My bright pink sneakers
squeaked against the floor of the white ‘80s Lotus Esprit Turbo as I floored
the accelerator, the city lights of Liberty Heights blurring past in a chaotic
haze. I was still in my fitted, short-sleeved crop top with a subtle leopard
print pattern, clinging to my perky A-cup tits, and high-waisted, frayed denim
mini shorts that hugged my plump ass and showcased my toned legs. My dark, wavy
hair whipped around my shoulders as the wind roared through the open window, my
brown eyes wide with panic, long lashes fluttering against the sting of smoke
in the air. The explosion at my Midcity apartment—Apartment 503—was still
fresh, the acrid stench of burning wood and chemicals clinging to my pale ivory
skin as I gripped the steering wheel, my heart pounding in my chest.
Aiden sat beside me, his
skinny frame hunched in the passenger seat, his messy black hair falling into
his green eyes as he turned to me, voice trembling. “Mira, what the fuck is
going on?” At 19, he looked like a scared kid, his white skin pale with fear,
his bony hands gripping the edge of the seat.
I shot him a sharp glance, my
full pouty lips curling into a snarl. “It’s fucking Zion’s Blade, that’s what!
Those Eastern European Jewish bastards have been after me all day—first they
torched my E21 at Salt Beach, now they’ve blown up my goddamn apartment!” My
voice cracked with fury, my high cheekbones flushed as I swerved through
traffic, the Lotus’s engine roaring like my rage.
Aiden’s green eyes widened,
guilt washing over his gaunt face. “Shit, Mira, I’m so sorry. This is all my
fault—I dragged you into this mess with the Blade. I never should’ve fucked
with them, trying to scam them with that fake coke…” His voice broke, and he
ran a shaky hand through his hair, looking like he might cry.
I slammed my hand on the
steering wheel, my shapely thighs tensing as I snapped, “Yeah, you’re a fucking
asshole, Aiden! You keep screwing shit up for me, dragging me into your junkie
messes!” I paused, exhaling hard, my tone softening as I saw the genuine regret
in his eyes. “But I forgive you, okay? Don’t worry about it. We’ve got bigger
problems right now.” My focus was on survival, not grudges—I needed to keep my
head straight if we were going to make it through this.
I grabbed my phone, my
delicate fingers trembling as I dialed Kemar, my Jamaican ally who’d been with
me through the factory ambush that intensified this war with Zion’s Blade. He
picked up on the second ring, his thick patois warm but laced with concern.
“Yuh good, lioness? Wha’gwan?”
“Kemar, it’s bad,” I said, my
voice tight as I sped through the glittering streets of Liberty Heights.
“Zion’s Blade is coming for me hard. Since the factory ambush, they’ve been
relentless—first they hit me and Luca at the beach, then they torched my E21
last night, and now my fucking apartment just exploded in Midcity. I’ve got
Aiden with me, but I don’t know what to do.”
Kemar’s voice hardened, but
the affection in his tone was clear. “Mira, yuh need to lay low, yuh hear?
Change yuh SIM card, get a new numba, and don’t talk to none a yuh criminal
breddas—not Blaze, not Salerno, nobody. Text me when yuh get the new numba, and
I’ll use my contacts to figure out wha’ the Blade up to. I’ll call yuh when I
know somethin’. Stay safe, mi lioness.”
“Thanks, Kemar,” I murmured,
hanging up as I pulled into a quiet corner near Gold Street. I stepped out of
the Lotus, my toned legs flexing as I strode into a small convenience store, my
mini shorts riding up slightly as I moved. I grabbed a new SIM card, swapped it
into my phone with quick, practiced movements, and texted Kemar the new number
before tossing the old SIM into a nearby trash bin. My digital ties were
severed—for now, I was a ghost.
Back in the car, I turned to
Aiden, my brown eyes softening as I forced a small smile. “We’re heading to
Laura’s place in Crown Hill, Kings Harbor. We need somewhere safe to lay low.”
Aiden nodded, his skinny frame relaxing slightly as I drove us out of Liberty
Heights, the skyscrapers giving way to the weathered brownstones and street art
of Kings Harbor.
Laura’s tidy suburban house
in Crown Hill was a welcome sight, its tree-lined streets a stark contrast to
the chaos we’d just fled. Laura greeted us at the door, her 18-year-old
cheerleader vibe in full force—petite, white, blonde hair cascading over her
shoulders, green eyes sparkling with excitement. “Mira! Aiden! You made it!”
she chirped, pulling me into a hug, her soft hands brushing my pale skin as I
forced a smile, my heart still racing.
We settled in her room, a
cozy space with fairy lights and posters of boy bands, and chatted lightly
about school memories and her latest cheer routines. I kept the day’s chaos—my
torched car, my blown-up apartment—hidden to protect her, my full lips curved
into a fake grin as I nodded along. Aiden, ever loyal, followed my lead, his
green eyes darting to me with a mix of guilt and gratitude. He worshipped the
ground I walked on, and I knew he’d never cross that line with me, but I could
see the tension in his skinny frame—he needed this normalcy as much as I did.
At 7 p.m., Laura clapped her
hands, her green eyes gleaming. “Okay, time to get ready for your birthday
party, Mira! You can borrow a dress from my sister—she’s your size.” I was in
no mood to celebrate, my mind still on Zion’s Blade and the smoldering ruins of
my life, but I played along for Laura’s sake, not wanting to dim her sweetness.
I took a quick bath, the hot water washing away the day’s grime, soothing my
shapely thighs and pale skin as I scrubbed the scent of smoke from my dark
hair.
I slipped into the sparkly
silver mini dress Laura had picked out, its thin straps and shimmering fabric
hugging my hourglass figure, accentuating my perky A-cup tits and plump ass. I
paired it with black strappy high-heeled sandals, the heels clicking softly as
I adjusted the dress, my brown eyes catching my reflection in the mirror—high
cheekbones sharp, full pouty lips glossy with a quick swipe of lip balm. Laura
dressed in a black crop top, a metallic silver mini skirt, and matching black
strappy sandals, her blonde hair swept into a high ponytail as she beamed at
me. “You look amazing, Mira!” she squealed, and I managed a genuine smile, her
enthusiasm infectious despite my turmoil.
Aiden, still in his worn
jeans and faded tee, gave me a shy nod, his green eyes warm with admiration.
“You do look great,” he said softly, his voice full of reverence. I ruffled his
messy black hair, my long lashes fluttering as I led the way back to the Lotus.
The three of us piled in, the engine purring as I drove us back to Liberty
Heights, the skyscrapers looming closer as we headed for Khalid’s penthouse. We
arrived at 8:15 p.m., parking in the underground garage of the sleek building.
My stomach churned with unease—Khalid was potentially a dangerous man, a
wealthy Arab client I’d fucked before, and I didn’t trust him—but I pushed the
feeling down as we took the elevator to the top floor, the doors opening to a
party already in full swing.
The penthouse terrace was
alive with 30 people drinking, dancing, and snorting coke by the poolside, the
city skyline glittering behind them. Laura grabbed my hand, her green eyes wide
with excitement. “Surprise! I invited 20 of our school friends—16 boys and 4
girls!” she said, pointing to the familiar faces mingling with Khalid, his
escorts Lena and Zara, and a handful of his associates I didn’t recognize.
Khalid approached, a broad smile on his chubby face, his heavy Arabic accent
thick as he pulled me into a hug. At 40, he was overweight, with slick black
hair, dark eyes, and a gold chain glinting against his tan skin, dressed in a
silk shirt and tailored pants. “Happy birthday, Mira, my beauty!” he boomed,
his hands lingering on my hips as he tried to make me laugh. “You look like
star tonight—let’s make it sparkle more, yes?”
He handed me a $1,000 gift
card to a posh fashion brand, and I thanked him, my brown eyes scanning the
crowd as my school friends swarmed me. There was Jake, a lanky 19-year-old
white guy with shaggy brown hair and blue eyes; Sarah, a petite 18-year-old white
girl with red hair and freckles; and others I’d known from those awkward high
school days. They chatted excitedly, admiring how stunning I looked
post-transition, many of the girls—like Sarah and her friend Emily, a curvy
19-year-old with black hair and hazel eyes—apologizing for their past
unacceptance. “We were such bitches back then,” Sarah admitted, her voice soft.
I forgave them with a wave of my hand, letting old wounds fade as the party’s
energy pulled me in.
A birthday cake arrived, its
candles flickering as Laura and I blew them out together, the crowd singing and
clapping. The night escalated, drinks flowing, bodies grinding by the pool, the
coke and alcohol igniting a reckless heat in the air. I let myself enjoy it,
the chaos a temporary escape from my fucked-up day, but then Khalid’s voice cut
through the music, his Arabic accent thick with mischief. “No kids here, yes?
Who ready for orgy—let’s make party real fun!” To my shock, everyone roared
their assent, even Laura and the school girls, the drugs and drinks stripping
away all inhibitions as the night spiraled into raw, chaotic revelry.
The air on Khalid’s penthouse
terrace was thick with lust, the city skyline of Liberty Heights glowing
against the night sky as the party turned feral. I stood near the pool, the
sparkly silver mini dress clinging to my hourglass figure, its thin straps digging
into my pale ivory skin as I felt the heat of 30 pairs of eyes on me. My perky
A-cup tits pressed against the shimmering fabric, my plump ass barely covered
by the hem, and my long, toned legs gleamed in the black strappy high-heeled
sandals. My brown eyes, framed by long lashes, darted around the crowd, my full
pouty lips parted slightly as I took in the chaotic energy—drinks, coke, and
grinding bodies everywhere.
Khalid, the overweight
40-year-old Arab client with slick black hair and dark eyes, stepped closer,
his gold chain glinting as he pulled me into a tight hug, his hands groping my
curvy hips. “Mira, my beauty, let’s start this party proper, yes?” he said, his
heavy Arabic accent dripping with mischief as he chuckled, trying to make me
laugh. His bold hands slid down to my plump ass, squeezing hard through the
dress, and I gasped, my heart-shaped face flushing as he pressed his lips to
mine. I kissed him back, our tongues tangling in a sloppy, hungry dance, his
breath hot with whiskey as he groped me harder, his fingers digging into my
shapely thighs.
Lena and Zara, Khalid’s
escorts, knelt in front of us, their movements smooth and practiced. Lena, a
30-year-old white woman with blonde hair, fake D-cup tits, and icy blue eyes,
smirked up at me as she tugged down Khalid’s pants, freeing his thick 8-inch
cock, veiny and already hard. Zara, a 28-year-old curvy Black woman with long
braids, hazel eyes, and glossy lips, yanked aside my G-string under the mini
dress, exposing my tiny 2-inch cock and tight balls. The crowd gathered around,
their eyes burning with arousal as Lena wrapped her lips around Khalid’s dick,
sucking hard, her head bobbing as she took him deep. Zara’s warm mouth closed
over my tiny cock, her tongue swirling around the head, sucking me with slow,
deliberate pulls that made my long legs quiver, my pale skin prickling with
heat.
“Fuck, look at them go,”
someone muttered from the crowd, the tension rising as everyone watched, their
breaths heavy, hands already roaming over each other. Khalid groaned, his hands
still on my ass as Lena sucked him harder, her throat bulging with his girth.
Zara’s lips worked me expertly, her hazel eyes locked on mine as she teased my
tight balls with her fingers, making me moan into Khalid’s mouth, my full lips
slick with spit. The crowd’s arousal was palpable, but some hesitated, unsure
how to dive into the orgy. Khalid pulled back from our kiss, his dark eyes
gleaming as he looked down at Lena and Zara. “Go on, girls, get the guests
started—they shy, yes? Make them laugh, make them fuck!” he said with a booming
laugh, his accent thick as he waved them off, always trying to lighten the
mood.
Lena and Zara stood, their
movements sultry as they sauntered into the crowd, Lena pulling Jake, the lanky
19-year-old with shaggy brown hair and blue eyes, into a deep kiss while Zara
straddled Sarah, the petite redhead, grinding against her as the school friends
started to shed their inhibitions. Khalid turned back to me, his grin predatory
as he grabbed my hips, lifting me onto the table near my birthday cake, the
frosting still smeared on the platter. “Time for main course, Mira,” he purred,
his accent making the words sound almost comical as he knelt between my legs,
his hands spreading my toned thighs wide. I leaned back on my elbows, my dark,
wavy hair spilling over the table as he yanked aside the back strap of my
G-string, exposing my tight asshole to the cool night air.
Khalid dove in, his tongue
lapping at my hole with vigorous, sloppy strokes, eating my ass like a starving
man. “Fuck, Khalid!” I gasped, my voice thick with need as his tongue plunged
inside, fucking me with wet, relentless thrusts, his hands gripping my shapely
thighs to hold me in place. My tiny cock throbbed above, leaking precum onto my
pale stomach as he worked me, his dark eyes glancing up to meet mine, the
intensity making my heart race. The crowd around us was fully in motion
now—Jake had Sarah bent over a lounge chair, fucking her from behind, while
Lena sucked off one of Khalid’s associates, a stocky 35-year-old white guy with
a buzzcut and brown eyes. Zara was on her knees, blowing Aiden, his skinny
frame trembling as he groaned, his green eyes wide with pleasure.
The heat was building in me,
my plump ass twitching under Khalid’s tongue, when Jake, the lanky school
friend, overcame his embarrassment and stepped up beside the table, his blue
eyes nervous but hungry. He unzipped his jeans, pulling out a thick 6-inch
cock, the head already glistening with precum. “Mira… can I?” he asked, his
voice shaky. I gave him a wink, my long lashes fluttering as I leaned over, my
full lips parting to take him into my mouth. “Fuck yeah, Jake,” I purred, my
voice husky as I wrapped my lips around his cock, sucking hard, my tongue
swirling around the head as I took him deep, my throat relaxing to let him
slide in.
Khalid stood up, his 8-inch
cock throbbing as he positioned himself between my legs, the head pressing
against my slick hole. “You ready for me, birthday girl?” he growled, his
accent making me smirk despite the heat, and then he shoved into me, his thick
cock stretching my ass wide as I moaned around Jake’s dick, the sound muffled
by his girth. Khalid fucked me hard, his hips slamming against my plump ass,
each thrust hitting my prostate just right, making my tiny cock bounce and leak
as I sucked Jake off, my lips and tongue working him like a goddamn pro, spit
dripping down my chin as I took them both, the table creaking under us.
Khalid pounded me for a few
more thrusts, his hands groping my perky A-cup tits through the dress, but he
pulled out before he could cum, stepping aside with a dramatic flourish. “Next,
yes? Share the star!” he laughed, his accent thick as he gestured to the crowd.
Another classmate, Ryan, a 19-year-old white guy with short blond hair, green
eyes, and a lean build, took Khalid’s place, his 7-inch cock already hard as he
slid into my ass, picking up where Khalid left off. I moaned around Jake’s
cock, my throat stretched as I sucked him harder, when another classmate, Cody,
a 18-year-old white guy with curly black hair and hazel eyes, approached from
the other side of the table, his 6.5-inch cock in hand. I reached out with my
free hand, stroking Cody’s dick, my fingers slick with precum as I worked him,
my body a fucking symphony of pleasure—Ryan fucking my ass, Jake in my mouth,
and Cody in my hand.
Around us, the orgy was in
full swing. Laura was on her knees, sucking off one of the school boys, a
chubby 19-year-old named Matt with brown hair and blue eyes, while Sarah and
Emily were tangled with two of Khalid’s associates, getting fucked hard on the
pool deck. Aiden was with Zara now, fucking her from behind as she moaned, her
hazel eyes rolling back, while Lena was riding another school friend, her fake
tits bouncing as the party turned into a writhing mass of bodies, the air thick
with moans and the scent of sex.
Ryan’s thrusts grew faster,
his 7-incher hitting my prostate with every brutal push, and I felt the
pressure building, my tight balls aching as I worked Jake and Cody, my lips and
hand a blur. The night was only getting started, and I was ready to take every
fucking inch of it.
Ryan’s 7-inch cock pounded my
ass relentlessly, his lean frame slamming against my plump rear as I lay on the
table near the birthday cake, my sparkly silver mini dress bunched around my
waist, the thin straps slipping off my pale shoulders. My perky A-cup tits
bounced with each thrust, my toned legs spread wide, black strappy high-heeled
sandals dangling in the air. I sucked Jake’s 6-inch cock hard, my full pouty
lips sealed tight around him, my tongue swirling as I took him deep into my
throat, spit dripping down my chin onto my pale ivory skin. My right hand
pumped Cody’s 6.5-inch dick, my fingers slick with his precum as I worked him,
my brown eyes half-lidded with lust, long lashes fluttering as I moaned around
Jake’s girth, the sound muffled but desperate.
Ryan groaned, his green eyes
locked on my curvy body as he fucked me, his hands gripping my shapely thighs.
“Fuck, Mira, you’re so tight,” he growled, his blond hair sticking to his
forehead with sweat as he thrust harder, his cock hitting my prostate just
right, making my tiny 2-inch cock throb and leak onto my stomach. I pulled off
Jake’s dick for a moment, a string of spit connecting my full lips to his tip
as I gasped, “Keep fucking me, Ryan, don’t stop!” before diving back in,
sucking Jake with renewed hunger, my throat stretching wide as he started to
fuck my mouth, his hands tangling in my dark, wavy hair.
Cody’s hazel eyes burned with
need as I stroked him faster, his curly black hair bouncing as he thrust into
my hand. “Shit, Mira, you’re gonna make me cum,” he muttered, his voice thick
with lust. I winked at him, my long lashes casting shadows on my high
cheekbones, my heart-shaped face flushed with heat as I took Jake deeper,
gagging slightly, the wet sound echoing over the terrace. The orgy around us
was a fucking chaos of bodies—Laura was bent over a lounge chair now, getting
railed by Matt, the chubby 19-year-old with brown hair, while Sarah and Emily
were on their knees, sucking off two of Khalid’s associates, their moans mixing
with the thumping music. Aiden was tangled with Zara, his skinny frame pressed
against her curvy body as he fucked her missionary-style on the pool deck, his
green eyes wide with pleasure.
I felt hands on my mini
dress, tugging it up and over my head, leaving me in just my G-string and
heels, my pale skin exposed to the cool night air. Ryan pulled out of my ass,
his cock slick with my juices, and before I could catch my breath, Jake and Cody
lifted me off the table, their hands roaming my hourglass figure as they
carried me to a poolside lounge chair. A 20-year-old white guy named Ethan,
with short brown hair, blue eyes, and a muscular build, lay down on the chair,
his 7-inch cock standing straight up, veiny and throbbing. “Get on me, Mira,”
he said, his voice rough with need as I straddled his hips, my back to him, my
toned legs on either side of his waist.
I lowered myself onto Ethan’s
cock, my tight asshole stretching wide as he filled me, the crowd around us
getting a perfect view of my tiny cock and tight balls bouncing as his dick
disappeared inside me, my plump ass jiggling with each motion. “Fuck, that’s
hot,” someone muttered, and I smirked, my full lips curling as I leaned forward
slightly, my hands braced on Ethan’s thighs. I turned to my left, where Matt,
the chubby school friend, stood with his 6-inch cock out, and I wrapped my lips
around him, sucking hard, my tongue teasing the head as I bobbed my head. On my
right, a 19-year-old school friend named Dylan, with messy blond hair and green
eyes, offered his 6.5-inch cock, and I grabbed it with my right hand, stroking
him in time with my movements, my pale skin glistening with sweat under the
terrace lights.
Ethan fucked up into me, his
hands gripping my hips as he thrust, my ass clenching around him with every
brutal push. I moaned around Matt’s cock, the vibration making him groan as he
fucked my mouth, his hands in my dark hair. Dylan’s dick pulsed in my hand, his
green eyes locked on my curvy body as I worked him, my fingers slick with his
precum. The pleasure was building, my tight balls aching as Ethan hit my
prostate just right, when another school friend, a 19-year-old white guy named
Tyler with short black hair and brown eyes, knelt between my legs, his 7-inch
cock in hand. “Let’s make this tighter,” he said with a grin, pressing the head
of his cock against my already-stuffed hole.
“Fuck, yes!” I gasped,
pulling off Matt’s cock for a moment, my voice thick with need as Tyler pushed
in, his 7-incher sliding in alongside Ethan’s, double-stuffing my ass with a
slow, burning stretch that made me cry out, my long legs trembling on either
side of Ethan. “Oh, shit, that’s so fucking tight!” I moaned, my brown eyes
rolling back as they started to move, their cocks working in tandem, one
pulling out as the other thrust in, wrecking my hole with every brutal push. I
dove back onto Matt’s cock, sucking him hard, my lips and tongue a blur as I
stroked Dylan faster, my body a fucking mess of pleasure, my tiny cock leaking
steadily now.
Around us, the orgy was a
writhing mass of bodies. Laura was on her back on the pool deck, getting fucked
by one of Khalid’s associates, a 35-year-old white guy with a shaved head and
gray eyes, while she sucked off another school friend. Sarah and Emily were
tangled with Lena, the three of them eating each other out in a daisy chain,
their moans echoing over the terrace. Aiden was with Zara again, fucking her
doggy-style as she blew another guy, her hazel eyes glazed with pleasure.
Khalid was with one of the school girls, a petite 18-year-old brunette named
Lily, spanking her ass as he fucked her, his Arabic accent thick as he shouted,
“Take it, little flower—make me laugh with your squeals!”
Ethan’s thrusts grew erratic,
his 7-incher throbbing inside me as he groaned, “I’m gonna fucking cum, Mira!”
He unloaded deep in my ass, his hot cum filling me up, the sensation pushing me
closer to the edge as Tyler kept fucking me, his cock sliding through the mess
Ethan left behind. Ethan’s dick slipped out, soft and spent, and Tyler pulled
out too, stepping back as I was lifted off the chair and placed on my hands and
knees on the cool terrace floor, my pale skin marked with sweat and cum.
Jake, the lanky school
friend, knelt behind me, his 6-inch cock sliding into my cum-slick hole with
ease, fucking me hard as I moaned, my dark hair swinging with each thrust.
Three school friends—Dylan, Cody, and a new guy, a 19-year-old named Alex with short
red hair and blue eyes, with a 6-inch cock—lined up in front of me, taking
turns fucking my mouth. Dylan went first, his 6.5-incher stretching my throat
as he gripped my hair, thrusting deep, making me gag as spit dripped down my
chin. “Fuck, your mouth is perfect,” he growled, pulling out to let Cody take
his turn, his 6.5-inch cock sliding in as I sucked him hard, my full lips
sealed tight around him. Alex went next, his 6-incher fucking my throat as I
moaned around him, Jake’s thrusts behind me hitting my prostate with every
brutal push, my tiny cock throbbing beneath me, aching for release.
The night was a fucking
whirlwind, and I was at the center of it, taking every inch, every thrust, my
body a canvas for their lust as the orgy raged on around me, the city lights of
Liberty Heights glittering in the distance.
I was on my hands and knees
on the cool terrace floor of Khalid’s penthouse, my pale ivory skin slick with
sweat and cum, my dark, wavy hair swinging with every brutal thrust from Jake
behind me. His 6-inch cock pounded my cum-slick hole, my plump ass jiggling as
he fucked me hard, his hands gripping my hips, the wet slap of our bodies
echoing over the thumping music. My black strappy high-heeled sandals dug into
the floor, my toned legs trembling as I braced myself, my perky A-cup tits
swaying beneath me, nipples hard against the night air. My G-string was long
gone, leaving my tiny 2-inch cock and tight balls exposed, bouncing with each
thrust as Jake hit my prostate just right, sending jolts of pleasure through
me.
In front of me, Dylan, Cody,
and Alex took turns fucking my mouth, their cocks a relentless assault on my
throat. Dylan, the 19-year-old with messy blond hair and green eyes, gripped my
hair tight, his 6.5-incher sliding deep, making me gag as spit dripped down my
chin onto my full pouty lips. “Fuck, Mira, you take it so good,” he growled,
pulling out to let Cody, the 18-year-old with curly black hair and hazel eyes,
take his turn. Cody’s 6.5-inch cock stretched my throat as I sucked him hard,
my tongue swirling around the head, my brown eyes watering as I looked up at
him, long lashes wet with tears of effort. Alex, a 19-year-old with short red
hair and blue eyes, went next, his 6-inch cock fucking my mouth as I moaned
around him, the vibration making him groan as he thrust deeper, his hands
tangling in my hair.
Jake’s pace quickened behind
me, his thrusts growing erratic as he groaned, “Shit, I’m close!” Before he
could cum, another school friend, Tyler, the 19-year-old with short black hair
and brown eyes, mounted me from above, his 7-inch cock pressing against my
already-stuffed hole. “Let’s make this tighter, Jake,” he said, his voice rough
as he pushed in, double-stuffing my ass alongside Jake, the burning stretch
making me cry out around Alex’s cock, my voice muffled but desperate. “Fuck,
yes, wreck my hole!” I gasped, pulling off Alex for a moment, my full lips
slick with spit as I braced myself for the onslaught.
The two cocks in my ass moved
in tandem, Jake pulling out as Tyler thrust in, their rhythm brutal, stretching
me wide as they fucked me, my prostate taking a relentless pounding. Dylan
stepped up again, shoving his 6.5-incher back into my mouth, fucking my throat
hard as I gagged, spit and precum dripping down my chin. “Take it, you fucking
slut,” he snarled, his green eyes burning with lust as he unloaded, his hot cum
shooting down my throat, filling my mouth as I swallowed every drop, my throat
working to take it all. Jake groaned behind me, his 6-inch cock pulsing as he
came, his cum flooding my ass, mixing with Ethan’s load from earlier, the
sensation pushing me over the edge. I came hard, my tiny cock spurting onto the
terrace floor, my body shaking as the pleasure ripped through me, my shapely
thighs quivering with the intensity.
Jake pulled out, his cock
soft and spent, and Tyler took over, fucking me hard as another school friend,
Matt, the chubby 19-year-old with brown hair and blue eyes, slid into my ass
from behind, his 6-inch cock joining Tyler’s, double-stuffing me again. “Goddamn,
Mira, you’re a fucking dream,” Matt muttered, his hands spanking my plump ass
as they fucked me, their cocks stretching me wide, cum leaking out around them
with every thrust. Around us, the orgy was a chaotic mess—Laura was on her
back, getting fucked by one of Khalid’s associates, a 35-year-old white guy
with a shaved head, while she sucked off another school friend, her green eyes
glazed with pleasure. Sarah and Emily were tangled with Lena, the three of them
in a pile, fingering and eating each other out, their moans loud and desperate.
Aiden was with Zara, fucking her hard as she blew another guy, her curvy body
bouncing with each thrust. The ratio was brutal—24 guys to 8 girls—so every
girl was kept busy, taking multiple cocks, their bodies slick with cum and
sweat.
Matt pulled out of my ass,
stepping back as Tyler lifted me off the floor, his hands gripping my plump ass
as he held me up, my long legs wrapping around his waist, my arms around his
neck. “Let’s take this up a notch,” he said, his brown eyes burning as he
shoved his 7-inch cock back into my ass, the angle deep and brutal as he fucked
me standing, my pale skin pressed against his chest. Another school friend, a
19-year-old named Ethan with short brown hair and blue eyes, stepped up behind
me, his 7-inch cock pressing against my hole. “Room for one more,” he said with
a grin, pushing in alongside Tyler, double-penetrating my ass as I moaned, my
voice echoing over the terrace, my tiny cock pressed against Tyler’s stomach as
they fucked me, their cocks stretching me wide.
“Fuck, yes, fill me up!” I
cried, my brown eyes rolling back as they thrust in unison, their cocks hitting
my prostate with every brutal push, cum leaking out around them as they fucked
me. Tyler came first, his 7-incher pulsing as he unloaded deep in my ass, his
hot cum mixing with the mess already inside me, the sensation making me shudder
in his arms. Ethan followed, his 7-inch cock throbbing as he came, his cum
flooding my hole, dripping down my shapely thighs as they both pulled out,
leaving me trembling, my pale skin marked with their handprints.
Another school friend, a
20-year-old white guy named Chris with short blond hair and green eyes, lay
down on a spread towel on the floor, his 7-inch cock standing straight up. I
straddled his hips, lowering myself onto his dick, my cum-slick hole taking him
in with ease as I moaned, my hands braced on his chest. Another guy, a
19-year-old school friend named Luke with curly brown hair and hazel eyes,
stepped up behind me, his 6.5-inch cock pressing against my hole, pushing in
alongside Chris, double-stuffing my ass as I cried out, the stretch burning but
so fucking good. I leaned forward, my full lips parting as Dylan stepped up in
front of me, his 6.5-incher back for more, and I sucked him hard, my tongue
swirling around the head as I took him deep. On either side of me, Alex and
Cody offered their cocks again, and I grabbed them, stroking Alex’s 6-inch dick
with my right hand and Cody’s 6.5-incher with my left, my body a fucking
machine, taking five cocks at once.
Luke came hard behind me, his
6.5-inch cock unloading in my ass, his cum mixing with the others as he pulled
out, stepping back. Cody, on my left, took his place, his 6.5-incher sliding
into my ass alongside Chris’s, double-stuffing me again as I moaned around
Dylan’s cock, my throat stretched wide. Around us, the orgy was a mess of cum
and bodies—Laura had taken multiple loads, her face and tits coated as she
fucked another guy, her blonde hair a mess. Sarah and Emily were on their
knees, sucking off Khalid’s associates, cum dripping down their chins, while
Lena and Zara were each taking two guys at once, their moans loud and
desperate. Every girl had taken multiple loads in their mouths and pussies, the
air thick with the scent of sex, the terrace a writhing mass of bodies under
the glittering skyline of Liberty Heights.
Chris’s thrusts grew faster
beneath me, his 7-incher hitting my prostate as Cody fucked me from behind, and
I felt the pressure building again, my tight balls aching as I sucked and
stroked, my body trembling with the intensity of it all.
I was on the spread towel on
the terrace floor, my pale ivory skin slick with sweat and cum, my dark, wavy
hair a tangled mess as I straddled Chris, the 20-year-old with short blond hair
and green eyes. His 7-inch cock was buried deep in my ass, my plump rear
clenching around him as I rocked my hips, my toned legs trembling on either
side of him. Cody, the 18-year-old with curly black hair and hazel eyes, was
behind me, his 6.5-incher double-stuffing my hole alongside Chris, their cocks
stretching me wide, the burning pleasure making my brown eyes roll back, long
lashes fluttering as I moaned. My tiny 2-inch cock and tight balls bounced with
each thrust, leaking precum onto Chris’s stomach, my perky A-cup tits jiggling
as I moved. I sucked Dylan’s 6.5-inch cock hard, my full pouty lips sealed
tight around him, my tongue swirling as I took him deep, while my hands stroked
Alex’s 6-inch dick on my right and Cody’s 6.5-incher on my left, my fingers
slick with their precum.
“Fuck, Mira, you’re a goddamn
machine,” Chris groaned beneath me, his hands gripping my shapely thighs as he
thrust up into me, his cock hitting my prostate with every brutal push. Cody
spanked my plump ass hard, the sharp sting making me cry out around Dylan’s
dick, the sound muffled as I gagged, spit dripping down my chin. “Take it, you
little slut,” Cody growled, his thrusts syncing with Chris’s, wrecking my hole
as I worked Dylan’s cock, my throat stretched wide. Alex and Cody groaned on
either side of me, their cocks pulsing in my hands as I stroked them, my pale
skin marked with sweat and cum under the terrace lights of Liberty Heights.
Chris pulled out, his
7-incher soft and spent, and I was lifted off the towel, my body trembling as
Cody guided me to lie on my back on the floor, my long legs spread wide, my
black strappy high-heeled sandals glinting in the light. Laura, the 18-year-old
blonde cheerleader with green eyes, was laid atop me, her petite frame pressed
against mine as we 69’d, her warm mouth closing over my tiny cock, sucking
hard, her tongue teasing the head as I moaned, my full lips finding her clit. I
sucked on it, my tongue flicking over the sensitive bud as her sweet juices
coated my face, my brown eyes locked on her pussy. A 19-year-old school friend
named Brian, with short brown hair and blue eyes, knelt behind Laura, his
7-inch cock sliding into her pussy, fucking her hard as I licked her clit, her
moans vibrating against my cock.
Behind me, Tyler, the
19-year-old with short black hair and brown eyes, shoved his 7-inch cock back
into my ass, the angle deep and brutal as he fucked me, my cum-slick hole
taking him in with ease. “Fuck, Mira, you’re so goddamn loose now,” he growled,
his hands gripping my hips as he pounded me, his cock hitting my prostate just
right. The pleasure was overwhelming, Laura’s mouth on my cock, my tongue on
her clit, and Tyler’s dick in my ass, when Brian and Tyler came together, their
cocks pulsing as Brian unloaded in Laura’s pussy, his cum dripping down onto my
face, and Tyler filled my ass, his hot load mixing with the others inside me. I
moaned against Laura’s clit, the sensation pushing me closer to the edge as she
sucked me harder, her green eyes glazed with lust.
Laura was lifted off me, and
I was pulled to my knees, facing Sarah, the petite 18-year-old redhead with
freckles and green eyes. We knelt face to face, our lips crashing together in a
sloppy, desperate kiss, our tongues tangling as we moaned into each other’s
mouths, her hands groping my perky A-cup tits, pinching my nipples hard. Behind
me, Ethan, the 20-year-old with short brown hair and blue eyes, fucked my ass
with his 7-inch cock, his hands spanking my plump rear as he railed me, my pale
skin stinging with each hit. Behind Sarah, a 35-year-old white guy from
Khalid’s crew, with a shaved head and gray eyes, pounded her ass with his
7-inch cock, his thrusts matching Ethan’s as we kissed, our bodies rocking
together.
The guys pulled out, replaced
by two more—Matt, the chubby 19-year-old with brown hair and blue eyes, slid
his 6-inch cock into my ass, and another of Khalid’s associates, a 32-year-old
white guy with a buzzcut and brown eyes, fucked Sarah’s ass with his
6.5-incher. Khalid stepped up beside us, his 8-inch cock throbbing as he shoved
it between our faces, his Arabic accent thick as he laughed, “Two pretty girls
for me—make me happy, yes?” Sarah and I sucked his cock from either side, our
tongues licking along his shaft, our lips meeting around the head as we took
turns sucking him, his hands in our hair as Matt and the other guy fucked our
asses. The pleasure was too much—Matt’s cock hitting my prostate, Khalid’s dick
in my mouth, Sarah’s tongue against mine—and I came hard, my tiny cock spurting
onto the floor, my body trembling as I moaned around Khalid’s cock.
Sarah and I were pulled
apart, kneeling side by side on the floor as eight guys surrounded us—Jake,
Dylan, Cody, Alex, Ethan, Tyler, Brian, and Chris, their cocks hard and ready.
“Time to finish this, girls,” Jake said, his blue eyes burning as he shoved his
6-inch cock into my mouth, fucking my throat hard as I gagged, spit and precum
dripping down my chin. Dylan went next, his 6.5-incher stretching my throat as
he thrust deep, his hands gripping my hair. One by one, they took turns,
fucking our mouths and throats, their cocks a relentless assault as Sarah and I
moaned, our pale skin slick with sweat and cum. Finally, they pulled out,
stroking their cocks as they unloaded, flooding our mouths, faces, and tits
with their hot cum, the thick ropes splattering across my full pouty lips,
dripping down my perky A-cup tits, coating my pale skin as I swallowed what I
could, my brown eyes glazed with pleasure.
Around us, the orgy was
winding down, the other girls—Lena, Zara, Emily, Lily, and the rest—each coated
in cum, their faces and bodies slick with multiple loads, their moans fading as
the guys caught their breath. Aiden was with Laura, his skinny frame slumped
against her as they recovered, his green eyes soft with satisfaction. Khalid
was laughing with his associates, his Arabic accent thick as he clapped their
backs, joking, “Best party, yes? I make you all happy!” The terrace was a mess
of cum and sweat, the skyline of Liberty Heights glittering in the background
as the night finally started to quiet.
Thirty minutes later,
everyone had regained their composure, pulling on clothes and wiping down with
towels Khalid provided. The guests left one by one, each stopping to wish me a
happy birthday again, their voices warm as they thanked Khalid for a night
they’d never forget. “Mira, you star of the show—happy birthday, beauty!” Jake
said, his blue eyes twinkling as he hugged me, my pale skin still sticky with
cum. Laura, her blonde hair a mess, kissed my cheek, her green eyes soft. “I’m
so glad you had fun, Mira,” she whispered, and I smiled, my heart lighter
despite the chaos of the day.
Khalid approached as the last
guests left, his dark eyes gleaming as he pulled me aside, his hands lingering
on my hips. “Mira, my lioness, stay the night, yes? I have business proposition
for you in the morning—make you rich, make you laugh!” he said, his Arabic
accent thick as he chuckled, always trying to lighten the mood. I nodded, too
exhausted to argue, my body sore and wrecked from the orgy. Aiden and Laura
agreed to crash too, and we followed Khalid to his guest rooms, the plush beds
a welcome sight after the night’s chaos. I collapsed onto the mattress, my pale
skin marked with bruises and cum, my dark hair fanning out as I drifted off, my
mind already racing with what Khalid’s proposition might mean for my hustle in
Empire City.
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