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He filled me completely, stretching me, and it hurt and it felt good and I didn't know which one was winning. He didn't wait. He started moving. Hard. Fast. The bench scraped against the floor with every thrust. His hands dug into my hips hard enough to leave bruises. "That's it," he grunted. "Take it." I couldn't speak. I could only hold on. The lockers rattled. My knees banged against the bench. His breathing was loud in my ear. Through the crack in the locker room door, I could see the hallway. Empty. But any second, someone could walk by. Any second, someone could hear.

It became a pattern. Dangerous. Addictive. Impossible to quit. Win the game. Celebrate with the team. Wait until the parking lot cleared out. Then disappear. The showers turned into their spot. Not the main locker-room ones with the bright lights and echoing voices. The smaller one tucked in the back corner—three showerheads, chipped blue tiles, a door that locked if you jiggled the handle just right. Steam hung thick in the air even when no one was running water. The fluorescent bulb overhead flickered once every few minutes like it was tired of staying on. It was quiet. Private. Hidden from the rest of the world.

They started competing right there, throwing dumb jokes and teasing at me like I was the prize. Rowan told some filthy story about a girl from last summer that had me choking on my drink because of how detailed he got about her moaning his name while he fucked her from behind. Ryker topped it with one about sneaking into the locker room after practice and getting his dick sucked by two cheerleaders at once. “Swear to God,” Ryker said, eyes locked on mine. “One on her knees, the other licking my balls while I face-fucked the first.

Cathy's POV The soft knocks turned sharper. Lila’s little voice cut straight through the heavy air of the bedroom. “Daddy? Cathy? I heard her. Open the door. Please.” Damien’s cock was still buried deep inside me, thick and half-hard, his cum slowly leaking out around him and sliding down the insides of my thighs. My heart slammed against my ribs. I froze, legs still tangled with his, chest pressed to his, the scent of sex thick between us.

I set my ID down next to his, the clerk sorted us out, handed us some towels, condoms, and some lube packets, and in we went. "Welcome to the locker room." He said. I don't know what I expected. I almost thought that everyone would be in here sucking and fucking away. It was just a locker room. "Huh. This isn't so bad." I said. "We're here to blow off some steam and have a good time! Relax, man!" He laughed, clapping that huge hand on my back. "Yeah, I know. Sorry, I've had a weird day." I said, sheepishly.

He stood there right in front of me stroking the bulge in his jeans with one hand while he held the phone camera steady with the other. That cocky smirk never left his face. “Look at the numbers Luna. They are begging for the real thing. You want to hit record earnings tonight or keep playing shy gamer girl while your cunt drips all over the couch?” I glanced at the screen. The donation counter was climbing so fast it made my stomach flip. Messages flooded in. “Fuck yes do it Luna.” “Roommate cock reveal, when?” “Breed her already.” My cheeks burned hotter than ever but my pussy clenched hard at the words making a fresh slick slide down my ass. I hated how much my body wanted it.

A new post from the same anonymous account. "That was just the beginning. Over the next few days, I'll be posting more of Lila's stories. Stories about other guys at school. You might even find yourself in one of them. Stay tuned to see just how perverted Lila Richmond really is." My hands were shaking. This person did not just have one story. They had multiple stories. Stories about different people. I had written so many over the past year. Stories to process my confusing feelings. Stories about Ryan. Stories about Derek before I knew him. Stories about random guys I found attractive. Stories that were never meant to be read by anyone.

Layla let out a fresh moan, her voice raspy and tired but full of desire. They spent the next hour exploring every part of her, moving from the sofa to the soft rug on the floor. Her breasts were squeezed and kissed until they were flushed red, and her thighs were bruised from the grip of their hands. She felt like a queen in the middle of her own private storm. Every time one man finished, another was ready to take his place, keeping the fire burning bright. By the time the lights in the club started to dim and the morning was close, Layla was completely spent. She lay on the floor, her hair a mess and her body glowing with the remnants of their passion. The three men sat around her, lookin

He looked at Jake. "Showers. Five minutes," Braden said. Jake nodded. He finished putting away the last of the clean towels and waited until the last player left. The locker room went quiet. The only sound was the hum of the ventilation system. Jake walked to the showers. They were in the back of the locker room, a big open room with white tile and metal shower heads. There were no doors. No privacy. Just open space where anyone could walk in and see the quarterback getting his dick sucked by a dude.

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.