"Daddy?" Alice said, in the car on the way to the hotel.

"Yes, princess?"

"Since you put a baby in me, I have a special favor to ask."

"Anything, Alice. Anything at all."

"Will you fuck me in the ass tonight?"

Hitchhiker Alice, mother-to-be of my baby and my new future wife, was buck naked on the bed, on her elbows and knees, her bottom up in the air at the perfect fuck-my-ass height.

Luckily, there'd been a store open on the way back to the hotel, and I'd ran in and grabbed a jar of vaseline, and now I swiped a big dollop onto my finger, grabbed a beautiful pale ass cheek with my free hand, and pulled it to the side. Alice reached a hand around and did the same to the other cheek, so that her anus, a tiny pink fucktoy hole, spread open to accept her fate. I rubbed my lubricated finger over the tight muscle, messaging, slowly working in, until my finger entered the humid warmth. I circled my finger, now wedged inside to the second knuckle, stretching the tense hole open.

Alice gave a whimper as I slid a second finger in. "Relax, Alice," I said gently, when I felt her tighten her asshole against the added pressure. In response, she tightened even more.

"Relax," I said, more assertively. "Mggh mugggah," she answered, her face now buried in the pillows.

"What?" I said, my two fingers in her ass pressing against either side of the taut muscle.

She lifted her head momentarily. "Don't wanna."

"You do as Daddy says, princess."

Her face back in the pillows, her response was to tighten the muscle again.

I gripped her ass cheek tightly with my free hand, squeezing hard, then let go and raised my hand in the air, and brought it down with a hard slap. Alice grunted into the pillow. Two fingers in her ass, I held her in place and spanked her again.

By now, I was painfully hard and well passed ready. If she was going to be resistant, then so be it. I pulled my fingers out and stepped back, kicking off my pants, then returned, grabbing my cock with one hand and her ass cheek with the other, pulling it to the side. Alice reached back and did the same, and her pink asshole was there for me to take.

She moaned, when I pressed my slickened cockhead against her asshole, even though I hadn't yet entered her. Then I pushed my hips forward and had a perfect view of that tight little puckered muscle as it clamped shut, resisting my rude intrusion. She groaned and moved forward, instinctively resisting with her whole body, so I grabbed her hips, forcibly pulling her back into place.

"Let Daddy in," I hissed. Gripping tightly to her hips, holding her in place, I pushed in again.

But Alice didn't let me in. Her body tensed, and her anus tightened even more as my cockhead made its second attempt at entry. I watched with fascination as my head forced its way into the tiny hole--the reluctant muscle was strong, to be sure, but it was no match for the strength hands holding her hips in place, and for the weight of my body focusing on the tip of my cock, and little Alice whimpered, then sobbed, and I watched my cockhead disappear inside her.

"Oh god," she whispered, dropping down onto her chest and gripping the bedsheets. "Ohhhhh."

My head finally inside the gripping tightness of her anus, I paused, then pulled my hips back and watched as my crown emerged from inside her, then half my head, then all of it entirely. Once I was out, her asshole clamped closed, but the sight of its continued stubborn resistance inspired me, and I reversed course, pushing in again, slow, forceful, and deliberate. I heard the poor pregnant girl moan as I watched her anus once again stretch against her will to accommodate my thickness. My crown passed into her, I paused again, then pulled my hips back until I was completely free, then pushed in.

I continued this process, gradually stretching her while I forced her teenage ass-pussy to give me head, until eventually she had been strained and stretched enough by my persistence that her anus offered little by way of any further resistance, and I could slide freely.

This was the first time I'd ever felt an ass like this, broken, compliant, fully open. Though, to be honest, this was only the third time I'd ever had my dick in an ass, and twice it was Alice's. The first time was an abject failure, years earlier with a chick named Linda when I was in college. In those days, people didn't talk about anal sex. I'd heard of it, but it didn't register as something I even wanted to try. Linda was the instigator, it was apparently something she'd been wanting to try since she was a girl. But neither of us had any idea what we were doing, and it hurt her too much, and she made me stop. Things went much better with Alice, that first night that we had sex, although much of that success was probably attributable to the fact that she stoned out of her mind, and besides, she isn't exactly the sort to tell a guy to stop. But though her ass was fun to fuck, it didn't seem like it was going to get me off that night. I think Alice understood this better then me, when in the course of the event she asked me to finish in her pussy.

But not this time. This time, her asshole had given in. Given up. And it was fucking glorious. I slid into her as deep as I wanted, all the way to the root, balls ramming up against her pussy, and I fucked her ass just like I fuck her pussy when she begs for me to do it hard.

When I felt my orgasm beginning to boil, I lifted a hand from her hip, raised it in the air, and brought it down in a hard ringing slap on her ass cheek. I was so loud I was sure that the people in the next room over must have heard it, and likely heard her painful cry as well. I spanked her hard again, and again, and again, her pale ass cheek turning a bright, painful red, but I kept spanking her until I finally orgasmed, a whole fuckton of pent up stress from the day unleashing into her bowels in a torrent of cum.

It took a while for her to even move afterwards, once she'd collapsed onto the bed. I lay down next to her and put my arm around her and kissed the top of her head, and finally she turned to look at me, grimacing a little at the movement. I slid a hand down to a tit and gave a squeeze.

"I think your baby is already making my titties swell," she said, a little unexpected smile on her face.

"I think so too," I answered, gently kneading the tit.

She smiled wearily and cupped her hand over mine, and together we massaged the little future baby feeder. As we did, she asked me, "Do you know why I wanted you to fuck me in the ass tonight?"

"No," I answered. "I was kinda surprised you wanted that."

"I was doing some research at the library for class a couple weeks ago, and I was bored..." she began her explanation. She exhaled loudly as my fingers pulled at her nipple.

"I started reading an article in some psyche magazine," she went on, "about 'sado-masochism.' You know what that is?"

"Yeah..." My answer was a bit hesitant.

"I'm not saying I'm a masochist," she said, sensing my hesitation. "I thought maybe I was, but after reading this article, I'm pretty sure I'm not."

"That's good."

"And I know you're not a sadist, Daddy."

"No..." I wondered if Alice could tell how uncertain I was about her assertion. I sure seemed to like hurting Alice, ten minutes earlier. It sure as fuck seemed to turn me on, a whole hell of a lot.

"The article talked about how masochists sometimes feel bad feelings," she continued, unaware or intentionally ignoring my uncertainty. "They think bad things about themselves. And the sex... things like rough sex help them to 'work through' those feelings."

"Alice, do you... feel bad feelings?"

She nodded. "I feel kinda, I don't know, guilty? About being pregnant."

"Guilty?"

"Yeah. Like, you've been super sweet about the baby, and wanting to marry me and everything. But... that just makes me feel guilty. It's not your fault that I got pregnant. It's my stupid body, my stupid ovaries and uterus, and I could have... I should have made you wear a condom."

"Alice, that's not--"

"It's like I wanted you to get me pregnant," she interrupted me. "Like I tricked you into it."

"Alice, sweetheart, that's not true at all!"

"I know. I'm just saying, it's how I feel. And then there's Rachel."

"Rachel?" I was unclear how Rachel fit into this discussion.

"I feel really guilty about her, like I'm stealing her boyfriend."

"Sweetheart, that's not--"

"I know," she interrupted me again, this time dismissively. "The weird thing is, you being so nice about it made me feel even guiltier."

I looked at her, not putting forward any further protest, finally beginning to understand her point.

"So I thought about that article I read, and I thought, you know what would help? If you weren't nice to me. Not, like, for real, but, more like, play acting. That's what the article called it, 'play acting.'"

"That makes sense."

"It's like, if a person wants to hurt themselves, and they're thinking about that, and they have a person they trust--a person who loves them, who play acts hurting them--that helps. It makes them feel better about themselves."

"Wow, you've really thought this through!" I was genuinely impressed. I knew Alice was smart, and a brilliant little sex educator, but this... She was an intellectual! John Richter's equal!

She smiled at me, for the first time since the conversation had begun. I suppose she could tell how impressed I was.

"So, did it help?" I asked her.

She smiled some more. "You were very rough."

"Yeah..."

"I could tell--I mean, at least I could pretend--that you were really angry. That you wanted to hurt me, because you were mad at me, because of my stupid slutty body and my stupid pussy that makes you want to cum."

I wondered, as she spoke, how much of my roughness with her that night, the thrill of causing her pain, how much did this reflected that I actually was angry? But, I protested to myself, I not angry! I'm happy! Hell, I'm thrilled that Alice is carrying my baby and will be my wife. And yet, perhaps, the rough sex had served a purpose much like Alice was describing--an opportunity for me to act out some repressed feelings myself. Feelings of resentment, even anger. And as a result of acting them out, I have exposed them for my own contemplation, admitted to myself that they exist, and am now free to feel thrilled and excited again.

"And," Alice continued, "it felt really good. Like, it felt like..."

"Cathartic?" I said, understanding her full-well now.

"Yes! Exactly! When you... when you spanked me, and then you came inside my ass, it was just like everything was right again. You got your anger out, I'd let you show me your anger. Then, you could go back to being sweet again and I don't need to feel bad about it anymore."

"That makes perfect sense to me," I said.

Alice beamed. "Good! I'm glad it makes sense to you. I was afraid you'd just think I'm crazy."

"You're definitely not crazy. What you are, is amazingly smart."

"Thank you, Daddy. And... thank you!"

"For...?"

"For being rough, so I could pretend you were angry with me."

I laughed, not from guilt, even though I knew that her use of the word "pretend" wasn't quite entirely accurate, but from my own joy at the catharsis of the sex. "Did it hurt too much," I asked, "when I spanked you? I was spanking you pretty hard."

"I liked it so much, Daddy! Back at the Manor, I used to think about you spanking me. Or even more--whipping me with your belt, or hitting me--"

"Baby!"

"You can see why I thought I might be a masochist."

"Yes."

"Now I think I understand why I wanted you to hurt me back then."

"Did you feel guilty then, for some reason?"

She hesitated, then nodded. "I think I was feeling... I think I was falling in love with you. But I was being such a slut, having sex with Mr. Richter, and all the other guys..."

"I love how open you are to sex, Alice. I wouldn't want you to be any other way."

She nodded, with a serious expression. "I know you do. But I think maybe I was even thinking about the baby then. Like, I was already tricking you, letting you cum in me. And having sex with other guys, that was like me denying what I really wanted. I was being 'the whore of Hillcroft Manor' because I didn't want to admit what I really wanted, and when you spanked me just now, it really felt like... like you want to own me. Like I belong to you, and you were punishing me for tricking you, and for being the whore of Hillcroft Manor. You were punishing me for denying the truth, that I was in love with you the whole time."

"I dig it," I said.

"So Daddy, no more being a whore, I promise!"

"Oh! What about being Daddy's whore?"

Alice grinned. "Okay. I'll still be Daddy's little whore. But just yours, from now on."

I gave her breast another squeeze. "And Daddy's breedslut."

"Ooo, i like that. Are you gonna breed me again, after I have this baby?"

"Yes, I am."

"Okay! But for now, I think I should go clean up," she said. "I'm kinda messy."

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For the next chapter in this story, see Chapter Sixteen: Marriages.

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