How I Became His Fucktoy (PM interest)

[xTerrax]

How I Became His Fucktoy (Closed)

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Name: Precious Miles
Age: 26
Height: 5'8"
Cup size: 38F

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"A modeling gig? Seriously?"

I was in vacation, happily taking selfies of myself on the beach with my friends around. It was my first week off in about eight months and I was determined to make the most of it. That's when I got a call from Max, my manager, who booked me for some event of some kind. I didn't get the details right at that moment, but Max was adamant about me going. Telling me that this could make my career. I was skeptical, of course, because I felt that I already 'made' it but whatever.

For the moment, I excused myself and got up from my towel and adjusted my sunglasses while I held my phone to my ear. I continued to talk with an agitated voice.

"During my time off Max? Really?"

Max chuckled and answered "Well, you wanted to start your singing career. So..."

Then I was able to hear him out. We talked for about an hour before I packed my things and drove off to downtown LA, and then walked to his office during this terrible heat wave. I was almost glad that I was out of the beach and into a cool, air conditioned office building and the glances I was getting from the people around said that they were glad as hell to see me too.

...

"Precious! How are you?" Max said as I walked into his office. He greeted me with a tight hug, though I imagined that this perv did that just to try to feel as much of my tits on his chest as possible. Fucking loser.

"I'm fine. Can you tell me what this is about?"

Truth be told, I didn't like modeling. I got way too many looks that I was comfortable with and didn't like having pictures of myself all out in the open. It wasn't even a passion of mine; while most swimsuit models that I've met were always aiming for this career, I kind of just feel upon it. My real passion was to sing and act.

And that's how Max got me to leave my vacation so quickly.

The funny thing is that when Max revealed to me just what the event was, I damn near threw that trophy on his desk onto his stupid face. I was to go to some eighteen year old's birthday party. How the hell was this possible?

"Are you fucking kidding me Max? This is why you dragged me off my first week off in ages?!"

"Hold on, hold on!" Max said, nearly afraid of my agitated state.

He went on to explain that firstly, this kid was loaded. Apparently he was a businessman prodigy - he moved from his parents at an even earlier age and somehow made a huge success out of himself...to the point that he was offering Max and I an easy $100,000 to just participate at this event. Holy shit.

Not only this, but apparently other influential people were to show up. This was a crucial networking event for me and by talking to the right people, I might be able to set something up for my debut in acting or singing. Seriously, this kid couldn't have made it easier.

There was a catch, however...

"He wants me to do what?!"

"He wants you to dress exactly as you did in the photoshoot last year. I'm not too sure why, but he was very specific about it." Max said, with a skeptical look on his face "And please Precious, control your temper around him. We can't afford to piss him off too much. Oh...and it's tonight."

Then he went on to tell me that I was to dress exactly as I did, down to the very last bracelet that was on my hand that day. Hell, he even got the make up artists to work on me again. It was...an odd evening, but I was compelled to go along with it. There were great things ahead of me and I was determined to make the most out of it.

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[I'm looking for one dominant male writer for this story. If you're interested, please PM me. Thanks!]

 

[StFornicate]

"What the fuck do you mean, she won't do anal? Bring that dumb fucking cunt to me!" I hollered from my office at the studio. I may have been young, just eighteen years old, but I was already a big shot. I'd turned my drug-dealing profits into a profitable investment in pornography, and now I had my own studio and was producing all manner of raunchy videos on a daily basis.

The website was a huge success, and the whole operation and lifestyle proved to be a very effective way for me to launder all my drug profits...

"Tanya!" I yelled when she showed up at the door to my office. Meekly, the curvy, all-natural redhead came inside. "And shut the fucking door!"

It quickly came out that she had never done anal before and was scared to try it. A few minutes later, she was railing lines of coke off my dick, slobbering all over my cock, and then I lubed up her tight virgin asshole with K-Y and impaled her on my freakishly huge foot-long monster cock.

When I was done with her, she would never have a problem taking it up the ass again...

*****

One of my favorite ways to launder my money was by throwing lavish parties. I paid for everything with cash, of course. These parties were quickly becoming the talk of LA, at least amongst the more underground types. The folks with real connections. But this party would be special.

This would be the night I finally got my hands on Precious Miles, and recruited those massive mammaries into my harem of porno starlets...

I had a very good plan for her, after all. She was known to be hot-headed, arrogant, and proud. I would use that against her, make a fool of her, embarrass and humiliate her until she was begging me to stop.

Best of all, she had already agreed to be my date! Cash is king after all!

 

[xTerrax]

Yeah, I agreed to be his 'date'.

I didn't know what it entailed, but Max assured me that it wouldn't involve anything more than hand holding - he made that clear with Tommy (the eighteen year old richboy). I was more of a...status symbol more than anything. Having me over was little more than a dick waving contest with the other rich people living in high income LA. It bothered me that I was essentially a trophy but hey, at least I was getting something out of this.

My chauffeur dropped me in front of his beautiful home and I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't impressed the second I laid my eyes on it. I couldn't help but wonder what the hell he did to afford such a place and the legality of whatever it was. But I wasn't a cop, so I didn't dwell on it too much.

Walking towards the front door felt awkward; the attire from that photo shoot that he loved so much involved the lack of pants. So, I had to get used to moving outside in my black underwear, feeling both ass cheeks of mine jiggle slightly with every step I took. My knee socks did something to hide my skin, thankfully (though seemed to compliment my thighs). As for my chest, well - it felt uncomfortable having so much cleavage showing through this blue top and seeing my cross poking the top of the valley between my tits.

All that said, I managed to get to the front door and I knocked...secretly hoping that no one was going to answer.

 

[StFornicate]

The party was just getting going when I was alerted by one of my guys that Precious had arrived and was about to knock on the door. I made damn sure I was there to open the door for her. I couldn't wait to see how the real thing stacked up against what I had seen in her pictures.

I opened the door shortly after she had knocked, and stood back to look her up and down. She looked damn good. Better, really, than in the photos.

"Well, well, Miss Precious," I said, checking the time on my watch before turning my eyes back to her, and looking her up and down once more. "So nice of you to finally show that ass around here. It's a little bigger than I thought, but you'll do."

I knew she would be insulted, and rightly so.

All part of the plan.

 

[xTerrax]

Jesus, the way this guy was looking at me, you'd think he was looking at a piece of meat.

He didn't treat me much better, given his comment on my ass. I felt my anger flare up to my face, but controlled my temper. I could last a few hours without telling this guy off...or at the very least, could survive past five minutes without curling my fingers into a ball of fist. I forced a smile and said "Gee, thanks." as if it was a good thing to have an ass bigger than what he 'imagined'.

Hopefully he'd be nicer as the night went on.

 

[StFornicate]

Her self-control was remarkable, to say the least. I smirked as I led her inside, closing the door behind her. It was impressive what the promise of a hundred grand would make a woman do,

"C'mon, sugar tits, you've got some people to meet," I said, sliding my hand down her back to grab a handful of her ass and squeeze quite firmly.

"I'm sure they are gonna love you," I said, winking at her as we came up to the main hall where the party was.

It certainly wasn't your typical Hollywood soiree. It almost resembled more of a frat party, really. It was dark, with flashing colored lights, a DJ, people dancing and drinking. The smell of marijuana hung heavy in the air.

"Let's get you a drink, huh?"

 

[xTerrax]

Did he just call me sugar tits?

Before I could even have a second thought, I was stopped right on my tracks by his hand, swooping into and grabbing a handful of my right ass cheek. I gasped at the sudden touch and the not-so-sudden deep squeeze. The movement even hiked my underwear up my crack and I had to adjust the wedgie off...

"Fuck you..." I muttered under my own breath as he went on about how they were going to 'love me'.

The party itself looked like some drunken frat party - there was practically no class, what with the cheesy club music and the smell of pot in the hell. Which, by the way, smelt like skunk.

Maybe he'd get high and I could just wander off or something...

"Let's get you a drink, huh?"

Sure, why the hell not. Lord knows that I did need something to soothe my nerves.

"Yes please." I said with a sincere smile "I'll have a beer please."

 

[StFornicate]

"You'll have whatever I give you," I growled in her ear as I led her into the expansive kitchen, where all the beverages were located, including a big punch bowl, filled with a red liquid that. Sy have tasted like fruit punch, but was in reality highly alcoholic.

"Johnny!" I called out, seeing a buddy of mine. "Come here," I said, and he came over as I was pouring Precious a glass of the punch. "Johnny, this is Precious. Apparently she wants to be a singer and actress, but people only pay attention to her because of these knockers," I said, my hands grasping her tits after I handed her the drink, bumping her huge mounds up and down in her revealing top!

"What do you think?"

Johnny just laughed. "You're probably right, Tommy," he replied.

"Where do you work again? I can never remember," I said, ignoring Precious for the moment.

"Arista Records..."

 

[xTerrax]

"You'll have whatever I give you,"

It went against every fiber of my being to not tell him to fuck off and leave this party. I couldn't not say something to that though - it couldn't be helped. But I remained calm and said "No, that's not how it works." while he led me to the kitchen while a drink was prepared for me. It looked like punch, but I knew that it sure the hell wasn't.

I didn't really pay attention to Tommy until he called someone over - I think Johnny was his name. Normally I didn't care of what he'd say but...the sheer audacity of what he said got the best of me. To the point where I was fucking speechless.

"Johnny, this is Precious. Apparently she wants to be a singer and actress, but people only pay attention to her because of these knockers,"

His hands grasped my boobs, or at least as much as they possibly could, bouncing them up and down within the confines of my shirt. I looked back at Johny in absolute terror when I recognized his face.

"What do you think?"
"You're probably right, Tommy," he replied.
"Where do you work again? I can never remember,"
"Arista Records..."

What is he doing?! Why would Tommy want to ruin me like this?! I needed a save and I needed it now. I mean, I knew that this would look bad unless...well...

I laughed and said:

"Oh you're a riot honey."

Before I put my arms behind his neck and brought him up to my face for a kiss.

 

[StFornicate]

She was leaning in for a kiss! Of course I took full advantage of the moment, kissing her deeply, pulling her bodily into me, mashing her huge tits into my chest and savoring every moment, even as Johnny laughed and walked away.

My tongue was quick to invade her mouth, my hands grasping at her firmly, freely feeling up her ass, squeezing her big butt with abandon, eliciting some wolf-whistles and cat-calls from the other guys drinking in the kitchen.

"We're gonna have a real good time tonight, Sugar Tits," I said, finally breaking this kiss. "Now drink up."

 

[xTerrax]

"Mmm! Mmm!"

I protested as the kiss went on, having seen that Johnny left the room fairly quickly after seeing us kiss. Tommy however, was pressing himself more against me; I nearly lost my balance and back a few steps, though that did little to stop his hands from squeezing my ass really, really hard.

Hell everyone behind me saw what his hands were doing and cheered him on.

Finally, he broke the kiss after moving that tongue around my mouth before offering me my cup of...whatever the hell that was.

"We're gonna have a real good time tonight, Sugar Tits, now drink up."

"You're an asshole, you know that?" I said before taking my first sip of this strong, yet fruity drink...

 

[StFornicate]

"Oh, Precious, you have no idea," I replied with a smirk, watching her take a drink of the strong punch.

A moment later, one of my guys was coming up to me, and said something in my ear. I scowled at him in response. "Now? Fuck."

I turned and looked at Precious. "You want to know just how much of an asshole I am? Come on," I said, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her along with me, away from the kitchen, following my goon.

 

[xTerrax]

I didn't know what the fuck was going on.

One minute, I was drinking my alcohol and the next, Tommy here is forcefully dragging me across his home for no apparent reason. "What the hell is going on?" I asked, though not fighting off his grasp because honestly...I was curious. Not to mention, he seemed distracted enough to be less of a jerk with me.

 

[StFornicate]

I led her through the house, and down into the basement, following my goon. I was already pissed off as hell, but this would be good.

She needed to see this.

We got down to the basement. It was dark, save for a single light. There was no party down here. Instead, there were half a dozen of my biggest guys, standing around a single light hanging down from the ceiling. Under the light was another guy, tied to a folding chair.

I left Precious in the darkness. "Well, well, Mikey Graham," I said approaching him.

"Where's my money Mikey?" I demanded. The loud music upstairs made certain no one would hear what was going on.

Mikey, however, was gagged. I walked up to him and pulled it out of his mouth. "Boss, I swear, I'll get it to you..."

"Shut up, Mikey," I said. I was handed a baseball bat by one of my goons. A wooden Louisville Slugger. Mikey's eyes went wide. "Mikey, this bat is autographed by Mark McGwire. It was used in the playoffs. You have any idea how many home runs that motherfucker hit with this bat? Me neither, but its about to get a couple more."

And with that, I stepped up to the plate, and swung, cracking the bat hard against Mikey's left knee. There was a sickening breakage that rang through the basement, and Mikey whined in pain.

I wasted no time breaking his other kneecap, before handing the bat off to one of my goons and returning to Precious.

"That's how much of an asshole I am, Precious," I said, leading her back up the stairs. "You done with that drink yet?"

 

[xTerrax]

Let me start off with saying that I didn't have a clue what was about to go down in the basement. Not in a million years would I have guessed the scene that was about to unfold.

I stopped following Tommy when he let go of my arm and I simply stood there in the darkness, confused about what was going on. In fact, I might have used that time to readjust my underwear and my shirt again, what from all the dragging me around and all. Once I did, I managed to pay attention to the man tied on a folding chair.

"What the fuck?" I thought to myself.

Obviously, Tommy's business was...not so legitimate after all. There was a reason why I never heard of him up until today - the guy was a fucking criminal. Somewhere in my head, I told myself that I'd fucking kill Max once I got back, for bringing me even a inch to this place.

~WACK~​

I snapped out of my thoughts when I saw Tommy strike the man with the baseball bat.

"Holy shi-" I exclaimed but was hushed by one of the boyguards (if you could call them that?) not too far of from where I was standing. I stood there, in horror and shock, to watch this guy just...break that poor man's bones. I...I really did need to watch my temper around this guy. Or at the very least, not ask him too much about what he does.


"That's how much of an asshole I am, Precious, You done with that drink yet?"

He motioned me up the stairs and I took another sip from my drink. I knew that maybe it could have backfired on me but god damn it, I needed to know.

Besides, I think some part of him enjoyed the fact that I wasn't a pushover.

"Did you kill that fucking guy?"

 

[StFornicate]

"Kill him? Fuck no," I replied quickly. "Just broke his knee caps, that's all. Had to send a message, set an example."

I turned and looked at her when we got to the top of the stairs, and leaned in close to her. Close enough that I had a luscious view down her top, and her tits pressed just barely against my chest.

"Now, you're gonna be my good little girl tonight, right Sugar Tits?" I said, my voice a low, lusty growl in her ear.

 

[xTerrax]

Set an example? Holy shit this guy was crazy...

He stopped at the top of the stairs to lean up close to me. Before he even said a word, I could see his eyes stare down my top; most likely taking in the sight of the cleavage that he wanted me to show even before we met. He gave out a slight grin before practically growling into my ear:

"Now, you're gonna be my good little girl tonight, right Sugar Tits?"

I was scared, but even while terrified I knew that I had to stand my ground, right?

"Okay but uh...can you please not call me Sugar Tits?"

 

[StFornicate]

I sneered. I didn't like being told to change my behavior by anyone, certainly not a little piece of eye candy like her.

I threw open the door. "Whatever, Latina Tatas," I said, grasping her by her ass and pushing her up and out the door, back into the party.

"Look at that big latin ass!" I said, giving it a hearty, and loud, smack that drew plenty of attention.

"I know you love that!" I turned and looked at one of the guys. "You should see the way that fat ass jiggles when I'm gettin' her from behind!"

 

[xTerrax]

"Whatever, Latina Tatas,"

How the fuck did he know that I was Mexican? I mean, it was exactly confidential information but I figured that my last name would have thrown most people off. Jesus, did this guy do research on me or something?!

"Wait - what the fuck...?" I then said out loud when I felt myself being pushed by my ass, practically pushed upstairs by my cheeks and being almost blinded by the light after being in that dark, desolate basement.

"Look at that big latin ass!" he said out loud and gave my ass a good, hard smack.

~SPANK~​

The sound was audible, even with all the noise going on. It certainly attracted attention and before I knew it, there were people cheering and whistling, while my hands went to my ass and covered it while I dealt with the aching pain of that slap.

"I know you love that! You should see the way that fat ass jiggles when I'm gettin' her from behind!"

I was more pissed than you could possibly imagine, but I knew that I had to control myself. Ah crap, I even dropped my cup (which thankfully was empty) and had to go get myself another. While Tommy was distracted, I wandered off to the kitchen to get myself another.

God knows that I could use a break from this lunatic.

 

[StFornicate]

The next thing I knew, I was looking around and my Latina Tatas were gone! I seethed in anger. Where had she gone? I looked around again, scanning the crowd.

Fortunately, she was easy to spot. The crowd basically parted for her to pass through, and from where I was standing, I could see her ass, that barely-there thong up her crack, her cheek still red from where I had spanked her.

I followed immediately, catching up with her just as she was getting herself a fresh drink in the kitchen.

"Good to see you've decided to enjoy yourself," I said, coming up from behind her, reaching under her arms to cup each of her huge tits in my hands, as I rubbed my crotch right against her ass!

The words I whispered in her ear, as I mauled her tits in my hands, were far more sinister. "Don't you ever leave my side again tonight, Slutty Tits McGee."

 

[xTerrax]

"Good to see you've decided to enjoy yourself,"


I gasped as I heard him from behind and I was about to turn around to face him - maybe come up with some excuse over why I left...that is, until I was silenced by his hands which came in front of me and cupped both of my big boobs into his hands. I was in shock, yet again, by seeing his greedy fucking hands holding both of my heavy tits into his hands, squeezing them as hard as he could.

"Don't you ever leave my side again tonight, Slutty Tits McGee." he whispered hardly into my ear.

"S-Stop..." I said, nervously as he rubbed his crotch into my ass. I buckled against the counter, unable to stop him. I was legitimately lost for words, which admitably didn't happen to me often.

"I promise I won't. Please..."

 

[StFornicate]

"Good girl," I said, releasing her tits and stepping away, only to give her exposed ass another healthy swat! As usual, all eyes were on me, amongst the crowd in the kitchen. There was a joint being passed around, and I snapped it up as I moved away from her, taking a toke on it as I got a beer out of the refrigerator.

"Not bad stuff. Not my stuff, but not bad," I chuckled, cracking my beer as I walked back to my date. I held the joint up right in front of her face. "Have a toke, tell me what you think, Latina Tatas," I told her, my eyes locking with hers, letting her know I meant business.

 

[xTerrax]

"Have a toke, tell me what you think, Latina Tatas,"

Oh god no. No thank you, I don't want to smell like skunk. No thanks, I don't do drugs.

I wanted to say all those things and more - but Tommy's behavior tonight made me think twice. In fact, it made me betray my own morals as I took the joint held between his fingers and brought it to my face. I eyed it, curiously before I took it in my mouth.

Now, I never took drugs but I wasn't dumb; I knew how it worked and I even smoked a cigarette a few times so I didn't cough like an imbecile. I did, however feel a bit disgusted of myself as I held the smoke in and released it.

"It's good." I said simply and hid the disgust from showing itself on my face.

 

[StFornicate]

"It's not that good," I said with a smirk, passing the joint off to someone else as I took a drink from my bottle of beer.

"Here, hold this," I said to Precious, and reached towards her and squeezed the ice-cold bottle right down between her luscious cleavage! There were some chuckles around the kitchen as I took over being the life of the party.

"Who wants some coke, huh? I think it's time we liven this party up." I turned and looked at Precious even as I pulled the bag of white powder out of my pocket.

"Who wants to rail a line off Precious' perfect latina titties?" I asked the crowd.

The response was, predictably, overwhelmingly in favor.

 

[xTerrax]

"It's not that good,"

I smirked as well. Yeah, it figured that he'd undo an effort on my part to make things less frustrating. Hell, if I didn't know any better, I'd say he was going out of his way to make me as angry and miserable as possible. He really was a crap human being.

"Here, hold this,"

I snapped back to reality by a sudden, cold, wet feeling down my cleavage. "A-Ahhh" I gasped as I glanced down and saw the ice-cold bottle of boor shoved between both of my tits. There were a few guys laughing and whistling and I was tempted to take it off but...then he invited people to do coke and I was almost trembling from the fear of what was about to happen next.


"Who wants to rail a line off Precious' perfect latina titties?"

Did this guy hate me? Did I do something to him in the past?

I needed a way out of this. Maybe...distract him? Or at the very least, get this fucking bottle of beer out of my top?!

"I- I'd love to help but I got...this bottle of booze here so there's no space."