Cheaters Anonymous 5 (Patreon)

Even Cannon was taken aback by just how debauched she was with him. He’d known Diane was a whore, but thought she was just too slutty to be tamed. All he could hope for was to punish her for her infidelity—a punishment her other lovers were too soft-hearted to bestow.

Yet here she was, deliciously responding to it, acting like she was addicted to each hammering impact of his member.

He couldn’t believe how she ecstatically moaned, mewling little obscenities while she ground her ass into his thrusts for more of what he’d thought to overwhelm her with. Clenching his turgid erection with whatever power was left in her defeated muscles, a sphincter that had failed to keep out one inch of his torturous length.

But Cannon couldn’t bring himself to care that she was enjoying her debasement. Feeling her anal muscles coil around his meat deliciously prolonged the rapture of his withdrawal and made it all the sweeter to sheathe himself back inside her.

“I’m gonna have your cum in my ass!” she moaned as the once-painful flames of her sodomy consumed her entire body.

Diane didn’t care that it was anal penetration or borderline assault. Only how much pleasure it gave her. Her tingling cunt had never felt better than it did while she was sodomized. It was as wet as it had ever been without her orgasming.

“You can have other women too,” she babbled. “I’ll cheat with them… you can fuck all of us… Greta, make Greta lick my pussy… make her like you made me… she’ll enjoy it… she’s a whore too… she’ll be such a good bitch!”

Enjoying this perversion as she’d never enjoyed anything before, Diane felt any sensibility and even the slightest restraint lost to a wild frenzy. She jerked and thrashed as best she could with Cannon keeping her in such a subordinate position. Her lush breasts jiggled and heaved under her.

She’d never known this much pleasure before, or this much pain… it still hurt, but now she knew how good pain was… she was so happy that Cannon had helped her find what she was looking for.

She wouldn’t cheat anymore… she’d do nothing to imperil getting more of this feeling… and she’d do anything to keep it, however Cannon wanted to use her, whatever he wanted her to do… it would all be worth it if she reached another of those incredible anal orgasms.

“Oh, MASTER!” she cried, feverishly fucking her ass back to an erection Cannon barely had to move—he simply held it out and let her bury it inside her anal tract. “I’m gonna come… GONNA COME!”

“No, you’re not.”

Out it came. Less and less and less inside her ass until there was nothing at all for those sore muscles to grip, no feeling except the yawning emptiness that had once been pure pleasure.

“No, don’t take it away, not yet, I was so close…”

“Down on the floor. Put your hands on your ass and hold it open. I want Greta to see what I did to your hole—what I’m going to do to hers.”

“Hers?” Diane repeated, but Cannon was already straddling Greta’s chest, pulling the pillow away and tossing it aside.

He loomed over her. His long, bloated shaft bobbed above her face and she shut her eyes, frightened like a little girl at its closeness and how threateningly vast it was.

She’d heard enough to know what it could do to a woman, what it had done to Diane, and Greta knew she wasn’t nearly enough of a slut to enjoy it as the other girl had.

Then it was slapped against her cheek, thick and substantial as a slab of beef. Panicked, Greta wrestled against the handcuffs with a strength she hadn’t had before. She couldn’t stand the thought of that punishing, polluted cock up in her face.

“Get that thing away from me! Don’t touch me, you—”

“We have to make Diane jealous, remember?” Cannon asked, trampling over her words like they weren’t even there. “That was the plan. We’re going to teach her never to cheat again. And you’ll learn too.” He held his prick up to her face again. “You already know what to do with this. So do it.”

“Oh God, oh God!” Greta cried, tears glossing her wild eyes. “I won’t end up like her—I won’t enjoy you doing this to me—I won’t!”

But when she turned her head, there Diane was on the floor, holding her buttocks apart, showing what Cannon had done to her gaping asshole. Everything but come in it, and Greta had heard Diane beg, could see her quiver in longing for him to finish what he’d started.

Cannon tore at her dress… roughly shredded her clothes like they were tissue paper, finally leaving her in nothing but her bra and panties. The scraps of her dress lay about Greta like fallen leaves under a tree.

“You can enjoy it or not,” he said simply. “But I definitely will.”

“Cannon, what… what do you want from me?” Greta moaned, pained already by his callousness, the intimidation he’d brought to bear on her.

And always Diane was there, showing her what she might become… what Cannon seemed sure she’d become, once he was done with her.

He took a leering look between her legs, then up to her breasts, quivering with fear. “You shouldn’t care what I want. What matters is what’s going to happen. And what’ll happen is you’ll suck my cock. That’s it. You’re going to put my dick in your mouth and hold it there until it’s clean enough to go in your ass. And I think an ass like yours deserves a nice, clean cock, don’t you?”

The notion of his organ being in her mouth, fresh from what it had done to Diane, was appalling to Greta. She gagged at the thought of it. And she nodded uncontrollably.

Without warning, Cannon shoved forward. His mammoth, blue-veined prick rubbed against her mouth, sliding off her lipstick. Greta tried instinctively to free herself of contact with it, but Cannon held the two of them together and the bittersweet musk of his phallus worked its way inside her mouth like a vanguard of the thing itself.

She gritted her teeth to further secure her mouth—then decided begging was a better course of action. “Can you just—” Greta began plaintively and he rammed his way deep into her mouth, filling it with more and more, like a snake nestling all of itself into a hole.

“Suck. Suck,” Cannon intoned, emotionlessly, like the drumming of some slave-filled longship, simply informing her of what she was to do, her obedience assumed and inevitable. His hips moved with all the pagan need his voice didn’t express, with all the willingness of the human animal for copulation.

He was both man and machine; both determined to break Greta.

“Suck. Suck. Suck.”

He held her hair in his steel grip and pulled her in no matter how she resisted, seeming perfectly willing to scalp her if she persisted in her defiance. Somehow her mouth was open. She felt his shaft burrow into her mouth, down her throat, blocking all air, blotting it out of her lungs with the inevitable passage of time helping to sour her last breath—then he pulled out slightly, letting her gasp in air, and was back in the depths of her gullet again, using her throat whether or not she needed it to breathe.

“Oh shit, Cannon,” Diane moaned, her voice sounding like it came from another dimension, it was so far outside Greta’s little world of only her and Cannon. “I loved having your cock in my mouth.”

Her obscene words reawakened the memory of Greta’s voyeurism—all she had overheard while it’d been Diane’s turn to be his bitch, how reluctant she had been… at first.

Helplessly, Greta imagined Diane lavishly sucking the cock she was literally faced with. Her teeth began to nibble softly at Cannon’s thrusting organ. She coughed and sputtered as her deliberate attempt to taste his manhood filled her senses with it.

His balls bounced off her chin and she scented the stale sweat on his thighs, only just now worked up from him. She knew he’d have just as much stamina to reduce her to sexual ecstasy as he had with Diane, the poor dumb cow. Smelling it, she was constantly reminded of the sheer depravity of what she was going through.

“Suck, suck,” Cannon said, but now his breath was speeding up, his words dripping like hot oil from some machine in him, a machine in overdrive. “Suck!”

He worked demonically, pounding his hips forward, like Greta’s face was an anvil he was working his hammering cock against. His hands spasmed rhythmically, jerking Greta into her oral impalement, and he writhed and strained as though fighting a savage pain instead of an even more primordial delight.

He slid Greta’s mouth up and down his length as though it were a sheath he was repeatedly attempting to bury all of his bestial lust in, but there was always more, driving him to pull back and then visit his wrath on the bottom of Greta’s gullet once more.