Chapter 4: Submissive Desires
I tried to hard to fight it, like I really did...but I...I was just to fuckin' horny to give him up and I found myself totally responding back to Jack as soon as he texted me. I wanted more, more of this whole sexual power trip that he had going on. I loved the crazy rush of pleasure that filled me up every time he fucked me. I loved how possessed I felt and how his dick completely owned me in bed. I just couldn't say no to him.
And boy, did he know it. More than once, he had dropped by my place unexpectedly, catching me off guard and naked with nothing to offer but my hungry little cunt. Despite the naughty thrill of being caught so unprepared, I found myself playing right into his demanding hands. With one swift movement, he would toss me onto the bed, my legs spread wide as I panted and pleaded for his cock.
I craved every inch of him, my body trembling with anticipation as he thrust into me with a raw, animalistic force. But it wasn't just the physical pleasure that kept me coming back for more. No, it was something much deeper than that. It was the way Jack made me feel desired, dominated and just how much he reminded me that I truly was a slutty and sultry 18 year old bimbo.
I loved every single moment of it, even if I knew deep down that it wasn't exactly the healthiest dynamic for me. As Candi, my mind felt hazy and confused most of the time. It was as though I was lost in a sea of hormones and desires. I couldn't focus on anything except for the next time Jack would fuck me. The next time he would fill me up with his big, hard cock and make me scream with pleasure.
My thoughts were consumed by my body, by my insatiable appetite for sex and all things filthy. It was like a switch in my brain had been flipped, and I was now nothing more than a living, breathing sex toy for Jack to play with. And I loved it. Every single moment of it. Even when I wasn't with Jack, I couldn't stop thinking about him and the next time we would be together.
I would spend all day in my apartment, fantasizing about his massive cock plunging deep inside me, making me beg for more. I would imagine him taking me from behind, my massive tits bouncing with each thrust. I would picture myself on top of him, my pussy gripping his cock as I rode him hard and fast. I was addicted to him, and I knew it.
And he knew it too. Jack would tease me relentlessly in our text conversations, sending me naughty pictures of his dick and taunting me with filthy words that left me wet and desperate for him. in fact, the other day I had followed his orders and gotten my tongue, navel, clit and nipples all pierced. I even got a tattoo above my butt that said "Bimbo Slut" in pretty and ornate letters without him asking me to do so.
I just craved to become the perfect bimbo slut for Jack, just as he wanted. As I lay in bed, I couldn't help but touch myself, imagining Jack's hard cock filling me up and making me scream with pleasure. My fingers worked furiously between my legs, exploring every inch of my swollen pussy as I moaned and begged for more. I was completely lost in the moment, consumed by a hunger for pleasure and release that only Jack could satisfy.
I was aware that my old self, Bryan, would have been horrified by my behavior - but as Candi, I couldn't get enough. I craved Jack's touch, his domination, and the way he made me feel like a mindless sex doll in his presence. I tried to push my old self even further back into my mind, but it only seemed to make me sluttier and dumber as if my conscience and self control had been turned off.
It's like I was nothing but a giggling, fucking and cumming plaything that could barely function at times in public. My IQ had dropped significantly, and I struggled with even the simplest of tasks. I couldn't remember things, I struggled to form complete sentences, and I could barely even manage a basic conversation without sounding like a blabbering idiot.
I became something of a laughing stock to most people so I gave up
talking to anyone except Jack, and even that was mostly just a series of meaningless sex acts. But I didn't care. I couldn't care. All that mattered was getting my next fix, my next hit of pleasure from Jack's cock. As long as I had that, I was happy. So...here I was, walking up to this semi nice hotel that Jack asked me to meet him at covered in a long overcoat and sunglasses and hat.
I had to hide my slutty clothing and bimbo body or most of these places thought I was a simple call girl using their place to turn another trick. In a way I was, only I was the cheap whore who was too stupid to get paid in anything other than pleasure, cum and eventual regret. Yet as I stumbled into the hotel, trying to make sure the coat was closed tightly around my barely concealed body, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement.
I knew what Jack wanted from me, what he always wanted. He wanted me to be his plaything, his little slutty bimbo who would do whatever he asked of me in the bedroom and beyond. And as much as I knew it was wrong, as much as I knew I should resist, I couldn't help but yearn for his possessive touch. I made my way up to the room and after unlocking the door and stepping inside, I took off my coat, sunglasses and hat.
I sighed as I looked at my tiny outfit of nothing more than a lacy thong, a barely-there bra (expensive as hell to fit my gargantuan girls), and a pair of sky-high heels. I was a perfect example of a bimbo slut. My body was toned and curvy in all the right places, with my big boobs and round ass that were always on display. My blonde hair was long and wavy, framing my perfectly made up face. I knew I looked like a walking wet dream.
The room was dimly lit that added to the ambiance of the situation as I heard the faint sound of Jack's voice from the bathroom. My heart raced as I heard the water running, knowing that he was getting ready for me. I could feel my body growing hotter and more excited at the thought of what was to come. I walked over to the bed, running my hands over the soft velvet fabric, feeling it smooth beneath my touch.
Suddenly, I heard the bathroom door open, and Jack stepped out wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. My eyes widened as I saw him, so tall and muscular with his brown hair slicked back from his handsome face. My body felt like it was on fire as I took in his rugged features and the defined muscles in his arms, legs, and chest. I couldn't help but bite my lip as I felt a rush of desire course through me.
"Hey, you're early," Jack said with a smirk as he walked towards me. "That's fine, I was getting ready for you anyway."
I couldn't help but shiver as he stood in front of me, his deep brown eyes piercing right through to my very soul. I was just about to kiss him when the door opened and another stud similar in build and attitude to Jack walked in.
"Ahh...hell yeah...you made it!" Jack said as he bumped his fist against the other stud's. "Candi! Meet my friend, Brad. We went to college together."
Brad smirked as he sized me up with his intense dark eyes. "Well isn't she a sight for sore eyes," he chuckled as he eyed my massive tits threatening to spill out of my bra and the tiny lacy thong that left no details to the imagination.
My nipples hardened in response to their hot stares, and I bit my lip as I felt myself grow wetter by the second. I remembered him as a hanger on to Jack but still just abut the same level of prick as his buddy here. My pussy was absolutely gushing at the sight of these two handsome men, but I played dumb...well dumber, as I looked at them with wide eyed innocence.
"Oh, hello boys! I didn't know Jack had company," I greeted them while letting my voice sound as if I was a cheap little bimbo slut.
I gave a coy smile to Jack before turning my gaze to Brad and biting my lip. I knew what they wanted from me. Hell, it's what I wanted too, even if it scared the shit out of me. I was starting to feel like a piece of meat, only good for giving out blowjobs and getting fucked, but I couldn't help myself. I couldn't deny the way my body reacted to their presence. It was as if they owned me, and as much as I should have been repulsed by this idea, I was turned on beyond belief.
Yeah...you are one fine piece of bimbo ass!" Brad said with a sneer.
"Well, you know how it is with us bimbo babes!," I giggled, flipping my long blonde hair over my shoulder. "We just love to be the center of attention."
Both Jack and Brad chuckled, their eyes still devouring me hungrily. I felt a tremor of excitement run through me as they stepped closer, forming a tight circle around me. I could feel their body heat radiating off of them, making me feel even more turned on than before.
"I bet you do," Jack said, his voice low and husky. "But that doesn't mean you can't have some fun with my buddy Brad here."
At his words, I felt my heart race with excitement. I had never been with two men at once before, but the thought of it made me feel so dirty and slutty that I couldn't help but get turned on.
"Really?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "Do you really think I can handle both of you?"
Brad chuckled at my innocence and leaned in close to whisper in my ear. "Of course you can, bimbo. You're practically built for it," he said with a wink.
I couldn't believe what was happening. I had dreamed of being with two men at once before, but I never thought it would actually happen. And now that it was about to, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous. I wasn't a virgin, far from it, but this was uncharted territory for me. But that didn't stop me from getting wetter by the second. I could feel my pussy clench with anticipation as they both stepped closer, their hands roaming over my body.
Jack's fingers trailed over the swell of my breasts, expertly unhooking my bra to reveal my massive, firm tits. Brad's hands wandered down to my ass, squeezing and kneading my flesh through the thin fabric of my thong.
"Mmm, you're so fucking hot," Jack murmured in my ear, his voice sending shivers down my spine.
I couldn't help but moan as both of their hands explored my bare breasts and ass, my mind growing hazy with pleasure. I had never been with two men at once before, but I was quickly realizing just how much I loved it.
"I think it's time to take this to the bedroom," Jack said, his eyes dark with lust as he looked at me.
"Oh yes, definitely," I agreed, biting my lip as I imagined what was about to come.
I could feel my pussy clenching in anticipation, and I knew that I was more than ready for this new, exciting experience. As we made our way into the dimly lit bedroom, the air was thick with lust and desire. My body thrummed with arousal as Jack and Brad stripped down to nothing but their boxer briefs, revealing their muscular bodies and impressive bulges. My eyes widened as I saw their cocks spring free, long and hard and ready for me.
I couldn't help but lick my lips as I imagined what it would be like to have both of them inside me at the same time. I had never experienced anything like this before - but then again, I had never been transformed into an 18-year-old blonde bombshell before either. It was like I was living in a dirty fantasy, and I couldn't get enough.
"Get on the bed," Jack growled, his voice rough with desire.
I didn't hesitate to obey, climbing onto the luxurious bedding and positioning myself on my hands and knees. I was wearing nothing but a thong, and I could feel the soft fabric rubbing against my swollen pussy lips, teasing me with its touch. My breasts hung heavy beneath me, my nipples hard and aching for attention as my massive orbs actually helped to support me a bit on the bed.
I looked over my shoulder at Jack and Brad, my eyes wide with anticipation as I waited for them to join me on the bed. They didn't disappoint, quickly stripping off their boxer briefs and climbing onto the bed behind me. Brad reached over and peeled of my tiny thong as he sniffed them and and laughed at my sweet and wet aroma.
He then tossed the scrap of fabric aside and ran his hands over my ass cheeks, massaging my flesh and spreading them apart to get a better look at my aching pussy.
"Jesus Christ, you look even more delicious than I imagined," Brad growled as he leaned forward to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss against my pussy.
I couldn't help but moan as he started licking and sucking on my clit, his tongue flicking against my sensitive bud with expert precision. Jack on the other hand was moving closer to my mouth with his massive cock aimed towards it. I could see the veins throbbing with the blood pumping through it as he got closer to my mouth. His shaft seemed to have glowed purple in the dim light of the room and was so large, I still couldn't believe it would fit in me without splitting me in two.
Not that I minded. I let out a low moan as I felt Jack's cock pressing against my lips. My tongue darted out, tracing the tip of his cock before he thrust it deep into my mouth. I moaned around him, flicking my tongue against the underside of his shaft as he groaned with pleasure. I could feel him hitting the back of my throat, making me gag just a bit, and I forced myself to relax and take more of him in. God, he tasted so good.
Meanwhile, Brad's tongue continued its assault on my pussy, sending shock waves of pleasure through my body. My legs trembled as he sucked on my clit, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I tried to concentrate on Jack fucking my mouth, his cock sliding in and out of me as I sucked and licked him like a greedy little slut. But it was no use.
Brad's tongue was too good, and before I knew what was happening, I was crying out in pleasure as I came hard against his face.
"Fuck, you taste so good," Brad growled, his voice muffled by my pussy.
He continued to lap at me, drawing out every last drop of pleasure from my sensitive flesh. I was panting and writhing on the bed, unable to control the shudders of delight that coursed through me with every flick of his tongue. My nipples, hard and aching, dragged against the soft velvet fabric beneath me, adding to the overwhelming sensations that threatened to consume me.
I could feel my hips rocking back against Brad as he continued to eat me out, his tongue exploring every inch of my soaked pussy.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God," I cried out, my voice muffled by Jack's cock.
I could feel him smirk against my skin, his own pleasure evident in the way his hips thrust forward, fucking my mouth with rough and unyielding strokes. He was in charge, and I was nothing but a needy little fuck toy for him to use as he pleased. It was humiliating, but at the same time, it was so fucking hot. I hadn't been able to stop thinking about him since that first night he had dominated me so thoroughly.
And now, here I was, on my hands and knees, with Jack's cock down my throat and Brad's tongue exploring the depths of my pussy. I could feel myself getting even wetter as Brad delved deeper into me, his tongue dancing around my clit in a way that made me see stars. I screamed and came as I coated Brad's face with sticky and hot feminine juices causing him to laugh and squeeze my big supple bimbo butt.
My whole body trembled as I came harder than I had ever had in my life and I moaned as my pussy clenched tightly around Brad's tongue. He moved up and sucked on my drenched labia, drawing out all of the delicious female cum. Unable to resist anymore, Jack thrust his cock deep into my throat, holding it there as he groaned and filled my mouth with his hot and heavy load of salty cum. I gasped for air but took it all without resisting.
I screamed as I came again from the feeling of my throat being filled with his delicious life giving seed. I laid on the bed shivering and panting as the two men stood above me looking down on me. They were both so handsome and powerful that I couldn’t help but feel like a mere plaything in their hands. I loved it, the humiliation, degradation and domination at the hands of these men was something.
I never thought I would enjoy, and now that I had experienced it, there was no going back. Jack smirked as he watched me slowly recover from my back to back orgasms. I could see the triumphant glint in his eyes, and I knew that he loved every single moment of dominating me just as much as I loved submitting to him.
"Good girl, Candi. You're such a good little cum dumpster for me," Jack growled as he pulled out of my mouth, leaving me gasping for air.
Brad chuckled in agreement as he wiped his face on the sheets, a sated smile spreading across his handsome features.
"Yeah, you definitely are," he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. "i could get use a bimbo slut like you!"
I smiled up at Jack, feeling more alive than I had in a long time. I loved the way these men made me feel, the way they took control and turned me into their dirty little bimbo slut. I loved the feeling of being filled with their cum, of being used and discarded like a disposable toy. It was humiliating, sure - but it was also incredibly hot.
"All right, you little slut!," Jack said, his voice commanding once more. "I'm gonna let Brad get a feel of his cock inside your pussy....make daddy proud okay?"
Jack said as he motioned for Brad to climb on top of me.
I nodded eagerly, my body tingling with excitement at the thought of having a huge cock inside me. I spread my legs wide, welcoming Brad's muscular frame above me. He smirked down at me, his eyes burning with desire as he grabbed onto my hips and positioned the head of his cock at my entrance.
"You ready for this?" He asked, his voice low and husky.
I nodded again, unable to find any words as the anticipation built up inside me. I could feel my pussy clenching and unclenching in expectation, my juices already coating the throbbing head of Brad's cock.
"You're so fucking wet," he whispered as he leaned down to kiss me, his tongue delving into my mouth in a hot and urgent dance.
I moaned against his lips as I felt his cock begin to push inside me, the feeling of him stretching me almost too much to bear. But the pain quickly faded away, replaced by a feeling of pure pleasure as he started to fuck me with long and deep strokes. I cried out as I felt him filling me up completely, his cock hitting all the right spots inside of me. My nails dug into his shoulders as I held on for dear life, my hips rising and falling to meet his thrusts.
"Oh fuck, you feel so good," Brad groaned as he fucked me harder and faster.
I couldn't help but agree with him, my entire body trembling with pleasure as he pounded into me. The bed beneath us creaked with every thrust, adding to the dirty and raw atmosphere of our lovemaking.
"Ohhh Brad...yesss...fuck me baby...fuck me hard!" I cried, my voice muffled by Brad's lips on mine.
He didn't hold back, his hips snapping forward and driving his cock deeper into me. I could feel every inch of him, the pleasure building higher and higher inside of me with each thrust. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to me as I ground my hips against his. The feeling of his body against mine, the sensation of him filling me up completely...it was more than I could handle.
My tits were crushed against his muscular torso and I was reminded about how much smaller and more delicate I was compared to him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, moaning as he pounded into me harder and faster. The feeling of him stretching me was intense, but it was quickly overshadowed by the pleasure coursing through my veins. My entire body was alive with sensation, my skin tingling and sensitive to every touch.
I clung to him tightly, my fingers digging into his back as I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge. My pussy clenched and unclenched around his cock, pulling him deeper inside of me as I moaned and writhed beneath him. My breasts bounced wildly with every thrust, my nipples hard and sensitive to the touch. Jack watched us from the side, his eyes dark with lust as he stroked himself slowly.
His cock was still hard, his balls heavy and so filled with cum that he couldn't wait to spill it all inside of me. He wanted to claim me completely, to mark me as his own with his seed. And as much as I knew it was wrong, as much as I knew that he was a piece of womanizing shit who only wanted to add me to his long list of conquests, I couldn’t help myself. I wanted it too, just as much as he did.
The thought of having both of these men using my body for their own pleasure made me shiver with anticipation and excitement. With one last thrust he grunted and came inside of me as my own powerful orgasm
ripped through my body.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I moaned as I came, my pussy vibrating around Brad's cock as he filled me up completely.
Brad let out a low groan as he came inside of me, his cock twitching and jerking with each spurt of hot cum. I could feel him filling me up completely, my own orgasm still pulsing through my body as I rode out the waves of pleasure.
"Oh my God," I gasped as Brad pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty.
I was just about to say something when Jack suddenly grunted as I realized he had been jerking off to my sexual display with Brad. He unleashed another huge load onto my massive tits, toned tummy and gorgeous bimbo face. I reveled in the feeling of his warm cum on my skin, letting it pool in my navel and drip down onto my trembling thighs.
"Fuck, baby, you are one hell of a dirty little slut," Brad grunted as he finally pulled away from me, his cock glistening with our combined juices.
I didn't have time to respond before Jack was telling me it was time to leave as they had other girls showing up soon. I looked at them with a sad and pathetic pout, but it was no use as they tossed my coat and heels at me. I begged for the rest of my clothes...what little there was and they sneered and called me whore as they slammed the door in my face, leaving me out in the hotel's hallway, alone.
A surge of anger and embarrassment rushed through me, but the thrill of what I just experienced still lingered. That was my life now, a never-ending whirlwind of pleasure and degradation. I started to cry as it truly set in that I was nothing but a stupid and cheap whore. I looked down at my trembling body, amazed at how I had just been used and discarded like a piece of trash.
My mascara was running down my cheeks, leaving dark trails in its wake. My hair was tangled and matted, sticking to my sweaty forehead and neck. I felt disgusting and dirty, but in spite of everything, there was a part of me that couldn't help but revel in the humiliation of it all. I was a bimbo sex slave, completely and utterly dominated by these men and their insatiable sex drives.
Like Jack said to me...I was nothing more than a cum dumpster, a fuck toy for Jack and his friends. They used me and abused me, taking pleasure from my body whenever they pleased. I needed to end this and I needed to do this soon. I walked to the lobby as the women behind the counter saw my disheveled state and threatened to call the police. I tried to ask for help, but all she saw was a cheap and cum cover, nearly naked bimbo whore.
I jiggled and hurried out the front door and ducked into a dark alleyway, my heart racing as I tried to collect myself. I still couldn't believe what had just happened. I had never been used like that before, never been treated like such a cheap whore. And yet, even in the midst of the humiliation and degradation, there had been moments of intense pleasure and satisfaction.
It was as if my body was betraying me, craving the dirty and raunchy sex just as much as it craved the release. There had to be another way, my heart catching in my chest as the search light of the police car shined down the dark ally I was in. I held my breathe and begged them not to notice me or hear my muffled breathes and sobs.
Eventually they peeled off and I sighed in relief as I got to my feet and straightened myself up. I caught a glimpse of myself in a puddle of water near the dirty alleyway and cringed at the sight I saw. My once pristine and flattering jacket was now stained with sweat, makeup and cum. My hair was in disarray, my makeup was smudged and my eyes were bloodshot.
I looked like a cheap whore, a used-up bimbo slut who would do anything for a quick fix of pleasure and release. I sobbed and quickly made way home. I noticed that I had left my phone behind, but I figured that maybe this was my answer. If I didn't see an image of Jack's cock and respond to his emails...maybe I could escape him. Maybe, I could even regain control of my life in this new body.
But as I stumbled home in my heels, my body still tingling from the intense pleasure and degradation of my encounter with Jack and Brad, I couldn't help but wonder if it was already too late. My pussy was still sore from the rough pounding it had received, and my body felt heavy and exhausted. I felt like a puppet, strung up and controlled by the whims of these men who saw me as nothing more than a disposable fuck toy.
As I made my way into my apartment, I resolved to take matters into my own hands and I needed to do this ASAP! Otherwise...it could be too late for me and I was scared to think where I would be in the next year or so if I continued to allow Jack to control me like this. I knew it was now or never and I started to put my plan into action, immediately.