Fucktoy gets what she wants with Dina

Outside coach Miller and Fucktoy meet with the confused group of girls. "Oh God, that's why they're late. The whore was with them again," says a girl in the back.

"Tina, take a lap," coach Miller says automatically.

"No, it's alright Bill," Fucktoy says. "Girls, I want you to know that it's only okay if you call me that. And maybe my daughter, Dina."

That gets some shock from the group. "What happened to Dina?" Asks a girl that Fucktoy recognizes as Paige.

"She finally realized her potential. Isn't that great?" Fucktoy says. From the murmurs, Fucktoy suspects that they don't actually think it's great. "I promise, this is the start of a very happy life. Now, I was hoping Coach, here, would have a use for me? Since PE doubles as health class, I figured you all could use a live demonstration."

For the rest of the class, Fucktoy's body is examined and prodded and explained to the girls. At least one seems particularly interested in her body, and she makes a note of them. Maybe for herself, maybe to talk to Mason about. She's willing to bet he has some use for women who are into women.

In the locker room, Dina is being used. That's the best way she has come to describe it. She's realizing that she's a tool, and the best she can do is assist these boys by responding to them. Every hole of hers is taken and made theirs, molded by their cocks, stretched to their limits. There isn't a cock in the place that she doesn't enjoy. The only person holding back is Oliver.

When, finally, Dina gets a break from the cocks, she slides over to her friend. She's panting and entirely covered in cum, with at least as much in her, and then more on the floor. "Hey man, what's wrong?" she asks.

"Nothing it's just, uh," he won't meet her gaze. "This isn't how I wanted this to go."

Dina looks down at his cock, which is clearly rock hard. "What do you mean, Dude?"

"Well I, uh, I guess I wanted to, y'know, take you to dinner first?" the boy blushes deep crimson.

"Oh, wow," she bites her lip, tasting more semen, and letting it dribble out of her mouth. "I wish you'd said something."

"If I did, what would it change? You're still going to get plowed by every dick in sight," he says bitterly.

"First of all, rude. Second of all, you're going to have to accept that that's what's going to happen. This is me, and this is my body." She reaches over and strokes his cock through his gym shorts. Around her most of the guys are either laying down, exhausted, or giving them space. "Look, I'm still me in here. I'm just a version of me with a purpose. This is going to be a major part of my life now. If my mom is any indication, I'm not going to be able to go anywhere without a dude putting his cock in me once or twice. But that doesn't mean we can't have some fun. Dinner might just get, uh, interrupted."

Dina hesitantly pulls Oliver's cock from his pants, then glances at him. He isn't saying no, so she leans over and gives it a tentative lick. She's encouraged when it twitches and she begins to suck on it, giving him time to think.

"I don't know if I can be with a slut like that," he says. There's no malice in his voice. He's saying it literally and Dina accepts it as such.

Dina strokes his cock as she speaks. His prick is a cute little thing. She doesn't have a preference for size anymore, since the real pleasure is in getting it off more than getting off on it, but she thinks it suits him. "Think of it this way. You've wanted a girlfriend for a long, long time now. Maybe that's even been me for a while, I don't know. And I'm sure you've got some weird little kinks in that brain of yours. I'm there for you whenever you need me, and there's nearly nothing I'll say 'no' to. You want to put it in my ass, it's already lubed up with cum. You want to tie me up? Go for it. I love getting choked, and I take good care of my feet. Name it and I'm yours."

"Really?" he asks, beginning to pant. "Even... cosplay?"

Dina does her best not to laugh. "Yes, even cosplay so long as you help me buy or make the stuff. Look what I'm doing with these dweebs. You don't think I'm gonna put extra effort in for my boyfriend? Shit, I'm pretty sure you could ask me to be your live in sex **** and Mom would tell me that I'm lucky. Dad... he's another question but somehow I don't think he matters anymore?" Dina is confused about that, but she can't say out loud why she thinks so. Instead she goes back to blowing the man that might soon be her boyfriend. Or maybe master.

"Maybe we can try that," he says, trying to disguise his eagerness and failing. "For a while."

In response, Dina takes his hand and places it on the back of her head. Getting the message he presses her down, her lips kissing him around the base of his cock. It doesn't take long to cum like that. His cum goes straight down her throat, her letting it happen. She's too messy to care when some leaks out.

"So, are we good? Am I your girlfriend?" Dina asks.

"As a start," Oliver says, still blushing. This time he meets her gaze. He almost goes in for a kiss but thinks better of it.