I stood bare to the world in my hotel room. My perky nipples pointed toward the pristine bed, and the wall of windows that overlooked Nashville, TN. It was late, so the skyscrapers were checkered with various apartments and offices with their lights on.

The electronic lock clicked, and I heard the door open behind me. Every instinct I possessed told me to turn around to see my stranger and to cover my trimmed pussy or round ass cheeks, but I resisted. There was a draft from the open door that walked cool air around my ankles, up my inner thighs, past my navel and ensnared around my throat like a noose. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end. I gasped when I heard the door latched shut, locking the unknown man in the room with me.

“What is your name?” he asked. His voice was strong and baritone.

“Melissa,” I whispered. I heard his footfall, and he stepped from side to side behind me, inspecting.

“No,” he replied casually. Reflexively, I glanced over my shoulder and quickly felt his hand snatch the back of my neck, holding me in place. “Eyes forward.”

“Yes–sorry,” I squeaked.

His grip on my neck remained firm for another second before releasing, his fingers brushing down the center of my back.

“You’re new to the lifestyle?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Am I your first Dominant?”

“Yes.”

“How old are you?”

I flinched and fought to keep from lowering my head, “Eighteen.”

Silence.

Panic flooded my bloodstream. My age was why I wrote the note, left it on the bar, and fled the club. It was the first time I had ever been allowed inside a nightclub, let alone a BDSM party. I felt so foolish leaving. 

How long did I dream about being used and abused by all the men and women in there? How many sleepless nights did I fantasize about having all of my holes filled while everyone watched? Then, within minutes of arrival, I simply toss a letter on the bar and scurry back to my room.

The note, written on the back of a cocktail napkin in haste, read:

‘Dear Stranger,

I stand naked in my hotel room upstairs, waiting for you—room # 2618. Have your way with me. Use me like I deserve to be used. Then leave me when you're done like the whore that I am.’

I slipped my hotel room key and black blindfold into the middle of the folded cocktail napkin and hurried to my room. 

“Am I…” he hesitated. “Your first?”

“Yes,” I whispered

The man’s hands appeared over my head as he lowered the black blindfold over my eyes. I saw his silver Rolex watch contrast with his tan skin. Then, my world went black as the blindfold covered my eyes.

“I’ll have to be gentle as I break you in,” he said. His hot breath bathed the crook of my neck.

I gasped and replied in a whisper barely loud enough to be heard, “Please, don’t be…”

His hands gripped my shoulders and tossed me forward and to the side. Landing on the bed, the stranger quickly pounced on me. His body was on my backside, his arms pressing my arm down on the bed above my head.

“You like it rough?” he growled into my ear. “Like a cheap whore.”

“Yes,” I gasped. The admission felt like cracking a hole in the dam that had encased my sexual desires all my life. “I’m a whore.”

“...My King…”

“Wha–Ahh!” I yelped when his hand suddenly gripped a fistful of my long brunette hair and yanked it back so my face lifted from the mattress.

“Call me ‘My King,’ whore,” the stranger demanded. His voice sounded like gritty sandpaper.

“Yes–hmm! Yes, My King,” I blurted out. “Nnggahh!”

Jerking me by my hair and shoulder, he flipped me onto my back then chased me up the bed to the headboard. A few of the dozen decorative pillows smashed behind me while I heard the rest spill off the edges of the bed.

My King chuckled as one hand gripped my throat and the other rubbed roughly down my breasts.

“I can feel your heart beating in your chest. You filthy bitch, you’re fucking loving this aren’t you?” he asked as his hand switched from my left breast to my right. Smacking, mashing, squeezing, and raking across them like my flesh was a sandbox for him to play in. “I said, aren’t you, bitch?”

“Ahhh–shit! Yes, yes, yes–oh god, yes!” I squealed when I felt the stabbing pain of a hard pinch on my right nipple. I had been so distracted by the changing sensations I forgot to speak.

“What was that!”

Before I could correct myself, My King was doing the correction.

“Ahhh fuck, fuck, fuck!” I squirmed, locked between the strange man and the headboard as he used his whole hand to smack my tits and nipples hard. “Ah shit–I’m–I’m sorry–I’m sorry, My King!” I cried. Each smack was a surprise, every jolt of pain I never saw coming, and I didn’t know when it would end.

God, I fucking love it. Yes! Punish me!

“Not a talker, are you?” My King grumbled as he lifted off me and I felt the mattress shift left to right. “Leave it to me to get a bitch who can’t follow simple fucking rules. Okay, bitch. Can’t speak to your King properly? We have a solution for that. Here. Open. Open wide. Say ‘ah.’”

A calloused thumb and fingers pinched the sides of my cheek and grabbed my jaw. My lips were barely parted when the stranger’s cock pressed inside my mouth. Surprised, my eyes went wide, but I still saw nothing and tasted everything.

“Ugh… there you go… that’s… that’s it. Mmm… fuck, you’ve got a nice tight, wet mouth,” My King groaned as he worked his cock in and out of my mouth like my throat was his fleshlight. “Good–mmm–good fucking girl. Eat that cock. At least for being a worthless slut, you got a decent mouth. Goddammit…”

My back pressed to the headboard as he thrust his cock in and out of my mouth; I did my best to suppress my gag reflex as his urethra stabbed the back of my throat. Drool poured down my chin while his hands gripped the back of my head as he skull-fucked me. I wasn’t sure if I was going to pass out or cum.

When he finally extracted his cock from me, I collapsed in a coughing, gasping, moaning pile on the bed.

“Jesus, look at you. Don’t even know how to give a man a proper blow job. Look at this. This mess you made. Drool all down your chest like a bitch in heat. Maybe that’s the problem,” he said, and I felt a quick tug on my ankle, and suddenly, I was dragged somewhere else on the bed. Disoriented, all I saw was black, and I lost total sense of direction. “Let me see here. Maybe you are just a dirty bitch. Look at this. Look how wet you are.”

“Ah–ooohhh,” I cooed. His palm cupped my bare pussy, and I briefly felt fingers dip inside me before leaving.

“For fuck’s sake,” he growled as he wiped the juices from my moist cunt off on my stomach and thigh. “At least I don’t have to clean this place after. I bet you’re a fucking mess of a whore when you cum, aren’t you? Here, let me see. Open them. Open your fucking legs!”

My King swung my legs open before he shoved his hand onto my pussy. Within seconds, his fingers were inside me, and within minutes, he had me devastated and on the verge of orgasm.

“Ahhhh fuck–Jesus, God!” I screamed. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my God!”

“That’s it, scream louder for your King. God, you even moan like a whore,” he mused. His fingers thumped inside me harder than any dildo I ever rode in my life. 

“Jesus Christ, I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Oh god!” I cried out. 

My body went stiff, and I clenched my lips together, stifling my screaming moans as a powerful orgasm was released. I didn’t mean to squirt–usually, I can control if I do or not–but I could hear the splash of juices hitting the bed and the carpeting. The waves of pleasure knocked the breath from me and left me lulled into a catatonic state as I tried to remember myself. 

“That’s it. Let it out,” My King reassured in a calming voice. His hand, still wet with my juices, petted the back of my head and upper back. “I knew you’d make a dirty fucking mess. But it’s okay… it’s okay… good girl, that’s it. Just breathe. There you go. I want you lucid for this next part.”

I was struggling to understand what he meant when, for a second time, I was yanked roughly to another end of the bed, this time by both of my ankles.

“My King, I need a–ohhh fuck!” I cried out when a sudden penetrating pressure built and continued to grow inside my pussy. I felt his grip on both of my ankles. Still, my feet pressed up and over my chest, so my ass was slightly lifted. It took me longer than I should have realized that it was happening.

I’m losing my virginity. My King’s cock is inside me…

“Oh fuck! Ugh! God! My King!” I pleaded. I felt the thick girth of his meat spreading wider, wider than I thought possible.

“Fuck!” My King growled. “Your cunt is so tight. I can feel it choking my cock. Open your legs, bitch! Mmm… just like that… yeah, open wide like the dirty fucking whore that you are…”

He spread my ankles to either end of the bed, making me do the splits.

“Oh fuck, oh god, oh god…” I whimpered. “I need it… I need it… yes…”

“Ah, yes. You like that, slut? I think that’s as deep as I can get it in your tight fucking twat. I think I might have to fuck you every night–mmm, God damn–before your go to bed to break you in some, ugh, shit! Hey! I asked you a question!”

He grabbed my face and yelped, “Yes, My King! Oh god, you’re so big, you’re so big, I can’t take any more. I can’t–oh my god, yes!”

Without warning, he pounded his cock inside me. The pain and pleasure of his massive cock demolishing my tight twat swirled into a hurricane of ecstasy that circled my libido, hitting all the right spots.

“I’m–I’m cumming!” I screamed and spasmed so hard I thought my body might break in two. “Yes! Fuuuck, oh fuck!”

His hands roughly gripped my face and body like a fuck doll as he pounded me through my climax, ignoring my pleasure.

“That’s it. Moan like the little whore that you are. Scream out, ugh, scream out to the world that you’re a slut!”

“I’m a slut, ugh–god…” I panted.

“Scream it!”

“I’m–I’m a slut!”

“Fuck, I’m going to cum so fucking deep inside your tight cunt. Ugh!” he growled as I felt him flex and empty inside me. His strings of warm semen coated my virgin pussy walls until I was so full his viscous jizz leaked out my lips. 

When his cock finally fell out of me, I was left in a quivering heap of pain, pleasure, and twitching ecstasy. I heard the ruffling of clothes, and a moment later, the door opened and closed. Lifting my blind, I saw I was alone again. He left me naked on the bed, my eighteen-year-old body coated in my sweat and his cum.

Smiling, I collapsed to the bed, “My stranger, My King…”