His cock presses against that dark little hole. I’ve never let a man fuck me there before, now I am saying the words he said as if I am his little fuck puppet. “Please… I’m sorry. Please, fuck my ass.”
He grunts and does as I ask. There are ways to do anal sex. Slowly. With lots of lube. Fingers first. All I get is the slick mess of our mixed cum to ease his passage inside the last bastion of my rebellion.
“Bad girl,” he grows as he slowly spears inside me. My sphincter is no match for him, and I try to relax it, let him in. I am a bad girl. He doesn’t know me, so he can’t really know just how bad I am, but I deserve to be treated like this. And worse. I am not just bad. Sometimes I think I might be evil. I have taken so much more than I’ve ever given. Does he sense that instinctively? Or have I made myself prey for this predator because deep down, I need for it to hurt?
A thick cock in my ass makes it hard to conduct a therapy session in my head. He’s still not all the way in. The head of his massive dick is still pressing past that tight ring of muscle. I want to let him in, but I’ve never really let any man in. Not into my heart, or my ass.
I feel him clasping me in place. There is no escaping this, and I wouldn’t if I could. He does the things to me I know I need. He gives me what I deserve. He isn’t nice to me. He isn’t sweet. He doesn’t tell me he fell in love with me the moment he saw me, or that I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. He doesn’t romance me with the easy lies so many men tell. He fucks me because he wants to fuck me. He punishes me because I break the rules that are unspoken but entirely understood by the both of us. When it comes to him, I obey. Because I want him inside me. Because I have always needed this, sought it out in so many different ways. I have fucked so many men who never cared about me at all.
There’s something about him that tells me he does. The others would never have given me a sexual consequence. They would have called me a bitch, or just stopped calling. This man makes me take what I need.
My anus burns as it stretches around him, as he pushes forward and takes me deeper than I think I can take him.
“Don’t move your hands,” he says. “Pull your cheeks open more. Show me your asshole. Beg me to fuck it.”
“You’re already inside me!”
“Beg me,” he rumbles. “Tell me you’re a naughty little girl who needs her asshole fucked and you’re sorry for being so rude.”
When I don’t answer right away, he pulls out and pushes back in, a short, punishing stroke that makes me squeal. My pussy is clenching with desire, even though this treatment is utterly humiliating.
“I’m sorry!”
“For what?” Another stroke in and out of my stretched asshole.
“I’m sorry for… owwwie…”
“Tell me, girl.”
“I’m sorry I was rude!”
“You were rude, weren’t you. Telling me to leave.”
“Yesss!”
His cock pops past the ring of my ass, slides in what feels like a mile. I screech my agreement with his punishment and take every bit of it, my hands spreading my cheeks wide. Goddamn, he has broken me to his will. I still don’t know his name. I don’t know anything about him apart from the fact that he owns me.
He ravages my ass with deeper strokes, pushing me over the couch with thrust after thrust. I scream. I wail. I kick my toes against the floor, drumming my feet as he ravages my tight little hole.
The monster of a man I have taken as my lover sinks his cock deep inside me, leans over my body, and presses his lips to the back of my head in a brutal-sweet kiss. “Bad girl,” he murmurs against my hair.
Something in those two little words triggers my orgasm. I am a bad girl. He doesn’t know how bad I am, but I do, and suddenly that hot, thick cock inside my ass just feels right. My pussy is creaming as I start to shudder with climax, my clit grinding the back of the couch while he holds himself steady, letting me buck and impale my ass on him with the throes of orgasm until finally I am sated, panting and sweating, slumped over the back of the couch with his cock still thick and hard inside me.
Then he starts to fuck me again.
I let out a soft moan as he pumps inside me, grinding his hips in and out of my now well stretched, well trained ass. This is what I am for. I am his to fuck. His to use. My orgasm is irrelevant in the grand scheme. He let me come, and that was a mercy. Now he will fuck me until he fills my insides with his seed, and I will have it dripping out of my used hole for hours after he is gone.