Chapter 1

The cunt usually pretended it was a normal woman. It normally tried to hide that it was more pussy than person, but right now the only thing it cared about was having a hard cock deep inside it. It stood barefoot on the cool marble tile of the hotel lobby, its blue polished toes curling slightly against the cold surface, wearing only a dark green sundress. It’s legs were spread just enough for its slick juices to leak out of its fuckhole and drip down the inside of its thighs in a slow, humiliating trickle, and its entire focus was on the primal need burning between its legs. The cunt wished for someone’s hand on the back of its neck to press it to its knees, force it to submit and take whatever cock was offered to it.

Rayna had left herself at home, had left behind the persona of the confident and successful young fitness trainer with her carefully crafted veneer of dignified respectability. She had agreed - eagerly, insistently - that for this romantic weekend getaway with Michael, her boyfriend and Master, she would leave her dignity behind. She had come on this vacation as what she was in her truest, horniest moments: a cunt, and nothing more. For this weekend she was just an empty, needy, desperate hole aching to be stretched around a thick cock. She wanted to be fucked, to have her pussy filled and her breasts played with. She was a fucktoy, and she wanted a man to use her to drain the cum from his hard cock.

Her pussy was throbbing. It felt so strange standing in the upscale wood-paneled lobby with its sleek modern furniture and its marble floor that gleamed beneath the soft glow of the recessed lighting. It was too normal a setting for a cunt. She should be in a dimly lit room with black painted walls, naked on her back with her legs in the air while a man fucked her hard with his fat cock and the mattress springs squeaked beneath her. Not standing in a fancy hotel wearing a cute dress.

The lobby was quiet, occupied only by herself, her Master, and the receptionist. But at any moment, the glass doors to her left could swing open and someone could step in, catching her in this state of raw, shameless need. There was no hiding it—her flushed cheeks, the tremor in her legs, and the stiff peaks of her nipples pressing against the fabric of her dress would expose her to anyone who saw her as the desperate whore she truly was. Rayna squeezed her legs together and shifted her weight, the friction sending another wave of frustrated pleasure through her, intensifying the ache in her cunt. The risk of someone seeing the sex doll she was beneath the surface made her horniness skyrocket. She didn’t want anyone to see her this way, yet the idea that they might made her dizzy with excitement.

She hadn’t cum in nearly three weeks. That was how long it had been since Michael had given his little fuck toy permission to orgasm. She’d edged herself over and over, multiple times every day, bringing her body to the brink of orgasm only to stop and deny herself at the last second. Each time, the frustration mounted, festered, and grew sharper. Michael had made it worse in the past few days, ordering her to edge herself more often, sometimes five, six, even seven times a day. It had been brutal. Her body trembled now under the constant pressure, so full of need that her thoughts had become a foggy haze of lust. It was hard to focus on anything other than the ache between her legs. Her brain was mush, and all she wanted was to finally be allowed to cum.

Rayna watched her Master as he stood a few feet away, listening to his smooth voice as he chatted playfully with the young Korean concierge. The girl was pretty, with straight, glossy black hair that just skimmed her shoulders and big tits that filled out her sea-foam green blouse. Michael was effortlessly charming, as always, and the girl was clearly enchanted by him. He had been toying with her, flirting casually, dropping compliments that made her blush and letting his fingertips “accidentally” graze her hand as he handed over his card. Rayna watched the girl’s smile grow, watched her not so subtly eye the bulge in Michael’s jeans, watched her nipples harden and poke out as she undoubtedly thought about the cock making that bulge and what she wanted to do with it.

Rayna found Michael irresistible, and she could tell the pretty Korean concierge felt the same way. The girl’s lip was caught between her teeth, her brow furrowed, clearly trying to keep control of herself. Her dark eyes kept darting back to Michael, full of hunger, drinking in his muscular form. Michael had that effect on women. His strong arms, his piercing green eyes, and the glimpse of dark chest hair peeking out from the neckline of his fitted white t-shirt were enough to get any woman’s attention. But it wasn’t just his looks. It was the way he spoke with people, like he could see straight through the surface and into the core of who you were. And when he did, it felt like he was telling you that he liked what he saw. His commanding presence and disarming charm made people like him, got women wet, and had them willing to do whatever he asked. Rayna felt a swell of pride—and arousal—knowing that he was hers. She knew exactly what that girl was feeling, knew how it felt to be caught in his gaze, to feel heat bloom in her belly from his attention, and she was proud to be the one who got to call him Master.

“I’ve always found Korean women to be absolutely stunning,” Rayna heard Michael say. He flashed the concierge one of his devastating smiles, and his green eyes swept up and down the petite girl, lingering on her curves. “I can only imagine the kind of trouble you could get a man into.”

The concierge blushed at his compliment and ducked her head for a moment, clearly flustered but pleased. Rayna watched as the girl subtly arched her back, pushing her tits forward, the silk of her sea-foam green blouse hugging them tightly, drawing Michael’s attention. A coy smile tugged at her lips. The girl gave Michael a sideways look from under her long lashes, her chocolate brown eyes glinting.

“Only the best kind of trouble.” Her tone was playful. Her dark eyes darted again to the bulge in Michael’s pants. “I’ll do anything for our guests,” she continued, her eyes returning to Michael’s. There was no mistaking the hunger in the concierge’s eyes or the suggestiveness of her voice. “I’m happy to accommodate ... whatever the customer wants.”

The girl was definitely interested in him. Rayna imagined Michael fucking the girl’s little Korean pussy, spreading it wide on his thick cock while her tits bounced up and down, and Rayna felt the sharp sting of jealousy twist in her chest. She knew she shouldn’t be feeling that way—Michael was her Master, and he could look, flirt, and do whatever he wanted. She was just his little fucktoy, a cunt with no right to deprive him of enjoying women. If anything, she should be helping him get more pussy. Still, Rayna couldn’t help but be envious of the attention that he was giving another girl. She loved how hot and strong he was, loved being his plaything, but seeing him give another girl his attention made her feel ... lesser. Less like his girlfriend, and more like a cunt for him to use and put aside when something better came along. That wasn’t fair to him, she knew. He loved her. And she had agreed - in fact she had asked - that he would treat her on this trip as if she was nothing more than a needy whore. He was doing as he had promised and was making it clear to her what she was: his plaything to fuck and humiliate. It was just so hard when her own insecurities kept getting in the way of enjoying playing out her fantasies.

The girl’s body language shifted, going from professional and polite to open and inviting. She leaned over the reception desk, her shoulders shifting back so that her chest was thrust forward even more. Her lips curved into a little grin, and her eyes kept darting down to Michael’s bulge, lingering there longer with each glance. She handed him a document to sign, and her pink manicured nails lightly grazed his skin, her fingertips brushing through the hair on the back of his hand for just a moment too long, as if testing how far she could push things.

While Michael was momentarily distracted by the paper in front of him, the girl quickly unbuttoned the top two buttons on her blouse. The silk parted to reveal the soft, creamy swell of her cleavage, her full, firm tits practically spilling out of the delicate green fabric. Rayna couldn’t compete with this effortlessly sexy girl. The concierge was a real woman, confident, in full ownership of herself. She flirted with ease, not inhibited by the fear of looking slutty or desperate. She wasn’t an insecure little cunt trying to be something more. She was bold and daring and comfortable in her body. Rayna wasn’t like that. She didn’t feel that comfortable with her sexuality or with exposing herself, no matter how badly she wanted to uninhibitedly enjoy herself and her sexuality.

She wondered when the last time the girl had cum had been. This girl hadn’t had to go three weeks without an orgasm, she was sure. Her pussy wasn’t denied like Rayna’s was. She could cum whenever she felt like it and could have as many orgasms as she wanted. She was a person, a normal, beautiful woman. The way she moved, the way she arched her back and smiled hungrily when Michael’s eyes lingered on her tits told Rayna that this girl was accustomed to having sex whenever she felt like having a hard cock inside her. She probably came every night with a cute guy between her thighs. A woman like her deserved to, had earned that pleasure by owning who she was. Rayna was just a cunt, a warm hole for getting cum out of men, and she fulfilled her purpose better – was wetter, tighter, and ready to fuck at a moment’s notice – when she was denied the satisfaction her pussy craved.

It wasn’t fair. Her jealousy surged again, hot and bitter.

She stepped forward to join in the conversation, the floor cold against her bare soles, and Michael wrapped his strong, muscular arm firmly across her lower back. Rayna’s cunt clenched at the gesture of possessiveness, and her jealousy evaporated in the warmth of Michaels embrace. She didn’t have to compete with the concierge; she was Michael’s, and he was devoted to her.

Michael’s hard body pressed against her side, and his musk surrounded her. A hot spike of desire pierced her, and she fought the urge to rub against him like a cat in heat. His cock was a hot, hard bulge against her hip, and it was taking all of her control not to turn into his body, drop to her knees, and suck his cock. He could do that to her so easily: the heat of his skin, the smell of his soap, the low, resonant timbre of his voice—just being near him turned her cunt into a puddle of need. She wondered if the concierge could smell her horny pussy leaking down the inside of her thighs. The thought was humiliating, and that made her pussy throb that much harder. The shame turned her on, which made her wetter, which made it more likely that someone would notice she was a horny dripping fuck hole, which was humiliating, and the cycle repeated.

Rayna was certain that anyone who looked at her would be able to tell that beneath her sundress, beneath the polite façade she presented to the world, she was nothing more than an achingly empty throbbing cunt, desperate for a thick cock to be buried deep inside it. She felt light-headed, the rush of desire almost too much to bear. She almost put her hand up her dress right then to try and relieve the tension, but she caught herself just in time. She flushed with embarrassment. She was such a horny, wanton little slut that she had just almost played with herself in the middle of the hotel lobby, where anyone could have seen. She imagined how the concierge would have stared, and she felt her clit start to pulse as the pressure within her rose to almost unbearable heights.

She forced herself to act like a normal woman, to pretend she wasn’t just desperate cunt aching to be filled with cock. “Hi, I’m Rayna,” she said, managing a polite smile as she fought against the need within her.

“Sooki,” replied the concierge, extending her small rose colored hand. Sooki’s grip was delicate yet firm, and lingered just a moment longer than necessary while her hungery gaze swept over Rayna’s slender body and curvy hips. Rayna felt a rush of heat flush her cheeks as Sooki’s eyes lingered on her tits and the bumps made by her hard nipples.

“And I’m Michael,” he interjected smoothly. “We have a room booked here for a long romantic weekend.”

Rayna leaned against Michael and melted into him, finding safety and desire against the firm muscles of his body. She hugged his side, her arms sliding around him, resting her head on his shoulder. Her willpower gave out, and she allowed herself a small measure of relief from the desire inside her by pressing her cunt against his thigh. She had to stifle a moan as she felt a wave of bliss from the small pressure. Her cunt ached for more. She wanted to hump against his leg like a horny bitch, wanted to spread her legs wide and grind her throbbing clit into his jeans until her needy fuckhole was satisfied, but she was keenly aware of the public setting and managed to restrain herself. It wasn’t easy. She could feel Michael’s thick cock straining against his pants, and all she could think about was taking it out and riding him until she came, until his balls were empty and her pussy was filled with his hot, thick load. The thought of sinking down onto his cock right now made her moan again. She was glad that Michael’s shoulder muffled the sound, preventing Sooki from overhearing, and her face burned hotly at her lack of restraint.

Sooki busied herself at her computer, her attention on the monitor, and Rayna took the opportunity to grope Michael’s cock and give it a good firm squeeze. He was hard, whether from her body pressed against his side, from seeing Sooki’s barely covered tits on display, or both she didn’t know, but she could feel his arousal through his jeans and her Master’s hard thick cock drove her crazy. She wanted him so badly that it was almost unbearable. The contact with his manhood made Rayna’s already soaking wet cunt spasm hard in desperation, and she let out an involuntary loud whine.

Sooki looked up at the sound and smiled knowingly. Rayna quickly let go of Michael’s cock and pretended to be nothing but a demure woman innocently cuddling her boyfriend. Not quickly enough. Sooki’s eyes had gone yet again to Michael’s crotch, and when they flicked back to meet Rayna’s gaze they were lit with mischief. Her broad grin made it obvious that she knew exactly what Rayna was up to. The Korean girl had caught her red-handed fondling Michael’s dick. Rayna’s face flamed hotter, her humiliation making her cunt spasm again. She knew she must look like a needy bitch, so desperate that she was openly feeling Michael’s cock in public. She wished she could just die.

“Oh, don’t be shy on my account. It’s so cute watching two people in love,” Sooki said with a smile.

Rayna couldn’t meet her gaze, mortified that a stranger had caught her groping Michael’s cock. Sooki wasn’t supposed to see her being a dirty whore! It felt so wrong to have a respectable young woman, so pretty and composed and in control, catch her being such a shameless, horny slut who would do anything for the thick cock pressed against her side.

Michael chuckled. “You have no idea how badly I’m looking forward to getting her to our room.”

“Oh, I think I can imagine. The way you two look at each other, it’s so adorable. And the way you can’t keep your hands off each other. Not gonna lie, it’s hot. Makes me jealous.” Sooki leaned forward on the granite desk, her eyes on Michael’s crotch. “If I had a guy like you, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off him either.” She flashed Rayna a sultry smile. “Or a girl like you.”

The pressure within Rayna surged again at Sooki’s words. Rayna was not even remotely bi-curious, but knowing Sooki was thinking about her that way made her hot all over.

“You like girls, Sooki?” Michael asked.

Sooki nodded. “Yeah, I like everyone. Guys, girls, it’s all good.” Her gaze slid down Michael’s body and back up to meet Rayna’s eyes. “Especially pretty ones.”

“Rayna does look great in that sundress,” Michael said. “Doesn’t she?”

Sooki nodded, still looking into Rayna’s eyes. “Yeah ... and I bet you look great out of it.”

Rayna flushed as hotly as if Sooki had touched her. The other woman’s gaze on her body made her skin feel tight and tingly. The girl was staring at where Rayna’s legs met beneath her sundress, clearly imagining what she’d find there. Rayna wondered if there was a wet spot showing through the dark green cotton. She wanted to feel her dress and check, but that would just draw attention to it. Instead, she pretended not to notice that Sooki was undressing her with her eyes. She shifted awkwardly, and Sooki’s eyes flicked down to her bare feet.

“You’ve got the cutest feet too,” continued Sooki, “and those blue toes...” She licked her lips. “So pretty. Can I ask, why no shoes?”

Rayna looked away uncomfortably, not wanting to explain to this girl she had just met that she was such a sex-crazed cunt that she did everything she could to turn her Master on, and Michael found her bare feet sexy.

Michael squeezed her shoulder encouragingly. “Tell her. Don’t be shy.”

“Because...” Rayna tried to find the right words. She had never talked about this with anyone other than Michael. “ ... I’m not allowed to. Because I’m just his ... because he told me ... He said that...” She couldn’t say it.

Sooki raised one thin black eyebrow and cocked her head.

“Do you want me to explain?” Michael asked.

Rayna nodded gratefully. “Please.”

Michael turned to Sooki with an earnest, honest expression. “This isn’t something we usually talk about with other people, but since we’re all friends now, and you asked ... Rayna likes being a sex object. She likes being reduced to a fucktoy, a thing for bringing pleasure to others, and especially to me. She gets off on being submissive and owned. On being my dirty whore.”

Rayna wanted to sink through the floor and disappear. The pressure inside her spiked hard, and she couldn’t keep a small whine of desperation from escaping her lips.

Sooki stared at Michael in open mouthed astonishment.

Michael’s cocky grin turned into a smirk. “Rayna is my obedient, submissive fucktoy, and her only job is to give me pleasure. Rayna, tell our new friend how much you like to be used by your Master.”

Rayna was burning with humiliation. Michael had just explained her darkest secret to a complete stranger, told her what she really was and what she really liked. “Please Master...” She wanted him to shut up, to stop talking about these dirty things that made her want to die of shame and that made her cunt burn and throb and ache. “ ... stop. Please.” Even as she said it, she knew that Michael was enjoying her discomfort. Telling him to stop while immersed in their dynamic only encouraged him. The only way to really get him to stop was to use her safeword, and that would end the weekend. They would have a normal vacation instead of a weekend of exploring her darkest desires. Rayna didn’t want to use her safeword; she wanted to experience everything that they had planned. She wanted to see it through, no matter how humiliating and uncomfortable.

Michael shook his head. “Nope.” His smirk widened into a smile. “No. You’ve been so desperate to be fucked and so desperate to cum for so long. Three weeks of denial and edging ... so fucking hot. So I want you to stand here in front of this beautiful girl and tell her what a filthy slut you are and what you need.” He kissed her temple and gave her another reassuring squeeze. “Be brave and just say it,” he encouraged, and Rayna knew she could trust him, that she was safe.

Rayna forced herself to look into Sooki’s eyes and face her. The girl’s face was still frozen in an expression of astonished delight. She felt the full brunt of Sooki’s hungry gaze on her like an invisible wave of desire and her already wet pussy spasmed, making her whine again as a new wave of lust flooded her.

She opened her mouth and managed to squeeze the words past the lump of shame in her throat. “I’m his ... I’m my Master’s dirty fucktoy.” She forced herself to keep going, to push past her fear and tell the girl everything. “My Master owns me, and I exist only for him, only to please him, and that makes me...” she swallowed, her face flushing even hotter. “It makes me ... I’m so...” She could not keep herself from squirming under the other woman’s stare. “Oh God, please ... I’m so turned on right now that it hurts. I want to cum so bad. My pussy feels like it’s on fire, and I need my Master to fuck me.” She didn’t try to stop the small sounds of need that escaped her with each breath, and her whole body shuddered. Her cunt felt so empty, and her nipples ached for Michael’s touch. Her entire existence boiled down to this need within her, to her body’s craving for sexual relief, and the need grew and grew, her arousal and her desperation spurred on by her humiliation. “I’m a dirty slut, and I’m only good for being used to make men cum. My only job is to give my Master pleasure, to turn him on and be his little fucktoy.”

Rayna wanted to just curl into a ball and hide. Instead, she curled her toes against the floor one at a time, drawing attention to her bare feet, knowing it turned her Master on when she did. She was doing it for him, showing off how submissive she could be. “My only reason to live is to serve and please him, to be a hot fuckdoll and a good hole for his pleasure. That’s my job. I’m his slave and fucktoy. That’s why I’m not wearing shoes. Because...” She glanced up at Michael for support. He smiled warmly, and it made her heart sing.

“Because I like her feet,” he continued for her. “Because it turns me on to see her walking around showing off her pretty bare feet, with her sexy toes and blue toe nails.” He put a hand under Rayna’s chin and made her look him in the eyes. “Go ahead,” he said gently.

“It’s my job to give him pleasure however I can, wherever and whenever he wants, no matter who is watching or how embarrassed I feel. Because I’m his good girl.”

Rayna couldn’t believe she had actually managed to get those words out, to tell this perfect stranger exactly how degraded and depraved she was inside. She wanted to cover her face with her hands and hide. It felt wrong to talk about it so openly. This was something private, between her and Michael, a game they played in the bedroom. But that’s what this weekend was all about, wasn’t it? Opening up and being honest about the things she fantasized about. Experiencing her kinks out in the real world.

Sooki’s smile had spread from ear to ear. “Wow, you guys are fucking hot.” Her eyes glimmered with excitement, and she leaned forward over the reception counter. “The way you look at each other and the things you say to each other. It’s so sexy. And it’s so beautiful the way you’re so into each other.”

Michael kissed Rayna on the cheek, then gently moved her hands from in front of her face, letting Sooki see her red cheeks. “Isn’t she adorable when she’s embarrassed?”

The girl’s eyes raked up and down Rayna’s body again. “Adorable? She’s fucking sexy as hell, that’s what she is. Those legs ... Those feet...” She glanced at Michael and grinned. “Those toes, so perfect.” She was looking directly at Rayna when she spoke next. “I’m going to have dreams about those long, slender legs wrapped around my head.” She looked back at Michael, at the hard bulge of his cock still pressed against Rayna’s side. “So, like, the two of you, you’re 24/7? Like all the time you’re master-slave, Master-slut, and she’s just there to fuck and suck?”