Amy is given an anal battering... And a new contract?!

Thank FUCK for Dr. Ito's anal relaxation gel.

Thank FUCK for that gel!

HOLY SHIT THANK FUCK FOR THAT GEL!

Amy has just lost her anal virginity.

To the biggest, blackest cock she's ever seen.

That same black cock is still deep inside her butt, being thrust in and out with alarming speed and ****.

With only a bit of saliva as lube.

Amy knows for sure that if it wasn't for the anal relaxation and stretching procedure she'd had undergone just that morning, she would be in tears right now, and probably screaming in pain.

It's still an extremely intense, degrading and invasive experience, but, thanks to the newly improved elasticity of her rear fuckhole, she's able to take this anal **** without being reduced to a puddle of tears. So, she counts her blessings.

"Holy fucking shit. Holy fucking shit. Holy fucking shit." She moans and grunts as quietly as she can as she endures the butthole battering of a lifetime... In her first ever anal experience.

It had been bad enough when he'd explored it with his thumb earlier, in the conservatory. And it had been intense enough when he'd pulled his thumb out all of a sudden, after she'd made that carefully worded comment in front of her friend. She'd barely been able to maintain control of her breathing then.

This was on a whole different level.

There was no previous experience that Amy could compare this to. No similar sensation that she'd ever undergone. This was completely new, completely unreal, and completely insane.

And still, Drake kept going.

"Fuck yeah, you fucking anal slut! How about if I only ever fucked yo up the butt, huh? How about if you were my anal only slut?"

"Yes, yes, make me your anal only slut, Drake!" Amy squeals, ****, despite everything that is happening, not to earn any more Frigity Points.

"Let's never kiss." Drake grunts in arousal.

"Okay..." Amy responds obediently.

"I'll never touch your pussy."

"Okay..."

"You'll never touch my dick with your hands or your mouth or anything. Just your asshole."

"Okay... Fuckkkk..."

"Let's make it a contract."

"Huh?!"

"The first one of us to break our anal only rule... or, the first one to even suggest it... Owes the other 100 thousand dollars."

"W-what?!"

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum in your ass! Quick, agree to the contract as I cum!"

If I don't agree... My Sentinel...

"I agree! I agree to the anal only contract!" Amy squeals, barely able to think straight through the intense sensations.

"Yes... It's a deal..." Drake hisses as he orgasms, and then proceeds to empty his balls into Amy's completely infertile anal tunnel.

Amy just stays there, completely unmoving, still completely unable to believe that any of this is really happening.

It's been less than two days since I signed that contract, and it's already ended up like this...

Drake unceremoniously pulls out of his new conquest's asshole, wipes his cock on the inside of Amy's dress, tucks himself away and zips back up.

"Come on, let's go get another drink, my little anal whore." Drake says casually, as if that's an acceptable way to talk to someone you literally met for the first time today.

"I... I have to go to the bathroom!" Amy points out. There's several milliliters of virile sperm swimming around in her anal passage and rectum.

"No you don't." Drake says, very matter-of-factly.

"I... Don't?" Amy asks, confused, more than anything.

"You don't." Drake says confidently, and ushers her back out towards the staircase, and the party below.