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Chapter 1: A Romantic Day with Dark Thoughts The sunlight streamed into the resort room as Hayley stood by the window, trying to shake off the storm of emotions raging inside her. Her body still ached from last night's encounter—her pussy and asshole tingling with the memory of being stretched and filled. The bellman's intense gaze and commanding touch lingered in her mind, along with the trainee who had taken her roughly, both of them using her until she was nothing more than a trembling, spent slut. She hadn't told Kent about any of it—couldn't tell him. As she watched him sit on the edge of the bed, humming to himself as he packed their day's essentials, she felt torn between her guilt and her craving for more.
Kent was sweet, his innocence shining in the way he smiled at her, excited for the romantic day he had planned. He had no idea about the depraved thoughts swirling through her head, about the filth that had taken root in her body. The thought of the trainee's cock, thick and hard, slamming into her while the bellman stretched her asshole filled her mind. She bit her lip, her nipples hardening beneath her light sundress as she tried to push the memory away—but her body betrayed her, already growing wet with need.
Slipping into the bathroom, Hayley stared at herself in the mirror. The reflection was the same as always—innocent, wide brown eyes, soft pink lips—but inside, she felt different. The bellman's words echoed in her mind, the promise of what was to come, a night where men would take turns degrading her, using her until she was dripping with their cum. Tomorrow would change everything, and no matter how much she wanted to stay faithful to Kent, she couldn't deny the hunger growing inside her.
She touched her body lightly, fingers trailing down her chest to her hard nipples. She could still feel their hands on her, gripping her, their cocks stretching her in ways that made her crave more. She shuddered, the wetness pooling between her thighs, slick with desire. But she couldn't let Kent see her like this. Not yet.
She splashed cold water on her face and forced a smile as she rejoined him in the room. Kent greeted her with a gentle kiss, his hands soft on her waist, oblivious to the war inside her. He talked excitedly about the plans he had made—a day spent exploring the island, a quiet lunch by the beach, just the two of them. As romantic as it sounded, Hayley could hardly focus. Her mind kept drifting back to the bellman's promise, to the dirty thoughts swirling in her head.
As they left the room and walked toward the car, her body buzzed with a mixture of guilt and anticipation. She wanted to be a good girlfriend, to be present with Kent, but the growing ache between her legs was impossible to ignore. Her pussy throbbed with need, craving to be filled again—not by Kent's gentle touch, but by the rough hands of men who saw her for what she was becoming—a dirty slut desperate to be used.
The seaside restaurant Kent chose was perfect. The sun was high in the sky, casting a shimmering light over the waves. The table he picked was outside, right on the beach, with a perfect view of the ocean. Kent was talking animatedly, his voice filled with love and excitement, but Hayley barely heard him. The light sundress she wore felt almost too revealing—the way it clung to her curves, the outline of her nipples slightly visible in the bright sunlight. She noticed the waiters stealing glances, their eyes lingering on her breasts, and it made her pulse quicken. She crossed her legs, the hem of her dress sliding up, exposing the smooth skin of her thighs. She could feel their stares burning into her, devouring her, and it only made her wetter.
Hayley's mind drifted to tomorrow night. The bellman's words haunted her, filling her with anticipation. She imagined the men of the village, their thick cocks pushing inside her, using her until she was nothing but a trembling, cum-covered mess. Her body responded to the thought, her pussy growing slick as she clenched her thighs together under the table, trying to stifle the growing heat between her legs.
The walk along the beach after lunch should have been romantic. The sand was soft beneath their feet, the sun warm on their skin, and the waves lapped gently at the shore. But all Hayley could think about was the men who watched her—everywhere they went, eyes followed her, undressing
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