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In the room, he pointed out the minibar, the light switches, the balcony, but his eyes were elsewhere, drinking her in like a man starved. On the balcony now, she'd been exactly as she was then: leaning lightly forward, the wind shaping the dress to her ass, hair moving in the breeze, that wholesome, angelic profile framed by the blue of the sea.

When her father thanked him and politely dismissed him, the bellman hesitated, reluctant to leave. Only when the door closed did she step back inside, smiling faintly, thinking nothing of it.

Later, she sat cross-legged on the king-sized bed, pulling her phone out for a FaceTime call. Her boyfriend, Markus, lit up instantly when her face appeared. She smiled brightly, holding the phone at a slight downward angle, completely unaware that the loose neckline of her dress gaped forward, giving him a perfect view of the lace edge of her bra and the soft pale curve of her tits.

"I miss you," she said in Norwegian, her voice warm and sweet.

"You look beautiful," he told her. She blushed.

She turned the camera toward the balcony to show him the shimmering lagoon. The movement pulled the fabric across her chest, making her tits shift subtly under her bra. He swallowed hard, telling her again how lucky he was. She giggled, brushing it off.

Outside, the lagoon glimmered under the fading sun. Inside, Veronika curled her legs under herself, happy, relaxed, and blissfully unaware that already, from the lobby to the balcony — she had left a trail of hard cocks and filthy thoughts in her wake.

Chapter 2 - Poolside Attention The next morning, Mr. and Mrs. Halvorsen sat together in the shaded lounge area of the hotel terrace, their books open, reading glasses perched low on their noses. The quiet murmur of conversation from other guests mixed with the sound of clinking glasses from the bar.

Veronika sat beside them for a while, sipping iced tea, watching the blue of the lagoon glint through the palm trees. After a moment, she closed her glass and smiled at her mother. "I think I'll go sunbathe for a bit," she said softly, already reaching for the towel draped over her chair.

Her bikini was, in her mind, a modest choice, soft pastel pink, simple, no unnecessary cut-outs or flashy patterns. Something a "good girl" could wear without looking cheap. But on Veronika's body, nothing could hide the truth.

The top hugged her tits snugly, the cups lifting them just enough to press together, thin straps pulling tight across her smooth shoulders. The bottoms sat high on her hips, the cut clinging to the curve of her ass so precisely that the lower swell of each cheek was visible when she walked. The pale pink made her fair skin glow, outlining every contour in the bright Mauritian sun.

She stepped out from under the terrace and into the pool area, her sandals clicking softly on the tiles. Heads turned without her noticing, a man in a lounger paused mid-sentence, eyes trailing down the length of her bare legs. Two men at the bar looked up together, following her with their gaze as she passed, one of them murmuring something under his breath.

She reached an empty lounger near the pool's edge and laid her towel neatly across it, smoothing it out with both hands before placing her bag beside it. Then she lay down on her stomach, legs close together, thinking it looked more decent. But the position arched her back slightly, tightening the roundness of her ass into a perfect display for anyone walking past.

It was then that a shadow fell over her. She opened her eyes to see a tall man in a crisp white linen shirt, the top two buttons undone to reveal a glimpse of tanned, lightly hair-dusted chest. Tailored beige trousers clung neatly to his frame, paired with expensive leather loafers worn without socks. His dark hair was immaculately styled, a designer watch catching the sun with each subtle movement, the faint, intoxicating trace of expensive cologne drifting in the warm breeze.

He stood there like a man who had no need to rush, whose life had taught him that the world, and the women in it, eventually came to him. The kind of man who could make a request sound like a promise.

"Excuse me," he said, his voice deep and steady, laced with an accent she couldn't quite place. "I hope you don't mind me saying this, but you are... absolutely stunning. I had to tell you."

Veronika blinked up at him, momentarily caught off guard by the directness. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, offering a small, polite smile. "Oh... thank you, that's kind."

He took a slow step closer, as if careful not to startle her, but every move was deliberate, measured. "I'm here on business from South Africa," he said, letting the words roll with practiced ease. "I'll be staying here for a few days. Perhaps I could buy you a drink this evening?"

She shook her head lightly, still smiling to soften the refusal. "That's very kind, but... I have a boyfriend."

There was a small pause, his head tilting slightly, lips curling in something between a smile and a smirk. "Ah... lucky man, then. He must be proud."

Her fingers adjusted the strap of her bikini top without thinking. "We're happy," she said simply. "I'm here with my parents for vacation, so... just relaxing."

His smile didn't falter, but there was a weight to the way he regarded her now, a quiet appraisal that felt almost physical. "Of course," he replied, voice smooth, unhurried. "Well, he's a very lucky man indeed."

He lingered a moment longer, eyes concealed by the dark glass of his sunglasses, and yet she felt, without being able to explain how, that his gaze slid over her, mapping her curves, cataloguing her body as if he had already decided how he would take it if given the chance.

"Enjoy your stay," he added finally, stepping back. As he turned away, the faint scent of his cologne followed him, leaving a strange flutter in her chest that she quickly pushed aside.

He walked away without looking back, but even after he'd disappeared into the crowd of loungers, Veronika found herself glancing toward the direction he'd gone, almost expecting to see him still watching her. She shook her head quickly, a faint smile tugging at her lips as if amused by the idea.

She lay back down, adjusting her bikini bottoms in that absent, innocent way, tugging them slightly to "cover herself better," unaware that the motion tightened the fabric across the soft swell of her mound before it settled. Her heart was beating a touch faster than before, though she told herself it was just from sitting up in the heat.

Not long after, she sat cross-legged on her lounger with her phone, calling Markus. His face lit up on the screen, and she immediately told him with a small, proud smile, "Some man tried to talk to me by the pool today. I told him I have a boyfriend."

She delivered it like a badge of honor, expecting his approval, and he gave it, smiling and telling her how glad he was she was being good. She blushed faintly, leaning her cheek into her palm. She didn't mention the way the man's voice had lingered in her mind, or how for a brief second she'd felt the weight of his gaze like warm fingers sliding over her skin. That part stayed locked away, unspoken, even from herself.

Chapter 3 - The Slutty French Girls The late afternoon sun spilled molten gold across the beach. The sky was starting to glow, but down on the sand, the hotel's "fun activities" were still in full swing.

Mr. and Mrs. Halvorsen were upstairs in their room, napping after the long day in the sun. Veronika, feeling restless, slipped quietly out of the suite and wandered barefoot down the warm tiled path toward the activity hut. The late afternoon heat clung to her skin, the smell of salt and coconut oil drifting in the air. She scanned the clipboard and saw a sign-up for beach volleyball.

She thought it would be harmless fun, just a light game, maybe some friendly chatter. She wasn't expecting to get teamed up with two girls, nearly her age, who looked like they'd been plucked straight from a wet postcard.

"Camille," said the shorter one, grinning wide as she adjusted the thin neon-green triangles covering her tits. She looked about twenty-four, petite but with tits far too big for her frame, barely contained in her top. Every movement made them bounce and shift, always on the verge of slipping free.

"And I'm Léa," said the taller one, maybe twenty-two, curvy with a deep bronze tan and string bikini bottoms tied so loosely it was a miracle they stayed on. The thin string was buried deep between her asscheeks, exposing her firm, toned ass completely to the sun. When she bent to pick up the ball, the pink folds of her pussy lips peeked out without shame.

They were instantly friendly, chatting with Veronika as if they'd known her for years, but everything about them radiated a sexual boldness that made Veronika, in her modest bikini and shy smile, feel like she'd stepped into another world entirely.

It was boys versus girls. Three on each side. And from the very first serve, Veronika realized Camille and Léa weren't playing volleyball so much as they were playing the boys.

Camille bent low to prepare for a serve, her ass high, bikini riding up to bare the lower swell of each cheek. Léa leapt for spikes, tits bouncing wildly, her top riding up just enough to flash a teasing hint of darker areola. Between points, they drifted up to the net, laughing and leaning close to the boys.

"Nice save," Camille teased one of them after a point, her voice dripping. "Play even better and maybe I'll give you a little reward later."

Léa brushed her fingers along another boy's arm at the net. "Careful," she purred, "I might distract you."

Veronika hung back, playing her position with quiet focus, smiling awkwardly at their antics. She wasn't used to this kind of open sexual playfulness, especially not in public, but she couldn't deny it was funny to watch.

When the game ended, Camille and Léa flopped down on the warm sand near the water, waving Veronika over. She sat primly, knees together, while they lounged carelessly with their legs apart, waves foaming over their toes.

"See those two older guys at the pool bar yesterday?" Camille said, glancing at Léa.

"Mmm," Léa smirked.

"I fucked them both in the hotel bathroom," Camille said with a grin. "One in my mouth, one in my ass. Switched halfway. By the time we were done, I had cum dripping out of both holes."

Veronika's eyes widened, her cheeks warming as she let out a breathless little laugh. "You're joking."

"Baby," Camille said, still grinning, "do I look like I joke about cock?"

Léa leaned forward, her bikini top gaping. "Island cock is the best. Big, hard, and they know how to fuck. Not like the little boys back home. You let one take your ass and you'll forget your own name."

Veronika blushed, glancing down at the sand.

"One bent me over the sink," Camille went on, "fucking my ass while his friend shoved his cock in my mouth. I could barely stand afterward."

Léa gave a dreamy sigh. "Best feeling in the world, when they fill your ass and your pussy at the same time, and you can't even tell which is which... just this hot, stretching fullness, your holes gripping them, milking the cocks like they own you."

"You two are insane," Veronika said, laughing nervously.

Léa smirked at her. "So, what about you? You take it in the ass yet?"

Veronika almost choked. "I have a boyfriend... we're happy."

Camille pouted mockingly. "Pure little Veronika. You're wasting that perfect body."

"You'd love it," Léa said, eyes sweeping over Veronika's legs. "You should hang out more with us, we'll show you how to take cocks in ways your little boyfriend could never dream of."

Veronika shook her head quickly, but her cheeks burned. She told herself it was just embarrassment. But when Camille described the stretch, the fullness, the way it made her moan... something small and hot twisted inside her, and it stayed there long after she left the beach.

Chapter 4 - The Nightclub Plan Over the next couple of days, Veronika found herself seeing more and more of Camille and Léa. Even though they were outrageous and openly slutty, she told herself it was all just fun, innocent girl talk, like hanging out with characters from a wild holiday movie. They made her laugh, teased her constantly, and seemed to know everyone around the resort.

By Friday afternoon, the pair had already made plans for the night. "We're going to Le Mirage," Camille announced as they lounged near the pool, sipping iced cocktails.

"What's that?" Veronika asked.

"The best nightclub on the island," Léa said with a wicked grin. "You can get anything you want there. Anything."

It wasn't just them saying it. The young receptionist at the hotel, a tanned, busty local girl with glossy lips and shorts so short her ass cheeks peeked out, had leaned over the counter and told them in a low voice, "That's where you go for real fun. If you want to dance, drink, fuck, whatever, that's the place."

That evening, Veronika was sitting at the hotel bar with her parents, sipping a fruit juice, when Camille and Léa appeared in front of her, grinning like they'd just won the lottery. "You're coming with us tonight?" Camille asked immediately. Veronika blinked. "To the nightclub? No, I don't think" "Yes," Léa cut in. "You're on holiday, baby. You've got to try the island nightlife at least once."

"I don't have anything to wear," Veronika said, half-laughing, hoping that would be the end of it. Camille waved a hand. "We've got something perfect for you." To her surprise, her parents didn't protest when the girls glanced their way. In fact, her father chuckled and said, "Go on, have some fun. Just don't drink too much."

Veronika's jaw dropped. "You're okay with it?"

Her mother smiled warmly. "We came here to have fun, so go and have fun."

The door clicked shut behind them and Camille tossed her beach bag on the floor. The room smelled faintly of coconut oil and perfume.

Without hesitation, Camille hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her tiny denim shorts and peeled them down, her tanned thighs flexing as she stepped out. She wasn't wearing panties, so her bare slit flashed instantly, smooth, neat, glistening faintly in the warm light. "Fuck, it's too hot for underwear," she said casually, like she was talking about the weather.

Léa was already tugging her bikini top over her head, her bronze tits bouncing free, nipples dark and stiff. She caught Veronika's wide-eyed glance in the mirror and smirked. "What? You've never seen perfect tits before?" She cupped them and gave a playful squeeze, her pierced nipple catching the light.

Camille bent to rummage through her suitcase, ass in the air. The micro skirt she'd chosen was so short it might as well have been a belt, and when she wriggled into it, the fabric vanished between her asscheeks, leaving both cheeks round and bare except for the strip of black cloth. She turned, checking herself in the mirror, and grinned. "Yup. That'll have cocks standing to salute."

Léa stepped into her glittery gold mini skirt, shimmying it up over her hips until it molded around her ass so tightly the shape of her pussy lips was obvious. She pulled on the sheer white halter, adjusting it so her nipples poked perfectly against the fabric. "See-through enough?" she asked Camille. "Baby, they'll be lining up to get a taste," Camille purred, giving her tit a quick slap.

Finally, Camille turned to Veronika, who was still perched awkwardly on the bed. "Your turn." She held up the champagne-colored dress. "Stand up."

Veronika hesitated. "I... I don't think I—" "Up," Léa ordered, grabbing her wrist and pulling her to her feet.

Veronika picked up the dress and slipped into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She wasn't about to strip down in front of Camille and Léa, not with the way they lounged half-naked on the bed, sipping from the mini-bar and watching her like hawks.

Through the door, she heard them giggle. "Shy little thing," Camille teased. "Bet she changes with the lights off at home."

Léa laughed. "Won't be shy for long. That dress will make cocks hard from across the room."

Veronika rolled her eyes, but her cheeks were hot as she peeled off her clothes. When she finally tugged the dress over her head, it slid down like liquid. The fabric clung instantly, hugging her tits so the outline of her nipples pressed against the thin sheen, smoothing down her waist before stretching tight over her ass, lifting it so high and round she looked like she'd been sculpted. The slit up the side flashed the soft curve of her bare hip with every shift.

When Veronika stepped out of the bathroom, Camille and Léa's faces lit up, their eyes sweeping over her slowly, almost in unison.

"Look at you," Camille grinned, setting her drink down. She walked around Veronika, her fingertips grazing the small of her back, pausing where the dress plunged low, almost to the top of her ass crack.

Léa leaned in from the front, her gaze dropping straight to Veronika's tits. "Mmm... no bra. Too bad those panties are still on," she said with a sly smile.

Veronika laughed awkwardly, tugging at the hem of the dress. "Yeah, well... baby steps."

Veronika's cheeks were burning, her reflection looking like someone else entirely, someone dangerous.

"You look like pure temptation," Camille murmured, her smile wicked. "Tonight, they won't be able to take their eyes off you."

Veronika felt her cheeks warm instantly, a shy smile tugging at her lips as she glanced down, unsure where to put her hands.

The three of them stepped out of the room like they owned the place. Men at the bar turned their heads. A waiter carrying a tray stopped mid-step. The warm night air wrapped around them as they crossed the courtyard toward the hotel's taxi.

The driver, a grinning man in his thirties, let his gaze linger shamelessly as they climbed in, Camille first, flashing her bare ass, then Léa, her nipples almost glowing through the sheer top, and finally Veronika, who tried to tug her dress lower but only made it ride up more. "You girls going to Le Mirage?" the driver asked knowingly. "Where else?" Camille smirked.

As the car pulled away, Léa leaned over to Veronika, her lips brushing her ear. "You need to loosen up tonight, sweetheart. There's so much to enjoy in there."

Chapter 5 - The Club The moment they stepped inside, the heat slammed into Veronika like a wall. The bass thudded deep in her chest, lights flashing across a sea of bodies pressed together, grinding and kissing without shame. The air was thick with sweat, perfume, and alcohol, heavy enough to taste.

Camille and Léa walked in like they owned the place, hips swaying, tits jiggling under their barely-there tops, every man's head snapping toward them as if on a leash. Veronika followed behind, tugging at the hem of her dress, feeling naked under the pulsing strobes. She caught men staring, their eyes sweeping slowly up her legs, and quickly looked away.

They slid onto stools at the bar, and almost instantly the free drinks started arriving, shots and cocktails sent over by men who didn't even bother to ask what they liked. Camille tipped her head back and downed the first shot in one go, licking her lips and giving the bartender a wink. Léa followed with something stronger, already swaying to the music.

Veronika hesitated, but Camille pressed a glass into her hand. "You're not here to sip water. Drink."

She told herself it was harmless, just a holiday indulgence, but by the third drink, her head felt warm, her cheeks flushed, and her smile looser than usual. Every time she turned, there was another man watching her, whispering to a friend, eyes locked on her ass.

Camille grabbed her hand and pulled her into the crowd. The music was pounding, sweat and heat pressing from every side. Out of the shadows came five massive black men, broad shoulders, tight shirts stretched over muscles, gold chains flashing in the light.

The five men moved in together, surrounding the three of them like a pack closing in on prey. The air between them was thick with sweat and lust, their eyes roaming openly over bare skin and clinging fabric.

Two of them were on Camille and Léa instantly, hands gripping hips, thick, hard cocks grinding into the girls' asses in time with the music. Camille threw her head back, laughing into a man's mouth as he pulled her tighter against him; Léa turned to face hers, pressing her tits into his chest, sliding both hands down the hard ridges of his abs until she found the thick bulge waiting for her. She squeezed, whispered something filthy in his ear, and he growled in response.

Veronika stayed just out of reach, hips swaying modestly, trying to keep her space. But her eyes kept flicking back, to Camille's ass moving against that thick bulge, to Léa's hand gripping a man's crotch. The sight should have shocked her... but instead, something low in her belly tightened. The more she drank, the less she cared about looking "proper."

Another of the men stepped in front of her, towering over her. He didn't ask, just took her hips in his huge hands and pulled her flush against him. She felt the hard length in his pants press against her lower belly, and her breath caught.

Instead, she moved with him, hips swaying, letting the bass guide her. Each grind brought that bulge harder against her, each shift sending a little jolt up her spine. Her drink-warmed body moved closer, her hands brushing his chest without thinking.

She could have stepped back. She didn't. She turned her back to the man, feeling his big hands slide around her hips as she pressed her ass into him. The thick, hard shape in his pants pushed right between her cheeks, and he ground into her with slow, heavy rolls of his hips. Each thrust made her ass jiggle against him, the pressure of his cock through the thin dress sending little sparks of heat straight between her thighs.

For the first time that night, she didn't care who saw. The bass, the heat, the alcohol, it all blurred together until there was nothing but the pulse of his cock against her ass.

Camille caught her eye over the man's shoulder and smirked, mouthing something Veronika couldn't quite hear. Léa gave a little cheer, hips still rolling against the guy behind her, and shouted, "That's it, baby! Loosen up!"

One of the men leaned down between them, voice deep and hungry. "Come back with us. We're gonna fuck you all so hard you won't even remember your own names when we're done." His hands slid over Camille's hips as another man pressed against her from the front, trapping her in a hard, grinding sandwich.

"Mm, fuck yes," Camille purred without hesitation, her fingers curling into the man's shirt. Léa was already nodding, her own body pinned between two broad chests, grinning like she'd just been handed her favorite dessert. "We're in," she breathed, eyes sparkling.

Veronika froze. "No... I can't," she said quickly, stepping back a little. "I have a boyfriend."

Camille laughed, still grinding between her two men. "So? He's not here."

Léa's smirk was even filthier. "Sweetheart, you don't know what you're saying no to. This is the best kind of fun. Five big cocks between us? You'll be begging for more before sunrise."

"I said no," Veronika insisted, though her voice was softer than before, the heat of their bodies and the smell of sweat and alcohol making her head swim.

One of the men stepped toward her. Huge hands closed around her hips, pulling her closer so she could feel the heat, and the size, pressing against her belly. His voice was deep, hot against her ear. "Come back with us, baby. We'll take care of you all night."

For just a second, her mind betrayed her, flashes of herself between them, hands everywhere, mouths on her skin, that raw, animal heat. Her breath caught, but she pushed him away, hands on his chest.

"No... I'm going back to the hotel," she said, though her voice didn't sound as firm as she wanted.

Behind her, Camille was moaning into a man's ear; Léa had her hand openly stroking the front of another's pants.

"You're missing out, Vero!" Camille called, breathless and flushed. "One day you'll wish you took the cocks when you had the chance."

The words hit her harder than the bass. She froze for a moment, cheeks burning, not from shame, but from the strange, hot twist in her stomach.

She turned and made her way toward the door, the cool night air hitting her flushed skin. Outside, the bass still thumped behind her, and the alcohol in her veins made everything feel slow and dreamlike.

One day you'll wish you took the cocks when you had the chance.

She tried to shake these words away, but the image of Camille bent over and Léa's hand squeezing that thick bulge was burned into her mind. Stepping out into the night, she told herself she was glad she'd said no as she went to find a taxi.

But for the first time... she wasn't so sure.

Chapter 6 - The Taxi Driver The night air slapped her cheeks as she stepped out of the club, humid and thick with the smell of smoke and fried food from the street vendors. The bass from inside still pounded faintly through the walls, the beat matching the dull throb in her temples. Her head was hot, her skin warm, every sound and movement slightly muffled by the alcohol swirling in her blood.

She was tipsy, not the falling-over kind, but the warm, floaty kind that made her limbs loose and her thoughts slippery. Even the streetlights seemed softer, and a silly little smile kept tugging at her lips for no reason. She tugged her dress down, though it barely covered her ass, and glanced up and down the street for a taxi.

One pulled up almost instantly, an old white sedan with a cracked windshield. The passenger window slid down, and she saw him.

Gerard.

Black, slim, bony almost, skin weathered like sun-bleached leather. A scraggly beard clung to his jaw, but it was his eyes that froze her, small, dark, and darting, sharp enough to strip the clothes off a girl without moving a finger. They flicked straight to her tits, lingered a beat too long, then crawled back up to her face.

"Evening, princess," he said with a slow, knowing smile. "Dangerous for a sweet little thing like you to be standing out here alone."

She gave a small laugh, one of those tipsy, fluttery laughs that came too easily, the alcohol making her voice softer, flirtier than she meant. Without thinking, she slid into the front seat, her bare thigh brushing the edge of the seat, her dress riding high.

"Where to?" he asked, eyes still flicking down at her legs before turning back to the wheel. She told him her hotel's name, and he pulled away from the curb with a lazy ease, one hand on the wheel, the other resting too close to the gearshift, too close to her thigh.

"You out here alone?" he asked after a moment, his voice deep and almost purring.

"No... I was with my friends. But they... went off with some guys to have fun," she said, the words tumbling out in a voice that almost carried a sigh of quiet disapproval, though it was hard to tell if it was for them, or for herself.

He smirked, eyes darting sideways at her. "Some guys, huh? Sounds like your friends know how to have a good time. Maybe you should've gone with them."

She shook her head quickly, grinning faintly. "I can't. I have a boyfriend."

"Mmm..." His eyes dragged down her body again, slower this time. "Sexy little thing like you... you're telling me you don't know how to have some fun?"

Her cheeks flushed. "I do, just... not like that." The words ended in a small, airy laugh she didn't even mean to let out.

"Not like that," he repeated with a sly grin. "Bet your friends are having the time of their lives right now... while you're here in a taxi."

Her mouth opened, then closed. She looked out the window. The alcohol made the words heavier, harder to shake off, but it also made her smile at them as if they were a joke only she got.

Gerard glanced at her as the taxi rolled through the dim streets. "So... what's your name?"

"Veronika," she said softly.

"Pretty name," he replied, eyes flicking down to her thighs. "And your boyfriend? What's his name?"

She hesitated. "Markus."

"Markus," Gerard repeated, as if tasting the word. "Lucky guy."

She gave another small, floaty laugh. "Yeah... I guess."

He smiled. "So what do you do for fun, Veronika? Nights out like this?"

"Not really," she admitted, her head lolling slightly toward him before she caught herself. "Just... dinner, movies sometimes. I don't go out much."

He shook his head. "You sound like a fun girl though. I bet you'd be a real catch if you let yourself go a little."

She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, half-smiling, another soft laugh slipping past her lips. "Maybe."

"And with a body like yours," he said, voice dipping lower, "he must take great care of you in bed... right?"

Her breath caught. She wasn't used to anyone talking to her like this, especially a stranger. The words made her cheeks burn, but the alcohol made it hard to form a quick deflection, instead, she gave a small, nervous giggle.

"Uh... not really," she said before she could stop herself. "We've... barely had sex. Only once."

The admission hung in the air. She realized what she'd just said, her stomach flipping, but she didn't take it back. It shocked even her, she never talked about these things, and yet here she was, blurting it out between giggles.

Gerard's smile widened, his voice low and almost pitying. "Only once... with a girl like you? That's criminal."

She shifted in her seat, eyes fixed on the streetlights streaking past the window. "It's... complicated." She giggled again, as if the word itself was a little joke.

He leaned a little closer, his cologne mixed with faint tobacco. "Complicated? No, sweetheart... it's stupid. You've got curves that could make a man lose his mind, tits that'd make him forget his own name."

She let out a nervous, breathy laugh, glancing down at her hands. The words made her pulse quicken in a way she didn't want to admit.

Gerard watched her reaction, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. "You said only once... what happened? Were you scared of him?"

She giggled from the alcohol, the sound loose and unrestrained, and shook her head. "No... he just... it was over in like... two seconds."

Gerard laughed, deep and knowing. "Of course he did. First time in a body like yours? He didn't stand a chance. I bet that little pussy of yours is so tight it squeezed the soul out of him."

Veronika burst into another fit of laughter, the alcohol bubbling in her veins and making everything feel hazy, almost unreal. She pressed her hand over her mouth like she could trap the laughter, but it slipped out anyway, warm and breathless.

"Oh my world, you're... you're terrible," she said between laughs, turning her face toward the window as if the dark streets could hide the blush creeping up her neck. But she didn't tell him he was wrong. She didn't even try. Her legs shifted slightly in her seat, the crude words lingering in her mind longer than she wanted to admit.

His eyes roamed shamelessly down to her legs, lingering. "A girl like you needs a man who knows how to handle her... take his time with her... teach her what her body's really for."

She swallowed hard, a shiver running through her. "That's... not really something I think about," she said, but she was smiling again.

"Sure you do," he said, voice dropping even lower. "Every girl does. You just don't say it out loud... not until someone asks the right way."

The car rolled through another stretch of dimly lit street, and Veronika felt the heat between her thighs intensify. The alcohol was still humming in her veins, making it hard to think straight, and making her giggle at his audacity instead of pushing back.

Gerard let out a low chuckle. "Bet your pussy's still tight as fuck. Bet it hasn't been stretched properly."

Veronika shifted in her seat, legs crossing, but there was no real sharpness in her voice. "That's... that's so bad... That's not something you should say," she giggled again, the sound soft and almost slurred. Her head felt light, and instead of bristling, she found herself smiling as she said it, her guard slipping without her even realizing.

He grinned wider. "Why not? You know it's true. Girls like you need a man who can hold you down and fuck you until you're begging. Not some boy who spills in you before you even get wet."

Her heart thudded. She should have been angry. Instead, her skin prickled, and her thighs pressed together harder. The drinks had blurred the lines, his voice was sinking into her head, deep and warm, wrapping around her like smoke.

"Veronika," he said, drawing out her name, tasting it, "with tits like those and an ass like that... you were made for pleasure. A man should take his time with you, make you moan, make you scream. You need to be fucked so good you forgot your own name."

She laughed softly, shaking her head, though she didn't answer, pressing her thighs together as she started feeling the pressure build in, a warm, restless ache that she didn't want to acknowledge, and yet the giggle lingered at the edge of her breath like she couldn't help it.

At the next red light, his hand moved, resting on her bare thigh. Not high, not yet, but enough that she felt the heat of it through her skin.

"You've got legs made to lock around a man's waist," he murmured, leaning closer. "Bet if I slid my cock into you right now, you'd soak the seat before we even got to your hotel."

Her breath caught, and she giggled again despite herself. "You're bad," she said, but her voice lacked conviction.

"Bad men make good teachers," he replied smoothly. "And I could teach you more in one night than that boyfriend of yours could in his whole life."

The light turned green. He didn't move his hand. She didn't push it away.

As they neared the hotel, he said it casually, like it was nothing. "I could show you, you know. Tonight. No one would know. You'd go home with your little secret... and a smile your boyfriend could never give you."

Her head spun, from the drinks, from his words, from the slow, deliberate heat in his touch. She laughed, but it was shaky, with a tiny giggle still curling through it.

"I can't..."

"Can't?" he said, still smiling, eyes locked on hers. "Or don't want to admit you're curious?"

She looked away, heart hammering, her head hazy from the alcohol, not able to fully process what she had just heard.

Chapter 7 - The Offer The steady hum of the taxi and the slow roll of the wheels had a synchronised rhythm, and with the alcohol warm in her blood, Veronika's mind started drifting. She thought of Camille and Léa, where they were right now, what they were doing. Were they moaning, their nails digging into broad, dark shoulders? Were their pussies stretched and dripping around fat black cocks? Or maybe one of them was bent forward, ass in the air, while another cock slammed into her asshole, stretching her till she screamed.

Her thighs squeezed together involuntarily at the thought. What if she'd joined them? In her mind, she saw it, the humid air thick with sweat and sex, their deep voices rumbling in her ears. She knew she shouldn't think like this, but all the alcohol she'd had was making her mind spin out of control, sending it to places she'd never dared wander sober.

A tall, broad black man pinning her against a wall, his massive cock splitting her pussy open while another knelt in front of her, shoving his heavy shaft between her lips, making her choke and drool. Hands everywhere, gripping her ass, squeezing her tits, forcing her to take them deeper. Her body bent and used, holes stuffed full, the raw slap of hips against hers echoing in the room. The smell of sweat, cum, and male heat surrounding her until she could barely breathe.

One of them grabbing her hair, growling in her ear to take it like a good girl, while another's cock throbbed inside her ass, stretching her in a way that made her moan and shiver. Her pussy would be dripping, her asshole gaping, her lipstick smeared across her face while she tried to keep up with their relentless pace.

Her pulse quickened, and then Gerard's voice cut clean through her fantasy. "So... what do you say?"

Her head jerked up, the haze breaking. "About what?" He gave her a slow, side glance, his lips curling into a knowing smirk. "What if I teach you a few things before I drop you off?"

She laughed nervously, shaking her head. "No... that's wrong."

"Wrong?" His tone was calm, almost amused. "Nothing wrong with having a little fun." She started to turn away, but he went on, voice dropping lower, heavier. "You said your boyfriend barely touches you. You want him to stay loyal, right?"

She frowned. "Of course, I..." He cut in smoothly, "Then you don't want him finding some other girl who can drain his balls till he can't even remember his own name, do you?"

Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. "With a body like yours, Veronika," he said, "your man should be pleasing you every night. If he's not... you either don't know how to make him, or you're letting him get away with murder." She bit her lip, heat rising in her cheeks. The alcohol made her mind fuzzy, her guard slipping without her even noticing. "I'm offering to teach you... for him. So you can keep him loyal. All it takes is a few minutes... and you'll thank me."

She looked away, pressing her legs together, her pussy throbbing, and her silence was her approval. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the faint curl of a smirk spreading across Gerard's thin, chapped lips. His eyes slid over her body in the dashboard's green glow, slow and deliberate, like he was already unwrapping her in his mind.

Without a word, he eased the taxi off the road. The tires crunched over gravel as he pulled into the shadows of a sugarcane field. The world outside disappeared, swallowed by black. The only light came from the dim, sickly green of the dashboard, casting his face in angular shadows that made his sly grin look even filthier. His hand lingered on the gearshift, fingers tapping lazily, but his gaze never left her legs, like a predator savoring the moment before the pounce.

She giggled, the sound loose and airy with alcohol, tilting her head toward him. "Wait... where are we?" she asked, her voice slow and tipsy.

"You," he said, glancing at her with a look that made her stomach twist, "are going to learn something beautiful tonight."

He slowed the taxi to a crawl before stopping dead in the middle of the sugarcane field. The tall stalks loomed on either side, swaying gently in the night breeze. It was quiet, too quiet, no other cars, no distant voices, nothing but the faint ticking of the cooling engine. The darkness seemed to press in on the windows. Then his voice broke the silence, low and certain.

"Lesson number one," he said, "don't be scared of what you can't handle yet." Then came the sound, the slow rasp of a zipper sliding down.

Her breath caught, and she giggled softly, the alcohol still buzzing in her head, as he pulled it out, a massive, heavy, veiny black cock, thick as her wrist and hanging low in his hand. The head gleamed with a bead of precum, the smell of him raw and musky in the air. A thick vein ran along the side, pulsing faintly, as if it had its own heartbeat.

She let out a nervous little chuckle, eyes wide as they darted between his face and the sheer size of him. "Wow... that's... that's huge," she breathed, the words spilling out half in awe, half in disbelief.

He smirked. "You'll thank me."

Gerard leaned back slightly, his eyes locking on hers. "Get on your knees," he said, nodding to the space on the seat beside him.

She blinked, lips parting. "What? I..."

"Come on," he coaxed, voice low and smooth. "You can't do it right from sitting like that. Trust me... you'll look so pretty up here."

Her head felt light from the alcohol, thoughts sliding out of her grasp. She chewed her lip, glancing at the road ahead, then back at him.

"Don't overthink it, Veronika," he added, his tone tightening just enough to make it clear he wasn't going to drop it. "Unless you want to stay the kind of girl who can't even keep her man's cock in her mouth for more than two seconds."

That stung, sharp and sudden. She hesitated, then, almost on autopilot, shifted onto her knees, the leather seat creaking under her weight as she moved closer.

Gerard's gaze dropped instantly to her cleavage, his smirk widening. "That's it... now we can start."

"Lick the tip... nice and slow," he instructed, his tone making it sound less like a request and more like an order.

She hesitated, cheeks warm, eyes flicking up to his. "B-but... I've never done this," she murmured shyly, the alcohol in her system making her voice softer, almost girlish. "And... it's too big... it won't fit in my mouth."

Gerard chuckled, deep and knowing, leaning back slightly as if savoring her innocence. "Then you've been missing out on so much, baby. A mouth like yours? Those lips were made to wrap around cock. And don't you worry about it fitting..." His eyes dropped to the thick, veiny length in his hand before returning to hers. "...we'll make it fit. I'll teach you how to take every inch."

The blunt filth of his words sent a shiver through her, the alcohol blurring the line between shame and arousal. Her head felt light, her thoughts scattered, but the way he looked at her, like she was already kneeling for him in his mind, made her pulse race. Every filthy word seemed to sink into her skin, heating her from the inside out, making it harder and harder to remember why she should say no.

Slowly, her tongue darted out, trembling, and touched the warm, slick head. "Mmm, yeah... now swirl your tongue around it. Don't rush." The salty taste hit her tongue, and she swallowed hard, heat blooming in her chest. "Good... now open up. Take more. Wrap your hand around the base, yeah, just like that."

She gripped him, feeling the heavy weight and throbbing heat in her palm. When she slid her lips over the head, her jaw stretched painfully wide. "Deeper... let me feel that throat squeeze."

The thick shaft slid further into her mouth, her tongue pressed flat beneath it. She gagged as the head hit the back of her throat, spit spilling down her chin and catching on the swell of her tits.

"Good girl... choke on it... fuck, your mouth was made for this."

Her mascara began to smudge, her eyes watering. He took her hair in his fist, guiding her head up and down his length. "That's it... slobber on it... make it shine. Use both hands, stroke my balls too."

Her hands moved instinctively, stroking his shaft and cupping his balls while her mouth worked desperately around him. The sound of wet sucking filled the cabin, the air thick with the scent of him.

After long, slow thrusts into her mouth, Gerard finally pulled his cock free, a thick strand of spit hanging between them. The head was swollen, twitching, slick with her drool.

Chapter 8 - The Anal Loophole The car sat swallowed in the darkness of the sugarcane field, only the faint dashboard glow touching her face. The air was thick and heavy, sticky with heat and the lingering musk of sex. Her cheeks were streaked with black, mascara smudges running in uneven lines. Her lips were parted, glistening with a mix of drool and the last trace of Gerard's cock.

She was still catching her breath when his voice broke the silence. Low. Certain. Dangerous.

"You're a quick learner... Now... you ready for more?"

Her heart thudded. She didn't answer, maybe she couldn't, because he was already moving, his big hand curling behind her neck, pulling her into him. His mouth found her neck, kissing and sucking slow, leaving damp heat against her skin. The other hand slid up her thigh, under her dress, until his fingers pressed into her panties.

He felt it instantly. The slick heat. The way her folds clung to him even through the thin fabric.

"Fuck... you're soaked. You don't even know what you're doing to me."

She tried to close her legs, trapping his hand, but he pried them apart without effort. Two fingers pushed past the damp fabric and sank into her, the molten, velvet grip of her pussy wrapping around him.

"Stop pretending, baby... your pussy's begging for me," he murmured against her ear.

Her breath caught as his fingers curled up inside, finding that sweet spot and rubbing until her thighs shook. His mouth moved lower, over the swell of her tits, sucking through the fabric, his teeth catching her nipple until she whimpered.

Her strength melted away. Her knees fell open on their own. She started moaning softly, the sound spilling out without her even realizing, her hips rocking back and forth, instinctively meeting the slow, deliberate thrust of his fingers. Each curl and twist inside her made her pussy grip him tighter, her wetness coating his knuckles as if begging for more.

Gerard chuckled low in her ear, his breath hot on her skin. "Mmm... look at you, baby... already riding my fingers like it's a cock. You don't even know how fucking sexy you are right now." His words slid straight into her hazy, alcohol-softened mind, making her press down harder, chasing the friction as if her body had decided for her.

He pulled back just enough to look at her. "Let me show you how good you can feel."

Before she could react, he guided her down onto the back seat. Her dress bunched at her hips as he hooked his fingers into her panties and yanked them aside, baring her tight, glistening pussy. The sight made him groan.

Then he was on her, no warning, no hesitation, his tongue pushing into her slit, licking her open. She gasped and grabbed at his hair, the heat of his mouth flooding her senses. He lapped her up, dragging his tongue over her clit before sucking it between his lips.

"Oh fuck... Hmmmm..."

Her hips rolled into his face, her moans spilling out in broken whimpers as his tongue fucked her, his nose grinding her clit. She was trembling, her body twitching, the pleasure coiling tight inside her.

"I'm... I'm gonna..."

She came with a loud, broken moan, her whole body shuddering as her legs began to shake uncontrollably. Her thighs clamped tight around his head, trapping him there while her pussy convulsed and squirted hot over his face, drenching his chin and lips. She trembled, gasping for air, her chest rising and falling in frantic bursts as she tried to catch her breath, but the aftershocks kept making her hips twitch against his mouth.

When she could open her eyes again, he was over her, his cock heavy and hot, pressed against her pussy's opening. The blunt head nudged at her, and she gasped, pushing at his chest.

"I can't... I can't cheat."

He stopped, just for a moment, his breath hot against her skin, and then that slow, knowing grin spread across his face, the kind of grin that told her he'd already won.

"Then I won't fuck your pussy, baby," he murmured, his thumb stroking along her cheek in a mockingly tender caress. "That's for him, the hole that counts." His voice dropped lower, more intimate, almost soothing. "But there's another way we can do it... more intense."

Her brows knit, her breath shaky. "More... intense?"

He smirked, leaning closer so she could feel his breath on her lips. "Your ass, baby... mmm, that's just ours tonight. That's not cheating. You'll go back to him pure in the way that matters, but you'll never forget the way I stretch this tight little hole until you can't walk straight."

Her lips trembled, eyes darting away, heart pounding so hard she thought he might hear it. She wanted to tell him no, that it was wrong, but the heat between her thighs, the dizzy ache in her belly, and the way his words slid into her mind made it impossible to think straight. She imagined her boyfriend's face if he knew... and yet, the idea that she could feel all of this and still technically be "pure" in his eyes sent a guilty shiver down her spine.

"Are... are you sure it's not cheating?" she whispered, her voice trembling like she was half-hoping he'd say yes, half-hoping he'd say no. Her heart pounded so hard she could feel it in her throat, and her breath came in shallow, uneven bursts.

Gerard's grin widened, slow and certain, like he'd been waiting for that question all night. "Baby, I promise... you'll walk away untouched where it matters. Your pussy's still his, still pure." His hand slid lower, palm cupping the curve of her ass before his thumb pressed just enough against the tight ring of her asshole to make her gasp. "This..." he murmured, his voice molten and patient, "this is just between us. A secret. No one has to know... and it'll feel so fucking good you won't even care."

She tried to tell herself it was wrong, that she should push him away, but the heat between her thighs was already flooding her, her knees trembling as if her own body was betraying her. The alcohol made her head feel light, like she was floating, like maybe this wasn't even real. And when his thumb circled her again, slow and deliberate, she bit her lip so hard it almost hurt, trying not to whimper as the thought began to take root: maybe... maybe it really wasn't cheating.

Without even realizing it, her hips began to rock back against him, slow and needy.

Gerard's low chuckle rumbled in her ear. "Mmm... I knew it. You want it, don't you?"

"Mmhmmm..." she breathed, the sound small, almost ashamed.

"That's my girl," he murmured, his tone dripping with possession. "Even when you try to be good, your body's a filthy little liar."

Her cheeks burned, but before she could think, he'd already moved. In one smooth, decisive motion, he flipped her over the seat, pressing her face into the cracked upholstery, her ass high in the air. Her dress was shoved up over her waist, baring her to him completely.

His hands gripped her, fingers kneading into the firm, round flesh of her ass. They were perfect, high, full, shaped like the juiciest peach, begging to be bitten. He spread them apart with a slow, greedy pull, and there it was, the most beautiful little pink asshole he'd ever seen, winking at him like it knew what was coming.

"Fuck... look at this," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Tight... untouched... made for me to ruin." He let his thumb graze it lightly, just enough to make her tense and shiver. "You're gonna feel me here, baby... every... single... inch."

Then he leaned in and spat, a thick, wet string hitting dead center with an obscene splat, the sound echoing in the cramped space. The warm spit glistened as it slid down between her perfect cheeks, marking her as his to take.

"Relax... open up for me."

She shook, biting her lip, but her body obeyed. His cock pressed against her hole, huge, hot, unyielding. The stretch was instant and brutal. She cried out, gripping the seat as he pushed, forcing her to take him inch by inch.

"Fuck... your ass is so tight..." he groaned.

The burn was intense, but slowly, shockwaves of filthy pleasure bled into the pain. Her body betrayed her, her asshole clenching around him like it didn't want to let him go.

Then he was moving. Hard. Deep. Slamming into her ass, his balls smacking against her clit with each thrust. The car rocked with the force of it.

She buried her face in her arm, her moans muffled but still loud enough for him to hear.

Mid-thrust, her phone rang. She froze. The name on the screen made her stomach drop — Markus.

Gerard saw it and laughed. "Answer it."

She shook her head, but he yanked her hair, forcing the phone into her hand.

"H-hi... babe... y-yeah, I'm fine..."

Her voice wavered, breath catching every time his cock slammed into her ass.

"Cum for me while you talk to him," he growled in her ear. "Good little slut."

The filth, the danger, the shame, it was too much. She came hard, her asshole clenching around him, and a hot gush ran down her thighs, her first squirting orgasm from anal alone.

She faked bad reception, pressing the phone tight to her ear, forcing out a shaky, "Hello? ... you're cutting out..." Her free hand clawed at the seat while the other gripped the phone, her knuckles white. Gerard's thick cock slammed into her ass, each thrust making her tits bounce against the backrest.

He leaned forward, his breath hot and heavy against her ear, his voice a low, filthy growl only she could hear. "Talk to him... tell him you miss him... while I'm buried in your ass. Let him hear how good you're trying not to moan." Her lip trembled, biting down to stop the sound, but he didn't let up. His cock drove deeper, stretching her, hitting that spot that made her whole body jolt. "Bet he's picturing you all sweet and innocent right now," Gerard whispered, lips brushing her ear.

"He doesn't know you're gripping my cock with your tight little asshole... doesn't know you're dripping down your thighs."

Her toes curled, her legs shaking, the orgasm building too fast to fight. She clenched around him on purpose, milking every inch, her breath coming in silent, jagged gasps. His hand slipped between her legs, two fingers rubbing her slippery clit. "Cum for me, baby. Cum while you tell him you love him," he hissed.

Her body betrayed her, hips jerking, muscles locking, hot wetness spilling as she came silently, her thighs trembling. Her boyfriend's voice crackled faintly in her ear, completely oblivious that she was having the dirtiest orgasm of her life with another man's cock deep in her ass.

Gerard pulled out with a wet pop, his cock gleaming. He looked down at her, wrecked, trembling, dress twisted, makeup ruined.

Chapter 9 - The Final Fall Markus' voice was soft and oblivious in her ear, warm with concern. "Babe... why do you sound so out of breath? What's going on?"

Her thighs trembled, her nails clawing at the seat for something to hold onto. His cock was buried balls-deep in her asshole, stretching her in that raw, filthy way that made her feel split in two and clench hard around him, as if her body didn't want to let him go. Every slow grind of his hips made her tight ring pulse and squeeze, milking him without her meaning to. She forced a shaky laugh, trying to steady her breathing. "J-just... moving around... it's hot in here..." Her voice cracked, and she winced at the sound of her own lie.

Gerard's smirk was pure evil. He leaned over her shoulder so close she could feel his breath tickling her ear. His voice was low and taunting. "Careful, baby... you sound like you're getting your asshole fucked while your little boyfriend listens in." The filth in his tone made her stomach tighten, shame and arousal tangling until she couldn't tell them apart. She shook her head in tiny, useless denial, but she didn't tell him to stop, and he knew it.

He eased his cock out of her ass slowly, the withdrawal obscene and wet, her stretched hole clinging to him until the very tip slipped free. She felt the cool air rush over her gaping rear for a second before his shaft dragged down between her cheeks, smearing his slick mess over her folds. The fat head grazed her swollen clit and she gasped, hips twitching in spite of herself. Her pussy was already slick and needy, lips engorged, throbbing with the ache to be filled.

"Look at you," Gerard breathed, his tone dripping with mock pity. "Your pussy's crying for it. You've been clenching for me all night, haven't you? You need this cock in your pussy."

Her throat worked, but no sound came. She knew he could feel her shaking.

"Now we do the other hole..." His words were a velvet trap, sliding into her ear. "The one that's been dripping for me since the moment I saw you. He'll never know. It's just between us... just for fun..."

Gerard slid the thick length of his cock slowly over her swollen, slick folds, the heavy shaft pressing against her clit and dragging through the mess of her arousal. She couldn't help it, even with the phone pressed to her ear, her voice trying to stay steady for her boyfriend on the other end, her hips began to move on their own. She rolled back in a slow, needy grind that made her pussy lips glide along the heat of his big black cock, biting down on a whimper and forcing her words to sound casual.

"You want it here, you little slut?" he murmured, the words low and dark, like he already knew the answer. The blunt crown nudged her entrance, teasing her, letting her feel just how easily he could shove it inside.

"Mmhmm..." It slipped out before she could think, a soft, breathless hum that sounded far too eager.

Her spine arched instinctively, her back curving into a perfect bow, lifting her ass high and parting her cheeks to present her glistening slit like an offering. The movement was pure submission, her body begging for him even as her mind screamed at her to stop.

"That's my good girl," he growled, and shoved forward. The blunt crown of his cock pressed against her entrance and then pushed through, forcing her tight walls to stretch wide around him. The wet heat of her pussy swallowed him inch by inch, her gasp turning into a strangled moan as he bottomed out, hips grinding deep until she could feel him in her belly.

"Ohhh f-fuck" Her voice was a mixture of shock and surrender.

Markus' voice on the line cut through her haze. "Babe? You okay? You sound"

She laughed breathlessly, trying to sound casual while Gerard's cock throbbed inside her. "Yeah uh... bad network..." The words caught when Gerard pulled almost all the way out, then drove back into her with a wet, slapping thrust that made her tits bounce against the seat and her breath hitch loud enough for Markus to hear.

"I... I gotta go," she blurted, panic rising with the heat in her core. "Signal's cutting..." And she killed the call before he could answer, tossing the phone aside.

Gerard's grin turned feral. "Now you can scream for me."

He didn't hold back. His thrusts slammed into her, hips smacking her ass with loud, filthy sounds that echoed in the small space. "You hear that? That's your tight little cunt sucking me in like she's been starving. She loves me more than she loves him."

Her moans broke into needy whimpers, head dropping as he fucked her hard, the pressure building so fast she could barely keep her knees under her.

Then, without warning, he pulled out of her pussy and shoved back into her ass in one brutal, wet thrust that made her cry out. "This hole's mine too," he grunted, driving deep. "Both of them. You're just my little fucktoy now, aren't you?"

The switching was relentless, pussy, ass, pussy, ass, each thrust smearing his precum and her juices between the two holes, the slick slide making every penetration feel even filthier. Her mind reeled at how wrong it felt, and how perfect.

She gasped and writhed, the muscles in her belly tightening. "F-fuck... I can't..."

"Yes you can," he growled. "Cum for me."

"I... I'm... oh Fuck I'm cumming..."

"Say it," he barked, his cock battering her pussy. "Say you love my cock."

"I... I love your cock!" she cried out, the orgasm ripping through her so violently her legs buckled, her pussy fluttering hard around him.

He laughed, never slowing. "Say you're my little cheating slut."

Her shame burned molten, but the words spilled out with her moans. "I'm your... your cheating slut."

"Say this pussy's mine now."

"It's yours... oh fuck, it's yours..." She came again, shaking and sobbing with the force of it.

Gerard's thrusts grew savage, his grip bruising her hips. "Gonna fuck your ass until you can't sit tomorrow..."

Her moans went high and wild, shameless now, her body jerking back to meet every slam of his hips.

His voice dropped to a ragged growl. "Gonna fill your ass so deep you'll taste it..." He pounded her in short, brutal thrusts, and then groaned deep in his chest, spilling hot, thick cum into her asshole in long, pumping spurts. She felt the heat flood her, filling her until it began to leak out around his shaft.

When he pulled free, her ass gaped obscenely, his seed spilling in slow, viscous trails down over her swollen, dripping pussy. Her cunt twitched, empty and aching for him again, the air cool on her messy folds.

She collapsed forward over the seat, her dress plastered to her slick, sweat-slick back, chest heaving like she'd just run for her life. Every muscle in her body was weak, her holes raw and stretched, her thighs sticky with the mess he'd left behind.

She'd just had her first real fuck, every hole claimed, every line crossed, and the worst part was knowing she'd crave this exact filth again.

Chapter 10 - Morning After The car was quiet except for the low hum of the engine and the occasional soft breath from her lips. Veronika sat in the passenger seat, dress rumpled and bunched around her hips, thighs pressed together to stop the warm leak that kept sliding down between them. The seat beneath her felt damp, her skin tacky where Gerard's cum had dried, and every bump in the road made her wince at the dull ache in her ass.

Gerard drove one hand on the wheel, the other resting lightly on her thigh. His touch was slow, almost absentminded, fingertips tracing lazy patterns up and down her skin. When his hand drifted closer to the inside of her leg, she tensed, but not enough to move him away.

"You alright?" His voice was low, gentle, almost tender. "You're quiet."

She swallowed, eyes fixed on the blur of streetlights passing outside. "I'm fine..."

He gave her thigh a soft squeeze. "You were perfect tonight. You know that?"

Her breath caught. She didn't know how to respond, but her mind was already replaying flashes of his cock gliding between her holes, the way she'd moaned into the phone, the heat that had swallowed her whole.

"I just... I don't know what to say," she murmured.

"You don't have to say anything," he said, voice almost soothing. "Just remember how you felt. That's all."

The words sank into her like warm honey, shameful, sweet, and heavy. She didn't even notice his hand sliding up just enough to brush against the damp hem of her dress before he returned it to the wheel.

They pulled up to the hotel. She reached for the door handle, but Gerard spoke again. "Go rest. Don't think too much. You deserve to feel good about what happened."

She nodded quickly, cheeks flushed. Stepping out, she straightened her dress, knowing the fabric still clung damply to her skin. Walking through the lobby was torture, she kept her gaze fixed ahead, imagining every person she passed could smell him on her, could see the faint stickiness at the back of her thighs.

In the elevator, she shifted her weight and felt the faint squelch between her legs. Her heart raced.

Inside her room, she peeled the dress off and stared at it, the faint dried streaks of cum near the hem, the scent still faintly musky. She collapsed onto the bed, letting the night play in her mind in perfect clarity: the taste of him down her throat, the stretch in her ass that had made her gasp, and the moment she'd whispered "I cheated..." knowing she'd already given herself away.

Her hand drifted between her thighs without thinking, fingertips brushing over her swollen, tender lips. The ache made her shiver. She fell asleep like that, not touching herself, but unable to stop remembering.

The morning came too quickly. She showered, but the soreness lingered in her muscles, a constant reminder. She dressed simply and took the folded dress to Camille's room.

Camille opened the door, still in a robe, hair messy from sleep. Veronika handed the dress over without meeting her eyes. Camille unfolded it slightly, her gaze landing on the faint crusted patch near the bottom.

A slow, knowing smirk curved her lips. "So... you did loosen up."

Veronika froze, heat rushing to her cheeks. Before she could say anything, Léa on the bed leaned forward, grinning wickedly. "So you got fucked as well last night, you dirty whore. Tell us everything..."

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