Built for BBC : Ch3

“Welcome to the BBC camp, little snow bunny.” Marcus's low voice was like a massage for her ears. Listening to what he had to say just felt good, in a way she'd never felt before.

“Snow bunny?” She nervously asked. There were so many new terms and words being used here. Normally she'd be quick to pick it all up, but her mind was feeling a little foggy. Maybe it was whatever they used to condition the air down here? It smelt so sweet and flowery, like the perfumes she used to love as a teenager. It was overwhelming, and had to be why she wasn't thinking straight.

“Just a cute nickname. Don't think about it, just respond to it.”

Marcus walked her down the long hall, and she couldn't help but stare at his ass. It made her feel filthy, checking out a man who wasn't her husband, but she couldn't stop herself. David was a big strong guy, but Marcus waa so much more confident. The way he walked right up to her and started putting his hands on her body made her shiver, even if it was only to get her sizes…

And his cock… She almost couldn't believe it was real, until she felt it twitch when he pressed it into her ass. She was sure it was accidental! And felt dirty for still thinking about it, but she couldn't stop thinking about that massive black monster.

Not because she wanted to fuck it! Or taste it… feel how firm it is, or even see it. No, David was too big for her already, and Marcus's couldn't have been hard when she felt it. If he was already bigger than David without getting excited… what would happen if..if….

“Showers are in here.” Marcus stopped by a door and stared at her. A smile on his face like he had been reading her thoughts. “Strip down and leave your clothes, they'll get collected. You can pick up your new clothes down the hall here. Lunch will be served soon, so go eat and just settle in for today. I'll see you bright and early tomorrow.”

“O-okay…” Elizabeth felt so nervous about all of this. When David had first suggested this place she wasn't sure about it, and she was even less sure now. Something about this place felt off, unlike any spa or resort she knew of. Taking this much time off of work had been a headache to sort, they were all useless there without her, but she was hoping it would at least be a chance to relax. Marcus seemed like a very hands on trainer and whatever his techniques were, she didn't think it'd leave her with much time to unwind.

“Hmmmm, I think you might just be my finest toy yet.” Marcus opened the door and slapped her ass. Like a farmer trying to get his cattle to move on.

Elizabeth couldn't help but feel like it was a violation of her body. A degrading act that would earn the man a slap, even if it was David, but coming for Marcus…

Something about it just felt right. He was her trainee after all… getting a little physical didn't mean anything… it… it wasn't sexual! N-nothing to do with his rock hard abs… or that thick rod bigger than her arms he had hiding in his pants…

She really needed a cold shower. She was here for David, for her future husband. She wanted to be a woman he was proud to see walking down the aisle. That all his friends would be jealous of.

The shower room reminded her of highschool gym class. Lockers and benches to get undressed in, and showers in another section. Not knowing which was hers, she started to undress and leave her clothes in a pile on the bench. Too deep in thought to notice the round of running water.

She knew with a certainty she would never cheat on David, especially not with a cock that ridiculous huge, but even thinking about it too much felt wrong. If David's cock was already a little painful for her when he got going, then Marcus's big dick would split her in two.

She wasn't into Marcus's cock. She wouldn't cheat on David. And she didn't want to objectify her now trainer's body.

But the thought of his juicy fat cock just wouldn't go away. She prided herself on being a calm and controlled person, it's what got her to the position she was in today. Yet just feeling Marcus's cock rub on her ass was enough to completely overwhelm her mind.

A shower would make her feel better. She must have just been tired from the drive over, and nervous about this whole experience. Why else would her head be feeling this heavy?

“Uhhh fuUuck.”

The moan shocked Elizabeth out of her thoughts and drew her haze to its source. A blonde, rather curvy woman with some of the largest boobs she'd ever seen. Fully naked and shaved smooth, the woman rested one leg on the shower wall. Using her hands to spread open her pussy which was overflowing with a white substance. Dripping down her leg and washing away into the drain. Elizabeth watched for a brief moment as the woman circled her clit as the water poured down onto her body. Eyes closed and completely unaware that somebody had walked in on her.

“Sorry! I didn't mean to interrupt!” Elizabeth yelped without even meaning too, covering her eyes. She'd showered with other girls before, but she'd never experienced something like this.

“Hmm? Ohh hii! You must be one of the new Toy’s arriving today! I'm Britney!! Hayden's gurl! You must be sooo excited to be starting here!! I've only been here for a week, and it's been the best week of my life! Who's your trainer?”

“M-marcus… aren't you… embarrassed I caught you?” Elizabeth didn't want to shame the poor girl, but she was surprised at her lack of modesty. She never masturbated, her mother had told her it was evil and the lesson had stuck with her as an adult. She couldn't even think of what it would feel like to get caught right in the middle of such a filthy act.

“You new toys are so funny! Why would I be embarrassed? We're both gurls.”

“Right… of course…” Now Elizabeth felt like the weird one. Making a big deal out of nothing. She knew everyone shared their room, so there wouldn't be any privacy in their beds. Of course girls with less ‘hang ups’ than her would find the showers as the next best place. They were all spending weeks without their husband's to be, so they would need to find somewhere to get some… release. “I'm really sorry for intruding, I'll just go-”

“Don't be silly! Have your shower. I was totally finishing up anyways. I'm not allowed to cum on my own!”

Wow. Elizabeth had never met somebody this open before. Talking about the kinks her and her husband shared like she was telling her what shampoo she used.

“Uhh, sure… t-thanks.” She didn't know what to say in this situation. Just turning her back to her and turning the water on.

“You've got a really cute body! Marcus is just gonna eat you up!” Britney got out of the shower and started drying herself with a towel.

“He trains hard then?” She asked to be polite.

“Babz. You don't even know how hard he can get! I'll see you round okay!! Don't let any of the other gurls haze you!”

With that, Elizabeth heard the door open and Britney walk out. Leaving her alone with her thoughts.

What was that white stuff she saw for a second? It was coming out of her vagina, all white thick and creamy… was it… no, it couldn't be. There was so much of it, even a group of guys couldn't… couldn't leave her with that much…

No. She must have imagined it. It was probably just shampoo draining off her hair and down her legs. In the shock of seeing the girl touch herself, Elizabeth must have imagined things. Even a cock as big as Marcus's thick and meaty dick couldn't make that much…cum…

Elizabeth turned off the water and let herself drip for a while. Focusing as hard as she could to put all thoughts of that big cock out of her mind. She was better than this. A smarter, more controlled woman than any of the girls she knew. She never drooled over ‘hunky’ guys, never let them degrade or catcall her. Studying hard and getting good grades had been more important to her than acting on her hormonal teenage urges, and here it would be the same.

She'd focus fully on her training and fitness. Keep her mind occupied with that goal, and make it back to David as the woman he wanted her to be. Not because he wanted it, but because she did.

Stepping out of the shower with new focus, she found Britney's used towel abandoned on the floor. Strange, she hadn't heard the woman get dressed in here? Maybe she grabbed a fresh one to cover up with? It wasn't like she would just walk around the halls naked.

Drying herself off, Elizabeth found the towels to be rather tiny. She couldn't even wrap it full around herself, and she'd have to choose between covering her chest or her crotch. She went to put her regular clothes back on, but remembered Marcus's words.

“Strip down and leave your clothes…”

His voice was so smooth, so inviting. And yet so firm. Even with her only other option being something ridiculous, she couldn't bring herself to disobey him. Despite feeling like she was a streaker running through the halls, she held the towel over her body and rushed over to get her new clothes. Blushing red down the halls and praying everybody would be at lunch.

This place was built like a bunker rather than a resort. Long white pristine hallways with fluresent lighting with paths that criss-crossed and doors everywhere. It was a labyrinth, but thankfully the path from the showers to the dressing room was straightforward. Likely to make it easier for newbies like her.

She found the door she was looking for. Mostly nondescript like every other one, but it was labelled as “Outfit department.”. Only standing there now did Elizabeth wonder to herself why she needed a new outfit? David told her she didn't need to pack anything, that they would provide her with what she needed, but she wasn't working out today? Why couldn't she just wear her regular clothes if she was getting orientated?

“I'm done with this place!”

Elizabeth hear a muffled shout through the doors, moments before it'd owner can crashing through. The petite woman, who was even smaller than Elizabeth, had dyed blue hair and thick rimmed glasses. Pale skin with a beauty mark just below her left eye. Like Elizabeth, she only had the tiny towel to cover herself up with and boy did she look pissed.

“Cassandra please!” Marla, the reception who brought her in was inside the room. Holding a red thong in her hands and waving it at the woman. “I promise it'll feel good to wear!”

“Fuck you, you bimbo slut!” The slender woman raged back at her. “I'm not sticking around to be turned into some fucking doll! I'm getting the Fuck out of her and chewing my wife's head off for thinking this was a good idea!”

Done screaming at poor Marla, the woman looked at Elizabeth. Looking her up and down, and then rolling her eyes.

“You better get out of her to before they turn you into some cheap whore.”

“I- I just got here…” Elizabeth stammered out. She was normally a much more confident woman, but everything that had happened today was throwing her off.

“Yeah, so did I. And I can already see through this bullshit patriarchal organisation catering to the make gaze. I'm kt spending one more second trying on clothed even a slut wouldn't walk around it. I'm getting the fuck-”

“Is there a problem. Ma'am.”

Out of nowhere, there was a deep and boring voice. Elizabeth turned around to find two huge black men. With tight black shirts that showed off their body builders physice, and sunglasses on. Even off her game, it was obvious these guys were security.

“N-no… I mean yes!” Cassandra looked shaken by their arrival, but found her feet fast. “I'm done here. Take me home.”

The two men looked at each other, and then back at her.

“Why don't we go have a talk.” One of the men put their arms around her, and started walking the woman away. Even as she shouted and screamed for him not to touch her, Elizabeth didn't do anything but watch.

“Sorry about that. The new toys get ‘home sick’ sometimes. We'll get her, straightened out, in no time.”

Elizabeth barely heard a word the man said to her. She had seen something she almost couldn't believe, and it left her shaken.

This man's cock was just as big as Marcus's.

How…how was that possible? She was sure Marcus's had to be abnormally huge! She'd been around enough to know her David was already in the larger size, but next to these guys he was nothing!

Was it because… because they were black?

She'd heard the stereotypes, but never put much stock in them. That kind of, sexual objectification of an entire race felt wrong to her. But now… seeing these men…. Was it true?

“Why don't you run along and get dressed. You look a little cold.” The man raised his eyebrows at her and she was confused for a moment. Then she remembered she wasn't dressed! In the shock and confusion, she had dropped her towel. Fully flashing this man her perky white tits, nipples hard from the cool air.

“Right! Sorry! I'll go right in!” She bent over to pick up her towel. Hurrying inside.

Before she passed through the door, she felt the man slap her bare ass. His hand just as hard and rough as Marcus's had been.

“Enjoy your stay fresh meat, I know I will be.”