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behind in the air, she felt one of his fingers, covered in a lot of cold lotion, run down the crack of her ass.
     
    She didn't think anything of it, besides it being cold and a little unpleasant, until she felt that broad finger find her little pucker and circle her hole.
     
    "What? No!" she cried.
     
    She jerked forward, tensing up and squeezing her ass shut, starting to crawl off the bed away from the bizarre violation.
     
    Apparently, he anticipated that, because his strong arm encircled her waist and held her where she was, pinning her a little to the bed.
     
    "You let me put my hairbrush inside your pussy, didn't you?" He asked her.
     
    "Yes," she said, frozen with fear.
     
    "I did it because you needed help and you wanted to be filled so badly," he said, "Didn't I?"
     
    "Yes," she said.
     
    "And you made me get hard, and you agreed to help me take care of it, right?" he asked.
     
    "Yes," she whispered.
     
    "And you bit my cock, correct?" he asked, slowly, patiently.
     
    "I didn't mean to!" she whispered, totally miserable.
     
    "I know you didn't, sweetheart, but the fact is that your teeth touched my shaft, and that's never okay," he said.
     
    She was silent, but still. She heard everything that he said and knew that it was all correct, she'd done everything that he had said that she had, and she knew that she always had to face the consequences of her actions.
     
    "And you don't want my cock in your little pussy, so you're a virgin when you get married, right?" he asked, just as slowly, just as patiently.
     
    "That's right," she said, nearly inaudible.
     
    "So, I can't put my cock in your mouth because you can't control your teeth properly, and I can't put my cock in your pussy because you want to be a good little girl, right?" he asked.
     
    She nodded.
     
    "All that leaves me is your little ass," he said, with the air of a man laying down an irrefutable argument.
     
    She shook her head.
     
    "I know, sweetheart, it feels dirty, but I promise you it isn't. You are so pretty and clean, and you were just spread right open for me, your asshole wasn't a bit dirty," he went on.
     
    She shook her head.
     
    "How about I make it up to you? Do you want my cock in your pussy, or in your ass?" he asked.
     
    "I don't want it anywhere," she said, a little more loudly than before.
     
    "Well, that's an option, of course. I won't ever put my cock in a girl who doesn't want it," he said.
     
    She hesitated. His arm was still wrapped around her waist, his body was still pinning her in place... but her body was responding to the touch, her clit was aching, and she didn't want him to go.
     
    "If you tell me to leave this room, I will," he said, "I'll leave this room and I will never speak to you again."
     
    She stayed silent. She was so conflicted. The idea of having a big fat cock in her ass was horrible, but she knew that she'd made him hard and she had to suffer the consequences.
     
    She didn't know what to do. She wished there was someone else she could ask, she wished someone else would walk into the room and rescue her from this decision.
     
    "Of course, I'll tell all my friends that you blew me," he said, and she gasped.
     
    "What?" she said, "You can't do that, I, no!"
     
    "Of course I can," he said, still calmly, "I don't want any of my friends to get their cock bitten off by you, I'd have to warn them that you're a danger to their pricks and they should steer clear of you."
     
    "But, they'll think I'm a slut," she whispered. She couldn't have people knowing that she'd let herself be alone with a man, let herself be used, let him tease her with a hairbrush, let herself get on her knees for him.
     
    "Well, if you don't want people to think you're a slut, maybe you shouldn't blow a stranger," he said, still calmly, still cruelly.
     
    The enormity of how badly she'd let herself get defiled in the heat of the moment hit her, and she sagged against the bed.
     
    "Please don't tell anyone," she