Assfucking & Acceptance

I arrived at Liza’s house with a truly decadent amount of sushi in tow. Her husband’s car was gone, of course; I had ensured he would be busy for quite a while. His wife and I had… business.

I barged right into the house without knocking, like I owned the place. Well, I did own the place. And the rental company that owned this entire street of bungalows. But that was irrelevant. I found Liza lounging on the beach behind the house in a micro bikini, taking in the sun. Clearly she was taking a lazy day. I had exhausted her quite thoroughly last night, after all.

“Roger? What are you– Leo?” Once she opened her eyes and realized it was me, she didn’t look quite as pleased to see me as I had been expecting.

“You’re delicious today, my dear.”

She blushed at my complement. No one could resist my charm, especially not a bitch. Nonetheless, she decided to play coy. “Oh yeah? What’s new?”

I laughed. “Am I becoming repetitive? Maybe I should try something else.”

I gave her massive ass a firm slap, watching it jiggle for a solid 10 seconds. She couldn’t help but moan when I took a handful, kneading the soft, pliant flesh as it spilled through my fingers.

“How’s that for a complement?”

She looked up at me with lust. “I couldn’t hope for a better one!”

“Exactly, slut. And I even brought you lunch.” She stared hungrily at the sushi I pulled out of the bag. “I think a thank you is in order.”

Liza flushed with excitement. “What sort of thank you were you thinking?”

I pulled out my massive, half-hard cock, casting a shadow over her eager face. I laughed internally, imagining a cock-shaped tan line over her face. It would certainly be appropriate for such an insatiable slut. Letting all the world know what she spent her time doing.

Liza was certainly intent on letting me know what she spent her time doing. Her tongue licked its way all around my cockhead, savoring the taste. It was soon followed by her lips. They made slow progress downward. She was clearly taking her time to savor the whole experience. All the while, her soft hands were at work gently massaging my massive balls. I was sure she could feel the teeming, steaming gallon of cum inside, aching to be let out.

I groaned. “Oh, just like that, slut! Show me what you’re good for, cockwhore!” I, too, was savoring the experience.

As she went deeper and deeper, she picked up the pace, slobbering and spilling saliva all over my cock. I weaved my right hand through her hair, while my left found her massive tit. I massaged it roughly, pulling the little triangle patch of fabric aside to tweak her rock-hard nipple. She squirted into her thong.

Before long, I decided to switch things up. I pulled my cock out of Liza’s throat, and filled her now-**** mouth with one of my balls. Just to give her something to do while I talked. “Alright, slut. Flip over. I want to fuck your throat.”

She rushed to obey, flipping on the lounge chair from her stomach to her back. Then she laid back, sending a cascade of bright blonde hair over the edge of the chair, the ends of which tickled the sand. Her head was flat, and her mouth open, leaving me a straight pipe all the way down her esophagus. Time to really get to work.

I wasted no time shoving my cock right down her inviting mouth. She wasted no time cumming explosively, her throat spasming around my shaft. I withdrew it to the edge of her mouth, leaving just the head in. Then I shoved the whole thing right back, even deeper. All the while, her tongue vibrated pleasantly against my dick. Soon, I fell into a rhythm.

“GLUKH! GLUKH! GLUKH! GLUKH!”

Each thrust took me deeper and deeper. The whole time, she couldn’t stop cumming. It was all one giant, continuous orgasm. And the best part? I wasn’t even using my powers. I really had turned her into this big of a slut. And I was certainly enjoying the fruits of my labor.

Unoccupied now that my balls were swinging back and forth too fast for her to massage, Liza’s hands found her massive mammaries. She pulled aside the part of the top that I hadn’t already, and started playing with them for my viewing pleasure. They had already been jiggling from my jackhammering, of course, and jiggling fast, but now ner hands really got them going. It was quite the show. A show that I was enjoying immensely.

Her throat couldn’t occupy me forever, pleasurable as it was. I wanted to continue fucking her, but I also wanted to talk to her, after all. It was with this in mind that I suddenly stopped my rough throatfuck, pulling out. Even delirious to the point of unconsciousness from her continuous orgasm, she still let out a whine because of the absence of my cock. That didn’t stop me from flipping her right over and ripping off her thong. Neither act presented the slightest physical challenge to me, even with the massive amount of flesh residing in Liza’s tits and ass.

With a dick lubed from copious amounts of saliva, I was able to shove myself right into Liza’s inviting asshole. That got her attention. “AAAAAAHHOOH FUCK!” Her scream of pain soon turned into one of overwhelming pleasure.

Unlike the gradually increasing pace she had used while blowing me, I was jackhammering into her now-stretched insides immediately. She came again and again as I pounded her, her sphincter clenching around me in orgasm each time my muscular hips clapped her massive asscheeks.

CLAP!

“FUCK ME!”

CLAP!

“DESTROY MY ASS!”

CLAP!

“POUND YOUR WORTHLESS WHORE!”

There it was. “What was that, slut?”

“I- Ah- OH GOD!!! N-notHING!”

In an instant, I stopped my pounding. Halting mid-thrust, I simply towered over her, staring her dead in the eye with a face of iron.

She couldn’t stand the lack of my relentless anal fucking. “Please! Please keep fucking me!”

All of the vast amount of dominance and power I possessed was reflected in my gaze. “What. Was. That. Slut.”

She couldn’t help but relent. “I said, ‘pound your worthless whore,’ sir.”

She hadn’t called me ‘sir’ before. But it was only natural, when all of my authority was directed toward her. “Did I tell you to say that, you dirty whore? Did I tell you to **** yourself?”

She gulped. “No, sir.”

“No, I didn’t. Now, what does that say about you?”

She looked slightly confused. “That I’m… a worthless whore?”

“No. It means that you’re a worthless whore and you love it.” I saw in her eyes the exact moment when she mentally accepted it. There was no turning back for her now. “You’re not just putting on a show to get hitched to a rich man. You’re not just doing it to get the best sex you’ve ever had in your life. You’re not even doing it because you believe that women are inferior, even though you do. No, you’re acting like a worthless whore because you know you’re a worthless whore, and you absolutely fucking love it.”

She seemed to consider it, and then slowly nodded. “You’re… you’re right. I think I didn’t want to accept it before. I– I could just pass it off as the natural state of the universe, that all women were inferior sluts. It was different, realizing that it wasn’t just something about all women. It was something about me. It was my fault, not life’s.”

“It is your fault. And now that you’ve accepted that, you can live life as my slut, and be infinitely more fulfilled and happy than you would have been otherwise. Take comfort in the fact that your only purpose is to serve me. You won’t be the only one, you’re far from the only one even right now, and you have to welcome it. Embrace it. Now, I’m going to keep on fucking your ass, you cocksleeve, and you’re going to fucking love it.”

She was mine. Completely, utterly, and forever. “Yes! YES, PLEASE FUCK YOUR WORTHLESS SLUTTY BIMBO COCKSLEEVE, MASTER!!!!”

I did just that.