My pussy is on fire. Swollen from the crop, my nether lips bulge. If Mr. Marshall wishes to use my pussy, it will be hell. I hope he just uses my ass....I hate anal sex, but anything would be better than his huge dick in my tender cunt.Robert takes me to the master bathroom where I must contemplate myself on the full length wall mirror. Gone is the trendy girl that arrived here this afternoon. In its place is a shredded fearful slave. I have to look at my ass first, with its ten stripes, now dark. She felt humiliated, here she was spoken to like a little girl, and soon to be punished like one, there was no doubt about that. But something about it, the thought of being controlled by this pretty attractive man, to do his bidding, made her feel a rush of butterflies in her stomach. As she lay herself down on the desk and stretched her arm, she noticed she couldn’t reach the chair. She pushed herself up more, standing on her toes, to finally reach and grip the chair with her hands. But. “Shut up slut I’m fucking this ass if you like it or not” he scolded her, slapping her ass hard, and ramming the rest of his thick cock deep in her ass. “omg it burns” she yelled, moans mixed of pain and pleasure. She stopped resisting so much and gripped the sofa, yelling into the cushions screams that were between bloody murder and oh yea. Tyrone gripped Samanthas hips and slammed his huge black cock into her tight ass like a stud. The clenching, screams, and protests just fueling the scene. "She could be ovulating any time in the next few days. It's not a really good time to take a chance like that." I could see Dad's eyes twist up, almost in pain, at the thought of pulling out. Still, I knew he would do it, if Mom told him to, or I objected too much. I could almost hear him mentally pleading, "PLEASE!" I guess Mom could too; having lived with Dad so much longer than I have. "Oh, go ahead," she conceded, almost in defeat. "But only once; then you'd better pull out. I don't suppose.