The Aftermath

Amy is still in the bathroom, but at least you can't hear her sobbing anymore.

The crying jag had been tough to deal with and almost made you regret fucking her in the ass and then pushing your spent cock into her mouth.

Almost. But not quite.

The sight of her licking the mix of lube, cum, and ass juice off your cock was worth the emotional fallout that you had to deal with. The disgust on her face, the look of utter humiliation as you stuffed yourself completely into her mouth, will be an image that you treasure for a long time. If she storms out of your apartment and never comes back, you will have this cherished moment to remember her by.

But she doesn't storm out. Instead, she slowly opens the bathroom door and joins you in bed. She lies down and rests her head on your shoulder as you wrap your arm around her.

"How is your ass doing?" you ask tenderly.

"It hurts," she says in a little voice.

"Are you sure you still--"

"Yes!" she snaps, lifting up to look down at you, a fraught expression on her pretty face. "I told you, whatever it takes. If you really need me to be" -- she swallows hard -- "anal only, then I will do that for you. But don't think it's not going to hurt!"

You gaze up at her in as sensitive a manner as you can muster.

"It won't always hurt. Soon you might even enjoy it."

"I won't!" she spits at you. She looks on the verge of tears again. You need to take control of the situation.

"Amy, I need you to be open to this, otherwise it isn't going to work. I am utterly confident that with enough training and effort, you can discover pleasure in an anal-only lifestyle."

She bites her lip, as though to stop from saying something she will regret, something that will drive you away. You reach up to brush her hair out of her eyes, caressing it softly.

"I love you," you say. "I want this to be something that brings you as much joy as it does me." You picture your nose growing about two feet in length.

Amy says nothing, but she nods slowly and then rests her head down on your shoulder again.

"Tomorrow," you say, "I will buy you supplies and you can begin training your ass. You will see, it won't take that long at all, I'm sure."