"I… can't take much more of this," Greg gasped.

His body was aching, rippling with desire. He wanted nothing more than to throw her forward, to hammer his cock deeply into her shitter, but an unseen force seemed to hold him down. For the first time in his life he knew what it was like to be powerless.

"Fuck me faster," he said, his voice laced, with pleading.

Sara continued doing exactly what she had in mind, to drive him completely wild with torture. It was a delicious feeling, knowing that she now had him in total control, exactly as she had been only a few moments before. The idea made her shiver with growing anticipation. She chewed all the toes of his right foot into her mouth, then let his leg fall to the floor. She remained still for several seconds, then grabbed the backs of his knees.

"Now, you bastard!" she cried out, bending his legs. She slipped her feet just under her ass so that she squatted over his middle. "I'm going to fuck you so you won't walk right for a week!"

Greg watched fascinated, almost terrified, as she began slapping her ass up and down, drilling his cock in and out of her shitter. His nuts had flopped out of her cunt and now lay glued to the insides of his thighs from a thick residue of cum and pussy juice.

"Goddamn you!" he yelled, grabbing the carpet, his face contorted in pure agony. "F-fuck me, you whore! Jesus, do it!"

Just as he had used, had violated, he was now being used, violated. Sara, he knew, was concerned with only one thing – her own pleasure. His pleasure was merely incidental, and somehow it made the sensations even more powerful. His nuts began throbbing with life, the swirling masses of cum churning to blast through his tight, constricted sphincter muscle. He raised himself, hanging onto her jerking body, his hands cupping her flopping mounds of tit. He kissed the back of her neck tenderly, just the hint of his tongue over the delicate, perfumed flesh.