Yes! A dish best served creampied

Stacey didn't lapse out of her woozy, post-enormous-cumshot trance until Krissi had already finished her first word.

HELPLESS

She reached out with supernatural speed to snatch the marker back, her muscles and sinews like steel ready to crush Krissi's wrist.

Krissi wrenched her arm back. The moment Stacey had touched her she felt suddenly feeble, unable to hold onto Krissi's wrist with more than the strength of a toddler. But as soon as her hand was off she felt the same strength she'd given herself before.

*This was bad.*

Krissi wasted no time. She clutched Stacey by the throat and the yoga instructor felt as if a bodybuilder were holding her, she fought with no effect.

"I'm gonna enjoy this you fucking bitch!"

Stacey found herself kneeling, then facedown on the toilet seat (thankfully lowered), her ass in the air. She felt the marker dancing across her cheeks, the chill of its ink drying. She felt fear.

"I'm sorry I only have a fraction of the time I need to give you what you deserve, but I'll do what I can!"

She felt an uncanny straining and shifting, and realized her ass was swelling beyond its current fit-yet-ample proportions. Then she felt a sudden intense tingling around her asshole. She whimpered, surprised at how high-pitched and **** her voice sounded. She'd really lost all control.

More writing, then bizzarely, despite the fear and humiliation of the situation, her cock hardened once again, the thick and heavy iron rod rising until it hit the porcelain bowl of the toilet she was leaning over.

More words she couldn't associate with any effect, then she felt hands peel apart her cheeks and a pressure against her tight rear entrance.

"Oh yes fuck my little asshole daddy," she purred. As the words left her mouth she couldn't believe they'd come out of her. It was as if they'd bypassed all thought. She didn't want her asshole fucked! She'd never call her cumslut Krissi "daddy"!

But as Krissi's cock rammed into her with barely any lubrication, painful yet undeniably satisfying.

"Oh yes that's what your little slutty fuckdoll needs! Ream my fat filthy ass with your gorgeous cock until you cum inside me. I need your jizz filling me up. I can't wait to have it leaking out and staining my panties the rest of the night!"

"Don't forget, you'll be staining your panties plenty yourself, bitch. You'll get a lot of attention with that rod that's too big and hard to hide. I still think you'll find a new man to fill your ass every day, there's all sorts out there after all."

*No, NO!*

"Oh my god yes thank you for making me into the cockgirl ass-slut I deserve to be, daddy. Pound me harder, cum in me, I neeeeeeeed it!"

Horror and humiliation burned inside Stacey, but the stream of slutty begging continued. She didn't have the power to stop herself. Worse, her own body betrayed her. Her cock, so recently satisfied by Krissi's tongue and throat, was rock hard and pulsing in pleasure with each thrust delivered deep into her ass. It ached so pleasurably, her balls tightened and stirred.

"Oh yes yes yes I know my tight little ass has you on the brink, fill me up with your love juice daddy!"

"You got it bitch!"

Stacey felt a sudden sting of a hand slapping her ass, and the flesh of her ample cheek rippling under the ****. Almost simultaneously she felt the heavenly ecstasy of cum squirting inside her.

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeees!" she moaned, and then it was as if her ass sent an electric shock straight to her inhuman penis and suddenly her knees buckled again as another torrent of cum shot out of her, pulse after pulse after pulse. She fell on the floor into a puddle of her own jizz, mingling with drips of Krissi's cum dripping out of her ass. She looked around but Krissi was already gone.