A Lesson from a Hairbrush

When she returned, her skirt was neatly back in place, though her upper half was now only covered by a tight black bra that pushed her large breasts together temptingly. She paused in the entrance, drinking in the delicious sight that met her eyes. The two round, tanned globes, pushed high into the air and highlighting their firmness under the bright lights, were lovely, stretching into two lean, curvy legs. Marla entertained a fantasy of tasting the young girl from her toes and all the way up to her overly-used cunt, but knew that that would have to take place another time. Tonight was not a night for Kacie’s pleasure.

Oh, Marla mused silently, sauntering into the room, she knew Kacie had found the spanking pleasurable. Most likely, she would also enjoy the events to come. But the spanking had been necessary; a punishment, as would be what came next. Well – Marla hid a smile – they were punishment for Kacie, but definite pleasure for herself.

She grazed her nails along Kacie’s spine, traced circles over the silky skin. Immature and horny, Kacie hardly knew what to do with herself. Luckily, Marla chuckled to herself, she knew exactly what to do with naughty girls like the tasty Katherine.

She traced shapes over Kacie’s back until she saw her skin raise with gooseflesh, then knelt behind the soft, round ass, leaning in close enough for Kacie to feel her sultry breath on her most vulnerable of areas.

“You have quite an ass on you,” Marla said throatily, skimming her nails up and down the insides of Kacie’s legs. “Have you ever let any of your little fuck buddies stick their cocks up there?” One hand slid up the insides of Kacie’s thighs, higher and higher until one finger rested on the puckered hole Marla spoke of.

“No.” Kacie’s response was terse, harsh, quick. Marla poked the tip of her finger inside.

“Don’t lie to me, you dirty slut.”

“I’m not –“ The finger jabbed inside, and Kacie screamed. “Marla, please, it –“

“The truth, Katherine. Don’t fucking lie.”

“I – I let David.” Kacie’s head hung even lower, her tone even more ashamed. “Just once, Marla, I swear. It – it hurt way too bad. I wouldn’t let him do it anymore.”

“You’re such a fucking whore.” Marla jabbed her finger in and out, knowing it hurt, relishing in the ability to control the situation. Then, just as suddenly, she removed it. “I’m sure you’ll get used to having someone fuck you up your dirty little ass soon enough.”

“Wh-what?” Kacie sounded panicked, and Marla smiled and straightened. Slowly, she edged her skirt up, revealing a thick, gleaming, seven-inch strap-on, though Kacie couldn’t see it. She leaned forward, pressing the tip against Kacie’s used pussy. It slid in easily, and Kacie moaned. “What is that, Marla? Is that a dildo? What are you doing?”

Marla began to fuck Kacie in earnest, ignoring her charge’s frantic questions. The base of the strap-on pressed directly on her clit, and she loved how it rubbed so hard and quick against it. “You love Marla to fuck you, don’t you, you little slut? You want to take it so hard, so fast . . . God, you just love a hard cock, don’t you?”

Kacie moaned something that sounded like an assent, and Marla
continued to pound the fake dick inside of the girl. “It feels so big, even if your loose, cum-filled pussy, doesn’t it? You want to suck on Marla’s dick, fucking whore? Do you?”

Marla came then, nearly collapsing on the girl in her effort but making sure she remained lodged inside. Slowly, she eased out. “Get on your knees, slut,” she commanded, backing up slightly.

Kacie followed her commands automatically now, kneeling before Marla, gazing up at her through eyes glazed with pleasure and just a bit fearful. Marla shoved the strap-on into Kacie’s face. It bumped into her cheek, her chin, her lips. Marla pushed a bit harder. “Suck it.”

Kacie’s mouth opened, allowing the faux cock, slathered in a concoction of her own juices and the remains of David’s cum, to edge into her mouth. She licked it greedily, feeling every bit as dirty as Marla claimed she was as she did so. The flavor consumed her mouth, and she reveled in it. Who knew that she tasted so good?

Kacie was only permitted to suck on the cock for a few short minutes before Marla barked at her to hang over the edge of the couch again. She heard subtle, unidentifiable noises before she felt Marla jab a finger inside of her asshole again.

This time wasn’t so painful; it eased in, and Kacie realized that Marla had coated it with a lubricant. That was as much preparation as she was allowed, however, before Marla removed her finger and slammed the strap-on straight up Kacie’s nearly-virgin ass.

“Oh, my God, Marla, no, don’t –“ Kacie’s cries were blatantly ignored. “Marla, it hurts so bad, oh, God . . .”

The cock was thick and unmerciful, jamming into Kacie’s tight passage like a rocket. Marla was moaning as she thrusted. “Take it all, you little slut. God, you know you want my fucking cock. Oh, God, I love this tiny ass of yours, you fucking whore.” She grabbed Kacie’s hips as she shoved her cock into the girl. “You love being fucked up your ass, don’t you? Don’t you?” She slapped Kacie’s still reddened behind as she slammed the strap-on into it, and Kacie yelped. “Say it, slut.”

Kacie was crying again, her asshole burning with the pain of having this fake cock inside of it. “I love it,” she choked out, hating herself as she realized it was true. Her pussy had never been this dripping, sopping wet with any of the guys she’d been with.

“You love what, tramp?” Marla’s hand connected with Kacie’s flaming flesh again.

“I love it when you fuck me up the ass,” Kacie wailed, her face flushing vibrantly as she said.

“You want me to fuck you harder, you fucking dirty whore?”

Kacie’s body shuddered, in arousal, in fear, she wasn’t sure. She was uncertain of how much harder Marla could truly pound into her, and a bit nervous to find out, but she was learning her place. “God, Marla, fuck my asshole harder,” she begged. “Fuck it so hard . . .”

Marla’s pace quickened, and her slams became even more aggressive, more painful. Kacie felt her orgasm building, beginning to claim her tense, wired body. Marla slapped her hand against Kacie’s ass cheek again, delighting in the scarlet affect.
Between the thick, wild pressure in her ass and Marla’s heated slapping on it, Kacie couldn’t take it anymore. She began to moan and thrust backward as she lost herself to her orgasm. “Yeah, Marla, fuck me, God, my asshole loves having your big cock in it, oh, God,” she shouted, feeling her cum gush from her pussy.

Marla’s body began contracting at nearly the same instant, the gyrations against her hard, swollen clit delectable, not to mention the mere sight of her thick, plastic cock sliding into Kacie’s ravaged asshole. “You’re my fucking whore now,” Marla yelled, her last few thrusts the hardest and deepest, sending Kacie into a delirium. “Your asshole belongs to me, slut.”

Kacie was too breathless to argue, and most likely too hot to care at this point. She’d never came like that before, never cum so much that she could feel her juices flood out of her pussy and begin trickling down her legs.

“Say it,” Marla hissed again, keeping the cock deep inside Kacie’s asshole until Kacie panted, “I’m your fucking whore, Marla. My asshole belongs to you.”

Marla smiled, satisfaction oozing off of her as tangibly as
the cum was oozing from her pussy. “That’s right, you dirty little bitch.” She shoved the strap-on inside of Kacie’s gaping pussy. “From now on, you will only fuck men of my choosing and only when I say.” When she sensed Kacie was going to protest, she slapped her round, red ass again.

“I swear,” Kacie said meekly.

“Of course, immediately after, you’ll come here,” Marla continued, pleased with the response. “And show me your dirty, cum-filled pussy.”

“I swear.”

“Well,” Marla said thoughtfully, plunging the cock in and out softly, “the only other rule is that you will always do exactly as I tell you to. Always. No more of this hesitating bullshit, you whore.”

“I swear,” Kacie agreed.

“Good.” With that, Marla began fucking Kacie’s pussy with a vengeance, rocketing them both toward another lightning bolt orgasm.