He tore his pants open and pulled his bulging prick out, eyes wild with excitement.

"Still… still gotta… check… this other hole," he panted. "Gotta make sure… you ain't got no… drugs up here."

He pressed his cock against her asshole and forced the head inside. Amy continued to weep, the sound increasing in scale and misery as she felt her asshole pulled open and something forced inside.

She didn't even know it was his cock, having never felt one back there, and having little experience with cocks anyway. Her eyes were closed and she was shaking as deep, gut wrenching sobs escaped from her.

Compared to the pain of her pussy the small ache in her rectum as he forced his cock up into it hardly bothered her at all. It was one added humiliation for her, but the pain in her pussy was far more important.

She didn't even look around as he forced his cock way up into her butt hole, not until he jammed it in to the hilt and his balls and hips pressed firmly against her ass cheeks, did she realize what it was he had done, what it was that he had pushed into her asshole.

She didn't bother protesting, but the knowledge brought a fresh burst of sobbing and moaning from her as Paul slapped his hands down on her ass cheeks and laughed in pleasure. He began to fuck his cock up her ass with fast, deep strokes, sighing in satisfaction as he drove his cock up into her belly.

"There you go," he cooed. "Isn't that niiiiice!"

His cock pistoned steadily, evenly, in and out of her asshole as she sobbed in misery and pain. His hands slid up and down her body. He pushed his hands under her chest and squeezed her heavy breasts, his fingers digging into the thick, fat meat.

He mashed his fingers into her tits and forced her chest up off the table, pulling her back against him. She continued to weep and moan as he slid his lips down on her throat and began to lick and suck on the nape of her neck.