A Future Society

The Guardian straddled her on the bed and kissed, lightly at first, the stubble of his beard brushing her smooth cheeks. Then like usual he shoved his tongue inside and played with her own, his breathing growing heavy. They were always like this, she thought. Like animals. His enormous erection was pressed against his stomach, and her own cock, shrunken and practically invisible compared to his mammoth seven inch member, stuck straight into the air. His hands were clutching her shoulder so tightly it began to ache.

She felt a warmth spreading from the collar. Someone was watching. Probably the Mistresses. Maybe even the Madam. Whoever it was, they wanted to make sure she enjoyed it. The heat spread into the back of her head, all the way down her spine and through her loins to the tip of her small four inch dick. Her asshole began to pulse. She returned the kisses, ran her nails down his muscular back, wrapped her smooth legs around his waist.

The Guardian knew his signs. He stopped kissing, stood up from the bed, and spread her legs with his hands like he was opening the curtains of a window. Anna was completely overcome with feelings from the Collar. She wanted him inside her – now. Her own breath was rapid, her breasts heaving and nipples standing as erect as her member.

"Place it in me," she said, though she wondered if the Guardian ever knew what he was doing besides satisfying his own desires. He aimed his cock at her girlish cherry and entered slowly, out then in, out then in. Her gasps matched his rhythm, the pain giving way to a pleasure that went from deep in her bowels to her dick. She took her thin, manicured hand and began to stroke herself as the Guardian sped up until he was practically ramming her. The bed was rocking, the pain and the pleasure were mixed. Her hand continued pumping, her other fumbling on her breast. The Guardian was pumping until his face was crunched and he looked ready to pop.

With a final thrust he pulled out, coming all over Anna's chest, globs of white cum dripping down her curves onto the sheets. Her hand was a blur until she felt the pleasure surge through her tiny, shaven balls, letting out a few small droplets of her own boy juices that refused to disappear, still clinging to a past life. Remember when you used to shoot as much? the little voice said.