My Best Friend Turned Me Into a Cumtoy

I didn’t know what I was getting into when I let her take me there.

“Just shut up and wear the fucking heels,” she smirked, tossing the shortest black dress I owned onto the bed. “You’re going to thank me when your knees are sore, baby doll.”

I laughed it off like she was joking.

She wasn’t.

The building looked like nothing from the outside—gray, windowless, barely lit. But inside? Filthy. Dangerous. Electric. The kind of place you don’t walk into unless you’re ready to give something up.

She led me through the hallway like I was on a leash, her hand gripping the back of my neck, whispering filth into my ear with every step. “I want to see what that little mouth of yours can take when you don’t get to pick.”

And then I saw it. The room. The wall. The holes.

I froze.

“You’re not scared, are you?” she teased. “You said you wanted to be used. Now’s your chance.”

She shoved me gently to my knees.

The first cock slid through before I could even think. My lips parted instinctively. The heat of it. The weight. The moan from the other side of the wall. It was all too much.

And she stood behind me, watching. Laughing. Encouraging.

“Good girl,” she purred. “Take it deeper. Show them what your throat’s for.”

I gagged. I moaned. I came with nothing touching me but her words and the sound of strangers groaning as they pumped cum down my throat.

And then came another.

And another.

Time didn’t exist. My dress was soaked. My face covered. My cunt aching, twitching, dripping down my thighs.

She never let me stop. Not even when I whimpered. Not even when I begged.

“You can’t quit now, sweetheart. You’re just getting broken in.”

You don’t need to find a hole in the wall to get ruined like that… just pick up the phone and tell me your filthiest craving.