Your first time

When you came to, you were in a luxurious hotel room.

White was the main colour, but that wasn't your main concern... no, could it even be called a concern?
You didn't know why, but the bloated naked man in front of the bed you were lying upon didn't seem like a threat... or more like, he didn't feel like it, not even with that hard meat obelisk rising in between his legs.

You were wholly in control of your actions... but actually none of your inhibitions were left.
This meant that being in heat, you wouldn't mind anyone as long as they could stuff you full of cock.
But with this still being your first time, you didn't throw yourself on the stranger like a cock-starved slut and instead gave him a coquettish look.
You were lying on your back, your hands covering your breasts while your raised knees rubbed together, trying to soothe the fire lit in between your legs as well as hiding the flooding it provoked...

The sight was quite appealing apparently, as the man could hold himself back no more and climbed on the bed, his hands grabbing your knees and then prying them aside, spreading your legs open and revealing the wet heaven hiding within... it was indeed an heavenly sight, and the sweet aroma wafting off your flower was like fuel thrown upon the fire of his lust now that he could smell it directly from the source.

You were in heat, and breathed in so much aphrodisiac.
He was horny, and breathed in so much of your pheromones.
On a side note, despite having no need at all for it, the guy also drank as much "energy drinks" as he could.
The kind that'd keep him hard for hours with just a sip.

Was there any need to explain what would happen next?
You didn't even bother with foreplay.
He lined himself up, and you reached your arms out as if to ask for an hug.
He was more than happy to do so, after pushing his tip in.

You gasped at the sudden intrusion, but just like your lower lips were suckling on his tip... your upper ones soon did the same to his.
This wasn't your first kiss nor your first frenching, but your experience could not compare to this guy's skill.
Moreover you were in heat, no inhibitions, naked, on a bed, with his tip in you. Making out like this was... incredible, marvellous, and the more you felt like that the tighter you hugged him.

Eventually he lost his patience though.
He wasn't here to make out, he was here to make a woman out of you.

That was why he eventually got his tongue out your mouth, yours trailing up to follow him till it could follow no longer... though you still didn't let go of him. Your arms may not be tightly wrapped around his neck any more, but your hands still hung loosely as if to make it clear you wouldn't let him go farther than that.

Not that he needed it, as the man instead skilfully folding you over, grabbing you under the knees and pushing them up till they were pinned near your face, his bloated body towering over your slimmer one.

There was no need to line himself up again, his tip was still safely wrapped within your slit.
And just like his tip was locked within you, his eyes too were fixed upon yours.
Your expectations and dread about what was about to come... he was taking that all in, while expecting just what kind of face you'd make once your hymen was no more, as well as how your expressions will warp along the way...

He had no intention to enjoy you for just one night.
Heroines were hard to come by and if your identity wasn't uncovered, it would be hard to keep enjoying you even if he got a video of your romp. That was why he drank so many energy drinks, and had ordered some more along food while booking this room for the whole week.
Both of you won't leave this place anytime soon... but this wasn't the time for that.

His eyes were fixed on yours as he began to slowly push, his tip prodding your hymen and stretching it forward... before backing down. Then, he did it again. And again.
He couldn't get enough of your dread and pleasure whenever your cherry was about to pop, and that was why he kept doing it over and over... till his own patience couldn't bear it any more, and down he went.

In an instant, you got stuffed full of cock.

Once again, he couldn't get enough of your expression.
Even with the mask on, he could see how startled but also pleased you were, he could see... and hear. Oh, how he could hear your gasp. There was no sign of pain or unwillingness, only love and relief.
With a smirk, in his mind he categorized you as a slut in the making, and promised himself to make a proper bitch out of you.
By the end of the week, you'll be nothing more that a cock-craving sow.
And if he got your identity, you'll be his personal sow.
He wouldn't mind getting a kid or two through you, and you sure would make a fine addition to his collection.

Indeed, this man had a collection.
When his attraction to a woman proved to be more than a passing fancy, he got dirt on them and then gifted an apartment to live in. Usually, just a video of their fornication was enough to do the trick...
Anyway the apartment she'd get would be luxurious enough, plus some money on the side to spend as she wished... she'd become his mistress. Just like all the other women in the apartment complex.
He owned the building, and considered it the pen he reared his bitches in.

By the way, this was also the building you were currently living in.