It’s a sensitive question...

The sight you see when you enter the bedroom is one that will stay with you for the rest of your life. Your usually rumpled bed is made impeccably, hospital corners and all (which is a real bitch with a waterbed). Rose petals have been strewn over the floor. A red scarf draped over the table lamp by your bed, adding a certain mystique with the way it alters the lighting in the room. But most important is what that single bulb reveals on your bed.

You have absolutely no idea how Beth managed to hogtie herself. Her face is pressed to the mattress, ass raised in the air and pointed toward you. Black silk ropes are the only thing she’s wearing aside from a gleaming gem winking at you from her ass. You stop for a moment and take it all in, as she turns her head and asks you that all important question, the use of which has lead to the dissolution of so many relationships. Treasured by some, feared by others, and enjoyed by many even though most of them don’t talk about it. Both men and women throughout the ages have pondered this question. The Ancient Greek philosophers were renowned for it, and pondering it has destroyed the faith of many holy men. The act described is both degrading and empowering. It engenders disgust and terror as well as lust and fervor. Many would go great lengths for it. The one word question slides effortlessly off Beth’s tongue, and you see her tremble at the thought of it

“Anal?”

You really don’t have to think about it beyond wondering just how much thought she put into this. Strangely it’s not a question you’ve had any call to answer before, but your dick hardening in your pants answers for you. You walk toward her, her fantastic ass wiggling in anticipation, and grasp the gem, which you now realize is the tip of a butt plug. With surprisingly little effort, the spade shaped piece of silicone slides out easily revealing the slightly distended appearance of that oh so valuable muscle at the base of your sister’s spine. Her whole body quakes, and she moans low in her throat.

You caress her ass with one hand while your other unzips your pants, revealing your massively stiffened cock. Your breath coming in shallow gasps, you climb onto the bed behind her. The head of your member brushes agains her ass and that’s all that it takes to set her off.

“Please fuck this one’s worthless ass, Sir. You’ve used all my other holes for your pleasure, but others have used them before. This is all Yours. You’re the first.”

You don’t need any more invitation. You can see that she’s already considerably lubed up. You start slow, just thrusting the tip in at first, and gradually build up the tempo, as she pushes back against you with what little mobility her bonds allow. Before long your balls are slapping against her cunt and she exhorts you to ever more brutal action. “YES! Fuck my ass! Fuck it like you would my cunt! Stretch me out! Make me gape for you! God, I think I can feel you in my throat!”

You continue to thrust harder, lost in your own lust, as you bottom out over and over agin in the sweltering hot tightness of her rectum. “Use my whore ass, make me your cocksleeve! Destroy me!”

After a short time or millions of years, you begin to feel your balls tighten and you know your climax is near. Beth seems to sense it as well, as she starts to buck back against you harder and increases her litany of her own depravity. “Own my ass! Shoot your cum up into my stomach! Fill me up! Make me Yours!”

And that’s all you need to push you over the edge. With a primal roar you let loose into her bowels, pumping waves and waves of spunk into her . As you do you can feel her own climax ripping through her body, and she lets out a guttural cry of “THANK YOU MASTER!”