The anal whore

This entry is a continuation of previous posts.  If you haven’t read them yet, it is probvably best to start here.

I grabbed him by the hair and leaned forward, pressing his face into the wood of the desk while I forced a finger into his ass.  I told him he was mine to do with as I pleased, and seeing as he had been such a bad boy recently, cheating on his wife and nailing every pieces of ass in sight, I was going to rape his ass. Give him what he deserved. He moaned, diving deeper into sub-space with every word I spoke. He was completely naked, with me standing over him in my bustier and stockings, and he ate it up.

I told him how much I was going to make it hurt, and how he was going to take every inch of my strap-on, and that he was going to take it with his mouth closed, no screaming, and that the only thing I would permit him to do was to grip the edges of the desk to brace himself. If he did anything else, if he screamed too loudly, if he moved to resist me at all, I’d leave. I’d take my strap-on and my bag of tricks and I’d walk out on him, leaving his ass hungry for what it really wanted.

Then with a final rub of his face into the wood of the desk, I released his head. I moved around behind him, deliberately dragging the strap-on down the length of his body.  I scratched at his welts with my fingernails, which made him whimper and  dance his ass around. And then I stood behind him, with the head of my big black strap-on pressed up against the puckered rosebud of his anus and I said, “Tell me how much you want me to fuck your ass.”

And he did. He begged, he pleaded, he told me in lurid detail how he wanted me to ream him out, how he’d cleaned himself for me, how he was such a bad boy and deserved what was coming, every last inch of it.  And in the middle of one of his sentances, I leaned hard into him and forced the head of my strap-on into his ass. He gasped and sucked in air and then his teeth clicked together and he moaned mightily, his fingers gripping the edge of the desk until his knuckles turned white. The cocoa butter creme gave his ass and my dildo an awesome slipperiness that allowed me to push smoothly into him, even as his body tensed, even as he resisted my efforts to penetrate him. And penetrate him I did, diving inexorably into his ass until every one of the 10 inches was inside him and my harness was abrading his welts.

And oh how me moaned! How he wriggled his ass! He cried, his tears pooling on the desktop, but I didn’t stop.  He wanted to be violated, wanted to be taken hard and fast, and so that is what I did. I set my feet in those 4″ heels, grabbed his hips, and fucked his ass with unrestrained violence. I unleashed a tempest of passion on him, and as I invaded him, I subjugated him with my voice, with my words, telling him he was a pathetic excuse for a man, and that he’d never fuck me again, not with his small little penis that was incapable of satisfying me like Simon could with his big thick cock. And I described Simon’s wondrous cock, the cock that produced the copious amounts of cum that Pilot had recently cleaned out of me.

I leaned forward onto Pilot, my palms balanced on his low back so the angle of penetration made it possible for me to hit his prostate, and as I jabbed my hips into him, I told him to cum, demanded that he empty himself without a single stroke of his cock, and he did.  He came hard, with open-mouthed cries, his whole body rigid, as I sawed the head of my strap-on against his prostate.

Such a good little anal whore.