Body Writing

“Are you into body writing?”

“I’ll try anything.”

I pulled out my black marker and wrote FEMINIST in big letters across her chest, right above her perky tits. She looked up at me, unable to hide her annoyance, and I thrust my fingers into her mouth.

“Look at me,” I commanded. Her big brown eyes met my gaze and I pushed farther into her mouth, spreading her lips wide, shoving four fingers into her hole.

With my free hand, I wrote PROPERTY across her forehead. I wrote SLUT on her toned stomach.

“You wanna make your daddy mad?”

She looked uncertain. I shoved my fingers to the back of her throat and made her gag. She nodded, reluctantly.

“You know what would make him really mad?”

She shook her head.

“A gangbang.”

She looked frightened. I laughed.

“I’m just kidding, little girl. Now, tell me about why you’re a feminist while I fuck your ass.”

Her eyes widened but I didn’t remove my fingers.

“Mmnhhhn,” she tried to say.

“Did you say ‘Please fuck my ass, daddy?’ That’s what I heard,” I taunted. I pulled my fingers out and slapped her face.

“I don’t give a fuck what you want, cunt. I only care about your three holes. I’m gonna use all three tonight.”