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But Liv kept going, just a little slower. She felt Peyton’s body slumping under her and didn’t go any further. Instead, she withdrew her giant cock, letting Peyton close up again, and then returned, stretching her tortured hole again. And coming back out again. This time Peyton didn’t close up so tight. When Liv thrust into her next, she opened up easier, stretching just a little wider…

Liv reached down under Peyton’s kneeling body, slicking her hand down her toned belly. It went across the creamy skin, into the soft pubic thatch, down to cup her pouting mound. Liv pressed the heel of her hand into Peyton’s clit, levering up the pressure until it was enough to get her off, then easing off on it. She drove into Peyton’s ass while pressuring her clit…

Peyton felt spasms of delight mixed with the wracking pain of being sodomized. Her vision cleared. She saw herself in the mirror, pinned absolutely under Liv, her hand claiming Peyton’s cunt.

As Liv took her ass, she rubbed her hand minutely up and down on Peyton’s straining clit, making her feel her ecstasy stir as much as she was in pain.

Suddenly the moans coming from her constricted throat didn’t sound like they were coming from a woman who was hurt.

“You’re my bitch now, Counselor. But I take good care of my bitches. I give them all the fucking they need. You need lots of fucking, don’t you? Too much for just your pussy. You need it in the ass.”

“It… it doesn’t hurt so bad anymore,” Peyton admitted.

“I’m sorry it hurt, Peyton.” And Liv’s voice sounded absolutely plaintive all of a sudden. “I never want to hurt you. But I knew how much you’d end up enjoying it. I couldn’t deny you that.” Her voice grew rough, lewdly debauched. “Before I’m through, you’ll only want to get it in the ass.”

The lascivious statement, the domineering tone of Liv’s voice, the idea of now being her best friend’s anal bitch… the thought that she could be ass-fucked and debased and enjoy it… completely confused Peyton. She was left utterly unmoored, knowing only that Liv loved her—no brain could change that—and that whatever pain she was in, it was becoming intractable from a growing sexual pleasure.

Liv settled her weight onto Peyton’s ass, forcing the strap-on deeper into her passage. Peyton choked: moaning, whimpering, and crooning all at the same time, so that no one sound could make it out of her. She forced her ass up, wanting and needing more of Liv’s sodomizing prick. Liv rewarded her, fingers at her sex, two of them sinking inside her and stroking right at her G-spot.

Peyton couldn’t take her eyes off the mirror. She saw her face wild, her body undulating, rolling and pitching to the tune of pure sensual ecstasy. With superhuman strength she drove herself up to her hands and knees.

Liv, sweating hard and even flushing red at the core of her albino body, rode her. Peyton almost giggled at the sight—her Amazonian physique was nearly giving Liv’s petite body a piggyback ride. But Liv was still fucking into her hard and deep, her hand demanding incredible pleasures from her throbbing core.

With all of her strength, Peyton bunched her cheeks up, squeezing Liv’s strap-on until she gasped in her ear: “You’re really getting off on this, aren’t you? You’re really loving being fucked in the ass?”

With a dreamy smile, Peyton flexed her buttocks tight again, squeezing the big dildo as hard as she could. “All of it, Liv! I want all of it now! Put it all in me!”

“Yeah! Yeah! My very own ass-fucked Peyton!” Liv shrieked, going mad. She pounded Peyton’s asshole with brutal thrusts, what felt like her entire hand deep in her hotly writhing cunt, seeming to feel the sodomy from the inside.

Suddenly the pressure was too great. Liv roared and a rush of her cream poured against the base of her strap-on, sprinkling sideways to paint her own crotch and the backs of Peyton’s thighs.

“No! No! I haven’t come yet!” Peyton whined.

“Relax, bitch,” Liv tittered. “It doesn’t go soft. But I do think it’s time you show me how much you like being my ass-fuck whore.”

With her strap-on still spearing deep into Peyton’s anus, Liv rolled over onto her back. Peyton went with her, ending up straddling her recumbent lover. She felt Liv’s strap-on still penetrating deep into her bowels. Spreading her legs open to display her wet cunt to the mirror, Peyton found herself such a lovely picture that she actually wished someone, anyone, would walk in on them and see her getting fucked in the ass.

It was such an obscene thing to want, so unlike her, but all of this was unlike her. Unlike Liv. Not anything she’d ever known she’d liked, but now that it was here, how could she do anything but enjoy? She reached down with both hands. One massaged her clit. The other slid two fingers into her drenched sex.

Peyton watched herself in the mirror, convulsing with the thrusts she took, Liv moaning as she ground her pussy into the base of the dildo. She made sure to stake it good and deep into Peyton when she rubbed herself into her end of it.

Peyton saw the thick shaft of the dildo between her buttocks. With each plunge, she felt it stretching her wide open. She was riding it, making those aching thrusts happen, and much as it pained her, she felt fantastic, wild and animalistic and alive. Her body was bathed in sweat that caressed her like a lover should. She moaned, gasped, undulated, and spasmed, and screamed and watched herself come. Her body contracted and trembled, shuddering as if impacted by each ejaculatory launch that fled her, wetness flying out of her and almost touching the mirror her reflection was sprawled in.

“Oh yes, yes, I’m coming, coming from having my ass fucked, I’m riding that fucking dick and making myself come and—Jesus! God! Look at me!”

“Yeah, I’m looking at you,” Liv groaned. “Next time you’re riding this cock facing me. And when you come—and you’d better come—you’re splashing that cream all over me! Do you understand, counselor? I want to be wearing the fucking orgasm I give you!”

And she brought herself to a trembling climax at the thought, pumping herself against the dildo, wiggling it around in Peyton’s ass, making all of the counselor’s luscious body jiggle and sway in the mirror until Liv has masturbated herself to an orgasm. Using Peyton as her personal fuck doll, which the brunette found wonderfully arousing. She almost wanted to start bouncing on the strap again, but as soon as she’d come, Liv toppled Peyton over.

On their sides, Liv threw her arms around Peyton, holding the taller brunette to her body. Peyton could only breathe, each tiny shift her breath made in her body causing it to roil against the intruding dildo. Jagged bolts of arousal and pleasure filtered through her. She whined and moaned, but Liv only petted her softly, soothing her like an addict going through withdrawal.

“You want more already, don’t you?” she whispered in Peyton’s ear. “That’s how much of a bottom bitch you are. I just fucked you in the ass for the first time and all you can think about is when you can be my ass-fuck whore again. That, and how much time you wasted not bending over and spreading those cheeks the first time we met. Because believe me, I’ve been thinking about fucking that sweet little ass this whole time. And now that I’ve taught you how good it is to be my little anal bitch, you are going to be giving me your asshole on a daily basis. This brain’s given me a lot of ideas and I plan on starting a lot of good habits with you before it wears off.”

Peyton bit her lip. “Are you going to fuck me now?”

“No,” Liv cooed teasingly. “I’d like a little appreciation from my anal bitch. Tomorrow you’re going to beg. You’re going to lube me up with that fucking sexy mouth. Mmmm, yeah, you’re going to tell me how much you love being my private sex-toy.”

“I could do that now,” Peyton said, uncomfortably aware of how pouty her voice had become.

“Uh-uh. I want to really hear how desperate you are. All those nights of you fucking teasing me with that body, walking around in just your panties and a little T-shirt, no bra, not enough shirt to cover up that cute belly button… God! You made me want it…”

“I didn’t know.”

“Yes, you did. ‘Even the girls want Peyton.’”

“But I didn’t know it was like that!” she protested, tears now coming to her eyes…

Liv took it down a notch, slipping out of her anus and petting her hair. “Hey. Hey. Okay, I admit it, I didn’t know either. I thought it was just… you. That body. You could give a dead man a hard-on.” She finger-flicked her dildo. “Or a dead girl, for that matter. If you really want it, I’ll give it to you. But God, Peyton, it turns me on so much to imagine denying you all night… making you go to work with nothing more from me than a buttplug to hold you open. Then getting you home, after you’ve been thinking about me the whole time, and just fucking ruining your hole—”

“Shit, that sounds unbelievable,” Peyton said, squeezing her thighs together. “But I don’t think I have the willpower. I will be a nervous wreck tomorrow if you do that to me and I have cases to argue. Please, Liv… you know I am addicted to you. You can make me a nervous wreck sometime I’m on vacation. But right now, I think you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I really need to just overdose on Vitamin Liv… please?”