The world is black, the world is white

Nick found Gina in a room he found a little too much even by the Harem Hotel’s standards. It was an indoor garden enclosed within the walls of the hotel. The plants were being reared in enclosures. In the center of the garden, down a tile path, sat a raised dais. The sign at the center read “Trophy Garden”.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what the “trophies” were.

Golden statues of women displayed in sexual throes stood atop podiums filling the platform. Women he knew, too. Nick winced. The sexual acts depicted were all familiar to him as well. Carly’s naked figure and arched back, from when she rode him in the shower. Dakota’s face in gleeful ecstasy and delight as she made love to him, contrasted with Dawn’s face, twisted in pain, from their night together. And another statue, showing Carly for a second time, holding open her sister’s golden legs and presenting her up for Nick.

And one final statue, the first one on display, depicting Gina’s naked figure on her back, as if she was being ridden gently. And Gina herself stood next to the statue with a wistful look in her eye.

“Gina.”

She froze and whirled around, her eyes wide with terror.

“N-Nick!” She moved to run again but he grabbed her by the wrist.

“What’s the matter?” He asked. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” She spat, trying to shake herself free. “Nothing’s wrong!”

Nick, overwhelmed with emotion, raised his hand… and swatted her on the ass.

“Hyahhn!” She shook like a leaf, feeling a surge of pleasure run through her.

“Are you going to tell me, or not?” He gruffly demanded.

The look in her eye changed. The fear and worry was gone, replaced by a playful glimmer.

“Guess not,” she purred, shaking her ass. “I suppose you’ll have to make me.”

A tempting offer. But Nick wasn’t here to play around.

“Gina, are you upset about me getting married?”

The flinch her face went through answered that certainly enough.

“I thought so.” He let go of her hand.

“N-no,” she said quickly, shaking her head. “It’s not… I adore Mary, really, I do! In fact, I loaned her some BP so she could buy a ring!”

“Then what’s the issue?” Nick asked. “Is it jealousy? What is it? Because if you want me to marry you, too, I will.”

Gina froze, and in that fearful look Nick saw where the truth lay.

“I… I don’t deserve to get married,” Gina said, taking a step off the podium and into the grass. “Like, don’t get me wrong, I love being your slut, Nick, I do! But marriage…”

She shook her head. “No way. Sorry, it’s not for me.”

Nick frowned. Yeah, no way was he having that.

“We’ll see about that,” he said, sick and tired of Gina’s self-deprecation. He took charge and pushed Gina face down into the grass. Gina was incredulous. She raised her head, and saw the statue of herself towering over her, and laughed.

“This… is this really happening?!” She sputtered, looking around frantically. A wild smile split her face in half. “I never thought you’d be up for something like this, Nick!”

“It’s master,” Nick gruffly replied, getting in character by smacking her on the ass. “And if you want to be treated like a sex ****, then you shouldn’t give a damn where we do it, right?”

“Wasn’t complaining,” Gina purred, arching her back and rubbing her butt against Nick’s crotch. “Glad to see you getting so wild, mister ‘soon-to-be-married man’.”

“Hey.” Nick slapped her ass again. “Don’t talk about her right now,” he growled. “This is about you and I.”

“Oh, really?” Gina pressed her quaking cheeks deeper into Nick’s crotch, rubbing up against his hardening cock. “Because it seems when I talk about M-A-R-Y you get even harder and more ready to give me what I need…”

“You don’t know what you need,” Nick said, reaching up and tugging on her tangled mess of hair, pulling it hard and yanking her head back. “But I do. And it seems like you need a good disciplining if you ask me! What’s this about you not deserving marriage, huh?”

“I-I don’t!” Gina yelped, feeling her loins flare up from the pain of her hair being pulled. “I’m not some… two-bit… hahn! Two-bit… bimbo housewife… hngg!” Her juices soaked through her panties and her tight jeans, and if not for the fact that she was using her hands to balance herself she would have ripped them right off her ass.

“No? So you’re just some two-bit bimbo skank I’m banging on the side, then, are you?” Nick nearly tore her bottoms away, exposing her pale cheeks to the sun. “So tell me, what’s this?”

Gina’s inflated rump was clad in a pair of lacey white panties that she’d practically ruined from her own squirt. A match brassiere clung to her hanging melons, but Nick couldn’t see them.

Nick gave her ass a few more spanks when she didn’t answer him the first time, then he pulled her panties aside and dug a few fingers into her sopping wet hole. Her lips parted for him immediately and his hand came back drenched.

“Like I thought, you’re really jonesing for it, aren’t you?” Nick teased. “My cock.”

“Yes…” Gina panted, her mouth feeling dryer than the desert. She humped back against Nick’s hand, nearly soaking him with her juices.

“Well, answer the question then,” Nick said. He unzipped his pants and pulled them down, freeing his hardening shaft from their denim prison. “What’s with these panties? Shouldn’t a naughty slut like you be wearing thongs with an ass like this?” He spanked her again, palming one of her cheeks and giving it a squeeze. “Assuming you’d bother wearing anything at all, of course.”

Gina bit her lip. “I… I bought it… at the boutique yesterday… just an impulse buy… one or two things…”

Gina: 3200 BP – 200 BP = 3000 BP

Kim: 1900 BP + 100 BP = 2000 BP

“And instead of your usual skankwear, you bought this?” Nick smirked. “Looks to me like maybe you might want to get married more than you thought.”

Gina winced. She didn’t even really know WHY she’d bought that lacey junk. She just knew she’d wanted it.

Even if I did, so what? It’s just a fantasy. An impossible dream. In a moment of clarity in the midst of her grinding, Gina understood her heart’s desire, but she knew full well that such a thing was impossible. Mary was the housewife. The mother. The sweetheart girl who would stay home baking cookies and taking the kids to soccer games.

Gina would just sit on the couch and get high all day.

“Fuck it…” Gina panted, thrusting against Nick’s fingers. They were doing wonders for her but she needed more. “Come on… put it in already… I need it!”

“…Yeah, alright,” Nick said, withdrawing his digits from her aching slit. “I’ll put it in…”

He grabbed his cock, with was as hard as steel by this point, and rubbed it against her pussy, tracing it along her lips. Her hips bucked at the warm flesh contact and she pushed back, trying to cut through the bullshit and just get him inside her already.

But Nick pulled back, keeping his head from sliding between her lips.

“Huuaan?” Gina moaned in frustration, bucking back against him. She might have a thing for being tortured but this was just rude! She looked over her shoulder, her eyes wild with heat. “Come on, put it in already!”

“Sorry,” he said, wagging his cock like a disapproving finger. “But I don’t think you get this just yet. First, I want you to tell me you deserve it.”

“I do!” Gina wailed from deep in her pussy. “Give it to me, I deserve it!”

“Deserve what?” Nick pressed.

“CAWK!” Gina roared. “Big, fat, throbbing CAWK! Give it to me!”

She humped the air frantically, hoping to entice him into sliding inside her. But Nick wasn’t falling for something like that. Instead he just swatted her shaking ass, adding to the countless red marks adorning it.

“I don’t think so,” he chastised her. “That’s not what I want to hear.”

“Then what?” Gina wailed in desperation. “Just say it, master! I’ll be such a good little slut! Tell your slut what to say and she’ll say it like the good girl she is!”

“Say you deserve to get married,” Nick urged. “…No, say you deserve to be my wife! Say it!”

“I… I-!” Gina’s brain started frying as she tried to figure out how to get the cock. Nick had told her the magic words, and all she had to do was say them.

“I deserve to be your wife!” She shouted, knowing it wasn’t true. But who cared at this point? She’d tell him his penis was made out of solid gold if that would get it inside her.

Instead she got another spanking for her fib.

“I don’t think you really believe that,” Nick chastised. “Say it like you mean it. Say it like you know it’s true!”

“It… that…” Gina clenched her jaw, still twerking desperately for Nick’s favor. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d worked this hard to get someone’s dick inside her!

“You’re my sex toy, Gina,” Nick assured her, caressing her soft cheeks with a firm hand. “But that’s not all you are. You’re going to be my sex toy wife. You want to be tied up in the basement? Fine, we can do that. But you have to give me the whole package if you want my package.”

Gina nearly burst out laughing at the terrible wordplay. If not for the aching urge in her loins, she might have.

“Please…” she panted. “Just forget about that stuff, master… I’m… I’m a sex toy, baby, I’m your sex toy… but you know I ain’t for wifing up!”

Nick grabbed her by the hair again, pulling so hard her back nearly arched at a ninety degree angle. “Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t know this was a negotiation,” he snarled. “Are you or are you not my sex toy, willing to do whatever it takes to make me happy?”

“Yes… oh, fuck yes, master…” Gina moaned.

“So if it pleased me to marry you and call you my wife, then you’d do it, right?”

Gina swallowed. Putting it like that…

She gulped. “I…”

“Well, too bad, slut. Because I’m not giving you any orders like that,” Nick snapped. “If you’re becoming my sex toy fuckwife, it’s because that’s what YOU want to be. Not because you’re just following orders, got it?”

“Yes… yes, master,” Gina grunted, feeling an odd sense of disappointment in her chest. Did I really want that so badly? She wondered, trying to piece together her thoughts through the haze of sexual frustration. Am I upset that he didn’t give me an order like that for his pleasure?

Nick leaned in close, his breath kissing hot against her ear. “You’re my sex toy,” he asserted, grabbing her ass roughly. “But I want more than that out of you. I want you to tell me what you want. Not what you think you deserve.”

“I…” Gina’s thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of his teeth sinking into her ear. She howled and bucked her hips, crashing back against him.

If only he was inside her! Fuck, that would have felt amazing…

“Last chance to say it,” Nick taunted, teasing the head of his cock against her lips again. “I don’t have any use for a sex toy who won’t be honest with me. If you won’t tell me the truth, I’ll go find someone who will.”

Oh, fuck, why did that sound so hot to her right now? Holly was supposed to be the denial slut, not her! But damn… withholding his approval like this was striking her in all the worst places!

“Please…” She panted. “Please give it to me… I don’t… I know I can’t say it, but… it’s because I don’t deserve to be your wife! Not like Mary… not like the others… they’re all so much better than me, I don’t have it…”

Once upon a time she’d thought of marry Nick. Just a passing thought with no real weight behind it, the way kids do.

But her hands were so dirty now. A clean, pure girl like Mary was the kind of wife he deserved.

Nick laughed. It sounded biting and cruel.

“Don’t compare yourself to Mary,” he chuckled. “Don’t compare yourself to anyone! You’re special all on your own, my little fuckslut. Because that’s what you are. My slut. My slutty, sexy, bimbo fuckwife. You think I want you around because of your housewife skills? Mary can handle those. She’s going to be my girl for all the homemaking, and all that pure, wholesome sex. No, you’re going to be my wife for riding hard and rough, doing all the things I wouldn’t do to someone like her!”

Damn. She didn’t know how much of that he meant, but it felt hot to hear. “But… but I don’t need to be your wife for that, master,” she groaned. “I’m just your-”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Nick snapped, tugging her hair again. “If I wanted to bang a slut who had no interest in being my wife, that’s what Carly’s for. But with you, I need something a little more permanent. Because you’re such a bad girl, you NEED a husband. Not just a master. You need someone who can give you what you need not just physically. Once we’re married, you won’t be able to hide anymore, Gina.”

Hide?

“I’m… I’m not-FUCK!” He’d stuck the tip of his cock in, just the head, but it was enough to make her seize up completely. Then it was gone, leaving her lower lips throbbing desperately for their partner again.

“If you don’t think you deserve the same happiness as everyone else, then you’re definitely hiding,” Nick asserted. “You’re hiding your heart, because you STILL think you’re not worth having happiness! You’ll love being my sex toy, sure, but that won’t compare to the pleasure that’ll come when you see that ring… when you know for a fact that the reason I’m hurting you is because I love you so much!”

God, it sounded amazing. So amazing that Gina could practically see it in front of her. Spots flashed before her eyes as she pictured herself in a wedding dress like Carly’s, only skimpier, showing off her tats to the world. She imagined the heat in Nick’s eyes when they got to the honeymoon sweet, the way he’d tear her dress off and **** her like the skank she was!

…And then, when they were done… he’d hold her close and whisper in her ear how much he loved her. How much he couldn’t wait for their lives together as husband and wife. He’d stroke her cheek and give her a chaste kiss, and she’d settle down in his arms knowing that he’d never leave her.

Fuck. That actually sounds really fucking nice.

Could she dare to dream?

“Just say it,” he urged her. “Say you deserve to be my wife, and we’ll both get what we want.”

“I… I…” Feelings she’d long-repressed came spilling out of her in her desperation. “I DO! I deserve it! I deserve to be your naughty, skanky, sex toy wife! Tie me down and then tie me up! Put a ring on my finger so I’m legally BOUND to be a set of holes for you to fuck!”

Nick was so taken aback by that last part that he broke character for a second. I, uh… I don’t think that’s how it works.

But then, who was he to get in the way of her fantasy?

Feeling the need coming off her and not sure what else to say, Nick did the only thing left to do, and gave her exactly what she asked for.

“YEEEEEEESS! FUCK! FUCKING YES!” Gina’s body rocked with orgasm as she felt Nick fill her up fully. She’d been so **** and kept on edge all this time that she came immediately, riding out her climax with a howl in her throat.

“Ugh, you see?” Nick grunted, humping into her at a frantic pace, trying in vain to match her desperation. They rutted like a pair of dogs in heat as he slammed into her meaty ass, trying to cram as much of his dick inside her as he could. “This is what you get for being honest! For being my sexy, honest little fuckwife, you get to cum your brains out!”

Every time Nick spanked Gina, her pussy squeezed down tightly. She came over and over again as he thrust inside of her, his penis fitting her gasping hole perfectly. And the pleasure she felt was repaid in kind. With Gina, he didn’t have to be gentle, he could be as rough as he wanted and she’d take it without hesitation. It felt good to use her body to relieve his stress, and after so much buildup to the sex, he found himself pushed over the edge almost instantly.

“Fuck… Gina… I’m cumming!” He grunted, knowing he was nearing his climax. But he had least had the sense of mind not to spray inside her this time. They’d been reckless in their previous attempts, but if he’d learned anything from last week it was that he needed to put more thought in where he was putting his shaft.

Gina, on the other hand, couldn’t care less. In the heat of intense sex, “consequences” was a dirty word. And not the fun kind of dirty.

She was about to shout to him that she didn’t care, but she paused, having a better idea.

“In… in…!” Nick tensed, fearing she was going to demand he finish inside her.

“IN MY MOUTH!” She begged, catching him by surprise as another orgasm rolled through her hips and nearly pushed him over the edge. To keep from seeding her he actually had to physically push her off his cock, sending her sprawling into the grass (not that she would mind.)

She quickly hopped to her feet as a spurt of cum shot over the lawn, and dropped down in front of him to catch any remaining shots with her open mouth. She wrapped her lips over his head, and found out, to her joy, that he had quite a lot to give.

“Ugh… fuck… you feel so good to cum inside of…” Nick groaned, resting his hand in her tangled hair as he pushed her further down her cock. As he was praising her, Gina felt something strange well up inside her chest.

For the last few weeks, a strange thirst had been clawing at her throat. Like there was something she wanted to drink, but she just couldn’t find the right thing to quench her desire.

Swallowed! +1 VP

She had now. Nick’s semen was like water in an oasis for Gina. She could drink an entire liquor store dry and it would be a drop in the bucket compared to how his seed filled her stomach. She nearly came on the spot, and before she realized it, his cock had stopped spurting, and she was just sucking on the dregs.

“Haaaaaah…” She pulled off from his head with a pop and rubbed her stomach, feeling a strange relief she’d never known. But that feeling went away as soon as it came, and that familiar jonesing thirst returned to her.

Luckily, Nick’s cock was still nice and hard, even if it was glazed in her juices. Licking her lips she went back for another taste, but was stopped when Nick covered the head with his hand.

“Gina…” He said warningly. Testingly. “What do we say?”

Gina glanced up at him and made a coo with her throat. She batted her eyelashes him coquettishly. “Hey, Nick? Marry me sometime?”

“Good girl.” He removed his hand and she shook with orgasm, falling forward and sucking up his cock in a second.

Blowjob! +3 VP