A Fucktoy’s Fantasies
Copyright© 2025 by Tom Garb
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Amora is a good girl who dreams of being temptation incarnate, and in her fantasies, men surrender to temptation in the most brutal way imaginable. She’s also a horny cunt who hasn’t been allowed to cum in too long, and her needy pussy has her wishing someone would rip her clothes off and forcibly fill its emptiness. Her desperation is driving her deeper into a mental morass of humiliation and objectification, and her tightly gaurded depravity is threatening to leak into her tidy reality.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Rape Heterosexual Fiction DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Rough Gang Bang Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Foot Fetish Public Sex
Amora tried to focus on driving, but fantasies of men who’d hold her down and force their cocks inside her hijacked her attention. She squirmed in her seat, trying to get some pressure on her throbbing cunt. She had always had a needy hole, but in the few days since her doctor had switched her meds, her sex drive had gone through the roof. She found herself mindlessly humping things, and her pussy leaked so much that yesterday she’d had to change her panties after work. She needed to get fucked.
Unbidden, the voice of her 10th grade teacher popped into her head. How many times had Mrs. Albright stood at the front of the room, hands primly clasped before her, telling the all-girls class that “You’re precious diamonds. If you go to a jeweler you will see that they most expensive items are kept locked up, and the cheap items are on display for everyone to see. It’s your responsibility as women of God to protect your brothers from temptation.
“Do not be the stumbling block. Do not be the cheap trinket displayed in the window. Men are simple creatures, driven by base desires. They can’t help themselves when they see an immodest woman. It’s your duty to dress in a way that doesn’t inflame their lust.”
Amora’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. Back then, she’d nodded along, earnestly believing it. She’d worn baggy jeans and shapeless shirts and spoke softly around boys to avoid attracting their attention. She was a good girl, and had kept herself locked away, just like the precious diamond she was supposed to be.
She hadn’t dared let on that the thought of being a stumbling block made her panties damp. Keeping men from temptation was supposed to be her duty, but there was nothing hotter than a man so overcome with need for her body that he couldn’t control himself. Alone in her bed at night, she’d touch herself to the thought of boys she knew secretly fighting erections because of her. Her fingers would work her slick little clit as she imagined them going home and jacking off, picturing her face, her tits, her pussy as they pumped their fists up and down their hard cocks. It made her wet to think she was such a desirable object of lust that men couldn’t help but picture her naked and fantasize about their cocks sliding into her wet heat. Her legs would shake and her toes curl as she imagined them getting so horny over her body that they had no choice but to grab their cocks and picture her as they spurted hot ropes of cum.
She’d felt guilty at being the cause of such sin, but the shame had only ever made it hotter. She’d lay in the dark working her clit, two fingers pumping into her hole, and cum to the thought of being the cheap trinket in the window that made good men forget their values. Her pussy would clench around her fingers and she’d gasp and tremble, cumming hard at the thought that she existed to make men’s cocks hard and their minds empty of everything but the overwhelming need to empty their balls inside her.
Now, behind the wheel of her sensible compact car, the memory of those teenage fantasies lit a fire in her belly that spread down to her pussy. She squeezed her thighs together and whimpered.