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She wasted no time, wetting her lips and sliding her mouth down over his erection, feeling a twinge of apprehension at the size and realizing it would be no easy task to take it all into her ass. Giving herself a mental shake, she let her angry thoughts bolster her, "I want it to hurt. It'll be easier if he just rams it home and fucks me till he's done."
Other than the occasional groan and pat on the head, he seemed to ignore her in favor of watching the game. She half listened to the commentators' continuous babble about the score and the players, annoyed that he could be so indifferent to her attentions. Letting the sound lull her into an easy sucking rhythm, she was startled when he grabbed the back of her neck, pushing her all the way down onto his cock. Stomach muscles clenched painfully, she gagged, and jerked back instinctively. He let her go with a laugh.
Smiling at her teary-eyed glare, he remarked, "You're a spoiled little brat."
She flushed, knowing what he said was true and restraining the urge to make a rude retort. Her Master had said as much, telling her he was tired of how she misbehaved just so he would punish her. This would be good lesson, he had said, being punished by someone else. "I don't want anyone else!" she had wailed, but here she was anyway. Chastised, she moved to take his cock back into her mouth, surprised when he caught both her hands and stopped her.
"Come lay across my lap." He guided her over his legs, stretching her arms out in front and letting her rest her elbows on the ottoman by his side. "Comfy?"
She nodded uncertainly, feeling conspicuously naked as she always did when her ass was put on display, and she had no doubt that it was, thrust up right before his eyes. He massaged the soft flesh with warm hands, making her gasp and blush with embarrassment when he spread the pliant cheeks and inspected the puckered hole there. She hated being opened up like that, a little fact her Master had no doubt saw fit to inform him of, and could not stop herself from releasing a small sound of protest. New thoughts sprang into her mind, "This isn't how it's supposed to be!"
There was barely enough time to breathe a sigh of relief when he removed his hands before the alarm returned tenfold at the sound of snapping latex. He was putting on gloves. The cold wet touch of a lubed finger on her asshole made her cringe, the humiliation doubling as it pressed into the sphincter and penetrated easily. The TV was still on and most of his attention seemed to be on it while he continued casually probing inside her rectum with one slick finger. He twisted it in deep, making her writhe and groan at the unwelcome sensations.
"Do you like this?" he asked softly. She wanted to lie and say no but nodded, her face crimson. He chuckled, "I know." Her pussy was soaked, so much so that some of the wetness had dribbled onto his lap and she could feel it on her skin, the evidence of her shame. He withdrew slightly and added another well-lubed finger. They slid in easily and she groaned in mortification at being slowly opened up by a stranger's fingers. His response was to add a third finger, and then to start slowly fucking her ass with the slippery digits.
She wanted to stay still, to resist the throbbing of her wet pussy, but could not stop herself from squirming each time he pressed his fingers in deep. It was all she could do not to cry out in frustration when he finally withdrew them, removing the gloves at the same time. Trembling, she blinked in passive terror as he held up an almost empty bottle of beer, shaking it slightly in front of her. He grinned at her distress and asked, "Ever had a beer enema, little brat?"
She flinched, her voice a dry whisper when she answered, "No Sir."
He laughed and shook his head, lifting the beer in a mock salute before finishing it.