Annabelle was still sweaty from the workout she had just had at the gym. She liked to work out with her so called boyfriend Brad and the training session they just had was really good and intense. What she liked most about the training though was not the training by itself but rather the routine which always followed the work out.

Annabelle unlocked the door and they both entered inside. Her dorm room was one of the smallest in the block. She wasn't coming from rich family and she could only afford this 12 square meters room and even for this room Brad was helping her financially. After a few weeks hesitation Annabelle had accepted his financial help because she wanted to concentrate on her studies during the upcoming months. This decision of Annabelle backfired. After Brad started helping her financially he started asking her to do things she found somewhat uncomfortable. Anyway she soon got used to his strange requests and she even got to really like some of them.

Annabelle turned on the lights. The furniture of the room was old but in reasonably good condition. There was a bed, a small wardrobe, a library and of course a table which she used as a desk and as a dining table. Maybe the only luxury she had was the fact that her room had it's own bathroom.

"Put the curtains on" Brad said

Annabelle knew what she has to do without him telling her. She put the curtains and bent over the table presenting her firm and trained ass to Brad. He grabbed her black leggings and pulled them down. For a brief second he admired her bare buttocks and the little rope which was protruding from her asshole. Annabelle was lying on the table in her work out clothes with her leggings halfway down and most notably - she was not wearing panties.

"You are such a slut for not wearing underwear. How can you go to a public fitness to train like that" he said

"You asked me to. Remember?" Annabelle replied somewhat annoyed.

"Yes, I remember. The important thing is that you agreed which makes you a pathetic slut. You have to admit you like to show the outlines of your shaven cunt to everybody. It was clearly visible during your work out." Brad almost laughed

"Why didn't you tell me?" Annabelle face flushed red. She was still bent over the table with her leggings halfway down.

"Because I like to watch the others stare at your slutty behavior." having said that he put his hand between her thighs and started massaging her labia and he even pulled slightly the little rope coming out of her asshole. "You are all sweaty, but I think your filthy cunt is also wet." Brad stated continuing to rub his hand against her labia. "Maybe I should take your toy for a while?"

Brad did not wait for a response and pulled the little rope that was protruding out of her asshole. With a slight popping sound the vibrating egg left her anal cavity. Annabelle gasped.

"You are so filthy. I told you to keep your front cunt shaven and your rear hole clean." he grabbed her hair forcing her to look at the vibrating egg covered with traces of her shit. "Do you know what does that mean?"

"What?"

"Don't you there to respond to my question with another question. Open your mouth." Brad was crossing a line but anyway she still obeyed. The moment she spread her lips he turned off the egg and inserted it in her oral cavity. Sweet but disgusting odor filled her. "Now, keep it there while I fuck your ass."

She liked his enormous cock and she preferred to have it in her vagina. The anal sex was not awful but she never felt comfortable accommodating all of his 7 inches in her rectum. She had no choice now. The circumcised head of his monstrous member passed through her sphincter with ease just as the last few times. What came next was not unexpected. He pressed her with all his strength against the table and started plowing her anal passage. Brad fucked her roughly making sure that she feels as less pleasure from the penetration as possible. The ordeal did not last long though. Soon Brad came filling her rectum with his hot and juicy sperm.

"Give me the egg" he said taking it out of her mouth reinserting it in her asshole. He was still pressing her against the table, although with less force. "Slut, you've got my cock dirty". Having said that Brad started rubbing his cock against the entrance of her cunt.

"Hey, stop it" Annabelle protested but to no avail. Brad had already cleaned his cock with her labia. Now the traces of her own feces were glued to her cunt lips. Brad released the pressure and lifted her leggings as high as possible on her waist making sure her camel toe is as visible as possible.

"Let's go get some coffee, slut"

"But I have at least to take a shower"

"You will have it later. Come on, the café is like across the street. I also plan to introduce you to someone, interesting."

She followed him not very willingly.