You squirm in her grasp. "Mm!" you manage to whine in a very... ass-y fashion, struggling against her hands, trying to communicate your plight... but you're met only with her giggling as she looks down at your form, before picking up her phone, and snapping a pic. You freeze-- she takes another picture as you go still, a selfie of the two of you-- before she drops the phone again and snatches you up. "Ooh, someone's a naughty, cute, sexy, little bottom today. So horny after last night. Hehe. I love it when you get like this!" she teases you as she squeezes you against her soft tits, a pair of boobs that you can never, ever play with again as long as you're... this...
She takes you into the bedroom, and you feel a mounting horror, because you realize just what's in store for you-- the only way to communicate your discomfort to her is with some kind of frantic squirming...
She giggles. "Ooh! Heheh! A bit frisky this morning, aren't we?"
No! Nononononono, that's the wrong message--
But it's too late. She's got a wicked grin on her lips, and your heart skips a beat at the sight of it. She throws you down on the bed, and you land, helpless, with a 'plop,' and she begins to peel down her panties. Her pussy glistens at you, already wet from all of her dirty talk-- from you-- and you see the flurry of emotions dancing through her eyes, from horny, to sweet, to perverted, and then she says... "Ooh. Maybe you need some morning discipline to get you in order. What do you think?"
She reaches into her nightstand and pulls out...
She pulls out the fucking monster strapon she loves to pound your poor butt into next week with.
And then she steps into it, buckling it against her pussy as it clings to her skin, a massive cock that protrudes out from her waist as her fingers flex on the air. She turns it, looking down at it...
...before looking at you with a devilish glint in her eyes.
You want to squirm. You want to flee. You want to say 'no,' and yet the word won't come out. The truth is... your holes are tingling at the thought of that thing being rammed in, the memory of how good she feels when she rearranges your guts with that thing, pounding you like you're a living onahole. You're frozen as she steps toward you, grabs your ass in one hand, and guides herself with the other, until her thick head presses against the entrance to your anal rose.
You mewl in panic. She squeezes your cheek, rubbing herself against you.
"Don't worry. I'm sure you can take it like a champ," she assures you... as she thrusts the first couple inches of her thick cock into your tight hole, and your body writhes around it like the hungry whore you've become. "Agh... mmm. You always take it so well..." she whispers in appreciation. "Good bottom," she teases, as her cock throbs against your tight walls, your asshole clutching her hungrily...
And she starts to thrust, pulling your cheeks apart so she can see herself entering you, stretching you wider, until her shaft is plunging all the way into your depths, making you shudder in a combination of pleasure, pain, and panic.
You can't even talk to her as she starts to fuck you-- she doesn't even seem to think this is abnormal at all. Her hips meet your cheeks and the slap resounds through the room with your ass making a loud 'pap' with every thrust. Her breathing starts to go heavy as her pussy clenches the strap-on tightly, the dildo vibrating against her clit... and the whole thing is shaking through your ass as your entire body jiggles to the beat of her hips, like a human fleshlight...
"Mmf... Ahhh... so... good..." she breathes out, and she leans over you, her hips still smacking your cheeks, but she plants a hand on either side of your cheeks and bends down, looking up at your eyes, staring you down with a mixture of horniness and sweet, sweet love. Your heart throbs, even as your hole is rammed. She whispers. "You're so sexy. I love you," she says, and then her hips pick up speed. "So, so, sooo sexyyy..."
You whimper helplessly, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. You don't even know how she can see it as a human expression of emotion and not an expression of sexual ecstacy... because as you feel your pleasure rise, you can't even fight it back-- she's fucking you too good, pounding too hard, making you moan and squirm in ways that can't possibly be anything but sexy. You feel yourself tighten on her, as if she could somehow thrust any harder. Your cheeks squeeze her cock, and your asshole clenches the tip, massaging it, and then it starts to twitch--
You start to cum. Your body writhes as she keeps on ploughing your tight asshole, fucking you through your climax, as your ass grips her tight and makes you both cum hard together... and the shame and the ecstacy makes you sob as you cry out in a sound that is completely incoherent to you-- and her.
You lie there, shuddering in the wake of the hardest climax of your life, your entire body tingling as your girlfriend slowly, finally slows to a stop. She breathes heavily as she admires your wrecked asshole. "Ahh... that was so hot..." she says, stroking her hands over your cheeks. "I'll let you recuperate while I shower and make us some breakfast. Sound good, honeybun?"
She pats you on the rump, and you shudder again as the afterglow washes over you... but slowly, a creeping sense of shame takes over. She can't seriously... enjoy this as much as she did, can she? Does she seriously love fucking your asshole this much, that it makes up for you being just an ass?