LOGINARIA
Jax finally shoved the rest of the way in.
I cried out against Vesper's thigh, the sound muffled as my pussy stretched around his thick cock. He bottomed out hard, hips slapping against me, balls pressed tight to my ass. The pressure was insane—too full, too deep, perfect. My walls fluttered and clenched like they were trying to pull him even further inside.
"Fuck, she's sucking me in," Jax groaned, holding still for a second so I could feel every inch. His fingers dug into my hips, keeping me pinned while the new footsteps got closer.
I tried to turn my head to see who else had walked in, but Vesper grabbed my jaw and forced my eyes back to the cameras. "Don't worry about them yet. Focus on how full your greedy cunt feels."
Jax pulled back slow, almost all the way out, then slammed in again. The wet smack of skin on skin filled the warehouse. I arched hard, tits bouncing with each thrust. Marcus and Kai still held my legs wide open, spreading me obscenely for the lenses.
"Look at that pretty pink hole taking him," one of the newcomers said. Male voice, rough. I caught a glimpse—taller guy with a shaved head, mask on, already palming himself through his pants. Another woman stood beside him, petite but radiating the same cold control as Vesper.
"Her name's Lila," Vesper told me, grinding her wet pussy against my mouth again. "She's going to help train that tight little ass tonight."
I moaned around her folds, tongue working faster because Jax started pounding me in earnest. Hard, deep strokes that made my eyes roll back. Every thrust dragged against that spot inside me, sending sparks up my spine. My juices coated his cock, dripping down to my asshole where someone's fingers—Kai's, I think—kept teasing, circling, pressing in just a little.
"She's dripping everywhere," Kai muttered. "Such a messy slut already."
I hated how much I loved it. The words. The eyes. The way they talked about me like I was just holes for them to use. My clit throbbed untouched, begging. I tried to reach down but Marcus slapped my hand away.
"No touching. You cum from cock or you don't cum at all."
Jax fucked me harder, changing angle until I was babbling nonsense into Vesper's pussy. "Yes—fuck—harder, please—"
Vesper lifted off my face just enough for me to breathe. Spit and her cum glistened on my chin. "Tell them who you are now."
"Your cumslut," I gasped between moans. Jax's cock hit so deep it hurt in the best way. "Your public whore. Use me—"
Lila stepped closer. She had a small black bag in her hand. She pulled out a thick metal plug, shiny and intimidating. "Start stretching her."
Jax didn't slow down. He kept railing me, hips snapping, while Kai took the plug and pressed the cold tip against my asshole. I tensed.
"Relax," Kai ordered, voice low. He worked it in slow, twisting, while Jax's cock kept my pussy stuffed full. The dual pressure made me shake. The plug popped past the tight ring and settled deep. I whimpered, clenching around both intrusions.
"Fuck, I can feel it pressing against me," Jax growled. He pulled out suddenly, leaving my pussy gaping and empty for the cameras. I cried out at the loss, hips chasing him.
"Don't worry, baby. We're just getting started."
They flipped me over onto all fours on the bench. My tits hung heavy, nipples brushing the padded surface. Jax lined up behind me again and thrust back in with one brutal stroke. The new angle made the plug shift inside me, sending sparks everywhere.
Vesper knelt in front of me, lifting her skirt again. "Back to work."
I buried my face between her thighs, licking and sucking while Jax fucked me from behind like an animal. His balls slapped my clit with every thrust. The plug made everything tighter, more intense. I was drooling on Vesper's pussy, moaning nonstop.
Lila's hands roamed my back, then lower. She slapped my ass hard, the sting blooming hot. "Arch more. Show the viewers how much you love being stuffed."
I did, pushing back onto Jax's cock. He grabbed my hair, yanking my head up from Vesper's cunt so the cameras could see my face—flushed, ruined, eyes glassy with lust.
"Say it for the stream," he demanded, slowing his thrusts to deep grinds.
"I'm... I'm your cum queen," I panted. "I want everyone to watch me get destroyed."
The new guy—Shaved Head—stroked his cock openly now. Thick, veined, already leaking. "She's perfect."
Vesper pushed my face back down and I ate her with renewed hunger. Jax reached around and finally gave my clit some attention, rubbing tight circles. The orgasm hit me like a truck. I screamed into Vesper's pussy, body locking up, pussy spasming hard around Jax's cock. He groaned but didn't stop, fucking me through it, drawing it out until I was shaking and oversensitive.
"Good girl," Marcus praised, voice almost soft. He stroked my hair while I trembled. "First of many."
Jax pulled out again, cock shiny with my cum. He slapped it against my ass, then pushed the plug in and out a few times, teasing my stretched hole. I whimpered, pushing back shamelessly.
"More," I whispered. "I need more cock."
Lila laughed. "Hear that? She's already addicted."
They didn't give me time to recover. Vesper lay back on a wider platform nearby and pulled me on top of her in a sixty-nine. Her tongue attacked my clit immediately while the plug was still buried in my ass. I moaned and dove back into her pussy, sucking her clit hard.
Behind me, Jax pushed back into my cunt. The position made everything tighter. Vesper licked around where his cock stretched me, her tongue flicking my clit and his shaft at the same time. I was losing my mind.
Kai moved in front of Vesper's face—no, in front of mine. He fed his cock into my mouth while I was still licking her. I gagged a little but took him, hollowing my cheeks, bobbing as best I could while Jax railed me.
"Such a good little cocksucker," Kai murmured, thrusting shallow into my throat. Tears streamed down my face but I didn't pull away. I wanted this. Needed the filth.
Marcus and the new guy stroked themselves, watching, occasionally slapping my ass or pinching my swinging tits. The whole scene felt like a fever dream—bodies, hands, cocks, cameras everywhere recording my descent.
Jax's pace grew erratic. "Fuck, I'm close."
"Cum on her back first," Vesper ordered from beneath me. "Mark her."
He pulled out with a wet pop and I felt hot ropes of cum splash across my lower back and ass. Some dripped down over the plug. I moaned around Kai's cock, the taste of precum on my tongue.
But they weren't done. Lila removed the plug slowly, making me gasp at the empty feeling. Then she pressed something bigger against my ass—her fingers first, then what felt like a thicker toy. She worked it in while Jax caught his breath.
"Take it," Lila cooed. "Your holes belong to us now."
The toy stretched my ass wider than the plug. I pushed back, craving the burn. Vesper sucked my clit harder, pushing me toward another orgasm.
Kai pulled out of my mouth and painted my face with his load—thick streaks across my cheeks and lips. I licked what I could reach, eyes half-lidded for the cameras.
"Beautiful," the new guy said. He stepped closer, rubbing his cockhead against my cum-streaked face. "My turn in that pussy."
They moved me again. This time I was on my back on the edge of the platform, legs held wide by Marcus and Shaved Head. Lila straddled my face now, her smaller pussy tasting different—sharper, addictive. I licked her eagerly while the new guy pushed into my cunt in one long stroke.
He was thicker than Jax. I groaned into Lila's folds as he bottomed out. He didn't go slow. He fucked me with short, powerful thrusts that made my whole body jolt.
Vesper and Kai watched from the side, whispering to each other. Planning. Always planning.
"Harder," I begged, voice muffled. "Ruin me."
He did. Pounding so deep I saw stars. Lila ground down on my tongue, chasing her own pleasure. My second orgasm crashed over me without warning, pussy gushing around the thick cock inside me. He kept going, using my spasms to chase his own release.
He pulled out at the last second and added his load to the mess on my stomach and tits.
I lay there panting, covered in cum, holes aching, body buzzing. But the night wasn't over.
Vesper leaned over me, wiping a streak of cum from my cheek with her thumb and feeding it to me. I sucked it clean obediently.
"You're doing so well, little queen," she murmured. "But we haven't even brought out the real toys yet. Tomorrow we take you public for the first time. A short walk in the park with a remote vibe buried deep and a collar around that pretty neck. Live stream, of course."
My stomach flipped with a mix of fear and dark excitement. Public. Real risk. No going back.
Jax crouched beside me, tracing one of the drying cum streaks on my skin. "And after that... the branding starts. Our mark. Right here." His finger pressed low on my lower belly, just above my mound.
I shivered. Part of me wanted to run. The bigger part—the one currently throbbing and leaking—wanted to beg for it right now.
Lila smiled down at me, fingers lightly circling my oversensitive clit. "Ready for round three, or are you going to tap out already?"
I met her eyes, voice hoarse but steady. "I want more."
The cameras kept rolling as they pulled me up again. My legs shook. Cum dripped down my thighs. But when Marcus pushed me to my knees in front of all of them, cocks hardening once more, I opened my mouth without being told.
This was only the beginning, and the hook in my chest told me I was already caught. No escape. Just deeper, filthier, endless descent.
And fuck... I couldn't wait for tomorrow's walk.
SARAH.I froze with my fingers still buried inside me.The bedroom door was open just enough for the hallway light to spill across my bed. Dad — no, *Michael* — stood there in the doorway, one hand still on the knob, staring.My legs were spread wide under the covers that had slipped down to my waist. My tank top was pushed up over my tits. Two fingers deep in my soaked pussy. And his name had just slipped out of my mouth like a moan.“Michael…”He didn’t move at first. Just watched me with those dark eyes, jaw tight. The silence stretched so long I thought I might die from it.Then he stepped inside and closed the door behind him with a soft click.“Keep going,” he said quietly.My heart slammed against my ribs. “W-what?”“You heard me.” He crossed his arms, leaning against the door. “Finish what you started, baby girl. And say my name while you do it.”My cheeks burned. Shame and heat twisted together low in my stomach. I should have stopped. I should have pulled the covers up and p
MIAElias shoved me against the studio door the second Victor started talking outside. Naked. Paint still streaked across my skin. His cock slid into me slow and deep while his hand covered my mouth. The wood rattled lightly with every thrust."Cum quietly for me, my love," he whispered against my ear. "Then we’ll face them together."I nodded, biting his palm to stay silent. Victor kept talking through the door, voice sharp and smug. "Open up, Elias. The photos are already with your parents. Stepsister pussy on every canvas. Nice legacy."Elias thrust deeper, grinding against me. His free hand gripped my hip, holding me in place while he moved. "Ignore him," he breathed. "Focus on my cock. On us."My pussy clenched around him. The danger right outside made everything sharper. I pushed back, taking him to the hilt. He groaned low in his throat but kept the rhythm controlled. Slow. Deep. Paint smeared on the door where my tits pressed.Victor banged again. "This could ruin you both. Un
MIAI shoved the notebook at his chest and climbed on top of him right there on the paint-covered canvas. Still naked. Still sticky from the shower that never finished. I straddled his hips, grabbed his cock, and sank down in one slow push until he filled me completely."You’ve wanted to ruin your stepsister for years," I said, rolling my hips once, hard. "Now do it properly."Elias groaned, hands flying to my waist. Paint squelched under us. "Mia, wait. Let me explain.""No." I rocked faster, using the smears of color between us as lube. The slide got filthy quick. "You bought my pieces. All those anonymous bids at the student shows. Then you pushed for this whole inheritance trap. Say it."He sat up, arms wrapping around my back, mouth latching onto my nipple. Sucked hard while I rode him. "Yeah. I bought them. Every one." His teeth grazed me and I clenched around his cock. "Couldn’t stand the idea of strangers owning pieces of you. Needed them. Needed you here."I slapped his shoul
MIAElias had me bent over the balcony railing, naked except for the streaks of paint still drying on my skin. City lights flickered below while the wind whipped across my tits and belly. He thrust into me hard from behind, one hand fisted in my hair, the other clamped over my mouth."Let them watch," he growled against my ear. "How beautifully your stepbrother claims you."I moaned into his palm, the sound muffled. My pussy clenched around him with every deep stroke. The railing dug into my hips but I pushed back anyway, chasing the stretch. Paint smeared between us, blue and crimson transferring onto his chest and arms. Anyone with binoculars in the building across the street might see. The thought made me drip more."Quiet," he warned, but his hips snapped harder. "Or do you want them to hear how my little sister sounds when she takes my cock?"I shook my head but my body betrayed me, legs spreading wider. He reached around and rubbed my clit, fingers slippery with paint and my wet
MIAElias had me bent over the big work table, tits pressed into old paint smears while he fucked me slow from behind. His cock dragged in and out, deep and lazy, like he had hours to ruin me. One hand covered mine on the brush, guiding thick strokes of indigo across the fresh canvas."Keep painting," he murmured against my neck. "Every stroke of your brush matches my cock inside you."I tried. The brush shook in my grip. Blue bled across the white in messy arcs that matched the way my hips pushed back. "Elias... I can't focus when you're...""You can." He thrust a little deeper, grinding. "This is the rule now. Naked in the studio. Always. Clothes kill the truth."I laughed, breathless, and it turned into a moan when he hit that spot again. Paint streaked my thighs from earlier. My body already carried his handprints in red and gold. "You're making up rules as we go.""Damn right." He let go of my hand and gripped my hips instead, pulling me back onto him. "Truth looks better on your
MIAI lay spread open on the massive canvas, back arched against the cool, paint-smeared surface. Elias knelt between my thighs, his thick cock pushing into me inch by inch. Red and gold streaks covered my tits, my stomach, my hips. His hands gripped my knees, holding me wide while he watched my face."Breathe for me," he said, voice low and rough. "Little sis. Let your stepbrother paint your first orgasm."I gasped as he sank deeper. The stretch burned, full and overwhelming. Virgin. Now not. Paint smeared under my palms as I clutched the edges of the canvas. "Elias, it's... too much.""Not too much." He leaned down, mouth closing around my nipple, sucking the paint off while he thrust slow. "You're taking me so well. This tight little pussy was made for this."My legs trembled around him. The loft smelled like oil paints and sweat and us. Sunlight cut across the floor through the high windows. I rocked up to meet him without thinking, a broken sound slipping out of me.He groaned ag







