Brooke has resigned herself to her use for now, knowing it's supposed to conclude by the end of the year. The things she's asked to do start becoming progressively worse. This chapter contains, oral and anal sex in addition to regular intercourse. It also includes triple penetration. Another reminder Brooke doesn't have to worry about STD's in this fantasy world, but she does have another worry now.
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Ch. 15 - Fuck Toy
From that moment forward, I became Oliver's fuck toy. Since I already knew who he was and where he lived, he added my name to the list of those the security guard could allow into his development, so my neighbors wouldn't become suspicious of the people coming to my place. Nor did he have to ambush me somewhere else. Sometimes it was just him alone fucking me, using any or all three of my holes. Other times, Oliver scheduled events, or as he called them, tasks, for me to participate in when it wasn't just him or maybe a couple others making use of me. Any time another person was present, I was masked to hide my identity, though sometimes I suspected it was more to hide the identity of the other person. A mask which allowed me to see would be equally effective for only the first reason. If they spoke, which didn't always happen, I sometimes believed I recognized the voice of the speaker. I thought I recognized the voice of the Fox5 weather girl when I was licking a cunt once, and another time, I believed the speaker to be a well known Georgia politician plowing into my cunt.
Sometimes Oliver told me the reasons for the sex; sex magic to get a certain person a promotion, or pay increase. If it wasn't for sex magic, it was to repay favors rendered. I often thought the favors were more effective in bringing about "magic" than actual magic from the act of sex. Every week, I received another video of my actions. I think he did it to keep me ashamed and disgusted with myself; not allowing me to bury the shit I did in the back of my mind and suppress it. It was as if I grew accustomed to it, the sex magic would no longer work. When my body betrayed me and I screamed to be fucked, he always sent me the video after to remind me of my sins and keep me guilty and loathing myself. The video always included my orgasms and begging, to keep my humiliation foremost.
The so called tasks always involved multiple people and were particularly degrading and humiliating. The first of these tasks was the second week after I agreed to be his plaything.
"How many different cocks have you sucked?" Oliver asked.
"I don't know for sure, sir" I said. "Being blindfolded sometimes, I haven't seen all of them. There might have been a few repetitions."
"Assume they were all different," he said.
I thought. Oliver's cock, Tanner's, the elderly black gentleman on the beach, the two in the club. It seemed worse than it had actually been. Two of the others I'd been with had used my cunt instead and I'd licked a cunt. "Five," I said.
"We're going to substantially increase that number today, slut," Oliver said.
He took me to a sordid little sex shop in a strip mall in a seedy part of town. He introduced me to the proprietor, a nasty looking individual missing several of his teeth. He also didn't look like he'd taken a bath in about a week.
"Jeremiah, this slut wants to work your glory hole for the next ninety minutes," Oliver said.
I didn't know what a glory hole was, but imagined I'd soon learn. Given he'd said I'd be sucking a lot of cock today, I supposed it had something to do with cocksucking.
"If she's going on glory hole duty," the filthy man said, "I have to find out if she knows how to suck cock."
No surprise there.
"No problem. You want to test her out yourself?" Oliver asked.
"Sure. Come to my office and we'll see how she does." He turned and left the counter to some pimply faced young man and led us to the back of the store. Oliver pushed me in front of him.
"Do I have to suck his cock, sir?" I whispered. "He looks as if he hasn't washed in a week."
"Get used to it." He pushed me forward.
Jeremiah led us to his crowded little office. It was so small, he couldn't close the door with all of us in it. He pulled down the zipper on his jeans and said, "Get busy, slut."
I knelt down on the floor and opened his fly. His underwear might have been white once, but they were a dingy gray now and had a couple yellow urine stains on them. I pulled them down and exposed his tiny prick. As soon as I my nose got close to his crotch, I could smell the sour, musky odor emanating from him. I gingerly started to tongue his cock and felt it grow in my hand. Fortunately, it didn't taste as bad as it smelled, but it wasn't pleasant either. When it was wet, I engulfed the head in my mouth and started to suck. Jeremiah pushed down on the top of my head, thrusting my mouth over the full length of his shaft. Luckily, it wasn't large, even hard; maybe five inches or a little more, so I had no problem taking all of him down my my throat, but being pushed deeper over his cock brought my nose closer to the source of his unpleasant odors, nearly making me gag. He wasn't trimmed and his pubic hair was long and flecked with gray.
He let me pump his prick for a few minutes, then had me suck his balls. They were larger than his cock led me to expect and I could only take one at a time into my mouth. I rolled each one around in my mouth, having to strain to keep from gagging on the stench. He let me caress his balls for a couple more minutes and then pulled my head up on his knob again to finish up. When Jeremiah climaxed, the volume of his discharge was incredible. His large testicles held an ocean of cum and he seemed like he hadn't cum in a month of Sundays. Spurt after spurt of salty, sour fluid flooded my mouth and I swallowed frantically to keep up. By and large, it was the most disgusting cock I'd ever sucked and I was happy to be done with it.
Jeremiah waited until I'd cleaned his shaft, then said, "She'll do."
He zipped up his zipper and led us to a nondescript white door and ushered us inside.
"Customers will start showing up in about ten minutes," Jeremiah said, leaving and closing the door behind him.
"Strip off your clothes," Oliver said.
"We agreed there wouldn't be any public sex, sir, where my identity could be known," I said, not yet obeying him.
