When Saturday evening finally arrived, Amanda bid farewell to her parents as they headed over to the Johnston's house and then stood in front of her closet once again, struggling to choose her outfit. She had no clue what Mr. Reynolds had planned, but his cryptic words about not wearing clothes for long echoed in her mind. After much deliberation, she settled on a simple sundress adorned with delicate flowers, not bothering with underwear.
At 7:30 PM, Amanda pulled up to Mr. Reynolds' house. The garage door was already open, indicating that he wanted her to park her bicycle inside. Her stomach churned with nerves as she rang the doorbell. When Mr. Reynolds opened the door, she was greeted with his usual charming smile, but there was something mischievous glinting in his eyes that made her heart race even faster.
"Welcome, Amanda," he said, his voice smooth and inviting. "You look lovely as always." Amanda blushed at the compliment, feeling a flutter in her stomach.
"I bet you are wondering what was under the question mark, our activity for tonight?" Mr. Reynolds continued.
Amanda nodded eagerly. “I’ve been wondering that since the first day you showed me the wheel,” she answered curiosity sparking in her eyes.
With a twinkle in his eye he stated enthusiastically, “The hidden space on the wheel was… “Fuck Toy.” Do you know what that is, Amanda?”
Amanda looked at him and shook her head, “I have no idea.”
Mr. Reynolds' smile widened. "Well my dear, it's you," he said emphatically. A mix of excitement and nervousness flooded through Amanda's body as she imagined what might be in store for her tonight. The thought made her heart race and her cheeks flush.
“What… what do you mean?” Amanda asked.
"What I mean, my dear Amanda, is that tonight you will be a living sex toy for multiple men to enjoy," Mr. Reynolds explained, his eyes glinting with excitement. "You'll be bound and unable to move, as various men take turns fucking that tight little pussy of yours."
Amanda's eyes widened, her heart racing at his words. A mixture of fear and arousal coursed through her. "Multiple men?" she squeaked. "Who?"
Mr. Reynolds smiled mysteriously. "Just some friends of mine. Don't worry, they won't know who you are. To them, you're just an eager young body to fuck. All of them are required to wear condoms so you don’t have to worry about getting pregnant."
He led her into an unfamiliar room, the heavy wooden door opening silently on its hinges to reveal a dimly lit space. In the center of the room, lit up by several spotlights, stood a padded apparatus unlike anything Amanda had ever seen or even imagined. Its surface was covered in soft leather and had restraints hanging from each corner. Next to it was a small table, covered in a black cloth, on which rested open boxes of several sized condoms and a large bottle of “Astroglide” lube.
Amanda’s heart raced as he led her closer to the apparatus, her mind buzzing with a mix of excitement and fear. A large square metal frame at the head of the apparatus caught her eye - it was covered with stretchy black fabric that made it look both intimidating and alluring. She couldn't help but notice the small hole in the middle, wondering what purpose it served.
"Now then, let's get you ready, the party will be starting soon," Mr. Reynolds spoke in a low, commanding tone that sent shivers down her spine. "Remove your clothes and lay face down," he directed as he gestured to the apparatus.
Amanda obeyed, slipping off her sandals first and then slowly removing her sundress. She felt strangely self-conscience as she stood before him completely naked, but couldn't deny the thrill of anticipation coursing through her body.
With slightly trembling legs, she climbed onto the padded surface of the apparatus, positioning herself as instructed by Mr. Reynolds. Her heart pounded in her chest as he fastened the padded cuffs around her wrists and ankles, securing her in place. The cool leather against her bare skin raised goosebumps across her body and caused her nipples to harden.
Without warning, he spread her legs wide and she heard metal pins click into place, locking her in that position. Despite the unfamiliar pose, Amanda found that she was surprisingly comfortable on the padded surface.
Satisfied with her positioning, Mr. Reynolds then slid the large metal frame into place, guiding Amanda's head through the hole so that her face was hidden from view. She took a deep breath, feeling equal parts exposed and excited.
Finally, he set up two video cameras on tripods - one focused tightly on her face and the other capturing a wider angle shot of her nude body strapped down to the apparatus. Amanda couldn't help but wonder who would see these videos, adding to the thrumming expectation coursing through her body.
"There we go," he murmured, running a hand down her smooth, bare back and across the curve of her exposed ass. "Such a beautiful little fuck toy."
Amanda shivered at his touch and words. She felt utterly vulnerable and undeniably aroused. Her pussy was already growing wet with anticipation.
"The men will be arriving soon," Mr. Reynolds informed her, his voice low and authoritative. "They will come into the room one at a time to use your body for their pleasure. You are nothing more than an object tonight." Amanda's heart fluttered wildly in her chest at the sound of his words, a potent combination of terror and exhilaration coursing through her veins. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and her skin prickling with anticipation. Her breathing was rapid and she could feel her pussy throbbing.
"It is unlikely that any of the men will speak to you but if they do, don’t be afraid to converse back," Mr. Reynolds continued. "In fact, I am sure they would appreciate some dirty talk while they are fucking you. Do you have any questions?”
Amanda’s mind swirled with several questions but she found herself unable to form the words to ask as she processed what was about to happen. All she could manage was a simple “No,” her voice squeaky.
"Good," Mr. Reynolds said with satisfaction. "Now I must go and welcome my guests,” he said as he made his way out of the room, the door clicking shut behind him.
Amanda lay there, heart pounding, as she listened intently for any sound of approaching footsteps. The silence seemed to stretch on forever, broken only by her own rapid breathing. Her mind raced with thoughts of what was to come - how many men would use her body tonight? What would it feel like to be fucked by multiple strangers? She was scared but at the same time highly aroused.
Finally, she heard the door open and close, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching. Amanda's breath caught in her throat as she felt a presence behind her. There was a rustling of clothing, then the distinctive sound of a wrapper being opened.
She felt strong hands grip her hips then the head of a cock pressing against her entrance. With one smooth thrust, she had a stranger’s cock deep inside her pussy. Amanda gasped at the sudden intrusion, her inner walls stretching to accommodate the shaft.
The man began to move, fucking her with long, deep strokes, his hips pressing against her ass with each plunge. Amanda moaned softly, her body responding to the stimulation despite her initial nervousness.
"Fuck, you’re tight," the man grunted, his pace increasing.
Amanda felt a thrill run through her at his words. "You like fucking my tight little pussy?" she asked breathlessly, remembering Mr. Reynolds' encouragement to talk dirty.
"God yes," the man groaned, her words seeming to spur him on. He pounded into her harder, his animalistic grunting and the sound of flesh slapping together echoing in the room.
Amanda moaned at the pleasure building inside her, “Yes, fuck me. Fuck my slutty pussy.”
All too soon, the man's thrusts became erratic. With a final grunt, he buried himself deep inside her, Amanda felt his cock pulsing as he came. She whimpered softly, disappointed that he had finished before she could reach her own climax.
After he pulled out, Amanda heard the sound of the condom being removed and discarded. Without a word, the man dressed and left the room. She lay there, panting slightly, her pussy still throbbing with unfulfilled desire.
She didn't have long to wait before the door opened again. Once again she heard the man getting undressed but this time hands reached underneath her to fondle her breasts and pinch her stiff nipples. After a while, she heard the condom wrapper opening then felt cool liquid oozing down the crack of her ass. Her butt cheeks were spread apart and she tensed as she felt his dick pressing against her asshole. Her eyes widened in surprise and dismay as she realized what was about to happen.
The man groaned as he slowly pushed the head of his cock into her puckered butthole.
Amanda whimpered softly as the man paused, allowing her to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation. Gradually, he eased more of his length inside her, stretching her ass in a way she had only just recently experienced with Mr. Reynolds.
"Oh god," Amanda gasped, overwhelmed by the intense feeling of fullness.
The man began to move, thrusting in and out of her ass with slow, purposeful strokes. Amanda moaned, her mind reeling as pain gave way to pleasure. Each thrust sent jolts of sensation through her body, igniting nerve endings throughout her body.
"You like having your ass fucked, don't you, you little slut?" the man growled, his pace increasing.
"Y-yes," Amanda panted, surprising herself with how much she was enjoying it. "Please... fuck my ass harder."
The man obliged, pounding into her with more force. Amanda cried out in pleasure, her body rocking with each powerful thrust. She could feel her orgasm building, the intense sensations overwhelming her.
Just as she was about to cum, the man jerked a few times as he ejaculated into the condom shoved up her ass. Amanda whined in frustration, her body aching for release. The man pulled out, discarded the used condom, got dressed in silence and left.
As the night wore on, eight more men entered the room, their eager footsteps tapping against the wooden floor. Each one took their turn ravishing Amanda. She could image their lustful eyes devouring her naked body before they fucked her. Five of them eagerly penetrated her tight pussy, while the other three pushed deep into her willing ass. Every thrust sent ripples of pleasure coursing through her body, each orgasm building upon the last as she was filled and pleasured by all of these strangers' throbbing cocks. Her moans, gasps and dirty talking mingled with the sounds of the grunting men and flesh slapping against flesh, creating a symphony of desire and ecstasy.
Amanda's heart raced as the final man entered the room. Little did she know that the man who had just finished fucking her in the ass was Mr. Reynolds and as he left, he took with him the boxes of condoms and bottle of lube.
Amanda heard the man undress and step up behind her. He hesitated for a moment, seeming to take in the sight of her bound naked body. Amanda's pussy throbbed with need after being fucked by so many men throughout the night. She couldn't take the suspense any longer.
"Please fuck my pussy," she begged shamelessly. "I need to cum so bad."
The man groaned softly at her words. Amanda felt his hands grip her hips as he positioned himself behind her. She gasped as he pushed inside her wet, eager pussy in one smooth thrust.
"Oh god, yes," Amanda moaned as he began to move. His cock felt incredible inside her, stretching and filling her just right. The man set a steady pace, fucking her with long, deep strokes. His hands roamed over her body, caressing her back and sides. Amanda shivered with pleasure at his touch.
"Your pussy feels amazing," the man grunted, his voice husky but seeming somewhat familiar to Amanda. "So tight and wet."
"Mmm, I love your cock," Amanda purred in response. "Please... please fuck me harder!"
Her words seemed to spur him on, his hips slamming against her ass with each powerful thrust. Amanda's cries of ecstasy filled the room as waves of pleasure washed over her from her intense orgasm. “Yes, you slut, take daddy’s cock,” he moaned. That was when it hit Amanda, the familiar voice of the man thrusting into her was that of her father’s.
Just as the realization went through her mind, the man's pace became more frantic, his breathing ragged. With a final grunt, he buried himself deep inside her, his hips flexing, as he pumped her full of semen. It wasn't until he had finished and pulled out that Amanda realized something was different. She felt warmth spreading inside her as his cum dripped from her well-used pussy. He hadn't worn a condom.
Amanda lay there in shock as the man - her father - quickly dressed and left the room without a word. Her mind reeled as she processed what had just happened. She had just been fucked by her own father, and he had ejaculated inside her unprotected pussy.
A mix of horror and shame washed over her, along with a confusing undercurrent of arousal. Part of her was disgusted, but another part had found it thrilling. What was wrong with her?
As these thoughts swirled in her head, Mr. Reynolds entered the room. After turning off the video cameras he released Amanda from her restraints, helping her stand, her father’s cum still seeping out and running down her thigh.
"Well my dear, how did you enjoy being a fuck toy?" he asked with a knowing smile.
Amanda couldn't meet his eyes. "I… I really enjoyed it," she said softly. "But the last man... it was my father. And he didn't use a condom."
Mr. Reynolds nodded. "I know. That was all part of my plan for the evening."
Amanda's eyes widened in shock. "What? You planned for my father to... to..."
"To fuck you and cum inside you? Yes, I did," Mr. Reynolds confirmed casually. "I removed the condoms before he entered. I thought it would add an extra thrill."
Tears welled up in Amanda's eyes as the full weight of what had happened hit her. "How could you do this?" she whispered.
Mr. Reynolds stroked her hair gently. "Oh my sweet girl, don't you see? This is what you've become - a dirty little slut who gets off on the most depraved acts. You loved every minute of being fucked by your father, didn't you?"
Amanda wanted to deny it, but she couldn't. Despite the shame and horror she felt, her body had responded eagerly to her father's touch. She had cum harder than ever before while he fucked her.
"What... what happens now?" Amanda asked, her voice trembling.
Mr. Reynolds smiled. "Now, my dear, the real fun begins. We both know you'll be craving more. The question is, what are you willing to do to get it?"
Amanda's mind reeled at the implications. She knew she should be disgusted, should run away and never look back. But a small dark part of her was already wondering when she could feel that forbidden pleasure again.
"I... I don't know," she whispered.
"That's alright," Mr. Reynolds said soothingly. "You don't have to decide anything right now. I think it is time for you to get dressed and head home? We can discuss this more next time."
In a daze, Amanda slipped on her dress and stepped into her sandals. As she was getting ready to leave, Mr. Reynolds handed her an envelope containing ten crisp $100 bills. As Amanda biked home, her mind swirled with conflicting emotions. The events of the night replayed in her head - the multiple men using her body, the intense pleasure she had experienced, and the shocking revelation that her own father had been among them. She felt dirty, used, and ashamed... yet undeniably aroused.
When she arrived home, the house was dark. Her parents must already be in bed, her mother unaware that her husband had fucked someone else tonight and that the girl he had fucked was his own daughter.
Amanda crept upstairs to her room, hiding the envelope of money in her desk drawer before heading to the bathroom. As she undressed to take a shower, she caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her skin was flushed, hair disheveled, and there were faint marks on her wrists and ankles from the restraints. But what drew her attention most was the dried line of semen on her inner thigh - her father's cum.
She stepped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over her body. As she washed away the physical evidence of the night's activities, her mind drifted. She thought about how eagerly she had begged those men - strangers and her own father - to fuck her. How much she had enjoyed being used as nothing more than a living sex doll. What kind of person had she become?
After her shower, Amanda lay in bed, unable to sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw flashes of the night's events. She could still feel the ghost of the men’s hands on her body, the stiff dicks filling her pussy and ass, and the sound of her father’s voice telling her to “take daddy’s cock,” as he pounded into her.
She finally succumbed to sleep, only to find herself trapped in a never-ending dream cycle of one thing: The Wheel of Desire, the pointer continuously spinning bringing forth new sensations and desires, always leaving her wanting more.
