A Fucktoy’s Fantasies
Copyright© 2025 by Tom Garb
Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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
Her pussy was so wet that she wouldn’t be able to hide how much she wanted it. Any man who put his dick in her would know she was a sick whore who was getting off on her own violation, and it would only make him want to fuck her harder and remind her that she was just a thing to be used for her cunt.
“You like that, don’t you, you little whore?” the dark-haired man would taunt her. “You like getting your tight little cunt fucked in front of all these people. You like being a public cum bucket.”
Amora would shake her head, sobbing, but her cunt would spasm around his dick, and she would try and fail to suppress her moans. The shame of being outed as a perverted slut in front of a crowd would be almost as hot as the cock inside her. He would mock her, his voice cruel and triumphant. “Look at her, everyone,” he would call out. “This bitch is so turned on she can’t even pretend she doesn’t love it. Her hungry cunt is squeezing my cock so tight. This is the horniest whore I’ve ever fucked.”
It would feel so good to be fucked, his cock petting her insides, the constant friction against her G-spot sending waves of pleasure through her body. The humiliation of being used so publicly, the pain of his hands on her sensitive nipples, the overwhelming fullness of his cock in her cunt that made her body feel complete and right, it would all blend together into a symphony of sensation that would threaten to drown her.
“Stop ... please...” she would sob, but the words would be a lie. She wouldn’t want it to stop. She would want him to keep fucking her, to use her, to fill her with his cum. Her muscles would tense, her back arching as she felt her orgasm building in a tight coil of pleasure at the bottom of her belly. The thought of all those strangers watching her body convulse as she came from being raped was humiliatingly hot. Her orgasm would be a confession of her true nature. It was the ultimate degradation.
The man inside her would feel her cunt clamping down on his dick, and he would know what was happening. “No you don’t,” he’d growl. “Bitches like you don’t get to cum” He would pull out, leaving her cunt clenching around nothing. She would whine, her hips pushing back, desperate for his cock again. The sudden emptiness would be agonizing, a physical ache for the fullness she had just lost.
The humiliation would be even worse now. All those people had seen her about to cum on her rapist’s dick, and how disappointed she was when he stopped. She had begged them to stop, playing the part of the terrified victim, but her body had betrayed her again, revealing the truth. They had seen her hips thrusting back, chasing the pleasure, heard her moans of frustration when he took his cock away. She would be so embarrassed, but it would be the hottest thing that had ever happened to her.
“Cumming is for people,” he’d sneer, “not for fucktoys. A cunt like you doesn’t cum. It just takes cock and stays wet and ready for more. That’s its job. It doesn’t need to feel good. It just needs to be a warm, wet hole for men to put their cocks in.”
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