DIRTY DREAMS (AN EROTICA COLLECTION) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

“We want to fuck you,” Dominic says bluntly. “All three of us. Right here, right now. Use every hole you have. Make you scream so loud the whole neighbourhood hears you. Leave you so fucked out you won’t be able to walk straight for a week.”My breath catches.“And then,” he continues, “we want to come back tomorrow. And the next day. And the next. Because we’ve been waiting for someone like you to move in. Someone who looks at us the way you’ve been looking. Someone who wants it as badly as we do.”“I don’t – I wasn’t – ”“You were.” He steps even closer, caging me against the counter with his arms. “You’ve been eye-fucking us since we walked across your lawn. Your nipples have been hard for an hour. And I’d bet my life that if I slid my hand into those little shorts right now, you’d be dripping.”He’s right.God help me, he’s right.“If you want us to leave,” he says, voice dropping to a murmur, “say the word. We’ll walk out that door and never mention this again. No hard feelings.”

They drag me across the floor to a stack of moving boxes – the ones labelled BEDROOM, ironically – and bend me over them. The cardboard creaks under my weight, threatens to collapse, but no one cares.“Found something.” Marcus holds up a black permanent marker he dug out of one of my boxes. “Let’s give her a proper housewarming gift.”“Ooh.” Dominic doesn’t stop fucking me. “Do it.”I feel the cold tip of the marker touch my lower back. Start to move.“What are you – ”“Shh.” Cole appears beside my head, pets my hair like I’m a good dog. “Just relax. We’re welcoming you to the neighbourhood.”The marker traces letters across my skin. I can’t see what – can only feel each stroke while Dominic keeps pounding me, while my pussy clenches around him, while I moan and shake and take whatever they want to give me.“Perfect,” Marcus says when he’s done.“What does it say?”“You’ll find out.”Dominic slams deep and cums – I feel him pulse inside me, adding his load to Marcus’s, filling me even

They don’t bother with zippers.The younger guard grabs my dress and rips. The fabric tears away from my body, leaving me completely naked except for my heels.Three men in uniform, surrounding me. Staring at my body with undisguised hunger.“Hands on the wall,” the leader orders. “Spread your legs.”I comply. Palms flat against the concrete, legs spread wide, ass out, everything exposed.“Search her properly this time.”Hands. Everywhere.The younger guard cups my breasts from behind, kneading roughly, pinching my nipples until I whimper. The big one runs his hands down my sides, over my hips, gripping my ass hard enough to leave bruises.The leader stands in front of me, watching.“Check between her legs,” he instructs. “Make sure she’s not hiding anything.”The younger guard’s hand slides between my thighs. His fingers find my pussy – spread my lips wide – and I feel his breath against my ear.“She’s drenched. Absolutely soaking.” He pushes two fingers inside, and I moan despite my

I feel him pulse inside my ass. Feel the heat of his release filling me. Feel my body accept what he’s giving, have no choice but to take it.When he pulls out, cum drips from my ass onto the concrete floor.They flip me over.Onto my back on the cold floor, legs spread, every hole dripping. The scarred one is hard again – stroking himself, looking down at me with cruel satisfaction.“You know what I haven’t done yet?” He kneels between my spread legs. “Felt that sloppy cunt for myself.”He shoves inside without warning.I’m so wet, so full of cum already, that he slides in easily. He starts fucking me immediately – hard, fast strokes that make my whole body rock against the concrete.“That’s it.” He grabs my throat, squeezes. “Take it. Take everything I give you.”The bald one moves to my head. Grabs my hair, turns my face toward him. His cock – hard again, slick with my juices – pushes past my lips.The wiry one straddles my chest. Pushes my tits together around his cock and starts

The altar is cold beneath my bare back.White silk against painted skin. Candles flickering in the darkness. The weight of three hundred pairs of eyes pressing down on me like a physical force.I lie here – spread open, anointed, waiting – and think about how I got here.Three days ago, I was just another member of the community. Working the gardens. Meditating at dawn. Living the quiet, purposeful life I’d found when I fled my hollow existence in the city eighteen months ago.Then Elder Sarah spoke my name after evening meal, and everything changed.“You have been selected for the Sacred Ceremony.”The preparation was intense. Day one: ritual baths that stripped away everything I was before. Rough cloths scrubbing every inch of my body while elder women chanted blessings over my skin. Fingers washing between my legs with clinical reverence, cleansing my pussy for what was to come.Day two: the fasting, the meditation, the painters who covered my torso in sacred symbols – spiralling l