She posted the story on Literotica at 2 a.m., raw and nasty, about a woman who begged to be used like a fucktoy. Within an hour a message popped up from a guy named Marcus. "I want to do every filthy thing you wrote. No safe words unless you really need it. You in?"
I was the woman who wrote it. My real name is Lena. I met him at a cheap motel off the highway two days later. No small talk. He shoved me against the door the second it closed and ripped my shirt open. Buttons flew.
His hand went straight down my jeans and two fingers jammed into my cunt.
"Fucking soaked already," he growled. "You really are the slut from the story."
He didn't ask. He yanked my jeans down, bent me over the bed, and slapped my ass hard enough to sting. Then he pulled out his cock and shoved it in without warning. I gasped but pushed back on it. He fucked me like he hated me, balls slapping, grunting every time he bottomed out. When he pulled out he spat on my asshole and pushed a thumb in.
"You wrote about getting your ass wrecked. Time to make it real."
He didn't ease in. He worked his cock into my tight hole while I clawed the sheets and cursed. It burned and stretched and felt so fucking good I started begging. "Harder, wreck it, use me." He did. He pounded my ass until I came shaking and drooling on the mattress.
After that it was nonstop. He tied my wrists to the headboard with his belt. He made me suck his cock until I gagged and spit ran down my tits, then he fucked my face while calling me every dirty name from the story. When he was ready again he flipped me onto my stomach, spread my legs, and rammed back into my pussy. He reached under and rubbed my clit rough and fast until I screamed into the pillow.
He kept going for hours. He came on my face, made me lick it off his fingers, then tied my ankles and fucked me again while I was helpless. Every position from the story. Every command. He called me his filthy literotica whore and I thanked him for it.
By morning my holes were sore, my ass and thighs were covered in handprints, and I was still dripping. He untied me, slapped my cunt one last time, and said, "Write the next chapter about this. I'll be back to act it out."
I already had the title in my head.
