Those Long Gotham Nights 4

His words struck her ears like a hammer hitting a gong. “You’re going to—you can’t fuck my ass! No one fucks me up the ass! You’re already too big for my pussy, you’ll tear me apart!”

Bruce liberally stroked his cock, greasing it with the hand sanitizer. “Still a little bit of a virgin, then? I wouldn’t have expected. Well, there’s a first time for everything. This is yours. Hope you weren’t planning on sitting down anytime soon…”

He placed himself directly behind Audrey. His hands, wet and warm from lubing up his cock, cinched on her waist. Then he shot forward. Audrey cried out, a yell that was completely subsumed in the explosion of pain she felt.

“AHHHH!”

His cock drove between the svelte cheeks of her ass, making it ripple outward with the force he was bringing to bear on her puckered anus. The tight muscles refused to let him in. Bruce persisted. He knew he could get inside her. He pressed forward, gentle but firm, slowly making the sphincter allow him access. It couldn’t deny him. His prick slipped into the confines of the tightest part of her body.

Audrey’s jaw dropped, her eyes rolling back in her head as he forced his way into her bowels. She gurgled in too much agony to truly express it, her flesh feeling split in two, her asshole had been so completely impaled.

“Shit, Audrey, you really are a virgin,” Bruce grunted. “Not even had a finger back here, have you?”

“Just a t-tongue,” Audrey replied blankly, her head totally empty. Her mind felt like a bathtub with the stopper pulled—water slowly spiraling down the drain.

“And now it’s just a nice little cocksleeve.”

He kept pushing into her. Even as her passage tightened to the point of pain, Bruce kept going, trusting that her rectum would make room for the hardness of his cock. And finally, without her tightness ever seeming to diminish, the passage ever entirely giving in, his balls were nestled against her sweetly clenched pussy.

Audrey’s mind returned from the void enough to witness the pain of being so utterly stretched, so entirely taut. “God, oh sweet Jesus, it hurts! It fucking hurts!”

“Not on my end,” Bruce told. No, now that he’d slowed down, her asshole was tightly wound around his cock, its pressure giving his shaft a nice massage. It was almost enough to milk an orgasm out of him just standing there. “C’mon, Audrey. Come on, you dirty slut. A little pain’s not going to keep you from climaxing for me, is it?”

Audrey grimaced, shocked at the distorted face she saw in the mirror, red and sweaty, tormented to a rictus smile of bittersweet pleasure. And, looming over the reflection of her face like an evil moon, there was her once-tight ass, virgin no more, towering over her with that big cock she’d wanted so much buried all the way in.

Her body was on fire, burning hottest at that point in the mirror where her puckered anus sucked the base of his manhood. Audrey shivered and shook with the inescapable thought that he had sodomized her, taken her virginity, made her his bitch, nothing but an anal bitch. 

It felt like his cock was red-hot, boiling the juices that ran out of her helplessly aroused pussy. Every twitch of Audrey’s violated body felt like an earthquake, shaking her apart. How could she still be breathing? How could she take being fucked as hard as she was? Wasn’t there a limit to what a woman could take? Didn’t a body stop at some point instead of getting more and more and more?

Bruce had filled her up completely, opening her up as she’d never thought she could be. How was there room for all of him? How could there possibly be room?

Then he was pulling out of her. The relief should’ve been as unimaginable as the tension of being wrapped around his erection. It wasn’t. The emptiness he left inside her was worse than the threat of being killed by that massive intrusion into her bowels.

“No, no, don’t! Not now!” Audrey pleaded, not sure what she was saying even as the words slipped out of her. “Put it back! Fuck me! Put it back in and fuck me! I’m not finished yet. You’re not finished yet! You can fuck my ass all you want, just don’t, don’t stop!”

A laugh clawed its way out of Bruce’s throat and echoed through the small room, taunting Audrey. He kept pulling himself out of Audrey no matter how her ass clung to him. 

Finally, only the engorged knob was still between her cheeks, holding open the sphincter that desperately wanted to close, return to a fraction of its original tightness. He paused there. His prick throbbed at her entrance, the shakes reverberating far into the empty walls of her asshole, left so tender by how they’d stretched.

Bruce’s hands ran around her sleek hips, down to her pubis and the fleecy hair that protected her cunt. He pushed into it, the pressure bringing her pussy alive after the numbness of all her feeling seeming to go through her impaled anus. Audrey moaned in stark pleasure. 

Big, blunt, but oh so accurate fingers sought out her small clit. He stroked it. Audrey gasped, a kick of an orgasm hitting inside her. She came, juices soaking her pubic hair, and then, when she was totally unready for it, Bruce sodomized her even more.

While she was panting her way into the throes of climax, he slammed himself hard into her ass. His hips snapped against her pliant buttocks, fucking her rectum with all the speed and might and stamina that his masculine body possessed. She had goaded him, tempted him, even masturbated herself with him. Now he was taking all he wanted, not allowing Audrey to deny him anything of what she had offered.

“Get ready, cunt. It’s time I make you come,” Bruce said, his voice hard, but not insulting. He just seemed to be calling her what she was, as when he’d named her a slut, a whore, even a cocksleeve. Inwardly, Audrey thrilled to hear herself called those things. If she wasn’t the bitch in heat implied by those words, how could she possibly take his cock pumping into her like it was?

His words about bringing her to orgasm were no idle threat. Bruce’s hips exploded into a frenzy of thrusts, pistoning into her hot ass like he was determined to know how much she could take. He felt her tightness suck at his cock and wanted more. The faster he went, the tighter her asshole seemed to get, until Bruce’s teeth were gritted to keep him from giving into her ass’s demand for his cum.

Bruce kept going into her. Harder and harder. He had to. Even as he gave Audrey what she wanted, he wouldn’t let her think that she had seduced him. This was a mistake and she had made it. Now he was punishing her for it, showing her how sluts got fucked since she was so determined to be one.

Audrey’s girlish attempts at seducing him had aroused Bruce despite everything. He certainly hadn’t intended to fuck Diana’s best friend right under her nose, but seeing all Audrey had to offer and how readily she gave it to him, he had to take advantage. Hearing that she was an anal virgin had sealed the deal. How could he pass up the chance to be her first? From here on out, it was quite possible that Audrey would never sit down again without thinking of his cock. Wouldn’t that make things interesting for the woman on the throne?

Bruce pumped into her harder, trusting that if she had taken what he had given her before, she wouldn’t break now. It was enough to send Audrey out of her mind with enjoyment. She came repeatedly, her muscles tensing up, the walls of her rectum crushing down on Bruce’s shaft. The feel of being in that fierce grip was more than he could take, but Bruce resisted it for as long as he could. He kept thrusting, kept pistoning into her, brutalizing her asshole into giving another of her climaxes over to him. 

“That’s it, ‘your highness’. Come for me. Come from being fucked in the ass. Come from being my whore. I don’t ever want you to forget how much you loved being my slut,” Bruce husked out, his words ringing in Audrey’s ears as he finally gave her his cum. 

His cock gushed white-hot seed, pumping it all the way up to her bowels, filling Audrey with a molten warmth that she never could’ve imagined.

Audrey felt the surge of his semen into her asshole, through all of her anal passage, and her body tensed up even more. It felt like it would break in half. Instead, she came, hard. 

She skyrocketed, then plummeted back down, coming to her senses, feeling again his stiff cock and his torrent of searing cum in her ass and his rubbing fingers demanding ecstasy out of her burning cunt. Audrey came again.

She couldn’t stop herself. She thought of Bruce and Diana together, Diana getting fucked like this, coming for him like she’d come for Audrey, and the royal climaxed yet again. Harder than before, she orgasmed like she was doing it for both of them.

Audrey gasped and quaked and finally collapsed, falling weakly to the counter, totally drained of all feeling. She’d been excited beyond what she’d ever felt before; now it was all over. She felt his engorged cock melting in her ass, coming out of her splayed hole with a flood of excess cum. The hand sanitizer he had used as lubrication tingled on her sphincter. But she felt good. Audrey felt totally unashamed of being his whore. It was the most fun she’d had in a long, long time.

“Shit, Bruce, that was incredible!” she managed to exhale. “When can you fuck me like that again?”

“Never.” Bruce gave her a shove, spilling her down onto the bathroom floor. She laid there beneath him, totally boneless, numb, nothing but the rapturous ache where her asshole had been his. “You got what you wanted. Hopefully that’s enough to convince you to be careful what you wish for.”

Audrey rolled over, not even trying to conceal her nudity. She let her legs fall open obscenely wide, showing off to him not just her bare skin, but the radiant afterglow that came with a fuck as good as what he’d given her while he was trying to make her beg for mercy.

“You think I should stop being a slut? Why? Don’t tell me good girls make you come that hard. Don’t tell me Diana makes you come that hard…”

Bruce sneered at her in disdain. He gripped his cock and shook it free of the clinging cum on the tip. That rained down on Audrey, a glob of it splashing onto her naked chest. She looked down at it with a wicked smile.

“You can do better than that,” she goaded.

The look Bruce gave her—and he had to give her a look—told Audrey that this wouldn’t be the last time she got a taste of his wonderful cock. Not the last time and definitely not the best.

If this was how he fucked her when he thought she was a cheap slut, Audrey wanted to see him try and kill her with that cock.