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STORY 2 - BECOMING THE FRAT’S LIVE IN SLUT (III)
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DIRTY DREAMS (AN EROTICA COLLECTION) STORY 2 - BECOMING THE FRAT’S LIVE IN SLUT (IV)
I clench. I obey. I’m already so far gone I’d do anything they asked.Tyler takes Mason’s place.He’s the quiet one. The one they say is the worst. And now I understand why – because he doesn’t talk, doesn’t taunt, just fucks. Slides into me alongside Mason’s cum and sets a pace that makes me see stars. Hard and fast and utterly silent except for the wet slap of his hips against my ass.Then Brandon.Then Declan again, because apparently one round wasn’t enough. He fucks Mason’s load deeper, adds his own, tells me I’m the best cunt he’s ever had while he pumps me full of his cum for the second time.They use me in every position.On my back with my legs over someone’s shoulders. On my stomach getting pounded into the mattress. On my hands and knees like a bitch in heat. Bouncing on their cocks while they slap my ass and pull my hair and call me every filthy name in the book.Slut. Whore. Cum dump. Cock sleeve. Fuck toy.I answer to all of them.I lose count of how many times I come.I
DIRTY DREAMS (AN EROTICA COLLECTION) STORY 2 - BECOMING THE FRAT’S LIVE IN SLUT (III)
Declan’s on me before I can brace myself.He doesn’t ask. Doesn’t check. Just grabs my hips, yanks me to the edge of the mattress, and notches the head of his cock against my entrance.“Wait – ” I start.He slams home.One brutal thrust. Balls deep. Splitting me open on a cock so much bigger than Connor’s that I scream – actually scream – from the stretch, from the fullness, from the overwhelming sensation of being impaled.“Fuck.” Declan groans, rolling his hips, grinding deeper. “She’s tight. Jesus Christ, she’s tight. Little virgin cunt, isn’t it?” He pulls back, slams in again, punches the air right out of my lungs. “Connor’s pencil dick didn’t do shit to stretch her out. Feel like I’m fucking a first-timer.”In the corner, Connor makes a wounded sound. Like he’s the one being hurt here. Like he has any right to complain.I don’t care.I don’t care because Declan’s fucking me like I owe him money, like I’m nothing but a hole to use, hammering into me so hard the mattress slides acr
DIRTY DREAMS (AN EROTICA COLLECTION) STORY 2 - BECOMING THE FRAT’S LIVE IN SLUT (II)
Every instinct screams at me to leave.Every fantasy I’ve never admitted to anyone – not Connor, not my friends, not even my own diary – screams at me to stay.I’ve imagined this. Late at night, fingers between my legs, biting my pillow so my roommate wouldn’t hear. Being taken. Being used. Being passed around by men who saw me as nothing but a set of holes to fill.It was supposed to stay a fantasy.Blake waits. They all wait.Connor watches me with something like horror dawning on his face – like he’s just now realizing that he might have miscalculated. That his girlfriend isn’t going to fall apart. That she’s standing here, soaking wet, actually considering it.I reach for the first button of my sundress.“That’s my girl,” Blake murmurs.“I’m not your girl.” I undo the second button. The third. “I’m not anyone’s girl.”“Not yet.” He smiles – slow, predatory, hungry. “Give us the night.”The dress falls.I’m standing in nothing but my pink lace panties in front of five strangers and
DIRTY DREAMS (AN EROTICA COLLECTION) STORY 2 - BECOMING THE FRAT’S LIVE IN SLUT (I)
I hate surprises.Connor knows this. He’s known it for the entire eight months we’ve been dating – through my birthday disaster, through the “romantic” weekend that turned out to be his mom’s lake house with his entire family, through every single time he thought spontaneity was cute instead of fucking annoying.So when he texts me dress cute, frat house tonight, date night with zero other details, I should know better.But I’m a goddamn idiot, apparently.I wear the sundress. The white one with the tiny buttons down the front that he likes to undo with his teeth when he’s feeling frisky. No bra because it doesn’t need one and because I’m hoping we sneak off to his room later. Matching panties – pale pink, lacy, the ones that make him groan.Eight months of Connor Miller and I’ve learned to weaponize pretty underwear.The Kappa Sigma house sits at the end of Greek Row like a threat. It’s the biggest one, the oldest one, the one every freshman girl whispers about at orientation. Don’t
DIRTY DREAMS (AN EROTICA COLLECTION) STORY 1 - NIGHTTIME WITH MY STEPBROTHER AND HIS FRIENDS (V)
The room is quiet except for our breathing.His. Mine. The others watching from the shadows.“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Ethan says, and his voice is different than the others. Rougher. More desperate. More broken. “You have no idea. Ever since you moved in. Ever since I first saw you. I’ve been thinking about this. Dreaming about it. Touching myself imagining exactly this.”He positions his cock at my entrance.“Every night you’re under this roof, I lie awake thinking about you,” he continues, pressing forward slowly. “Thinking about sneaking into your room. Finding you asleep. Doing this.”He pushes inside.And I finally understand what the others meant when they called me tight.Ethan is big. The biggest of all of them. Thick and long and stretching me so wide I feel tears prick my closed eyes. He sinks into me slowly, relentlessly, until every inch of his cock is buried in my cum-filled cunt."Fuck,” he breathes. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this. How many times
DIRTY DREAMS (AN EROTICA COLLECTION) STORY 1 - NIGHTTIME WITH MY STEPBROTHER AND HIS FRIENDS (IV)
They 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 thrust
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