When I came home, he was the last person I ever expected to see. We’d been chatting, role-playing, but that’s all it had ever been. Just playing. Pretend. And yet there he was, sitting at my desk like he owned it.
“Hello, little slut,” he said. “I’ve come to make our game a reality….”
I was stunned… how did he know… how did he find me?
“What…. But I’m not…. not really….”
“Oh? Why don’t you look down then?”
I did, and was shocked to see the body of a tiny little whore, a teenage sex-addict. Jade’s body.
“Do you like my gift, little slut?”
“Wha….. how….?”
He stood, impatient, and spanked me roughly on my pert little butt. The impact made my entire body quiver with raging lust. I whimpered submissively as I felt for the first time what it was like to be dripping wet.
“I asked you a question. Do you like my gift?”
“Yes!” I moaned, squeezing my little pert boobies aggressively. “Yes, I love it!”
“What would you do to keep it?” he asked me, eyeing me with amusement.
“Anything, Daddy! Anything!”
He chuckled, pushed me to my knees, handed me a vibrator, and told me to fuck myself silly. He said when he was happy with my efforts, he’d let me keep my wonderful gift. He might even take me home with him.
14 mind-destroying orgasms later, I’m still here, still going, desperate to please him. Doing everything I can think of to make him happy. My brain is running down the inside of my thighs, but I don’t care. I’m getting dumber and hornier with every insanely powerful climax, but I don’t care. My housemates could come home at any moment to see me as a desperate, pathetic slut, but I don’t care.
The only things I care about are my fingers, the insistent buzzing, my oversensitive new clit, my tight pink cunt, and his gaze.
I need to make him happy.


