She walked into the apartment and dropped her bag. "Strip," he said from the couch. No hello, no warm-up. Just that word. She peeled off her clothes right there in the doorway, letting everything hit the floor until she stood naked, nipples already tight from the cool air and the way he stared.
"Get over here and bend over the arm of the couch." His voice was flat, like he was giving orders to a machine. She did it without a word, folding at the waist so her tits pressed against the cushion and her ass was up high. He came up behind her, spread her cheeks with both hands, and spat on her asshole. Two thick fingers shoved straight into her pussy, checking how wet she already was.
"Fucking soaked," he muttered. "You really are just a girl toy, aren't you?"
He pulled his cock out, slapped it against her ass a couple times, then drove it into her cunt in one hard thrust. She grunted. He didn't ease in or ask if she was ready. He just started pounding, hips slapping loud against her ass, balls swinging forward with every stroke. Her pussy made wet, filthy sounds around his dick. He grabbed her hair, yanked her head back, and kept fucking like he was trying to break her in half.
"Reach back and spread your ass," he ordered. She did it, fingers digging into her own cheeks so he could watch his cock disappear into her. He spat on her asshole again and worked a thumb in while he fucked her pussy. She moaned, pushing back against him because she wanted more. He laughed once, low and mean.
"Greedy little toy." He pulled out, lined up with her asshole, and pushed the head of his cock past the ring. It burned for a second, then gave way. He sank in slow but deep until his hips were flush against her. Then he started fucking her ass the same way he had fucked her cunt—hard, steady, no mercy. Every thrust shoved her forward over the arm of the couch.
He reached under her and rubbed her clit in rough circles. "Don't you dare come until I tell you." She bit her lip and tried to hold it, but the way his cock stretched her ass and his fingers worked her clit was too much. Her thighs started shaking. He felt it and pulled his hand away, leaving her right on the edge.
"Not yet." He kept pounding her ass until he was close, then yanked out and spun her around. "On your knees." She dropped. He shoved his cock into her mouth, still wet from her ass, and fucked her throat.
She gagged, spit running down her chin, but she opened wider and took it. He held her head with both hands and used her mouth until his balls tightened.
He pulled back just enough to shoot thick ropes across her tongue and lips. "Swallow it." She did, then licked the rest off his cock like the toy she was. He didn't say thank you. He just tucked himself away and sat back down.
"Stay like that until I want to use you again." She stayed on her knees, cum drying on her face, pussy and ass throbbing, waiting for the next order. That was the whole point. She was his girl toy, and he used her exactly how he wanted.
