I fantasise about being fucked in the ass. On my back so he can see my expression as I struggle to stay composed. He's been reaming me for a while now, but I can tell by his breathing that he's close. I'm exhausted and ready for him to cum. Then he tells me, "Squeeze me."

It hurts to clench my asshole on his cock. But I'm a good girl so I do my best. But he slaps me anyway. "Keep squeezing," he instructs.

So I tighten around him and try not to let up even as he starts moving inside me again. Slowly and deliberately he uses my impossibly tight ring to find his orgasm.

At this point my composure is ruined. I gasp and whine in time with his strokes. Regularly, I'm just overwhelmed and forget to keep squeezing him. But he quickly reminds me by slapping my face, or tits, or even my pussy. Cruel, quick, and sharp hits that shock me back into compliance before he resumes his pumping.

When he pushes into me like this, each stroke feels like the first one. And when he pulls out I can imagine him in such detail as my ring presses hotly around his contours. It's like my body is fighting him and losing over and over again. It's not just painful. It's draining. And I can feel the stick of sweat between me and the beadsheats. But I am a good girl. So I close my eyes and try to endure. It helps to hiss and groan. So, even though I hate to give him the satisfaction, I let myself vocalize through my torment.

He cums unexpectedly, twitching and pulsing and leaving hot fire inside me. Until at last, I find my reprieve as he starts to soften.