PRETTY LITTLE WHORE
CHAPTER 21

I should be angry at Malachi for what he put me through tonight—for offering my body up as a living sex doll for his friends' use. But for some reason, the indignant part of me seems to have packed up her bags and peaced out back in the living room, leaving a nymphomaniac in her place. The raging hunger in my chest for Malachi to fuck me harder and deeper is not a feeling I'm familiar with, but some repressed part of me has burst out of hiding and hijacked my brain.

"Harder… fuck me harder!" I beg, surprising myself with the unbridled passion in my voice.

"Fuck, Jaycee…" Malachi breathes as he thrusts deeper inside of me. "Who are you?"

"I'm… your whore.

"Deeper… please," I breathe. 

He doesn't need any further encouragement. He drops my wrists in favour of scooping me up at the waist, allowing me to wrap my legs tightly around his waist and hold onto him by his neck. He thrusts become feral, and I moan in appreciation as his mouth devours mine. 

In that moment my mind fully admits to what my body has known all along. 

I want this man, and I need him to want me. 

Eagerly, I ride his cock, the growing pleasure in my pussy making me feel high. For the first time, I give myself permission to fully relish the man who has been granted control over my body for the next two and a half months, and I allow my senses to fully take stock off him. I notice and appreciate his musky, masculine scent, the feel of his large oil-softened hands gripping and using my ass to pull me more tightly into him, the taste of beer on his tongue… but mostly it is the exquisite sensation of his thick cock stretching and filling me, massaging my slick core in just the right way as to have me helplessly clenching around him. 

"Fuck, baby…" he groans into my ear. "You feel so good...so fucking tight."

The pleasure inside of me escalates to new levels, and I eagerly tighten my grip around his neck, allowing me to further spread my legs and invite him to take me deeper still. I press my lips back to his, hungrily allowing every part of me to accept this man inside of me. The sweet onset of my coming orgasm has me moaning into his mouth as I melt against him and completely let go. 

"Yeah… Good girl!" Malachi holds me securely in place as waves of euphoria have me helpless to do anything but whine in sheer pleasure.

I collapse against him, exhausted as I feel Malachi's cock swelling to its full size before emptying his load inside of me.

He releases his hold on me, allowing my legs to drop back down into the tub as his cock slides out of my dripping pussy. He plants a kiss on my forehead and grins at me, running a hand affectionately through my wet hair. 

"There's my sexy little whore. Where has she been hiding all this time?"

I look away, suddenly feeling shy. And then I remember my resolution, so I fix my gaze onto his and smile coyly as I run a finger along his jaw. "She's been biding her time, but she's ready to play now."

"Fuck, yeah, she is," he says, planting a kiss on my lips, "we're going to have some fun, you and I…

"Where did your sexy little dress end up?"

"It's in the bedroom."

"I'll go grab it for you. Finish showering and make yourself pretty for my guests. Put the dress back on and come down when you're ready."

So the night's not over yet. I push down the feelings of fear and resistance that threaten to well up inside of me. I remind myself who I've resolved to be now. I'm a whore, and I am going to give those men a night they'll never forget. 

…And hopefully get Malachi closer to falling for me in the process.

"Yes, daddy," I say innocently, smiling up at him. 

"Good girl."

My makeup on, my hair blow dried into curls, I pull the maid dress over my head and tie the sash securing the little apron to my waist. Looking into the mirror, I practice allowing an alluring smile to spread across my face. 

But I admit it feels good to feel in control of my sexuality. Those boys won't know what hit them.

I take a deep breath and leave the sanctuary of the bathroom. As I descend the stairs, I can tell from the increased volume of their voices that they've consumed several drinks since I disappeared up the stairs with Malachi. Habitual fear threatens to grip me, but I shake it off. Drunk men will be less likely to see the fear under my false bravado. 

Once I'm halfway down the stairs, the men start noticing me, so I stop where I am, toss my hair to the side, and smile in what I hope is a seductive manner. 

"Hello, boys. Did you miss me?"

The men whistle their agreement. Their attention validates my performance, so I continue my strut down the stairs, amping up the sway of my hips. 

Though my intention is to approach the lap of one of the lesser threatening men in the room, my attention is diverted by one of the men snapping his fingers and calling out, "Grab me a beer from the fridge, slut!"

Though a part of me recoils at the command, I remind myself to go with the flow. This was to be expected. Men aren't going to immediately change their tune towards me just because I've suddenly decided to take on a new identity. Perhaps in time men would sense something differently about me and adjust their behaviour, but for now, these men's experience of me has been that of an angry and humiliated victim. 

I force myself to make eye contact with the demanding man and give him a hopefully charming smile. "Right away, sir. Would anyone else like one?" I ask, politely, looking around.

Hands raise around the room. Alright. I've got my work cut out for me. I hurry from the room to the kitchen and grab a box of beer from the fridge. I carry it out to the living room, setting it on the coffee table. I pull a bottle out, offering it to the man who had demanded it of me.

"After you hand those out, come sit with me."

"Yes, sir." I flash him a smile, hoping I'm managing to pull off the calm, confident, and sexy vibe I'm going for. 

I empty the box, and then head over to the man who's expecting me. I allow my eyes to unabashedly take in his full appearance—that's how men look at me, it's about time I return the favour. He's a ginger—green eyes, pale skin— he must be another gym buddy because he clearly works out. He's not bad looking.

He notices me eyeing him up and sneers at me. "Like what you see, slut?"

"You'll do," I reply haughtily. 

He scoffs. "Watch yourself, bitch."

I soften my voice. "Forgive me, sir. I do like what I see, and I'm eager to get my hands all over you."

"Mmm… come sit on my lap, slut."

I pull up my dress to straddle him and give him my best coy smile as I place my hands on his chest and rock my hips, allowing a moan to fall from my lips. 

The man's eyes darken. He reaches out and threads a hand through my hair before gripping it tightly from behind. With his other hand he fists my breast.

Perhaps my grand plan will only function to get me fucked faster. 

No. It's better this way. Give them what they want so they don't take it from me against my will. 

I can feel the man growing hard benearth me. A small part of me feels a burst of triumph. I did that. I do have power here.

"Fuck…" he murmurs as I continue to gyrate against his lap. 

He suddenly lets go of my hair and places a hand on my chest, giving me a shove off of him. I go tumbling off of the couch. 

I yelp and look up at him from where I've landed on the ground, confused. 

He undoes his pants, freeing his cock. He gives me a sly grin and motions with his finger for me to come closer. 

"I want your mouth on my cock, slut."

It's like he can sense my efforts to gain some power here, so he purposefully knocked me off balance—literally. 

Well, I'm not that easily thwarted. I shoot him a glare before I get settled on my knees, determined to gain the upper hand by blowing his mind along with his cock. 

I maintain eye contact while I firmly grasp his cock next to his balls and open my mouth wide, taking him deep. I bob my head up and down his length, sucking him enthusiastically while continuously swirling my tongue. His moans fuel my efforts. 

I'm in control here, I tell myself. While I have a clear head, he's desperate for me to give him release. He needs me. 

"Fuck…" He grabs a fistful of my hair, and I tense, fearing that he's going to be forceful with me, but to my relief, he lets me maintain control of the rhythm.

For a few seconds that is, and then he's yanking me off of him by the hair. 

"Get on the couch. Head down, ass up."

But I'm not giving in yet. 

I stand up, and instead of finding my hands and knees, I look the ginger man directly in the eyes and bite my lip as I find the string of my apron and let it fall off. I grasp the hem of my dress and slowly peel it up and over my head. 

Then, with as much confidence as I can muster, I place my hands on the couch, and looking behind me at the ginger guy, I say in my most sexy and commanding voice. "Fuck me." Then I crawl onto the couch and arch my back for him as much as I can, spreading my knees wide. 

I'd forgotten all about the other men in the room, but I hear them now making cheering sounds of approval, and I realize that we have the full attention of the party. Good. They all can witness the new me.

Ginger grabs my hair from behind, and with his other hand on my hip, he sinks his cock inside of me. I let out an exaggerated moan, fully embracing my role as the whore and. letting the room believe I am experiencing extreme pleasure. Just a few thrusts later and Ginger is unleashing his load inside of me. 

He pulls out, and I rise to a standing position, making a show of sinking a finger inside of my pussy and slowly licking my finger clean of his cum. 

I notice Malachi watching me from the corner, and the look on his face makes it all worthwhile.

He's looking at me with pride.

CHAPTER 6
Pretty Little Whore:
A Freeuse Society of Hedone Novel

Sure enough, when I enter the gym with Malachi, I sense all of the male eyes in the room eyeing me up and down. I actually don't see any other females present, which makes me feel incredibly uncomfortable. 

"You've brought me to a den of wolves," I mutter at Malachi. 

He chuckles. "I enjoy seeing my little lamb devoured."

"I hate you," I say angrily, kicking off my stilettos before stomping away from him towards the back of the gym. Some shelves containing yoga mats beckon to me. 

Before I took up ballet at the center, I did yoga. I am actually quite in the mood to practice; I can only hope that the men in the room are dedicated enough to their workouts to leave me be. 

I unroll a mat onto the floor and sit down with my legs out in front of me, folding forward over my legs. It feels good to stretch. Next, I spread my legs wide, leaning towards one side and then the other. I'd forgotten how good these movements feel.

I startle when I suddenly hear a male voice speak up suddenly directly behind me. "You're a bold little cunt, coming to the lion's den to stretch. Are you craving a good fucking?"

I glance over my shoulder and am caught off guard at the sexiness of the man grinning at me. His body is beautifully sculpted, but it is his deep brown eyes that are leaving me lightheaded and flustered. 

"I didn't have a choice," I mutter.

"Ah. Well we don't often get cunts out at the gym. It's a nice surprise." 

I don't say anything and redirect my attention back to my movements, hoping he'll get the hint and leave me alone. 

"Stand up and turn around for me. I want to see your ass."

I tense in annoyance at his interruption, even as a spark of excitement lights up in my belly at his desire for me.

I ignore the hint of arousal, focusing instead on my desire to be left alone. "If you don't mind, sir, I'd really like to focus on my yoga practice."

"Yoga is connecting breath with movement, is it not? I can help you with that." He winks at me. 

I scoff and shake my head. "I would really prefer to practice alone."

"But you don't actually have a choice but to obey me, do you, cunt?"

I glare at him. 

"So get on your knees and suck me off.  Or do you prefer to be forced?"

I hesitate, my heart pounding in indecision as images of Malachi holding me down and raping me run through my mind. I rise to my knees, ashamed at how easily I'm swayed.

"That's a good girl." He moves to stand in front of me as he pulls his cock free from his shorts. "Eyes up."

I force my eyes to his, and my mouth goes dry.

I stop breathing as he holds my gaze. My heart is pounding, and I suddenly feel dizzy. 

Still commanding my gaze, he wraps my ponytail around his hand and applies pressure to the back of my head, directing my face towards his cock. But I no longer need his encouragement; as if hypnotized, my mouth opens for him and my lips wrap eagerly around his tip. 

He grunts. His response sends a shot of arousal to my pussy. 

Encouraged, I take him deeper, bobbing my head up and down his length. I watch his reactions carefully, mesmerized at how my mouth can be responsible for bringing pleasure to this godlike man.

"Ahh. That's it, baby." 

He takes over control, guiding my movements by my hair. I willingly surrender my mouth to him as I focus all my energy on trying to make it feel good for him: sucking, swirling my tongue. 

"Fuuck…" His hold on my hair tightens as he holds my head firmly in place, his cock pulsing, sending ribbons of cum to the back of my throat. 

He pulls out, and I focus on swallowing; I might die of humiliation if I vomit in front of this man. But as I attempt to swallow it down, to my horror I suddenly gag, and I know that his cum is coming right back up.

I leap to my feet, covering my mouth, and make a frantic dash across the gym towards the exit. I burst through the doors and spew the man's cum onto the pavement. I stare at the ground at the evidence of my failure.

I startle when I hear the door open again behind me. I look back and see that it's Malachi. 

"Do you vomit every time a man comes down your throat?"

"Just about," I mutter irritably, self consciously hiding my mucus and cum covered hand behind my back. 

"You've been at the center for over two years, and you still haven't figured out how to swallow?"

I glare at him. "And I suppose you're an expert?"

He laughs. "If I had any desire to suck cock I no doubt would be."

I scoff. "You really can't say until you've tried though, can you?"

"I guess you'll just have to take my word for it, as sucking a man is not something I will ever do. As for you, given that your life's purpose is to pleasure cock, it is essential that you learn to swallow cum." He grabs my chin and grins at me. "We'll work on that."

"I'm so grateful to you," I say sarcastically. 

"I'm glad you're excited. Now, I didn't bring you to the gym for you to hide away outside. I want your sexy ass back on your yoga mat until the next man can't help but take advantage of you.

I glare at him. "I would very much like to practice uninterrupted."

"Well that's too bad. I’d much rather see your body freely enjoyed."

"I need to use the bathroom."

"Be quick."

Having to walk past all of the men who witnessed my frantic flight for the door is humiliating. No doubt they all saw exactly what led up to my departure. I head straight for the bathroom to wash my hands and mouth. It's a single facility room, and I lock the door behind me. Doing so makes me feel safe. For the moment I can relax knowing that no one will surprise me and force themselves inside of me. 

I look at myself in the mirror as I clean myself. I notice my eye makeup is smeared, so I do my best to wipe off the smudges under my eyes. I sigh. If I take much longer, Malachi will no doubt be banging on the door, wondering what is taking me so long. 

I reluctantly open the door and step out, only to be forced back inside by an intimidatingly large man gripping me by upper arms. I shriek in surprise and fear, his hazel eyes and large frame reminding me so much of the violent man who hurt me so badly at the center last week that it took days to recuperate. 

Does this man want to hurt me? I realize that I am trembling as I helplessly wait to find out.

He releases my arms before closing and locking the door behind him, trapping me inside the enclosed space. This room, moments ago a sanctuary, has suddenly become a cage.

The intensity and lust in his eyes as he closes the distance between us has my heart racing; I reflexively take a step back, trying to maintain space between us. My back hits the wall. 

I cry out as he grabs my wrists, forcing them above my head and holding them in place with one hand. He forces a muscular thigh between my legs, trapping me between his body and the wall. 

My heart is beating so hard I think that he must be able to hear it. 

He doesn't hit me though. Maybe he just wants to fuck. And yes, I'm aware of the irony of that thought, but if you lived my life you'd be thinking the same thing. 

He leans in until his lips are claiming mine and coaxing them open. I moan as his tongue forcefully explores my mouth. With his free hand he reaches between us, working my yoga pants off of my hips. He moans in appreciation when his roaming hand discovers I'm pantyless. He cups my pussy with his large hand and chuckles at how wet I am.

"Such a good whore for me," he whispers into my ear as his finger slides easily into my slick channel. 

Why I'm so wet, I don't know. The man terrifies me. Perhaps as a survival instinct my body has learned to transform fear into arousal? I know that nothing pleases a man more than a dripping wet pussy. Maybe my pussy is wiser than my mind. She knows that the body can survive penetration better than it can survive a severe beating. 

As this terrifying man sinks his fingers deep, I moan for him, and it's only partly an act. If all he wants to do is fuck me, I'll be okay. I'd take a cock over a fist any day.

He pulls his fingers out of me and releases his cock from his shorts. My eyes widen in alarm. Holy fuck— the guy is huge! Out of all the men who've fucked me, I don't think I've ever seen a cock so large, and my fear is suddenly through the roof. He could tear me apart. What if he decides to take my ass? 

I whimper and squirm, trying to free my hands. 

"Hey, it's okay. Relax! I won't hurt you."

"Please," I plead, "you're too big for me."

"You'll stretch, baby."

I'm not at all reassured, and I struggle against him, trying to get away. He presses me forcefully against the wall, holding me in place with his bulk. 

"Calm. Down," he demands sternly into my ear. "I'm not going to fuck you yet, and when I do, it will feel good. I'm going to lift you up and you're going to straddle my cock and rub that sweet wet pussy all over it, making it nice and wet for me, okay?"

I look at him, uncertain. I realize that if he wanted to force himself inside of me, he could have already easily enough, but he didn't—that makes me feel a little safer. I relax slightly. 

"Wrap your arms around my neck," he says.

He lets my wrists go, and I obey. He lifts me up by my hips, resting my pussy on his massive length and girth. The feel of his hardness against my swollen pussy has the aroused part of me minimizing the fearful part, and I find myself eagerly rubbing my clit along his immense size.

"That's it baby; keep going. That feels good, doesn't it?"

It does. And I don't think I could stop now, even if he commanded it. It's not long before I am no longer terrified at the thought of him penetrating me; in fact, my intense arousal and desire to be filled is making the idea rather appealing. I am so aroused at this point that I want nothing more than to surrender my body to this man's monster of a cock. I feel completely lightheaded and weak with arousal. I'd do anything he asked me to. 

He must sense this shift in my mindset because he lifts me at that point and sets my ass on the edge of the small bathroom counter. 

"Open your legs."

I obey, placing my hands behind me for support. There is hardly any space, but he holds my hips firmly in place.

And then he's guiding the tip of his large cock towards my entrance. 

My heart is pounding in fear and excitement. I'm so worked up with arousal, I'm trembling: I want him inside me, but I'm still afraid that he'll be rough and hurt me, especially when I'm still tender from last night's brutal fucking. 

I gasp when he pushes his thickness inside of me, my walls stretching around him. And then I'm moaning— both from pleasure at him filling me, and pain at being stretched when I haven't yet healed from last night's tearing. 

"Mmm… such a tight pussy you have. You're such a good girl, letting my big cock stretch you."

I whimper when he increases the depth and speed of his thrusts. He hits my cervix, and I cry out in alarm at the sudden sharp pain.

"Shh… you're okay, baby. You've been so good. Just relax."

"It hurts…" I whisper as tears start streaming. I cry out again as he once more bottoms out. "Please! Not so deep!"

"I'm going to cum soon—just a few more thrusts."

"Stop! Please stop!" 

I try to throw myself off of the counter, but he wraps an arm tightly around my waist, securing me firmly against him with my pussy still skewered. He scoops me up and moves us to the opposite wall, pinning me in place with one hand wrapped around my throat, his forearm pressed painfully into my sternum, and his other arm looped under my thigh. 

Then he thrusts into me hard, repeatedly stabbing my cervix while I scream and sob.

"Almost there," he mutters. And then I feel his monstrous cock pulsing its release directly onto my cervix. The sharp pain continues, paralyzing me; his orgasm seems to go on and on while I wait helplessly for it to end.