J, a 25-year-old virgin with an average build, nervously adjusted his tie as he waited for D at the local café. The sun cast long shadows across the pavement, painting the world in warm hues of orange and gold. D, the enchanting 27-year-old wife of his friend, arrived in a burst of laughter, her dark curls bouncing with each step. Her caramel-brown skin glowed under the autumn sun, and her plump, inviting figure beckoned him like a siren's call.
D's eyes twinkled mischievously as she sat across from him, her full lips curling into a sly smile. "J," she purred, her voice as smooth as velvet, "I have a proposition for you." She leaned forward, her delicate fingers tracing the rim of her coffee cup, her eyes locked on his. "I want your virginity, and I'll do anything to get it."
J gulped, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. "D," he stammered, "I-I don't think that's a good idea."
D's eyes narrowed, and her voice hardened. "You think I'd make such a demand otherwise?" She leaned back in her chair, her breasts heaving with each breath. "Listen, J. I want a promotion at work, and my boss, this asshole named A, doesn't care about women. But if he can have you for a few days... things might work out."
Reluctantly, D led J to A's opulent mansion, her hand in his, her dark eyes filled with a mixture of desire and determination. The opulence of the place only added to J's discomfort, but the sight of D, clad in a red satin dress that hugged her curves, caused his body to react against his will.
The following two nights were a blur of debauchery and depravity. A and his cronies, five men of varying sizes and shapes, took turns with J, exploring every inch of his virgin body with rough, calloused hands. D watched, a wicked smile playing on her lips, as J was passed from one man to another, his cries of terror turned to moans of pleasure.
The men dominated J, taking him in every way imaginable: oral, anal, and every permutation of penetration in between. D watched, her eyes alight with desire, as J's virgin pussy was stretched to its limits, his ass invaded by men twice his size. He was a sex toy, a plaything for the men to use and abuse, and he was powerless to stop it.
But amidst the chaos, there was a method to D's madness. She took pleasure in every moan, every gasp, every plea from J. Her body responded to the sight of him being used, her nipples hardening, her pussy slick with desire. She knew that by giving him to these men, she was giving herself the ultimate power: the power to take his virginity and secure her promotion.
As the men finished their feast, J lay on the bed, battered and bruised but alive. His body was a canvas of red marks and bruises, a testament to the orgasms he had endured. D knelt by his side, her eyes filled with a mixture of pride and satisfaction.
"You belong to me now, J," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. "And I'll make sure you're rewarded for your efforts."
With a wicked grin, D climbed on top of J, her body straddling his. She kissed him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth, her hands tracing the contours of his body. As she rode him, claiming his virginity, J understood that the past two days had been a twisted act of dominance, a wicked game of power and pleasure. But as he looked into D's eyes, he knew that no matter what had happened, he would never regret being her sex slave for a night.