Cheaters Anonymous 7 (Patreon)

Greta had tried bondage before, trying to excite herself with Schneider, but it was just the same old cock whether she was chained or unchained. Now, though… the cruelty of restraint was palpable. She knew she really was trapped, really was his. It changed the sensation—added something to it.

She found herself rutting back at Cannon with a grunt, forcing herself to meet each angry thrust as it came.

“Give it to me harder!” she demanded, not sure whether she was still pretending—or not. “Use my ass! Fuck it until it’s gaping too wide for me to even feel you!”

“Heh!” Cannon barked, feeling her crash against his groin like the tide in the middle of a raging storm.

He’d sensed the guilt in her, the need to be punished, and not cared… all that mattered was his own pleasure. But if she enjoyed it too: well, that only made her a better cock-holster.

He slowed down, taking his time with Greta, enjoying how slow and deep and luscious the fuck could be. Savoring all the exuberant pleasure it seemed impossible for Greta not to give out.

But this was her virgin asshole, not her experienced pussy. The instinctive reaction of her anal muscles was entirely natural, and it was exquisite. She tried to expel him, making for a delectable contrast as he forced himself in regardless.

Cannon groaned ecstatically, glutting himself on the sleek, tight friction of Greta’s luscious ass. Her reverse psychology was working, and not just on him. When she heard his sounds of pleasure, she knew she was feeling the same thing—enjoying the deep thrusts that she’d hated before.

“Unhh! You bastard! You’re making me like this!”

“You might as well,” he shot back. “It’s happening either way.”

“Gghhn! Shit, I love your big dick! I even like it when it’s up my ass! Even when it’s fucking my ass!”

“Imagine how much you’re like it when it’s filling you up with cum!”

Cannon felt almost like he was riding a mechanical bull, Greta was in such a frenzy. She had figured out how to match his rhythm, not just taking his sodomizing cock but meeting it.

Knowing that she was fucking herself on his prick and not just being fucked by it changed Greta’s mindset, helped her get off even on the rough sex he was punishing her hole with. She pulled his prick deeper into her bowels, her passage clinging to his shaft and warmly milking it. Making it almost overwhelming to be balls deep in her ass.

“Rrrhh!” Cannon bellowed, feeling the surge of liquid pressure at the base of his endowment. He tightened the muscles of his loins, trying to hold back his eruption, but it couldn’t be done.

He fucked himself into her asshole while he spurted, pumping it full. Warm cum glossed his prick and still he fucked her, making her come with him until neither of them had the energy to move.

Greta was mindless, absolutely cock-drunk by the time Cannon was finished rutting her churning ass. She’d completely surrendered to the ecstasy of this debauchery—her throbbing asshole rhythmically clenching and relaxing around his pistoning cock.

Held underneath the man as he lustily hammered her into the mattress, all Greta could do about her circumstances was explode in a potent orgasm.

Finally, Cannon’s exuberant manhood softened; Greta’s splayed buttocks drifted slightly back together without his turgid erection to hold them apart. Cannon slowly pulled back until all of him had emerged from her cum-drenched anus.

“Oh, darling,” Greta moaned as her body trembled against the bed. “I didn’t know anyone could make me do that… that I could come like that… love being fucked so much. Even in my ass—oh, Cannon—I love it in my ass now! I want it in my ass again! Let me be your anal slut, please…”

There was something idiosyncratic in how Cannon unlocked her handcuffs while utterly ignoring her pleas. There was some consideration for the woman who had successfully satisfied his lusts—but only a bare minimum.

Greta would not be with Cannon for his affection. She wanted to be with him because he made her come, hard.

“Diane, get up here,” he ordered. “I’m done with Greta.”

Diane let go of her asscheeks and climbed up onto the bed, dropping down on her back next to Cannon. Her thighs wantonly spread as if still making room for the powerful fuck that had satisfied her so deeply. Her swollen breasts tingled with delight and she still felt the heat of Cannon’s burning cum in her bowels, even though it had to have grown cold by now. It had to.

“Do you want me to leave?” Greta asked, suddenly finding herself on a crowded bed.

“No,” Cannon said, but that was all he gave her.

Smiling to herself, Greta allowed her body to be covered with the bedsheet, just like Cannon and his other submissive. She realized that she’d been cured of the desire to cheat. From now on, she would be more than satisfied—not looking for sexual pleasure, but being a font of it. One man’s sex slave, cock holster, cum dumpster.

But she wondered if Cannon would consider it infidelity if she and Diane were to mess around.