In Her Ass

Amber lets out an erotic sound that's half whimper, half moan. The sexy sound cements your decision to get as much pleasure as possible from the girl.

You grab Amber's hips and hammer her ass hard and fast. "God you're tight." You moan. "So fucking good."

Amber lets out another sound, you think might be incoherent begging. Ignoring it you thrust one last time deep in her tight, virgin ass and unload inside her. You let out a pleased sigh, giving a few half hearted thrusts, emptying your balls completely. You give round ass one last hard smack and pull out, watching a trickle of cum leak out of her gaping asshole.

Amber is despondent, laying face down on the desk and staring into the distance looking shell shocked. "Oh god." She finally whimpers after a few moments. "That was awful."

You collapse back into your office chair, feeling satisfied and powerful. It strikes you as odd that you're not feeling guilty at all, but you dismiss the feeling quickly, basking in the sense of power flowing through you. "Looks like I forgot to give you my cum again. Oops."

Amber turns and looks back at you with a look of pure hate. "You did that on purpose," she hisses.

With a shrug and a smug grin, you say "Well, you still need my cum. Unless of course you want major dental surgery."

"That's not-of course I don't want that," She whines "but you were so rough and you didn't even give me my treatment. My ass hurts and I'm going to miss my game for sure now. You're the worst."

"Sorry." You lie, "I just couldn't help myself."

Amber stands up, wiping the tears from her eyes and wincing as she wipes the cum from her ass with a tissue. "I guess I have to come back for my treatment?"

"No." You say, running your eyes up and down her sweat drenched body. "You need the treatment as soon as possible, it's important for new braces."

"But it's like six at night." She whimpers.

Deciding to see how far you can push things you suggest, "I guess you'll just have to come home with me then won't you?"

"Can't we just do it here?" She asks.

"No. I already kept the office open late for you. I'm going home. You can come with or we can schedule that surgery." You reply.

You can see the color drain out of her face but she nods, "I guess. It's not like I have anywhere to be now."

"Good girl." You praise. "Get dressed and lets go."