A Fucktoy’s Fantasies
Copyright© 2025 by Tom Garb
Chapter 6
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
The blond would be there, his lean, muscular body rippling as he grabbed her and flipped her over onto her back, her bare ass on the hot hood of her car. He would spread her legs wide, exposing her cum-filled cunt to all the commuters watching her degradation. He would look down at her, his blue eyes hot with lust. “Look at this messy little fuckhole,” he would say. “Dripping with cum. You’re a real slut, aren’t you?”
She would just nod, her throat too tight with tears and lust to speak, and lay there, sobbing, exposed and vulnerable, while he ran his hands all over her. He would grope her tits, squeezing them hard, pinching and pulling on her nipples until they hurt. He would slide his hands up her neck, over her face, his fingers tracing her lips before forcing their way into her mouth. He would wrap thick fingers around her wrist and force her hand down to his dick. “See what you do to me, little slut?” he’d ask. “You make men want to fuck you. You’re a walking wetdream.”
He would let go of her wrist, leaving her hand on his cock, and she would have to decide what to do. Would she keep her hand still like a victim should, or would she be the slut she was and squeeze his shaft?
His cock would be huge, long and thick, and it would twitch and throb in her hand. It would feel so good, so right, that she wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to stroke it. She would wrap her fingers around it, her hand barely fitting around its girth, and slide her hand up and down the silky skin. She would feel the veins, the ridge of the head, the slickness of the pre-cum leaking from the tip. Her body would respond to the feel of his hard meat in her hand. Her cunt would clench and drool and her clit would throb with need. The shame of being so turned on by her rapist’s cock would be exquisite torture.
“Keep going, bitch,” the blond would snarl “It’s your fault my dick is hard. You and your sexy body. You were made to make men hard, to make them want to use you. So make it feel good.”
Amora would obey, her hand moving faster, her grip tightening, her thumb smearing his pre-cum over the head. It was her duty as a cunt to make a man feel good when she made him hard. It was her fault. She was a stumbling block, a temptress, a whore. She had made him want her, and now she had to take responsibility for the lust she had created. She would look up at him, her face wet with tears, her expression a mixture of fear and submission, and her cunt would spasm at the look of pure, unadulterated lust on his face.
The raw masculinity radiating from him would be intoxicating. He was so strong, so powerful, and he was going to use her body for his pleasure. He was going to force his big dick into her and fuck her until he came, and there was nothing she could do to stop him. She was just a piece of meat, a set of holes for him to use. She should be terrified, but she would be too horny to think straight. The only thing that would matter would be the need to have his cock inside her, stretching her, filling her, using her.