Anal fantasy
Whenever I hit my stride, I can get into anal. I’m impatient… but if I practice and have enough time, I can be comfortable doing anal and even enjoy it. I imagine Sir pounding into my tightest hole again and again while he pulls my hair back and spits in my face, calls me names, talks down to me, says things like, “Aww… Look at how wet that little yearning cunt is…"
Sir swipes a finger across my opening and bring it to my lips, smearing my juices across them. (Idea: Make me wear it as lip gloss.)
“You’re dripping, you slutty little fuck doll… There - now you have some lip gloss. Pretty, pretty fuckhole.”
I moan beneath him. Sir pounds once into my ass and I grit my teeth. He pulls my hair harder.
“Shut the fuck up, hole.”
Maybe Sir is now pulling out of my ass, sliding his fingers inside of it to spread it wide open so he can spit inside of it and laugh as I struggle, knowing I can do nothing but accept this anal stretching and humiliating laughter.
Sir marvels at my gaping hole, telling me, “Ohh… You poor thing. Look at this ass.” Sir’s finger rims the opening.
“Just look at this tight little ass. It’s so red and sore…” He jams another finger inside of it. “Isn’t it, fuck slut?“
"Yes, Sir!” I manage to squeak out mid-gasp.
“And why is that?” Sir asks as he leans over me, forcing those fingers which were just in my ass into my mouth, stretching it wide open. Sir waits for my response, grinning.
“Because you have been slamming your cock into it, Sir,” I say, your fingers still stretching my mouth out.
“That’s right. Good girl. Now shut the fuck up again. Holes don’t talk; they’re just used.”
Sir slams his cock into me again, not stopping when he hears me yelp. He simply leans over me, picks up his pace, fucking my tight little hole even harder and faster, and says, “What did I just say? Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Hole. You are a hole.”
Sir slaps me and I whimper, fear in my eyes as I realize I just made sound again.
Sir removes his cock from my ass and gets up off the bed. I watch him silently.
He returns with some duct tape and three dildos. Sir works silently, pressing one into my mouth and covering it with tape. He places the other in my cunt, covering it also with tape. The final one he hands to me, telling me to slap myself with it whenever I make a sound or else he’ll be pulling out the cane or leaving me with the fucking machine and tied up with a huge anal dildo and a Hitachi for the next 2 hours. I nod.
I feel Sir’s hand gripping my ass as he leans forward to bite it, then starts spanking me, with the desire to have my cheeks match the red of my destroyed asshole.
Sir slams into me again, and I yelp. He stops, watching me. I slap myself in the face with the dildo. Sir grins and continues.
His final thrusts into me are deep, rough. I am nearly screaming and moving so hard that I drop the dildo. Sir notices this and grins as he sees the terror form on my face.
Then Sir cums, pumping my ass full of His Gift as he tilts his head back and groans.
After his release, Sir leans over me.
“You fucked up, hole.”
Sir pulls out of my ass and grabs a cup from the bedside table. He instructs me to open my asshole and release His Gift into the cup, as I will soon be drinking it. I obey. He removes the dildo from my mouth. Sir instructs me to lie flat on the bed as he begins to pour the mixture of cum and juices down my throat. Then he bends down to my level and says, “It’s machine time, you disobedient slut.”
I whimper as Sir begins to tie me up and then throws me back down onto the bed. I struggle to get my face up and Sir chuckles as I do so. I helplessly watch Sir set up the fucking machine. He attaches a large black dildo to the end of it. It’s huge. It’s going to rip me in half!
Sir looks over at me and notices the fear in my eyes. He laughs.
“This is what you get. I’m starting the timer now: two hours.”
Sir grabs me and positions me perfectly, then grabs the Hitachi and duct tapes it to my clit. He turns on the fucking machine first, letting the dildo press against my raw asshole again and again. Then he adds some lube, and finally, it slips inside of me. Before I can scream, Sir shoves his cock into my mouth to silence me.
“How’s that ass taste, bitch?” I can feel his cock pummeling my face cunt, his huge, throbbing erection forcing my throat open to accommodate him… And I can taste my ass on his cock. It’s disgusting… and I love it. He places his hands on the back of my head to keep my face cunt in place for his use. I feel his balls slapping against my chin as he does so and I relish in the feeling.
He rocks into my throat with a look of careless indifference on his face. This is just part of his normal day. He doesn’t care if I’m struggling. This makes sense. Of course it does. I am a trio of fuckholes to be used in whatever way he sees fit, whenever he desires. Each time he moves forward into my throat again, he pushes harder, forcing his cock just a bit farther down my throat, until his balls meet my face. When they do, he pauses, pinching my nose and moving his hips from side to side in order to rub his balls into my face. He laughs.
"Haha! You look so stupid and full, fuckpuppet.”
Then Sir turns on the Hitachi. I shiver as he does so. It’s always so intense.
My ass is being pounded by the dildo now. I was right; it’s tearing me apart. I want to scream. I must be gaping. Each time the dildo rips into my asshole, the pain decreases, though. My eyes are rolling back. Sir has just cum all over my face and smeared it everywhere, onto my back and hair… He’s just watching now, watching my torture.
Sir turns on his webcam in the corner of the room and starts recording.
“You have my permission to cum. I’m leaving now. See you in an hour and a half,” he says.
Sir shuts the door, leaving me alone to suffer through forced orgasms and anal fucking while he watches in the other room via his laptop.
He’s sitting in his office chair now, stroking his cock. I know it. I’ve grown accustomed to the dildo ravaging my ass. I’ve accepted it.
The dildo still inside of my cunt is moving a little now. The Hitachi has led to my cunt growing extremely wet, dripping so heavily that the tape is starting to come off. I wish I could push it back in, but I’m tied; I can’t move very much.
The Hitachi has brought me to the edge now. With Sir’s permission granted, I ride the wave to my first orgasm. But, unlike normally, I cannot remove the Hitachi from my clit once I’ve released. My cunt is oh-so sensitive and it’s excruciating to feel the Hitachi raging on with such high sensitivity. I struggle to move at least a tiny bit away from it. I know Sir is enjoying this, grinning as he fondles his balls.
--Ginger
