Rough Anal

My inner **** who awoke just yesterday is not satisfied with doing vanilla. I feel an overwhelming need to dominate, to push girls past their boundaries, and to train them. Without any warning or preparation, I grab hold of Faith's hips tightly and thrust forward, burying half of my cock inside her tight, unsuspecting asshole. The sudden intrusion causes her to cry out loudly, her body trembling in shock and fear at the brutal penetration.

Faith's small fists ball up around the cushions of the couch and I remember the disadvantage of fucking from behind. I can't see her cute face that mus be contorted in pain as she feels herself stretched beyond anything she has ever experienced before. But I can hear her whimper pitifully, trying to adjust to the raw aggression. Tear must be streaming down her face right now.

“Shut up,” I snarl between grunts, a cruel smile spreading across my face as I feel her muscles involuntarily spasm around my invading length. “You thought this would be fun? A chance to play out a fantasy of sorts?”

She whimpers again, her voice breaking as she gasps for air. "Please...please go slower..."

“Slower?” I laugh cruelly, savoring the power I hold over her. “It's a ****, dumb bitch. **** isn’t supposed to be gentle.” I drive deeper into her, stretching her wider until finally my entire length disappears within her bowels. The sensation of absolute control over another human being sends waves of euphoria through my veins, making every cell tingle with dark pleasure.

Faith sobs uncontrollably now, snot dripping onto the sofa mixed with her drool. Yet despite her obvious distress, her pussy remains soaked - a clear sign that somewhere deep down she partially enjoys this degradation. That realization only fuels my desire further; if she can take pleasure from being violated, then why shouldn’t I maximize her suffering?

I pull out almost completely, savoring the brief resistance before slamming back in harder than before. The **** makes her entire petite frame jolt forward, her nerdy pastel-colored apartment blurring in the periphery. Her collection of plush animals on the shelf rattles slightly with each violent thrust. “Look at you,” I sneer, leaning down to whisper into her ear. “A little slut getting railed in the ass because some divine entity said I could.”

Her muffled cries grow louder but are drowned out by the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. As my pace quickens, so too does her heart rate, which I can feel with my hand pressing firmly on her back. Each powerful stroke rocks her delicate body, causing moans to escape. Minutes pass filled solely with animalistic grunting and wailing, the scent of sex and fear thickening the air. Her oversized Luke Skywalker poster stares blankly from the wall as if witnessing her debasement.

Eventually, I feel my balls tighten, ready to explode. Gripping her waist firmly, I give one final mighty thrust, hilting myself fully once again before erupting deep inside. Jet after jet of hot cum floods her insides, claiming her in the most primal way possible.

I step back to admire my work. Faith lies limply draped across the arm of the couch, her messy red hair clinging to her sweat-slicked face. She’s unmoving except for shallow gasps as she attempts to regain composure. When she finally lifts herself upright, she turns slowly to face me, revealing red-rimmed eyes full of shame and humiliation..

“You should have understood that it wouldn’t be pleasant,” I say smugly, wiping sweat from my brow. “Next time maybe you’ll think twice about teasing your coach with that fat ass of yours.”

She nods weakly, unable to meet my gaze directly.

“My wife tired me out,” I say calmly, as if discussing the weather. “You won’t mind if I move into your place for a few days?"

“Yes,” she whispers, sheer terror lacing her voice.

"Good girl," I praise, reaching out to pat her head condescendingly.