He Uses Her

Diana had never felt like this before.

The clit-band encircled her bud, gripping her tightly as if it were a chain or a leash. Helplessness and powerlessness roared through her, crushing her will to fight as if she had never had it at all. She felt hot, hot and wet and full of arousal. Her legs were still shaking, but she knew she would not be allowed to walk anyway.

She crawled instead, biting her lip as the butt plug reminded her of its presence. The man was waiting for her, his eyes were on her. Lust glinted in them and it left no room for empathy. As far as he was concerned, Diana really was just gum equipment. Just an item, an object to be used for self pleasure and gratification.

She reached him then, running her hands up and down his engorged shaft. It felt hard, hard and ready. It had been a while since she'd had a boyfriend, but even when she had been together with a guy, she'd never worshipped his cock. She'd given him blowjobs, sure. And he'd eaten her out a few times. But that had always been mutual. A thing of equals.

This was not to be that. She was going to be used, she was a tool, a toy. She didn't matter as a person, not really.

Why did that make her feel so hot? Why did that turn her on so much? She had no idea. No idea, and yet she wanted it to continue. She was being carried along in her own lust now. Like being swept up by a river that she didn't even want to fight. This was what she had hoped for when they found the rulebook. This was her turn, just like before it had been Lisa's.

Her fingers played over his length, dancing over his warm skin, feeling the size and the firmness of his cock. She leaned forward, her heart was beating faster. She could almost taste him on the tip of her tongue. She didn't swallow him though, not yet. Instead, she kissed his member, moving her head back and forth along his shaft, her lips brushed him, layering affection onto his throbbing shaft. The man made a sound of approval. Diana was on her knees in front of him now. He pressed a button and the clit-band began to vibrate. The feeling washed over her in waves, made her toes curl and filled her with heat and desire.

She kissed his cock as if it were her most tender lover, all the whole feeling the shame and humiliation spread out across her face. Only once she was really ready did she go further. Her tongue darted out, teasing his shaft once, twice, three times. Her fingers closed around him and she guided him into her mouth. All the while, the buzzing between her legs edged her closer to an orgasm of her own. It felt intense, beyond any vibrator that she had ever used. Her clit was encircled, engorged, attacked from all sides with no relent and no mercy. Diana didn't know if it was a punishment or a reward and at that moment, she cared not at all.

Before she even knew it, her head was moving back and forth, her mouth filled with his manhood. Her tongue and lips were just tools to make him feel better. He grabbed her head, one hand of either side, and started to move her face back and forward. Diana was gasping, gagging, trying to catch her breath when she could.

Her clit was throbbing now. The band was driving her to insanity. The vibration was weaker than a normal sex toy, but delivered directly to her most **** point. It felt intense, personal and humiliating. The collar around her throat was tight, reminding her as her head bobbed back and forth of her place.

****. She was a ****. A sex ****. A **** to the gym. a piece of equipment that anyone could come in and use, and she was nothing could change it. That was how the world worked now, and thanks to the rulebook, everyone would accept that this was simply what Diana's life was.

The man pulled out suddenly with a grunt. Diana felt a flash of confusion - he hadn't cum yet. Instead, he gripped her collar with one hand and used it to hoist her to her feet. Diana's legs were still shaking, the vibrations pulsing from her core, shaking her world and rattling her senses. She was breathing fast and heavy. Her pussy was soaking and the guy could see it. The stranger she had never even met before. He was seeing her in one of the most intimate, **** moments of her life.

She didn't even know his name.

Her steered her backwards and gave her a push, Diana collapsed back and felt a moment of panic before she landed on something soft. The bed! He was towering over her now, discarding the last of his clothes. She realised that he hadn't cum in her mouth because he intended a different sort of ending to this encounter.

She swallowed and spread her legs for him, a low moan echoing from the back of her throat.

"Master," she whimpered. "Please fuck me. Please fuck me now."

She would not normally be caught dead saying something like that. Something so...submissive, so ****, it would have turned her stomach. But the unrelenting vibrations and the situation, her fantasy come to life, had washed away her defiance and filled her with a servile eagerness that would have shamed her at any other point.

Right now she just wanted to be fucked.

The bed creaked as he climbed onto it. His cock was hard and in his hand. His other hand closed around her thigh, pulling her around and spreading her legs. The moment of penetration thrilled her, the vibrations didn't even stop then! As he started to move back and forth, grunting with the feeling, Diana felt as if she'd been plunged into a whole new world of pleasure. The clit-band tormented her, teasing her bud and stimulating it directly. Meanwhile, the guy was between her legs. His cock was long and hard. She was moving, grinding against him. Her breasts were pressed against his warm chest. Her nipples were stiff with arousal, and the clit-band was still going, giving her not a moment of rest. Not a single instant of relaxation. it was an **** on her senses, a throbbing storm of sensation which enveloped her and dragged her deeper into her darkest fantasies.

Diana moaned, the sound coming from the back of her throat was not the sort of thing she'd ever imagined herself making. it wasn't sensible, it had no dignity. It was a sound of pure, animal need. The desire to be filled ached within her, her pussy cried out for more and more. Each time he thrust, shivers of want and desire would race down her spine.

Each thrust was deeper than the last, invoking greater and greater waves of pleasure which rolled over her mind and body alike. The man was grunting, she ran her hands down his side, feeling the hardened muscles. His cock was inside of her, her pussy tightening around it in the throes of her orgasm.

In the end, she came before he did. The explosive climax rent her mind, tearing through the last barriers of her self control and sending her trembling and crashing back onto the bed. Her legs shook, her arms were numb. Her chest rose and fell in a **** attempt to gather her breath.

He came over her. His seed splashing against her body, striking her in the face and the chest, and tracing a path between her breasts.

Diana lay there for what seemed like hours. Her mind was swirling, it felt like her whole world had been changed.

The man did up his pants without even a backwards look. To him, it was just another day at the gym. You didn't ask how the treadmill was feeling after you used it. You didn't need to emotionally support a lifting machine. He simply left, and Diana lay on the bed, shaking and shuddering in the backwash of her climax.

That was her first client of the day.

There were many more.