Jimmy smiled as he saw all the men at the lunch tent eye Beth. Their naked and hungry stairs made Beth stumble a bit, blushing furiously. The men made no attempt to hide their lust, watching her, staring at her tits and her ass. A couple went ahead and pulled their phones out and took a few photos, joking to themselves about their "spank bank" Beth knew that Jimmy had been regaling them with tales of his sexual conquest of her body, and it aroused her to no end. She loved the attention and being the reason a man jacked off. She firmly believed her purpose was to serve men. She had hidden this belief from her vanilla life until she couldn't take it and had to act out on it.

She did act on it. She might be called slut or whore by those she grew up with, and was definitely called a slut and a whore during her adventures. Some meant it truthfully and scornfully as they degraded her to a worthless cum dump. Others said it as a term of endearment, refusing even to address her by her given name. Treated as a nameless sexual slave, Beth was in her element. She just clicked, and the world made sense. She could do something she was good at, and it felt really good, AND it made others feel really good. She'd been a party slut at a lake house - for the women as much as the men. They kept her naked the entire weekend. If someone needed a warm wet hole or a willing mouth they just took it. No one needed permission. Her needs, her pleasure, her wants were not considered. She was an object, a new play thing. She felt at home here.

Beth met Jimmy. He was recently divorced, and on a tear thru all the local pussy he could get. Evidently he had powers of mind reading and ESP because he'd summed her up in one look. She was moving in across the hall and was struggling with a few boxes. Jimmy was on his way back to his apartment and offered to help. He unabashedly checked out her ass in the yoga pants she was wearing, and she felt herself blushing. Absent mindedly she found herself pulling her t shirt down and trying to bait him into looking down her shirt. She just did these things, without thinking. She did them not initially wanting him to boost her ego, but because her first thought was that he might like the view. It might make him happy, and that made her happy. Layered below this was the thought that yes, it did feel good to be wanted, desire was something she absolutely could not live without. Then, mixing in the hot slutty factor, the idea of nearly anonymous sex with a stranger, subconsciously she hoped he was bold. She was there for the taking, to please men. She felt that strongly, but she couldn't bring herself to initiate. She wouldn't tell him. If he wanted her badly enough he would have to take her without asking. To make that leap.

There wasn't anything that would be too terrible to reconcile with her conscious since she was giving consent by not stopping him. She made sure to over indicate her interest should a man make that leap. Beth found most men were clueless when it came to social cues that a woman wanted to fuck them. She'd never say no to most men, and never had. She had a bit of a reputation in high school of being a whore, which was deserved and earned. She had the gall to decide to explore her sexuality and take control of it. She refused to be judged for it, or repress her sexuality. She knew what she like, and was unashamed of it. So when Jimmy came up behind her, and grabbed her by the hips she nearly whimpered in pleasure. When he yanked her yoga pants down to her ankles she did whimper. When he found she was wearing no panties, he thrust a hand between her legs and found her soaked. He grinned, and wasted no time entering her. He pulled her hair back by two fistfulls of her hair and she cried out in pain and pleasure. Jimmy took her then, and then every other time he felt the urge. Theirs was an unspoken relationship. She was his to please him. She never said no, never resisted.

Beth even left a couple spare housekeys as hints. Wrote down the alarm code on a sticky note that was highly visible. It didn't take long for Jimmy to make a copy and memorize the code. Three nights into their unspoken arrangement she woke to a hand clamped around her mouth. Silently, he ran his hands down her t shirt and squeezed her tits greedily. He pinched and rolled her nipples between his fingers until tears welled, and then mercifully let go. Jimmy pushed her face down into her pillow to muffle her cries and spit on her tight little asshole. Beth felt the head of his cock pressing against her, slowly sliding in. She cried out, in pain. Painal wasn't something that she ever picked as a porn category and she was relatively unexperienced with this. Beth had an overriding desire to please and be a perfect little fuckdoll, especially to Jimmy. She grit her teeth and stifled a whimper. She fought it back down struggling to continue yet fiercely determined to get him off any way he desired. She learned a lot about Jimmy that night, as he slowed his thrust and eased back out. She heard rustling and then the sound of a squeeze bottle of lube sputtered out, and Beth felt relief. "So, not a total asshole then" Beth thought, appreciating the gesture and act of kindness. To her the message was very clear; "Don't struggle, be good and things will be pleasant. Be bad, or refuse; and things can be way more painful".

Jimmy inched his cock inside her tight ass again, this time slowly. He grabbed her shoulders, nearly wrapping his large hands around her neck and squeezed. He was showing her how he had control and a firm grip of her. She knew she wasn't going anywhere, wasn't getting away. This comforted her, oddly enough. She felt secure in her place, filling her role. She was doing it, being useful, being desired, being used. There was literally no where else on earth she would rather be, then fulling her true purpose. Jimmy was allowing her to feel such immense satisfaction by letting her just be, and exist in the moment. She was grateful for that, and the lube. His cock was buried in her ass at this point and the pain had subsided. His cock felt great in her ass as she became accustomed. His thrusts were gentle and slow, increasing in pressure and tempo. She gasped, as things clicked for her and suddenly she felt amazing. Her body tingled as the pleasure from his cock in her ass pulsed thru her, while she cried out. "god, yes that feels so good yes yes yes yes" was Beth's mantra as she took his cock deeper and harder. She felt herself clenching when Jimmy thrust inside her and release as he pulled back. This increased the sensation for her and Jimmy, driving them both closer to orgasm. Jimmy finished first, shooting his load inside her and crying out. She nearly screamed, and came as she felt his cock swell and then her ass grow full and warm. She stayed absolutely still and silent, waiting to see what Jimmy would do next. If he immediately left, and said nothing to her she would feel an intoxicating flash of shame quickly converted to pride... knowing she had fulfilled her purpose and that it was his right to leave. She didn't know where these thoughts came from and a typical feminist would be horrified at her views, but they were there nonetheless.

Jimmy stood there, running his hands over her base ass, her back. He gently swept her hair back to one side, while his cock was still semi hard inside her ass. He leaned forward and slid his hands around to her tits, gently at first but increasing the pressure until it was painful. "Clench your ass for me, and get me hard again. Feel my cock grow inside you". Desire, warmth, pride, determination and more flooded Beth's system as she did as instructed, and felt Jimmy's cock grow inside her ass. This aroused her to no end as her cunt leaked out onto her thighs and she felt moisture pool around her knees. She'd never been so aroused before and enthusiastically slid her body back and forth on his cock, clenching and unclenching. As Jimmy grew he pounded her without mercy as hard as he could. The pleasure was indescribable, and Beth would ensure he came in her ass a second time. She slid her body back and forth, matching his frantic energy and ensuring the pressure of each thrust brought him closer and closer to orgasm. She focused soley on making Jimmy's cock the priority and once again he came. Wordlessly he withdrew from her, and she heard the rustling of clothing and the tinkling of a belt being fastened. "Was he leaving" Beth wondered, hoping he would stay, but hoping he'd treat her like a cheap whore and just leave. The thought flushed thru her as she heard his footsteps recede towards the door, opening and shutting.