Obviously!

“Please, Amy! Please, fuck me faster, fuck me harder!” I plead, trembling and whimpering as she tortures me by having slowed down so much. Suddenly, her hips jerk forward, slamming herself in, and her fingers twitch, tightening sharply.

“Oh, is this what you want, you little faggot?” she asks, teasing me by slowing back down, “You didn't ask loud enough.” My eyes focused on hers, I can see the unmistakable smugness in her gaze, in the smirk that dominates her expression.

“If you want to me to pound you fast and hard, if you want me to just straight wreck you, faggot,” Amy continues to just simply smirk at me, “You need to tell me exactly what you are and convince me you deserve for me to take you my way.”

“Please, Amy!” I say, louder, my cheeks a warm pink with embarrassment, even though I know no one else is even home. We've essentially got her parents' house to ourselves, for the moment. Even still, I've always been shy, on my sexuality.

“Are you about to ask for a cup of coffee?” she asks while smiling lovingly, but with vicious mockery, “Louder!” Her hips sway, maintaining her flawlessly smooth motion, an unerringly steady pace, neither accelerating nor slowing down at all.

“Please, Amy!” I raise my voice further on command, loud enough her brother would hear me through the door, but only if he were standing outside it. She jerks her chin up to tell me I still need to be louder, loud enough to be perfectly clear.

“Please, Amy! Fuck me faster! Fuck me harder! Fuck me like I'm a whore!” I plead loud enough that if Dean were home, he'd hear me in his own bedroom, even if they both had their doors shut. Maybe not sufficiently to make out words, but still.

“That's fucking better, you faggot!” Amy's fingers tighten sharply, and this time, they don't relax again. “Own your truth, you cocksucking little slut!” Her pace abruptly accelerates, and she begins to fuck me more in earnest, but it isn't enough.

“Amy! Faster! Harder! I said fuck me like I'm a whore! Fuck me like I'm your fucking bitch!” I beg, as loud as I can without it physically hurting my throat, my eyes locked on Amy's. Her grin turns feral, and I yelp when her fingers suddenly tighten.

“That's it, there it is, you whore!” she snarls lustfully, her hips swaying back smoothly until she's barely inside of me at all, then slamming in. Her hips hit my ass with a hard slap, and her hands move again, one planting back on my sacrum.

“Fucking finally!” Amy snarls, her other hand sliding into my hair, tangling, wrenching. I gasp in pain, as she pulls, and forces my body to shift, leaning close. She leans close, as her hips pull back and then slam in, until her lips brush my ear.

“It's about time you fucking admitted what you like, you fucking faggot!” she growls the words lustfully in my ear, brown eyes still locked on mine. My brows furrow with confusion, but as she pulls back and slams in, she grinds on my prostate.

My heart races, and my mind decides to take a vacation. My fingers curl and clench in her bedding, pushing hard against it, steadying myself in the position she has me in. Her fingers curl so tight I hear her knuckles pop as Amy hammers me.

Her hips slam against mine, and my entire body quivers. She slams into me until I teeter on the edge of my own release, and then she pulls back. Amy hammers me ruthlessly, relentlessly, edging me mischievously, demanding I beg her for it.

I do, and she refuses, until my voice cracks and she then throws herself into it. Shoving me over the edge, she makes me make a wet mess of the bedding, underneath me. My eyes flutter as she hammers into me, regardless of my own release.

She continues, for a few minutes more, before her hips slam mine one last time, and hold. I gasp softly in pleasure as her seed pumps into me. She leans forward, her breasts against my back, and she murmurs in my ear, suddenly quieter, now.

“So glad faggots can't get pregnant,” she murmurs in my ear. My eyes flutter, and I crack into a manic, startled giggling. Amy's arms slide around me, gripping me bodily, her legs wrapping around mine, holding me locked in around her cock.

“Let's just ... lay like this, for a minute, before we go shower, okay, faggot?” she asks, her voice suddenly soft, and sweet. She's the girl I've always known, forever trusted, and will eternally adore. That much isn't because of the brainwashing.

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