The Birthday Gift

She got down on her knees with me and reached around all the way around to my asshole. In doing so she had to get so close to me that her body was rubbing against mine. She was so turned on by all of this that her nipples were rock hard. For as incredible her tits felt pressed against my chest there was something else turning me on even more. When she pushed her body up against mine my cock and her dildo were trapped next to each other between our stomachs. But what got me the hardest was the curious finger probing my anus. After spreading some lube around my hole she started teasing it with her index finger. Then she gave it a sudden shove. I called out in pain. It was a call that was only met by the cruel laughter of two merciless mistresses who were loving every second of this. Lori forced her finger in as far as it would go and pumped it in and out several times before removing it completely. Each pump sent a flare of pain and humiliation through me. And somewhere in each pump was a hint of pleasure. Part of me actually was liking this. Perhaps I really was the cocksucking whore they said I was. I wanted to beg for her to stick more fingers in there, but I knew that if she thought I was enjoying this she might stop just to punish me. So I said nothing as Lori stared coldly right into my eyes and slammed her index and middle finger up my ass as hard as she could. Her blue eyes were showing me nothing but anger and a sick twisted joy. She wriggled her fingers around and stroked my prostate. I couldn't help it anymore. Her tits writhing on my body, her dildo rubbing against my dick, and the brutal thrusts she was giving my ass were just too much. The orgasm was the hardest I can ever remember. I realized right then and there that I really was the gay bitch that they were calling me. The next thing I realized was that I had just blown my load all over all over Lori. She recoiled in shock and anger. "You fucking whore! You ARE enjoying this!"

Then just as quickly she calmed down.