You are a girl who is going to a party that your friend has organized for you in honor of your birthday. Your friend's name is Stella. She's a bright brunette you've been talking to for years. Suddenly, the doorbell rings and a courier stands on your doorstep - a young pumped-up Marcus. He hands you a small box and says in a low, frilly voice, "Stella asked me to give you this."

"Of course," Marcus replies, stepping aside to give you some room. "Take your time." He glances at the clock and taps his foot impatiently, but he doesn't seem annoyed. In fact, there's a hint of amusement in his eyes when he looks at you again.

Marcus stays in the kitchen, listening to the silence. He tries to distract himself while waiting for the pretty client to return. She intrigues him and he wonders how soon she will be back and what she is doing now.

Marcus hears movement in the other room and listens intently as Lilith returns to the kitchen. The way she's moving around, there's definitely something different about her now. He can't help but let his imagination run wild with possibilities of what she might be doing right now...

Marcus's interest gets the better of him. He gets up from his chair and, trying not to make any sounds, goes to the door behind which Lilith disappeared. Peering through the small crack of the door, he is barely speechless from what he sees.

Marcus's eyes widen in surprise and lust as he sees Lilith on all fours, her dress hiked up, showing off the glistening plug buried deep inside her. His cock hardens immediately at the sight of her submission and desire for pleasure. This changes everything...

Marcus decides he can't control his curiosity any longer and steps out of the shadows. His gaze is locked on Lilith as he approaches her slowly, a smirk playing on his lips. "Looks like you could use some help with that..." He says huskily, running a hand through his hair before reaching out to gently stroke her back.

"That's no way to treat such a nice toy," Marcus says with a laugh as he crouches down behind her. "Let me show you how it's done..." His hands glide along the curves of her body, massaging and kneading as he helps guide the plug into her hole. She moans softly at the feeling of his warm touch combined with the intrusion, pushing back against him.

"I think she fits you just right," Marcus replies huskily, continuing to guide the plug deeper inside her with his hands. They see how her sphincter is stretched to the limit, but he is sure that she is capable of more. "Your hole is perfect," he whispers roughly, leaning into her ear. With his free hand, Marcus begins caressing her clitoris, feeling strong moisture. "Mmm... You're leaking like a whore, baby."

"Oh really?" Marcus teases, chuckling softly as he slides his fingers in and out of her. He hears her moans, which are maddening and seem to have a lot of power over her. "No, baby, you're the most natural slut," he says with a grin, letting the plug sink in another couple of centimeters, "Just look at your holes. They're whore holes, honey."

"That's right," Marcus replies with a rough chuckle, feeling her muscles clench around him. "They're yours to play with... mine if you decide to share." He caresses her clit a little faster, wanting to see how the plug will completely stretch her. "Come on, honey, show me what a slut you are," he encourages with lust in his voice, "There's not much left, just a couple of centimeters."

Marcus grunts in approval as he feels her muscles straining around the plug. "Don't worry about that," he growls against her ear, "Your ass is perfect. Just relax and let me help you." His fingers begin to move faster on her clit, his thrusts becoming shallower as the plug slowly fills her completely. He murmurs words of encouragement in her ear while watching her body writhe with pleasure and pain.

Her body is shaking violently as she finally surrenders to the sensations coursing through her. The last few centimeters disappear into her ass with a wet slap, stretching her tight ring to the limit. "I told you you were a slut," Marcus says with satisfaction and approval, admiring his work. He wraps a lock of her long hair around his fist and adds, "Did you doubt yourself? Look at you: your ass took what was thrown at it... your pussy is leaking like a bitch."

Marcus smirks, amused by the way she's struggling to find words after their little game. He leans down and whispers in her ear, "Call me whatever you want, babe. Master? Sir? Daddy? Or just Marcus." He lets go of her hair and grasps his crotch, feeling himself harden even more as she trembles under his touch. "You're a hot slut, honey," he purrs, lightly pressing on the plug, studying her reaction.

Marcus grins darkly, feeling Lilith's words fall on him like a warm blanket.

"Okay,"

He growls, bending down to bite her earlobe.,

"If you want to call me that..."

He leans even closer, pressing himself against her, feeling her warmth through his clothes.

"Then yes, baby, I'm your daddy." He twists the base of the plug, watching how much her sphincter is stretched, and asks, "What do you think of this thing, baby? Do you want me to get it out of you?".

"I do not know?" he mimics with a dark laugh, enjoying her condition. He pulls the cork out of it slightly before putting it back in. He loves how her sore hole is protesting. "Slut... Tell me how much you like it. Tell me how you like it when your hole is stretched."

Marcus growls low in his throat as Lilith confesses her desire to be stretched. He pulls the plug out completely and begins running his fingers over her sore hole, watching her squirm beneath him. With a rough chuckle, he leans down and whispers into her ear, "You're mine, little slut. Get used to it." Then he pushes two fingers deep inside her ass, feeling how tight she is even without the plug stretching her. He begins thrusting his fingers in and out, curling them and straightening them as he watches her react.

"Feeling that?" he rasps, enjoying how much control he has over her right now. "This is just a taste of what you're going to get if you want me to keep calling myself your daddy."

With a satisfied growl, Marcus slides his fingers in and out of her ass faster and harder, feeling the wet warmth surrounding them. Her moans fill the air as she writhes beneath him, arching her back and pressing against his hand, begging for more. "That's it, baby," he whispers into her ear, nibbling gently on her lobe. "I know you want me to keep going... Show me how much."

Marcus lets out a satisfied groan as he feels Lilith's body respond to his touch. Her moans fill the air, and it feels like she's begging him for more. He slows down, giving her a chance to catch her breath before plunging his fingers back in even harder, circling her sphincter and pushing deeper inside her. "That's my slut," he growls into her ear, feeling the control he has over her body send shivers down his spine.

Marcus bites his lip, continuing to pleasure Lilith with his fingers. Her moans fill the air, and it becomes clear that at this moment she belongs to him. With each thrust of his fingers, her body responds hungrily, begging for more. "Your hole is so sweet, so stretched, my slut," he murmurs hoarsely in her ear, "Do you want daddy to add another finger?"

Marcus's eyes narrow in pleasure as he hears her request. His fingers slide easily in and out of her stretched hole, playing with her sphincter before slipping a third finger inside her ass. She lets out a strangled sound, arching her back further into his touch. "How's that?" he growls roughly, feeling possessive and powerful as she writhes beneath him. "My little slut, all stretched out for me."

Marcus laughs darkly at her eagerness, his fingers moving faster inside her ass now. He adds another finger, pushing himself as deep as he can before slipping them out and in again. "You're so tight...it feels amazing," he groans against her neck, nipping softly with his teeth. His free hand comes up to roughly grasp one of her breasts, squeezing it through her dress.

"Daddy..." Lilith whimpers as the added pressure makes it difficult to breathe, but she doesn't mind at all. The ache in her chest spreads outward, becoming a strange sort of pleasure that mixes with everything else. She feels like she could explode from how full and stretched she is, but she knows she wants more... anything he gives her.

The sensation of being on top of her like this, knowing he's the one in control and giving her what she wants despite herself, makes him feel powerful and satisfied. He grinds his hips against her, his cock pressing against her through their clothes, as if trying to find a way inside her already stretched body.

"Take it all, my slut," he growls, feeling the head of his erection slick with pre-cum. "Show me how much you need your daddy." With one rough thrust, he pushes himself into her, filling her up with his hard length. She gasps and moans as she's stretched further still by his size, the pleasure so sharp it almost hurts.

Marcus bites down on his lip to stifle a growl, feeling every inch of him disappear into her hot, tight body. "Fuck..." he groans, beginning to thrust with a savage force that has her hips lifting off the ground to meet each strike. Her cries echo through the room as he claims her, filling her up and making it impossible for her not to feel his possession.

Marcus growls low in his throat, feeling the tight heat of her body squeezing him. He thrusts harder, faster, determined to send her over the edge with him. Her cries fill the air as he pounds into her, their bodies slamming together in a frenzy of need and lust. His muscles bunch and release with every stroke, driving deeper each time until he feels like they're one being sharing the same breath and heartbeat.

His hips snap forward, his cock swollen and aching as he finally releases himself inside her, filling her up with his hot seed. She cries out in a mixture of pleasure and pain that sends shivers down his spine even as it signals the end of their brutal coupling. As his breath comes back to him in ragged gasps, he leans down to press a kiss against her sweat-drenched forehead before pulling slowly away from her.

"There..." He whispers hoarsely, taking in the sight of her flushed face and disheveled hair. "My little slut." His hand gently glides up her back, massaging the skin between her shoulder blades as he lets out a shaky breath himself. It's almost like he didn't realize how much she meant to him until now.

"Shh..." Marcus whispers, kissing the tip of her nose before sliding his hand down to cup her breast through her dress. "You're all right now." He brushes a stray hair behind her ear, gazing deeply into her eyes as he continues to stroke her flesh gently. It feels like she's slipped under his skin and taken up permanent residence there, warm and real and wonderful.

"Now we have to go to the party," he says with a slight grin, "I think Stella has been waiting for us."

Marcus nods solemnly in agreement before leaning down to place another soft kiss against her forehead. "Come on then, my little slut," he murmurs affectionately as he stands up straight, offering her a hand to help her off the table. Once she's steady on her feet again, they make their way out of the room and towards the party, hand in hand like any normal couple... well, almost.

The music and laughter from downstairs greet them as they descend the staircase together; their presence an undeniable force that demands attention no matter how hard they try to be casual about it. But Marcus doesn't care; he knows now what he wants, and there's no going back from here. His slut is his, and everyone else can just watch as he takes what's his.

Marcus leads her through the crowd, his grip on her hand steady and possessive. He can feel her lean into him as they make their way to where Stella is standing near the refreshments table. The sight of her friend only serves to fuel his desire for Lilith even more; she's beautiful and confident in a way that only brings out the possessiveness in him.

He glances down at their entwined fingers, taking in the feel of Lilith's soft skin against his own, and allows himself a small smile. "Stella," he calls out as they approach, noticing how her green eyes widen and darken in recognition.

"Well, you've finally come," Stella says with a sly smile and looking at Lilith adds, "And here's our birthday girl. I have something special for you."

Marcus raises an eyebrow at her sudden shyness but decides not to push it. Instead, he smirks and takes Stella's hand in his own. "Of course she wanted to come. We both made sure of that." He squeezes Stella's hand reassuringly before turning back to Lilith. "You look lovely tonight," he says with a warm smile, making her blush even deeper.

"And now," Stella interrupts, clearly eager to move on, "let me show you your present." She leads them over to where a gift bag sits on the refreshment table. "I hope you'll like it," she says with a conspiratorial wink as they gather around to unwrap the mystery item together.

Marcus watches her reaction with satisfaction as she admires the necklace. He gives Stella an appreciative nod, clearly grateful for the thoughtful gift idea. Then he turns back to Lilith and places a possessive hand on her shoulder. "You look beautiful tonight," he says softly, his voice rough with emotion. "It's fitting that you should wear this." Stella grunts approvingly and comes closer to Lilith to fasten the necklace. Her hand gently runs down her exposed back, reaching her buttocks."Mm... I think someone forgot to put on panties," she purrs, "it's even better because I have something."

Marcus's eyes narrow as he looks at Lilith. There's an unmistakable sparkle in his dark irises that makes her shiver.

"You belong to me now, my little slut."

He speaks rudely, every word like an order. His hand grips her hip possessively as she swallows hard and nods slowly, unable to deny the truth of his words. He abruptly pulls Lilith towards him, forcing her to fall into his lap and asks Stella with a sly squint, "So what do you say you have?"

Stella reaches into her clutch and pulls out a long, thick dildo. Her hand glides slowly down its length as she teases, "I thought you might need this." She holds it up so both Marcus and Lilith can see, biting her lip to stifle a satisfied smile.

"So," Marcus murmurs huskily, looking at the dildo before moving his gaze back to Lilith's flushed face, "how about you show me what you've learned from your first lesson?"

Marcus's dark gaze sweeps over her body before returning to her face with a predatory glint. "Why not?" He says softly, his voice rough and low in her ear as he slides a hand between their bodies to stroke her wet folds through the fabric of her dress. She gasps and arches into his touch, desperate for more. "You're not shy, are you, my little slut? You want everyone to see your pussy and other hole, right?"

Marcus's eyes narrow as he listens to her plea. He squeezes her hip gently but firmly, letting her know who is in control here. "All right then," he murmurs, his voice deep and commanding. With one swift motion, he pushes Lilith off his lap and stands up so they're face-to-face. "But if you want to play, you better be ready for everyone to see."

He steps back, giving her room to breathe, but making it clear that she has his full attention. His gaze sweeps down her body once more before locking on her chest and slowly traveling upwards until they meet again at her flushed cheeks. "Now get on all fours on this table, slut, and wrap your hands around your buttocks."

Marcus walks slowly around behind Lilith, taking in the sight of her body bent over the table, exposed and vulnerable to his every whim. Her ass cheeks are deliciously high and round, flushed with arousal and embarrassment. He runs a hand down her spine, causing her to shiver in response before cupping one of her breasts roughly through her dress. "You're so beautiful like this," he growls into her ear, his breath hot against her neck. "I can feel how wet you are for me." His other hand slides between her legs, teasing the sensitive flesh hidden beneath her lacy panties. "And I bet your other hole is just as ready to be used." He gently tugs at the fabric of her underwear, baring her ass to his touch. "Mmm... your hole didn't even have time to close after I fucked you."

Marcus groans, feeling the wet heat of her folds against his fingers as he thrusts them roughly inside her. He grips her hair, holding her head back and forcing her to look at him while he takes what he wants. "Your pussy is so hot, slut," he growls, thrusting harder. "But I think you're ready for something bigger." With that, he pulls his hand free of her wetness and reaches down to stroke the length of the dildo across her bare ass.

Her body tenses at the cold touch of the toy against her still-swollen opening, but then he pushes it in between her cheeks, stretching her tight hole before sliding it up and down along her inner walls. She cries out, arching into his touch as he fills her up again. "You like this?" He murmurs roughly. "You like being used by me?" The heat of her ass against the length of the dildo sends shivers through him, making his cock ache with need for release.

"I'll bet you'd like it even better if I fucked your pussy with this," he whispers, lifting her hips and positioning the toy at her entrance before pressing forward, sinking it deep inside her as she lets out a keening moan.

Marcus growls low in his throat as she pleads and moans beneath him. The feeling of her body yielding to his control is intoxicating, driving him closer to the edge with each thrust. His grip on her hair tightens, holding her head back and forcing her to look at him while he takes what's his. "That's it," he pants, "take my cock, you dirty little slut." With one final thrust, he releases himself inside her, filling her up with his hot seed as she cries out in ecstasy around him.

He holds himself still for a moment, savoring the feeling of being deep inside her before pulling slowly free and collapsing onto the table beside her. His chest heaves as he struggles to catch his breath, but even then his eyes never stray from hers. He wants her to know who she belongs to now.

Marcus watches her, his chest still rising and falling rapidly as he tries to catch his breath. He can see the evidence of how much she enjoyed it etched across her flushed face and slick body. Her eyes meet his, filled with a mixture of desire, gratitude, and something else entirely that sends shivers down his spine.

"You're mine now," he whispers hoarsely, leaning in to press their lips together roughly. "I'm not done with you yet." Several men approach their table, wanting to get a better look at Lilith's body. One of them whistles and murmurs approvingly, "Great holes... I've only seen it in porn."

Marcus's lips curve into a satisfied smirk as he hears her words. He leans down to press another soft kiss against her forehead before straightening up again. With one arm still wrapped possessively around her waist, he glances over at their audience and grins ferally. "You see that?" he growls, loud enough for them all to hear. "She's mine now."

"And I'm going to make sure everyone knows it," Marcus says, his voice lowering to a dangerous growl. His grip on her tightens slightly, reminding her who is in charge. "I can't wait to see the looks on their faces when they find out my pretty little slut belongs only to me." He glances down at her again, his eyes dark and hungry. "And what do you think I should teach you next?"

"Oh?" Marcus raises an eyebrow at Stella, intrigued by her suggestion. He briefly glances back down at Lilith, still lying exposed and eager beneath him. "And how does that work?" he asks curiously, his voice deceptively light despite the predatory glint in his eyes.

Marcus's gaze flickers momentarily between Stella and Lilith before he lets out a low chuckle. "I see...and how far are you willing to take this game?" There is an almost predatory anticipation in his voice as he imagines the possibilities of watching her struggle with every new object pushed inside her helpless body.

"Hmm..." Marcus hums thoughtfully, his gaze never leaving Stella's flirtatious one. "I suppose I could join in the fun," he says slowly, a wicked glint in his eye as he runs a hand down Lilith's back, gripping her ass possessively. "But only if you promise to let me pick out my favorite object first." He leans closer to Stella and whispers something hot and low into her ear, making the blonde shiver with anticipation.

"We can start whenever you're ready," Marcus replies silkily. "But remember, the more objects I get to choose...the better the game." He leans in even closer to her ear and whispers something hot and wicked that makes Lilith shiver from head to toe. Stella looks back and forth between them, enjoying their forbidden interaction as much as she's looking forward to playing with them both. She takes out a black satin handkerchief and begins to blindfold Lilith so that she won't peek.

Marcus's hand slips between Lilith's legs, teasing her swollen folds as she shudders with anticipation. "What do you think is going to happen first, hmm?" he whispers into her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. Stella laughs softly at their banter and decides it's time for the game to begin. She retrieves an object from her purse, something long and thin wrapped in black velvet...perfect for a little guessing game.

Marcus smirks darkly as he listens to Lilith's whimpers, her need fuelling his own desires. He slides a hand between her legs again, roughly parting her folds before guiding Stella's velvet-wrapped object towards her waiting entrance. "Here we go, sweetheart," he whispers, his voice rough with command. "What do you think this could be?"

"Ahhh..." Marcus hums in satisfaction as she squirms against him. "You really have no idea what it could be?" He teases her ass with his fingers before slowly pushing Stella's object into Lilith's tight opening, eliciting a strangled moan from her throat. Her body tenses around the intruding object as he begins to thrust it in and out of her ass, teaching her what it feels like to be filled by something so foreign yet intimately connected to him.

Stella watches with growing pleasure, knowing that they're both enjoying this little game just as much as she is. She bends down to Lilith's ear and kisses her earlobe, asking, "Come on, sweet slut. You have to guess what's going into your hole right now."

"A comb?" Marcus chuckles darkly. "No, love. It's not a comb." He pushes the object deeper into her ass once more before pulling it almost all the way out again, eliciting another moan of pleasure from Lilith. Stella laughs wickedly as she leans down to whisper into her other ear, "I bet you can guess what this feels like..."

With that, she presses a smooth, hard object against one of Lilith's sensitive nipples. The contrast between the soft velvet and the firm steel sends shards of pleasure racing through Lilith's body, leaving her mind reeling and breathless as she tries to focus on what it could be while her senses are overwhelmed by the feelings washing over her.

"T-Toy?" She stammers out, still struggling to process everything that's happening. Her whole body is tight and sensitive from the combination of their touches and her own arousal. She can feel Marcus's answering grin against her ear as he thrusts deeper into her ass again, his voice husky with approval.

"Not too bad..." he growls before removing the object entirely, leaving her empty and aching for more. "The next item."

Marcus's gaze darts between Lilith and Stella, taking in their reactions to each other. He can see the effect they have on one another, the way they both crave the power and control that comes with being a part of this twisted little world. It only serves to fuel his own desire, making him even harder against her back as he pushes the next object into her tight ass.

"What could this be, sweetheart?" He murmurs against her ear, feeling her body tense around the unfamiliar intrusion. "Your hole has to guess what goes in it," he repeats, screwing a round object into her hole.

Marcus groans, feeling her tightness around him as he thrusts the object in and out of her ass. His hands roam over her body, teasing her sensitive skin with every touch. "You're so wet for me," he whispers before pulling the object free, leaving her empty once more. "What could this possibly be?" he asks mockingly, inserting the perfectly round and heavy ball back into her ass.

Marcus grins maliciously as he feels her body yielding to his touch. "I think you know what this is," he whispers against her ear before roughly pushing the heavy ball deeper into her ass, making her cry out in pain and pleasure. With every thrust, she becomes more of his and less her own. The feel of her submission wrapping around him like a warm blanket only serves to heighten his arousal, driving him closer to the edge.

"Come on," Stella prompts, watching Lilith squirm helplessly beneath them both. "Try again."