All That Matters

His penis slid back and forth inside her asshole as if it were a piston pumping inside a cylinder.

Violet moaned, biting her lower lip and squeezing her eyes shut. He was hurting her-which was good. She could take it, she reassured herself. His girth was uncomfortable; at times, it was even a little painful, but it wasn't anything she hadn't suffered before, and it was nothing she couldn't bear now. In a few minutes, he would reach the point of no return, anyway, and her discomfort would end in a flood of passion.

Jason had lubricated her well before penetrating her, and she could hear the lubricant squishing and gurgling around his cock and within the ring of her impaled anus as he fucked her with increasing urgency, plunging hard into her ass and grinding his pubes against her compressed buttocks. As much as Violet enjoyed anal sex, she knew that he loved it even more, and she understood why.

She knew that it made him feel strong and powerful. To fuck her this way swelled not only his cock, but also his ego, making him feel like a giant among men. By fucking her in the ass, he asserted his dominance over her, his authority over her, his supremacy to her, making her adopt a role that had nothing to do with her femininity. He stripped away her womanhood, making her an object; by using her ass as a cunt, he implied that she might as well be another male, for a man could serve his needs as well as she could. In her case, of course, this was true, since he had no alternative but to fuck her in the ass.

Reaching behind her, Violet found Jason's hand and drew it around her waist, to her genitals. He frowned, trying to remove his hand, but she held it in place. "Masturbate me," she pleaded.
Shit! Jason thought. He hated to honor her request, because it detracted from his brutal use of her ass and, even worse, severely damaged, if not destroyed, the illusion that, in butt fucking her, he was stripping her of her identity as a woman. He knew he had no choice but to acquiesce, though.