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“Bend over at the waist,” I tell him, pushing on his upper back.
He does so, his chest lying on the table.
I slap him on the ass.
“Legs straight,” I say. “No slacking.”
His legs straighten up.
Even with my platform heels on, Mark is a couple inches taller than me, but our hips are at basically the same level, which is all that really matters. Leaning over him, my head just to the side of his, my tits pressed up against his back, my strap-one lying on the crack of his ass, I whisper in his ear.
“Today I’m going make this ass mine,” I say. “I’m going to slap it until it’s bright red, then I’m going to fuck it until you beg me to stop. But even then I’m going to keep going, until I decide it’s time to quit. Got that?”
“Yes, mistress,” he says.
I grab a bottle of lube off the table and squirt it onto my strap-on. I take a moment to work it in, rubbing it all over my cock, then press the tip against his asshole. Mark takes a deep breath and holds it in preparation of penetration but I just hold the strap-on there, touching his asshole but not entering him, torturing him, taunting him with the expectation.
And then, just as he is forced to exhale, I slide my cock into his asshole. He grunts in discomfort as I force it halfway in and start pumping him. Looking down, I can see my cock sliding in and out of his asshole. It’s intoxicating and wonderful and it makes me feel powerful, especially with Mark sounding like a little bitch beneath me.
I give him my whole cock, making it disappear inside his asshole before sliding it halfway out and giving it to him balls deep again. His groans turn more guttural as his discomfort grows, which just makes me pummel his ass with more aggression.
His face is turned to the side, pressing against the table. His eyes are closed and he’s grimacing.
“That’s right,” I say. “Take it you little bitch. It makes my pussy drip and throb, using you like a worthless little piece of meat. I know you’re in pain. But you’re going to take it anyways because you don’t have a choice.”
I slap his ass hard enough to leave a palm-print, forcing a painful scream from his throat. But instead of slowing me down, this just turn me on and gets me more excited. I slap his ass repeatedly, his cries music to my ears as I continue pounding away at his asshole.
I slow things down for a moment, shoving the strap-on as far into his asshole as it will go and holding it there, deep inside him, as I lean over, my mouth mere inches from his face.
“I like it when you scream,” I say to him, using a playful, seductive voice. “Those are the sounds I want to hear. Those are the sounds that turn me on. Those are the sounds that make my pussy drip. Those are what satisfy me. Will you scream for me?”
“Yes, mistress.”
I slap his exposed cheek. He screams.
“Louder,” I say, slapping him again.
He screams again, louder this time. But still not loud enough.
“Louder!” I say, smacking him again. And again. And again, eliciting screams of pain from him every time.
“Not bad,” I say. “But I think you can do better.”
I grab his shoulders and lean back. Using his body as leverage, I pump him with more intensity than ever before, pulling his body back into my cock as I hammer away at him, hard enough to make the table scoot forward a couple inches with every thrust.
Mark is screaming louder than ever before, obviously in discomfort, if not outright pain.
I scream too, mocking him. The room is filled with the sounds of rough sex. It’s beautiful.
“What’s the matter?” I say, yelling to be heard over the sounds of his suffering. “You can’t take an ass pounding? How many girls have you fucked like this in your time? 100? 200? And you can’t even take a single ass pounding? You’re pathetic!”
I pull my dick out of his asshole and squat down a bit, lying my tits the top of his ass. “But I bet you can take a pair of tits rubbing on your ass,” I say. “You can’t take a cock in it but you can take my tits on it?”
Mark is too busy catching his breath to answer.
I slap his ass with both hands, so hard that the sound echoes about the room like a gunshot. He cries out in pain.
My tone indignant, I say, “I show you mercy on your ass, rubbing my glorious tits on it, and you can’t even be bothered to thank me?”
