Not Without Anal (Marcus)

Nicole, humming with arousal, mentally off-balance from his maze of words, and increasingly tipsy, decides he’s right. Letting his friends come over for one night of poker would be fine. She feels bad that she even made a big deal of it. Nicole takes his extended hand and pulls it down toward her crotch. The man allows her to move it as she accepts his request. “Yes, I’m sorry. I was being silly. You can use my place tomorrow. Let me know when I need to be out and for how long. I’ll give you space, but...” pressing his hand against her crotch and whimpering “right now, I need your fingers back inside me.”

He turns his head as if considering the needy woman. “God, you’re insatiable,” he says and wiggles his fingers. Not inserting them. “And you’ll be here tomorrow to prepare and serve snacks, pour drinks, and help out when needed.”

Nicole didn’t want to be around more men like him, but when he pushes his fingers back inside she falls forward against his massive chest. He stinks of body odor from working all day, but that doesn't matter to her now. She was getting used to it. “Okay, I’ll be here for you,” she whispers through her panting neediness.

“That’s a good slut,” he growls. His fingers slip out again. He brings them up to her face and pushes two of his thick, calloused fingers into her mouth. Nicole licks and sucks her juices off like she’s sucking his cock. Her eyes looked up at him searching for approval. He tastes like pussy, dirt, and tacos.

“You have anything else to drink?” he asks with his fingers still in her mouth. She nods. “Good, go fetch while I get undressed.” His fingers slip out of her mouth. Finally, she thinks, we’re going to fuck.

She scurries over to a cabinet while he starts to strip out of his work clothes. Inside, she has a single bottle of gin, a bottle of vodka, and three bottles of wine - two red and one white. He doesn’t seem like much of a gin drinker, so she grabs one of Cabernet and the vodka so he has a choice.

He’s down to his stained briefs when she puts the bottles on the table. “Wine or vodka,” she eagerly asks to get this over with so they can get to the entire reason he was supposed to be visiting her in the first place.

“Seriously, no whiskey?”

“N-no, sorry. I have gin, too?”

He sighs. “Just bring over some coffee mugs.”

Nicole tilts her head, not sure about the request.

“Coffee mugs?”

“Yeah, two coffee mugs. Hurry up and stop asking so many questions.”

Nicole goes to the kitchen and grabs two coffee mugs. As she passes the fridge she pulls out the lemonade so they have a vodka mixer. He’s naked now, watching her and stroking his cock. She remembers how repulsed she was by him only two days ago. If she wasn’t so turned on and tipsy she likely still would be, but right now all she wanted was to bend over the coffee table so he could have his way with her.

Placing the mugs and lemonade on the coffee table she sees his beard lift up in a familiar grin. He twists off the cap of the cabernet and fills each mug two-thirds of the way. Then, to Nicole’s absolute horror, he grabs the vodka and tops them off with at least two ounces each.

“That-that’s a $50 cabernet!”

He picks up one of the mugs and holds it out to her. “And how much is Grey Goose? Like $30? Now it's an $80 wine and vodka cocktail. Here, drink.”

She knew there wasn’t any point telling him that wasn’t how math worked. She was starting to understand that acting like this was his kink. She takes the mug as he raises his and makes a toast. “To a world of liberal cunts learning their place as free use sluts.” He pauses momentarily before saying “free use” as if he’s learning to add it to his vocabulary. Nicole, still wanting to get to the fucking, ignores the content of the toast, taps his mug, and says “cheers.” She takes one sip and scrunches up her face. It’s disgusting. He drinks it without any problem.

“Much improved,” he says. “Now chug.”

Nicole releases an annoyed “oh come on” huff with her entire body.

“Come on.”

It takes a significant amount of bracing herself but she does as she’s told. He watches, casually sipping his mug of wine vodka. She’s in a hurry, so much more of the liquid dribbles from her lips, off her chin, and down her body. Slamming the mug down she places her hands on her hips. Red rivulets run down her chest to her thighs. She’s a bit of a mess. Nicole slurs, “so, are you gonna fuck me now, asshole?”

“Oh yeah, now I’m going to fuck your asshole,” he grabs the lube and barks at her to get on her knees with her ass in the air. The drunken woman is thrilled to do exactly that. It felt like her Discord group had been training her for this moment. Lowering herself to her knees, cheek to the wood floor, reaching back to spread her cheeks, she thinks about two months ago when she managed to have her first anal-only orgasm. Ever since she was eager to find out if she could reproduce it with a man. Not a man like this, of course, but it’s what she had to work with at the moment, so she was still excited.

The sound of lube squirting from the bottle breaks the silence in the room. She jumps as the cold liquid hits her ass crack. One of his meaty fingers pushed into her. A happy squeal escaped her throat. She’s surprised as he gently works her hole. Fingering and tugging on it. Stretching. She’s thankful because she had prepared herself for a painful ramming. She grunts as a second finger works its way in.

“My wife stopped letting me fuck her ass a week after our honeymoon,” he mumbles as his fingers methodically play with her hole. “Some bullshit about giving it up just so she could save herself for marriage and now that we were married I had access to her velvet chapel.” His words sound sadder as he starts to pump in and out. All Nicole wants to do is focus on how good it feels, but this sudden bizarre vulnerability is distracting. “I bet she’s giving it up to Donny right now. Bent over on the back of his Harley.”

Nicole would like to tell him to shut up and fuck her, but instead, she starts moving her hips. It seems to work because he shifts to encouraging her. “Oh, that’s it. Fuck my fingers you **** commie whore.” Ah, there he is. “See, like I told my buddy, liberal bitches might be misguided dumbasses, but they’ll give up all of their holes for a real man.”

Nicole, feeling increasingly sloppy drunk, plays along. Grinding and humping his fingers. Panting. “Yes, I need a real man to fuck my slutty liberal ass. Train me. Make me a, mmphh, a good wife. Keep me...keep me at home, **** and ready to serve him. Pleeeeeaaasseeee, make me your free use wife.”

Apparently, that validation was what he needed to hear. His fingers pop free from her ass and within seconds his thick cockhead is pressing against the well-lubed hole. “YESSSSSSS...” Nicole hisses. “I want to feel your cock in my ass so baddddd.”

He pushes. The girth of his knob stretched her. He holds it there, again, surprising Nicole with how cautious he’s being. She starts to push back, feeling herself spreading. It feels so much different from her dildos. It’s a pleasant sponginess with a hard interior. As it pops past the second ring her entire body shudders and she screams “oh my god!” There’s an added depth of arousal knowing someone else is on the other end and she isn’t fucking herself. It’s better than when she rails herself against the dildo suction cupped to the shower wall.

For some reason, as he begins pumping into her, she thinks about her Discord group. She wishes she had her camera on and this large, grotesque man looming over her, using her. ``This is my purpose,” she moans into the wood of the floor. That’s what Racer5XXX would always tell her. “You like it when we control you and give you tasks because you know your purpose in life is to please and entertain others.” When they had private sessions he’d make her say “this is my purpose” while she debased herself for him. BettyHeartsJughead always advised her against spending time with him, because, she felt, he didn’t have their best interest in mind. He knew how to take advantage of Nicole by pushing her to do riskier and riskier tasks when she was most frustrated and aroused. Nicole knew Betty was right, but when she was out of her mind in lust she didn’t care. Just like right now.

As Nicole moaned louder and begged him to keep going the man increased his speed. His gut slapping against her lower back as his thighs pound against her hands as they continue to hold her ass cheeks apart. With every thrust pressing her fingernails into her skin. Her entire body shifted back and forth. Her breasts and face gliding against the floor. His cock feels like an arm with a tiny boxing glove on the end beating her insides.

And then the orgasm hits her like a sack of bricks. Her anal orgasms were different than vaginal orgasms. She felt some of the same intense pleasure, but there was an added layer that, after much reflection, she decided must somehow be related to her fear receptors. She’d always need to pull the dildo out as soon as the orgasm started and ride it out curled up in a ball. She called it a “blissful panic attack.” This time she had zero control over it.

As it hits she releases her ass cheeks and slaps her hands on the floor over and over again. “Fuckfuckfuck,” she quakes and shudders. Not wanting it to end but also **** to get away. It isn’t her choice. Her hips are grabbed tighter. The man turns into a jackhammer. Her insides are pummeled while her brain shoots off fireworks. “OHMYFUCK!!!!” she yells and he responds with a hard smack on her ass. And then he pushes her forward. His cock pops out of her clenching asshole and then pulls her back against him impaling her leaking cunt. His hot load of jizz floods her vagina and he holds her tight against his body. His gut resting on her back.

“Holy shit, you’re fucking deranged,” he says.

Nicole is a drooling, quivering mess. “Yes,” she manages to whisper.

She barely feels his cock slip free. Her bliss slowly started to shift toward the spins. “Oh n-no, sp-spinning,” she says as the world goes topsy turvy.

17 Days Until Nicole Returns to the Office

The distant beeping of the alarm clock pries Nicole from her deep slumber. Her head is throbbing and she feels very, very damp. Through her hangover, she tries to under the sensation. She feels like she’s under a heavy wet blanket lying in a puddle on the floor. “Did I pass out?’ she asks, opening her eyes and seeing the living room ceiling. “Oh my god.” It hit her. She is under a wet blanket in a puddle on the floor. The realization sets in that she must have passed out in the middle of the floor and pissed herself. “Oh my god, oh my god,” she says, pushing the blanket off and sitting up. The morning sun hurts her head, but she doesn’t dare touch it because her hands, like most of her body, are covered in her urine. This had only happened once before after a night of binge drinking in college.

It’s an effort to get to her feet and steady herself, but she manages it. She looks down at the puddle and blanket. The alarm is still beeping from upstairs. Her ass aching from being fucked. “Hello?” she calls out wondering if the man was still in her apartment. No answer, but she notices that in addition to the blanket she had a pillow under her head. She can’t remember if she got those things for herself or if he did that for her. She reaches back and touches her butt. Her fingers pull her cum-glued cheeks apart. She felt like she was pancaked by a dump truck and then the garbagemen picked up her corpse and threw it in the trash compactor.

Nicole makes her way to the kitchen sink. Her body drips on the floor as she walks. “This is not good,” she mumbles as she washes as much as she can off with a dishcloth. She uses paper towels to dry off her body, so she doesn’t get pee all over the carpets leading upstairs.

As she heads upstairs she briefly wonders if she should call in sick, but she knows she can’t. The very important second meeting with the Choam Group is today. Making it to her bedroom she slaps the clock to turn it off. To her absolute horror, she notices it has been going off for nearly 40 minutes. She had barely half an hour to make herself presentable.

Twenty-five minutes later Nicole is mentally patting herself on the back for managing to shower, fix up her makeup, reasonably style her hair, and get dressed. She pops two birth control pills and swallows them down with some water. She could really use something bland to settle her stomach, but she’ll deal with that after the presentation.

Nicole’s section of the presentation is in the first 20 minutes. Although she starts to feel increasingly queasy, she manages to get through her section as if she was fresh as a spring daisy. That is, until she says ‘thank you now back to you...’ she isn’t able to get ‘Don’ out before the sickness hits. “I’m sorry,” she says to the camera before quickly turning off her video. She doesn’t get to the mute button before the booze from the night before comes up. Nicole is on the floor retching and she vaguely hears Don’s voice in the background “Nicole? Oh my, well, I’m so sorry about that folks and I hope Nicole’s okay. Stacy, can you please mute her microphone? In fact, why don’t you kick her from the meeting? Sounds like she might need a sick day.”

Nicole hears the tell-tale sign of the meeting hanging her up as she wipes her mouth. “Okay, I’m never drinking vodka and wine and beer ever again,” she says, starting to feel a little better now that it’s all out of her system.

Legs trembling she gets to her feet avoiding the pool of vomit that is roughly six feet away from the glistening pool of urine. She types a quick apology to Don and tells him she’s taking a sick day. She doesn’t add ‘obviously.’ She then crosses over to the kitchen table to find her phone. She thought it might be best to completely block off her calendar. The last thing she needs is the man coming back before she has a chance to recover from her hangover.

A yellow post-it note is waiting on top of her phone.

“I was going to wrap you in a blanket and carry you upstairs, but you wet yourself. Sorry, it isn’t my job to clean you up. At least it wasn’t vomit, right? Would have super sucked if you pissed while I was in your bed. Anyway, the boys will start arriving at 8 p.m. On the back side of this note is a list of shit I need you to pick up. Dinner, snacks, beers, cigars, and proper fuckin’ beer steins. Make sure you run them under water and put ‘em in the freezer at least two hours before we get there. No more warm beer, got it? The sloppy joe meat should be ready to go when we get there, too. And wear something pretty. Not one of those dumb sundresses. And because we have guests you can wear underwear. But sexy for after poker.” At the bottom of the note, there’s a crude drawing of a penis ejaculating.

Nicole deflates. She forgot about poker night. She was going to need to clean, go shopping, and get dinner started. Throwing up during the call was a disgusting mixed blessing. At least she didn’t need to worry about anyone at work thinking that she wasn’t really sick, so she had all day to pull her hungover self together and handle the requested pre-poker chores.

Nicole was thankful for the day off. She cleans up the mess in the living room and spends a little bit of time updating her Discord friends on what happened last night. She leaves out the part about how she woke up. DoctorMoan admonishes her for allowing her judgment to be impaired but admits her story was hot. He gives her some nutritional advice for beating the hangover so she can deal with the rest of the day. Betty is thrilled Nicole is going to work out with Marcus on Friday. She thinks it'll be good for her internet friend to get out of the house and spend time with someone who doesn't simply want to fuck her.

The rest of the day is easy. Although she grumbles through the shopping list realizing she’s now spending money on this jerk. Everything on his list ends up being $200. She finds herself adding $50 to the bill when she selects a bottle of whiskey because “it might make him happy if I have it around.” As she swipes her credit card she thinks “what is wrong with me? He didn’t even ask for this.”

By the time she gets home from shopping she still has four hours before the Poker Night group arrives, so she manages to get in a much-needed nap. She wakes up well-rested and ready to entertain.