There was this man I had lusted for for such a long time and in my mind I...
“Sold For Sex: A Female’s Fantasy”
Tina was bored with the party, bored with her friends, and frankly, with her life. Her job was at a relative dead end and the men she dated were almost all classified in her own mind as losers or just nobody she could really fall for. She had no difficulty attracting lovers; she was attractive by anyone's standards. But when they left her apartment after a night of post-dinner sex, she was always relieved to see them go since their pitiful attempts to please her sexually only left her aching for more.
"So who will it be tonight," she wondered, casting about the crowd for a likely bed partner. She was usually very horny, without a doubt and the suggestive art on the walls of this tacky Las Vegas apartment and two double shots of bourbon on an empty stomach had made her warm, very warm. The paintings and sketches showed every conceivable sex act and were characterized by extreme male dominance over the female partner. One painting, hanging in a dark corner, showed a woman firmly secured to a framework while one man invited another to take her from behind. Looking at it, she felt herself growing wet. Tina spun around as a sudden voice startled her.
"You like that one, don't you?" The strange older guy said.
"Yes," she admitted, somewhat reluctantly. "It sort of makes you...."
"Horny?" he asked. Tina nodded, a bit embarrassed that he had noticed her fascination with the picture.
"It's because they're taking exactly what they want and she's getting exactly what she needs," he said in a vaguely foreign accent. She looked at him more closely. He was tall, muscular, with dark hair and eyes. Without warning, he pulled her to him and kissed her hard, grasping her small ass cheeks and pulling her hips hard against his. She could feel the bulge of his partly stiff cock against her quivering belly. She started to protest his failure to even ask first, but his tongue forced its way between her lips and she decided she didn’t really care.
"You need a master," he smiled, pulling away after the long and probing kiss, "someone who understands just what you need." He pushed her gently but firmly against the wall and cupped her right breast in his hands, kneading it, thumbing its large nipple and looking directly into her eyes as he did so. Tina felt almost faint with pleasure at what this stranger was doing so boldly. He lifted her short skirt, reached his big hand into her flimsy black panties and thrust his middle finger into her wet pussy. The very thought that someone might actually notice what they were doing in the corner of the room made his invasion of her body even more arousing for Tina. She knew she wanted this man.
"You need to be taken," he continued, stroking her tiny, wet slit with one hand and squeezing her breast with the other. "You need to be used and disciplined and trained to please your master with your body. Don't you?" He then slipped three fingers into Tina's now dripping pussy. She gasped with pleasure. She needed his stiff cock inside her.
"Yes," she managed to whisper, a bit afraid of his game, but too aroused to extricate herself from the spell he cast. "I want you to fuck me right now! Please! We'll go to my apartment."
"I prefer my place," he said, smiling at her, "you have a great deal to learn, my young slave." Tina didn't know what he meant, but she didn't really care about the nuances of role-playing. She just knew that this powerful, handsome man, who took what he wanted instead of asking, excited her more than any man she'd ever met before. She followed him to the rickety elevator in a daze.
When the door closed, and they started the slow descent, he unceremoniously ripped open her blouse, popping the buttons and released the front hook securing her bra. Her breasts fell out and she began to insist that they wait. But his look warned her not to interrupt. He unfastened her skirt, letting it fall to the floor and ripped her panties completely off. She stood there, naked as the day she was born as the elevator creaked along. He fondled her breasts again roughly.
"I really like these tits," he said. "They're just the right size for sucking on!" Just then the door opened and, to Tina's extreme embarrassment, two couples stood there gaping at her naked body. But her new friend just laughed and winked at the men, "She couldn't wait 'til we got home, wanted me to do her right here, the horny little nymphet. Sorry you guys are taken . . . I could use some help with her!"
The men laughed nervously, still leering at Tina's completely exposed, puffy lipped pussy, while their dates tugged hard at their arms. Tina was very aroused and was blushing as he led her from the elevator and out to the deserted street where a limousine waited. An even taller and more powerful looking black man in a chauffeur's uniform held the door for them, openly appraising her nude body as he did so.
"She's a nice one, Captain, great tits." Tina was more than a little offended that her date's employee boldly referred to her breasts in such a crude manner, but her friend seemed not to mind at all, reaching around her for one and weighing it in his palm.
"You're right, Ben, they'll attract a great deal of interest." He pushed her toward the chauffeur, who grabbed her other breast and squeezed it hard. Tina tried to pull back from this unwelcome mauling, but her escort merely held her in place.
"Tell him to stop this!" Tina said, indignant now and starting to struggle against the hands that grasped her.
"Just because I wanted to go home with you does not mean I want to be handled by your damn driver!"
"You'll be handled by anyone I choose," her date said matter-of-factly, "because you're a horny slut, starved for the just right kind of discipline." He turned her around facing him and forcing her thighs apart, rammed three fingers quickly into her dripping pussy. The chauffeur was behind her now and he quickly stepped behind her and grabbed a breast in each hand, squeezing and rubbing them roughly, an act which made Tina weak with pleasure, despite her anger. The man spoke again, his fingers stroking in and out of her twat.
"You don't care who screws your sloppy wet pussy, do you?" Tina didn't answer, still unsure as to whether she was irritated or turned on by all this, and he repeated the question as Ben pinched a nipple really hard to elicit a response. Tina was forced to admit that she didn't really care at that point. She was hotter than she'd ever been in her life and Ben seemed to know that her biggest weakness was having her breasts handled and mauled roughly, because he continued doing just that, mashing them against her chest and pressing the nipples with the tips of his calloused fingers.
"No, I guess I don't care," she murmured.
"Don't care what?" he asked.
"I don't care who screws me, OK?" Tina was impatient. She was even willing to fuck the chauffeur if they would just get on with it. Besides, there were still people around and she felt embarrassed standing there between the two men while they handled her like some kind of X-rated plastic toy.
"That's precisely what I thought," he said, "but from now on you will address me only as 'Master' and obey me without question. Do you understand?"
Tina was perfectly willing to play this little game if it got her closer to his bed and got a big hot cock into her aching pussy.
"Whatever Master wants,” she said teasingly, reaching for the bulge in his pants. He knocked her hand away.
"You don't ever reach for a man's cock until he tells you to," he snapped. "But don't worry, you'll get what you need very soon." And he pushed her into the car, getting in beside her. The chauffeur got into the driver's seat and they pulled away. She was ordered to kneel on the wide floorboard. "Now my overheated little cunt, I'll give you a taste of what you want." He told Tina to unzip his pants but when she reached for the zipper he pushed her hands away. "Use your teeth tramp, work for it!"
So Tina did, struggling with the zipper until it was all the way down and then pulling his jockey shorts aside until his enormous cock popped out. She was awed by its dimensions when hard but still immediately attempted to get it into her mouth. She finally settled for licking the underside of the head hungrily but this was not satisfactory to her "master."
"You had better learn to service your master's manhood properly, cunt," he said as he grasped Tina's jaw roughly and forced his giant prick between her lips and into her mouth, almost choking her, pulling out enough to let her breathe. "Now, since you have failed to please me with your mouth, I will simply use it to relieve myself."
Then he began stroking in and out of her mouth as if it were her pussy, banging the bloated head of his massive prick against the back of her throat, fucking her face without pause until he spurted his load of hot cum down her throat and all over her face and breasts. He told her to lick his cock clean and then rub his cum into her nipples. Tina did, feeling her juices running down her inner thighs, so great was her arousal.
"Now?" she said, looking up at him.
"Now, what? he asked.
Tina was ready to beg him. "I need your big cock inside me," she said, adding the word "Master" to please him. "Please fuck me, Master."
"You need any prick you can get, don't you slut," he laughed, in the tone of one speaking to a child. But I'm not in the mood to use your cunt just now." He touched the intercom, "Ben, stop the car somewhere quiet." The car soon came to a halt and the rear door opened. "Ben, she needs fucking. Care to relieve yourself?"
Tina was shocked. She wanted her new friend, but he didn't want her and now he was cavalierly offering her to his driver. She started to protest once more. Her new master slapped her, not hard, just a light stinging, but she was even more shocked.
"Listen, my little cunt, I will offer you to whomever I choose and you will spread your skinny legs for any cock, especially right now when I can see your juices running down the inside of your thighs. You've already admitted that you'll fuck anything to satisfy yourself, and even if you didn't, if Ben wants to use you, he is quite welcome." Tina could only stare at him until another slap made her realize that she was expected to respond.
"Yes, master," she whimpered. Then Ben was ordering her out of the car and without any preface, he pushed her face down over the trunk, spread her legs with the toe of his boot. "I'm going to enjoy your tight white cunt, bitch," he taunted. "Tell me how much you want my big black rod in your hot little box, bitch!"
"I want you," she stammered, quickly adding "Master."
"You want me to what?" he pressed her, spreading her legs even father apart while unzipping his pants. "Tell me what you want, slut!"