The New Plaything

He brought her in like a fucking offering--young, nervous, lips trembling, dress barely covering anything. A little innocent and never touched by a woman, and it showed.

I was on my knees when he told her to lie on the table. She climbed up slow, trying not to shake, but failing. Her eyes wouldn't meet mine. Good. That made it better.

No panties. Just skin, slick and trembling. I lifted her dress and pushed her thighs apart. She flinched. Whimpered. Tried to keep her legs closed, but I didn't let her.

She gasped the second I touched her--bare fingers, no warning. I rubbed over her cunt once, slow. She jerked. Again, deeper. She moaned. That sound? That was her body betraying her.

I leaned in and dragged my tongue across her pussy, top to bottom. She tensed. She was already soaked.

She didn't say no. But she didn't say anything else either.

Good.

I licked her again. Sloppier. Deeper. She writhed. Her hips lifted. She whimpered like she hated how good it felt.

I pinned her thighs down with my shoulders and shoved my tongue in. Her hole clenched. Her hands gripped the table. She let out a sound that wasn't even a word.

She didn't want this--but her cunt did.

"Stay still," I said, voice muffled in her drippy cunt. "You're not here to decide anything."

I kept eating her, slow and messy. Sucking her clit again and again. She didn't stop shaking. She was making high, gasping noises--whiny and broken.

I pulled back for just a second. Her pussy was glistening, open, twitching. She looked down at me, dazed, ashamed.

"Turn over," I said.

She hesitated but clumsily started to turn.

She flipped onto her stomach, face down, ass up. Legs trembling. Dress pushed up. Her cunt still glistening.

I spread her open. Her hole was untouched. Small. Pink. Already wet from the mess dripping down. I moaned--not for show, out of excitement.

I dove in. Spit first. Then tongue. I licked her with long, flat strokes over her hole, then tighter circles, teasing, flicking, fucking her open.

She squirmed. Moaned. Tried to lift her head but couldn't.

I kept going. She was so warm, so tight. I felt her start to loosen, twitch. Her body wanted to let go. Her mind didn't.

Didn't matter.

She was was going to keep being used.

When she was gasping and leaking down her thighs, I looked up.

"Sir. She's ready for your cock, I think."

She made a desperate, choking sound.

"Oh, is she?" he said. "A whore like you knows I don't fuck anyone until my cock's ready."

"Yes, Sir." I dropped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth, moaning as I swallowed him all the way into my throat.

He grabbed my hair and started to fuck my mouth--hard, fast, relentless. Gagging me, using me until his cock was slick and dripping.

Then he stood behind her and looked at me again. "Put it in."

I guided his cock to her ass, holding her open.

He leaned in close to her ear. "Now, beg me to fuck your ass, slut."

She was crying. Quiet. Real.

"Please," she choked. "Please don't--please..."

She tensed. Her whole body locked down.

He pushed.

She screamed.

Her back arched. Her fists slammed against the table. Her hole stretched slow, brutal, too much too fast. He kept going. She sobbed. She shook. She tried to crawl forward but I held her down.

Her voice broke. "Stop--stop--please--"

But he didn't.

He forced more in, inch by inch. She shook her head, face smeared with tears, voice shattered.

"You don't have to want it," I whispered in her ear. "You just have to take it."

He bottomed out with a groan. Buried in her. Her hole stretched impossibly wide, twitching around him.

She sobbed into the table. Couldn't speak. Couldn't move.

And he started to fuck her.

Slow at first. Then hard. Each thrust brutal, grinding her into the table. Her screams turned to hoarse gasps, then to helpless whimpers.

I reached under her, rubbed her clit hard and fast. Her whole body jolted.

"No," she whispered. "No--*fuck--*don't--"

She came.

She didn't want to. She tried to stop it. Her body didn't care.

She came around his cock, squirting, twitching, broken. Her legs gave out. Her arms collapsed. She just lay there--used.

And he kept going.

He fucked her until she was nothing but blank

Then he came. Deep, rough, buried in her. He held her down and filled her.

She didn't even react.

He pulled out.

Her hole stayed open. Wide. Messy.

I got on my knees and licked everything. Cum. Sweat. Shame. I swallowed it all.

Sir handed me the plug.

I pushed it in.

She flinched.

Then she went still.

Breathing shallow. Dress ruined. Legs twitching.

The new plaything.