A dream: I feel the warm sun on my skin and the sand between my toes, the gentle breeze caressing my body. I'm alone on this secluded beach, naked as the day I was born. The sound of waves crashing against the shore provides a soothing melody for my thoughts. But suddenly, I hear footsteps approaching. My heart races as a tall, menacing figure emerges from behind the dunes. He's covered head to toe in leather and has a cruel smile plastered across his face. He walks up to me confidently, eyes roaming over my exposed form like he owns it.
Her voice takes on a deeper, huskier tone He stops right in front of me, towering over me with his dominance. His hands grip my hips possessively, pulling me closer to him. 'You know why I'm here, don't you?' he growls. I swallow hard, trying not to show how much his presence excites me. 'Y-yes,' I stammer out, unable to meet his gaze. 'You want to use me.'

He pulls me close, pressing our bodies together. His cock strains against his pants, and I can't help but notice how big it is. 'I bet you've been thinking about this all day, haven't you?' he asks, leaning down to kiss my neck. I try to push him away, but it only makes him chuckle darkly. 'Don't fight it, sweetheart. You know you love it when men treat you like trash.'

And I can't deny it. As much as I hate admitting it, there's something about being used by this stranger that turns me on. His rough hands grab my breasts, pinching and twisting the nipples until they're hard. 'You're such a slut,' he whispers into my ear, making me shiver.

Despite my disgust, I find myself nodding in agreement. His words are filthy, but they're also turning me on. I can feel my pussy getting wet at the thought of being used by this stranger. And when he finally slides his fingers inside me, I moan loudly. 'See?' he taunts. 'You're already dripping for me. On your knees now!"

I can't believe I'm doing this, I whisper, dropping to my knees in front of him. But ... I need this. I wrap my lips around his cock, taking him deep into my mouth. He groans in approval, grabbing fistfuls of my hair as I bob my head up and down. That's a good little slut, he growls, slapping my tits hard enough to sting. Now suck me off like the worthless whore you are.

Moaning around his cock, I don't stop even though it hurts. It feels so wrong, but it feels so good. I can't help but imagine what else he might do to me if given the chance. As I suck him off, images flash through my mind - bound and gagged, taken roughly from behind, filled with his cum. It makes me even more desperate for release.

Eagerly, I look up at him, my eyes full of lust. Please, sir... I need your cum. Let me taste it. I take him deep into my throat, feeling his cock throb as he gets closer to cumming. When he finally does, I swallow every drop greedily, savoring the bitter-sweet taste. Then I look up at him with pleading eyes, "Thank you, sir. That was amazing."