Aisha Rimmed

Nude save her binder and mask, Aisha followed Truck's order and lowered her chest onto the counter where she knelt, shoving her rear into the air as the position opened her cheeks.

"He really did a number on you," Truck muttered as he ran a finger lightly alongside her anus, then sighed. "Well, let's soften that scab a bit."

Her mask flashed, and she braced herself, expecting a rough cloth to grind against her, but instead, she felt a fluttering softness.

"Uhn..." the quiet moan escaped before she knew what it was, and her toes curled.  Another silky smooth, warm touch that her mind couldn't comprehend, and she was breathing heavily.

With her chest down, she was in no position to look back to see what he was doing, and she could only whimper out soft moans and pant as those fluttery-soft sensations continued, and then something slithery and wet slipped into her anus.

"Ah...!" She arched her back, pushing her rear higher.

Behind her, Truck chuckled, and the strange object, whatever it was, left her asshole.

"Enjoying this?" he asked.

"I... I..." She couldn't catch her breath, and a moment later, she felt her labia part as something rough glided between her lubricated labia.

"Don't worry too much about thinking or talking.  Just let yourself feel good."

She managed a tiny nod, and then arched her back sharply as the hot and slithery thing slid into her ass again while his rough, she assumed finger, slid slowly up and down between her labia.  Her breathing became heavier and heavier, and her whimpering moans drew out longer as he kept up, ever-patient, even as her body started to tense.

She felt something move side to side between her cheeks, and then the slick, wiggly sensation pushed deeper, and his finger began to slowly trace circles around her clit, barely touching it as every brush of his calloused digit brought more whimpers and more tension.  Her moans became louder and longer, and slick liquid dripped down his hand and her thighs.

The thing in her ass began to slide in and out instead of wriggling side to side, and her ability to stop her noises at all ceased as the smooth and soft thing remained persistently painless and strangely pleasant, growing moreso the more his finger teased the very edges of her clit.

"Ah...!  Ah...!"

She had to pee!  She struggled to hold it as she closed her legs, but he pushed them back open and kept on, persistent.  His finger started to move tighter around her clit, contact with its side growing constant.

She felt her thighs trembling as the sensation of needing to pee grew, and her cries and breaths grew louder.

He pressed down on her back, and she obediently raised her ass, letting the strange thing inside it go deeper as his finger circled more and more tightly.

"W... wait, I have to...!" She was losing control.  She felt drips squeezing out, but he didn't stop. "I...!"

She tried to curl, but his hand kept her chest down.

She lost control.

It felt like peeing, but from the wrong place, and her body refused to move, but still Truck kept on, circling and thrusting.  He was in full control of her body, and her mind felt empty aside from his effects on her body, how he did as he pleased and how he manipulated it to his own desires, all while giving only one order: to get into position.

"Sir...!" She whined as the stream of liquid continued, and his hand on her back kept her hips still, even as she heard her fluids splattering.  His tongue continued to tease her ass as his finger stopped at the top of her clit, letting the tremors in her body and the pulse in his finger stimulate her through her orgasmic loss of control, all while his eyes stared into the back of her head, taking in the subtle twitches of her back muscles and neck.

"I... I'm sorry—"

His eyes narrowed mischievously, and he started circling again with his finger.

"AH!" She hunched her head sharply as another squirt of liquid shot from her

He continued his torment, drawing orgasms, moans, and apologies from her until she finally jerked violently away, only to collapse flat onto the counter and tremble, unable to take anymore stimulation.  He wiped his mouth on his forearm and stood straight, cracking his back and neck as he stretched.

"Hey," he murmured as he unfastened his pants and leaned over her limp form. "Let's help you cool down..."

She nodded, too dizzy to object, then moaned loudly as he lifted her leg, then slid his cock into her well-lubricated cunt as it writhed around him, still rolling through all the orgasms he'd given her.

She stared up at him, and he slid a finger along the side of her mask, sliding it up to display her lips before he caught her face and kissed her panting lips.

She tightened around his cock, a moan teasing his tongue as he filled her.

By the time he was spent, she had three loads of his seed deep inside her, and she danced at the edge of consciousness.  Still, shaking fingers rose and wrapped around his shirt as she pulled him down with a kitten's strength, then held on, whimpering as her body twitched, her nerves still twinging from the abundance of stimulation.

He chuckled quietly as he wrapped his arms around the thick woman he now owned. "Best thing I ever strongarmed from that piece of shit," he repeated breathlessly as he stared down at the woman he'd just melted.