It had been several days since my last encounter with the man who would turn me into a cock craving slut. We had met for drinks in a bar before ending the night with his cock in my throat and two fingers curving my ass into an orgasm. The day before we met I was straight, now I was driving to his house with the full knowledge that he intended to use me, and the fact that I would let him do anything he wanted had me more excited than I had ever been.
I nervously walked up his front walk and it took two tries to ring his doorbell because my hands were shaking so badly. He answered the door wearing only a pair of cargo shorts and a very confident smile. He was older than me but in incredible shape. He had a smooth hairless six pack and enormous biceps. He was several inches taller than me with a bouncer's frame that could easily dominate me.
"There she is!" he stated gleefully. He had referred to me as his "girl" after cumming in my mouth while fingering me. My heart fluttered and adrenaline coursed through me at the word "she" With him I wasn't a man, I was a girl, HIS girl, HIS slut, HIS bitch. He owned me and we both knew it.
Through the bundle of nerves in my stomach I coyly responded "Hi Daddy!" He responded by grabbing my ass and my throat at the same time he stuck his tongue in my mouth. The kiss was deep and a demonstration of his power, he wasn't so much kissing me as taking me. I loved it.
He pulled back from the kiss and stared deeply into my eyes as he asked "you know if you walk in this house I'm going to take you. I'm going to turn your ass into my personal pussy. The second you put my cock in your mouth the other night you were gay, but when I penetrate this ass you'll be a gay bitch. You'll be my bitch, I'll own you. After tonight you'll only cum with a cock inside you, you'll never be able to tell me no, and when you're on your back with your legs spread and my cock inside you you'll never be a man again. So you have to make a choice; turn around and go home or strip right here on my porch and walk into that house and your new life as a bitch." I could hardly breathe. I wanted him but that didn't matter, I was his either way and he knew it.
I stepped back from our kiss and looked around the neighborhood to see if anyone was around. I kicked off my shoes and quickly removed my shirt. Before I could do anything else he forcefully said "STOP." I froze in terror, I was half naked in a semi-public place submitting to another man and I feared that I had done something to offend him more than I feared being spotted.
He stared with a powerful gaze into my slowly tearing up eyes and knew that I feared only that he would choose not to take me. He had total control and could wield immense power over me with a single word. "Turn around." was all he said and I was all nerves again. I knew what he wanted and I was desperately happy to give it to him. I turned my ass toward him as I slowly lowered my pants over my bubble butt. I knew he was pleased when let out a soft moan and said "No panties, you really are a little whore aren't you?"
I slowly turned back around with my feet pointing inward, I was his girl and now I was playing the part. "Like what you see Daddy?" I asked in a high girlish voice. He responded by stepping aside and motioning for me to come in. As I passed he gave my booty a quick but forceful slap and I let out a girly high piece squeal, which caused him to laugh.