No, he wants to see Suzanne squirm

"Why the fuck would I do that?" Jack says with a shit-eating grin.

And on the big screen behind him, we can see 23 year old Suzanne crawling up onto the bed and gingerly lowering herself onto George's rock hard rod.

Now that she's on top, and able to control the speed, at least she can make the experience more gentle.

After she's delicately eased the entirety of his manhood into her anal passage, she begins to bob up and down with small, slow thrusts, causing minimal in-and-out movement, and avoiding her from becoming more sore.

"What the fuck is this?" George complains from beneath her. "We're supposed to be ruining your asshole, remember? I want you to ride my dick so hard that you can't walk properly when you're done. That means bringing your ass all the way up to the tip of my dick and then shoving it all the way back in as hard as you can. None of this tiny bouncing."

Before George has even finished talking, Suzanne's body has begun to obey. Pulling right up to the point where the dick almost pops out of her asshole, and then dropping back down as hard as she can, eliciting a pained gasp from her mouth at the intense sensation of the sudden thrust.

And that was just one.

Suzanne doesn't even consciously count how many times this happens. She's too busy lost in a world of **** anal discomfort and confused arousal, desperately trying to regain control over her own body, but apparently the weird super-submissive part of her brain is too strong to be stopped. As she drops passionately down on George's dick again and again, her asshole takes a real brutal battering. But there's nothing to be done except hope he cums as soon as possible.

Suddenly, after what must have been 50 thrusts, Suzanne finds herself pulling the cock out of her ass.

Huh? Has he orgasmed already?

No. Suzanne had just, in her arousal-addled state, already forgotten about the other instruction she'd been given. An instruction she only remembers as her body crawled south and begins to move her face towards the penis covered in her ass juices.

NO!

This is it. This is the most unthinkable, objectionable thing she'd ever almost done. Surely this is the moment she'd been waiting for. The moment where she will be able to prove to herself, once and for all, that even in this super-horny state, she is still in control. She can put mind above... mind... and regain control her body. She can stop herself before she defiles her mouth with this butt-flavored penis, and exorcise whatever is possessing her.

Her mouth clamps down on George's penis and begins passionately sucking it clean. The unmistakable taste of her own ass hits her tongue but she doesn't slow down, gobbling and hoovering the bitter slop from his manhood all the way from the head to the bottom of the shaft.

"Good girl!" George comments, sounding genuinely impressed.

Suzanne feels completely and utterly defeated. Apparently she really is the nasty, depraved, cock-craving slut that she fears she might be. Apparently doing things she finds disgusting, and even painful, are actually what deep down, she wants most of all.

Or perhaps she's just insane.

Either way, with the strong taste of ass still filling her mouth, she finds herself climbing back on top of George and once again beginning to pound her own asshole into submission with his cock.

Perhaps because she's so uncontrollably turned on, or perhaps because she's not actually a lesbian but actually a masochistic nympho dick-addict, the line between pleasure and pain is beginning to become blurred. When she plummets down onto his dick, after the initial flash of pain, the sensation of her ass feeling jammed full of George's cock actually feels kind of good.

She tries to focus on this silver lining. Any little sparks of positive sensation she can get in between the horrible feeling of the self-inflicted anal **** is worth clinging onto, to prevent her from fully losing her mind.

"Whenever you taste your ass, I want you to tell me it tastes delicious." George gives another ridiculous instruction, just as Suzanne is once again dismounting his member to clean it off with her mouth.

"Mmm, delicious." Suzanne obediently mumbles around the ass-flavored cock she's once again devouring. "Yummy!"

Fifty sucks later, the extremely confused lesbian once again repositions herself, and once again begins mercilessly slamming that fearsome penis into her butthole as hard and fast as she can. It still hurts, but somehow the pain is a bit dull now? And there's this good feeling too?

As horny as she is, Suzanne is somewhat intrigued by this positive feeling. It's building, slowly but surely.

After another fifty thrusts, and another fifty disgusting, shameful ass-flavored sucks, her asshole almost welcomes the return of the dick as she plunges it back into her depths. Is it... Could she actually... Enjoy anal?

It feels good. It actually feels good.

And then, just before it has any chance of feeling really good, George cums. Suzanne hears him grunt - it's the most foul, cringeworthy sound she's ever heard him utter. And then she feels the equally foul sensation of his warm spunk surging up inside her chute.

Yuck. She does not love the mental image of that coming out of her backdoor into the toilet later.

But then, something weird happens. Instead of her body, having completed its task, now being freed from George's command, returning to her control, it keeps doing things that she doesn't feel like she's actively telling it to.

She's now squatting down, and cupping her hands under her butt, and getting ready to push.

Certain words that George said about 5 to 10 minutes ago go round and round in her head.

"fine, if you haven't orgasmed by the time I have finished, then you can rub your clit to orgasm while you swallow my cum."
"by the time I have finished, then you can rub your clit to orgasm while you swallow my cum."
"rub your clit to orgasm while you swallow my cum."
"rub your clit to orgasm while you swallow my cum."

The real voice of George interrupts her horrible realization of what's about to happen.

"Here, use this." He holds the empty wine glass that he'd brought into the room with him underneath her butt.

Even as she thinks to herself 'No no no!', nothing stops her body from positioning her sphincter carefully next to the rim of the glass, and then unleashing that thick, white anal creampie into the waiting vessel.

And then, shuddering, she takes the glass from him, and sitting on the bed, begins to bring it towards her lips.

"I knew you were a massive slut. You should do porn." George comments happily.