LEGALLY BLONDE: AN ANAL PARODY
Elle Woods was perceived by everyone who didn’t know better as a sweet, pretty blonde... and so she was constantly underestimated… seen as no more than a dumb blonde… as a chick with big tits… as a bimbo…
But in truth, Elle loved proving all those people wrong. So her recent victory in the courtroom was perceived by many of her former detractors as her redemption, but for Elle it wasn’t one. It was just another instance of her proving everyone wrong… a frequent practice she revelled in.
Just like she’d been doling for her entire life. From serving as the student body president of her college, to enrolling in Harvard Law School on a whim, to overcoming the judgemental and pretentious Harvard crowd, and of course winning that high profile case.
Christ, she even ended up becoming friends… best friends… with her former rival Vivian.
Also, behind Elle’s sweet bubbly persona, was another side of her… well… kind of… she was always bubbly… even during sex… but she was also quite kinky… kinky in a way no one who hadn’t slept with her would ever Imagine.
Elle loved anal sex. Even more surprisingly… and more perversely… she loved fucking people in the ass. Both guys and girls.
She had a dozen different strap-ons… all but one of them designed for anal sex… most were for fucking women… all but two were pink… and she’d been pegging Warner for years back when they were dating, and she hoped to be pounding Emmett’s ass soon… his cute ass looking so ripe for the plundering.
At the end of the day of her big victory in court, Elle slapped Vivian’s ass triumphantly and crowed, “You see, Viv? I always win, and I always get what I want.”
Vivian was rattled, both by Elle’s words and the strange tingle in her pussy from getting slapped. Warner was shockingly tentative in bed, easily the worst lover she’d ever had, although she hadn’t been dating him for sex, but for power… the big rock on her ring finger a symbol not of love, but of social status.
She watched in disappointment as Warner went over to Elle after the win… even before they’d left the courtroom… and clearly tried to coax her back, and she then smiled in satisfaction as Elle crushed him in a heartbeat. (She wasn’t close enough to listen in on the exchange, but she didn’t need to… the visuals said it all!) It was then she knew she needed to break free from her parents’ expectations and cutthroat social climbing, and to become herself… instead of what everyone else told her she should be.
So Warner was rejected twice on that day, and was left to wonder what the hell he was supposed to do with a suddenly pointless $9,000 engagement ring.
Elle celebrated her victory by pegging Professor Callahan in his office and he, just like Warner always had, finished by spewing his load all over the carpet without his dick being touched. Because she was spiteful for his attempt to force her to have sex with him before she’d be allowed to get ahead… at least according to his claims… she made him eat his cum off the rug.
Over the next few months, Elle and Vivian became good friends… best friends… forming an intimate two-girls-only study group.
Elle, who was an anal junkie and who wore a strap-on and fucked various assholes for her go-to stress release, gradually collected a harem of submissive anal pets… both guys and gals… who were at her beck and call.
The same night she’d destroyed Professor Callahan’s ass in a ruthless drilling, she spent the rest of the evening at Brooke Taylor Windham’s upscale condo for a wild night of lesbian activity, including a 69, and Brooke had the best workout of her life with a marathon, multiple-orgasm anal reaming while Brooke’s maid ate Elle’s pussy the entire time.
Not surprisingly, or perhaps it was surprising, Elle was able to seduce and add Professor Stromwell to her stable of anal pets, really getting off by fucking her in her classroom after hours. The Professor was a lesbian and a nasty slut behind her prim and proper persona, and she loved sucking a cock that was just in her ass. The formidable Professor had her own large number of pets, including fellow professors, the wives of some other professors, former students, practicing lawyers, a couple of politicians and more… many of whom willingly became anal sluts for Elle too, because their Mistress, Professor Stromwell, ordered them to. The Professor was a dominant woman, a seductress, but while she was always in control of her pets… she mindlessly explored her never-before-tapped submissive side with Elle.
Elle also had her eye on Vivian… but she didn’t want to damage their friendship, so she had to take things slowly.
So as the year progressed, she took lots of sly, subtle steps to begin her seduction.
She began kissing her on the cheek whenever they encountered each other.
She described her as her girlfriend not only when they were alone together, but also to other people.
Elle used Vivian’s assistance in the majority of her research since Vivian was excellent at it, but then joked Vivian was her bitch.
At first Vivian thought Elle was just being silly… yet she kept doing it more and more often.
Unlike Joey, Vivian’s previous boyfriend before Warner, who’d called her names and treated her like a cheap slut, which she hated that she loved, when Elle called her names she always did it using her happy voice and tone… so it was hard to take her jibes seriously.
On occasion, when Elle gave her a certain look that wasn’t one of her usual ones, which seemed to reveal just a hint of darkness behind her carefree persona, she wondered if Elle had another side of her: a sinister one lurking behind that façade of perpetual happiness…. Part of Vivian hoped so; nobody should be that perfect.
Vivian too wanted to change her image: in her case to be seen as more than just a bitchy Prima Donna, which in fact she’d been successfully changing ever since becoming besties (Elle’s word) with Elle, who was her polar opposite. While everyone had always seen Elle as a sex object and most of them still did, Vivian had been viewed as a nerd… even though she had great firm tits and an amazing ass. She also missed the rough fucking Joey used to give her. Face fuckings, facials, handcuffs, and verbal humiliation… as Joey was the only one so far who’d seen through her entitled diva act to detect her natural submissiveness… which she was now naturally beginning to manifest more and more over time for Elle. Doing research for her, fetching her fruit drinks, and she’d even massaged her feet last week for the first time, whereupon she discovered her best friend wore very expensive hosiery, and Elle parted her legs to reveal she was wearing a garter-belt and stockings… the softest hosiery Vivian had ever felt. Adding to her surprise, when she looked up, she saw very clearly that Elle wasn’t wearing any panties, and her pussy was completely shaved.
So now, in addition to Vivian becoming more and more submissive to Elle in nonsexual ways, seeing her friend’s pussy was bringing out another side of her. In the past she’d had a couple of lesbian encounters, on the whole preferring them to men, since it was only on that side of the street she’d ever come from interpersonal sex, and suddenly the idea of getting sexy with Elle wouldn’t leave her head… even though Elle was now dating Emmett… who she had completely wrapped around her finger… just like she had everybody else.
All of which led to Elle inadvertently springing a specific trigger term after all these months of her carefully plotted psychological buildup. Elle slapped Vivian’s ass particularly hard after Vivian had brought her some files. (By this point Elle had been given her own office at the law firm, even though she was only doing pro bono work for them.) And as she slapped that ass she said, “Thanks, bottom bitch.”
Hearing that term sparked an incident from Vivian’s past… since it was the same term that had quickly led to the end of her relationship with Joey. She’d refused to give up her ass to him when he’d declared it was time to mark her as his three-hole bottom bitch. When she’d told him adamantly she was absolutely not into anal, he tried to force the issue, and she’d ended up kicking him in the nuts to fight him off. Whereupon he became hysterical, called her every name in the world, and dumped her on the spot.
Ordinarily she was proud of standing up for herself, but on occasion guilt hit her for not being willing just to give it up for her man so she could keep him. Especially since she hadn’t been fucked by anyone except Warner ever since, who as has been said, was a terrible lay.
Elle noticed Vivian’s face flush ruby red upon being called a bottom bitch… which made her curious as to why her bestie suddenly looked uncomfortable.
“What? You don’t want to be my bottom bitch, girlfriend?” Ella asked.
“It’s just that….” Vivian began and stopped.
“What? You can tell me anything, girlfriend,” Ella said, squeezing her friend’s shapely big booty… which was undoubtedly perfect for some back door hammering, once the time was right.
“It’s just that… you remember Joey?” she asked.
Elle had never met Joey, but she recalled Vivian mentioning he was her boyfriend before the sexual doldrums of Warner, Vivian never having learned he was a sissy bottom bitch who preferred being fucked to fucking… but knew from Vivian revealing a few too many details when tipsy about Joey being quite a stud, which had helped to confirm Elle’s suspicions about Vivian being submissive. “Oh yeah, that stud boy from your past.”
“Yeah, well… I never told you the reason we broke up,” Vivian confessed, having never told anyone. He was a bad boy without much money… who she’d never introduced to her parents… so Elle had assumed he was just a fling.
“It wasn’t because your Mommy and Daddy saw those pictures you showed me and didn’t like him?” Elle asked, having assumed that was the reason. Joey had various prominent tattoos and worked as a mechanic, not the kind of guy who’d be welcomed into the hoity toity world of the overly privileged.
“No,” she said, having always resented people assuming that, even though it would have become a problem eventually, and the break-up had eliminated that upcoming hurdle.
“Then what was it, you silly goose?” Elle said, slapping her ass again.
“He dumped me because I wouldn’t let him fuck me in the ass,” Vivian blurted out.
“Oh, I see,” Elle said, remaining behind Vivian, and this time she used both hands to caress the perfect and, she now assumed, virgin booty.
“What are you doing?” Vivian asked, even though she didn’t move away from this gentle yet firm caressing of her ass cheeks.
“You didn’t allow that hot guy to fuck this amazing ass of yours?” Elle asked, ignoring the question.
“No,” Vivian shook her head while her best friend squeezed her ass and made her upper cheeks flush. “It’s dirty.”
“Not when it’s done right,” Elle contradicted, her breath hot in her friend’s ear.
“You’ve done anal?” Vivian asked, astonished.
“Oh yes, I do anal a lot,” Elle said, stressing the word. “There’s nothing more thrilling than a good, hard ass fucking!”
“Elle!” Vivian gasped, as she felt her friend’s hand reach under her skirt and touch her directly between her pantyhose-clad ass cheeks.
“What, bottom bitch?” asked, poking a finger against the puckered virgin hole through the pantyhose.
“I’m not a bottom bitch.” Vivian denied angrily, as she felt Elle ripping a hole through her pantyhose.
“Given the uneducated attitude you’ve just expressed, you certainly aren’t. Not yet, anyway,” Elle said, enlarging the hole wide enough for easy access.
“What are you doing?” Vivian asked again, when Elle spun her around and bent her over her desk.
“Making you an actual bottom bitch,” Elle said as she slapped the big booty, “My bottom bitch.”
“Elle, this isn’t funny,” Vivian objected, even though she could feel wetness leaking into her panties from the firm spanks. She’d enjoyed it when Joey had spanked her, and also loved Elle’s increasingly evident dominant side… so she didn’t try to resist or to stand back up, but remained accommodatingly bent over.
“You’re right; your being an anal virgin is no laughing matter,” Elle agreed, deliberately missing the point, and she reached for some scissors lying on her desk and warned, “now don’t move for a moment.”
“What are you doing?” Vivian asked for a third time, looking back to spy Elle brandishing the scissors.
“Getting rid of this inconvenient underwear,” Elle said, as she snipped the thong into three fragments and tossed them away haphazardly.
“That was expensive,” Vivian gasped… the most expensive thong she owned.
As Vivian was still bent over, Elle spanked her ass again, saying, “My pets don’t wear underwear, and they never wear pantyhose.”
“Pets?” Vivian asked, her ass burning a bit as was, inexplicably, her pussy. A pussy that hadn’t gotten any action since Elle had won that famous case six months ago. Certainly it had hosted some toys… but not any living dick… or not even any eager first-year pussy lickers… it had been enduring quite a dry spell.
“Yes, I call people who service me and obey my every whim my pets,” Elle said in her trademark casual cheery matter-of-fact fashion, as she pried the big booty ass cheeks wide apart to take a good look at the rosebud she was about to deflower, and then to destroy… the latter action always following the former.
“You have a few girls who service you regularly?” Vivian asked, each new revelation shocking her more than the previous as she felt Elle’s hands on her ass cheeks pulling them apart. “And you mean sexually?”
“Yes, and quite a few of them by now, plus a few guys,” Elle said, as she leaned closer to get an up close and personal look at the puckered virgin asshole. “As you’re about to begin learning first hand, I have a very active sex drive.”
“You do?” Vivian asked, feeling her bestie’s hot breath between her ass cheeks… this entire episode feeling totally surreal.
“I know…” Elle said, well accustomed to witnessing the shock of a new pet while she processed the outwardly sweet, innocent, bimbo-like Elle revealing herself as quite the seductress while she transformed them into lesbian pussy-licking, ass-taking sluts. “…everyone thinks I’m this sweet, almost virginal, prim and proper gal… but….”
“But whaaaaaat?” Vivian moaned in astonishment, as she suddenly felt a stiffened tongue probing against her butthole.
“…butt… for example, I love eating sweaty assholes just like yours,” Elle revealed, as she swirled her tongue around in the salty sweat of the pretty, puckered, inviting hole.
“Ohhhh my,” Vivian moaned, as she remained bent over and allowed Elle to lick her asshole. She was stunned this was happening… and equally stunned by how good it felt to feel this tongue bathing her butthole.
“Such a delicious ass you have, my dear,” Elle purred, sounding vaguely like Red Riding Hood’s wolf, as she licked and probed.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this to me,” Vivian said, almost whining, but not quite.
“Oh, this stage is only the means to an end. I’ve got to get this asshole nice and ready for my strap-on,” Elle explained, always keeping a couple of them in her desk, and at least one in her carry bag for emergencies… and Elle encountered a lot of such emergencies.
“For your whaaaaaat!” Vivian cried out, her eyes going wide.
“Oh my sexy newest bottom bitch, your asshole was just made to be fucked,” Elle crooned, and she stood up and ordered in a firm voice, “So don’t move a muscle, my sexy slut.”
Vivian was overwhelmed. She mindlessly obeyed, remaining vulnerably bent over while she watched Elle step around to the opposite side of her desk, pull out a bottle from a top drawer and return. Elle had just warned her about exactly what she was about to do. Which in the past she’d always considered a non-negotiable dealbreaker. So why was she allowing this scene to continue? And why was she so turned on?
“You see, Vivian,” Elle explained, as she returned to the business end of her soon-to-be bottom (the person, not the body part, although that too), “Men aren’t equipped to understand the complexities of a woman’s body. They don’t understand our tits, they sure as fuck don’t understand our pussies, and they haven’t a clue about our assholes. To them, tits are for fucking, pussies are for fucking and assholes are for fucking… all of which can be true, but only after the woman’s body and her mood have been properly addressed.”
“I don’t believe my asshole was remotely made for fucking,” Vivian argued, even though the tongue licking had been very nice, relaxing, and subtly erotic.
“Oh, trust me my pet, as I’m about to demonstrate, your asshole was definitely made to be fucked, pounded, and even destroyed,” Elle said, and the way she asserted this foreign concept so casually and in her ubiquitously cheerful voice made it sound both nasty and logical.
“I don’t know,” Vivian said, as she felt some warm, oily liquid being trickled between her ass cheeks.
“Ah, but I do know,” Elle said. “I know exactly what you need.”
“And exactly what do I need, Mommy?” Vivian asked sarcastically, getting rather annoyed again. She’d always hated when people tried to dictate what she wanted or needed. Past boyfriends, her parents, teachers or professors. She was the only one with an inside scoop to her inner self!
“Don’t give me that tone,” Elle said. “I’m not telling you in a condescending or parentally biased way, I’m telling you as another woman, as your best friend, and as your experienced and knowledgeable Mistress.”
“Mistress?” Vivian asked.
“Yes,” Elle said, as she pressed her lube-coated index finger against Vivian’s delicious asshole, “you’re now my pet, and I’m your Mistress.”
“Maybe I’ll be willing to be your pet. But what does a pet doooooooo?” Vivian asked, feeling curious, turned on and confused by all her conflicting feelings and inclinations, which included an abiding trust and affection for this irrepressible blonde, which were complicated greatly when she felt that finger slide smoothly into her ass.
“Simple. You obey your Mistress unconditionally,” Elle explained succinctly, as her entire finger disappeared inside her bestie’s tight asshole.
“Ooooh,” Vivian moaned, becoming aware of a very subtle pain inside her ass, and yet also a strange and unfamiliar wave of pleasure cascading through her body that mostly numbed the pain.
“And you’ve pretty much been obeying me unconditionally for a while anyway,” Elle added, as she wiggled her finger around inside her friend’s ass to initiate the gaping process.
“Oooooooh,” Vivian moaned involuntarily, feeling Elle’s finger exploring her ass in a way that felt strange, and yet oddly pleasant… to the extent that it distracted her from denying the idea that she always obeyed Elle… which, once she thought about it, was sadly true. Or perhaps not so sadly, for behind her heretofore stuffy, bitchy persona was a woman born and raised to be an good and obedient daughter who did exactly what she was told… especially by her mother… and who’d followed her family’s expectations without any outward resistance… although as has been said, occasionally with some inner resentment… and the process had occurred so naturally and perpetually that without her even knowing it, she’d been trained to become a perfect submissive… or at least one to the right person of the feminine persuasion… such as Elle.
“Yes, you were born to be a pet, born to eat pussy, and born to have this pretty, sexy ass fucked regularly, beginning almost immediately,” Elle said, dying to get Vivian’s face between her legs, but only after she’d taken her anal virginity and turned her into her willing bottom bitch, who’d do anything to get her pert little back door destroyed.
“I don’t think so,” Vivian protested weakly, even though she was offering no tangible resistance to her asshole being fingered.
“You don’t think what’s true?” Elle asked, as she continued slowly gaping her friend’s asshole. “That you were born to be a pet to the right woman? You were born to hide under her desk eating her pussy? You were born to massage my sumptuous stocking-clad feet with your hands, mouth and tongue? You were born to be bent over this desk with my cock buried deep inside your asshole? As a natural submissive, you’ll quite naturally do whatever it takes to please the right woman….” And as Elle slid a second finger inside the tight asshole, she finished, “… especially your Kismet-destined Mistress?”
“Oh my Gaaawwwd!” Vivian gasped, moaned, whimpered and screamed all at once… if all four of those actions are possible using only three words… although her version of the word ‘God’ took several seconds to hurtle past her stunned lips.
“Not your God so much as your Mistress Princess,” Elle corrected her with a smile, now gaping the virgin hole with two fingers.
“It hurts,” Vivian whined… which it did… but it also felt really good… which confused her… why was she allowing this indignity to occur? And even to continue? Why wasn’t she standing up for herself? Why? Why? Why?
“Trust me, you’ll soon learn it’s a good hurt,” Elle reassured her, as she slowly spun her fingers around while she pumped them back and forth… slowly… slyly… gaping the virgin hole to prepare it for her strap-on cock. “It’s already starting to feel good too, doesn’t it, my sexy bottom bitch?”
Vivian, who for some reason focussed on the compliment about her being ‘sexy’ instead of the derogatory term ‘bottom bitch’, which appeared to be losing its negative sting, admitted, since indeed it felt good, but also bad, and only somewhat weird, “A little.”
“A little what, my pretty pet?” Elle asked, knowing the power of bestowing sly compliments even when being used to season a clear hierarchy of expectations… especially for a woman like Vivian, who’d always been desperate for praise since she’d gotten so little from her parents… which was why she’d hooked up with an asshole bad boy like Joey… and why she would now easily submit to her newfound Mistress… a submission Elle had known was inevitable since the first day she’d met her… and her plan in the works from the moment the self-righteous nerd had humiliated her in that classroom.
As her anal pain lingered only slightly… now not worth mentioning, really… the pleasure gradually increased and Vivian admitted, “It feels a little bit good, and also a bit weird.”
“It takes time to get used to this experience,” Elle assured her, having witnessed this state of confusion… this mixture of dwindling pain and increasing pleasure… this mental vs body competition between why she was allowing this to happen and her body slowly surrendering to the nasty pleasure.
“This is wrong,” Vivian moaned, with what could be filed as the weakest resistance in the history of sexual submissions.
“Oh, you’re saying it’s wrong, but your ass is almost nibbling at my fingers, it wants them so badly,” Elle reported with very little exaggeration, as she really gaped the hole. “I bet your pretty pink pussy is sopping wet by now.”
“Nooooo,” Vivian denied, although her long loud moan betrayed the truth… she knew her pussy was totally wet, since she could feel it tingling and drooling.
“Oh, you silly pet,” Elle said, as she began severely finger banging her best friend’s ass.
“Oooooooooh myyyyyyyyy God!” Vivian squealed, as Elle finger fucked her. She couldn’t believe this was happening, nor could she believe how good it was beginning to feel… so different from when a guy fucked her… or fingered her roughly. And of course this anal plundering felt completely different from the vaginal version.
“There you go,” Elle encouraged her, always loving to watch the shifting from tentative involvement to growing pleasure and involvement. “Your amazing ass was… and here’s that word again… born to give us both pleasure, Vivian.”
“It still feels so weird,” Vivian moaned, trying to explain how it didn’t feel like sex, nor did it feel wrong anymore.
“I believe you. But just relax and enjoy the slow burn,” Elle instructed, as she continued finger fucking her pet as her final preparation of gaping the woman before bringing her strap-on into play.
“I can’t believe I’m letting you do this to me,” Vivian said, as she remained bent over the desk with her friend’s fingers pumping in and out of her ass.
“I believe it though,” Elle said. “I’ve been planning this adventure for some time.”
“You have?” Vivian asked as she felt Elle pull her fingers out.
“Fuck, what a beautiful gaped hole,” Elle said, admiring her handiwork.
Vivian felt surprisingly empty once the fingers had abandoned her ass.
“Don’t move, I’ll be right back,” Elle ordered, giving her friend’s big ass a friendly spank.
“Okay,” Vivian said, now feeling totally compelled to obey without any arguing.
Elle returned to the other side of her desk, this time to reach into a lower drawer and pull out one of the two pink strap-ons she kept there … and since she was taking Vivian’s anal virginity, she chose the smaller of the two strap-ons. For a sweetheart like Vivian (which she absolutely was these days, unlike before), she’d be gentle at first and use a smaller dick… although for the asshole Professor Callahan, she’d wielded her twelve-inch fat black destroyer, that had him screaming like a bitch in heat and pain until he eventually became a sissy slut and spewed his load all over his office carpet.
Vivian spied the cock and the harness, and she realized the imminence of what was about to happen. This would be the perfect time to say no… the time to rear up on her hind legs and take charge of her destiny… to reclaim her dignity… yet she remained bent over the desk… remained with her ass wide open with faint breezes wafting into it and ready for cock… ready to give up her anal virginity… as she felt a bit of wetness leaking down her leg from her very, very wet pussy.
Elle discarded her business outfit, revealing her big firm tits, her hard nipples, her shaved pussy and her sexy garter-belt and stockings… all right in front of Vivian… knowing her body could make any man weak, and could turn almost any woman at the very least into being bi-curious… Elle’s body pure perfection… and she knew it.
Vivian watched the unveiling in pure voyeuristic awe. She’d known Elle was beautiful… but as she got naked in front of her, she couldn’t believe how perfect her body was. Big tits that stood up perfectly with no sag… curves that looked like they should be on display in a sex museum… nipples so hard… a shaved pussy that was glistening ever so slightly… and sexy lingerie that showcased the entirety of her long legs and framed her pussy to even better advantage.
Elle then tugged the harness up her legs and over her hips and tightened it around her waist… grinning at her wide-eyed friend. Once everything was securely in place, she asked, “Ready to get ass fucked, sexy?”
“I’m pretty sure whatever I say, you’ll fuck my ass anyway,” Vivian said, trying to appear casual, even though she was undoubtedly curious what that would feel like on the heels of the stimulating finger banging she’d already received.
“I’m not going to rape you, my pretty pet,” Elle denied, striding back around the desk and behind the big butt she was about to fuck.
“I didn’t mean it that way,” Vivian corrected herself, startled by Elle’s interpretation.
“Then tell me what you want, my bottom bitch,” Elle ordered, slapping Vivian’s backside with her dick.
“I don’t know what I want,” Vivian confessed, wanting to feel that cock in her ass, yet not wanting to admit any such thing.
“I think you do know,” Elle contradicted her, confident of what was about to transpire, but wanting to hear Vivian beg for it, as she traced the inner surface of the gaping hole, knowing it would be even more widely gaped in a few minutes.
“Elle, please,” Vivian moaned, not wanting to admit what she was begging for while the dick teased her, tempted her, drove her wild with forbidden anticipation… knowing it was inevitable that Elle was about to take her anal cherry. Which most certainly would not be rape, given she wanted it so desperately.
“Please what, my hot little ass slut?” Elle asked as she placed her cock dead centre against the invitingly open hole.
“Do I have to say it?!”
“Yes.”
“Damn! Okay then, please… please fuck my ass,” Vivian finally broke through her reticence and begged, feeling the head of the silicone cock poised at her anal entrance.
“You’re sure?” Elle asked, smiling, since she knew the answer.
And now Vivian’s verbal floodgates burst wide open, and she babbled in a rush, “Yes Elle, fuck my ass, take my cherry, make me your… your bottom bitch,” desperate to get that dick inside her ass, and fully turned on by the wicked words fleeing from her mouth.
“Such a good nasty anal slut,” Elle praised, as she pushed forward and her strap-on cock… wider than her fingers, and longer too… began its maiden voyage into Vivian’s bowels.
“Ooooooooooh,” Vivian squealed, as a new burn coursed through her, the artificial cock spreading her asshole wider… and it burned, but it was such a good burn!
“Oh yeah, like I said, your ass was born for dick,” Elle said in a congratulatory tone, her hands firmly grasping Vivian’s hips as she slowly slid the seven-inch cock deeper into her ass.
“Soooooo big,” Vivian moaned, as the dick went much deeper inside her asshole than Elle’s fingers had… and pleasure… pain… pleasure… the conflicting sensations consumed her mind, body and soul as they waged war inside her body.
“Not really, this is a fairly small cock,” Elle said, as the last of its seven inches disappeared inside Vivian’s asshole… and it was true that every other cock she’d had inside her was bigger… with the biggest one in her collection… reserved for special occasions of destruction… was fourteen inches long and fat as fuck. It was literally called ‘The Destroyer’, and to make it hotter, she’d commissioned it to be made just for her in unending pink.
“I can’t imagine,” Vivian said through gritted teeth, feeling completely filled as she felt Elle’s body resting against her backside… that entire cock… all seven inches of it… inside her ass. It felt uncomfortable. She felt intense pain from this toy going way deeper than Elle’s fingers had. Yet even with her asshole on fire, she felt an instinctual need to be fucked.
“Just relax and give yourself some time to become accustomed to this cock in your ass,” Elle advised her as she gently caressed Vivian’s back, wishing she’d removed her pet’s dress.
“No need for that, just fuck me now, Elle; fuck my asshole and make me your ass slut,” Vivian shocked both herself and Elle by blurting out.
“I knew that a sexy bitch like you had to be hiding some freak beneath your conservative outfits and your overbearing persona,” Elle observed, greatly impressed by her friend’s brave words, and more than willing to oblige her request.
However, as Elle pulled out and pushed back in, she did it slowly and gently at first, since she didn’t want to demolish this pretty asshole just yet.
And Vivian moaned, the sensation of feeling a cock sliding in and out of her asshole providing her with a sexual rush she couldn’t vaguely understand or explain, “Oh yes Elle, fuck my ass, and take my anal cherry.”
“You’ve broken through your shyness now, so tell me straight out from now on. Do you want to be my ass slut, my pretty pet?” Elle asked, balancing her derogatory sexual terms against some flowery flattery.
“Yes, I do want to be your ass slut, your pretty pet, and your obedient plaything from now on,” Vivian declared, basking in the attention and validation she’d always so desperately craved, even if it was in such a taboo and kinky fashion.
“Oh, I’ll be giving this asshole all the attention it needs very often,” Elle promised, as she slowly fucked the virgin hole… well more accurately, the recently virgin hole.
“My asshole is yours, Mistress,” Vivian declared, her pleasure flourishing with each slow stroke, deliberately including the term Elle had earlier applied to herself.
“Good girl,” Elle encouraged, loving when a new pet began calling her Mistress of her own volition, having been slowly rubbing Vivian’s back the entire time she fucked her… but now she returned her hands to Vivian’s hips, anticipating her begging in the near future to be fucked harder. “Such a good girl!”
Each label Elle applied to her, good or bad, enhanced Vivian’s euphoria. The nasty name calling turned her on, while the flowery compliments made her equally content… someone was finally seeing her as she was… both her lovely and her filthy sides.
Elle had topped women like Vivian before. Women who’d spent their entire lives trying to earn the praise from her parents that was never going to come… and Vivian too would never be good enough for her parents… partly because she didn’t have a penis, and partly because her parents lived in a delusional world where they always wanted more than was possible, and their perceptions were far more important than reality… or… you know… insignificant details like their daughter’s happiness.
As her pain faded, although it still lingered ever so slightly as Elle’s dick fucked her, Vivian began craving more. She wanted to be fucked harder. To be pounded. So she begged, looking back over her shoulder to stare into the eyes of the goddess named Elle, “Please fuck me harder, Mistress. Fuck the shit out of me!”
Elle smiled benignly and observed, “You really are a needy little ass slut, aren't you?”
“For you I’m the sexiest, neediest, sluttiest ass slut ever,” Vivian agreed, still a little surprised by her own self-degradation, and how it somehow enhanced the pleasure inside her. She’d always enjoyed being called names when Joey fucked her, but she’d never uttered such nasty labels about herself.
“You really are,” Elle said, as she slid the cock deep inside her pet, squeezed her hips and bucked her own hips… knowing this would create a new level of the pleasure-pain principle… since she would reach new depths inside Vivian’s asshole.
“Oh my fucking God!” Vivian screamed bloody murder, as a fresh burst of extreme pain struck her because of the cock’s new reach.
“Take it, my hot, nasty anal fuck toy,” Elle ordered, administering a dozen deep, rough strokes before pausing momentarily.
“Oooooooooh,” Vivian moaned, although it was more of a primal scream-moan, as the opposing waves of pain and pleasure went to war inside her body.
Elle then began to fuck her friend’s asshole with a will. Long strokes. Hard thrusts. Her own body slamming into Vivian’s with each deep thrust.
“Mother fucker!” Vivian bellowed as Elle fucked her ass hard.
“Correct, I have done a few mothers,” Elle purred playfully as she drilled Vivian from behind.
“Yoooooou have?” Vivian asked, the idea of Elle fucking her mom like this suddenly a wickedly hot visual.
“Yeah, Mommy-sluts are the easiest gals to turn into anal bimbos,” Elle opined, that having always been her experience… since they were craving the attention their husbands no longer paid them.
“That’s so wild,” Vivian moaned, as she pushed the visual of her mother out of her head and focused on the anal railing she herself was currently receiving.
“I can turn pretty much any woman into my anal plaything,” Elle added, her success rate about ninety-nine percent. She had tried turning a college senior back when she was a freshman that had resulted up with her eating pussy instead and getting fucked in both of her holes… it was a wild role reversal and a lesson about what it felt to be the bottom bitch. She still visited her when she went back home for a lengthy bottom experience from her Mistress Bree. (Yes, that Mistress Bree: from my lengthy Lesbian MILF Seductress series.)
“Mmmmmmmmm,” Vivian moaned as she felt her orgasm rising… and she wondered if a woman could come from only being ass fucked without her pussy being involved.
Elle sensed her new pet’s next orgasm was rising… but she decided to have a little fun first. She pulled all the way out and admired the much larger gaped hole she’d now created.
“What are you doing? Shove that cock back in my asshole right now,” a bitchy, needy version of Vivian demanded in a squeal.
“I want us both to witness your taking my dick in your shit hole,” Elle said. “Get out of your dress and hop onto my desk.”
“Okay, but I need that dick back in my asshole right away,” Vivian stressed, standing upright, shedding her dress and unclamping her bra in record time, before hopping backwards onto the desk and spreading her legs like a frog in heat…. which she was, if just a human version.
“You really are a very obedient pet,” Elle said, “even though you can get rather mouthy,” as she admired Vivian’s entire body as well as her gaped hole… there was just something so erotic about a gaped asshole. “And you have such a beautiful body, Vivian.”
“Thank you Mistress,” Vivian said, appreciating the flattery, but wanting that cock buried deep in her asshole. “Now please fuck your pet’s asshole some more, Mistress. I really do need that dick back in there.” Remembering her place in this hierarchy, she was now pleading rather than demanding.
Elle again obliged, slamming back into Vivian with ease.
“Fuck my ass, fuck it good, use me like the lesbian anal whore you’ve turned me into,” Vivian babbled, never wanting this new version of fucking to end.
Elle hammered away, watching Vivian’s tits bounce, and watching the expressions of complete rapture her face was making. The three hottest things in the world to Elle were: a gaping asshole, watching a slut’s facial expressions, and listening to the moans and words of a woman getting fucked… especially when she was about to come… a woman was so completely vulnerable at that precious moment.
“Oh God, I think I’m going to come!” Vivian bellowed, as she brought a hand to her pussy and began frantically rubbing herself.
Wanting to get her new pet off, wanting to hear what Vivian sounded like when she came, Elle kept pounding her ass and ordered, “Come for your Mistress, slut. Come like the pretty anal slut you now are.”
Vivian rubbed her pussy as if her life depended on coming, as she made inexplicable sounds and babbled incoherently, “Oh… fuck… Elle… Jesus Christ… ass… oh God… oh fuck… fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!”
Vivian’s legs stiffened, her back arched, and as she came, she squirted an incredible amount of cum upwards all over Elle’s tits and belly.
Elle had never seen a woman squirt so much cum, literally drenching her body… it was so hot!
Vivian trembled intensely, experiencing the most intense orgasm of her life. Her head went light as wave after wave of pleasure cascaded through her.
Elle, happy as fuck, pulled out, briefly admired the gaping hole, quickly stripped off her harness, hopped onto her desk, straddled her closest friend, and dropped her pussy onto her face. “My turn! Get licking, slut,” she ordered.
Vivian opened her eyes just as Elle’s pussy was lowering… her eyes went wide, and upon hearing the order, she extended her tongue and licked her very first pussy without hesitation. Of course Elle tasted heavenly… everything about her was pure perfection… her scent was subtly strawberry, her taste exotically fruity.
“Good girl, lick my pussy my pet,” Elle moaned as Vivian began licking her.
“You taste so good,” Vivian said, having never put much thought into what a pussy might taste like… and as she licked, she wondered if all pussies tasted this good. Joey had complained that hers tasted like codfish, and after a single lick he never went down on her again.
“Happy you like it! You’ll be dining on it quite often from now on,” Elle said, loving the idea of having someone she could call upon while she was studying or working, who was already close to hand. Elle was impatient by nature, and waiting for a pet to come from any distance to service her was sometimes irritating.
“Anytime, Mistress,” Vivian agreed mindlessly, knowing there was no going back after this life-changing experience of being sodomized, and then discovering the delicious taste of pussy. Or at least Elle’s pussy for now; and since she was fully on board with obeying her Mistress in all things, she suspected she’d soon be directed to sample various other women’s pussies as well and thus be given some opportunities to compare.
“And anyplace,” Elle added, loving to require a pet to go down on her in risky spots… and also kinky ones, such as while skydiving.
“Yes Mistress, whatever you require of me,” Vivian agreed happily, lapping away hungrily.
Elle moaned, “You’re a natural pussy licker, my pet.”
“Thank you,” Vivian said, getting turned on every time she received such a compliment… it was like one of her kinks was receiving praise.
“You’re welcome, my hungry pussy-pleasing pet, now roll over,” Elle said, as she laid back on her desk, reached down, grabbed the back of Vivian’s now face-down head and pulled it deep into her wet pussy.
Vivian licked aggressively, as she was suddenly face planted into Elle’s pussy. She assumed the dominant act was a wordless command to eat this pussy even more aggressively.
“Oh, yes my pet, lick me, suck on my clit my beautiful pussy-licking pet,” Elle moaned, grinding her pussy upwards and into Vivian’s face.
Vivian did as she was told, although she could only partly hear what Elle was saying, since she’d wrapped her legs around Vivian’s head and they were snugly covering her ears. Nevertheless she licked vigorously and did her best to suck on her clit… being face fucked in a way she’d never imagined possible.
Elle, close to coming, really began to grind upwards against Vivian’s face and tongue. Pulling her hair and grinding up into her face was finally enough to get Elle off, and she flooded her pet’s face with her cum. Unlike Vivian’s recent primal scream that might have alerted anyone on the floors above and below them, or in the rooms on either side… although fortunately it was after hours… Elle emitted only a soft moan and simply allowed her orgasm to wash through her, as she quaked and held onto Vivian’s head.
Vivian hungrily licked the wetness that didn’t coat her face, but did coat her tongue, while she discovered how good this pussy’s cum tasted.
For a couple minutes Elle just held her pet’s face securely in place and enjoyed her orgasm… while Vivian continued licking, unable to capture enough of the sweet taste of Elle’s pussy, since no conceivable quantity of it would ever be enough.
Elle finally pushed Vivian away, rolled over to climb off the desk, pulled her pet to her feet, and kissed her. Vivian melted into the kiss… so sensual… so intimate… so different from kissing any boy.
When Elle finally broke away, she smiled into Vivian’s face from a few inches away and said, “That was fun.”
“And wild,” Vivian added.
“Wait till I pound your ass with my ten-plus inch cock,” Elle forewarned.
“I can’t imagine,” Vivian said, thinking tonight’s cock had gone deeper than any she’d thought possible.
“Oh, I’ll make you more than just imagine it,” Elle said, turning Vivian around and slapping her ass.
“Yes Mistress,” Vivian said, her pussy still tingling, but her ass feeling so empty. She asked, sounding like a complete slut, “Can we try that now?”
“You hungry whore,” Elle accused affectionately, glancing at the clock. She was supposed to meet Emmett in under half an hour.
“You turned me into one,” Vivian pointed out.
“True. We still have twenty minutes available,” Elle said; Emmett could wait a little while… the restaurant just a ten minute walk away…
Vivian bent back over the desk, spread her ass cheeks and said, “Well, then fuck my shit hole with the ten-inch cock.”
“So insatiable,” Elle smiled, as she went around her desk and fetched the other cock in her dildo drawer.
The end