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Lena's heart raced as she realized the night was about to get much filthier. The first two new guys arrived in under ten minutes. They walked in and stopped dead at the sight of the naked, cum soaked woman on the floor. "Holy shit," one of them said, already pulling his shorts down. "You guys were not lying." Lena smiled weakly and spread her legs wider. "Come use me. All of you."

Sleep shorts and panties were tugged down next—kicked into the shadows. Naked now, skin on skin, they pressed together—breasts flattening against each other, nipples brushing, sending sparks straight to their cores. Harper’s hand slid between Mia’s thighs—found her already soaked—two fingers gliding through slick folds, circling her clit in slow, teasing strokes. Mia bit her lip hard—trying not to moan. “Inside,” she whispered. “Please.” Harper pushed two fingers in—slow, deep—curling them upward to stroke that spongy spot. Mia’s hips bucked; her breath hitched. Harper added a third—stretching her—pumping steadily while her thumb rubbed tight circles on Mia’s clit.

“I have my moments.” We talk about everything except football—travel horror stories, worst interviews we’ve done (theirs are better than mine), the general absurdity of adult life. Harper tells a story about accidentally interviewing the wrong athlete at the Olympics—fifteen minutes in before anyone realized. Sloane talks about the time she got stuck in an airport for three days covering a story that fell through. I tell them about the teammate who thought “per diem” was a type of pasta. It’s easy. Natural. The kind of conversation that makes hours feel like minutes.

I hated how wet I already was. “Fuck you,” I hissed, trying to keep my glare steady even as my hips started rolling on their own. “I still hate your guts.” Every grind made my shorts press tighter against my soaked panties. I could feel my juices starting to soak through, making the fabric slippery against his boxers. My clit throbbed with each pass and my breathing got faster. Kai laughed under his breath and tightened his grip, guiding me harder. “Look at you. Already creaming your shorts just from rubbing on your stepbrother’s cock. Bet that tight virgin hole is dripping down your thighs right now.”

Then he stood up, breathing hard. Then I also got up quickly, my legs were kind of shaky, but I didn’t even care and cum still leaking from my pussy and ass together. I rushed to the bathroom, cleaned my body with the fresh water directly from the shower as fast as I could, and came back out in under three minutes. The stranger raised an eyebrow. “That was so fast and quick. Why does it look like you are in so much rush?” “I just have to get back early,” I said with a sly smile.

Well, I know I’ve been long in setting up my little story here, but this is where our story gets interesting. After one of those aforementioned “hard days of work,” I went to the local watering hole with my best friend Stacy. We had always been close; we roomed together in college, and now we’re both personal trainers, so she felt my plight when it came to nights like this. I was throwing back wines like it was going out of style which always seemed to be occurring on half-price wine Wednesdays while listening to Stacy tell some of her racy and risqué stories of conquest. Stacy had taken to catering to the good-looking sector of our clientele and had taken to seducing them. She noted how “it

His massive 11-inch cock pressed against my entrance again. “Your pussy is so small and your ass is tiny like meat pie,” he whispered darkly, thrusting into me in one slow, brutal stroke. I gasped, back arching as he stretched my tight walls. “I feel like spanking your ass and pussy until they’re red and swollen.”

Sofia Reyes killed the engine of her rented Jeep outside the dusty warehouse on the edge of the port city, notebook crammed in her back pocket, camera slung across her chest. Six months chasing this story had taken her from quiet mountain roads to flashy nightclubs to lonely beach towns. Women vanishing. No bodies. No clear pattern at first. But the deeper she dug, the clearer it got and all of them had been restless, bored, aching for something sharper than their safe little lives.

Anna's POV The next day felt endless. Every small movement in my chair sent a reminder throbbing through my core. It was still tender, a little swollen, but that only made the constant low hum of arousal worse. I kept squeezing my thighs together under the desk, trying to relieve the pressure but it only made me wetter. By third period I was squirming, my panties clinging uncomfortably to my slick folds. It was a torture to wait until after school. When the second final bell rang, I grabbed my bag and hurried toward the unfinished building, my heart hammering against my ribs.

Focus on breathing in and out, slowly. Me: I'm trying. You yelling at me is not helping. Malloree: Oh for fucks sake. Isn't there some hot guy there to drool over instead of freaking out about the plane crashing? Me: Fuck you :) I love her but this shit is not helping. She manages to change the subject to her latest conquest before telling me she can't wait to hear how my latest travel faux pas goes. And it will be a disaster. Malloree: When does your flight leave? Weren't you supposed to be gone at like four?