Breaking The Girl

As the morning sun peeks through the blinds of your bedroom, you open your eyes and see your tiny, naked wife lying next to you. Her long blonde hair tossed over the back of her 5'0", 92 pound frame. She's curled up on her side, facing away from you, giving you a great look at her firm little ass. She looks impossibly petite for a grown woman, and even more so next to you. Your muscular 6'5", 250 pound body made her look like little more than a sex toy in comparison.

Most men might see the 160 pound weight difference as a reason to be more careful, more sensitive during sex, but not you. No, much to her chagrin, you often treat her as nothing more than a fucktoy on which to exercise your rough sexual desires. Fortunately, due to years of careful conditioning, she's realized that her worth is measured in how well she can satisfy your every deviant need. Even if she's gritting her teeth in pain and/or humiliation, she now knows submitting to your will is her sole purpose in life.

Pain is something Whitney has grown quite familiar with, though she never gets used to. Despite your constant pummeling, her pussy still wrapped around your thick, 9-inch cock like a condom, her lips gripping every violent stroke. Her asshole was tighter than the eye of a needle, causing her to grunt and whimper the few times you've even slipped the tip of your finger in. The suggestion of cramming your massive dick in her tiny rear has caused legitimate panic in her, to the point of shaking, so she's still an anal virgin.

Like clockwork every morning, your cock was rock hard. Without hesitation, you move yourself up against your sleeping wife, pushing your hips into her backside, becoming the very big spoon to her very little spoon. You slowly grind your hips into her as she awakens.

"Please Tony, I can't do it again yet, I'm still burning from last night" pleads Whitney, squirming away slightly to evade the monstrous cock grinding into her.

"What's the matter Whitney, your little pussy can't handle this big cock again?" you say with a sneer.

It couldn't. By "last night" she was referring to the long, merciless penetration she endured only a few hours ago. Looking to let out some pent up aggression last night, you had grabbed her ankles, them behind her ears, and savagely pounded her contorted body for over 45 minutes. By the end, her pussy was so swollen and sore that she needed help walking to the bathroom afterwards. Too bad that wasn't going to deter you from wanting more this morning.

"I can't Tony," she continued, pushing back against your hips, "I want to make you happy, but I just can't. It still hurts too much."

"You really want to make me happy?" you say smirking, giving a small tug on her hair from behind.

"Of course Tony, I always want to make you happy" she replies with a half-genuine, half- smile.

"Good..."