Hold out until David arrives to show him just how you are.

02:20 | Monday 4 Aug 2025 | Velvet Nightclub, Putney

You cling to the edge of the marble counter, thighs slick, mascara streaking down your cheeks as you whimper, every muscle in your body trembling. Clara stands behind you, one hand tangled in your hair, the other curled possessively around your throat. Luca and Theo flank you, their bodies pressed close, cocks hard and insistent against your thighs, but never giving you what you so desperately crave. The men take turns whispering filthy encouragement in your ears, their hands everywhere—palming your breasts, flicking your nipple rings, tracing the black ink of CLARA above your mound. Every touch is a torment, every denied thrust a fresh wave of agony.

Clara’s voice is a low, cruel purr: “Look at yourself, Mia. You’re a mess—my mess. You want to be filled so badly, you can barely stand. But you’re not cumming until David gets here. Isn’t that right, boys?”

Luca smirks, grinding his hips against your ass. “She’s begging, Clara. I’ve never seen a girl so **** to be stuffed.”

Theo kneels between your legs, breath hot on your inner thigh, but pulls away just as his tongue grazes your clit ring. “She’ll do anything for it. Fuck, Mia, you’re dripping all over the floor.”

You babble, every word a shameless plea, voice breaking into giggles and sobs: “Please, stuff me, fill me up, I need cock so bad, I’ll do anything—just let me cum, please, I’m your perfect fucktoy—”

The bathroom door slams open. David strides in, shirt hastily buttoned, hair wild, eyes burning with a mixture of anger and possessive hunger. He takes in the tableau: you, splayed and trembling, Clara’s hand tight in your hair, two men looming over you, every inch of your body a testament to your new identity. For a moment, the room is silent except for your ragged breathing.

David’s voice is cold, commanding: “Nobody touches her until I say so. And Mia—if you cum before I give you permission, you’ll regret it.”

Clara releases you and stands, smoothing her dress with a wicked smile. “She’s all yours, David. But maybe you’d like to show us how it’s done?”

David’s lips curl into a smirk. He turns to Clara, his hands already unbuckling his belt. “You want to watch, Mia? Watch what happens when you’re not the only slut in the room?”

Clara laughs, stepping out of her dress with practiced ease, emerald silk pooling at her feet. Her body is lean, curves accentuated by the harsh bathroom lights, nipples hard and flushed. David pulls her to him, one hand gripping her hip, the other fisting in her curls. He bends her over the counter right beside you, his cock sliding between her legs with a single, brutal thrust.

Clara moans, nails scraping the marble, as David fucks her hard, his eyes locked on yours in the mirror. “You see this, Mia? You see what happens to greedy little sluts who can’t wait their turn?”

The men crowd closer, hands roaming your body but never quite giving you what you need. Clara’s cries echo off the tiles, her body arching back into David’s punishing rhythm, her gaze locked with yours. Every thrust, every slap of skin, every filthy command drives you deeper into need, your body a live wire of hunger and humiliation.

You whimper, eyes wide, unable to look away as David takes Clara with animal intensity, his free hand reaching out to tangle in your hair, pulling your face closer to theirs. “You want to cum, Mia? You want to be filled? You’ll wait. And you’ll watch.”

02:40 | Monday 4 Aug 2025 | Velvet Nightclub, Putney

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