Ashley continues objectifying herself

Hannah doesn't find much difficulty getting into position, and you're quickly able to admire her perfect body. Skinny arms and soft but real abs - the sort you get from work, not from being skinny - mean that she's more attractive than anyone you've ever touched. Sure, Ashley is your crush, but even you can admit that Hannah is intimidatingly attractive. You reach out, running a finger along her stomach, and she doesn't say anything.

She starts riding, and she's oddly good at it. A gentle rhythm, a back-and-forth motion that starts slow, leaves you incapable of ignoring her no matter how little she's talking. Ashley notices your surprise.

"She's good at it, huh? She's bi, not gay, and she's had a loooot of experience before she met me. She's just so submissive that she's not good at saying no to people, and got good at it because she was doing this so much." Ashley reaches out too, running her finger along the girl's abs as well, as you both lay in bed and admire her. "Just think. This tight little body, maintained just for you. Anything you want from it, you'll get. Anything you want to do to her, you will." Her finger's off the girl, and running along your stomach. "Maybe you'll decide she's better than me, eventually. Do you like the thought of that? You can decide she'll be yours any way you want, and I'll be gone, like useless trash. You can kick me out of my apartment, and I'll still pay the rent, or you can blindfold me and take me somewhere so far from here I'll never get back. Would you like that? The power to just throw me away, and take everything that's min-"

"Stop." You finally work up the nerve to say, and both girls stop. Hannah restarts when she realizes you're not talking to her, her grip on you like a vice, warm, wet, but once again she's silent. "Ashley, I don't like when you do that. I don't want you to treat yourself like a toy, like an object, like something I'd just discard. When I say I have a crush on you, it's because you're precious to me. I - I - I - I love you, Ashley."

The room's silent, besides the sound of flesh as Hannah's' riding you. She doesn't pause, doesn't acknowledge what you just said, focused on your pleasure and nothing else.

You shouldn't have said that. Even in your fantasies, you couldn't bring yourself to say that. That was wrong! She's obviously put off. Clearly Ashley wanted casual sex and nothing else.

She pulls herself off the bed, her hand now on your chest, her hair in your face, her eyes looking right into yours. Hannah, blocked from your view, continues riding without pause. "I think I understand. I thought you needed something else, and I guess I didn't make myself clear." And then she pulls you in for a soft, light kiss. Tastes like chocolate and mint. "I love you, John. More than you can imagine. I want nothing more than everything you want, no matter what happens to me, or what doesn't. If you want a girlfriend, I'll be your girlfriend." The kiss leaves you speechless, unable to respond before she continues. "Imagine the two of us as a couple. You, back from a long day at work, coming home to a meal I cooked as I eagerly wait for you." She pauses, and tilts her head cutely. Hannah, still riding, has gone from a grind to a bounce, and the weight and pressure is getting you really close to finishing. "Or maybe I should get a job? I'm living off some inheritance right now, but I could pick up some work and let you relax at home. Just sit on the sofa, watching TV, browsing the phone, ordering Hannah to clean the house when she's not cleaning your dick." She leans in again, but continues talking. "We can keep her, if you want. A toy, a pet, or maybe just lock her in the attic and only bring her out when you need her. Doesn't that sound fun?" This next kiss is deeper, longer, as her tongue forces its way into your mouth.

It's a lot of stimulation at once. Her mouth on yours, her hand on your chest, her breath against yours, and that's not even counting the girl bouncing on your dick. You're about to cum, almost unable to hold it anymore, and wondering why you even bothered trying to last longer.

And then you think something horrible.

Pure terror leads you to push Ashley off you, shouting "STOP" even as you rise up, almost pushing Hannah off the bed as you push her off your body. Most of her body slams into the mattress, but a small bit hits the bedframe, and you mentally apologize to her for that. "We went bareback."

But you didn't cum, you lucky fuck. God, you were nearly there, enough you felt a couple of empty throbs like you'd been edged as far as you could go. You nearly had an incident with an ex, one where she tried getting pregnant to keep you around, and you'll never put yourself in that position again.

Hannah pulls herself up, wincing a little bit, but not angry at you. In fact, she still looks at you with something gentle in her eyes, a look you'd call loving if she had given any other evidence of that. "I'm so sorry, John. Of course, neither of us have birth control, although we'll have to get some. If I had gotten pregnant, you could have thrown me out-" And, oddly, that thought doesn't disgust you the way the thought of throwing Ashley away does, "- but I suppose you want to keep me as I am for a while." She tilts her head, thinking for a moment. "I have something that'll satisfy you, but you'll have to lay back and relax."

Your cru - your girlfriend's hand is on your shoulder, and when you turn to her, she's smiling. Nodding. You might be filled with terror at a repeat of that ex, but you also know Ashley would never hurt you.

You lay back, and watch as Hannah moves. This time, she sits on your stomach, facing the other way, and then raises herself above you. And then she impales herself on your cock.

Impales is probably the wrong word. She slowly, carefully works your tip into her tiny asshole, and then slowly lowers herself a bit at a time. She's tight, in a way that you've never felt before, but this has got to be hurting her. You can hear her pained breathing, see her limbs twitch. Should you guys get lube, or did penetrating her already lube you up? (Could vaginal fluid even be used as lube? You haven't had that many chances to learn about women's anatomy, and that question never came up with your shitty ex.)

Though obviously painful, she manages to get faster as she rides anally, eventually bouncing at a rate a little slower than she was when you were in her pussy. And it doesn't really take that much more to set you off, throbbing for what feels like five minutes, filling her tiny asshole with cum as she continues riding until you're completely done.

But what really sets you off, and finally makes you blow your load, isn't the anal. It's Ashley leaning over, her arm across you, whispering in your ear.

"I love you."