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fit.”
    Curiosity flashed across his face. “Don’t tell me you’re an anal virgin.”
    “No. Yes. Well sort of.”
    “Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?”
    “Not with a cock if that’s what you mean.”
    He let out a smile as if he was a sugar addict who’d been presented with an unexpected cupcake. “There’s a first time for everything. You did grant me an all-access pass.”
    “Can I revoke it now?”
    “Too late, kitten. I’m going to fuck your every hole, and you’d better like it.”
    “Oh man.”
    A dark thrill crept through me as he splayed my legs wide apart and stroked my pussy lips.
    “Pretty,” he commented on my cleanly shaved sex. “Just like the rest of you.” He oiled me with my own juice, his fingers eddying on my anus.
    My sphincter contracted at his very touch. My pussy spasmed.
    He pushed a finger in my ass, burying it knuckle-deep. I tensed. My muscles clenched from the intrusion, tightening around his finger. I felt violated, so lewd and tawdry, but excited at the same time. My ex, Mac, had liked playing with my ass once in a while, but he’d never had the guts to actually fuck me there. I was too tiny, Mac had said, and he’d worried he would’ve hurt me. But this nameless man, a finger bang extraordinaire, didn’t seem to mind if he hurt me there. He was going to fuck my every hole and I’d better like it. The notion elicited a sheer anticipation inside of me.
    “Damn. You’re tight,” he announced in a matter-of-fact tone. “I guess today is my lucky day. Yes?”
    I only whimpered. He inserted a second digit into my asshole, stretching me to prepare my body for a bigger object. My heart thundered. I stole a glimpse at his granite-hard cock. He was fully erect now. Oh fuck. He was going to tear me apart. I sucked a hard breath and the panic caused my sphincter to contract.
    “Relax, kitten,” he cooed to me, “try to relax for me.” He pulled his fingers out. He wetted the toy with his saliva and pushed the blunt tip of the anal plug into me.
    “God.” I mewled.
    The plug was five times bigger than his fingers. The rings of muscles of my sphincter denied the entrance at first, but then surrendered when he forced that toy inside me. A scream halted in my throat as the slick, thick, cylindrical toy invaded my virgin hole. My muscles clasped around the plug, protesting the intrusion. A deep, dark feeling overcame me. The toy felt weird, surprisingly good, in a wicked nasty way. I was so turned on by the impact, my pussy creamed.
    “There, there,” he rasped, almost lovingly, his voice thick with lust and approval. “How’d you like it?”
    “Fuck,” I gasped.
    “We’re getting there, don’t worry.” He shifted, leaning above me to check my handcuffs. Satisfied with what he saw, he wedged himself between my thighs, his broad chest against my swollen nipples, belly to belly, and his hard cock resting on my stomach. The erection felt hot on my skin. His tip glistened with pre-cum. “Last chance. Do you want to know my name?”
    “This is supposed to be a quickie.” My voice sounded desperate. If I knew his name, I’d be thinking about him after this was over. If he stayed anonymous, I’d be okay. It would be a nameless fuck. Nameless cock. And I’d move on.
    “Well, kitten, you picked the wrong guy.” He leant down, brushing his lips over mine, teasingly. “I don’t do quickies. Ever.”
    “Great. I knew I shouldn’t have picked you in the first place.”
    “Why did you?”
    “You’re delicious.”
    His laugh rang to the ceilings. “Do you want to know something? It’s fate, our encounter. We’re like moths to a flame.”
    “Burn me then.”
    “Mmm.”
    I shuddered as he stroked his ready cock and positioned his tip on my drenching pussy. He thrust, spearing me open with his pristine virile meat. The thick, fat cock ripped my pussy with semi-brutality. I yowled. Even though I was more than ready, the initial penetration was not