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Ariana.”
    He refilled his glass and jiggled it in front of me again. “This time, I want you to hold it in your mouth. I didn’t buy you to spit, Ariana. Do we understand each other?”
    I took a sip and held the liquid in my mouth, after a bit the sting faded to numb.
    I loved being told what to do.
    “Don't swallow!” Brian’s cock sprung free when he pulled down his shorts. Grabbing the back of my head he forced my mouth onto his sex. Whiskey ran out the edges of my mouth and down his shaft.
    “Harder!” He fisted his hand in my hair and rammed his dick down my throat. All I could taste was the whiskey, but I gagged on his smell.
    His clean shirt a hygienic lie.
    Brian hadn’t showered in a week at least.
    I clung to his hairy pale thighs and opened my mouth as wide as I could and let him fuck as hard and deep as he wanted. The faster he came, the quicker I could breathe.
    “Good girl.” He grunted and thrust a couple more times, then patted my cheek and pulled himself out of my mouth, as hard and erect as ever.
    He hadn’t cum.
    “I want you to get on your hands and knees and read to me.” Brian handed me a Bible from the bedside table.
    “I can't,” I said, face hot with shame “It's too wrong.”
    “That's what makes it so right.” Brian’s pudgy face twisted into a pout. “Please?”
    “Go on then.” I kneeled on the bed with the Bible laying in front of me. “Which part should I read?”
    Brian knelt behind me and shoved me down so my face almost touched the holy pages. “Just read.”
    He fumbled my pussy with this fingers and forced them inside. He started slow and it was easy to read, but as his pace and depth increased, I lost my place time and again.
    “Read!” He yelled whenever I stopped.
    I read from the Songs of Songs.
    He inserted his finger, without lubricant or warning, into my ass.
    “What are you doing?” I turned over, but he kept rolling me back and shoving his finger deeper and harder inside me. “Read!”
    I tried but muscles I never knew I had, spasmed in delight.
    Pleasure quickly exceeded everything else and pushed aside reason.
    I buried my face in the Bible and breathed in the musk of old page. My whole world reduced to the size of Brian's finger. To the wickedness of what he was doing to me, of what I was letting him do, what I wanted him to do!
    He pulled his finger out and I moaned.
    “Don't worry, little lady. Brian will make it better.”
    That was a lie, at least at first.
    He pressed the hot tip of his cock against my ass and then all six inches of his sex into my taint, stretching me unnaturally. Delightfully.
    He took me fierce and hard, too much, too quick.
    I squirmed, but he shifted so that his full weight crushed me to the bed. He covered my hands with his, where I clutched the sheets, and thrust into me harder and harder.
    No attention was given to my clit.
    Brian didn't touch it.
    He had no need of it, he had found another spot hidden away where it was forbidden to go. Where even Kitty hadn’t licked.
    My moans turned once more to pleasure. Mouth buried in the sheet, I relaxed into Brain’s thrusts and let him slide deeper into my ass. He made a series of weird squeaks and thrust once, twice, three times and came deep and hard where no man had ever cum before.
    I came with Brian slumped on top of me, wheezing like a man on the verge of an asthma attack.
    After a few minutes, he spread my buttocks and snapped a photo with his phone. “Now, that's what I call the perfect cream pie.”
    He showed me the close-up of my cream-filled anal cavity.
    “You don't mind if I add you to my collection, do you?” he asked. “I never had a cream brat before.” He snorted with glee.
    “Sure.” I closed my eyes and snuggled into the pillow, slipping my arms under it to find the cool, fresh sheet underneath.
    Brain had already well and truly taken the pie, he might as well keep it too. “As long as I can stay here and get some sleep.”
    “As long as