While I sucked Daddy's cock yesterday afternoon he was playing with my little asshole. He spread my cheeks out with both hands while I kept working at him, drooling all over both of us. The window was open while he spread and rubbed my asshole. We could hear the drone of a lawn mower in the peaceful summer afternoon, close to the window but not close enough to see the desperate cock sucking and the leisurely ass toying we were putting on display. He opened my asshole, big hands on both cheeks, and I could hear the smirk in his voice.
"Let's open these holes up so the guys cutting the grass can see, too, okay baby?"
I moaned my consent weakly, cock wedged down my throat. What else could I do? My denied lube dispenser was twitching at the thought of being shown off like that, my big ass being spread out.
"Stop sucking," Daddy commanded. I pulled my head back reluctantly, but my hand had a mind of its own and kept stroking at his cock. He pulled my messy ponytail once, sharply, and cracked his hand across my cheek. "I said stop."
I whimpered and got onto all fours. I heard him get up, my cheek rested against the bed as my lubehole throbbed. Would I be getting fucked there? I missed his cum, missed being bred, and the denial Daddy was putting me through was making me so horny I was desperate for cock. Maybe that's why I allowed what came next. The sound of his drawer sliding open made my heart race.
"That's a good fucktoy," He praised me, and I smiled to myself. What a degrading thing to say, but he was my Daddy and as far as I was concerned, he owned my body and could call me whatever he liked.
I felt his fingers back at my asshole, heard the sounds of the coconut oil container opening up.
"You already know I'm after your tightest hole," Daddy purred.
My heart raced. Had I been edging to fantasies about this very thing? Yes, of course I had. I had even slid my plugs into my asshole last night, needy and horny, bouncing on them and slobbering all over my dildo.
Still... This was real life. And I'm no good at anal, not really. I needed more training. It was hard to get past that initial pain, and I really only trusted myself with my most tight hole.
I felt the cold metal of my diamond assplug being slid into my littlest hole, and I couldn't help shaking my ass as I felt my hole suck it inside. I knew right then and there that I wouldn't be safewording. I wanted him to destroy me and rebuild me into the perfect pet for him. This was the last step.
"That's it, just accept it." His words made the moment feel so humiliating and so degrading, but I was beyond caring. I needed this so badly.
What followed was several minutes of edging with his mouth. My desperate clit loved his slow licks up and down her, sucking her into his mouth while one hand fucked my tight asshole with the plug at the same time. When he got bored of that, he put me back on all fours and slid the plug out. I deflated a bit. Was he done with me? I wanted his cock so badly-
I felt the head nudge my asshole. "You've always wanted to take it in your asshole from behind, isn't that right baby?"
"Yes, Daddy," I whimpered, feeling my heart race and shaking from head to toe. I shared that fantasy a few weeks ago, when Daddy was prepping my ass for a missionary fucking. And here it was, real as day, nudging against my tight asshole.
He began pushing. Fuck, it was too tight. I started to struggle, pulling myself frantically away from him. He kept going, following my movements.
I was crying out as the head of his cock pushed past the tight ring of muscle in my ass. His hands gripped my hips as he grunted, my body not giving him the access he was after.
"No, no, hurts," I begged, not sure what I wanted. I didn't want to make him stop. Part of me wanted this, wanted to be taken. But the pain was very real, and I was waivering in my faith that this would be worth it.
"Do you remember your safeword?"
This was a momentary pause, last chance for me to shout it and end the session. I had safeworded so many times before and I didn't want to do it this time. I wanted to help him break my holes.
I nodded, silent. He pulled out, applied more coconut oil.
"I'm going to use more lube because you're not properly trained yet as my anal whore. But don't always expect it."
He was pushing in again, and my ass was staying put for him. It burned and I cried out quietly.
"Daddy, can I have my wand?" I had an idea of what to do help myself serve him.
He thought about it for a moment. "Yes, baby, go ahead."
I shot my hand out, snagging the wand from its place in my underwear drawer. I settled back down and put the buzzing wand on my clit. It relaxed me instantly, and his cock was all the way in my asshole soon after.
It felt so fucking good. My ass, stretched around him so tight it felt like it could burst. It wasn't supposed to be in there, but there it was, hot and hard.
"Oh, fuck, I love it so much," I babbled, rutting back against his girth and length as I drooled a puddle underneath my face. "I'm so sorry I tried to get away, I'm so sorry." I already couldn't believe I had tried to escape, to take this depraved pleasure from both of us.
"That's okay, baby," Daddy grunted, hands slapping at my ass. "Look at you now. Look at what an anal whore you are."
"This is my place. This is where I belong. Beneath you," I whined.
"That's right. And you're going to see it, even if I have to rip this asshole apart." Daddy was gripping my hips harder, thrusts getting more violent. "You like it rough, right slut? Your hole can take it."
I whimpered, agreeing. But he wasn't asking for my input. He started pounding me.
"So hard... So slick... Stretching me out," I moaned, brain leaking out of my pussy as I got used like an anal fucktoy. "Hurts so much but feels so good."
"It really goes deep, doesn't it baby?" Daddy said as he pounded away. My legs had given out and I was pinned between him and the bed. "If you're talking to your friends or writing about this, you are to refer to your pussy as your 'lube dispenser.' Got that?"
"Y-yes, Daddy," I stuttered out, cheeks burning as I examined the depths of my depravity. When I met this man nearly three years ago, I had too much pride to be used up like this. Now it was where I derived my sense of pride. Seeing how many of my boundaries could be pushed aside to service the most perfect cock I had ever taken.
Fuck, it was hot. So wrong to let a man do this and yet nothing else ever felt as good.
"I'm gonna cum in your bitchole," He grunted, thrusts getting frantic.
"Is it a bitchole, Daddy?" I wanted him to confirm that it was. I wanted to call it that with pride.
"That's the perfect name for it, bitch," Daddy replied. "I'm cumming."
He pounded me out through his orgasm, and I took the pounding along with his cum.
We cuddled for a moment, him collapsing on top of me.
"That felt amazing," I sighed as he held me. "I never want to forget that. That this is my place."
Daddy stroked his hand up and down my back. "You fit your role so perfectly."
"I want you to be entitled over me. Take me anyways, even if I protest." I didn't look at his face, slightly startled by my own admission of inferiority.
"These holes belong to me." Daddy responded calmly, hands running over my ass cheeks. I smiled to myself. He gets it. He always does.
