i phone Girl Part 2

After that incident i come back to my normal self,i live in a big house with my parents in a quiet neighborhood. We have a nice backyard with a swimming pool that I love using, especially on hot summer days. The pool is surrounded by tall hedges, so it feels private.

One afternoon,I changed into my bikini and headed to the pool. The water so cool and sparkling. I jumped in with a splash, and I swam laps back and forth. My long black hair got wet and stuck to my shoulders and back. Swimming always makes me feel good.

After about 30 minutes, I felt tired but refreshed. water cascading down my body in rivers. My skin glistened under the sun,water down between my breasts, and along my stomach dripping onto my chest. My nipples were hard from the cold water, poking against the thin fabric of my bikini top.I forgot to bring a towel silly me. I thought I'd just air dry a bit before going inside.

That's when I heard something. I turned around, and there he was a mike(labour), standing and looked shocked and happy that he seen me in this condition,He wore a faded shirt and old pants, carrying some tools like a hammer and a bag of nails. My dad must have called him for some repair work around the house I had no idea, his eyes widening. I froze too, suddenly feeling so exposed. Water was still dripping from my body, and I could feel the bikini fabric sticking everywhere, almost see-through now from the wetness.

I don't know if he had just arrived or if he had been watching me swim for a while.I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to cover my hard nipples, but that only pushed my boobs up more, making cleavage deeper. 'What are you doing here?' I stammered, my voice shaky. He didn't answer right away. His eyes roamed over my whole body.

He was lusting, I could tell. His gaze was intense And then I saw it the bulge in his pants. It was clear, pushing against the front, growing as he stared. His cock must be hard. I felt a rush of embarrassment.
My mom was in the kitchen, and my dad was on the terrace. he must have called him for some work, and the way to the terrace was also from here.

He finally . 'Your father called me for work. He stepped closer, eyes still locked on my body. He wanted to talk but I turned away quickly, ignoring him. 'Just. do your work,' I muttered, and hurrying towards my room Which was right next to the pool My ass swayed as I walked. I knew he was watching, I could feel his eyes on my back, on my ass cheeks .

I rushed inside, slamming the door behind me then i see through my room window that He was still there, standing by the pool,the he looked around, then grabbed my panty and bra ,both of these were lying there on the desk.

Then he went to the terrace to help my dad.
The embarrassment turned into a secret thrill.Thank god I was not alone at home,The rest of the day, I couldn't stop thinking about it.
In night he send me video with another number my bra was wrapped around his dick and he was stroking and after 5 minutes he sprayed all his cum on my panty, video was 7 minutes long and that time I was fingering too and thinking of scenario that he fucked my pussy at pool side and thinking that may be I should give him one more chance.

After 5 minutes of fingering my pussy release all fluids,I lay on bed and relax and start thinking what actually happening to me,i am the most beautiful girl in this society or may be city and there are so much handsome and rich guys i rejected and now I am thinking about mike wtf and my dad to searching a boy for marriage and if I start this affair what will happen if it comes out my whole life will be destroyed.

And Mike is not innocent guy earlier he was dominated and fuck me roughly and I am sure this time he will make my mms so i kicked this type thinking out of mind and focus on my regular work.After that, a few days passed just like that, and he kept messaging me. His messeges becoming more n more violent he got my social media pics and he stroked on that and record it and send me .

Deep down he came to realise that I will not file complaint,and its fun for me too that some cheap guy daily sending videos and text that how he fuck me ,i know he can't do anything physically.

Then, after a few days, boys families called by my dad for arranged marriage started coming to see me. Every time, we would call the labour mike to do extra work,like cleaning and serving ar bringing stuff from market.
Whenever the boy family came to see me, the meetings would last about 2–3 hours. Actually, both families would try to find out complete details about each other. One day, they came to see me on the same day I had an exam. I had stayed awake the whole night, which is normal for me. That day, I wore nice clothes and sat in front of them and started talking. But then I kept feeling sleepy again and again. My dad told them that his daughter was tired because she had her exam that day. Then everyone forced me to go and sleep, and I agreed. I immediately went to my room, changed into comfortable clothes, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep instantly.

Due to some disturbance i awake and I see labour at the door going out, I got very angry and was scolding him in a low voice because the guest was still sitting outside. I was telling him to let the guest go. “I’ll even stop you from coming into my house,” I said. He kept saying “sorry, sorry,” but I decided this time he’d gone too far and I will tell this to my dad and he actually came all the way into the room,his audacity has grown a lot.

I couldn't believe what was happening in my own room. The mike, that dirty man my family hired , had cornered me while everyone else was outside with the guests. My heart pounded as he pulled out his mobile phone and shoved it in my face. The screen lit up with pictures that made my stomach twist.

There I was, sleeping on my bed , not knowing he had sneaked in. The first photos showed my boobs. My loose t-shirt had ridden up, and he must have lifted it higher because my full boobs were exposed. The flash made everything clear my round breasts with hard nipples poking out. My face was in every shot, eyes closed, mouth slightly open. I looked so vulnerable, so unaware.

But it got worse. He scrolled to more pictures, close-ups of my lower body. I was wearing thin shorts, and he had zoomed in on the outline of my pussy through the fabric. The shape was visible, the crease between my legs captured in detail. I had no idea he was doing this while I slept. My cheeks burned with shame as I stared at the screen.

He laughed, a low, mocking sound that sent chills down my spine. Then he swiped to another photo, and I froze. It was his erect black dick, thick and veiny, pressed right against my lips. He must have pulled it out and posed it there while I was out cold. It looked like I was about to suck it, like I had invited it. My mind went blank. I felt numb, my body heavy as if I couldn't move.

'You see this, girl?' he said, his voice rough. 'If you don't do what I say, these go to your family. Your dad, your mom, everyone. Before they can touch me, it'll be all over.'

Tears welled up in my eyes. I was on the edge of crying, my throat tight. The guests were right outside in the garden, chatting with my parents. If they heard anything, my life would be over. The whole neighborhood would talk. I couldn't let that happen.

He noticed how still I was, like a statue. A smirk crossed his face, and suddenly his big hand landed on my left boob. He squeezed it hard through my t-shirt, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. I gasped and tried to push his hand away, but he was too strong. His grip was like iron, and I was no match for his muscled arm.

'Please, no,' I whispered, glancing at the door. The voices from outside filtered in laughter, clinking glasses. They couldn't know.

I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping it would make it all disappear. But his hand kept pressing, kneading my boob roughly. Then he leaned over me, his body heavy and smelling of sweat. His lips crashed against mine in a forced kiss. I turned my head, trying to dodge, but he held my chin and pulled me back. His tongue pushed into my mouth, wet and invasive.

When I kept resisting, he gave me a light slap on the cheek. It stung, not hard enough to bruise, but enough to shock me. 'Look, bitch,' he growled, his breath hot on my face. 'If you cooperate, nothing changes in your life. But if you fight, you're ruined. Everyone sees these pictures. Your fancy family, your friends—gone.'

My mind raced. I thought about screaming, running to my parents. They would beat him, take his phone, delete everything. But what if the guests heard? What if the neighbors found out? The shame would destroy us. My dad's reputation, my future all gone. I tried to stand, to shove him off, but my legs felt weak. Fear pinned me down.

Before I could move, his other hand shot between my legs. He grabbed my pussy over my shorts, his fingers pressing into the soft mound. The pressure made me sit back hard on the bed, a sharp jolt running through me. I couldn't feel my legs anymore; they went limp under his hold.

'Please, leave me alone,' I begged, my voice breaking. 'My parents' reputation is at stake. I'll give you money, anything. Just don't do this.'

He ignored me. No time for talk, he thought. He tried another kiss, but I clamped my lips shut. Frustrated, he squeezed my boob harder with one hand while his mouth attacked my lips and cheeks, leaving wet trails. His other hand stayed on my pussy, rubbing roughly over the fabric. I sat there, frozen, my mind blank as I watched him. What was he doing to me?

Then, with a quick tug, he yanked my t-shirt down. The neckline stretched, and my boobs spilled out, bare and exposed. He stared at them, his eyes wide with hunger. They were full and firm, nipples already stiff from the cool air or maybe the fear. He took a long look, like he was memorizing every curve.

This man I hated, the one who made me uncomfortable just by being around, was now right beside me on my bed. He leaned in and latched his mouth onto my right boob. His lips sucked hard on the nipple, tongue flicking over it. I felt the pull deep in my chest, a mix of disgust and unwanted tingles.

While he sucked, he fumbled with his pants. I heard the zipper, and then he pulled out his erect dick. It sprang free, thick and dark, veins bulging along the shaft. The head was swollen, a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip. I barely had time to look before he grabbed my hand and wrapped it around his hot rod.

'No, don't,' I tried to pull away, but he clamped his hand over mine, forcing me to hold it. It was so warm, pulsing in my palm, longer than I expected. Hard as rock, yet the skin slid under my fingers. He laughed at my wide eyes and went back to sucking my boob, his teeth grazing the nipple lightly.

He shifted, tilting my body toward him. My face came close to his lap, inches from that throbbing dick. His free hand slipped inside my shorts, fingers digging into my ass cheek, squeezing the flesh. He was rough, kneading it like dough.

I realized what he wanted. 'No, please,' I mumbled, but he pushed my head down. His dick hit my cheek first, the heat shocking against my skin. Then it brushed my lips, smearing a bit of that salty pre-cum. I clamped my mouth shut, but he was insistent. With a firm grip on my hair, using my long braid like a handle, he forced my lips apart.

The head pushed in, stretching my mouth. It tasted salty, musky, with a hint of sweat. The smell was strong, filling my nose. I gagged as he shoved deeper, the shaft sliding over my tongue. 'Suck it,' he ordered, lifting my head by the braid and pushing it back down.

I had no choice. My jaw ached already from the thickness. He moved me up and down, fucking my mouth slowly at first. The dick hit the back of my throat, making me choke. Tears streamed down my face, mixing with the saliva dripping from my lips. My cheeks hurt from being stretched, and my neck burned from the angle.

He groaned, thrusting harder. 'Good girl, take it all.' His hand on my ass squeezed tighter, fingers probing between the cheeks. I felt so dirty, so used, as he used my mouth like a toy. The room filled with wet slurping sounds and his heavy breathing.

Minutes felt like hours. My braid swung with each pull, and I could feel the veins on his dick pulsing against my tongue. He sped up, holding my head steady now, ramming in deep. My throat constricted around the tip, and I fought not to vomit.

Suddenly, he tensed. 'Fuck, yes,' he muttered. Hot spurts of cum flooded my mouth. It was thick, bitter, coating my tongue and shooting down my throat. He didn't pull out; he held me there, forcing me to swallow. Gulp after gulp, I took it all, the excess dribbling from the corners of my lips. He finally released me, and I gasped for air, coughing, the taste lingering.

I thought it was over, but he wasn't done. He pushed me back on the bed, his eyes on my shorts. 'Now, your pussy,' he said, reaching for the waistband. His dick was still semi-hard, slick from my mouth. He tugged at my clothes, exposing my lower half. My pussy was bare, lips slightly parted from the earlier grabbing.

He spread my legs, his rough hands on my thighs. I whimpered, trying to close them, but he was stronger. His fingers traced my slit, dipping in to feel the wetness he had forced. 'You're soaked, slut,' he lied, though fear had made my body react strangely.

He positioned himself between my legs, dick hardening again as he rubbed the head against my entrance. I felt the pressure, the threat of him pushing in. 'Please, no more,' I begged weakly, but he just grinned.

Just then, my dad's voice called from outside. 'Hey, ! Come here, we need you for something!'

He froze, cursing under his breath. Quickly, he pulled up his pants, zipping them with one hand while shoving my t-shirt back up with the other. 'This isn't over,' he whispered, leaning close. 'You better keep quiet, or those pictures go out.

The mike had taken my nude pictures earlier that day. It happened so fast Now, I was terrified. What if he shared them in the morning? My parents, my friends, the whole neighborhood would see. My reputation would be destroyed. I would never live it down.

The clock showed midnight. The house was quiet. Everyone slept my mom and dad in their room. The street outside was dark and still. Then my phone buzzed. It was a message from an unknown number. 'Come to your balcony now. Or I send the pics.'My stomach twisted. It was him. The mike. I knew his voice from earlier threats, but this was text. My hands shook as I typed back, 'Please, no. Delete them.' He replied fast Balcony. Now. Or your dad gets them first.

I had no choice. Tears filled my eyes. I slipped out of bed, wearing my thin night suit a loose top and pants made of soft cotton. The fabric clung to my body in the cool night air. I tiptoed to the balcony door, my bare feet cold on the floor. The balcony overlooked the road, with a low wall for privacy, but at night, lights from nearby houses could reveal shadows. I pushed the door open and stepped out. The midnight breeze hit my skin, making me shiver. Down below, on the side of the road, I saw him. The mike stood in the shadows, his dark figure clear under a streetlamp. He held his phone up, waving it like a weapon.

'What do you want?' I whispered, my voice barely carrying. He looked up, his face twisted in a smirk. 'Show me your boobs. Remove your top.' My breath caught. 'Here? No, please. It's midnight, but someone might see. The neighbors' He cut me off. 'Do it, or pics go out now. Your family wakes to your naked body.' I glanced around. The houses were dark, no lights on. But the cold air nipped at me, raising goosebumps on my arms. I begged, 'Please, I'll freeze. Don't make me.' He typed on his phone and sent a message. A second later, my phone buzzed with a preview—one of my nude shots. 'Next one goes to your contacts.'

My fingers trembled as I gripped the hem of my top. I pulled it over my head slowly, the fabric sliding off my skin. Now I stood in just my bra, the thin straps holding my C-cup breasts. The night air felt sharper against my bare stomach and shoulders. My nipples hardened under the bra from the chill. I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to cover up. 'Enough? Please, let me go inside.' He shook his head. 'Lower now. Pants off.' I froze. 'No, I can't. What if someone walks by? The road is right there.' The balcony was about ten feet above the ground, and the road ran close. A car could pass, or a late walker. But he was relentless. 'Pants off, or I hit send.'

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my pants. With a deep breath, I pushed them down my legs, stepping out one foot at a time. The pants pooled at my feet, and I kicked them aside. Now I was in bra and panties, my thighs exposed to the breeze. The thin panties hugged my hips, the front panel tight against my pussy mound. I scanned every corner the left side toward the neighbor's fence, the right toward the open street. No one stirred. Only the mike watched from below, his eyes locked on me. 'Good bitch' he said, his voice low but clear. 'Now the bra. Let me see those tits.'

I shook my head, arguing. 'No, please. This is too much. My breasts someone could see. It's wrong.' Tears streamed down my face. The cold made my skin prickle, and I felt so vulnerable, half-naked on my own balcony. He raised his phone. 'Remove it, or everyone get the nudes. Imagine them seeing your pussy spread.' I sobbed quietly, my hands reaching behind my back. The clasp unhooked with a soft snap. I held the bra in place for a moment, then let it fall. My breasts bounced free, full and round, nipples stiff in the air. They swayed slightly as I moved, the cool wind teasing the sensitive tips. I covered them with my arms, but he barked, 'Hands down. Show me.'

Reluctantly, I dropped my arms. My boobs stood out, pale in the dim light from the streetlamp. He stared up, licking his lips. 'Nice. Now the panties. All off.' I gasped. 'Everything? No, I can't be fully naked here. Please, have mercy.' The argument was pointless. He started typing, pretending to send. 'Stop! Okay, okay.' My fingers shook as I slid the panties down. They slipped over my hips, past my thighs, and dropped to the floor. Now I was completely nude on the balcony. My pussy was bare, lips closed tight from the cold., trimmed short. My ass cheeks clenched against the breeze. I stood there, exposed, checking again no one around except him.

That's when I heard it. A sound, It came from a little far away, to the right. I turned my head and saw it the boys' hostel. It was about some meters down the road, a three-story building with balconies on each floor. Lights flickered in some windows, even at midnight. On the nearest balcony, shadows moved. Then I saw them boys, maybe 15 or 20, gathered there. They were students, probably sneaking a late smoke or chat. The distance made my face a blur to them, but they could see the shape of a naked woman on our balcony. They knew which house was mine Whispers carried faintly, and I saw phones raised.

'Oh god, no,' I whispered to the mike. 'There are boys watching from the hostel. They can see my body. Please, it's more than enough. Let me go inside.' My voice cracked with panic. I tried to hide behind the wall, but it was low, only reaching my waist. My upper body stayed visible. The mike laughed softly. 'Let them watch. You look hot like that. Now, finger your pussy. Make yourself cum. Rub until you release your juices. Can't go until you do.' I stared at him in horror. 'What? Here? With them watching? No, please. That's insane.' But he held up the phone again. 'Do it, or pics everywhere. Finger that wet slit.'

I had no way out. My reputation hung by a thread. With shaking hands, I reached down. My fingers touched my pussy lips, cold and dry at first. The boys' murmurs grew they noticed the movement. I spread my legs a bit, the air hitting my inner thighs. One finger slid along the slit, up to my clit. It was small, hidden, but I circled it slowly. Shame burned my face. Why was my body reacting? The fear mixed with the exposure, and a tiny wetness built. I rubbed faster, pressing the clit hood. My other hand gripped the railing for support. My breasts jiggled with each motion, nipples aching in the wind.

From the hostel, excited voices rose. 'Look at her!' one shouted, . Phones flashed—cameras recording. Lights blinked as they zoomed in. They couldn't see my face clearly, thank god, but my nude form was clear the curve of my hips, my hand working between my legs, ass cheeks flexing. I closed my eyes, trying to block it out. But I had to obey. Two fingers now, dipping into my pussy. It grew slick, juices coating my skin. I pumped them in and out, the wet sounds faint but real. My clit throbbed under my thumb. The mike watched, stroking himself through his pants below.

The build-up was slow, forced. My breaths came in gasps, the cold air making my skin tight. Legs trembled as I fingered deeper, hitting that inner spot. The boys cheered quietly, more flashes. I imagined their eyes on my exposed pussy, lips parting with each thrust. Humiliation fueled the heat. Finally, it hit—a wave crashing. My body shook, pussy clenching around my fingers. Juices leaked down from my pussy.

'Good,' the mike said. 'Now go.' I didn't wait. I grabbed my clothes in a bundle and ran inside, slamming the door. My heart pounded as I dove into bed, burying my face in the pillow. Tears soaked the fabric. Outside, I peeked through the curtain flashes still lit the night from the hostel. They had recorded it all. My nude body masturbating on the balcony, blurred face but clear actions. I curled up, naked and cold, praying no one recognized the house.

Morning came too soon. I woke with dread, checking my phone. No messages from the mike yet. I dressed quickly, avoiding the mirror. My body felt dirty, marked by the night. Downstairs, breakfast was normal. Mom asked why I looked tired. 'Bad sleep,' I lied. But as I scrolled social media during coffee, horror struck. A video popped up in a local group—'Hot girl caught naked on balcony!' It was me. The footage was shaky, from a phone zoom. My breasts bounced, hand blurred between legs, ass visible as I turned. The face was out of focus, just a shadow. Comments exploded: 'Who is she?' 'Damn, look at that pussy play.' 'Near the boys' hostel?'

It had gone viral overnight, shared across apps. Thousands of views. My stomach dropped. But thank god, no one pinned the location. The video didn't show the house number or street sign. The mike must have stayed quiet. The boys probably just didn't care. Still, fear gnawed at me. What if someone connected it?
The mike called me on the phone, his voice rough and demanding. Come here now,he said. I didn't want to, but he had those photos of me, My heart pounded as I walked to where he waited. He stood in front of his old van, 'Drive the van,' he ordered. I hesitated, but he grabbed my arm hard, twisting it until I nodded. I climbed into the driver's seat, my hands shaking on the wheel. He sat next to me in the passenger seat, his body close, smelling of sweat and dirt.

As I started the engine and pulled onto the road, I begged him. 'Please, stop this. Delete the photos. I won't tell anyone.' My voice cracked, tears already building in my eyes. He laughed, a low, mean sound. Without a word, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his long cock. It hung there, thick and veiny, already half-hard. 'Hold it,' he said, grabbing my wrist. 'No!' I shouted, pulling away. But he yanked my hand over, forcing my fingers around his shaft. 'Refuse again, and those photos go everywhere. Your family, your friends, everyone sees you naked and begging.'

I felt tears hot on my face. He wouldn't let go. He guided my left hand up and down his cock while I drove with my right. It grew in my grip, swelling bigger, the skin hot and pulsing. By the time it stood fully erect, he had unbuttoned his pants completely and shoved them down to his ankles. No underwear, just his heavy balls hanging free. His cock was massive, at least nine inches, thick as my wrist, with a bulbous head leaking precum.

I kept driving, the road blurring through my tears, one hand on the wheel, the other stroking his cock as he demanded. Up and down, feeling it throb. 'Faster,' he growled, and I obeyed, my arm aching. The van bumped along the empty road, but we were getting closer to my neighborhood. My stomach twisted in fear. After a few minutes, he leaned back. Stop the van. Park in that corner. I pulled over to a dark spot by the roadside, hidden by bushes but still too close to houses. My home wasn't far maybe a ten-minute walk. What if someone saw?

He didn't wait. His hands grabbed my top, ripping it up over my head. The fabric tore a little at the seams, and he threw it into the back seat. I crossed my arms over my bra, but he slapped my hands away. Take off your jeans,he said. I fumbled with the button, sobbing, sliding them down my legs. He watched, his cock twitching. 'Now the bra.' I shook my head, crying harder. 'Please, no.' He reached over and pinched my nipple through the fabric, twisting until I yelped. 'Do it, or I drag you out naked.' With trembling fingers, I unhooked the bra and let it fall, my breasts exposed, nipples hardening in the cool air.

'Suck my cock,' he commanded, pushing my head down toward his lap. I wanted this nightmare to end fast, so I leaned over, my lips parting. I took the head into my mouth, tasting the salty precum. It was so big, stretching my jaw. I bobbed slowly, sucking as best I could. But he grabbed my hair, yanking hard. 'Deeper, bitch.' He thrust up, shoving more into my mouth. I gagged, my throat closing around the intrusion. Spit drooled down my chin as he forced it further, hitting the back of my throat. I couldn't breathe, choking sounds escaping as he held me there, fucking my face roughly.

Tears streamed down my face, mixing with the saliva. He pounded harder,hands pushing at his thighs, but he was too strong. When I felt him tense, his cock swelling even more, he pulled my head up. Panties off. Now.' Still coughing, I was in jeans but they were off but my panties He snatched them and tossed them out the open window, laughing as they fluttered into the bushes.

'Back to sucking,' he said, shoving me down again. I resumed, my throat raw, gagging with each thrust. He face-fucked me mercilessly, grunting like an animal. After what felt like forever, he groaned. 'Get in the back. He opened the sliding door to the rear of the van,Lie down, legs out.I crawled back there, my body shaking, lying on the dirty floor mat with my legs dangling outside the door. He climbed over me, lifting my ankles and draping them over his broad shoulders. My pussy was exposed, vulnerable.

He spat on his hand, rubbing the saliva over his cock, making it slick. Then he pressed the head against my pussy lips, rubbing up and down. I whimpered, 'Please, don't. Use a condom.' He ignored me, lining up and pushing. The size was impossible too big, too dry despite the spit. I screamed as the head forced its way in, stretching me painfully. 'Shut up,' he snarled, clamping a hand over my mouth. He rammed half his length inside with a brutal thrust, my walls tearing in protest. I bucked, trying to escape, but he held my legs tight.

The pain was fire, burning through me. He bent forward, his weight pinning me, and grabbed my breasts, squeezing them hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh. Bruises would form later, I knew. With one final, savage push, he buried his cock fully inside, balls slapping against my ass. I screamed into his hand, tears flooding my eyes. He didn't pause, didn't care about my sobs. He started pounding, each thrust violent, his hips slamming into mine. The van rocked with the force, creaking on its shocks.

'Fuck, you're tight,' he muttered, his rough hands mauling my tits, pinching nipples until they throbbed. He leaned down and bit one, teeth sinking in, He fucked me relentlessly, the head of his cock battering my cervix with every deep plunge. Pain mixed with a forced friction, my body betraying me with unwanted wetness. But mostly pain raw, tearing pain.

We were so close to my home. What if a neighbor walked by? Terror made me compliant, urging him on silently, just to end it. He kept going for what seemed like hours, but he said twenty minutes. Sweat dripped from his body onto mine, his grunts filling the van. He sucked on my breasts, leaving red marks Finally, he tensed, thrusting deeper. 'Take it, slut.' Hot spurts of cum flooded my pussy, filling me, leaking out around his shaft. I felt the warmth spreading inside, unwanted and violating.

He pulled out with a wet pop, cum dripping from my abused hole. But he wasn't finished. 'Out,' he barked, dragging me by the arm. I stumbled naked into the dirt beside the van, the ground rough on my bare feet. He bent me over the hood, my breasts pressing cold against the metal. The bonnet was warm from the engine, but it didn't help. He kicked my legs apart and placed his left foot on the bumper for leverage. His cock, still semi-hard and slick with cum and my juices, prodded my pussy from behind.

'Please, no more,' I begged, but he slapped my ass hard, the sting making me yelp. Red handprints bloomed on my skin. He thrust in again, easier this time with the lubrication of his previous load. But still rough, still violent. He gripped my hips, nails digging in, and fucked me like a ragdoll. Each slam jolted my body forward, my clit grinding against the edge of the hood. Pain radiated from my core, my pussy swollen and sore. He reached around, fingers roughly rubbing my clit, forcing sparks of unwanted pleasure through the agony.

He pounded harder, his balls slapping my thighs, the sound obscene in the quiet night. 'Scream louder, let everyone hear,' he taunted, but I bit my lip, stifling cries. Fear of discovery kept me quiet. He grew tired after endless minutes, sweat pouring off him, but he didn't stop until he came again. Another flood of cum deep inside, mixing with the first, overflowing and running down my legs. He pulled out, panting, and shoved his cock toward my face. 'Clean it.' Cum and pussy juices coated it, but I opened my mouth, sucking obediently, tasting the bitter mix while gagging on the remnants.

He collapsed against the van, breathing heavy, his cock softening. I stood there, shivering, cum trickling from my pussy, bruises forming on my breasts and ass. After a few minutes, he sat up. 'Get your top.' I grabbed it from the back seat, pulling it over my head, the fabric sticking to my sweaty skin. I reached for my jeans, but he kicked them away. 'No. Drive like that.' I pleaded, 'Please, let me wear them.' He shook his head.

Trembling, I climbed back into the driver's seat, the long top barely reaching my thighs. I tugged it down, trying to hide my bare pussy and the cum still leaking out, staining the seat. He sat beside me and I Start driving towards home.

We drove in the van, heading straight toward my home. The engine hummed along the quiet road, but my body still hurt from what he did to me earlier. Cum leaked from my pussy and ass, soaking into the seat beneath me. I pulled my long top down hard, trying to cover my bare thighs, but it barely hid anything. No panties, just the rough jeans he finally let me pull on after begging. They chafed against my sore skin, every bump in the road making me wince. He sat next to me, one hand on the wheel—no, I was driving, my hands shaking on the steering. His other hand kept reaching over, grabbing my boobs through the top. He squeezed them rough, pinching my nipples until they burned. 'Nice tits,' he muttered, twisting harder. I bit my lip to stop from crying out. The smell of his semen clung to me. It filled the van, a constant reminder of his cum inside me.

I couldn't take it anymore. As we got closer to my neighborhood, houses starting to appear on the sides, I turned to him. 'Please,' I begged, my voice small and broken. 'If you want to fuck me again, you can. Just don't make me do it in front of strangers. Don't expose me like this.' My heart raced. My home was right there, just a few blocks away. If any relative saw me my mom, dad, or worse, a cousin—half-dressed and smelling like sex, it would ruin everything. They'd know something bad happened. I pressed my thighs together, feeling the sticky mess between my legs. 'I can still smell your semen on me. Please, just drop me off quietly.
He glanced at me, his eyes narrowing, but then he smirked. 'Okay, fine. I'm glad you're learning your place.' His hand left my boob, but he slapped my thigh hard instead, the sting making me jump. Relief washed over me, mixed with shame. At least he wouldn't drag me out naked in public. We pulled up to the corner near my house, hidden by a tall fence. He stopped the van no, I parked it, my hands trembling as I turned off the engine. 'Get out,' he said. But before I could move, he grabbed my arm. 'One more thing.' His face turned dark, anger flashing in his eyes.

Just then, I saw it.a boy with torn clothes walking up to my front door. He looked like a worker, dirty shirt hanging loose, pants ragged. He knocked, and the door opened. My mom let him in. The mike's face twisted in shock. 'Who the fuck is that?' he snarled, gripping my arm tighter, nails digging into my skin.

Probably just a worker,' I said quickly, my voice shaking. 'For some job at the house. Fixing something, maybe.'

His eyes went wide with fury. He slapped me hard across the face, the crack echoing in the van. My cheek burned'Your father always called me for any work! What did you do, bitch?' He slapped me again, harder, my head snapping to the side.

I sobbed, holding my face. 'I... I told my dad not to call you again His face turned red, veins bulging in his neck. 'You got me fired? That job was my money! Now I'm gonna leak your nudes everywhere. Your whole family sees you naked, spread open like a whore.' He pulled out his phone, thumb hovering over the send button. Those photos the ones from before, me forced and exposed flashed in my mind.

'No! Please!' I grabbed his hand, begging on my knees in the seat. 'I'll do anything. Delete them, or... or don't send. Just tell me what to do.'

He laughed, cold and mean. 'Anything? Good. Now I want you to fuck that guy. The new worker. Let him fuck your holes. It's your punishment for stealing my work.' I stared at him, shocked. 'What? Why? What do you get out of it?'

'Your pain,' he said, shoving me back. 'And proof. If you call any guy for work from now on, you fuck him too. Next time, call me back. And if you don't send me videos of you getting fucked by this one, your nudes go out tonight.' He opened the door and pushed me out hard, my body tumbling onto the grass. The van door slammed, and he drove off, tires screeching.

I stood up, brushing dirt from my jeans, face throbbing from the slaps. Cum still dripped down my legs, the smell strong. My home loomed ahead, lights on inside. I walked up, trying to act normal, but my top was wrinkled, hair messed up. I slipped in through the side door, hearing voices in the kitchen. Mom was talking to the worker, something about cleaning the garage.

He was there when I peeked in tall, skinny, skin dark from sun, clothes torn and dirty. Uneducated, probably, with rough hands. His eyes locked on me as I passed, lingering on my body. I wasn't 100% put together top stained, jeans tight on my ass, which everyone said was my best part. It curved out nice, filling the denim perfectly. He stared, lust clear in his gaze, like he wanted to grab me right then.

I hurried to my room, heart pounding. This wasn't a big deal, I told myself. He seemed innocent enough, just a poor guy working. But the mike's threat hung over me. Videos? Fuck him? Terror twisted in my gut. How do I even start this? I can't just say it. Mom would hear.

I made a plan. I called out to Mom from my room. 'Mom! When you're done with the cleaning guy, send him to my room. I need help with something too. Like, organizing my closet or whatever.'

Okay, honey,' she yelled back. 'He's almost done in the garage.

Hours passed wait, no, it felt like hours, but maybe just one.i opened the door a crack so he directly come inside. then slipped into the attached bathroom. Stupid, but part of the plan. I stripped off my clothes, the top and jeans falling to the floor. Cum crusted on my thighs, but I ignored it. The shower turned on, hot water cascading over my skin.

I started slow, washing my hair, letting soap bubbles run down my back. Then my hands moved to my boobs, lathering them up, fingers circling my nipples. They hardened under the touch, sore from the mike's grabs. I arched a bit, knowing the window gave a view if he peeked. Water hit my pussy next, the stream pounding my clit. I spread my legs, soaping my folds, fingers slipping inside to clean the mess. Water dripped everywhere, steam filling the air. I moaned softly, pretending, but really building the show. If he watched, he'd be hooked.

After a few minutes, I peeked through the curtain. There he was, at the window, pants down, hand stroking his cock. It was hard, dark and thick, veins bulging. He jerked fast, eyes glued to me.

Perfect. I shut off the water and stepped out, naked, water still dripping from my body. I grabbed a towel—no, the bathrobe. But first, I flung open the bathroom door. 'You pervert! How dare you peek at me through the window?'

He jumped back, stuffing his cock away, face red. 'Mam, sorry! I was sent here for cleaning. Your mom said...'

'How long have you been peeping?' I demanded, standing there naked for a second before grabbing the bathrobe. Water pooled on the floor.

'When I came, mam. You were bathing, like 10 minutes. I couldn't help it.'

I tied the robe loose, the front gaping a bit, showing cleavage. My body still glistened. 'Don't you focus on your work properly? Pervert.'

'Really sorry, mam. Since morning, I've been doing jobs. It was a weird day. Hot, tiring.'

I stepped closer, anger fake now. 'Now I need to complain. Your life is finished. Boss will fire you, police maybe.'

He dropped to his knees, crying. Tears streaked his dirty face. 'No, mam! Please! I do everything, but don't complain. I need this job. Family to feed.'

Everything? Good. I grabbed his shirt, pulling him up and pushing him inside the room. The door clicked shut. 'Mam, what are you doing? I am sorry for what happened.'

'Shhh, shut up!' I hissed, my face inches from his. 'Didn't you say you do everything?' Lust from the plan mixed with my own fear, turning real. I leaned in and bit his lower lip, hard enough to draw a gasp.

'Mam, what are you doing?!' He pulled back, but his eyes darted to my robe, where it slipped open.

I held his head with both hands, forcing our lips together. My tongue pushed in, kissing deep, smooching wet and hungry. He froze at first, then his hands came up, pressing my boobs through the robe. My pussy throbbed, wet from the shower and now this.

I broke away, dragging him to the bed by his shirt. He stumbled after me. I shoved him down, flat on his back. Then I climbed on top, straddling his hips. The robe fell open, my naked body exposed. Boobs hanging free, pussy brushing his bulge. 'Today, whatever I say, you listen. Or else, I'll complain that you tried to abuse me. Tried to molest me in my room.

He nodded, eyes wide, cock straining against his pants. 'Yes, mam. Anything.'

I reached down, unzipping him rough. His dick sprang outthick,smelling of sweat. Not as big as the mike's, but hard and ready. I gripped it, stroking once, then lifted my hips. No waiting. I lined up and sank down, his cock sliding into my pussy. Still sore from before, it hurt a bit, but I rode anyway. Up and down, grinding my clit on his base. 'Fuck, yes,' I whispered, taking control.

To prove it to the mike, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand. Hidden face angle just right, showing my pussy swallowing his dick, boobs bouncing. Snap, snap. Videos too, short clips of me riding, his grunts. I'd send later, blurred my face.

He stared up, amazed. 'Mam, you're so beautiful. Never seen a woman like you.' His hands gripped my ass, helping me bounce. In five minutes, he tensed. 'Mam, I'm... ah!' He sprayed cum, hot jets hitting my walls. But I stood quick, pulling off. Semen splattered my thighs, not entering deep. Good, no risk.

He lay there, panting, happy and satisfied. The bathrobe hung open on my shoulders. After 5-10 minutes, he sat up, eyes hungry again. He leaned in for a smooch, hands reaching for my boobs.

'No!' I slapped his hand away, tying the robe tight. 'It's over now. Get out of my room.'

He blinked, shocked. 'But mam... that was... I want more. Please.'

'Strictly no. It's done. Leave, or I complain.' We argued, voices low so Mom wouldn't hear. Five minutes of back and forth—him begging, me denying. 'You're so gorgeous, standing there. Just once more.'

That did it. His face changed, temper snapping. He lunged, grabbing my arms. 'Enough!' He threw me onto the bed, hard. My head bounced, robe ripping open as I landed on my back. 'Stop! What are you doing?' I screamed, pushing at his chest. But he was stronger, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand.

'You think you control me? bitch!' He slapped my face, the sting sharp. His other hand yanked the robe completely off, leaving me naked. I kicked, legs flailing, but he forced my thighs apart with his knees. 'No! Get off!' Itwisting.

He laughed, mean now. 'You started this, slut. Now I finish.' His cock, hard again from the argument, prodded my pussy. No lube, just force. He thrust in brutal, the head tearing past my lips. I screamed, the pain fresh my hole still raw. 'It hurts! Stop!'

'Shut up!' He slapped me again, harder, my lip splitting. He pushed deeper, half his length buried, stretching me wide. I bucked, trying to throw him off, but he leaned his weight down, crushing my boobs under his chest. His hands mauled them, squeezing until bruises formed, nails scratching the skin red.

With a grunt, he slammed the rest in, balls slapping my ass. 'Tight pussy, whore.' He started fucking, violent thrusts, hips pounding like a hammer. Each one jolted my body, the bed creaking loud. I sobbed, tears streaming, 'Please, no more!' But he ignored, biting my neck hard, teeth sinking in.

He fucked me for 30 minutes straight, no mercy. Sweat poured off him, dripping on my face. His cock battered my insides, hitting deep, forcing unwanted wetness. 'Take it, bitch! You like it rough.' He abused me with word 'Dirty slut, begging for black cock.' Racist shit, but he spat it out, making me feel smaller.

He flipped me suddenly, yanking my hips up. Doggy now, ass in the air. He slapped my cheeks, hard smacks echoing. Red welts rose. Then he rammed back in, fucking faster. One hand pulled my hair, arching my back. The other reached around, fingers pinching my clit rough, making me yelp.

Pain everywhere pussy burning, boobs throbbing, face swollen. I clawed the sheets, begging, 'Cum already! End it!' But he laughed, pounding harder. Finally, after endless minutes, he growled. 'Here it comes, whore.' Hot cum flooded my pussy, pulse after pulse, filling me deep. He kept thrusting through it, milking every drop.

Not done. He pulled out, cum leaking from my hole. 'Clean it.' He grabbed my hair, forcing my head down. His cock, slick with cum and my juices, shoved into my mouth. 'Suck!' I gagged, the taste disgusting—salty semen, my own tang, his sweat. He face-fucked me rough, head hitting my throat. I choked, spit bubbling, but he held me there. 'Swallow it all, bitch.'

After a few thrusts, he pulled out, smearing the mess on my face. Then he stood, zipping up quick. 'Thanks for the fuck.' He ran out, door slamming, leaving me curled on the bed, body wrecked.
I lay there, sobbing, cum dripping from my pussy and mouth.
I clean myself and go to sleep for some rest
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The next day, he called me again. My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I saw his name on the screen. I picked up,Don't call me so often,' I said, keeping my voice low. 'The neighbors might find out about us. They'll start talking.' But he just laughed'Who cares?' he replied. I grabbed my keys and started my bike, heading to the spot where he said he'd wait. It was just a quiet street corner, away from prying eyes. When I got there, He climbed on the back of my bike without a word, his body pressing close to mine. His hands wrapped around my waist right away,
His fingers found my boobs through my shirt, squeezing hard. I gasped and swerved a little. 'Stop it!' I yelled over the noise of the bike. 'We're in public! People will see!' But he didn't listen. His mouth came to my neck, kissing and biting the skin there. I tried to shake him off, but his grip tightened. We were riding past the back of the boys' hostel now.

Pull over,he whispered in my ear, his breath hot. 'Let's do it right here in the field.' I shook my head, nervous as hell. The area behind the hostel was open, with tall grass and bushes that could hide us, but it was still risky. Guys from the hostel walked around here all the time. But he was desperate

We stopped in a thick cluster of bushes, hidden from the main path but not completely safe. I turn off the engine and got off, my legs shaky. 'I'm not lying down,' I told him firmly. 'The ground is dirty. I'll get soil all over my clothes and skin.he kicked off his shoes and yanked down his shorts in one quick move. His cock free, already hard and pointing straight up. He lay back on the grass, not caring about the dirt sticking to his back. Come on then,' he said, stroking himself slowly. 'Ride me

I hesitated, glancing around. The bushes rustled in the breeze, and I swore I heard footsteps nearby. But his eyes locked on mine, demanding. With a deep breath, I unbuttoned my shorts and slid them down my legs, along with my panties. positioning myself over his lap. His cock looked huge from this angle, thick and veined, the tip glistening with pre-cum. I reached down, wrapping my fingers around the base, feeling it throb in my hand. Slowly, I guided it to my entrance, rubbing the head against my folds to slick it up.

My legs trembled as I lowered myself. Gravity did most of the work, pulling my heavy ass down onto him. The stretch was intense his cock filling me inch by inch until I was fully seated, my pussy lips stretched tight around him. 'Aaaahhh, fuck,', the sound escaping before I could stop it. It hurt a little at first, but the fullness sent sparks through my body. I started moving, lifting my hips and dropping back down in a slow rhythm. Jumping on him but it felt good, his cock hitting deep inside me with each bounce.

He watched me with hungry eyes, his hands on my thighs. 'Take off your top,' he ordered after a few minutes. I was lost in the heat, sweat beading on my skin, so I didn't think twice. I pulled my shirt over my head and unhooked my bra, tossing them aside. My boobs spilled out, heavy and bouncing as I rode him harder. He grabbed one, squeezing the soft flesh and rolling the nipple between his fingers. The other one jiggled freely, the motion making my whole body tingle.

I could hear distant voices from the hostelguys shouting, maybe playing some game but it only added to the thrill. My pussy clenched around his cock as I picked up speed, grinding down to feel him rub against that spot inside me. He groaned, thrusting up to meet my movements, his hips bucking. 'That's it,' he muttered. 'Fuck.' I did, my ass slapping against his thighs, the wet sounds of my pussy taking him filling the air.

Fifteen minutes in, and I was starting to build toward something real, my clit throbbing from the friction. But then he grabbed my waist with both hands, his fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. He held me still and thrust up sharply, two, three times, deep and forceful. I cried out, caught off guard. Suddenly, he tensed, his cock pulsing inside me. Hot spurts of cum flooded my pussy, filling me up as he sprayed everything he had. I felt it leak out around him, warm and sticky on my thighs. But just like that, it was over. He relaxed back, breathing heavy, a satisfied smirk on his face.
But then, voices shattered the moment. Four guys from the boys' hostel stumbled upon us. They were Sam, Aron,ken, and dean lways leering at me during classes, whispering dirty thigs.

The first guy, Sam, stepped forward, his face twisted in shock and fury. He was the tallest, with a muscular build , and his voice boomed like thunder. 'You fucking with your servant in the open? What the hell, ? Everyone knows you're the hottest girl in town, and you're wasting it on that lowlife?'

I pulled away from mike, wiping my mouth, my heart racing. Mike bolted, leaving me alone with these predators. 'Leave me alone, Sam! This is none of your business!'

But Sam grabbed my arm, yanking me to my feet. His grip was iron-tight, bruising my skin. He leaned in close, his breath hot on my face, smelling of cheap cigarettes. 'Oh, it's our business now, slut. You've been teasing us for months walking around in those tight skirts, bending over in class. Now we've caught you red-handed. This is perfect.

Aron , the second guy, a skinny but wiry bastard with a permanent smirk, circled me like a shark. 'You bitch, where will you run after waking up our desires? We'll show you your place. You've been acting all high and mighty, but deep down, you're just a cock-hungry whore.'

I tried to pull away from Sam, but he held firm. 'Hey, watch your language, aron! Just shut up, okay? Let me go!'

Before I could say another word or scream for help, Sam clamped his large hand over my mouth, muffling my voice. His palm tasted salty against my lips, and I struggled, kicking at his legs. But he was too strong, pinning me against a tree. The bark scraped my back through my thin t-shirt. Panic surged through me as the others closed in, their hands groping my sides, my ass.

Ken, the third guy, a dark-skinned brute with a thick beard, laughed cruelly. He was the quiet one usually, but now his eyes gleamed with sadistic glee. 'Your place is to sit on our cocks, you whore. Don't climb on our heads like you're better than us. We've watched you strip in your balcony that one night—flashing your tits to the whole damn street. You think we forgot?'

They didn't waste time. Dean, the fourth guy, short but stocky with tattoos peeking from his sleeves, grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and ripped it upward. The fabric tore easily, exposing my bra-less chest. My full tits bounced free, nipples hardening in the cool air despite my fear. Sam and Aron dove in like starving animals, each latching onto one of my tits. Sam sucked hard on my left nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud before biting down sharply. Pain shot through me, and I whimpered into his hand. Aron mirrored him on the right, biting even harder, twisting the flesh between his teeth until I felt tears well up. 'Mmmph! Stop!' I tried to scream, but it came out as muffled nonsense.

Ken unzipped his pants right there in the open field, pulling out his cock—thick and veined, already leaking pre-cum. He was the roughest of them, and without a word, he forced Sam's hand away just enough to shove his cock right into my mouth. The head hit the back of my throat, making me gag violently. Saliva dripped down my chin as he held my head still, fucking my face with short, brutal thrusts. 'Suck it, whore.

I had no choice. If I bit him, they'd probably beat me senseless. So, I started sucking like a proper slut, my lips sealing around his shaft. I swirled my tongue along the underside, hollowing my cheeks to take him deeper. He groaned, his hips bucking faster. The others kept mauling my tits, pinching and pulling until they were red and swollen. Ken's cock throbbed in my mouth, and after a few minutes of my reluctant but skilled blowjob, he exploded. Hot, thick cum shot out in ropes, coating my face—splattering my cheeks, lips, and even my eyes. It burned slightly, sticky and degrading.

He pulled out, panting, and grabbed my discarded t-shirt. Roughly, he wiped the mess off my face, smearing it into my skin like lotion. Then, without warning, he crushed his mouth against mine, kissing me deeply. His tongue forced its way in, tasting of salt and dominance. I gagged on the flavor of his own cum mixed with my saliva, but he didn't care, biting my lower lip until I tasted blood.

Aron stepped back, adjusting his pants. 'Let's take her to our hostel. More privacy there. We can really break this bitch in.'

I spat out the taste of ken, shaking my head. 'No, you bastards! Finish whatever you want here and let me go! I won't tell anyone!'

Dean shoved the cum-stained t-shirt back over my head, the fabric clinging wetly to my abused tits. 'Shut up and put this on. Come with us quietly. If you make any noise, the whole boys' group will tear your pussy apart. Imagine twenty cocks lining up to ruin you. So just be our good little whore, or we'll make sure everyone sees the video we're about to record.'

Video? My stomach dropped. They had their phones out already, capturing the whole thing from the field. Blackmail. That's what this was—pure, twisted blackmail. Sam released my mouth but kept a hand on my shoulder, steering me like property. We walked across the campus to the boys' hostel, my legs shaky. Every step, the t-shirt rubbed against my sore nipples, a constant reminder. As we entered the dimly lit corridors, heads turned. Dozens of boys lounged around, their eyes locking onto me with raw lust. Whispers followed: 'Is that nidi? What's she doing with them?' 'Look at her tits poking through that shirt.' 'Bet they're gonna fuck her senseless.' I kept my head down, cheeks burning, praying no one would interfere. But no one did—these guys ruled this place.

They pushed me into their cramped room at the end of the hall, slamming the door and locking it. The space was a mess: unmade beds, posters of naked women, empty beer cans. There were four of them total, all stripping off their shirts to reveal sweaty, toned bodies. Sam, the leader; Aron, the talker; krn, the biter; dean, the enforcer.

Aron shoved me down onto the thin mattress on the floor. 'See now, your real place, you motherfucking bitch. On your back, legs spread for us.'

Ken smirked, looming over me. 'Bitch, don't teach us. We know you're a slut. Every time you pass us in the hall, you sway those hips. And earlier that day, you stripped naked in the balcony—tits out, pussy flashing for the world. We jerked off to that memory a hundred times.'

Sam, the first guy, cracked his knuckles, his eyes dark with intent. He was the one who'd started this, and now he wanted to claim first rights. 'Today you'll get fucked hard by our cocks, you whore. Starting with me. I've dreamed of pounding that tight body since day one.'

I scrambled back, but there was nowhere to go. 'You all are going to be in trouble! My family will find out, the police—'

Sam's hand flew out, slapping me hard across the face. The sting exploded on my cheek, stars bursting in my vision. 'Shut up, bitch!' he snarled. 'No one's coming to save you. We've got the video from outside. One click, and it's everywhere—your reputation as the town slut sealed forever.'

The slap dazed me, but they didn't stop. Dean and Arongrabbed my arms, pinning them above my head, while Sam and ken worked on my clothes. Sam yanked the t-shirt off again, tossing it aside. Then he unbuttoned my shorts, ripping them down along with my panties. I was naked now, exposed under their hungry gazes. My pussy, still wet from earlier with mike, glistened shamefully. 'Look at that,' Sam growled. 'She's already soaked. The whore wants it.'

They descended like wolves. Sam started at my neck, kissing and sucking hard, leaving purple marks that would bruise. Aron moved to my thighs, biting the soft flesh inside, making me squirm. Ken went back to my tits, sucking one nipple while pinching the other viciously. Dean kissed my stomach, his tongue dipping into my navel before trailing lower. Every part of my body was under assault—lips, teeth, hands groping, squeezing. I twisted and fought, but four against one was hopeless. 'Get off me! You pigs!' I yelled, but it only made them laugh.

After what felt like an eternity of their mouths devouring me, they stripped fully. Cocks sprang out—Sam's was the biggest, long and thick, veins pulsing; Aron's curved wickedly; ken's dark and girthy; deans average but rock-hard. Sam lay down first on the bed, his cock standing straight up like a challenge. 'Sit on it, slut,' he commanded. Aron and dean hauled me up, positioning me over Sam's hips. I resisted, but ken slapped my ass hard, forcing me down.

His cock speared into my pussy in one brutal thrust. I cried out, the stretch burning despite my wetness. 'Aaaahhh!' Sam grabbed my waist, slamming me down fully until his balls pressed against my ass. Aron yanked my hair back, exposing my throat, and kissed me roughly, his tongue raping my mouth. Then he pulled out his thick black cock—wait, Aron's wasn't black, but it felt massive—and shoved it between my lips. 'Suck, bitch!' I gagged as he fucked my throat, tears streaming.

From behind, ken squeezed my tits brutally, twisting the nipples until I screamed around Aron's cock. I was completely helpless, impaled on Sam's dick while the others used my mouth and chest. In my mind, I cursed them all—'Fucking bastards, rapist scum!'—but my body jolted with each movement. Sam thrust upward, making me bounce wildly. Just one powerful pump from him sent shockwaves through me, and then he rammed harder, downward from my perspective as I rode him unwillingly. His cock hit deep, bruising my cervix. 'Take it, whore! This is what you get for teasing.'

They rotated, taking turns. Ken pulled out of my mouth for a kiss, his beard scratching my face, then Aron took a turn shoving his cock down my throat. Dean groped my ass, fingering my hole roughly. Sam kept pounding from below, his hands slapping my thighs red. The room filled with wet slaps, grunts, and my muffled sobs.

Sam's cock was huge—normal size? No, it was massive, stretching me to the limit. But the fucking hurt at first, then turned into a twisted ache. He didn't last long in this position, his control slipping. With a roar, he thrust up one last time and came, flooding my pussy with hot spurts. Cum leaked out around his shaft as he held me down. 'Fuck, that's good. Next guy, you come now.'

He pushed me off roughly, his cum dripping down my thighs. Ken took his place immediately, lying back and pulling me onto his cock. He thrust his entire length into my cum-slick pussy as soon as I was positioned. 'My godsss!' The girth made it impossible to breathe; it felt like he was splitting me in two. I clung to all three—them surrounding me—my hands gripping Sam's arm, aron's shoulder,dean's waist. I couldn't tell whose rough hand was mauling my tits, pinching and slapping them in rhythm with the fucks.

Ken started pounding hard, his hips snapping up brutally. 'Uhhhh, ahhhh!' My body rocked, tits jiggling wildly. He was relentless, grunting with each slam. 'You like that, slut? Our cocks owning your holes.' My breaths came heavy and ragged, chest heaving as sweat poured off us. The pain mixed with unwanted sparks of pleasure, my pussy clenching despite myself. After what seemed like forever, he discharged too, pumping more cum into me until it overflowed.

Now it was Aron's turn, the second guy, but he'd been waiting savagely. Sam and ken grabbed a belt from the floor, tying my hands behind my back tightly, the leather biting into my wrists. They pulled me to my knees, and Aron slapped my face again, the crack echoing. 'Bitch, now I'll take you with full pleasure. What a piece you are—tight, wet, begging for it. Because of girls like you, our cocks won't sit still. We're gonna ruin you.'

He yanked my hair, forcing my head up, and kissed me viciously, biting my lips until blood trickled. The metallic taste filled my mouth as he broke away. Then he shoved his cock into my pussy from behind, still on my knees. It slid in easily now, lubricated by the others' cum, but he pounded like a jackhammer. 'Aaahhhhh, mercy! Please, slower!' Each thrust jolted my body forward, my tied hands useless.

I was exhausted, legs trembling, but he kept blabbering filth. 'Scream all you want, whore. No one's hearing.' He flipped me onto my stomach suddenly, ass up, and without prep, shoved his thick cock into my ass. The dry burn was excruciating. 'Aahhhh ummmm! Nooo!'

Me: 'Fuck, go slow, you mother's fucker! It hurts!'

Aron laughed cruelly. 'Shut it. Take my cock like the anal slut you are.' He pulled my hair from behind, arching my back into doggy position, and started pounding my ass fast and deep. The friction tore at me, pain radiating, but he didn't care. He slammed in and out for what felt like ages—minutes turning into a blur of agony. Slaps echoed as his hips met my cheeks, red welts forming. Cum from my pussy lubed it slightly, but it was still brutal. I sobbed, face pressed into the mattress, but he pulled my head up by the hair, forcing me to look at the others jerking their cocks, watching.

These boys were total bastards—poor college losers who could never afford a girlfriend or even pay a whore to quench their raging sex thirst. They lived for moments like this, preying on girls like me. But now, they'd snagged the town's sexiest girl, the one everyone wanted. My curves, my long hair, my innocent face—they'd fantasized about destroying it all.

Finally, Aron came in my ass, pulling out to shoot the last ropes on my back. I collapsed, panting, body aching everywhere. 'Okay... I cooperate,' I gasped. 'Just don't record anymore. Please.' They nodded, smirking, phones still in hand but promising to stop.

But then the door flew open. The warden, Mr. Khan, burst in—a massive man in his forties, built like a bull, with a stern face and piercing eyes. Everyone froze; he was feared, the one who could expel them all. The boys stammered, 'She's here for money, sir! Just a transaction!'

I knew him. In normal days, he'd stare at me non-stop during inspections, his gaze lingering on my chest, my legs. Now, his eyes widened with recognition and lust. 'I don't know you, whore? I've masturbated so much thinking about you—your tight ass walking away, those tits bouncing.'

Dean whispered urgently to me, 'If he finds out this was by force, we'll record everything and leak it. Your future's fucked—family, job, all gone.' Terror gripped me. I pretended, forcing a weak smile. 'It's... it's okay, sir. I wanted this.' But he was huge, his cock bulging in his pants as he unzipped. When he pulled it out, it was monstrous—thicker than my wrist, longer than any I'd seen.

Khan shoved the boys aside, taking control. 'My turn first.' He grabbed me by the throat, lifting me like a ragdoll, and slammed me against the wall. His cock rammed into my pussy without mercy, the push so hard and brutal it knocked the wind out of me. 'Aaaahhh! God, no!' He was inhuman, thrusting like a piston, each slam deeper than the last. My walls stretched painfully, cum from before squelching out.

The boys joined back in, emboldened. Sam forced his cock into my mouth, choking me as Khan fucked my pussy. Ken took my ass next, double-penetrating me with the warden. Aron and dean took turns slapping my tits, pinching, making me suck them while the others pounded. They rotated holes relentlessly—ass, pussy, mouth—all filled at once or in brutal sequences.

Khan's pushes were the worst: each one felt like it would break me, his huge cock battering my insides. He flipped me, bending me over the bed, and pounded my ass while Sam fucked my pussy. Cum poured from every orifice—mouth dripping after blowjobs, pussy and ass leaking rivers. They blackmailed me constantly: 'Smile for the camera, slut, or we send it to your dad.' I begged, 'Harder, please,' just to make it end, but they laughed, going rougher.

Sam, back for seconds, focused on my mouth this time. He face-fucked me while Khan ravaged my ass, his hands pulling my hair so tight strands tore. 'Swallow every drop, bitch.' I did, gagging on load after load. Aron double-teamed my pussy with dean, two cocks stretching me impossibly, pain and fullness overwhelming.

Hours blurred. They tied me spread-eagle, taking turns whipping my thighs with the belt before fucking. Ken bit my clit during oral, making me scream into Sam's cock. Khan came last, in my ass, his brutal final thrusts leaving me sobbing, body wrecked.

By the end, I was a cum-soaked mess, holes gaping, skin marked with bites and slaps. They untied me, warning, 'Keep quiet, or the videos go viral.' I hated them, yet my body remembered every thurst.
My pussy throbbed with pain after those first four guys had fucked me hard. They had taken turns pounding into me on the hostel bed, their thick cocks stretching my hole wide until I could barely stand. Cum dripped from my sore folds, and my legs shook from exhaustion. I lay there panting, my body slick with sweat, knowing I had earned my money from them. But word spread fast in the hostel. Guys from other rooms heard the moans and the slaps of skin, and soon they all knew I was here for cash in exchange for sex.

The door burst open. More boys crowded in, eyes hungry, cocks already hard in their pants. There were at least twenty of them, all wanting a piece.

First came a skinny guy with messy hair. He dropped his pants, his cock springing out, veiny and stiff. I wrapped my hand around it, stroking slow at first. My fingers slid up and down the shaft, feeling it pulse. He groaned, thrusting into my grip. I sped up, twisting my wrist at the head, until thick ropes of cum shot onto my thigh. He paid extra and stumbled out, satisfied.

I thought if I satisfy them with handjob and blowjob they will not fuck me
Next was a muscular one, his dick fat and short. He wanted my mouth. I leaned forward, lips parting to take him in. My tongue swirled around the tip, tasting his salty pre-cum. I sucked hard, cheeks hollowing as I bobbed my head. He grabbed my hair gently, guided me deeper. Gagging a bit, I relaxed my throat, letting him fuck my face. Saliva dripped down my chin as he grunted and exploded, hot spurts filling my mouth. I swallowed it all, wiping my lips with the back of my hand.

My hand pumped his long, thin cock fast, thumb rubbing the underside. He came quick, splattering my arm. Then a loud jock type shoved in front, demanding a blowjob. I knelt on the floor now, knees aching but ignored. His cock was huge, stretching my jaw as I slurped and licked the length. I deep-throated him, nose pressing into his pubes, until he roared and pumped cum straight down my throat.

The room filled with the sounds of moans and wet slurps. My jaw grew tired, but the money piled up beside me.
A group of three friends went together. I used both hands, jerking two cocks at once while sucking the third. My palms glided over their shafts, slick with spit. The one in my mouth thrust shallow, letting me tease his balls with my tongue. They came almost together—one shooting across my chest, the others into my hands. Sticky warmth coated my skin, but I kept going.

By the tenth guy, my arms burned from stroking, but I found a rhythm. A curly-haired boy begged for my mouth, so I obliged. I licked from base to tip, then engulfed him whole, humming to vibrate his length. He bucked and filled my mouth with his load, which I gulped down hungrily.

More followed. One wanted me to stroke him while he watched the others. I squeezed his cock tight, pumping until veins bulged and he erupted on the floor. Another pair took turns in my mouth—I sucked one, then switched, lips swollen and shiny. Their cum mixed on my tongue, salty and thick.

A tattooed guy grabbed my head too hard for a blowjob, but buzz-cut pulled him back. 'Easy,' he warned. I sucked anyway, bobbing fast, teeth grazing lightly to make him gasp. He came hard, pulling out to spray my face.

Then, more and more people heard my screams. Even the hostel sweeper joined in. He was a dirty old man with rough hands. And some roadside food vendors came too. They sell cheap snacks on the street, but now they wanted something else. They rushed into the room after hearing me cry out. The room was small, but people kept coming. Soon, there were more than 40 people inside. The door was blocked. No one else could enter. They all stared at me with hungry eyes. I was scared. My heart pounded hard.

The crowd got wild. They dragged me out to the corridor. It was dark and narrow there. The boys pushed me against the wall. One of them, a big guy with a mean face, grabbed my legs and spread them apart. 'You little slut,' he growled. 'We're gonna fuck you until you break.' I tried to fight, but there were too many. His cock was hard and thick. He shoved it right into my pussy without any care. It hurt so bad. I felt it tear inside me. I screamed louder, but that only made them laugh. 'Shut up, you whore!' another one yelled. He slapped my face hard. My cheek burned.

Some boys got even more violent. They wanted to hurt me more. One took off his belt. It was thick leather. He swung it at my ass. Crack! The pain shot through me like fire. 'Take that, you dirty bitch!' he shouted. He hit me again and again. My ass turned red. Bruises started to form. It swelled up fast. I cried. Another boy grabbed my boobs. He squeezed them hard, like he wanted to crush them. His fingers pinched my nipples until they bled a little. 'Look at these fat tits,' he said with a sneer. 'Perfect for us to play with.' My boobs turned red too. The skin was hot and sore. They massaged them roughly, pulling and twisting. I felt like my body was not mine anymore.

The orgy started then. It was brutal. One by one, they took turns fucking me. The first one was the big guy. He pounded into my pussy deep and fast. His cock stretched me wide. 'You're so tight, you filthy cunt,' he grunted. I screamed hard. My voice echoed in the corridor. But no one helped. The next boy pushed him aside. 'My turn, asshole,' he said. He rammed his dick into me. It was longer, hitting deep inside. Pain mixed with something weird, but mostly pain. They slapped me all over. My face, my arms, my legs. 'Scream more, you stupid slut!' one yelled. It was 40 against me. I was alone. They held me down. Hands everywhere. On my throat, my hair, my thighs.

More men joined the line. The sweeper was next. His cock smelled bad, like sweat and dirt. 'I've wanted this for months, you teasing whore,' he whispered. He thrust into my pussy hard. His belly slapped against me. I gagged from the smell. Then a food vendor. He was skinny but strong. 'You're gonna swallow my load, bitch,' he said. But he fucked my pussy first. They all did. Rotating like animals. Some pulled out and aimed at my mouth. 'Open up, you cum dumpster!' one ordered. I tried to close my lips, but they pried them open. Cum shot into my throat. I choked and coughed. It was salty and thick.

The corridor filled with their grunts and my cries. 'Fuck her harder!' someone shouted. 'Make the slut bleed!' They did. One boy used his fingers to stretch my ass while another fucked my pussy. Double pain. I felt torn apart. 'You're nothing but a hole for us,' they chanted. Slaps rained down. My skin was raw. Red marks everywhere. My ass throbbed from the belt. Boobs ached from the pinching. Pussy burned from the rough thrusts. They called me names. 'Worthless whore.' 'Dirty pig.' Each word cut deeper than the hits.

Time blurred. How many had fucked me? Ten? Twenty? More? They didn't stop. One came inside my pussy. Hot cum filled me up. 'Take my cum, you breeding slut!' he laughed. Another pulled out and sprayed on my belly. Sticky and warm. Soon, they all started cumming. One after another. Cum everywhere. On my face, in my hair, down my chest. It dripped from my pussy and ass. I was covered. Layers of it. Thick and white. I couldn't open my eyes. It glued my eyelids shut. My mouth was full too. I spat some out, but more came. 'Look at the cum whore,' they mocked. 'Drowning in our jizz.' I lay there, shaking. Body used up. Every part hurt.

Suddenly, I heard noises outside the hostel. Shouts and footsteps. People from the street? Neighbors? The boys froze. 'Shit, cops?' one whispered. With all the power I had left, I stood up. My legs wobbled. Cum slid down my thighs. The boys stepped back. They looked scared now. I wiped the cum from around my eyes. It was sticky, hard to remove. Blinking, I stumbled to the balcony. The night air hit my naked skin. I leaned over the rail to see.

I was shocked. Down below, all our neighbors stood there. Men, women, even kids. And boys who came for my marriage proposal. They were from good families. Talking to my parents. Then I saw my father. He was crying. Tears on his face. He looked worried. They didn't know. They had no idea their daughter was the one screaming during the fucking. The orgy. . My heart broke. If they knew, what would happen?

The balcony floor was wet. From the cum on my body. It made everything slippery. I stepped forward to see better. My foot slid. No! I grabbed the rail, but it was too late. I fell. The world spun. Wind rushed past. I screamed as I dropped from the balcony. Pain everywhere as I hit... nothing. Blackness.

I woke up in bed with a sudden jerk. My sheets were twisted. I was sweating a lot. Heart beating fast, like it would burst. It was all a dream. A brutal nightmare. I sat up, breathing hard. The room was quiet. My room Safe. But the fear lingered. My body felt real aches, like ghosts of the dream. I touched my ass, my boobs. Nothing red. No cum. Just sweat. Why such a horrible dream? The names they called me echoed in my head. Slut. Whore. Bitch. I hugged my knees. Trying to forget.
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It's 5 am in morning and mom says morning dreams come true.

Morning came slow. I was tired. mike called me for a quick blowjob and i did.

When I was coming back to my home, a guy named Aadan saw me in a bad condition. He didn’t say anything at that time. Aadan was from Africa, and his father had come here for business. But five years ago, their business suffered a huge loss because of COVID. During that time, only my father helped them. Since then, they have always respected us for helping them in their bad time.

That night, Aadan called me. I was upset and told him everything how Mike had fucked me . Aadan listened quietly and didn’t say much.

The next morning, I woke up and saw that Mike’s house was on fire. Mike was outside crying, and later he was sent to jail. I heard that in jail, other prisoners used to beat him every day and so i went to prison to meet mike last time he was begging me to give some money and he also told me that this dam prisoners are full of gays even his prison cell mate fuck his ass every day he is big criminal he was crying and asking for my help I wanna laugh that time but I can't and I left him there forever....

Later, I found out that Aadan had had become a bike gang leader, and Aadan helped me because my father once helped his family.
Then i remember when my father was helping them 5 years back my mother was not happy about it but then my father said When you do good for others, it always comes back to you. Kindness never goes to waste yea it's how i got released from their trap.

Now everything come back to normal my father still not find nice boy for me untill -
It all began during a grand family function. Among all the laughter and music, I met a boy Tony a rich, handsome, and kind-hearted man. Our families soon grew close, and before I knew it, his family came to mine with a marriage proposal. Everything felt perfect — he was respectful, gentle, and every girl’s dream. My family said yes with happy hearts.
But one evening, the boy named tony asked if he could talk to me privately. He said he wanted to know if I was truly okay with this marriage. I agreed, and we went for a walk to the nearby beach. Usually, the beach was quiet and peaceful, but that night, it was filled with people and lights — it was all part of tony's surprise.

As the sun set, the stars began to twinkle above us, and the cool sea breeze brushed against my face. We lit a lantern together, its warm glow reflecting in his eyes. Then tony smiled and said, “Close your eyes.” I did.

When I opened them again, I gasped he was on one knee, holding a ring, surrounded by hundreds of glowing lanterns rising into the night sky. My heart raced as tears filled my eyes. I let go of my lantern, and suddenly, everyone else did too the whole sky was filled with light.

I couldn’t hold my happiness — I started jumping with joy and said “Yes!” He slipped the ring on my finger, and at that exact moment, fireworks exploded above us. Under the sparkling sky, we shared our first romantic kiss.

Now, a year later, I’m living my dream life pregnant with our first child, in a cozy house near the mountains. Every morning, I wake up to the sound of birds and the man who still loves me just like he did that night on the beach. He never changed still caring, still gentle, still my Tony❤️