I have her show off her flexibility

A thought comes to me, sending a spike of lust surging through my body—a reminiscence of a memorable sexual encounter from my one brief breakup with Rowan, during our junior year. From the sudden flare of anticipation in Bailey’s eyes, she sees the lust on my face. “When I was in high school,” I say roughly, “one of the reasons all the guys wanted to fuck the cheerleaders was because they were flexible sluts. It wasn’t just that they would put out, it was that they could fuck in ways that most girls couldn’t.”

“Still true,” Bailey responds with lustful pride.

“Then let’s see if you’re up to the challenge, my fuckdoll,” I growl. “Lie on your back, put your knees to the bed, and put your arms on top of your legs, then put your ankles behind your bed.”

Bailey looks apprehensive, but lies down and bends herself double. She looks a little surprised when her calves touch the sheet, but it looks like she could bend further if she needed to. When she’s in position as instructed, she murmurs, “It’s a hell of a bend, Sir, but I can hold it for a while.”

“This, little cockwhore, is what’s called the Viennese Oyster position,” I rumble. “You are literally at my fucking mercy. I am going to fuck you right into the fucking bed, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

“Ohhh, Sir, that’s so fucking hot . . .” Bailey groans.

“Your little pink snatch is wide open for me, ready to be violated.” I bend down and take a long lick, enjoying Bailey’s squeal almost as much as her nectar. “Now, fuckslut, I want to see you stick your fingers in that flooded twat and play with yourself. Rub that clit like a naughty little cum addict. Show me how you satisfy yourself.”

Bailey does as she’s told, moaning, “Do you like that, Sir? Do you like watching your depraved cockwhore touch herself?”

“Let me show you how much I like it, fucktoy,” I say in a low voice. I kneel on the bed, propping myself up on one hand while I use the other to line up my dick, then thrust down into Bailey’s welcoming honeypot. I start off fairly slowly, just to make sure I don’t hurt her. Her hot young cunt feels amazingly tight in this position—I can feel its elastic resistance to my invasion. “Fuck that cock is fucking huge,” she moans. “It feels like you’re splitting me in fucking half . . .”

I bottom out in Bailey’s A-spot before I’m quite all the way in, but then I feel her fornix stretch around my knob to take the rest of me. She screams wildly at the top of her lungs and her eyes roll back as her climax crashes down on her like an imploding building; the way her box squeezes my dick makes it hard to keep from cumming right away. I start fucking her slowly, establishing a rhythm and trying not to do too much while her orgasm makes it hard for me to move.

It’s a surprisingly long time before Bailey’s eyes focus again. “This is in-fucking-credible, Sir,” she breathes. “That place you hit—I’ve never felt that before—you’re hitting it every fucking time—” She breaks off with a small shriek as she cums again, briefly but intensely. “Fuck, Sir, it feels wonderful—what the fuck is that?”

“That, little fuckdoll, is something that’s going to make you even more of a cockwhore than you already are,” I tell her. “That’s your A-spot—one of your cul-de-sacs. Your slutty young cunt clearly likes having a big dick in there.”

“Oooooooh, yeah, Sir, it—aaaaahhhhhhhh—ohhhh, fuuuuck, my little kitty loves having your big dick in there,” Bailey moans.

At this point, I’m confident I don’t need to hold back. I lift my hands from the bed, one at a time, and rest them across the backs of her thighs to grab her lovely girls; she moans encouragement to me to squeeze them and pinch her nipples. Then I start pounding her tight hole as hard and fast as I can, jackhammering her into the mattress. “Take that cock, slut—take it like a dirty little fuckwhore,” I growl. “I’m gonna pound that tight young cunt into the bed—I’m gonna fuck you right through to the fucking floor like a little fucking cumdumpster. Who owns that little slut cunt?”

“You do, Sir!” Bailey gasps, her hand working faster and faster in her twat.

“Whose dick is pounding that tight little fuckhole?”

“Yours, Sir!”

“Whose hands are squeezing those sexy titties?”

“Yours, Sir!” Bailey moans.

“Are you a naughty fucktoy who needs to get fucked into submission?”

“Yes, Sir!”

“Who owns you, fucktoy?” I rumble.

“You do, Sir!” Bailey gasps, sounding utterly triumphant. “It’s so fucking hot, you overpowering me, showing my naughty kitty who owns her, pounding me hard with that monster pussyhammer . . . I love being your dirty little fuckslut . . .” Her voice rises and rises, and finally she explodes into a full-throated scream as her biggest climax yet engulfs her from every direction at once. Her feet go flying wide—I notice out of the corner of my eye that her toes are actually literally curling—her back arches, and her tunnel walls clamp down on my prick like they want to pull it off.

I had been planning on taking Bailey in a couple different positions before cumming, but it’s beyond me to hold back. I drive my thrust home and explode in response, flooding her overstuffed cunt with my cream. I don’t know where it all fits, but it won’t be denied, and I roar in triumph as I empty my balls in her tight, wet heat.

It’s been a long day; when the adrenaline ebbs in a rush, everything hits me all at once. I pull out of Bailey and flop to the side; she untangles herself, and I gather her in my arms. From the way she snuggles into me, it looks like it was a long day for her too. Weary and satisfied, we drift into sleep.