I want to fuck her doggy style

“Get up on all fours on the edge of the bed, fucktoy,” I tell Bailey. “Let me see that tight little ass in the air.”

“Ooooh, Sir, I love doggy,” she says breathlessly as she obeys my order. “Fuck me like a good little bitch, Sir. Make me your bitch.”

I stand between Bailey’s calves—she’s a little too short to make this work kneeling—and push my knob into her needy fuckhole, leaving her moaning softly. I reach forward to grab a thick hank of her hair and pull back hard as I slam my hips forward. I bury my cock clean to the balls in her hot young cunt, bottoming out with her posterior fornix stretching around my glans. She screams wildly and her inner walls clamp down hard enough to be almost painful even through my arousal as a shattering orgasm overwhelms her. I hold myself in place to let it pass, partly to let her body adjust and partly because she might be too tight for me to move well.

When Bailey’s tunnel eases its grip, I hook my free hand around a leg to rub her clit. At the first point of pressure, her body explodes around my dick again—not as powerfully, but enough to set her wailing like a banshee. I keep stroking her pearl, and she cums for a remarkably long time. When that climax passes, I start fucking her hard and fast. I can see her ass shake when I slam each thrust home, and the sound of our bodies colliding is shockingly loud in her bedroom. She makes incoherent noises of animal pleasure as I enjoy jackhammering the tightest, wettest little cunt I can remember.

Bailey shrieks in the throes of another orgasm, this one intense but brief, before the sounds she’s making resolve themselves into words. “Sir—Sir—Sir—” she gasps. “Fuck—fuck—fuck—fuck—fuck—”

“Take that dicking like a good fuckdoll,” I growl. “Tell me who owns this pretty little pussy.”

“You do, Sir!” Bailey mewls.

“Tell me who’s made you his personal cockwhore.”

“You, Sir!”

“Are you a depraved little cumslut who needs a big dick in your tight young cunt?”

“Yes, Sir!” Bailey moans.

“Whose cumslut are you?” I rumble.

“Yours, Sir!”

“When can I fuck this hot little pussy?”

“Whenever you want, Sir!” Bailey moans eagerly. “Please, Sir—please—whenever—”

“Where can I fuck this hot little pussy?”

“Wherever you want, Sir! I want that big fucking cock!”

“That’s right, little fucktoy,” I growl. “I’ll fuck you whenever I want, wherever I want, however I want, for as long as I want. I’m going to fuck your brains out, I’m going to jackhammer your tight young cunt until you can’t walk straight, and all you can do about it is cum on my cock again and again and again.”

“Yes, Sir—yes, Sir—yes, Sir—” Bailey gasps. “Please—fuck me—plow me—plow me deep . . . own my sweet kitty, show that little kitty who owns her . . . make me cum, Sir, please . . . make me cum so fucking hard I see stars . . .”

I bracket her pearl with two fingers and squeeze, and her body detonates in a cataclysmic orgasm. Bailey screams at the top of her lungs, her body writhes and quakes, and her inner walls go into stuttering paroxysms around my thundering dick. I don’t want to cum just yet—I want to fuck her in at least one more position first—so I hilt my shaft in her spasming honeypot and hold myself there until her climax fades, then pull out.