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Chapter 1: Arrival at the Resort - The Eyes of the Bellman

Hayley's legs still trembled as she sat in the car, her body aching with the remnants of what had happened just hours ago. The memory of the stranger's thick cock filling her tight pussy and asshole kept flashing in her mind, sending a fresh wave of heat between her thighs. She hadn't told Kent—couldn't tell him. As he drove, humming softly, excited for their romantic getaway, he had no idea how dirty she felt, how full of shame she was... and how much she craved more.

Shifting in her seat, Hayley winced slightly, her asshole still sore, the stranger's cum still clinging to her insides. The tight denim shorts she wore only heightened the discomfort, rubbing against her sensitive skin. Her mind was torn between the guilt of what she had done and the deep, primal urge to feel that way again—to be used, degraded.

"Why don't you change into something more comfortable?" Kent asked, glancing at her with a sweet smile, oblivious to the filthy thoughts swirling in her mind. "We'll be there soon."

Hayley blinked, realising he was right. The tight shorts and low-cut top, which showed off her cleavage, now felt like a reminder of how exposed she had been earlier—how vulnerable. Nodding, she reached into the back seat and grabbed a light sundress from her bag, the fabric soft and flowing. She turned her back to Kent and slowly peeled off her shorts, the cool air of the car brushing against her bare legs as she slid the dress over her head. The dress was loose and airy, but it clung to her breasts and hips, the fabric teasing against her skin.

For a moment, as she adjusted the neckline, she caught sight of her reflection in the rearview mirror. Her eyes, light brown and wide with uncertainty, met her own. Her body trembled, her nipples hardening beneath the fabric, and she couldn't help but remember the way the stranger had filled her, the way she had been taken, stretched, and used in that filthy restroom. She bit her lip, guilt swirling in her chest, but her body betrayed her once again. She felt a faint throb in her pussy, the dampness beginning to pool between her thighs.

The resort loomed ahead, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight. The sun had set by the time they arrived, and the air was thick with the scent of the ocean. Palm trees swayed in the breeze, their shadows dancing on the pavement as Kent pulled the car to a stop.

Hayley stepped out of the car, her legs still shaky, her body buzzing with a mix of guilt and desire. The sundress clung to her curves, the thin straps barely holding her breasts in place, and with every step, the fabric swayed, teasing the soft skin of her thighs. She caught her reflection in the car window, seeing the way her nipples strained against the fabric, hard and visible. She blushed, her heart racing as she realised how exposed she was.

Kent, standing beside her, stretched and smiled, completely unaware of the storm raging inside her. "This place looks perfect, doesn't it?" he said, his voice filled with excitement.

Hayley nodded, her eyes drifting away from him, her attention drawn to something else. Someone else.

Standing by the entrance of the resort was the bellman—a slim, dark figure, his black skin gleaming under the dim lights. He wasn't tall, and his uniform hung loosely on his thin frame, but there was something about the way he stood, the way his eyes lingered on her, that made Hayley's breath catch in her throat.

His gaze was intense, devouring her from the moment he saw her. He wasn't just looking at her—he was drinking her in, savouring every inch of her body. His eyes roamed over the curve of her breasts, lingering on her nipples, which were hard and pushing against the thin fabric of her dress. He didn't hide his desire. His stare was slow, deliberate, filled with the kind of raw hunger that made her thighs clench together.

Hayley's heart raced. She knew she should look away, but she couldn't. Her body betrayed her again, a soft pulse of heat spreading between her

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