You call me your whore and I want to wriggle with the delight it brings me to know I'm yours in this way. I feel useful and good when you look at me. And you're looking at me, right now.

Sometimes, when you look at me, you look almost despairing, like there's no way this is real and you're waiting for the dream to end. That look makes me feel beautiful.

Sometimes, when you look at me, you look hungry, like there's no way I can satiate what your body is asking for. That look makes me want to try.

I'm watching your expression move from despair to hunger as you position yourself under my kneeling body, your hips between my knees. You're stroking your cock absentmindedly with one hand while you play with my heavy tits with your other. I mewl like a lonely kitten, the sound muffled by the big ball gag in my mouth, and I wish I was the one stroking your cock. My hands, though, are cuffed behind my back, and I am unable to touch that big, perfect dick.

I lust after your cock like I've never lusted after anything. And right now, thinking about how much I wished I was the one stroking it has the drool spilling out around the ball gag. A thick, slippery strand of saliva hangs from my mouth before hitting my tits. I'm a mess by now, my makeup already running down my face from our earlier games, where we tried to find out if I could breathe through my ears with a throat full of cock.

You groan at the sight, my ruined face now drooling heavily, making a further mess of this body that is not mine as long as it's yours. I mewl again at the sound of your desire. My pelvic floor throbs and I clench all the muscles in my abdomen. I feel a bead of moisture trickle down my thigh. If you fucked me right now, my cunt would swallow you whole with no hesitation, I'm so wet for you.

But you have other ideas. You grab the lube from the side of the bed and with a small handful you reach between my legs and deposit it around my asshole, cold against my warm flesh. I shudder as you slide a finger into the tight little hole.

Then you slide a condom over your cock, raging hard and at attention, and grab my hips, your grip firm. I sigh into the grasp and you squeeze harder. So hard I make a small gurgling sound behind the ball gag, momentarily quenching your impulsive desire to elicit an escalated reaction from me.

You pull me down towards your cock and guide your cock to my asshole. I feel myself tense up in anticipation and breathe deeply through my nose, forcing myself to relax. You watch it happening and make fun of me for my nervousness. If my face wasn't already red from the the palm of your hand, you'd have been able to see me blush, embarrassed.

Then, without warning, in a swift motion, you impale me on your cock, letting gravity help you push past my resisting opening. I had asked you, before, feeling vulnerable in my want, for you to take me with force, without preparation. I wanted to give you my body in shock, I wanted to show you what I could endure.

And shock is what I give you. I squeal against the thrust, squirm instinctively, and you pull me down anyway. I inhale sharply and the drool built up behind the ball gag chokes me. I splutter, still reeling from the shock of your huge cock entering me without the patience you normally have to let me adjust to your size. You're already thrusting beneath me, giving me no time to acclimate, and I'm still coughing on my own saliva. I squeal again and your fingertips dig so deeply into my hips I know they'll be leaving an exquisite constellation of bruises behind.

Finally, my body catches up to my desires and suddenly every thrust is the most agonizing ecstasy available to me. This is the first time you've taken my ass in this position and I am astounded at what the added weight of my own body adds to each thrust. I didn't think your long, beautiful dick could reach deeper than it had before, but I was wrong and each time you bring my body down to meet yours as you thrust up into me, I am filled fuller than I thought was possible to feel.

Having your cock in my ass is always my greatest desire. The combined feelings of being physically full of you, of giving you my body so completely, and the feral want with which you take it leave me so mind-and-body-bendingly electrified that it's become nearly the only thing I fantasize about when it's not actively happening.

I am at the edge of losing my mind. My body has taken over and I'm riding you as much as you are thrusting up into me, every time you pull back, my body is chasing you, wanting your cock back inside as deep as it will go. I can barely process the sensations, and drool pouring out around the ball gag is making a mess of both of us.

You're getting close to your own limit, and you suddenly push yourself up on your arms and, without removing your cock from my needy ass, you pull me close. You hold your cock in my ass as I get my legs out from under myself so I can wrap them around your waist, and then with your arms around me you sink your teeth into my shoulder and begin thrusting again.

I squeal again, at the the shock of the pain of your bite, and you don't let go, teeth sinking further into flesh. This new sensation added to the feeling of your cock filling my ass so intensely pushes me over that edge and I hear myself moaning through the gag, into your hair, surrounded and filled and hurt by you and your desires. I am floating in my own body, high on every burst of sensation and pain you've given me as you've taken from me what you desire. I am filled with both your cock and gratitude.

I feel good and useful and used.