บททั้งหมดของ Stepbrother's Filthy Toy (An Erotica Collection): บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

ARIAThe contract was only three pages, but it felt like signing my soul away.I sat naked on a metal chair in the warehouse the next evening, fresh brand still throbbing on my lower belly. My thighs were sticky from the quick load Jax had dumped inside me before the meeting. Vesper slid the papers across the table while the cameras rolled.“Read it out loud,” she said.I swallowed and started reading, voice shaky.“I, Aria… hereby give myself completely to the Collective. My body, my holes, my image, my future. I consent to permanent markings, public use, gangbangs, breeding play, and any degradation they choose. No safe word. No escape clause. I am their branded cum queen from now on…”My voice cracked on the last line. Kai’s hand rested on my shoulder, thumb brushing the fresh brand. The pain flared, making me wetter.“Sign it,” Marcus ordered.I did. Hand trembling, but I signed. The pen felt heavier than the collar around my neck.“Good girl.” Vesper took the papers and smiled. “

The bass from the main stage thumped through my bare feet as I pushed through the crowd. Body paint was the only thing covering me. Thin streaks of black and silver swirled over my tits, down my stomach, and between my thighs, barely hiding my nipples and the smooth lips of my pussy. One wrong move and it would smear. I wanted that.Sweat already made the paint glisten under the festival lights. People stared. Some laughed nervously. Others stared longer, eyes wide. I loved it.I spotted them near the edge of the crowd. Four guys, early twenties, passing a joint and laughing too loud. Shirtless, covered in dust and glow paint. Perfect.I walked straight up, hips rolling with the music. The silver paint over my pussy caught the lights."Hey," I said, voice low but clear. "You boys looking for something fun?"The tallest one, messy brown hair and a shark tattoo on his ribs, looked me up and down slow. "The fuck? You lost or something?"I stepped closer, close enough that my painted tit

The crowd near the late-night stage was thicker. Sweaty bodies pressed together under pulsing purple lights. I walked through them like I owned the place, cum still dripping down my inner thighs, paint almost completely gone now except for streaks across my tits and stomach.Eight guys this time. I found them posted up by a food truck, loud and drunk on cheap festival beer.I didn’t even hesitate.“Hey. All of you.” I stepped right into their circle, naked and leaking. “I’ve already taken six loads tonight. I want eight more. Right now.”A tall guy with dreads laughed like it was a joke. “The fuck did you just say?”I grabbed his hand and pressed it between my legs. His fingers slid through the mess of cum easily.“Feel that? That’s what eight guys just left inside me. I need more. Who’s first?”The group went quiet for a second. Then they moved.They pulled me behind the row of porta-potties, where the light was dimmer but the risk was still high. Anyone walking past the gap could se

The private tent was smaller, hotter, and way more dangerous.Only about fifteen people inside, but every single one of them looked ready to break me. No phones allowed this time. Just bodies, toys, and whatever they could find.I walked in still leaking from the night before, legs shaky, fresh cum from a quick load in the walk over dripping down my thighs.A tall guy with a shaved head and piercings met me first. “You’re the painted cum queen they’ve been talking about.”I didn’t answer with words. I just dropped to my knees in the center of the tent and opened my mouth.They swarmed me.It started with a blowbang. Seven cocks at once. I sucked, jerked, and gagged my way through them, spit running everywhere. They took turns fucking my face while others slapped their cocks on my cheeks and tits.Then they moved me to a low padded table.“Spread her.”Hands grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs wide open. Someone shoved a thick, ridged festival glow stick deep into my ass while another

ESTHERI was losing myself.By the fourth day in the loft, I barely recognized the girl staring back at me in the bathroom mirror. My lips were swollen from constant kissing. Faint marks decorated my neck and inner thighs. My body ached in the most delicious way, but it was my heart that scared me the most. It beat differently now. Faster whenever one of them looked at me. Softer when they touched me like I was something breakable and precious.I stepped out of the bathroom wearing nothing but one of Asher’s oversized shirts. The three of them were waiting in the living room like predators trying to play civilized.Asher spotted me first. His eyes darkened the second they landed on my bare legs. “Come here, princess.”I walked over slowly. Finn pulled me onto his lap immediately, arranging me so my back rested against his chest. His hand slipped under the shirt and cupped my breast possessively, thumb brushing my nipple.“Missed you,” he murmured against my neck. “Even though you were