Anal

Jasmine stayed on her knees where the last trigger had dropped her. Cum coated her heavy tits and the upper curve of her neck. More of it still leaked from her used hole in slow, thick drips that ran down the inside of her thighs and pooled on the floor beneath her. Her mouth hung open. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused. She looked up at Tyrone like she was waiting for the next instruction and nothing else.

Tyrone wiped the head of his cock across her plump lips. She opened wider at once and cleaned him with long, slow strokes of her tongue, gathering every drop she could reach. She didn’t speak. She just worked, soft wet sounds filling the quiet between camera hums.

Logan checked the live feeds on David’s tablet.

“Still rolling,” David said. “All three angles are clean. We have more than enough for the first video.”

Logan looked down at Jasmine. “Up. On the table. On your back.”

She climbed up immediately, movements clumsy from the heavy tits and the lingering shake in her legs. She lay back, knees falling open without being told. Her fucked hole was still slightly open, a slow trickle of cum running out of her onto the padding. The cameras adjusted to frame the mess between her legs and the vacant look on her face.

Tyrone stepped closer and rested two fingers against her swollen clit. Jasmine jerked and let out a soft broken sound. He rubbed slow circles while Logan spoke.

“Look at the camera. Tell them what you are.”

Jasmine’s eyes drifted to the main lens. Her voice came out soft, slow, and thin.

“…Dumb bimbo. Came here for big black cock. Got used. Still dripping. Still want more.”

Tyrone pressed a little harder. She came with a weak, shaky cry, more cum pushed out of her by the climax. The cameras caught every pulse.

Logan nodded. “Good enough for now. Clean her up for the next set. Keep the makeup messy. Leave the cum on her tits and face. Viewers like the used look.”

David brought over a warm cloth and wiped the worst of the floor mess and the inside of her thighs, but left everything on her chest and lips untouched. Jasmine stayed limp and cooperative, only moving when they positioned her. When they had her on all fours again she arched her back automatically, presenting, the tiny pink skirt still bunched around her waist.

Tyrone ran a hand over her thick ass and gave it a firm squeeze. His thumb brushed across her tight, untouched hole. Jasmine twitched but didn’t pull away.

“You want more?”

She nodded hard, forehead against the table.

“…Yes. Please. Still empty. Still need it.”

He looked at Logan. Logan gave a small shrug.

“Keep rolling. Might as well use the time.”

Tyrone spat on her tight asshole, rubbed the head of his cock against it, and started to push. Jasmine’s eyes went wide. A high, broken sound left her throat as the thick head forced the ring of muscle open for the first time. She stayed in position, shaking, but she didn’t try to crawl away. The stretch was intense and new. Her empty mind had no room left to question it.

“Fuck… big…” she whimpered. “Thank you… use me…”

Tyrone worked himself deeper in slow, heavy strokes until he was fully seated in her ass. The cameras caught every inch disappearing into her and the way her hole gripped him. Once he bottomed out he started fucking her properly, steady and deep. Every thrust made her thick ass ripple and forced soft, overwhelmed sounds out of her. Her used pussy kept leaking the earlier load onto the table with every impact.

She took it exactly like before: open, wet, empty, and completely willing. No resistance. No thoughts beyond the cock stretching her ass and the soft, constant need to be used harder.

Logan watched the feed and spoke calmly toward the microphone that fed into the room.

“Dumb bimbo.”

The trigger landed. Jasmine’s arms gave out. She dropped to her chest, ass still high, and came with a silent open-mouthed shudder while Tyrone kept driving into her virgin hole. The cameras caught the exact moment her eyes went completely blank.

They kept filming until Tyrone finished again, burying himself deep and flooding her ass with a fresh load. When he pulled out, her newly used hole stayed open for a moment before slowly closing, a thick mix of cum beginning to leak out of her in slow, messy drips.

Jasmine stayed in position, breathing hard, waiting, the only clear thing left in her head the craving that had replaced everything else.

David stopped the recording and began the quick export. A few minutes later he looked up from the tablet.

“First video’s ready. Short version, just the highlights.”

Logan took the phone that still had Jasmine’s old login session open, attached the private link, and sent it straight to Tim’s number with no message attached.

On the floor, Jasmine remained on her knees, cum still leaking from both holes, completely unaware that the boyfriend she no longer remembered had just been sent the video of her getting ruined.