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I turn and bend, my ass so close it fills his far-away screen. I suck my fingertips, then spit of them to make them wet. I spread my buttocks wide with one hand, middle finger circling my anus, closing on its void. I want to tease him. I want him to tell me what to do next. I want him to tell me to slide it in.

I imagine the swollen head of his cock, my gasp as it urges the outer muscles to release the first, involuntary clench. Slick with saliva, it’s as if my finger is somehow not a part of me. My breath shallows to a pant as I picture a crooked, animal-like phallus within me, widening the dank cavities to the edge of their forgiveness. I angle my ass upwards slightly. My finger penetrates it, plunging to the final knuckle.

I can sense the first tremor of an orgasm: contracting muscles, an unfamiliar wetness, a dizzying pulse at my temples.

 Look at me, I whisper. I want to be fucked like this. I want you to pull aside my hand and thrust your thick, gnarled cock into this too-tight hole. I want to savour the tremor of fear, the slight anticipation of pain. I press my finger deeper, stroking and massaging the ribbed musculature beneath the flesh.

 I come. An intense heat fills my ass. Rectal muscles spasm and there’s a pungent whiff of blood and shit. I suck hard for air, then exhale it in a rasping, primeval grunt. I close my eyes as the room around me spins.