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The cool air that enveloped my body smelt of a light warm cinnamon. Each display stand or cabinet was clearly displayed and labelled, lubes, whips, chains, vibratory and butt plugs were just a few signs that caught my eye and aroused my pleasure. On the wall a thin plasma screen hung which was silently playing a DVD. The film featured a young woman gobbling on a large cock whilst having her ass hole pounded. A huge grin ran across her face as she sucked the cock. The man withdrew to release an extraordinarily large load across the

I cried out, lying on my bed alone in my bedroom. I had been given an invitation card to a night house party, I am actually a party person, but I plan to sit this one out. Almost every youth in town would be at the party and most of them knows about my issues with my best friend, only they didn’t know about her being a whore that slept with her best friend’s boyfriend. I never told anyone what she did, not even my roommate. I just said nothing about it whenever they asked.

The morning after our all-night fuck-fest, I woke up sore in the best possible way. My pussy throbbed deliciously, swollen and sticky with Alex’s dried cum. He had slipped out of my room just before dawn, leaving only a quick, filthy kiss and a whispered promise: “Today’s going to be fun, baby.”

Be honest, what’s the worst, filthiest thing you’ve ever done for money? I’ll give you a minute to think about that. Think very closely… Great, now I’ll tell you what mine is… sex. Filthy dirty sex where I was used like a whore and worse; it wasn’t even by a man. It was a woman. A powerful, rich woman who turned out to be exactly the kind of dirty fantasy my body had been craving for years.

Then, more bluntly, he added, “Ethan’s a complete fool if he has someone as sexy and beautiful as you and still hasn’t done anything about it.” I blinked, a rush of embarrassment mixing with unexpected pleasure at his words. “What in the world are you saying, Damien?” I laughed nervously, trying to brush it off. He shrugged casually, but his gaze lingered on me a beat too long. “Just telling the truth. You’re gorgeous, Lila. Any guy would be lucky.” I quickly changed the subject, my pulse racing. “Whatever. Truth or Dare?” “Dare.” A bold idea sparked. I smirked, leaning in a little. “You mentioned there’s only one girl you want to lose your virginity to. I dare you to tell me exactly who she

Roman says. I throw the sheet back off of me, revealing my still naked body. I spread my legs and offer my hole to Roman. He looks at me. "I am not trying to get killed today," Roman says. "So I am off limits without the boss?" I ask him. The upstairs door opens, and Ezra comes down the steps fast. He rushes over to my bedside. He grabs my arms and pulls me up. My body is on the bed, but my face is in his face. He kisses me hard. "You are a fucking whore, my fucking whore, do you understand?" Ezra asks me. He is furious.

“Your home? After what you did today? You don’t deserve to breathe the same air as us. Dira’s face is all over the internet because of you!” “I didn’t do anything!” My voice cracked with desperation. Tension coiled in my chest, tight enough to snap. “It was staged! Someone is blackmailing—” “Save the lies,” the tall guy cut me off, shoving past me to grab a framed photo of me and Clyde from the shelf. He smashed it against the wall. Glass shattered. “We saw the livestream. You were dragging her, making her beg. Pathetic.” Another intruder—a stocky boy in a varsity jacket—knocked over a chair, then yanked open drawers, scattering papers and Clyde’s school notes across the floor. “This is what

She leaned down and kissed my forehead, then finally turned and left, the door clicking shut softly behind her. Her footsteps faded down the hallway toward the stairs. The closet door flew open almost instantly. Julian stepped out first, eyes blazing with raw, adrenaline-fueled lust. “That was way too fucking close, princess.” He ripped the sheet off my body in one swift motion, exposing my cum-covered skin to the cool air. “Look at you… still leaking everywhere. Such a dirty little secret.” Oliver emerged right behind him, cock rock hard again and already leaking. “Hearing you lie straight to her face while our loads are dripping out of your tight pussy… I’m throbbing, Leena.”

A tear rolled down my eyes as i came one more time, and so did Stacy ,she pulled out of me and unstrapped herself, wiping it with a few wet wipes, and packing it up in her bag before fixing herself up and without a word leaving, the burial ground, I cleaned up myself, before fixing my suit and hair, looking at her tomb stone one more time. "Stacy, I am going …to miss you… So darn much--" breaking down sobbing again. Dragging my now weightless and heavy-burdened self back home. Entering into our little home, our warm cozy mansion, filled with so much love..and laughter and tears ...and sex..good sex..., I walked to the fridge and grabbed a six-pack beer, and one after the other, I drowned the

2Damian. There are things you can unsee. Bad haircuts. A waiter dropping an entire tray of drinks on himself. Your neighbor sunbathing naked when they really shouldn’t. Then there are things you can’t unsee. Lila fell squarely into the second category. I told myself it was nothing. Just a flash of skin, a glimpse of recklessness, a scene I’d happened to walk in on. She was young, impulsive, and probably knew exactly what she was doing. Girls like her thrived on shock value.