𝐌i𝐫a’s P𝐨o𝐥s𝐢d𝐞 𝐏a𝐜t: 𝐀 𝐅i𝐥t𝐡y D𝐞a𝐥

I woke up in a guest room at Khalid’s penthouse in Liberty Heights, my limbs tangled with Laura’s petite frame, her soft breaths warm against my pale ivory skin. I was dressed in a baggy t-shirt I’d borrowed from Khalid, the fabric hanging loose over my hourglass figure, my perky A-cup tits barely pressing against it, my plump ass hidden beneath its hem. The room was dimly lit, the aftermath of last night’s orgy still evident in the tangled sheets, the faint scent of sweat and sex lingering in the air. My dark, wavy hair was a mess, spilling over my shoulders as I blinked my brown eyes open, long lashes fluttering against the morning light creeping through the blinds.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand, the vibration stirring me fully awake. I glanced at the screen—Kemar’s name glowed in the dim light. Careful not to wake Laura, whose blonde hair fanned across the pillow, I gently disentangled myself from her, my toned legs sliding out from under the sheets, my bare feet silent on the plush carpet as I slipped out of bed. I crept through the penthouse, passing the living room where Aiden, my skinny 19-year-old junkie friend with messy black hair and green eyes, was sprawled on a couch, still sleeping off the night’s excesses. On another couch was one of Khalid’s associates, a stocky 35-year-old white man with a buzzcut and brown eyes, snoring loudly, his arm dangling off the edge of the couch.

I stepped out onto the terrace, the morning sun casting a golden glow over the glittering skyline of Liberty Heights, the Silvertower financial district shimmering in the distance. Leaning against the railing, I answered the call, my full pouty lips parting as I spoke in a low, steady voice. “Kemar, I’m safe for now. What’s going on?” My brown eyes scanned the city below, the breeze ruffling my dark hair as I adjusted the baggy t-shirt, the hem brushing against my shapely thighs.

Kemar’s voice came through, his thick Jamaican patois heavy with concern and affection. “Yuh good, lioness? Mi hear some tings—yuh need to know.” He paused, and I could hear the tension in his tone. “Police report say yuh apartment door in Midcity was rigged wid a bomb. Somebody trigger it, and dem dead now—blow to pieces. Cops tink it’s yuh, at least ‘til DNA results come back.”

My heart skipped a beat, my high cheekbones flushing as I processed his words, a mix of relief and unease settling in my chest. “What the fuck? Someone died in my place?” I whispered, my voice trembling slightly as I gripped the railing, my pale skin prickling in the cool morning air. “Do you know who it was?”

“Nah, mi nuh know,” Kemar replied, his voice steady but laced with worry. “But Zion’s Blade—dem Eastern European bastards—dem tink yuh dead too. Dat mean dem off yuh back for now, Mira. Yuh get a breather.”

I exhaled hard, my mind racing as I leaned further against the railing, the city sprawling below me like a glittering trap. Zion’s Blade, the gang I’d crossed by disrupting their weapons deal with the Iron Cross, thinking I was dead was the best news I’d had in weeks. But someone had died in my place—someone who’d walked into that explosion meant for me. I didn’t know who, and the uncertainty gnawed at me, my full lips pressing into a thin line as I spoke. “That’s… good, I guess. But fuck, Kemar, I don’t know who could’ve been at my apartment.”

Kemar continued, his tone shifting to something more urgent. “It get worse, lioness. De Salerno family—Mr. Salerno and dem—dem tink yuh dead too. Him call a meeting wid de bosses of four other families, talkin’ ‘bout Zion’s Blade and dem audacity. Word is, him might push for all-out war against de Blade. And de Iron Reapers, Blaze and him crew, dem already on de warpath—dem hit a Blade meth lab on de outskirts of Empire City, burn it to de ground. Yuh got allies movin’ fast, Mira.”

I felt a twinge of gratitude, my heart warming at the thought of Blaze and the Reapers stepping up, their retaliation swift and brutal. I wasn’t as friendless as I sometimes feared, my allies fighting for me even when they thought I was gone. But war meant bloodshed, and I didn’t want that on my conscience. “Fuck, Kemar, I don’t want them starting a war over me,” I said, my voice firm as I ran a hand through my dark hair, my brown eyes narrowing. “Contact Blaze and Mr. Salerno—tell them I’m alive, and tell them to hold off on the violence. I don’t need more blood on my hands.”

Kemar agreed, his voice softening. “Mi will do dat, lioness. But yuh haffi be careful—Zion’s Blade nuh sophisticated enough to track yuh social security or bank accounts, so yuh safe as long as yuh keep a low profile. No more TikTok, no Instagram, nuh usual haunts. Maybe dye yuh hair, change yuh look. Yuh got a place to lay low?”

“I’ll figure something out,” I assured him, my mind already working on a plan as I checked the time—9 a.m.—and ended the call. I needed to clear my head, the weight of Kemar’s words pressing down on me. The pool on the terrace looked inviting, its water shimmering in the morning sun, so I stripped off the baggy t-shirt, leaving myself in just my G-string, the thin fabric clinging to my curvy hips. I dove in, the cool water soothing my tense muscles as I swam alone, my long legs kicking smoothly, the gentle lapping of the water the only sound on the quiet terrace.

I was midway through a lap when Khalid appeared, his overweight frame clad in swim trunks, his slick black hair messy from sleep, his dark eyes red from last night’s revelry. “Mira, my beauty! You swim like a fish, yes?” he called out, his Arabic accent thick with a playful tone as he grinned, always trying to make me laugh. Before I could respond, he cannon-balled into the pool with a loud splash, the water spraying over me as I laughed, the lighthearted moment a brief respite from my chaotic life.

We splashed around, my pale skin glistening with water as I dunked him, my full lips curling into a genuine smile, my brown eyes sparkling with mischief. Khalid laughed, his chubby hands grabbing at my hips as we played, the tension in my chest easing for the first time that morning. That’s when a new man joined us, stepping onto the terrace with a confident stride. He was a 42-year-old Black business associate of Khalid’s, tall and muscular, with close-cropped hair and dark eyes, dressed in a casual shirt and shorts. I recognized him from the party—he’d been fucking my school friends, his hands all over Sarah and Emily, though we hadn’t interacted directly.

Khalid waved him over, his grin widening. “Slick Bishop, my friend! Join us in the water—we must talk business, yes?” he said, his accent making the words sound almost comical as he chuckled. Bishop stripped down, revealing a chiseled physique, his dark skin gleaming in the sunlight as he sat down with his legs dangling inside the pool, his movements smooth and powerful. Khalid climbed onto the pool’s edge, pulling me out of the water to sit between them, my wet G-string clinging to my pale body, the sun warming my skin as water dripped down my shapely thighs.

Khalid’s hand rested on my back, his fingers brushing my pale skin as he introduced the man. “Mira, this is Slick Bishop—my business partner. He dress like a preacher, talk like a con man, yes? But he smart!” Khalid laughed, his dark eyes twinkling as he clapped Bishop on the shoulder. “We invest in many tings—car dealerships, movie studios. But Bishop, he run an adult video network—49% mine. Black-on-white, pale Latina content, very popular! Now we expand to trans content, and Bishop see you at the party—he want you for videos.”

Bishop’s dark eyes roamed over me, his voice smooth but sharp, like he was selling salvation. “Ten-video contract, $1,500 per video—above the norm, sweetheart. Industry standard’s $800 to $1,000, but you’re special. What do you say?” His gaze lingered on my curvy figure, the wet G-string doing little to hide my tiny cock and tight balls, though he didn’t seem fazed, having seen me in action last night.

I scoffed, my full lips curling into a smirk as I leaned back on my hands, my brown eyes narrowing. “I’m not interested in being a pornstar, Bishop. I’m a fucking hustler—I flip cars, make $5,000 to $10,000 a sale. I’m not degrading myself publicly for chump change.” My voice was firm, my pale skin flushing with defiance as I crossed my toned legs, water still dripping from my dark hair.

Khalid chimed in, his tone playful but persuasive. “Mira, my beauty, I sweeten the deal, yes? I give you prime location to rent—no security deposit! You set up your own car dealership, sell cars 24/7. You make big money, and the videos? You use a fake name, dye your hair—nobody know it’s you!” He laughed, his accent thick as he added, “You like being fucked in front of people anyway, yes? Make us all laugh!”

I rolled my eyes, his comment echoing Kemar’s earlier suggestion about changing my appearance, but I couldn’t deny the appeal of the deal. With $80,000 in savings, I’d been looking to make a legitimate investment, and a car dealership was tempting. But porn could ruin me—everyone would recognize me, fake name or not. Still, I needed to lay low, avoid my usual haunts, and this might be my best shot. “You got any properties where I can crash for a couple of months?” I asked, my voice softer now, my brown eyes searching Khalid’s face.

“Of course, my girl!” Khalid boomed, his grin wide. “Beachside house in Salt Beach, Kings Harbor—garage facing the road, porch facing the ocean. Only the best for you, yes?” His hand squeezed my shoulder, his touch warm as I weighed my options. The money wasn’t much compared to my car-flipping earnings, but $1,500 per shoot was above industry standard, and I needed a safe place to hide while Zion’s Blade thought I was dead.

“Fine,” I said finally, my full lips parting in a reluctant smile. “I’ll do it.” “Let’s celebrate, then.” Khalid clapped excitedly, his dark eyes gleaming as he turned to Bishop. “You want to taste the merchandise, yes? Make her scream—make me laugh!” Bishop’s dark eyes lit up, his grin predatory as he nodded, setting the stage for what I knew would be a rough, filthy morning.

I sat on the edge of Khalid’s pool, my pale ivory skin glistening with water, the sun warming my curvy body as my wet G-string clung to my hips, the thin fabric doing little to hide my tiny 2-inch cock and tight balls. My dark, wavy hair dripped down my back, framing my heart-shaped face, my brown eyes locked on Khalid and Slick Bishop as they loomed over me, their grins predatory. Khalid, the 40-year-old overweight Arab with slick black hair and dark eyes, clapped his hands, his Arabic accent thick with excitement. “We celebrate now, yes? My beauty Mira, you make us so happy!” he boomed, his gold chain glinting as he laughed, always trying to lighten the mood.

Slick Bishop, the 42-year-old Black business associate, tall and muscular with close-cropped hair and dark eyes, stepped closer, his dark skin gleaming in the sunlight. His casual shirt and shorts were gone, leaving him in just his swim trunks, his chiseled physique on full display as he eyed me like a prize. I smirked, my full pouty lips curling as I leaned back on my hands, my perky A-cup tits jutting out from my chest, my shapely thighs parted slightly. “Let’s fucking do this, then,” I purred, my voice low and teasing, my brown eyes daring them to make their move.

Khalid’s chubby hands were on me first, groping my curvy hips as he pulled me into a sloppy kiss, his tongue invading my mouth with a hungry edge, his breath hot with last night’s whiskey. “You taste like heaven, my girl!” he murmured against my lips, his accent making me smirk as I kissed him back, my full lips sliding against his, my tongue tangling with his in a wet, messy dance. His hands roamed up to my perky tits, squeezing them hard, his fingers pinching my nipples, making me gasp into his mouth, my long lashes fluttering as I felt the heat building in my core.

Bishop wasn’t far behind, his muscular frame pressing against my side as he grabbed my plump ass, kneading the fat globes with rough hands, his fingers digging into my pale flesh. “Fuck, this ass is perfect,” he growled, his voice smooth but sharp, like a preacher turned predator, as he leaned in to claim my mouth. I turned from Khalid to kiss Bishop, his lips firm and demanding, his tongue shoving into my mouth with a possessive edge, tasting me as I moaned softly, my brown eyes half-lidded with lust. His hands slid down my shapely thighs, groping every inch of my toned legs, his touch sending sparks through my pale skin as I arched into him, my curvy body pressed between the two men.

I reached down with both hands, my delicate fingers slipping into their swim trunks to find their cocks, stroking them to full mast as they groaned against my lips. Khalid’s 8-inch cock was thick and veiny, throbbing in my hand as I pumped it, my fingers slick with pool water as I worked him, his hips jerking slightly. “Yes, my beauty, make me hard—make me laugh with joy!” he grunted, his accent thick as he chuckled, his dark eyes gleaming. Bishop’s cock was bigger, a massive 10-inch black beast, thick and heavy in my grip, the head already leaking as I stroked him, my hand barely fitting around its girth. “Shit, girl, you know how to handle a man,” Bishop muttered, his dark eyes burning as he kissed me harder, his tongue fucking my mouth as I jerked them both, my pale skin flushed with heat, my tiny cock twitching in my G-string as the tension built.

I pulled back from their kisses, my full lips slick with spit as I smirked, my brown eyes gleaming with mischief. “Let’s take this up a fucking notch,” I said, my voice husky as I slid off the pool’s edge, my feet slipping slightly on the wet steps. I knelt on a shallow step, my plump ass sticking out above the water, my toned legs spread as I braced myself, the G-string riding up between my fat cheeks. Bishop sat in front of me, his 10-inch black cock bobbing in my face, thick and veiny, the head glistening with precum. I grabbed it with both hands, stroking the massive shaft as I looked up at him, my long lashes framing my brown eyes. “You’re gonna love this, preacher man,” I purred, before wrapping my full lips around the head, sucking hard, my tongue swirling around the tip as I took him deeper, my throat stretching to accommodate his girth.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Bishop groaned, his hands tangling in my dark, wavy hair as he thrust into my mouth, his cock hitting the back of my throat with a wet gag, spit dripping down my chin onto my pale skin. I bobbed my head, sucking him hard, my hands working the base of his shaft, my fingers slick with my own spit as I pleasured him, my plump ass swaying above the water. Khalid knelt behind me in the pool, his chubby hands grabbing my fat globes, kneading them roughly as he spanked me hard, the sharp sting making me moan around Bishop’s cock, the vibration sending a shudder through him. “So juicy, my beauty!” Khalid laughed, his accent thick as he spread my cheeks, his fingers tugging my G-string aside to expose my tight hole.

Khalid’s tongue dove in, lapping at my asshole with sloppy, hungry strokes, his beard scratching my pale skin as he ate me out, his tongue plunging inside me with wet, relentless thrusts. “Fuck, Khalid, that feels so good!” I gasped, pulling off Bishop’s cock for a moment, a string of spit connecting my lips to his tip as I moaned, my voice thick with need. I dove back in, sucking Bishop harder, my throat stretched wide as he fucked my mouth, his hips slamming against my face, while Khalid spanked my plump ass again, the sharp slaps echoing over the terrace as he tongue-fucked my hole, my curvy body trembling between them, my tiny cock leaking in my G-string as the pleasure built.

Khalid pulled back, his tongue leaving my hole slick and twitching as he stood behind me in the pool, his 8-inch cock throbbing in his hand. “Time to fuck you, my beauty—make you scream for me, yes?” he growled, his Arabic accent making me smirk as he lined himself up, the head of his cock pressing against my slick entrance. He shoved into me with one brutal thrust, his thick cock stretching my ass wide as I cried out around Bishop’s dick, my voice muffled by the massive shaft in my throat. “Fuck, yes, Khalid!” I gasped, pulling off Bishop for a moment, my full lips slick with spit as I braced myself on the pool step, my pale skin flushed with heat.

Khalid fucked me hard, his hips slamming against my plump ass, each thrust hitting my prostate just right, making my tiny cock throb in my G-string as water splashed around us. His chubby hands gripped my curvy hips, spanking my fat cheeks with every thrust, the sharp stings mixing with the pleasure as he railed me, his cock filling me up. “You like that, my girl? You make me so happy!” he laughed, his accent thick as he pounded me, my toned legs trembling on the step. I dove back onto Bishop’s 10-incher, sucking him hard, my hands stroking the base as he fucked my throat, his dark eyes burning with lust as he watched Khalid wreck my hole.

“Shit, girl, you’re taking us so good,” Bishop growled, his hands tightening in my dark hair as he thrust deeper, my throat bulging with his girth, spit dripping down my chin onto the pool step. I moaned around his cock, the vibration making him groan as Khalid fucked me harder, his 8-incher hitting every sensitive spot inside me, my pale skin marked with his handprints as the pleasure built, my curvy body rocking between them, the water lapping at my shapely thighs as I took them both, my brown eyes watering with the intensity of it all.

Bishop pulled out of my mouth, his 10-inch cock slick with my spit as he grabbed my arms, pulling me out of the pool with a rough tug. “Let’s change things up, sweetheart,” he said, his voice sharp as he laid me down on the poolside, my pale skin pressing against the warm tiles, my dark hair fanning out beneath me as the sun beat down on my curvy body. My wet G-string clung to my hips, the thin fabric stretched tight over my tiny 2-inch cock and tight balls, my perky A-cup tits heaving as I caught my breath, my brown eyes locked on Slick Bishop. He stood over me, his 42-year-old Black frame towering, all muscle and dark skin, his close-cropped hair gleaming in the sunlight, his 10-inch black cock throbbing with need, slick from my spit.

Bishop knelt between my shapely thighs, his dark eyes burning with lust as he turned me on my side and straddled my bottom leg, his muscular thighs pressing against mine. He grabbed my top leg, lifting it to rest over one of his thighs, my toned limb trembling slightly as he positioned me, my plump ass tilted up, my slick hole exposed for him. “Fuck, you look so good like this,” he growled, his voice sharp and predatory, like a con man closing a deal, as he lined up his massive 10-incher, the thick head pressing against my entrance. With one brutal thrust, he shoved into me, his cock stretching my ass wide, the burning pleasure making me cry out, my full pouty lips parting as I moaned, my pale skin flushing with heat.

“Shit, Bishop, you’re so fucking big!” I gasped, my brown eyes rolling back, long lashes fluttering as he started fucking me, his hips slamming against my plump ass, each thrust hitting my prostate with ruthless precision. My tiny cock throbbed in my G-string, leaking precum onto my pale stomach as he railed me, his hands gripping my curvy hips, his dark fingers digging into my soft flesh. My top leg rested over his thigh, my bottom leg pinned beneath him, my body angled perfectly for him to pound me deep, the tiles hard against my side as I arched into him, my perky tits bouncing with every brutal thrust, the sun warming my pale skin as I took him, my shapely thighs trembling with the intensity.

Khalid climbed up a pool step, his 40-year-old overweight frame dripping with water, his slick black hair messy, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief as he grinned down at me. “My beauty, you take him so good—now take me too, yes?” he said, his Arabic accent thick as he chuckled, trying to make me laugh even as he fed me his 8-inch cock. He stood on the step, his chubby legs spread as he leaned over the pool’s edge, his thick, veiny shaft bobbing in my face. I turned my head, my full lips parting as I wrapped them around his cock, sucking hard, my tongue swirling around the head as I took him deep, my throat stretching to accommodate him while Bishop fucked my ass, the dual sensations driving me wild.

“Fuck, yes, Khalid!” I moaned around his dick, my voice muffled as I bobbed my head, spit dripping down my chin onto my pale skin, my brown eyes watering as he fucked my mouth, his hips thrusting gently while Bishop pounded me from below. Bishop’s hands roamed up my curvy body, groping my perky tits, pinching my nipples hard, the sharp sting making me gasp around Khalid’s cock, my pale skin marked with his dark fingerprints. “You’re a fucking natural, sweetheart,” Bishop growled, his 10-incher wrecking my hole, the wet slap of his hips against my plump ass echoing over the terrace as he fucked me, my body rocking between them, the tiles scraping against my pale back as I took them both, my tiny cock aching with need.

Khalid’s chubby hands tangled in my dark hair, holding my head steady as he fucked my throat, his 8-incher hitting the back of my mouth with every thrust, spit and precum dripping down my chin as I gagged, my full lips stretched wide around him. “You make me so happy, my girl—suck me good!” he laughed, his accent thick as he thrust deeper, my throat bulging with his girth while Bishop kept up his relentless pace, his massive cock stretching me wide, my prostate taking a brutal pounding as I moaned, the pleasure building in my core, my pale skin slick with sweat and pool water as I surrendered to them, my curvy body a fucking canvas for their lust.

Khalid pulled out of my mouth, his 8-inch cock slick with my spit as he grabbed my arms, pulling me back into the pool with a rough tug. “Come, my beauty, we fuck you proper now, yes?” he said, his Arabic accent making me smirk as he sat on a shallow step, leaning against the pool’s side, his chubby frame dripping with water. He pulled me onto his lap, my toned legs straddling his hips as I faced him, my pale skin pressed against his chest, my perky tits brushing against him as I lowered myself onto his cock, my slick hole taking him in with ease. “Fuck, Khalid, you feel so good,” I moaned, my full lips parting as I started riding him, my curvy hips rolling, my plump ass bouncing in the water as I fucked myself on his 8-incher, the water lapping at my shapely thighs with every thrust.

Bishop slipped behind me, standing on a lower step, his 10-inch black cock throbbing as he grabbed my plump ass, kneading the fat globes roughly. “Time to stretch you out, sweetheart,” he growled, his dark eyes burning as he pressed his thick head against my already-stuffed hole, pushing in alongside Khalid with a slow, burning thrust. “Fuck, yes, double me up!” I cried out, my brown eyes rolling back as they double-penetrated my ass, their cocks stretching me wide, the water gushing inside my hole with every brutal thrust, the sensation overwhelming as they fucked me in tandem, one pulling out as the other shoved in, wrecking my hole with every move.

“Shit, you’re so tight like this!” Bishop grunted, his hands spanking my plump ass, the sharp slaps echoing over the terrace as he pounded me, his 10-incher hitting my prostate alongside Khalid’s 8-inch cock, the dual assault making my tiny cock throb in my G-string, leaking precum into the water. Khalid groped my perky tits, his chubby fingers pinching my nipples hard, his lips crashing against mine in a sloppy kiss, his tongue invading my mouth as he fucked up into me, his hips slamming against my curvy body. “You my best girl, yes? Take us both—make me laugh with your screams!” he chuckled, his accent thick as he thrust harder, the water splashing around us, my pale skin marked with their handprints as I moaned into his mouth, my full lips slick with spit.

They fucked me relentlessly, their cocks working in sync, stretching my ass wide as the water flooded my hole, the pressure building in my core, my shapely thighs trembling on either side of Khalid. Khalid came first, his 8-incher pulsing as he unloaded deep in my ass, his hot cum filling me up, the sensation pushing me closer to the edge as I cried out, my voice echoing over the terrace. “Fuck, Khalid, I feel you cumming!” I gasped, my brown eyes half-lidded with lust as he groaned, his chubby hands gripping my hips as he emptied himself inside me, the water swirling with his cum as he pulled out, leaving my hole gaping and leaking.

Bishop grabbed my arms, pulling me out of the pool with him, his 10-inch cock still hard and throbbing as he smirked down at me, his dark eyes gleaming. “We’re not done yet, sweetheart,” he said, his voice sharp as he laid me down on the poolside again, my pale skin pressing against the warm tiles, my dark hair fanning out beneath me. He grabbed my toned legs, lifting them high until my ankles were crossed behind my own head, my plump ass tilted up, my slick, cum-filled hole exposed and gaping for him. “Fuck, look at that pretty hole,” he growled, his hands spreading my fat cheeks as he positioned himself, his massive cock hovering over my entrance, water and cum dripping from my ass onto the tiles below.

Bishop shoved into me with one brutal thrust, his 10-inch black cock ploughing into my bowels, the force making me scream, my full lips parting as I cried out, my brown eyes rolling back. “Fuck, Bishop, you’re wrecking me!” I moaned, my pale skin flushing with heat as he fucked me missionary-style, my legs pinned behind my head, my curvy body folded in half as he pounded me, his cock hitting my prostate with every brutal thrust, water and cum squirting out of my ass with each move, the wet mess splattering onto the wet tiles as he railed me, his dark hands gripping my hips, his fingers digging into my soft flesh.

I was folded in half on the poolside, my pale ivory skin slick with sweat and cum, my toned legs raised high, ankles crossed behind my head, my plump ass tilted up as Slick Bishop pounded me missionary-style. His 42-year-old Black frame loomed over me, all muscle and dark skin, his close-cropped hair gleaming in the sunlight, his 10-inch black cock ploughing into my bowels with brutal force, the head hitting my prostate with every thrust. My dark, wavy hair fanned out beneath me on the warm tiles, my brown eyes rolled back, long lashes fluttering as I screamed, my full pouty lips parted wide, my perky A-cup tits bouncing with each slam of his hips against my curvy body.

Bishop’s dark hands gripped my shapely thighs, his fingers digging into my pale flesh as he fucked me harder, his 10-inch cock stretching my ass wide, water and cum squirting out of my hole with every brutal thrust. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn loose now, sweetheart,” he growled, his voice sharp and predatory, his dark eyes burning with lust as he watched my tiny cock throb in my G-string, leaking precum onto my pale skin. The pressure on my prostate was relentless, the pleasure building in my core as he railed me, my curvy body trembling beneath him, my full lips parting in desperate moans as I took every inch, my pale skin marked with his handprints, the sun beating down on us as the terrace echoed with the wet slap of his hips against my plump ass.

“Shit, Bishop, I’m gonna fucking cum!” I cried out, my voice thick with need as the pleasure overwhelmed me, my tight balls aching as he pounded me, his cock hitting every sensitive spot inside me. I came hands-free, my tiny 2-inch cock spurting onto my pale stomach, the hot ropes of cum splattering across my perky tits as I screamed, my brown eyes half-lidded with ecstasy, my shapely thighs trembling in the air as the orgasm ripped through me, my hole clenching around his massive shaft. “Fuck, yes, look at you cumming for me,” Bishop grunted, his thrusts growing erratic as he watched me, his dark hands spanking my plump ass hard, the sharp sting mixing with the pleasure as I rode out my climax, my pale skin flushed with heat, my dark hair sticking to the tiles with sweat.

Bishop kept fucking me through my orgasm, his 10-incher relentless as he chased his own release, his dark eyes locked on my curvy body, my folded position giving him the perfect angle to wreck my hole. “I’m gonna fill you up, sweetheart,” he growled, his voice sharp as he slammed into me one last time, his cock pulsing as he unloaded deep in my ass, his hot cum flooding my bowels, mixing with the pool water and Khalid’s load already inside me. “Fuck, take it all!” he grunted, his dark hands gripping my thighs as he emptied himself, the thick ropes of cum filling me up, leaking out around his shaft as he pulled out, my gaping hole twitching, water and cum dripping onto the tiles below.

Bishop sat back on his heels, his 10-inch cock softening as he smirked down at me, his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Stay right there, sweetheart—don’t move,” he ordered, his voice sharp as he nodded to Khalid, who was watching from the pool, his dark eyes wide with excitement. “Squirt that cum and water out of your pretty little hole—let us see it.” I smirked, my full lips curling as I stayed in position, my legs still raised and ankles crossed behind my head, my plump ass tilted up, my pale skin glistening with sweat and cum. I clenched my hole, pushing out the mix of cum and water, the thick, messy stream squirting out of my gaping ass, splattering onto the tiles as the men whooped in joy, their voices echoing over the terrace. “Yes, my beauty, so dirty—make me laugh!” Khalid boomed, his Arabic accent thick as he clapped, his laughter infectious as Bishop joined in, their cheers making my pale skin flush with a twisted sense of pride.

I slowly lowered my legs, my toned limbs trembling as I sat up, my pale skin sticky with cum and sweat, my dark hair a tangled mess as I caught my breath, my brown eyes glancing between Khalid and Bishop. “Fuck, you two know how to celebrate,” I said, my voice husky as I smirked, my full lips curling as I stood, my curvy body swaying slightly, my G-string still clinging to my hips, soaked with water and cum. I dove back into the pool to rinse off, the cool water soothing my sore hole as I swam a quick lap, my long legs kicking smoothly, my pale skin glistening as I emerged, water dripping from my shapely thighs.

I climbed out, grabbing a towel from a nearby lounge chair to dry off, my pale skin prickling in the warm air as I wrapped it around my curvy body, my perky tits pressing against the fabric. I headed back to the guest room, my bare feet padding softly on the plush carpet, my mind already shifting to my next move. Laura was still groggy, tangled in the sheets on the bed, her blonde hair a mess, her green eyes blinking open as I shook her awake. “Rise and fucking shine, Laura,” I said, my voice sharp but playful, my brown eyes gleaming as I tossed her clothes onto the bed. “We’ve got breakfast, but I need to grab Aiden first—I’m outta here after we eat.”

I left Laura to get dressed and padded into the living room, where Aiden was sprawled on the couch, his skinny 19-year-old frame taking up the whole space, his messy black hair sticking out at odd angles. He was still sleeping off the night’s excesses, his green eyes fluttering open as I nudged him awake, my pale fingers poking his shoulder. “Get up, Aiden, you lazy fuck,” I teased, my voice carrying the same playful edge as I tossed his clothes at him from the nearby chair. “Breakfast is waiting, and we’re leaving after.”

Khalid called someone to bring the keys to the beachfront property in Salt Beach, Kings Harbor, his voice booming through the penthouse as he arranged everything, his Arabic accent thick with excitement. “Only the best for my girl, yes?” he shouted, his laughter echoing as I changed back into my sparkly silver mini dress from last night, the thin straps digging into my pale shoulders, the hem barely covering my plump ass as I slipped on my black strappy high-heeled sandals, my toned legs gleaming in the morning light. Laura pulled on her black crop top, metallic silver mini skirt, and matching sandals, her green eyes still sleepy but warm as she smiled at me, her petite frame bouncing with energy.

Khalid’s maid served breakfast on the terrace, a spread of fresh fruit, pastries, and coffee, the table set with a view of the Liberty Heights skyline, the Silvertower district glittering in the distance. Khalid, Bishop, Laura, Aiden, and I sat together, the morning filled with laughter at Khalid’s playful antics, his Arabic accent bringing levity as he told a ridiculous story about a camel race, his dark eyes twinkling as he made us all crack up, even Aiden, who was still half-dead from the night before. “You see, my friends, the camel—he win because he cheat, yes? Just like me in business!” Khalid roared, his laughter infectious as I sipped my coffee, my full lips curling into a genuine smile, my brown eyes softening for the first time that morning.

After breakfast, I grabbed my keys, my pale skin still marked with faint bruises from the night’s chaos, my curvy body sore but buzzing with energy as I led Laura and Aiden to my white ‘80s Lotus Esprit Turbo parked outside. I drove Laura to her parents’ house in Crown Hill, Kings Harbor, the ride quiet as she chatted lightly about the party, her voice bubbly as she recounted how Jake had tripped into the pool, completely unaware of the deeper troubles I was facing. “You were the star, Mira—everyone loved you,” she said, her green eyes warm as I pulled up to her house, a tree-lined brownstone with a quaint porch. I hugged her, my pale arms wrapping around her petite frame, my heart heavy but grateful for her innocence amidst my chaos.

With Laura dropped off, I drove to the beachfront house Khalid had promised in Salt Beach, Kings Harbor, the Lotus purring smoothly as I navigated the gritty shoreline streets, the Iron Pier boardwalk visible in the distance with its carnival rides and dive bars. The house was as wonderful as Khalid described—a quaint, modern property with a garage facing the road, perfect for pulling in and out, and a porch overlooking the ocean, the waves crashing gently against the shore. I stepped onto the porch, my black strappy high-heeled sandals clicking on the wood, my sparkly silver mini dress shimmering in the sunlight as I leaned against the railing, my dark hair blowing in the breeze, my brown eyes taking in the peaceful view.

For the first time in weeks, I felt a rare sense of calm, my pale skin prickling with the ocean air, my curvy body relaxing as I breathed in the salty scent, my full lips curling into a soft smile. This place was a sanctuary, a temporary retreat from the chaos of Empire City, and I was grateful for it. My mind was already working on my next moves—dye my hair, keep a low profile, maybe start that car dealership Khalid promised. My hustle was adapting to the new challenges ahead, and I was ready to face them, my brown eyes sharp with determination as I watched the waves, my pale skin glowing in the golden light of Salt Beach.