Todos los capítulos de RUINED INNOCENCE: 40 Sinful Nights Of Corruption: Capítulo 501 - Capítulo 510

I used to think the worst thing a man could say to me was that I was too much. Too wide. Too soft. Too heavy to want.I was wrong.The worst thing was hearing it while I was already on my knees, my fat ass in the air, spit running down my chin, and three rich older men looking at me like I was a meal they had already paid for.My name is Tessa Ward. Twenty-three. Size twenty-two on a good day, twenty-four when I stop pretending the scale is broken. Thick thighs that rub when I walk. A belly that folds over my waistband. Heavy tits that sag without a bra. An ass so big it eats the back of every pair of jeans I own. I know exactly what I look like. I’ve been told since I was sixteen.Two weeks ago my boyfriend of three years fucked my roommate on our couch and then told me, while she was still wiping his cum off her stomach, that no real man would ever choose a fat girl when he could have someone who didn’t jiggle. He packed his shit and left. I packed mine the next morning and took the

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

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

Their 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 woke up with his cum dried on my inner thigh and my door standing open like an invitation I hadn’t meant to send.The lake house was quiet except for the tick of heat in the vents and the lake hitting ice somewhere below the windows. I was twenty-four years old, naked in my stepfather’s guest room, legs still loose from how I’d fallen asleep because he’d told me to keep them that way. When I sat up, the dried mess pulled at my skin. I didn’t wash it off.The hallway runner was rough under my knees.I crawled because walking felt like cheating. My tits hung and swayed. My ass was cold. By the time I reached the kitchen tile my nipples were tight and my mouth was already open.Alexander stood at the stove in black sweatpants and nothing else. Coffee. Bacon. The same body that used to stay on the other side of a marriage. He didn’t turn around until I was at his feet.“Good,” he said. “Hands behind your back. Tongue out.”I locked my wrists and stuck my tongue out. He pushed the waistb