I bent over and spread open my ass cheeks. I tried not to think about what was coming next, which was hard because you can never really get past it when a man is inside your ass (you can try, if you like) -- but I knew that I had to do this before he came. I couldn't afford to have him think about anything other than fucking my asshole, or something else equally as filthy. I closed my eyes and let out a breath. It wouldn't take long until he got started -- he liked to start slow -- and then I would be able to relax, finally. If only the pain in my ass would go away. The first time was always the hardest, especially since I wasn't sure exactly what would happen after.
Maybe the man would want to move on, maybe he'd stay longer. But I didn't want to wait around for that either. I would just come whenever he did, with no hesitation at all. My body craved his touch so much I could taste it, feel it, every little detail. I wanted him to fuck me raw and leave nothing but an imprint on my inner thigh; I wanted to have his semen splattered across the sheets and the rug, so I could remember this night forever. I imagined the man's fingers running through my hair and my back arching off the bed as he fucked me senseless; his mouth pressed firmly against my neck while I bit down on his shoulder blade while he fucked me from behind.
I heard my own screams echoing up and down the stairwell and into the hallway until I couldn't hear anything else anymore.
I wanted him to carry me outside, into the street, and fuck me with his face buried between my breasts, his tongue lapping eagerly at my nipples. Then I imagined him shoving me hard against a tree. I wanted people to see me being used like this, to look at us, and then laugh. It made me feel powerful, invincible, and desirable. So many times I had fantasized about it, imagining myself on display, in the streets, in a hotel lobby, in front of crowds, but none of it happened. I hadn't been able to imagine the humiliation of actually having someone walk up to me and watch me. Of course there were other reasons why I couldn't imagine it happening - it would be dangerous of course. but maybe that would just make it more exciting. Maybe that was the point. Maybe it would be thrilling for people to see me helpless, desperate to please. See me being a slut. Begging to be degraded. Fuckin' begging. To know that I belonged to some asshole.
I didn't need him to tell me that, though.
It was obvious in the way I was feeling now, the throbbing in my clit and the way my stomach clenched and heaved when he moved inside me. I just wanted the whole world to see. The whole damn country, if possible. To be a part of it. To experience my own pleasure and degradation. I felt my stomach begin to tighten again. I didn't know if the pressure was going to hurt later or not. He didn't stop moving inside me yet. I hoped I wouldn't cum before the end of it, because I wasn't sure I could bear being tied to my chair any longer. He moved harder, faster, and then he pulled out and stood over me for a moment. He stroked his cock rapidly. I closed my eyes and waited for him to fuck me again, but he didn't. Instead I heard him grunt slightly, his cock twitching, his hand still wrapped around it. Finally, he came. A stream shot all over my ass, me and I felt the warm wetness run over my thighs, making me shiver. He stepped toward me and wiped his cum onto my tight little pussy. I reached for him and he slapped my hands away. I was too stunned to react, too numb to protest.
"Don't touch," he said savagely, "You're disgusting." He looked down at me, almost disappointed. "please!" I begged. Still tied to the chair, I waved my ass in the air, hoping he would notice the wet streaks.
