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For days afterward Tory’s ruined asshole pulsed and trilled with the memory of how the two women had reamed her out. Her feelings were a mixture she couldn’t sort out. Part of her recalled the pain and lowness of submitting to both Sam and Amanda, letting them do whatever they wanted to her, being forced to agree with whatever dirty word she was called by them. Another part remembered the masterful orgasms it had given her—how she had come over and over again, because they called her a slut and she was acting the part.

And the longer she went without more of the incredible anal fucking they’d given her, the more the part that hungered for that delicious memory grew and grew.

Tory started work for the LaRussos as the family maid. And the moment Daniel left for work, Tory started her real job—in Sam’s bedroom.

“Can’t—take—so much—so good—Sam! I can’t—can’t… aggghhhh!”

“Not long now, Tory. Almost there, I can feel it. Shit, Tory, holy shit!”

Sam corkscrewed her dildo up inside Tory, her bitch, her lover, her maid. She stopped, then started again, pushing deep into her, then transition to fast, short jabs. Tory came again and again, a chain reaction of orgasm and strap-on thrusts.

The bedsprings squealed with Sam pounding Tory, taking her fingers away from Tory’s seething cunt and fondling her breasts instead. Leaning over her back and moving just her hips. Slamming into Tory’s bowels, again and again.

Then Sam climaxed, a long slow sigh of enjoyment, her face slowing with delight. Tory moaned, feeling the strap-on stop for the first time in an eternity, buried all the way in her rectum. Sam kept rolling her hips, the dildo’s motion now tingling and turning, not moving in and out, but at all times making Tory remember just how impaled she was by her dominant master.

It was the most supreme pleasure Tory had ever felt.

Sam remembered her mother’s words on spoiling Tory. Too much cock was bad for her. As addicted as she was to being strap-on fucked, Tory needed to know that she was a piece of property and she got fucked when her mistress wanted to use her—not at any other time. So she pulled out of her slowly.

Tory winced and groaned in disappointment as Sam took away her shaft. The brunette collapsed on the bed, holding her aching cunt and panting for breath—it was like the grind of her pussy against the base of the dildo had worn her raw. Tory ran her hand over Sam’s supple chest, laying her head on it and listening as Sam’s speeding heartbeat slowed from the ecstasy of dominating Tory’s ass.

“God,” was all Sam could think to say.

“Well, my poor ass is back to being sore as hell,” Tory griped, smiling weakly. “But it’s worth it. That was insane, babe. Just totally fucking sweet.”

“Mistress,” Sam reminded her, putting an arm around Tory. “Not babe.”

Tory reached down to pet Sam’s pubic thatch, damp with sweat and juice and the Vaseline they’d used to lube Tory up. “Mistress Babe.”

They both giggled.

***

The next day, Sam couldn’t wait for her father to leave. The moment he was in the shower, she found Tory, cleaning out the microwave. Sam gritted her teeth, wishing they could dress Tory up like a French maid instead of some Russian immigrant in jeans and rubber gloves. But no matter what Tory wore to keep her good clothes from getting dirty, there was no hiding how good that fat ass was. It practically called to Sam, bulging through her ragged jeans. Through a wear in them, Sam could see the panties Tory wore, and there were stretched taut by how big and round her hips were.

Taking one last listen to the running shower, she came up behind Tory and gave that delectable ass a squeeze. “Guess where you’re getting fucked today?” Sam asked.

Tory’s eyes widened. “My pocketbook. Since I’m taking ten bucks an hour to clean up this pigsty and throwing in my ass for free—you know how much I could make on OnlyFans?”

Sam scoffed. “I’m the only fan you need.”

She reached over to a nearby counter, taking the glass off a stick of butter, then pinching some off the end. Next, her fingers dipped down the back of Tory’s jeans. She smeared the butter inside the crack of Tory’s ass, rubbing it into Tory’s puckered anus as she fondled her buttocks.

“Gonna fuck this hole so soon,” Sam moaned.

“You could always fuck my pussy for a change of pace,” Tory suggested. “Not be a total perv freak.”

Sam thrust a fingertip past her sphincter. “The real freak is anyone who doesn’t want to fuck this tight little asshole. Even you can’t get enough of having a dick inside it.”

Tory bit the inside of her cheek. Fuck, why did it have to feel so good when Sam bullied her? It was like foreplay—especially when, without fail, she ended up bent over something with a strap-on up her ass. “If you had a dick, I bet it would be about the size of that finger…”

“And you’d come like a slut with it in your ass, wouldn’t you?” Sam demanded, forcing her entire finger into Tory’s hole, churning it around in her rectum.

“I’d come harder if you did my pussy.”

“Liar. Anal whores like you come from getting fucked in the ass. You might breathe a little heavy with a dick in your cunt, but what really makes you go off is getting sodomized, isn’t it?”

Tory gritted her teeth—too far gone to keep up the argument. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“You guess?” Sam repeated. “Is my dirty little fucktoy disagreeing with me?”

“No, mistress,” Tory breathed, clinging to Sam now as her ass was truly fucked, even if it was only by her finger.

“You gonna come now?” Sam teased her. “Come from getting ass-fucked?”

“Yes, mistress.”

Sam clicked her tongue in mocking disapproval. “And just with one little finger in your ass. You really are a slut.”

“Your slut, mistress,” Tory purred, now totally giving in to the rich delight of being sodomized.

“Don’t know if I want you,” Sam taunted. “Just your fat ass—that’s enough for me. Your face is okay, but I’d much rather see you bent over, letting me into that hot little hole you’ve got. And coming hard, of course. I love the way you come when you’re getting it up the ass.”

Tory’s eyelids flickered. The LaRusso women were insane. It was true that, so far, her most intense orgasms had been anal—not self-inflicted, not in her pussy, not even from being eaten out. But she still didn’t get why Sam especially was so addicted to ass-fucking. And Amanda liked it too, though clearly she was backing off to let Sam enjoy herself. Did it run in the family, maybe?”

A tremor ran through Tory’s body as Sam kissed her breasts and fingered her ass. Suddenly she wanted to be fucked. And none of the desire was in her cunt. It was all tingling around Sam’s finger, wanting even more of it, wanting it even harder. She wanted to be an anal whore.

Breathing hard, growing wetter, Tory wiggled her ass around Sam’s finger. She pushed her breasts up into Sam’s face and got some of them into her mouth—she was hardly aware when Sam unzipped her pants, took out her strap-on, and guided it against Tory’s groin.

“Put me in,” she told her.

“Yes, mistress,” Tory panted, unzipping herself quickly, drawing her panties out of the way, then pulled Sam’s strap-on to her waiting cunt.

In a second Tory’s hungry sex was filled with strap-on cock. Sam kept fingering her asshole, while pulling Tory into her lap, sitting down on a wine fridge. Tory dutifully bounced on top of Sam, fucking herself while Sam took care of her anal fetish. With the strap-on deep inside her, she rolled her hips rhythmically. She was filled with the sensation of being fucked, totally surrendered to whatever Sam wanted her to do.

“Yes, mistress, yes!” she whined, her long blonde hair flying about her shoulders. “Fuck me, mistress, fuck me, mistress, fuck me…!”

“Your cunt isn’t so bad,” Sam breathed, her own voice heavy with lust. “If it weren’t for how great it is to fuck your ass, I’d be in your pussy all the time. But in a minute, this dick is going in your ass.”

“Yes, mistress, I want it!”

“Doesn’t matter what you want, babe, you’re going to get it and you’re going to take it and you’re going to like it, even if I leave your ass a fucking crater when I’m done with it!”

Sam thrust her finger even harder into Tory’s ass. The blonde bent down and kissed her. Her soft lips were as submissive as the rest of her body.

Ever since Sam and her mom had double-teamed Tory, she’d learned the pleasure that came from being passive. She would’ve called it submissive, only submission was an active choice. The only choice Tory really made was letting herself be ravaged. And enjoying it, of course.

She let Sam and Amanda do whatever they wanted to her. She loved the orgasms and the kinky feel of dominance too much to argue. There was no old grudge or crack to her frail ego that got her so wound up she couldn’t enjoy being an anal slut. Getting room and board to go with her dominated anal orgasms was nice too. In fact, she liked so many things about being Sam’s cockholster that Tory thought she might just like her, period.

“I’m in all your holes,” Sam breathed, before plunging her tongue into Tory’s mouth and making it true.

The next time it wasn’t true, Tory said “All my holes are yours, mistress,” for no reason she could think of.

Sam’s dildo was hilted in her pussy, finger buried in her ass, tongue whipping around in her mouth. Tory’s body was so sensitive with all the stimulation that every nerve ending seemed to throb.

Grunting, Sam hoisted her hips up and thrust herself forcibly into Tory’s clenching pussy. Tory fucked back as best she could, loving the feel of Sam’s leather harness pressed against her pillowy ass. Sam took a hand off of Tory’s ass to fondle her breasts. Tory missed having her ass groped, but she loved the feel of her tits being caressed.

“Give it to me!” she cried.

“I’ll give it to you in the ass!” Sam threatened. Promised.

“Yes! Yes! Put it in my ass!”

Tory lifted herself off Sam’s cock, then moved so it was at her anus, Sam’s hand on her waist guiding her, making sure she didn’t end up anywhere but with her ass wrapped around the strap-on. In a moment, she’d lowered herself back down onto the strap-on. It was in her, in her ass, and she shuddered at the first bolt of pain, but sank down regardless.

“I’m gonna come so soon!” Tory moaned.

“Then come! Show me what a slutty anal bitch you are!” Sam cried passionately.

“I will, mistress! I’ll come from feeling you fuck my ass!”

Tory gyrated her hips, pumping up and down while Sam rammed up into her. She filled Tory’s tight asshole with strap-on, a wild thrusting that was more than Tory could bear. Truly overcome, in the throes of her addiction to domineering anal sex, Tory rubbed her clit until she got off for her mistress.

Sam grasped Tory’s hips, holding her down on her strap-on, keeping her from falling—keeping Tory riding her dick. The blonde rode like a bronco until Sam boiled over. As her climaxing sex clenched, Sam thrust a finger into Tory’s cunt. Tory smiled gratefully.

“Oh mistress, you always fuck me so good…”

Their lips met in a tender kiss that made sure all Tory’s holes were filled as she came. Then, after both their tongues were seared, Sam slipped her dildo out of Tory’s ass.

Sam felt a note of panic when she felt someone watching them, but turning her head, she saw that it was only her mother. “Isn’t it a little early in the day for ass-fucking?” Amanda asked, concerned.

“You know how it is with Tory,” Sam said, fixing up her appearance. “She needs as much as she can get!”

“I think she needs to actually clean this kitchen so your father doesn’t wonder what she’s really doing here. And you could wait for him to actually leave the house, you know. He could be taking the longest shower in the world and he’d still notice if Tory had her usual roaring orgasm…”

“Yes, mom,” Sam drawled in laconic agreement. But she was already thinking of how she’d fuck Tory’s ass next time…