Orgasmically

Orgasm Control **** her to cum when I did, her hips had been jerking instinctively, rubbing against my arm and now she gushed all over it, staring at me in confusion and lust.

I grabbed up her ‘boss’ cushion and rubbed it all over her face, “Clean up your betters, bitch,” I ordered, then tossed the cushion aside.

“Ha…no man can cum again after--” she stared at my still-hard dick. “No way, that’s…impossible. Did you take a little blue pill before coming here?”

I laughed. “No. This,” I waved at my throbbing dick, “is all me and all you. Now, I’m lubed up, it’s time for you to give up that ass to a real man.”

“B…b…but…”

“Yes, lube up your ass for me.”

“I ca--”

“Your husband hasn’t made you cum in years, I’ve made you cum by claiming your tits. You are a beautiful, sexual creature, abandoned by your husband and I’m claiming you. You deserve this, he’s betrayed and abandoned you. Give me your ass, prepare it to be claimed by me.”

She obeyed.

“Good girl,” she shuddered at that, and plunged two lube covered fingers into her hole. Usually that would have been a mistake, but she must have discovered her Tough Ass stretchiness when she prepared for this moment, as I was sure she had.

“Ready,” she whispered after a moment.

“Hold yourself open for me.”

Her hands spread ass and cunt open like a beautiful buffet of sexual depravity. And I slid a few fingers in, just to check. Her ass was tight, she was incredibly tense and nervous, but thanks to Tough Ass I saw no signs of pain.

My fingers came out as clean as if I’d dipped them in water thanks to Clean Shooter. “You did such a good job preparing, I think you were considering this already. Giving your husband your ass for your anniversary?”

“NO! Never! I wouldn’t ever give anyone that--”

“Except me.”

“You’re taking it no--”

“Damn straight,” her hands had fallen away, but I still held her open and as my head spread her tight sphincter, I smiled down at her. “I’m taking your ass.”

She moaned, as did I as slowly, inch by torturous, ecstatic inch, I claimed her ass for myself. As I reached my root, filling her as much as I could, far more than her own fingers ever had, I grabbed her hips and used Orgasm Control to **** her to cum. There was a pop-up, but I pushed it aside.

She convulsed. If I hadn’t been holding her hips, I’m genuinely concerned she would have spun off the table and broken my fucking dick. Even as it was, she tightened up so much that without the lube I would’ve had friction burns on my dick. “Good girl,” she shuddered and her orgasm extended.

“Cumming from giving my your last virginity. You really are mine, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she whimpered. SP +1 (Diamond +98)

“Hold your legs open, so I can really fuck that ass,” I ordered.

“Yes, fuck that tight ass,” she whispered to herself, as she opened herself.

I fucked into her. “This is my ass! You’ll never let your pussy husband touch it!”

“Never!” she agreed.

“Fuck, you won’t let him fuck you at all! If he’s a good boy, maybe a handjob on special occasions.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she agreed as her overstimulated pussy ground against my stomach on every thrust.

“Tell me what you really think of your husband!”

“He’s a cheating, small-dicked, pussy, who doesn’t deserve to touch me!” she yelled into her empty house. +1 SP (+99 Diamond)

“That’s right. Which means, this,” I tapped her wedding ring where it stood out against the brown skin of her clenched thighs, “doesn’t mean shit. Give it to me.”

She froze. I wondered if she’d say yellow, or red, we had discussed my degrading her husband and making her **** her husband, but not this. She shuddered. I pushed.

“Unless you’d like me to stop, so you can crawl back to your lonely vibrator and cheating husband who’s so fucking blind he doesn’t even see you?”