Dark Desires
Pleasure Unleashed= : The Dark Desires of Traci, the Cock Pleaser
Traci strutted into the dimly lit adult theater, her heart pounding with= anticipation. The atmosphere was electric, filled with the sounds of moans= and the scent of sweat and desire. She wore her signature outfit - a tiny,= barely-there skirt that barely covered her ass, paired with towering high-= heeled stripper shoes. Her long, golden hair was pulled back into two tight= ponytails, emphasizing her delicate features and flawless complexion.
As she made her way through the crowd, her eyes locked onto a tall, musc= ular figure standing near the back. She knew instantly that this was Mr. Jo= nes, the well-endowed black manager of the establishment. He was a legend i= n the world of adult entertainment, known for his brutal and unyielding app= roach to pleasure.
Traci approached him with a seductive smile, her hips swaying in time wi= th the pulsing music. She reached out and ran her fingers over his broad ch= est, feeling the heat of his body through the thin fabric of his shirt. "Mr= . Jones," she purred, her voice low and sultry. "I've heard so much about y= ou."
The man's dark eyes raked over her body, taking in every curve and hollo= w. "And who might you be, little one?" he asked, his voice deep and husky.<= /p>
Traci's cheeks flushed with excitement as she introduced herself. "My na= me is Traci, and I'm here to entertain your guests," she said, her eyes nev= er leaving his.
Mr. Jones smirked, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "I see," he said, h= is voice filled with a hint of challenge. "And what do you have to offer, T= raci?"
Traci bit her lip and glanced down at her minuscule skirt, knowing full = well that there wasn't much she could hide. She pulled aside the fabric, re= vealing the chastity device locked around her tiny, micro penis. "I'm a coc= k pleaser, not a cock teaser," she said, her voice filled with defiance.
Mr. Jones chuckled, his eyes roaming over her small breasts and perfect = face. "We'll see about that," he murmured, reaching out to grab a handful o= f her hair. He roughly pulled her closer, his lips brushing against her ear= as he whispered, "You're going to be my little toy tonight, Traci. And I'm= going to make you scream."
Traci gasped as Mr. Jones led her through the theater, his grip on her h= air tightening with every step. They made their way to a private room, wher= e he wasted no time in stripping her naked. He roughly fingered her pussy, = spreading her wetness over her clit and causing her to moan with pleasure.<= /p>
As she writhed beneath his touch, Mr. Jones smirked and withdrew a large= , black dildo from a nearby drawer. "Time for a little anal training," he s= aid, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "I want you to learn how to= take it like a good girl."
Traci whimpered, her eyes wide with fear as she watched him lube up the = massive toy. He pushed the dildo against her tight hole, forcing it inside = inch by inch. The pain was intense, making her cry out and plead for him to= stop. But Mr. Jones only laughed, pushing the dildo deeper and harder unti= l she screamed.
"You will take it all, little Traci," he growled, his voice filled with = lust. "And when you're ready, I'll let the others have a taste."
Traci shuddered at the thought of being shared with the other patrons of= the adult theater. She had never been with more than one man at a time, an= d the idea of being passed around like a toy was both terrifying and thrill= ing. But before she could process the thought, Mr. Jones pulled the dildo f= rom her ass and replaced it with his own massive cock.
He thrust into her, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he fucked her= with reckless abandon. Traci cried out, her voice echoing through the room= as he mercilessly pounded her from behind. Her eyes watered from the pain,= but she couldn't deny the pleasure that was building deep within her core.=
As her orgasm approached, Mr. Jones pulled out and pushed her to her kne= es, forcing her to take his cock in her mouth. She greedily sucked and lick= ed, her eyes never leaving his as she strove to please him. He groaned with= pleasure, his hands tangled in her hair as he guided her movements.
Just as she was about to cum, Mr. Jones pulled away and gestured towards= the door. "Time to show them what a good little cock pleaser you are, Trac= i," he said, his eyes shining with cruel delight.
Traci trembled as she stepped back into the main area of the theater, he= r body still throbbing with pleasure and pain. The room was filled with men= of all shapes and sizes, their eyes fixed on her as they awaited their tur= n. Mr. Jones stood behind her, his hands resting possessively on her hips a= s he introduced her to the crowd.
"This is Traci," he announced, his voice booming through the room. "She'= s a cock pleaser, and tonight, she's all yours."
The men erupted into cheers, their excitement palpable as they eagerly a= waited their chance to fuck her. Traci felt a mixture of fear and desire co= ursing through her veins as she was passed from man to man, each one taking= their turn to ravage her body.
They slapped her tits, ass, and face as they fucked her, their hands rou= gh and demanding. Her tiny, micro penis was completely ignored, trapped wit= hin its chastity device as they focused on her other holes. Traci cried out= , her voice hoarse from the hours of screaming and moaning.
Over the course of the weekend, Traci was fucked by over 300 men. Each o= ne left her body bruised and battered, but she couldn't deny the pleasure t= hat still coursed through her veins. As the sun rose on Monday morning, she= found herself back in Mr. Jones' private room, her body exhausted and spen= t.
He stood before her, his dark eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction= and disdain. "You've been a good little cock pleaser, Traci," he said, his= voice filled with a hint of pride. "But now it's time for you to go."
Traci nodded, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Mr. Jones," sh= e whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll never forget this expe= rience."
As she dressed and prepared to leave the adult theater, Traci couldn't h= elp but wonder what the future held for her. Would she return to her life a= s a cock teaser, or had Mr. Jones changed her forever? Only time would tell= .
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Traci strutted into the dimly lit adult theater, her heart pounding with= anticipation. The atmosphere was electric, filled with the sounds of moans= and the scent of sweat and desire. She wore her signature outfit - a tiny,= barely-there skirt that barely covered her ass, paired with towering high-= heeled stripper shoes. Her long, golden hair was pulled back into two tight= ponytails, emphasizing her delicate features and flawless complexion.
As she made her way through the crowd, her eyes locked onto a tall, musc= ular figure standing near the back. She knew instantly that this was Mr. Jo= nes, the well-endowed black manager of the establishment. He was a legend i= n the world of adult entertainment, known for his brutal and unyielding app= roach to pleasure.
Traci approached him with a seductive smile, her hips swaying in time wi= th the pulsing music. She reached out and ran her fingers over his broad ch= est, feeling the heat of his body through the thin fabric of his shirt. "Mr= . Jones," she purred, her voice low and sultry. "I've heard so much about y= ou."
The man's dark eyes raked over her body, taking in every curve and hollo= w. "And who might you be, little one?" he asked, his voice deep and husky.<= /p>
Traci's cheeks flushed with excitement as she introduced herself. "My na= me is Traci, and I'm here to entertain your guests," she said, her eyes nev= er leaving his.
Mr. Jones smirked, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "I see," he said, h= is voice filled with a hint of challenge. "And what do you have to offer, T= raci?"
Traci bit her lip and glanced down at her minuscule skirt, knowing full = well that there wasn't much she could hide. She pulled aside the fabric, re= vealing the chastity device locked around her tiny, micro penis. "I'm a coc= k pleaser, not a cock teaser," she said, her voice filled with defiance.
Mr. Jones chuckled, his eyes roaming over her small breasts and perfect = face. "We'll see about that," he murmured, reaching out to grab a handful o= f her hair. He roughly pulled her closer, his lips brushing against her ear= as he whispered, "You're going to be my little toy tonight, Traci. And I'm= going to make you scream."
Traci gasped as Mr. Jones led her through the theater, his grip on her h= air tightening with every step. They made their way to a private room, wher= e he wasted no time in stripping her naked. He roughly fingered her pussy, = spreading her wetness over her clit and causing her to moan with pleasure.<= /p>
As she writhed beneath his touch, Mr. Jones smirked and withdrew a large= , black dildo from a nearby drawer. "Time for a little anal training," he s= aid, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "I want you to learn how to= take it like a good girl."
Traci whimpered, her eyes wide with fear as she watched him lube up the = massive toy. He pushed the dildo against her tight hole, forcing it inside = inch by inch. The pain was intense, making her cry out and plead for him to= stop. But Mr. Jones only laughed, pushing the dildo deeper and harder unti= l she screamed.
"You will take it all, little Traci," he growled, his voice filled with = lust. "And when you're ready, I'll let the others have a taste."
Traci shuddered at the thought of being shared with the other patrons of= the adult theater. She had never been with more than one man at a time, an= d the idea of being passed around like a toy was both terrifying and thrill= ing. But before she could process the thought, Mr. Jones pulled the dildo f= rom her ass and replaced it with his own massive cock.
He thrust into her, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he fucked her= with reckless abandon. Traci cried out, her voice echoing through the room= as he mercilessly pounded her from behind. Her eyes watered from the pain,= but she couldn't deny the pleasure that was building deep within her core.=
As her orgasm approached, Mr. Jones pulled out and pushed her to her kne= es, forcing her to take his cock in her mouth. She greedily sucked and lick= ed, her eyes never leaving his as she strove to please him. He groaned with= pleasure, his hands tangled in her hair as he guided her movements.
Just as she was about to cum, Mr. Jones pulled away and gestured towards= the door. "Time to show them what a good little cock pleaser you are, Trac= i," he said, his eyes shining with cruel delight.
Traci trembled as she stepped back into the main area of the theater, he= r body still throbbing with pleasure and pain. The room was filled with men= of all shapes and sizes, their eyes fixed on her as they awaited their tur= n. Mr. Jones stood behind her, his hands resting possessively on her hips a= s he introduced her to the crowd.
"This is Traci," he announced, his voice booming through the room. "She'= s a cock pleaser, and tonight, she's all yours."
The men erupted into cheers, their excitement palpable as they eagerly a= waited their chance to fuck her. Traci felt a mixture of fear and desire co= ursing through her veins as she was passed from man to man, each one taking= their turn to ravage her body.
They slapped her tits, ass, and face as they fucked her, their hands rou= gh and demanding. Her tiny, micro penis was completely ignored, trapped wit= hin its chastity device as they focused on her other holes. Traci cried out= , her voice hoarse from the hours of screaming and moaning.
Over the course of the weekend, Traci was fucked by over 300 men. Each o= ne left her body bruised and battered, but she couldn't deny the pleasure t= hat still coursed through her veins. As the sun rose on Monday morning, she= found herself back in Mr. Jones' private room, her body exhausted and spen= t.
He stood before her, his dark eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction= and disdain. "You've been a good little cock pleaser, Traci," he said, his= voice filled with a hint of pride. "But now it's time for you to go."
Traci nodded, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Mr. Jones," sh= e whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll never forget this expe= rience."
As she dressed and prepared to leave the adult theater, Traci couldn't h= elp but wonder what the future held for her. Would she return to her life a= s a cock teaser, or had Mr. Jones changed her forever? Only time would tell= .
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