A purr rumbled from my throat.CRACK!I hissed and yowled. The pain burned across my ass and then sank into my cunt. My juices flowered. I wiggled on hi...s lap. My belly rubbed on his dick, making it twitch and throb. I purred louder, loving this.CRACK!“Yes, yes, punish me,” I moaned. “I was so bad.”CRACK!“Such a naughty slave,” he growled, my ass blazing hot.CRACK!Juices flowed out of my cunt, staining his thighs. His every blow reminded me that he owned me. That my pussy belonged to him. His was. I just drool at the thought of his amazing cock. After we had both recovered from our rather intense love making session, Ken laid beside me on the bed. Looking me sternly in the eyes, he said to me, “I don’t know what your mother is going to say, but I think this job is going to run overtime. There is a lot more to do here than I imagined. When she comes home, will we be able to do this again here; or will you have to come to my place?” We were both in recovery mode and already making plans. Small but very spankable, I love feeling hands on it as I am used. I grasp it and spread it apart. After so my years my hole is well fucked and it certainly looks it. Used by countless cocks and more, it almost pulses at the prospect of what’s to come. I’ve never wished to have a pussy and nor do I call it one either. Rather I think of it as something else entirely. I can clench it tight and milk whatever is in me, controlling how much pleasure my lover receives. I like it rough, hard and to be. The terminonlogy was so degrading, but kept Anika in a perpetual state ofheat. Her sex life with John had always been good, and had jumped with Fifty Shades of Grey, but these last few weeks had been the best with her fantasizing about being a Hucow. After John left for work and took the boys to school, she dug the oldbreast pump out of the closet and it sat on the table in front of heras she drank her coffee. Was she really going to use this to get off. Yes, was the only answerin her head as.