"Well, get on over here, baby!"

I'd barely had a chance to knock.

He'd been expecting me and wasn't about to wait and see if I'd accept his invitation.

Instead, overcome with eagerness to get started, the shirtless man moved toward me, stood over me like a giant, clasped the sides of my head in his worn, calloused hands, and planted his mouth on mine.

Hungry. He was so hungry. It was all I could do to try and keep up.

His lips devoured mine. His tongue pushed its way deep into my mouth.

Heat boiled up in my groin, and suddenly my pants strained to contain my growing erection.

I'd always had a weakness for aggressively horny people. Not just men. Anyone who wanted me, anyone who would take advantage of me, use me like the sex toy I so desired to be.

Hot. Wet. Sloppy.

His mouth tore at mine. At times licking, then sucking, then biting.

I tried to push away from him. That was my game.

He held me fast, wrapped his arms around me in a bear hug and pulled my body to his.

His chest was muscular, firm. Mine was soft, a little boney if anything. My arms were loose and limp. His were like steel bars.

He kissed me deeper, forcing my head back momentarily, but he moved his hand up and forced my mouth to stay clamped to his.

He sucked in deeply, as if trying to inhale my soul from my body, then continued his tongue's assault on me.

At last, he broke our embrace.

I was filled with a mixture of relief and disappointment.

Before I could think though, the bigger man bent down and scooped me up into his arms. The gesture was so effortless, I could have been a basket of feathers.

He turned and carried me into his room, and for one fleeting moment I felt like a bride being carried over the threshold of a newlywed's home.

It made my cheeks burn, imagining I was the woman in this relationship. But wasn't i?

Then, he tossed me onto the hotel bed. The TV was on and porn was streaming. Not gay porn, but rough straight porn. Multiple clips all playing at the same time of girls being taken, used, humiliated.

A trickle of fear surged through me.

The man saw me looking, must have seen a trace of the fear that was creeping over my face.

He laughed mischievously.

"You like that, do you?" he joked. "You ready to be my little bitch whore?"

I shivered involuntarily.

The truth was, I did like this. I fantasized about it, got off to it regularly.

But it was a whole different ballgame when you were about to actually experience it firsthand.

How bad was it gonna be? Would it hurt? Could I even do it?

A growing part of me wanted to leap from the bed, make a mad dash for the doorway.

The man sensed all this. I could see it in the look on his face. A wild hunger was taking him over.

He liked this too. Craved it. Needed it. I was his sex toy.

He turned to the door, shut it, latched it, bolted it, then thought better of it. He grabbed the "Do not disturb" door hanger, reopened the door and set it around the outside knob.

I listened as the door was shut with a powerful finality and the locks were reapplied.

Whatever was about to happen, there was no backing out now.

I lay splayed across the bed, unsure how I should present myself. I still had my jeans on, a loose T-shirt. In a way, they were like armor, my last piece of protection from whatever the night held in store.

"Strip."

Well, there went that.

I undressed quickly, throwing my clothes to the floor til I was down to my underwear, a plain pair of gray fabric.

The man reached over to a nearby table, snatched up a pink, frilly thong, and tossed it at me.

The panties were silky soft, perfumey. They reeked of feminity, but I couldn't deny my growing excitement.

I slipped my underwear off, and tried to pull the thong up around my legs. It was much too small. I strained to squeeze them past my thighs, and the fabric started to rip.

"I think they're too small," I said meekly.

The man reached for me and pulled me into a standing position. He grabbed the panties and yanked them upward.

Painfully, the fabric shot up my ass and around my dick and balls.

They were in fact too small, and my balls stuck out on either side. My penis, which had softened slightly by now, strained to fit, bunching up at an odd angle.

The man seemed to enjoy it though, eyeing my small but overflowing package with an intense leer.

"Back on the bed," he ordered. "Show me that ass."

I crawled onto the bed, got on all fours facing away from him, and began shaking my ass.

I tried to make it sexual, hypnotic. But I felt awkward, embarrassed, exposed.

Pain ripped through my body, and I realized he had slapped me. Or my ass rather.

He laughed immediately, then drew back and struck me again.

"Yeah, baby!" he yelled. "Shake it!"

I shook my ass harder, fire ripping from my cheeks as another slap came, then another. Another still.

My eyes began to tear up, but still I shook my ass. Shook like my life depended on it, and his hands rained down on me. Blow after blow.

A mirror was positioned on the nearby wall, and I caught a brief glimpse of myself. It caused my breath to catch.

My ass cheeks were a mix of pink and red, growing darker as his hands continued to slam down on me.

And then, I was crying out. Wailing with each blow as he hit me harder and harder and harder.

I collapsed on the bed, a whimpering mess of tears, and finally the man ceased his assault.

He came and lay beside me, pulled me into his arms. There was a temporary gentleness about it that threw me off, made me wonder if this was the same man who had been beating me so relentlessly just moments before.

His mouth found mine, and his tongue pushed past my lips, as if he were trying to soothe me with his kisses. His love. He was a prince now.

But it was all a trap.

He pushed me down, moved my head to his chest, and planted my mouth on his right nipple.

"Suck," he commanded.

I began to lick and suck at his nipple, feeling it harden between my lips.

I sucked harder, flicked at it with my tongue, teased it every way I knew how.

"Bite it," he said.

Hesitant, I nibbled it gently with my teeth, pulled at the delicate pink flesh, afraid to really clamp down.

A slap jarred my mouth loose of him.

"I said bite. Not chew."

This was against my nature, but I dared not upset him further. I returned to his now pointy hard nipple and positioned my teeth around it.

I clamped down gingerly at first, then began to apply pressure.

He moaned at the sensation, thrust his hips up and began to fuck the air.

Other than his shirt, the man was still clothed. Jeans and socks.

I loosened the grip of my teeth on him, then clamped down again, really grinding into his flesh.

The man bucked wildly, began scrambling to kick his pants away. He wore boxers, but these too were shoved aside til he only wore socks.

His beefy cock was rock hard, his balls huge and swollen. He used his hands to push my mouth over to his left nipple.

I clamped down.

He groaned intensely, a deep lion's growl, and he wrapped one leg around me, pulled my body onto his.

His hard meat was wedged up against my stomach, but he didn't care. He began to fuck my belly, moving his penis up and down my soft flesh.

I continued to work at his nipples, alternating between one and the other as he grew hard as a rock.

I felt his wetness, his pre-cum smearing my body like lotion.

Maybe this wouldn't be too bad after all. Maybe he'd just cum and I could leave.

Part of me hoped so. But another more feral part of me was disappointed at the idea of that.

I was prey. And I needed to be treated as such. I needed the fullness of my fears to play out. I needed to be abused.

A shiver ran through me, and I couldn't be sure if it stemmed from fear or anticipation.

The man began fucking my stomach harder, holding my head to his chest with both hands.

"You want that dick, you little bitch?" he panted. "You want Daddy's dick in your mouth?"

He fucked me harder still, then pushed me downward.

My mouth found his meat. Wet, sloppy, drooling with pre-cum.

I slurped him up.

He never stopped air-fucking his hips.

His dick pushed in and out of my mouth, my tongue and breath and saliva drenching him in hot wetness.

He moaned and groaned at the ecstasy of it.

"Yeah!" he yelled. "Slobber on Daddy's dick! Take it all, you little cunt!"

I began choking on him as he pushed past my throat barrier, eager to fit himself all the way in.

I pulled back, but his hands were already digging into my scalp as he bucked his hips up and practically flush with my face.

An involuntary cry escaped my lips, but he continued to jam himself down my throat.

Somehow, I was able to take him whole.

My nose was buried in his pubes, my mouth fitted neatly around the base of his shaft.

He held me there as he began fucking my throat, humping himself in the deepest parts of my mouth.

All I could do was lay there and be used, a living sex toy.

He groaned deeply, and for a moment I thought he must be cumming. He must be.

But he was just lost in his pleasure, getting off on the intimate sensations of his dick sliding up and down my throat.

I moved my tongue against him as best I could. I tasted his meat, began to lick and massage and push and probe....trying to push him over the edge. To finish this thing.

But he was far from done.

"Put that ass in my face," he said, his voice husky and overcome with lust. "But leave Daddy's big dick in your throat."

I understood.

Carefully, I maneuvered my body around so my legs were straddling his head. I hovered over him, unsure of exactly what he was wanting.

His hands found my ass cheeks, his fingers digging into my flesh like claws.

I wriggled into him, trying to put on a show, to give him what he wanted.

He resumed fucking my throat.

A sudden slap to my ass threw me forward, and I very nearly came dislodged from his meat.

"Don't you dare come away from Daddy's dick!" he barked, pushing himself all the way back in.

I sucked at him, moved my lips and tongue against him as best I could.

Another slap.

I cried out around his meat.

Slap!

My eyes were leaking tears.

Slap!

I wailed loudly.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

I was literally bawling now, even as I continued to suck him off.

Suddenly, his hands moved to my package.

One fist encased my balls, squeezing them painfully together. The other began stroking my own insignificant penis.

This was somewhat easier to take than the slaps.

I humped myself in his one hand and did my best to try and ignore the growing pressure around my testicles.

My dick hardened in his hands.

This caused him to chuckle.

"You like that, little bitch?" he teased. "You like fucking Daddy's fist? Oh, I bet you do....."

He released his grip on my balls, and suddenly there was a whack! as he slapped them hard.

I bucked and snorted, his meat still fully inserted down my throat.

Another slap, and I howled in pain. My head grew light and fuzzy, my vision narrowing.

I was gonna pass out, I knew it!

But then, he began kneading me, rolling my balls around between his fingers while he jerked my meat faster and faster.

He was really leaking now, great globs of pre-cum oozing down my throat. A slimy mix of drool and cum began flowing from my lips onto his groin. My nose slowly filled with it, even as I did my best to avoid the liquid trail.

The man reached down, scooped a finger full of the jizz, and applied it to my dick.

The sensation was electric, and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.

I began jerking and bouncing between his fingers, growing desperately near my own climax. He only pumped me faster.

"Oh no......!" I cried out around his dick, and suddenly I was spraying cum onto his chest.

He kept pulling on me, squeezing every last drop he could until I went limp in his hand.

As I came down from my release, I realized the man was chuckling.

"You made a big mess all over Daddy.....looks like you better come clean it up."

He grabbed the sides of my head and pulled my mouth off of his dick.

It was like having a great big snake pulled from my throat, and I gagged as cum and slobber poured from my mouth.

This only made him laugh harder, but he was already maneuvering me around, pulling my face toward the puddle of jizz I had shot onto his chest.

There was no use resisting.

He pushed my mouth right onto the biggest glob, and I began lapping it up.

I shuddered at the taste of it, the humiliation of eating my own cum rushing through me and making my head weak.

I licked him clean as he moved me from spot to spot, and then I kept on licking. Licking and sucking and biting at his chest since I knew that's what he liked.

He responded with thrusts. He had moved me around so I was straddling his lap, and his dick began sliding up against that spot under my ass and below my balls.

I moved against him, wetting my balls in the mix of saliva and cum and using it to lube up his dick.

A moan of pleasure escaped his throat.

"Oh baby....what are you doing to me?"

This sent a thrill through my body, that I was doing good. So, I humped him faster, trying to work his meat up to a creamy explosion.

"Hump that dick, baby!" he groaned, moving himself in a frenzy over my taint.

I went to town on him, and suddenly he was pushing up against my hole.

I jumped at the sensation, causing him to laugh out loud.

"Take that dick, baby!" he jeered. "Don't be scared!"

I wasn't ready for him to be inside me, but it didn't matter.

The head of his cock pushed up into me, and I cried out in pain.

"OH!" I yelled. "Oh nooooo!"

And then he was pushing in deeper, forcing his way into my hole, widening me out in a single shot.

So much pain! But it was mixed with the most glorious, intense pleasure and I heard myself moaning uncontrollably.

"Fuck me, Daddy! Please fuck me......"

As if he needed any encouragement.

He began ramrodding my ass, pushing in and out of me, and I couldn't get enough.

I began bouncing up and down on his cock, riding him so fast and hard my own limp penis was flopping around from side to side.

The man grabbed my hips though, held me in place, wanting to control the action.

"Daddy's gonna fuck you real good, don't you worry," he said.

And he did.

He alternated between long, slow thrusts and rapid fire assaults, never letting my ass know what his next move was. At times, he would feed me just the tip of his dick, only to push in balls deep, causing me to cry out in sweet, intense pain.

This went on for what felt like hours, and then he pulled himself free from my ass.

It felt like my soul left my body.

"Get on all fours, little girl," he ordered. "Daddy's gonna make you his bitch now."

I did as he said, facing the headboard, and the man got into position behind me.

Now he really had control of the action.

He grabbed my balls, squeezed them so tight my head began to spin, and then he was pushing himself back into my ass.

I thought I could take him, having already felt him inside me. But now, he had room to really draw back and let me have it.

He gave me his full length all at once, and I yelped in pain, causing him to laugh.

My body probably would have went through the wall, but he had a firm grip on my balls. The more I tried to get away from him, the more excruciating the pain was, and so I forced myself to remain in place. To take him as he shot forward again and again, pushing as deep and hard as he could into my hole.

It was like being raped by a freight train.

I don't even know when I started wailing, but all of a sudden the sound of it was ringing in my ears.

Long pain-filled moans mixed with cries of pleasure as he fucked me harder than I'd ever been fucked.

He grabbed great handfuls of my ass cheeks, slapped my ass with powerful blows, and continued to rail me until I thought for sure I'd pass out.

At some point I got hard again. Lost in waves of pleasure and pain, I came not just once but twice more as he rocked my body on the large hotel bed.

I begged him to fuck me harder still, begged him to ruin me, to completely destroy my ass.

He was only too happy to oblige.

I thought he'd never cum.

And then, I felt his body tense up. He lay across my back and gave it all he had, fucking my ass with the last of his strength.

I waited for it, anticipating the explosion of cum as it blasted through my ass.

But then, he was pulling free of me.

My soul left my body once again.

"Turn around," he ordered. "Get Daddy's cum!"

I did as he said, still on all fours but facing him now.

He jerked his enormous meat, aiming the tip of his penis right at my face.

I eyed his swollen balls, bouncing around as he prepared to empty them.

I wondered just how much cum there'd be. I didn't have to wonder long.

The man groaned and jerked. I felt it before I saw it, great hot globs of semen coating my face, covering my mouth and nose and eyes.

It got in my hair, my ears, my nostrils.

And still, he was cumming.

I couldn't see a thing, but suddenly his cock was back in my mouth, pushing its way down my throat.

Lost in my own lust, I cleaned him off even as more and more cum emerged from his penis, oozed its way deep in my mouth.

I choked and gagged, but I was so hungry.....so hungry for him.

I sucked and swallowed and sucked some more.

He grabbed the sides of my head and fucked himself dry, continued to hump my mouth long after he'd stopped cumming.

I took him gladly.

"Who's my little bitch?" he asked in a gravelly, loving tone.

"I am," I said around his meat. "I'm your little bitch."

Afterwards, I cleaned up. Got dressed.

Daddy lay on the bed, exhausted but smiling.

"Gonna have to do this again," he said.

"Sure," I agreed, returning the smile.

I left the hotel, headed toward my car, when I heard a ping! from my cell phone.

I pulled it from my pants pocket.

One notification from Sex Toys Unlimited.

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I smiled, certain there were many more to come.