Pain Freak finale (Patreon)

Sarah wanted to drain Cannon’s cock, to get out of him all the seething load that made him so potent and know she had taken everything he had to give. To feel his warm, sticky flood fill up her ass until the cum marked the half-moons of her buttocks the same way it had her mons.

She had never gotten it in the ass before. Whenever one of her few lovers had suggested it, she’d talked her way around it. Cannon was the only one she would let have her there but—he never pressed for that. Being gentle with her. Treating Sarah like the soft, innocent thing she was… instead of getting everything he wanted out of her, the way Sarah had Diane. The way Sarah now wanted for herself.

Tonight, though, Sarah regretted never experimenting with Cannon before… depriving herself of this wild pain-pleasure she was now wallowing in. She savored every second of the ecstatic torture he was inflicting on her. Writhing, Sarah tightly clenched her asscheeks, intensifying the masochistic thrill of being ravaged where she’d been a virgin up until now.

No amount of chastity mattered now, nothing mattered as much as this long, hard feast of male flesh given to her ill-prepared body. She wanted even more. She wanted Cannon’s hot load and the wanton rapture it would bring her to receive it. Sarah needed to feel its scalding heat flooding her colon, an unending river of life-giving seed pumping into the taboo space that was only a perverted parody of where it was meant to go. It would slosh into her belly, its liquid heat running out the pores of her naked body in a glow of wicked delight.

Cannon didn’t let her fantasies go unfulfilled. He released a hard grunt as he rammed his massive cock deep, deep into Sarah’s already well-used bowels. As the outcry echoed in her ears, Sarah felt the explosion of her own climax sweeping over her. There was an agonized moan as it reached her lips.

“AAGGGHHH! GOD, yes! Ahhh!” she howled, her savage cries filling the dark room and reverberating off the walls. Cannon’s wildly jerking prick swelled as if to stretch her anus into the gaping hole he clearly wanted it to be. Then it blasted its white-hot cream deep into Sarah’s roiling anus.

His cum covered the inside of her bowels with coat after coat of heated white. Rolling out of her ravenously puckered sphincter to stream between her quivering thighs, soaking Cannon’s balls when they slapped into the sopping wet cleft between Sarah’s legs. The oozing fluid caught in the wiry hairs of his testicles, clinging to them as well as the pubic thatch hiding the glistening lips of Sarah’s labia.

Violent quivers lashed Sarah’s naked body as her climax mounted, crested, then grew even stronger with the potent load of boiling semen filling her ass. “I’M COMING!” she wailed. “Oh God, fuck me like a whore, it’s making me come!”

Even after Cannon had slipped his cock from Sarah’s ferociously sucking asshole, she kept up her frenzied assault on Diane’s ass, orgasming intensely with Diane’s soft body trembling under her and her cries of pained bliss ringing in all their ears.

By the time Sarah’s climax was done, Diane had fainted.

Sighing in resignation that she was out of people to fuck, Sarah slid the massive dildo out of Diane’s hole. Her victim moaned and stirred softly, hips still jerking in pleasured convulsions. Sarah left the harness on while she pulled the covers over herself.

Cannon groaned and picked himself up off the bed. He staggered away to collapse to sleep by himself. He knew he’d have to rest alone if he wanted to spend any time with his eyes closed.

And though she was exhausted, Sarah did lay awake, looking into the darkness with her thoughts turned too far inward for her to notice it. It was evident that Diane would do anything now to please her. And tomorrow, she would take advantage of that—initiating Diane into a world of profitable decadence.

The teachers were out there, waiting for her: on the streets and in bars and in the lobbies of cheap hotels. There were truck stops and sex shops and massage parlors and all sorts of places where Diane’s needs could be turned to Sarah’s benefit.

But Sarah wouldn’t be a pimp. Oh no. First and foremost in her mind was keeping Diane pristine for her own use. She wouldn’t sell Diane to any rough clients, anyone who’d mistreat her. Only Sarah got to punish her. As nice as the cash would be, the real treat would be the intoxicating taste of debauchery Diane would get from being bought and sold. Sarah knew it would turn the girl into a real wildcat for her and Cannon.

There was no turning back for Cannon either. He was part of this ménage a trois and Sarah was glad of it. As much as she liked dominating Diane, she wouldn’t be complete without someone to take control of her, and give her the kind of sweet, passionate mastery that Diane was lucky enough to get from her.

With the two of them, Sarah had everything she wanted: man and woman, master and willing victim, all of them infatuated with her, eager to indulge her body for one reason or another. It was going to be an interesting arrangement—almost too much for Sarah’s amateur skills to handle. But Sarah knew she’d pull it off. This was only the beginning of what they’d do together.

Her satiated mind coming to a rest, Sarah went to sleep with an anticipatory smile on her plump lips.