Sevika and Abby’s Wife

She stopped to finger you ever once in a while and somehow that only made this all the more torturous because in the middle of her brutal pussy spanking, her thick fingers shoved in your tight cunt and stretched you out deliciously. Your pussy made all the lewd sounds in the world and it didn’t help you were wetter than you’d ever been from something so humiliating— cunt slaps and relentless fingering.

“Your stupid little body knows nothing but to get horny, isn’t that right, pretty girl?” Abby asked, rubbing your swollen cunt for a few seconds before landing another harsh slap.

You cried out in pleasure mixed with pain. Two fingers bullied their way in your pussy and rubbed against your inner walls roughly making your cunt clench and drool shamelessly around the digits.

“Dirty little slut getting turned on from getting her pussy slapped and fucked,” Abby spat on her fingers and shoved in three at once.

You gasped, back arching as your pussy squeezed. Abby groaned and curled all three of her fingers at once making you squirt. The scene was fucking filthy— your pussy convulsing and squirting your release all over Abby’s lap and hand, your eyes rolled back in bliss as your legs fell open.

You’re naked in nothing but a frilly apron that adorns your bare body perfectly enough for Ellie to want to bend over over that counter and spank your ass red till you cry.

“There’s my beautiful little thing,” she wraps one arm around your waist and presses a kiss to your head, almost mocking considering the power dynamic between you both.

You try not to look away from the stove. Ellie’s hand is firm around you, she points to the counter. You don’t need telling twice, you quietly bend over. Ellie frowns. The first smack on your skin comes down harder than expected.

“Where’s my sweet girl’s smile?” She asks, her voice sickeningly sweet before another swat comes down on your flesh making it jiggle. “Smile, bitch. Smile.”

“I’m sorry!”

You gasp through tears that are already pouring down your cheeks. You hate appearing so weak because of how easily you cry every time she hits you. You can’t help it. Ellie might not look like it sometimes but her hits hurt a lot.

Ellie smirks at your apology and wordlessly moves behind you, parting your ass cheeks and grinning at your puffy, used-from-last-night asshole. You’re still sore, you’re dreading being used again.

But Ellie doesn’t give a shit.

She spits right there on your asshole and using that minimal lube she shoves inside two fingers. You cry out in the sudden pain of stretching, legs already struggling to keep balance as Ellie rams inside her fingers. Two fingers quickly become three and three becomes four.

Ellie pumps vigorously, carefully tucking in her thumb and then— she slams inside. You gasp, eyes wide with tears pouring down.

Your voice is high-pitched, throat sore, cheeks stained with tears.

“Pl… please.” You beg, you can’t even form words anymore. You feel pathetic. Your asshole is stretching so much, it feels like it can’t ever close right again.

But Ellie’s having fun.