The Spy Who Loved Pussy 5 (Patreon)

Imadam forced her way back to her usual blustering self, sure she would be able to deal with this strange upstart her nephew had become. “How dare you speak to me that way!” she said, rolling over again.

But she only exposed herself to Alex, who slapped her across the face three times in rapid succession before bodily thrusting her back down onto her belly.

“No, don’t!” Imadam whimpered now, unused to the sudden cacophony of violent lust Alex had brought to bear on her. It was enough to make her cry.

Her plump ass stuck up into the air. Alex smacked it hard with his right hand.

“OOOOWWWW!” Imadam screeched in protest, now as utterly humiliated as she was in pain.

Alex clenched his teeth in a quiet fury of frothing lust. Even with his forced calm, his face was beet-red. The mere sight of it intimidated Imadam into not daring to move from where he’d placed her. “Admit it, Imadam. You’re a goddamn cum-slut. You got off on every taste you had of this teenage cock. Don’t try to deny it; you couldn’t control yourself. Not when there was a hard cock around for you to fuck yourself with.”

“Y-yes… I admit it,” Imadam confessed tearfully. “I, I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted it so bad. I didn’t just want to fuck you—I wanted to taste your big cock!”

Imadam’s words aroused Alex savagely. They aroused Imadam herself as well. “You acted like a slut, ‘auntie’. Is that because you wanted to be treated like a slut?”

Imadam panted. She had never been faced with an expression like the one she saw Alex wearing. He looked like he was possessed by something, something more powerful than either of them. His eyes burned with cold anger and hot lust.

She felt her pussy moistening at the combination; she didn’t know if he was going to punish her or pleasure her and, at the moment, she didn’t much care. Imadam had always wanted Alex’s father to look at her that way, but had never been able to provoke the reaction from him. Now it was hers at last. She didn’t know if she could handle it.

“I… it doesn’t matter what I want,” Imadam gasped. “I deserve to be treated like a slut.”

Alex smiled through his anger, though it looked like a further manifestation of his rage. Burning colder and colder until it was as finely honed as a scalpel. Imadam knew she was in for much more than slaps and spankings now. He was truly going to break her.

“You thought to teach me? You little whore. I’m going to show you what a slut like you deserves!”

“Be gentle!” Imadam begged tearfully, like a young virgin on her wedding night. She didn’t truly want anything less than the full brunt of Alex’s lust for her, but begging for mercy was the best way she knew to show she was submitting to him. “Please don’t fuck me too hard… you’ll ruin me if you fuck me too hard!”

Alex grinned ferociously. “What does it matter if you’re ruined? This is the only cock that’s ever going to be in your pussy again. And if you want it even one time more, you’d better show it the respect it’s due. Spread your cheeks. I don’t want my dick tasting of that rancid cunt of yours.”

Imadam gasped at his fragrant disregard for her. Then she did as she was told, moving slowly, unsurely, with tears welling in her eyes. There was no escape. There was only the rigid prick of her nephew, and she knew exactly how big it was. How it quaked with anticipation for the salacious assault it was about to launch.

“I’m an anal virgin,” Imadam whimpered breathlessly.

“Auntie, you’re a lot of things, but that isn’t one of them anymore.” Alex placed the knob of his engorged cock at Imadam’s asshole. He pushed and buffeted against her naked, defenseless opening.

Imadam tried to suppress the thought of what was happening to her, but the realization of what Alex was doing forced itself upon her far ahead of his hardened manhood. He was going to sink its swollen length all the way into her rectum. How could she take it? It would tear her in half; the pain would drive her mad!

Her dazed thoughts ran to her sister. Imadam tried to imagine this sort of animalistic penetration happening to her—a look of debased pleasure on her triplet’s face. She shuddered in a kind of excited repulsion and with that shiver, her tiny puckered anus brushed against the end of Alex’s rock-hard erection. The contact electrified her with the undeniable reality of her shameful circumstances.

Tears flowed from her eyes to burn on her cheeks. She started to sob, lowly keening, and struggled weakly to pull herself out of Alex’s cruel grip.

“Quiet down and hold still!” Alex hissed to her; Imadam forced a stop to the convulsing of her body.

With a sudden, vicious pounce, Alex tried to push his way into her tightly knotted sphincter. But it wouldn’t yield. His cock was too big. It pressed harshly into the resolute pucker and Alex cursed softly at the tantalizing nearness of the penetration while her asshole still kept his oversized cock outside.

Imadam shook, knowing there was no escape from the depravity that she was about to be a part of. She clenched her eyes shut, trying not to think. For the very first time in her life, she was desperately afraid and she quaked with the terror of being overpowered. It was so much more overwhelming than even her crescendo had been when she’d been calling the shots. She didn’t know if she was ready for the intensity of even the preliminaries to this act.

Her face went numb from being pressed down into the tile. Her body ached from cramped awkwardness of her pose. For a moment, Imadam had been relieved that Alex had failed to pierce into her. But now she knew that he would try again and what she’d felt would be even more immense with his success.

“AAARRGGHHH! OH GOD, MY ASS!” A blinding pain shot up her spine. She felt an actual pop and then he was in. Inside her ass. Fucking it like it were an orifice that could actually accommodate his phallic bulk.

The sudden pain stole her breath away. Imadam felt her opening being stretched—and that same tension pressing its way into her tunnel, groping deeper and deeper into her bowels. As if someone were plugging up her anal canal with a giant cork.

Alex himself was surprised with the virginal tightness of Imadam’s asshole. He hadn’t expected his entry to be so difficult. His anger stayed at a cool, steady ebb, half-feigned to shock Imadam into compliance, but his patience was steadily draining away.

His hardened member demanded satisfaction and that demand became a fiery need by the time he finally manage to lodge himself within Imadam’s tight circle. Lust-maddened, he lunged forward, sinking all he could of his enormous length into that tiny, tormented hole.

“UUUNNNNHHHH! NO, NO! IT’S TOO MUCH! ALEX!”

Imadam’s bucked and jerked as if Alex’s cock wasn’t impaled within her, as if she could still try to sheath it properly inside her rectum. The savage pain gave her new strength, but her twists and gyrations were still in vain. She couldn’t rid herself of how brutally she’d been sodomized, only slow Alex down.

He stilled himself inside her and let her writhe, Imadam inadvertently fucking herself more thoroughly on his skewering prick. He grinned leeringly and when she began to slow, to let the pain die down, he buried himself even further in her defenseless passage. Taking up unmerciful space in almost all of her once unused rectum.

Maddening pain wracked Imadam’s flesh. She stiffened too much even to let out the rasping sobs from the insistent sensation flaring up and down Alex’s impalement of her. She was hopelessly caught on his demanding erection; the pain high-pitched, fluttering at the upper reaches of her senses, shooting out from the angry throbbing of her violated anus until the heat reached even those nerves dedicated to pleasure.

Alex pulled at her hips with remorseless fervor, dragging her onto his flexing loins, inching his way even deeper into her laggardly resisting hole. His aunt thrashed desperately, trying to pull her parted asscheeks clear of their granite-hard intrusion, but her struggles only helped him in driving himself deeper.

The stiffened girth of his lust-crazed prick stretched her tender sphincter until its helpless clutching of his width seemed to beg for mercy. And still there was more of his endowment to feed into her reluctantly accepting space.

“Alex, Alex, I can’t stand it—I can’t, can’t take it!” Imadam sobbed piteously. She still didn’t have the mental resources, in her pain-ridden state, to realize her pleas were meaningless. He alone would decide what she could and couldn’t take.

But she was right to know that he was the one who could put an end to her suffering. Imadam just needed to realize that he’d gone in knowing exactly what his aunt would receive. There was no reason to make a new decision.

Alex gritted his teeth and, with a final mean grunt, buried the full length of his bestial erection between Imadam’s splayed buttocks. All of him, every last inch of his endowment, was now engaged in brutalizing her anal passage. It was all his; the tortured ecstasy Imadam felt was exactly what he wanted her to feel.

Alex relished for a moment of sumptuous hesitation. He enjoyed how tightly his aunt’s asshole wound around his deeply embedded manhood, how it throbbed all the way around his cruel yet tender flesh. The heat of her fuming sensations boring into his hypersensitive erection so sharply that the pleasure he took was tinged with some of the pain she experienced. Then—slowly, abrasively—he brought himself out of her.

His withdrawal brought moans anew from his tormented lover; she whimpered with fresh pain until only his engorged knob still remained enfolded by the clinging portal of her asshole. Then, closing his eyes once more in delicious savoring, Alex rammed himself right back into his occupied territory, through a gateway that felt forever stretched and deep into his newly taken possession.

Not stopping until he felt the smooth, buttery cheeks of her ass settle against his swollen balls. Then he sawed his way back out and back in, sinking every inch into her tortured depths and then relieving her of all that length save his tip. The motion of it got easier and easier. Her well-opened anus relaxed, learning its lesson about fighting his ravaging cock.

Imadam whined and even gurgled as he ass-fucked her, her body lost in a maze of pain. “Never—never in my whole life—not so humiliated—totally debased—you wouldn’t treat a whore like this, not even a whore!”

“That’s right, Imadam,” Alex replied to her. “But you’re not a whore. You’re! My! Aunt!”

He kept at her, pile-driving against her upturned buttocks, his leaden manhood churning the very deepest part of her violated bowels. His groin clapped against her sweaty ass, Alex’s own mind practically lost in the abandon of sodomizing this gorgeous woman so ruthlessly. Yes, she was harder to break than Bombshell—but even more satisfying.

His breath hardened. He panted out air in short, clawing rasps. His erection ached beyond meaning, seeming to gorge itself even more as his sperm boiled through his shaft, clamoring for the release at his bellend.

He pumped it faster and faster into Imadam’s widely stretched rectum. She tried to ease the clenched muscles of her rectum, to lessen all she could the agonizing pain. Alex’s hands tightened convulsively on her bruised buttocks, groped around her hips. His thrusts flattened her buttocks to her hipbone, numbed her senses between reeling pain and stupefied pleasure.

Alex’s body was hard as a statue, pistoning at the hips, all of its energy driven into Imadam like a nail being struck by a hammer. He growled, cursing lewdly, mingling the litany with vile threats to keep Imadam on her best behavior. “Take it, bitch… move that terrorist ass!” He spoke through tightly gritted teeth. “Yeah, yeah, I’m gonna come! Gonna come in that fucking asshole! Almost finished with you, you dirty slut! I’m almost done! GGGHHHHH!”

He raged against her, making a final breathtaking clash of flesh on flesh, his lust-cursed member blading into parts of her body that had never accepted a man before. Then he truly chastised her: a scalding, white-hot eruption bulged his manhood like a tightened fist, stretching her hotly clenching asshole yet further, before searing the ravaged interior of her.

“YESSSSS!” Alex howled as he finished, jerking against Imadam’s buttocks like a ragdoll being shook, celebrating his victory as much as his satisfaction.

Her thighs and asscheeks were buffeted by the ferocity of his final attack; he emptied absolutely everything he had into the cavity he’d made inside her, leaving an owner’s mark of white inside her permanently stretched opening.

Then he fell upon her, flattening her voluptuous curves under his contented heft.

Imadam lay there, sharking with convulsions that were not quite sobs as Alex’s flagging erection slipped from her flooded asshole. She felt used. Eternally converted from the woman she had been to… all those things he had called her. Whore. Slut. Cocksucker.

Only a woman like that had an asshole that felt as hers felt, her bowels rumbling from the heated weight he had poured inside her.

And then…

“Oh my God,” Imadam gasped. She was coming. She was coming right into the tile underneath her body, soaking it so thoroughly that the wetness spread outside her labia. It touched the hairs of her thatch, her crotch, the fronts of her thighs. It was getting everywhere.

“Oh my God!” Imadam said again, looking down as if to see the pool of her own ejaculation while it kept going until it spread underneath her face.

Already, it touched the distended bloat of the cum Alex had secured in her belly.

And Imadam knew she would do anything to have an orgasm like this again.

“Looks like you’ve gotten with the program,” Alex grinned in her ear. Then his voice grew serious. “You work for me now.”

“Yes, master,” Imadam said, used to performing obeisance for the prince she was consort to. But she’d never meant it as she did now.

“And I hope you understand how rough I had to be on your asshole.” Again, Imadam felt the smile in his voice. “I had to make sure it was ready for all the times I’m going to use it in the future.”

“Yes, master,” Imadam said again, coming a little more.