A Fucktoy’s Fantasies
Copyright© 2025 by Tom Garb
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - 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 nodded. She would be a good girl and not touch herself without his permission.
“Amora, do you know why you can’t touch that pussy without my permission?”
“Because it’s your pussy, Master,” she said.
“That’s right. It exists so I have a warm, wet hole to fuck whenever I want. I like when it’s eager and desperate for my cock. It makes it feel better when I use it. So I don’t want it to have any relief until I decide it’s time. Is that clear?”
It was so clear. She wasn’t a bad person for wanting what she wanted. She was his. “Crystal clear, Master,” she said. Amora sat up. “Malcom, seriously, It’s going to be hard to focus on anything but how empty my cunt is. I know I’ve been denied longer than this, but it feels different this time. I think it’s the new medication. It’s ... amplified everything.”
“So you’ve told me.” He moved back to the head of the bed and leaned in for another kiss. “But your desperation is what makes this so much fun.”
He was right, which annoyed Amora. She wanted to be angry at him for not letting her cum, but if he’d let her, she would lose the wonderful haze that came from pickling her brain in estrogen and oxytocin. Being horny all the time gave the world extra dimensions of beauty and intensity. Every person she interacted with became a character in her fantasies and every casual touch was loaded with erotic potential. The world was more vibrant, more interesting, more alive when her clit was a hard, aching pearl between her legs and her pussy a dripping, needy hole.
Men especially looked different when she was like this. Every man she saw looked unreasonably hot, and Amora found herself staring at their crotches, trying to imagine the size and shape of their cocks and hoping she had made them hard. Her cunt drooled constantly, keeping itself ready for cock, and she wondered how many men would fuck her if she asked. It was thrilling to think that every man she passed on the street might be thinking about what her holes would feel like on his cock, and she could go up to any of them, pull down her pants, and offer herself to be used.
Her pussy insisted that she needed to cum, but the rational part of her brain knew that she was having a lot more fun this way. As much as she wanted to cum, she more to stay on the edge, in a world where she was a walking, talking, piece of fuckmeat whose entire existence revolved around her desperate need to be filled with cock. Cumming would bring her back to reality. And reality, while pleasant and filled with a man she loved, was also bland compared to the delicious, simmering tension in her body that turned the whole world into a cock buffet.
Now, driving the last few blocks to the gym, the memory of Malcom’s final command echoed in her mind. “Don’t you dare touch that pussy ... It’s my pussy.” Her inner walls spasmed at the thought. Her body was his property. Within the game they had made of their sex lives, she wasn’t a person. She was an object, a sex toy with a collection of holes for him to use. It was degrading, humiliating, and the fulfilment of her teenage fantasies. It wasn’t her duty to protect men from her licentious existence. It was her duty to be a good cunt, a warm, wet hole to make his cock feel nice. The fact that it made her scream in pleasure when he fucked her was an irrelevant coincidence. She had to be a good girl and not cum until he said she could. Being a good girl meant not touching the pussy that wasn’t hers, even if it was between her legs and felt like it was on fire.
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