I was always so nervous around Nick, but this time I wasn’t. We had met online over a year ago now. Real life meeting for the first time in my backseat for a casual hookup. He was handsome in his photos, but strikingly so in person. I remember him getting in my car for the first time and just blurting out how he looked even bigger in person. So tall, perfectly musclar. A face carved by the gods. Practically perfect aesthetically.

We only hooked up a few times, but kept in contact. Small talk here and there, sprinkled with nudes and sexting. Still incredibly handsome, those sexts made me wish I had let myself go more and really leaned into my fantasies with him. So when he let me know he was going to be in town, I let him know I was his to use as he pleased this time.

I sent links to some of my favorite James Deen scenes. I directed him to some of my favorite subreddits, like FemaleInferiorityCap. I made it very clear that I wanted to fully submit to him and I wanted to be used. To be hurt and I trusted him to do it and do it right. That I was nothing more than a toy made for his pleasure.

My heart was already racing as I knocked on his hotel door. This time with excitement more than anxiety. I could hear him behind the door as I stepped in, I tried to turn to look at him but was abruptly pulled to the floor by my hair. The door clicked shut as I am yanked back up, forcing me on my knees.

“On the floor where you belong bitch. Now open your mouth.”

I blinked dumbly up at him, taking too long to open my mouth and getting smacked. Hard and swift on my right cheek, tears already forming in my eyes. He smirked down at me.

“You’re going to be so easy to break.”

He laughed as he grabbed the back of my head, gripping my hair, shoving his cock in my mouth. He pulled back out and then thrust hard, bringing my lips to his smoothly shaved body. His cock deep in my throat, he wasted no time in fucking my throat. He pumped in and out, then shoved himself all the way in, holding my head in place. It didnt take many seconds before I was tapping his leg, frantically looking up at him with tears streaming down my face. He smiled down at me, and it wasn’t comforting.

“You’d be lucky to die with my cock in your throat, serving your purpose.” He said as he held me there a few more seconds. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, leaving me gasping for air. He leaned down into me, close enough to kiss me but instead smacked me when I closed my mouth.

“Keep your mouth open.”

I opened my mouth, he grabbed my cheeks and spit into it. His eyes full of glee he asked, “this IS what you wanted, right you dirty fucking slut?”

I nodded. I received another smack to my face, stinging the already warm with pain cheek.

“Right, you dumb fucking bitch?”

“Yes, Sir. This is what I wanted.”

“That’s better.”

He put his big hand on top of my head, grabbing my hair, dragging me over to the bed. He picked me up, throwing me on the bed and positioning me so that I was on my back, head hanging off the bed. Exactly like I knew he liked, he began fucking my face. The “glck glck glck” sound of me gagging and struggling to take his cock down my throat getting faster and faster. He pulled out his cock, stroking it.

“Lick and suck on my balls.”

I licked his ballsack, then took turns gently sucking each one into my mouth. Rolling it around with my tongue before pushing it out and sucking in the other. He kept stroking his dick, sighing and reminding me what a dirty little bitch I am while I worshipped his body from below. Showing him with my mouth how good of a girl I wanted to be for him.

He ripped my shirt open, pulling my bra down, he smacked each breast, one at a time. He used both of his hands to grab them, squeezing them. Playing with them, he pulled his balls out of my mouth, replacing them with his cock again. Fucking my face, he kept playing with my breasts before he ripped down my pants, playing with my pussy.

God, I never did like being fingered until I met him. I came on his hand before he stopped using my throat like a pussy. He told me to bend over, which I did quickly, arching my back as much as I could. He spanked my ass a few times. Hard enough to leave it stinging as he positioned himself behind me. He shoved me down on the bed, laying me flat on my stomach. He laid on top of me, bringing his mouth to my ear so he could whisper into it.

“Tell me what you are.”

I swallowed hard before replying “Just a dumb worthless fuck toy for you to play with.”

“Good girl.”

He then shoved himself all the way into my pussy and then just as quickly pulled it back out. Without warning, he shoved his cock into my tight asshole. I screamed as it stretched around his hard, throbbing erection. I could hear him laugh slightly before he told me “Your screaming makes me so fucking hard.”

He pushed himself deep into me. I tried to grip the sheets but he grabbed both of my arms, pinning them behind my back. He held my arms behind me, thrusting his cock in and out of my asshole so aggressively I kept trying to pull my arm away from him to touch my pussy but he wouldn’t let go.

“Struggling will only make it worse, you stupid, worthless fucking whore. Take my dick and say thank you for it.”

I felt the tears fall from my eyes, I moaned and whimpered, gasped and cried out. I begged him to stop.

“Please, you’re hurting me Nicky!” I cried out.

“That’s the whole fucking point.” I could hear the smile as he said it. “God, I’ve never been so goddamn hard before.”

He kept pounding into me, making me cum so hard I almost thought I had pissed on the bed. He kept drilling into me, all while I moaned and cried.

“You fucking love it, don’t you? Tell me how much you like it.”

“I fuu…fucking..llll-love it. I love when you stretch my asshole and make me useful daaaaddy.” I cried out to him, breathlessly. “Th-thank you Sir.”

“Fuck” was all he said as he shoved as deep into me as he could. I could feel his cum pumping into me, filling me. He let his body weight rest on me fully for a few heartbeats, catching his ragged breath. He leaned over, kissing my cheek.

“You okay?” He asked tentatively, his voice low and serious.

I opened my eyes, smiling lazily at him.

“Never better Nicky.”