Chapter 3

Morning 2

“Sit on it, Martha.” I gave her ass a swat. “I fucked your pussy last night. I want your ass this morning.” Robin’s mom pouted but she swung her leg over me and began to press down on my cock, facing my feet. I grabbed my shaft and pointed it at her star.

“Oh God, Bill. It’s so fuckin’ big.” She kept pushing down. “It won’t go in. It won’t ... AHH!” She tried to stifle her scream of pain as the big head of my prick spread her sphincter. I felt the warmth of her rectum and the extreme tightness gripping me.

My hands grasped her hips. “Lower, bitch. Keep going.”

“No! Oh God. It’s splitting me in two. Isn’t that ... FUCK! I want it so bad. Stop! Let me catch my breath.” I kept pulling on her pelvis. She lowered her squat another inch. “You big cocked bastard. You’re going to ruin me. How can I sit when...”

I pulled on her again and surged up at the same time. I was only moving in an inch at a time.

I shifted my hands and moved to her knees. I pulled on them and her feet left the bed. Now she was sitting on my shaft, and the only thing that kept her from being impaled was ... nothing. The tightness of her ass on my cock was keeping her up.

I sat up, and wrapped my arms up under her knees and grabbed the back of her neck. She dropped another 2 inches, and I felt her ass cheeks kiss my pelvis.

“Hold your knees up, bitch!” She did, and I released her legs and slapped her cunt. I used both hands and SLAPPED her cunt over and over and over. She started to scream but then passed out. She went completely limp, so I rolled her over and kept my cock in her ass.

She wasn’t limp in her ass, and she was still tight. I jackhammered her ass a few times until I could feel it start. You know the feeling. It starts at the base of your spine and the spasm doesn’t stop. Eventually, the cum spurts into the bitch’s ass.

I softened, wiped my sloppy dick on her ass, rolled over to a dry spot, and closed my eyes. In about half an hour, the alarm went off and Marty groaned awake. She saw me looking at her. “Want more, slave?”

“Please, Master. No. I can hardly walk as it is.” She staggered to the bathroom and I could hear the water running. I went back to sleep.

Half an hour later she came back into the bedroom. I was awake and watched her dress in her oh-so-conservative business suit. She poured herself a half-glass of vodka and lit herself a cigarette.

“That shit will kill you.” I told her what she already knew. She was a functioning alcoholic – worse since her husband had died.

“Your prick is going to kill me. I can’t shut the hole in my ass that your damn cock beat into me,” she complained. “Do you have to be so rough?”

“My bitch will do what I want her to do,” was my simple reply.

“If I didn’t need you so much, I’d kill you and pickle it,” she said as she walked out the door.

Ten minutes later I heard her car leaving. Eleven minutes from her exit, a naked little cheerleader opened the door and said “Good morning, master.” She’d tied her hair into twin braids that came to below her shoulder blades. “How can your slave serve you this morning?” She dropped gracefully to her knees.

I sat up in bed. “Show me your ass, slave.”

She crawled forward, then turned around. She put her face to the carpet and showed it to me. “It’s still there, Master. I took it out when I went, this morning. Then I cleaned me out and then washed it and put it back. I knew you’d want it in me. Don’t turn it on, please, Master. It’s so uncomfortable.”

“Come up on the bed, slave. I haven’t washed myself since I fucked your mother. I might want to have you clean it.” I slid the covers back.

She assumed a position between my legs and looked at me. I reached over to my pants on the floor beside the bed. I pulled the remote from the pocket and pushed the button. The faint buzz from her ass told me the electric shock was still working inside her rectum.

“It is uncomfortable for you, slave?”

“Oh ... YES, sir. It is.”

I turned the dial from 1 to 3. The shock increased. “Do I care what is uncomfortable for you, bitch?”

“AHH ... No, M-master.”

I turned off the electric ass plug. Her posture relaxed. I slapped her smartly on the left side of her face. “Why do I do it then, slave?”

“To prepare my ass for when you sodomize me, Master.”

I backhanded her on the right side. “No, slave. It is small, it will only open you a half inch. And ‘sodomize’ is not what I will do to your ass. What will I do, slave?”

“You will assfuck me, Master.”

“Correct. Now, why did I put the electric shocker in your ass?”

“To teach me something, Master.”

I pushed the button, setting 1, for a second. She jerked briefly. “And what do I want you to learn, slave?”

“To ... um ... to accept whatever you want to do to me, Master?”

“Very good, little girl. Very good. Now, roll over on your back, rest your head on my thigh. Raise your legs in the air.” I waited while she followed directions.

“Time to learn about posture, slave. Straighten your legs. Now look at them. Don’t you have beautiful legs, slave?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Now point your toes. See how it makes your leg muscles move? They are much more attractive than when your toes are pointed toward your chin.” She moved her toes up and then pointed them.

“I suppose so, sir.”

“From now on, you will ALWAYS point your toes when you are serving me sexually. ALWAYS, slave. Do you understand?”

“Uh huh.”

I pushed the button activating the electricity. Her body jerked and her feet unclenched. “What did you say? And POINT your FUCKING TOES.” I twisted the dial up to 5 then turned if off.

“AAHHH. YES, sir. I understand, Master.” She pointed her toes. Her legs were almost stiff, and pointed at the ceiling.

I squirmed out from under her and walked around the bed, my hardcock bouncing ridiculously. She reached up behind her and propped her head up to watch.

“Spread your legs, slave.” She did so. “Bend your knees and hold them open, bitch. Keep your toes pointed.” She did as I asked. “Wider, bitch. I want to see your cunt. As wide as you can.”

I slapped her cunt. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. I pushed the button on my cell phone. I did a SLAP, SLAP and took another photo. “Think of it as a cunt selfie, little girl.”