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“Tell me,” I said.

“Alright,” she said, “I’ll tell you how I crave it. I’m your slut,” she paused, so calm and serene. “I might not be a very good slut right now, but I know I will be the best slut for you. All I need is for you to teach me. I crave that. And I crave the look of love in your eyes when you play with me. I crave the amazing orgasms. I crave you, Julian. I’m your slut, so make me the best. Please.”

I took a step back, stared at the girl with an ache in my heart.

I stopped the video and took my time, savouring the moment as she watched me shrug my shirt off, smiling as I pushed my trousers and boxers down. I fisted my cock, saw the craving in her. Felt it in me. Could have fucked her right there and then. But no.

I made quick work of fetching a mug from the kitchen, dragging the TV closer, and settling my phone in the mug on top of it, angled just right to catch everything as I set the video to record again.

I stood to the side of her, opened her legs wide, and she moaned a delicious moan as I eased the dildo all the way out. Her breath was almost a hiss. It sent shivers to my balls. And her cunt was bliss, gaping just a little as it retracted.

“Fuck, that feels nice,” she said.

I stroked her hair. “Good girl,” I said and pushed the dildo back in, slowly, all the way.

“God,” she said. “Oh God. Oh God.”

I admired the stretch of her. Her cunt straining at the intrusion.

“How does it feel?” I asked.

“It stings,” she said, “Hurts.”

“Then let’s turn that pain into pleasure. That’s what good sluts do, Rosie. Turn pain into pleasure.”

I fucked her with the dildo. Slowly at first until her slickness allowed for rhythm.

“That’s it,” I said and picked up the pace.

She cried out and I kept going until those cries became whimpers and she was actually bucking against the toy.

I stopped fucking her and pushed the dildo deep.

The way she was panting, tits rising and falling, brow sweaty, cheeks aflame, cunt stretched wide and dripping, made me feel weirdly proud.

“You’re doing well, slut,” I said. “Think you can take more?”

“I want more,” she said, “give it to me.”

The dildo was still buried deep and stretching her beautiful cunt wide when I used my fingers on her ass. Two fingers… three… and she was crying out.

“Tell me to stop,” I said, but she shook her head.

“No.”

“My cock is fucking savage,” I told her. “Tell me to stop before I tear you apart with it.”

“NO!” she said, and her eyes were alive with defiance. “Do it! Do whatever you want. Treat me like all the other cheap little bitches who’ve wanted you!”

“You’re nothing like the others,” I reminded her.

“I know,” she said, “So give me what I want. I want it even more than you do.”

She had me. It was me who was snared as much as she was, swimming in my own seedy urges as she submitted so perfectly. I pulled my fingers free of her ass, tugged her butt to the edge of the table and lined my dick up. Double penetration was going to be rough, so I hoped she was a brave little angel. This was going to be the roughest she’d ever taken.

Her ass was dry and tight. Her pussy was stretched wide around the plastic cock as I touched my cock end to her asshole.

But I hesitated.

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