August 2022 Drabble#1 (Patreon)

Angela/Soldier76 – ruined orgasm; anal whore; pain kink; rude Soldier – Soldier is mean and puts Angela through her paces. She loooves that shit.

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The more the pressure on her rim increases, the louder Angela gets until Jack’s hand slams down on her ass in a resounding slap and he pulls a bit harder on her hair.

“Hold your breath,” he grits between clenched teeth.

The sudden sting of pain has cut her sounds off as if sliced with a hot knife. Once his words penetrate the horny fog in her head, she pulls in a comically large breath, almost louder than her wailing from before until she holds it.

“Finally,” he mutters, eyes moving back down to her ass. It’s been distracting him a lot more lately; the longer he goes without shooting his load, the fatter it looks to him when they’re out on the battlefield and Angela is wearing her tight suit that tends to ride up in her crotch and give them all a show of her pudgy cunt.

It’s just that he’s not interested in her pussy. Never really has. He uses it every once in a while when he wants to be especially mean to her because he knows she’s not interested in getting it filled.

No, what Angela craves is the stretch of her swollen donut. She loves taking a fat pipe and getting reamed like the little anal whore that she is. It’s why they fit together so well. No strings attached sex has always been Jack’s favorite…

Her asshole is a thing of wonders. He’s never met a slut whose backdoor was both so goddamn sloppy and yet so tight, always putting up a resistance the first time he force feeds her his dick, but becoming velvet soft after the first few punishing thrusts.

She’s got an ass like a fucking horse. It’s a thing of wonders. He keeps trying to figure out whether her swollen donut can be seen through her clothes just the way her plump pussy can.

Jack grunts when he finally manages to pop his glans into her body, her rim holding him in a tight vice. The intrusion does not get past her. Angela’s breath stutters out of her in a series of weird sounding, near-piggish grunts. Her elbows want to give in a few times while she tries to push herself onto his cock further.

Trying to be sneaky about it or something. She’s already panting with her tongue lolling out and he hasn’t even started putting her through her paces yet.

“Come on… come on, you don’t get to come without permission,” he rasps, pulling on her hair again to try and get her back up on all fours. When that doesn’t seem to work and he can feel the first telltale signs of her orgasm, rim pulsing spastically around him, he curls his other arm around her, palm slapping against her wet pussy.

While she is a pain slut, the sudden harsh stimulation when she’s been so, so close acts like a bucket of cold water. She gasps like a fish, kneeling on all fours, rigid and unhappy that her delicious orgasm has suddenly slipped right through her fingers.

Jack grins, though it is more a baring of teeth.

“There you go, pony. I want to ride you properly before you get your sugar.”