(From Fucktoy’s PoV)

I am Owner’s Fucktoy.

I am at work when I receive a cryptic message on my phone – “931. 9”. My heart rate goes up and I stand up immediately. The “9” means I have no time to lose. Grabbing my things, I walk quickly to the restroom. A minute of prep, and I am out the door of my office, taking a circuitous route to the hotel next door.

I am embarrassed by the recognition I see in the eyes of the hotel’s doorman before he can avert them. But he is far too good at his job and his face is blank as he opens the door for me. I hurry down the reception to the elevators. I pray for the elevator to come quickly and not just because I don’t want to raise your ire by being late. I feel shame at the knowledge that there are people here who probably recognize me from other times, and likely know my purpose. I get to the 9th floor and reach room 931, just short of the 9 minutes you allowed me.

The door opens as I reach out to knock. Your arms yank me in. Even as the door swings shut, I am pushed against the wall next to the door. Your tongue is deep inside my mouth, your hands are pushing inside my well-pressed formal trouser to grab my pussy. I feel your fingers checking my thong. Yes, I am wearing it the way you have mandated and you give a hum of satisfaction. I have to at all times wear it back to front so the thin strip is nestled between my pussy lips, rubbing against my clit all day, keeping my cunt moist for you. It is a constant reminder that you own all parts of me. I feel your tongue now all over my face – cheeks, nose, eyes.. The tie-neck of my formal work blouse becomes my leash in your hands and you use it to drag me into the room.

I see your laptop and headset on the desk as you pull my blouse up over my neck. You don’t pull it off fully and leave my arms tangled in it behind my back. You yank my bra down hard, so my tits are exposed, with the bra now holding them up from beneath. You thrust your fingers deep into my mouth and even as I suck and lick them clean, you pull me to the desk and shove me under it. As soon as I kneel there, my legs are yanked out from under me when you pull my pants off from behind me. I fall flat on my face and stay there so you can position your Fucktoy the way you want.

When you are back sitting at the desk. I am on my knees under it. You have spread my legs wide with my pussy pushed forward. You use my hair keep me pulled up to you. My tits are crushed against your legs and my face is held firmly between your thighs with your cock stuffed inside my mouth.

You begin working on your laptop and then get on a work call. While talking, you pull at my tits, using them as your fidget toy. You squeeze and rotate them one way and then the other. In a few more minutes, your toe starts rubbing my clit. I struggle to stay on my shaky spread out legs and try to breathe silently through my nose while holding your enlarging cock in my mouth.

The phone call goes on and I know from the coldness in your voice that you are getting angrier. Your hands are now mauling my tits, pinching them and tugging my nipples hard. Your toe is pushing inside my cunt, fucking it hard. My shaking legs can’t hold me up any more and I begin to feel myself slip down. Worried about crashing to the floor, I instinctively pull my arms out of the tangle of the blouse holding them back and hold on to your legs.

The glare you give me makes me realize my mistake. I should not have moved from the position you had put me in. But before I can get back into position, the call gets over. Your anger from the call and from my disobedience translates to you holding my head on your lap and fucking my face furiously. Your hands move my head up and down while you thrust your hips, pushing your cock hard into my mouth. As I begin gagging and struggling to breath, you push me away with an exclamation of “Why can’t this fucking cock-sleeve work the way it is supposed to?” I fall to the floor, my heart sinking as I hear you say – “It is disgusting how I have to waste time punishing and fixing it to make it do what it is supposed to do!”

The punishment starts with me standing up, my back against the window of the 9th floor room. I am naked with my hands held behind my head. You continue working at the desk and give me orders every so often to change my position or to do something. I obey – jumping up and down bouncing my tits for some time, then kneeling, offering my boobs to you and even prostrating myself at your feet while sucking your toes. You have me doing monkey-tricks the entire time you work, but you barely look at me. When you ask me to display all my holes, I face away from you, bending over, almost touching my head to the floor and hold my ass up in the air. With legs spread, I open my pussy lips with my fingers and hold my mouth open as wide as I can. I stay in that position displaying all, hoping to please you, as you make one more call and finish up your work

My absolute obedience seems to have mollified you enough for you to decide to use your Fucktoy. You walk over, pull me by my hair towards the bed, then push me on to it and climb on top of me. You spit over my tits and ask me to spread the spit on and between them. You then make me use both hands to hold my tits firmly pressed together as you fuck them. After a few minutes, you stop and berate me for not making the tit-fuck hole tight enough. Your hands yank mine away and you crush my sore mounds together with your hands. Then you begin again, repeatedly spitting on me as you push your cock in and out through the wet, tight, fuck hole that my tits now make. You climax quickly, ejaculating on me. As I thank you for using me, you clean your cock by wiping the juices off on my cheeks. You wash and get dressed. Then, humming a tune softly, you collect your things and leave.

I see myself in the bathroom mirror as I go to shower. I have tears of pain and humiliation in my eyes. I have red marks on my body from your rough use of it. I have dried spit and cum over my cheeks, chin, neck and on my almost purple tits. But in my mind, there is only a resigned acceptance of my place. My owner can order me as room service at will. I am Owner’s Fucktoy.