How I became The Volleyball Team's Slut - Part 7 - Sex Stories

How I became The Volleyball Team's Slut - Part 7

... of me stood Samantha with a thick strap on around her waist, glaring down angrily at me. Before my eyes could further adjust, she forced me onto my stomach, my ass in the air. I try to fight back, but she was surprisingly strong. “I am going to teach you, my little whore. I am going to fuck you until you apologize and learn your place with me.” The butt plug was quickly ripped out of my ass with a pop. My ass hole gaped to the sky, demanding to be filled. Samantha did not keep it waiting. After she pulled my arms behind my back, she gave my ass cheeks a few strong slaps. Every time her hand came in contact, another moan escaped my lips. “Do you have anything to say, slut?” the bitch demanded. I simply grunted in return, and for my disobedience I felt a large presence press against my tight anus. The large dildo was thrust into me so violently I screamed in mixed pain and ecstasy. My asshole was stretched to its limits to accommodate the wide girth. Samantha then began to pull out and slam back in. Again and again, harder and harder, relentlessly she abused my ass. She added her bare hand to my fiery butt cheeks to add to the pain. My moans of pain and pleasure mixed with Samantha’s grunts and thrusts. My anus couldn’t take such an intense abuse; I began to beg for her to pull it out, for her to stop. Her thrusts slowed for a moment. “Have you learned your lesson my dirty little slut? You are mine and will be as long as we share a room. I will fuck you wherever and whenever, ...

... and with whoever I want. Is that understood, slut?” I could barely think, the pain in my anus mixed with my pussy spasming in delight caused me to answer without thought. “Yes, whatever you want, yes!!” I moaned. Loudly. Unrestrained. Anything for her to put away that wretched strap on. She did exactly that, but she did something entirely unexpected. “What did you say my pet? You didn’t call me mistress again, and you didn’t apologize properly. I think this dildo is too good for you.” My ass hole felt a mile wide, ready to accept anything as she pulled out. Quickly as it left me, her hand was shoved into my pussy, wrist deep. I moaned, I screamed, I begged. I could feel her hand curling against my inner walls driving me madly into an orgasm. “I’m sorry mistress, I’m sorry, I’m yours, for anything, just take your hand out of my pussy, ahhhh!” My pleas echoed off the walls, going unheard. Her fist pumped in and out of me, make a loud slopping sound with every pass. My hips bucked backwards in an awkward fashion as my pussy gripped Samantha’s hand. Somehow the abuse had me on the brink of another orgasm, filling me completely. Sam left me gasping for breath on the bed, covered in my own sweat and cum. The ropes were gone, so were the blind fold, the gag and the various toys she had to use to fuck me. I lay there enjoying a moment of quiet after another day of sexual stimulation. I glanced over at the time. It read 4:30, I still had half an hour of rest before it was Cassie and ...