Chris

A finger traces your anus. It slowly penetrates you and you bite your lip. The man is warming you up, you can tell.

“Let’s see if your ass is better than your mouth.”

It’s Chris.

You’ve had a preview of this invader. You know from the elevator his cock is thick. That’s what you’ve been most afraid of. Length is intimidating sure, but girth is what you’ve been worried about.

He inserts another finger. He’s stretching you. Getting you ready for his turn with your asshole. He spreads his fingers in the peace symbol and you yelp. He laughs and adds a third finger. Once again, he spreads his fingers, opening you up. Preparing you for his girth.

He fingers your third hole until the pain is only a dull ache. But you still know what’s coming. You feel something cold drip onto you and inside you. You can tell your asshole is gaping from his fingering. Something hard presses against your entrance. Chris isn’t gentle. He enters you quickly and fucks you hard. Each thrust feels like it goes deeper as he picks up the pace.

You shudder with shame and also a little of the illicit pleasure building in you. Not even Mark had been able to use you like this. He’d barely made it an inch in before you begged him to stop. Now a stranger was pounding his cock deep inside your ass whether you like it or not. And you hate to admit it but you are slowly but surely getting to like it.

Impaled on his cock as you are, he takes one hand off your waist and reaches down to grab your hair. He moves his hand through your ponytail like he’s wiping something off his fingers. You realize with a disgusted shudder that he’s cleaning off the fingers that were recently in your anus. You are nothing to him, just a hole to take pleasure in.

You gasp as he thrusts hard and deep, slamming his entire length into you at once, a few times before burying himself as deep as he can go. You feel him cum deep in your bowels. He groans and you hear someone say “hey man, the game” admonishingly. He withdraws his softening member and grabs your hair again, this time more tightly. The head of his cock pops out of your sphincter and he begins pulling on your hair to turn you around. You whimper softly. You know what happens now.

Chris guides your mouth to his cock. You feel it rub against your lips and reluctantly you part them to clean him. You taste primarily lube, but also something earthy and a little salty. You gag with barely an inch inside your mouth at the idea that you’re tasting your own ass.

Chris makes short little thrusts into your mouth, not trying to fit his full length in you. You guess he’s accustomed to not being able to properly fuck a girl’s face given his girth. He pulls you off his cock and forces you to lick up and down his shaft to get the parts he couldn’t reach in your mouth. Gradually, the taste fades, and you feel him release your hair.

“Fuck that was good.”

A flicker of pride flashes through you.