Yes

Sophie lay in her prone position over the edge of the sofa, cum leaking out of her, as she got her breath back. She could feel it gently slide down her leg. She moved as if to get up, but Carl put a hand on her shoulder.

"Where do you think you're going?" he said coldly, and presented his semi-erect cock before her. "Get it nice and wet, or else this is going to hurt."

Sophie looked at it, wet with her juices, sticky cum dripping from the end. It did look appetising, and she presented him with a wide open mouth. He slipped it into her gaping hole, and her tongue started to clean it. The flavour of her own sex was distinct. She had of course tasted herself before, remembering when she was younger, exploring her own body and had sucked on a wet finger just to see what it was like. The taste, mixed with his own, was not wholly unpleasant.

Sophie could feel his cock swelling in her mouth as she licked and sucked. Carl certainly had some stamina, he was ready to go again this soon! She felt it pulse as she wrapped her lips around it, soaking it with her saliva. He unceremoniously pulled it from her mouth, its turgid form standing over her, as a strand of drool ran from its head to her mouth.

He then went behind her, stroking the soft, smooth skin of her bottom. She looked over her shoulder, apprehensively, as his long fingers traced across her buttocks. Carl took in the view, the sticky, wet slit oozing white goo. What a mess. His rigid cock tingled at the sight of it.

Sophie shivered, knowing this was wrong. She should just tell him no, to get up and put a stop to this. Sarah would never forgive her. She had gone too far... of course, if she went further, things couldn't get any worse...

The sudden pressure at the puckered entrance of her tight bottom made her jump. This was not something she did a lot, and even then it was usually just an exploring finger. She winced as the pressure increased, feeling her bumhole parting to make way to the invader. Even with all the slippery saliva coating his member, it was proving to be difficult. Sophie was a tiny woman, and her most private hole was very tight.

She grunted, and gripped the arm of the sofa tightly. It was getting painful, now. "Please, Carl, I don't think I can do it." she stammered, through gritted teeth. He reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back sharply.

"You call me 'Daddy' from now on." he said. Sophie squirmed, she could feel the burning humiliation making her crotch tingle with excitement. "Daddy, please, I can't..."

"You finish what you started, you little slut." he said, the bulbous head of his cock still pressed tight against her entrance, "Sarah would hate to find out what her so-called friend has been up to." He let go of her hair, and her face fell forward and pressed into the soft leather.

Sophie whined, and moved her hands back to her bottom. She gripped the soft flesh and spread her cheeks for him. Carl smirked, spat on the end of his cock, and pushed forward again. It slowly opened her tiny hole up, the head of his cock sliding inside. Sophie grimaced, feeling herself stretch more than she had before, it was painful, but she didn't say a word.

It was a little easier to push inside now, and he pressed into her, his thick member sliding in balls deep. Her hole was gripping around his throbbing penis like a cockring, making it feel swollen and engorged. Sophie breathed in short, sharp breaths. It actually felt a bit better, now. The psychological aspect was at least as exciting as the physical feeling. She knew she couldn't stop him taking her anally, even if she wanted to. She was just being used for her holes, now.

Carl started slow, pumping in and out of her, never quite leaving her entirely. She felt the warm thrill of being desired, her little body impaled by this man, just for how she looked. It was an amazing feeling, how he would cheat on his wife to use Sophie in this way. The pain was turning into pleasure as he sped up his thrusts.

Sophie bit her lip and gasped. It was soo big, the feeling filled her world. Her mind was telling her that nothing should go in there, it is an exit only, but her body was screaming "more please!" She moaned, open mouthed, as she leaned her head over the chair. One of her hands moved to her crotch, and she fumbled at her clit, her mind hazy and ravaged with lustful thoughts.

"Harder please, Daddy!" she cried, imagining herself as the little daughter to the strong man pounding behind her. She had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar once too often, and now she was receiving her deserved punishment. She thought about Sarah, and how this was going to ruin their relationship for good, but then another part of her brain said "fuck Sarah".

Carl was going at a steady pace, now. He pulled back until just the head was inside, then slammed back in, his balls slapping against her, over and over again. Sophie's sex-addled brain thought perhaps he and Sarah could keep her as a live-in ****. Then Sarah wouldn't need to be mad, she would still be fully in control of the relationship. It was an interesting thought.

Sophie's fingers had done their job, and her body rocked with a powerful orgasm. She twitched, and her sphincter muscles contracted, sending Carl over the edge too. He groaned, thrust deep to the hilt, and grabbed her by the hair again. Sophie let out a squeak as she arched her back, and he started to pump load after load into her behind. It felt hot inside her, an unusual sensation.

Carl got his breath back, and then pulled out of Sophie's tight hole without so much as a thank you. He let go of her hair, and strolled away to the bathroom to clean himself off. Sophie lay there, her anus gaping open, semen flowing out of it. She could feel the blood rush to it in time with her heartbeat. In a dazed state, her hand explored her backside carefully, and the hole was slowly closing up to it's original tightness.

Sophie shivered, and lay where she was left, cum pooling at her feet.