You become a plaything

"I Think you know exactly what I have in mind" You say breathily, trying to entice him physically, despite your modest clothing.

"I don't know" He responds cheekily "It's been a long night, and I had a pretty rough time trying to keep track of everything. Pretty tired, I don't know how well I can think right now. Why don't you just come right out and say it?" You could toy around more, put this back on him, but that would probably ruin the fun of it. Someone has to be the one to actually start this, and it may as well be you.

"I want cock" You say as you close the distance between you, your hand cupping his groin "It's all I could think about since I had it in my mouth. It felt so good riding it yesterday, but I didn't get to cum" Your seductive voice starts to turn almost whiny. "I masturbated like three times when I got home but I wouldn't let myself cum because I wanted you to do it James! I want to cum all over your thick cock!"

"Damn" He replied understatedly. "This is a little different for you. I don't know you that well, but I wouldn't have thought you to get all worked up"

"I know." You reply quickly "I don't understand it. This is the horniest I've ever been in my life. I don't know what's wrong with me."

"I don't think anything's wrong with you Amanda. Let's head to my office, and we can talk more about this..."

Truth be told, there wasn't going to be much talking, and it wasn't much of an office either. It was James' bedroom, where he also had his monster computer set up. It was still on and had some kind of livestream going on. You quickly tune out the noise background noise as you feel him grope you from behind, causing you to melt in his arms. You turn around and start to make out with him, as you desperately try to get out of your modest and confining clothes. Down to your underwear, James pushes you down to your knees.

"Let's get you what you really want" He says, as he undoes his pants, leaving an obvious bulge behind his boxers. You stare in helpless anticipation, as he slowly pulls those down too, bringing his cock down with it, cock on the edge. It springs upright with a start, and even though you've seen it before, you still feel so surprised to see it, and even more pleased to have your lips around it. You're starting to love the sensation of his head poking the back of your throat, of his girth stretching out your jaw. Being on your knees again, sucking the cock, is the most fun you've had all month, and it short order it's become a daily occurrence. Riding him, sliding up and down on a stranger's fat dick is the happiest you can remember being. You don't know what's gotten into you, and you don't even really care. You can't stop it now, this feels too good. You lose yourself in your blowjob, until James pushes on your shoulder and pulls it out.

The absence of his dick creates a void like the one in your soul, and you need it filled. James, for his part, has a difference sense of the situation.

"Hey now. Let's not get ahead of ourselves. You still wanted me to fuck you and get you off, didn't you?"

"Yes James." You moan in **** reply "I'm aching for it. Please?" Before waiting for a response you get on your feet and head to the bed that is clearly too big for this room. You were just going to get on your back and let James have his way with you, but clearly he had different ideas. Holding you at the waist and pushing at your back, you hold onto the edge of his bed with your ass hanging out in mid air. In anticipation, you spread your legs wide for him, eager for what is to cum.

Except you didn't anticipate this. Instead of cock, you feel an agile but untrained tongue enter the folds of your pussy. Even that sensation is enough to make you melt inside, leading your legs to bend reflexively, almost burying your lover underneath you. After a loss his balance and a breath chuckle from you both, James stands grabs on to both of your hips with a firm slap.

"Well, enough about that, time to give you what you really want" and before you could even proceed to beg more for it, you feel the sudden slam of every inch and vein of his clock slide suddenly inside you.

"Fuuuuuuuck!" You cry out "That feels so good! I needed this in me so bad!"

"Why don't you show me just had bad you need this cock, slut?" You were taken back for a second at the use of that word. James is getting rather confident for only having lost his virginity yesterday, and you have never been called that before. You made it a point to make sure nobody would ever give you reason to think that...until now. You don't get angry with him, you don't fight it, you just comply with his directions. He pulls away, just leaving the tip of his cock inside you, and you begin to slide back and forth on it. Your moans are fast and loud; totally uncaring of whoever might be trying to sleep next door. You try to twist your back and your head around to look at James as you fuck his cock. His facial expressions make up for all the moaning he's not doing. The eye contact between the two of you is intoxicating, as is him slowly but firmly slapping your ass in encouragement.

The slapping becomes louder, more forceful, and more frequent. So does your rocking back and forth, as there's a loud slapping sound of his waist against your ass.

"Yes James!" You start to call out, losing that eye contact as you close your eyes, feeling it build "I'm getting there, I'm going to cum!" You utter a loud gasp as your orgasm hits you like a hurricane; overpowering waves of euhporia and satisfaction wash over you as your whole body convulses. You slow yourself down, try to catch your breath, still in the same position you were before, your body glistening in a sweaty mess.

"My turn" James replied, which confused you briefly. His hands grabbed both sides of your waist as he spread his legs a little wider, and than began to pound you for all he had. It was only in that moment that you realized he hadn't done anything. You got off just by him standing there and being something to rock against. It's hard to think of much else with the pistonlike pumping he's giving you. You don't even have the capacity for words now; all you can do is hold onto the bed, breathe, and moan out helplessly as your pussy is assaulted in the best way possible. He grabs a knot of your hair and yanks it back, pushing himself even deeper in side you as you arch your back. Your eyes begin to roll in the back of your head. Even after he starts to slow down, you reach a second orgasm, than a third; how many exactly was beyond your count and concern. James just had what it takes to get you there, again and again.

Without warning, you get tossed around in a blur, down on your knees again, suddenly seeing James standing over you, stroking that wonderful, amazing, orgasm inducing cock of his like mad. You know immediately what he wants to do. He's going to blast his cum all over your face. You would never allow it if somebody had asked, but James didn't bother. Inwardly, a voice of protest is making a fuss about how this is gross, humiliating, and dehumanizing, but you are so lost in the fog that you don't make a protest or move to avoid it. The smell of hot raunchy sex assaults your nose, but you find it intoxicating; the rhythmic motion of James moving his hand back and forth hypnotic, all the more enticing as it's lubricated by your wet pussy. You start rubbing it with one hand, massaging your mountainous tit with your other, keeping your arousal up until the end.

James moans louder and louder as he approaches, followed by a loud exhalation as he finally releases. The sudden sensation of his cum on you still surprised you, in part as it was an immediate and swift change. Mostly though, as you feel your face and chest painted white by him, you're surprised to find that you actually like this. James just used you as fulfillment of a fantasy he no doubt gained from porn, a display of his ownership of you, and you being used as nothing more than a porn model or prostitute.

And yet, you're more turned on, more aroused, more satisfied than any other time you've had sex before. This is probably the first time you could really say that you _fucked. _No reservations, no emotional desires, no shame. Just going at it purely for the joy of it, entertaining any and every desire you have. The kind of thing someone would write or fantasize about, and although you've never fantasized as getting cum on your face, you've certainly fantasized about this feeling. The feeling of real satisfaction, of lust being fulfilled, of ecstatic bliss. This wasn't fantasy this time, this wasn't just a story. This was so very incredibly real. You sit for a few seconds after James finished, reveling in the new sensation. Cum still in your eyes, blocking your vision, you try to give James one last treat. Your hand wanders until it finds cock and wraps hard around it immediately, stroking the shaft as you suck on the head, drawing any last drops of cum out, as well as loud moans as you please his super sensitive spot.

You stop and let go, finally clearing your eyes. Looking up at James, you both smile incredibly at each other, without a word spoken. He extends his hands down to help you get back on your feet, unbothered by his cum now on his own body, thanks to you.

"Fuck" You exhale "That was amazing"

"No kidding" James replied as he slapped your ass gently "Go get cleaned up, and I'll find a way to get you back to the dorms"

"Nah" you reply "thanks, but I think I'll stay here." This would be another first for you; actually sleeping over in a man's bed. The idea doesn't bother you; in fact it thrills you. The more you go outside the box, the more you enjoy it, as if your comfort zone was inverting on itself. You're not sure what that means in the long run, but you know that right here, right now, you're where you need to be.