Finger Her Ass

Lois' middle finger pressed into her ass.

Not slipped in, she told herself. I'm not loose. Not some loose, backalley whore.

She pressed the finger in deeper, passed the burning ring of her anus, letting the warm shower wash over her. The reporter felt her own insides, hot and squishy...there was no pain, really. It had hurt earlier, when she was being fucked, but Lois hadn't actually injured herself. That was something she had expected.

Gently, Lois began to extract her finger...and then pressed it back in, a little deeper. In her mind, she imagined being back in that alley. The head of that cock had felt so big, pressing against her hole...and she had just stood there and let him stick it in...no, I had played the part. The eager little whore.

A second finger pressed against her hole. A little more resistance this time, a bit of uncomfortable familiarity as her hole was stretched, just that bit more...and then she had two fingers inside of her, moving gently back and forth...like his cock.

My client's cock. Lois hated herself a little to say that. She began to push the fingers in an out of her asshole faster, more forcefully. Remembering what it was like when he did it, her asshole just a piece of meat for his use... Feeling something build inside herself, but never quite reaching the point of release...

Lois shuddered as the water turned from hot to tepid, wondering how long she had been in there, finger-fucking her asshole. She could no longer feel the tears flow, and her asshole burned, not in pain, but from being stretched for so long. Lois had never done anything like that before.

Something a whore might do. Lois thought to herself, as she slipped her fingers out of her ass, and rinsed them in the rapidly cooling water. To keep herself in shape for her clients.

As she shut the water off, Lois admitted to herself: This won't be the last time.