Emmy Claimed

Mr. Jackson returns hours later with a smile
In his hand a black little baggy with "Slut Center" across it
I stare at him as he looks at my bruised ass
"Such a Pretty Ass Emmy." He coos as he swats it once more
I cry out and hold back my tears as my sore tushy screams
He chuckles and drops to his knees level with my hit cunny
I feel him traces the outer edge of my sex
I moan as he teases me making me overly wet
I hear the bag rustle and then hear a a gentle hum
Then the vibrator meets my puckered hole
"No not my ass!" I gasp but he doesn't let up
The bullet push in even harder and pain surges forward
Tears fill my eyes as the oddly satisfying sensation comes forth
My cries turn to moans and my pussy pulses feeling forgotten
"Do you want my cock?" Mr. Jackson purrs
"Yes sir." I answer before I could change my mind
I feel his throbbing member force into my virgin hole
Pressing against my hymen and the bullet in my ass
I cry out in painfully enticing pleasure as he breaks through
Thrust after thrust he shoves in me deeper and deeper
"Oh God Oh God" I howl as my pussy begins to pulse
Clutching onto his cock like a lock and key
"Yes Cum my Little Slut." Mr. Jackson growls
Faster and faster his hard thrusts meet my aching core
My mind reeling i no longer have the engery to move
My limp body being fucked like a rag doll
My master grunts as I feel his seed spill forth deep within me
'Now I claimed my Territory." Mr. Jackson purrs