I Kissed A Girl (and she fucked me) 4

“AHHH! Katy baby… sweet whore… it’s real good… such a good fuck!” Rihanna crooned, watching in half disbelief as she saw Katy’s anus lasciviously roil on her strap-on, sucking and milking it, trying to get an even more brutal fuck out of her partner.

She drove in gleefully, watching that hotly pulling opening get fed all it could take.

After she was finished, she would turn Katy over and make her suck it, suck the dildo clean of her own ass like she’d no doubt done for every guy who came inside her, and then she would fuck that pussy until Katy fainted from joy. Not because Rihanna wanted anything but Katy’s ass, but just so the white girl knew that her every hole was Riri’s property.

The insincere little bitch would not get away with just giving up her ass. No, it’d be all night, until this dildo was worn down to a nub. Right now, Rihanna felt like she could fuck the entire world…

Katy wagged her ass vainly, feeling Rihanna’s hands move from her swollen breasts down her belly. They ran into her softly curling pubic thatch. One finger slipped inside those curls easily, seeking out the vulnerability of her juicy interior. Katy cringed. No! Not that! It’s too much already! Please don’t make me come anymore, not so soon! I’m being victimized! I can’t enjoy it so muuuuch!

Her silent protests were no use. Rihanna would not have cared even if Katy had the strength to voice them. The finger imperiously entered Katy, snaking along folds she hadn’t been aware of, touching places that led to pleasure she’d never known. Her slit coiled, her belly throbbed, and her treacherous sex convulsed all along the length of Rihanna’s finger.

A hand moved up to Katy’s fiercely stiffened clit; a finger stabbed into it. Katy’s head rang. She felt her clit buzz, her whole cunt buzz, a sensation reverberating all through her fraying nerves and awakening flesh.

She willed herself not to feel the delicious passion Rihanna was instilling in her, but her body just kept responding and responding. Desire drenched her, thrummed into the strap-on at her core and made her feel as perverse as Rihanna was.

How could anyone use her so casually, so viciously? How could she enjoy it? How could Katy be such a whore as to love it, craving more, willing to beg for more at the mere thought of Rihanna stopping?

“We gon fuck all night, baby… fuck and fuck… me and that sweet ass…” Rihanna worked two fingers inside of Katy’s burning, flooding pussy. She curled them inward, up to Katy’s G-spot, feathering her with tastes of ecstasy even as she mercilessly fucked into Katy’s well-opened asshole.

Katy tried to back away from the evilly pleasuring hand, only to impale herself more on Rihanna’s ravaging dildo. For a moment, she blacked out, only conscious that the whole of her existence was being wrapped around the well-oiled piston at work between her splayed buttocks.

“OOHHHHH… RIIIIIII!” Katy sobbed, awakening to a delectably warm lassitude that demanded to be felt, settling unwanted over her aching body to replace the soreness with the satisfaction of a slow orgasm. It was pleasant, but just as voracious spreading from her pussy as the jagged delights that were thundering from her impaled anus.

Her hotly throbbing cunt had an electric charge running through it thanks to Rihanna’s skillful fondling—her clit was quaveringly hardened. She felt the torrid signals flashing through her nerves, radiating into her assaulted anus and make the real sensations coming from it impossible to discern.

It was too much… a humiliation that ran deep below the surface and cost her even the ability to say she didn’t want this. Had she wanted it? Did she want it now? When she invited Rihanna here, and dressed the way she did, how could she not have known what would happen? How could her body be enjoying this so much without yearning for it in the first place?

“That’s the way, ho… that’s being a good lil hooker… back it up to me… gimme that good ass… show a playa how you like it, girl, yeah, love me a phat… ass… white… bitch!”

Rihanna fingered her cunt harder, mercilessly drilling into her G-spot. Katy squealed, her pussy hungrily clenching on Rihanna’s hand. Her body wasn’t just writhing now, it was slowly, involuntarily, approaching orgasm—the fullest expression of the sneaky throbs Katy had enjoyed so far.

Soon her favorite PAWG would be screaming for more instead of screaming for it to stop. A smug grin wracked Rihanna’s face. She’d give it to her, too. No being stingy just because Katy had acted like such a biyatch. No, that was weak shit and she was on her king shit.

She’d waste no time in letting Katy know that she was the best—the lesbian hookup she’d had and dismissed on a lark would be forever branded in her memory and even if she summoned up the strength to refuse to be Rihanna’s anal bitch again, she would still remember. Touching herself in the shower while thinking only of how glorious it had been to have a canyon for an asshole, courtesy of Fenty.

Rihanna could no longer think, only react as the overpowering convulsions inside Katy translated down the entire length of the strap-on and roared right into her pussy. The head was lodged just inside Katy’s tight little anus, but Rihanna was still close enough to feel the heat coming off her. And with some space between them, she could see the compulsively squeezing muscles trying to repel intrusion.

Rihanna laughed harshly at them; ain’t no way Katy was getting her out with that weak-ass ass.

What Katy clearly had forgotten was that all her struggles were doing was to interrupt the pressure and expand her tiny, cringing sphincter into something big enough for the work Rihanna was going to do with it.

With a jubilant cry of triumph, Rihanna plowed her hips forward, driving the big dildo far up into Katy’s bowels. Paying no attention to how Katy shrieked—and oh lord, was she crying bloody murder—Rihanna ground away every inch that tried to separate them.

She didn’t stop until she was buried to the hilt, feeling Katy’s fine ass up on her loins. The heat of Katy’s helplessly flowered pussy bloomed down around where her balls would be if Katy were getting boy-fucked like she said she wanted.

“Yah, that’s good… that’s just where it goes, baby,” Rihanna grunted. “Mmm, those tits of yours are grand, ho, but if people knew how tight your ass was, even now… shiiitt!”

As the shock of being sodomized left the forefront of her mind, Katy found the pain was receding too. She couldn’t believe. Was she getting used to this? Had she been stretched out so desperately that she was actually a proper receptacle for that monstrous thing? If she was, how could she ever go back to the right shape… would she be forever opened by the enormous hardness that’d been rammed into her so mercilessly?

The night air gave her sensation to take her mind off such unseemly thoughts. It billowed under her, cooling her burning breasts. She was naked save for the bunched skirt and blouse around her waist, held out of the way by one of Rihanna’s hands while the other played at her cunt.

Her pendulous breasts, swelling with the desire Rihanna was imparting to her, tingled. Her cunt smoldered, shamelessly aroused by Rihanna’s skillful touch. The strokes between her cheeks brought on an undeniable pleasure, however masochistic. All over, what she was already feeling was intensified by assaults on another front: Rihanna’s cock in her ass, her fingers at her pussy, even the filthy words Rihanna was spouting.

Katy’s breath came rapidly, wishing there was a way she could assure the audience that it wasn’t her, she didn’t like being ass-fucked, it was that she was being fingered and sodomized and exhibited like some kind of sex show. It was too much for her normal reservations. She had to give into all this debauchery! She had to come!

No matter which way Katy flailed her body, there was no stopping the debased feelings filtering through her awareness, reaching the pleasure center of her mind. Her nerves tingled and flamed. It felt so incredible! She couldn’t even wish it to stop! The hungry core of her greedily pulled at Rihanna’s fingers, speaking more eloquently than she ever could of her need. Both of her openings were voraciously demanding to be filled—thanking Rihanna for this delight with exquisite suction!

“OOOHHHH! AAAHHHH! RIHANNA! RI-RIIII!” Katy cried under the thrusts of that plundering strap-on, and a grinning Rihanna drove it home harder than ever.

Katy took it, her hair swirling in dark confusion all about her head, sweaty ringlets moving with the same pleasured writhing and twisting that Katy’s body was now making.