LOGINTheir bed was bigger than the room I used to sleep in.I crawled into the middle of it naked because that was the rule, plug still seated, thighs streaked, face tight with what Roman had left on my mouth. The sheets were cold for three seconds. Then the mattress dipped in three places and the cold was gone.Vincent took my mouth first.He didn’t kiss me. He held my jaw and pushed his cock over my tongue until my lips stretched around the base and my nose was in him. I drooled immediately. He used my throat in unhurried strokes while Roman hooked my knee up and pulled the plug out with a wet, ugly sound.What had been trapped came with it. Warm. Thick. It ran down onto the sheet between my legs.“Messy,” Roman said, and shoved two fingers back into my ass to feel it. “She’s been walking around all night holding Daddy’s load like a good fat toilet.”Elias lay down along my other side and palmed my tit, rolling the heavy flesh, pinching the nipple until I whimpered around Vincent. Then h
I burned the edges of the roast because I was trying not to drip on the flame.The plug sat heavy in my ass. Every time I reached for salt, my cheeks clenched and a warm line of Vincent’s cum tried to escape around the base. Oil still shone in the crease under my tits. My dress was a joke — bunched, stained, riding up the fat of my ass if I so much as breathed wrong. Bare feet on cold tile. Nipples stiff from being out in the kitchen air for hours.At seven I carried plates into the dining room like that.Vincent at the head. Elias to his right. Roman already smiling like he’d placed a bet on how long I would last. I set the food down. My tits hung over the china. A drop of whatever was still leaking from me hit the hardwood by Roman’s chair.He caught it on two fingers, held them up, and put them in my mouth.“Clean it. Then pour the wine.”I sucked his fingers. I poured. My hands shook and the bottle kissed the rim of Elias’s glass too hard. No one commented. They ate. I stood to th
The plug made me walk like I had a secret I couldn’t hide.Every step down the back stairs shoved it deeper. My ass clenched around the thick base and a slow, filthy trickle of Vincent’s cum escaped anyway, sliding down the crack and onto the fat of my inner thigh. The uniform dress was too short. If I bent even a little, anyone behind me would see the plug and the mess.I folded sheets in the laundry room with my legs pressed together and still felt it leak.The same maid from upstairs came in with a basket. She stopped when she saw me. I kept folding. My nipples were two hard points against the cotton. There was dried cum at my hairline I hadn’t been allowed to wash.She whispered, “They’re going to destroy you.”“They already are,” I said, and my voice came out hoarse and used. “Don’t touch me.”She left the basket and fled.I was still folding when Roman filled the doorway.He didn’t speak. He hooked two fingers in the neckline of my dress, yanked it down until both tits spilled o
The upstairs hallway felt longer when I was naked.My tits moved with every step. My ass clapped softly against itself. Dried breakfast mess and fresh slick painted the insides of my thighs. I carried the laundry basket against my belly like it could hide anything. It couldn’t. A maid froze at the linen closet when she saw me. Young. Thin. The kind of body men were supposed to want.She stared at the bite marks on my hip and the dried white on my chest.“I belong to the three men in this house,” I said, because Vincent had told me to. My voice didn’t sound like mine. “They can look. They don’t touch.”She backed up so fast she hit the shelf. I kept walking.The master sheets came off in a heap that smelled like expensive soap and last night’s sweat. I stripped the bed on my hands and knees because my body didn’t bend the way thin girls’ bodies did. My belly hung. My cunt was still open from breakfast. When I reached across the mattress, I felt myself drip onto the clean mattress pad a
I woke up smelling like them.Dried cum pulled tight across my tits when I sat up. It had cracked white in the crease under my left breast and flaked onto the sheet when I moved. Between my thighs it was worse — Vincent’s load had leaked while I slept and dried sticky along the fat of my inner thigh, a crusted trail from my cunt to halfway down to my knee. My face still felt tight where Roman had finished on it. I didn’t wash any of it off.Vincent had told me not to.The staff kitchen was already warm when I got there at six. I put on the same short uniform dress from last night because it was the only clean one I had that still fit over my ass. No panties. No bra. My tits sat heavy and bare under the fabric, nipples dragging against cheap cotton every time I reached for a pan. The dried mess on my chest made the front of the dress stick in places.I cooked.Eggs. Bacon. Toast. Coffee strong enough to strip paint. My hands shook once when I cracked an egg and I had to stop and breath
Vincent’s fingers curled and found that spot that made my vision white out. I moaned around Roman’s cock and drooled more. Roman cursed and shoved deeper, holding me there while I choked.“She’s going to come on your hand,” Roman said. “Look at her. Fat little whore can’t even hold it.”Vincent didn’t stop. He rubbed that spot and slapped my ass with his other hand in the same rhythm. The slaps landed on already-red skin. My whole ass bounced. My belly swung. I came hard, clenching around his fingers, a gush of wetness running down my thighs onto the floor. I made a broken sound around the cock in my throat.They didn’t give me time to recover.Vincent pulled his fingers out and wiped them on my ass cheek. Then I heard his belt. The sound of a zipper. The blunt, hot head of his cock lined up with my still-twitching cunt.“Stay exactly like that,” he said. “If you fall, we start over.”He pushed in.It was thicker than his fingers. My cunt stretched around it with a wet, greedy sound.
Lila stumbled back into the venue, rain-soaked and trembling. The thin yellow sundress clung to her curvy body like a second skin, outlining every heavy swell of her breasts and the flare of her wide hips. The vibrator inside her virgin pussy buzzed mercilessly, intensifying with every step she too
Lila woke up with a gasp, her body still humming from the shameful secret she had committed in the kitchen the night before. Sunlight filtered through her curtains, but the pink vibrator hidden under her pillow felt like it was burning a hole through her thoughts.Her phone buzzed on the nightstand
The heavy click of the front door locking echoed through the massive mansion like a gunshot in the silence.Lila stood frozen in the kitchen, her heart hammering so violently she could feel it in her throat. Damien was gone. Really gone. The house felt emptier than ever, yet somehow more dangerous.
Lila lay in Damien’s arms for only a few blissful, terrifying seconds before reality crashed over her like ice water. What have I done?The taste of her own arousal still lingered on her lips from his kiss. Her thighs were sticky, her pussy still throbbing from the most intense pleasure she had eve







