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STORY 1 - NIGHTTIME WITH MY STEPBROTHER AND HIS FRIENDS (IV)
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2026-02-10 13:47:22They rotate through me like I’m a toy.
A fuck doll. A warm, wet hole for them to use and fill and share.
God, I love it.
Marcus goes second. I was right about the football player build – he’s big. Everywhere. His hands span my entire waist. His thighs are thick as tree trunks. And his cock...
When he pushes inside me, I feel every inch of the stretch.
“Jesus Christ,” he groans. “She’s still tight. Even with Jack’s load in her, she’s gripping me like a virgin.”
He fucks me slower than Jack. More deliberate. Each stroke is measured, controlled, like he’s savouring the feel of my cum-filled cunt wrapped around his cock. He watches my face while he does it – I can feel his eyes on me – looking for any twitch, any sign that I’m awake.
I give him nothing but my body.
“She’s beautiful,” he murmurs to the others. “Look at her face. So peaceful. She has no idea I’m balls deep inside her right now.”
“She’s taking you so well,” Tyler adds. “Like she was made for this.”
“She was.” Marcus’s thrusts get deeper. “Some girls are just... built to be fucked. Built to take cock. She’s one of them. She might be sleeping, but her body knows exactly what it wants.”
He’s right.
My body does know. Even in my fake sleep, my hips are tilting up slightly to meet his strokes. My walls are fluttering around him. My pussy is trying to pull him deeper, keep him there, make him fill me up the way Jack did.
Marcus finds an angle that makes my whole body light up.
Each stroke drags his cock across that spot inside me – the one I’ve touched with my own fingers but never felt like this – and I cum again before I can prepare for it.
Silent. Shaking. Clenching so hard around his cock that he curses and has to stop moving for a second.
“She came again,” he reports, voice strained. “Fuck, she just came all over my dick. Her pussy’s fucking fluttering.”
“How many is that?”
“Two. Three? I lost count.”
“Lucky bitch gets to cum in her sleep.”
Marcus doesn’t last much longer after that.
He buries himself deep – deeper than Jack got, I swear I can feel him in my stomach – and groans as he empties inside me. His cock pulses and throbs, pumping more cum into my already-flooded cunt, adding to the mess, marking me.
When he pulls out, I feel ruined.
Cum gushes from my pussy, so much of it, pooling on the sheets beneath me. I’m overflowing. Dripping. My thighs are coated with the evidence of what they’re doing to me.
“Holy shit,” someone breathes. “Look at her. She’s fucking leaking.”
“Don’t worry.” Tyler’s voice is closer now. Right between my legs. “I’ll clean her up.”
And then –
His mouth.
On my pussy.
Tyler leans down and licks me, his tongue sliding through the cum dripping from my hole, tasting Jack and Marcus while he eats me out.
I almost scream.
His tongue is soft and wet and skilled, flicking over my clit, pushing inside me to scoop out more cum, licking me clean while I lie there shaking and pretending to sleep.
“You’re disgusting,” Marcus laughs. “That’s our cum you’re eating.”
“I know.” Tyler doesn’t stop. “I don’t care. She tastes incredible.”
He eats me like I’m a dessert he’s been craving for years. Sucks on my clit. Tongue-fucks my hole. Makes obscene slurping sounds as he devours the cum leaking out of me.
I cum again.
On his tongue. In his mouth. Another silent, devastating orgasm that has me clenching and shaking and biting my pillow to keep from moaning.
“She came again,” Tyler reports, pulling back with a wet grin. “I felt it on my face.”
“How many is that now?”
“Four? Five?”
“Jesus. She’s gonna be sore tomorrow.”
Tyler positions himself between my legs. Unlike the others, he goes slow – impossibly slow – easing himself inside me inch by inch, giving my battered pussy time to adjust to yet another cock.
“She’s beautiful,” he whispers as he sinks deeper. “Look at her. Just lying there. Taking everything we give her. Like a perfect little fucktoy.”
He fucks me like he’s making love.
Slow and sweet and deep, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing gentle circles while his cock works in and out. He doesn’t pound me like Jack did, doesn’t take me like Marcus did. He worships me.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he confesses quietly, probably not meaning for anyone to hear. “Wanted her. Watched her all summer. Imagined exactly this.”
Me too, I think. I’ve imagined it too.
I cum three times on Tyler’s cock.
Each orgasm longer than the last, each one rolling through me in waves while he fucks me through it, keeps me balanced on the edge of too much and not enough.
When he finally cums, he leans down and presses his lips to my forehead.
“Thank you,” he whispers against my skin. “Thank you for this.”
You’re welcome, I think, still trembling. Now give me my stepbrother.
Ethan is last.
I feel him climb onto the bed. Feel the mattress shift as he positions himself between my spread, cum-soaked thighs. The others have moved aside, giving him space, watching their friend about to fuck his stepsister.
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“Maybe.” I tip my chin toward the row of dark glass doors along the hotel’s face. “Or maybe the audience is out there. Somebody behind their curtain with a drink and a view of a woman riding a stranger in a chair.”I sink all the way down, and the fullness of it goes through me instantly. I roll my hips instead of bouncing, grinding him deep and keeping him there while I move in slow circles.“If they’re watching,” he says, hands finding my hips, “give them something.”So I do. Slow first, theatrical, my spine arching and my hands going up into my own hair, my breasts lifted toward the stars. Every roll of my hips is calibrated to read from a distance. I’m putting on a show for him and for whoever’s out there and mostly for the version of myself that spent four months moving through rooms without being noticed and is finished with that arrangement permanently.Then I speed up. The chair rocks under us, its legs scraping stone, and his cock drives deep on every downstroke while I grind
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Two fingers push into me and curl and find the place that makes my knees stop cooperating, while his thumb keeps working from outside and his mouth fastens on the back of my neck hard enough to bruise. I’m being fingered over a railing in Positano with a restaurant full of strangers underneath me and the risk of it is pouring fuel on everything.“I’m going to cm,” I get out, hanging onto the railing, the sea glittering below me. “I’m going to cm over the entire –”“Then be loud about it. Let the coast hear.”I cm gripping a stranger’s railing on the twelfth floor with my body clenching around his fingers and my voice going out over the water. Below me a couple at one of the terrace tables lifts their heads, searching, scanning up along the face of the hotel, and I cm while they look and I never find out whether they see me, and the not-knowing turns out to be better than certainty in either direction.He pulls his hand back. Behind me I hear the rest of him going – the whisper of line
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 62 - FUCKED OVER THE COAST LINE (II)
The robe opens and I keep it on my shoulders and let it frame me – stomach, hips, breasts bare in the evening air with my nipples tightening from the breeze and the exposure in equal measure, the pale bands of a bikini tan earned over years of very careful beach afternoons. The angle of my hips against the railing hides the rest.I’m standing twelve floors above Italy with my robe open and a stranger’s eyes on me, and what I feel isn’t fear. It’s power, running up through my legs into my chest. Being looked at by someone who genuinely wants to look. Choosing to be seen instead of being caught.“Don’t stop.” His voice has dropped and roughened, carrying across the gap with the intimacy of something confessed. “Whatever you’re about to do, don’t stop.”My hand goes to my breast. I cup it and circle my thumb over the nipple, slow, the way I do it alone when I’m building something on purpose, and it tightens under my thumb and his face changes and the change in his face travels straight d
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The robe is hotel-issue white terry, thick as a towel, smelling faintly of industrial lavender, and I have been wearing it for nineteen minutes with no intention of putting on anything else. Seventeen hours of travel. A marriage that ended in April. A best friend who told me I needed a vacation instead of a therapist and then booked the room before I could build an argument against it.She was right, which is annoying, but the Amalfi Coast at sunset makes it hard to hold a grudge. The water runs turquoise into navy in a gradient that looks retouched, the sun bleeding orange across all of it, and Positano stacks itself up the cliff in pinks and ochres at angles no engineer would ever sign off on. My room sits on the twelfth floor with the balcony hanging out over the drop. Looking down turns my stomach over. Looking out does the opposite, opening something in my chest that’s been shut since spring, and I stand there with wet hair and bare feet on stone still warm from the day and take
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 61 - THE NEIGHBOR ON MY INSIDE (IV)
I cum again bent over his kitchen island with my wrists crossed behind me and my cheek on cold granite, and the kitchen throws the sound back at us doubled.We end up on the tile because the tile is where gravity was always sending us. He goes down first and pulls me over him and then rolls us, and the floor is freezing against my shoulder blades and I don’t care.“Your floor is filthy,” I inform him.“You’re cumming on it. Seems fine to me.”I pull his hair and he retaliates by biting the side of my neck, hard, and I know exactly what that’s going to look like in the elevator tomorrow and I let him do it anyway. My nails go down his back from his shoulders to his ass, and I feel the skin rise under my fingers, and he groans and fucks me harder into his own kitchen floor, and we are both going to be a mess in daylight.His bedroom is the last room we enter, and it’s the only one that matters.It shares my wall. That’s the wall. The headboard that’s been waking me since March is bolted
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 61 - THE NEIGHBOR ON MY INSIDE (III)
Two fingers push back in while his mouth stays on my clit, and the combination undoes me faster than I’d like – under two minutes, because six months of arguing in doorways was foreplay and the first honest contact detonates everything that’s been stacking up since March.I cum against his mouth with my thigh locked over his shoulder and my hand fisted in his hair, and I’m loud enough that the downstairs neighbor is definitely awake now, and I don’t care, because for the first time in half a year I am making noise in this building on purpose.He stands up with his mouth and chin shining, looking obscenely pleased with himself.“Couch,” I say, pushing him backward by the chest.He goes down onto the cushions and I climb over him, and the springs make their specific squeak – the one I know, the one I’ve laid in the dark listening to while other women made sounds I pretended not to hear.There’s still fabric between us. I settle down onto the ridge of him through the joggers and grind, a
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