Ohio's Very Own

SinB's fingers trembled slightly as she picked up her champagne glass. The bubbles tickled her throat as she drank, trying to settle the fluttering in her chest. Twenty-eight years old today. Twenty-eight years of being the perfect idol—smiling, dancing, saying the right things in interviews. Twenty-eight years of hiding the secret that had burned inside her since she was a trainee, since that night when she'd stumbled across a video on a borrowed phone in the practice room.

She remembered the way the girl in the video had looked—wrecked, used, utterly destroyed. The way her eyes had rolled back. The way she'd begged for more even when she couldn't take anymore.

That's going to be me tonight.

The thought sent heat pooling between her thighs. She pressed them together, feeling the slick warmth that had been building all evening. Her friend had arranged everything—the hotel, the privacy, and most importantly, the men. Three of them. All strangers. All packing exactly what she'd been craving for a decade.

SinB checked her reflection one more time. Her dress was simple but devastating—a black slip dress that clung to every curve, the neckline plunging deep enough to show the swell of her breasts. No bra. Her nipples pressed against the thin fabric, already hard with anticipation. She'd chosen the shortest length possible, the hem barely brushing mid-thigh. Underneath, a scrap of lace that was already soaked through.

She didn't bother with underwear. She stripped it off, letting it fall to the floor. If she was going to be a fucktoy tonight, she might as well start acting like one.

The hallway stretched before her, carpet plush beneath her heels. Each step made her thighs quiver. She could feel her arousal building, her cunt growing wetter with every stride. The walls of the hotel seemed to pulse with her heartbeat.

Room 412. The numbers glowed on the door. SinB raised her hand to knock, then stopped.

Last chance to turn back. Last chance to be good little SinB, the innocent idol.

She smiled. That SinB didn't exist anymore.

She pushed open the door.

The room was dim, lit only by the glow of city lights filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows. The bed dominated the space—king-sized, pristine white sheets waiting to be ruined. But it wasn't the furniture that held her attention.

Three men stood near the window, their silhouettes tall and broad against the cityscape. They turned as she entered, and SinB's breath caught in her throat.

They were magnificent. Dark skin gleaming in the low light, muscles straining against tight shirts, and in their eyes—that look. That hungry, predatory look that made her cunt clench around nothing.

"Happy birthday," one of them said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through her chest. He stepped forward, and SinB caught the subtle movement beneath his jeans—the outline of something massive shifting against his thigh. "Your friend told us you've been waiting a long time for this."

SinB swallowed hard. Her voice came out breathier than intended. "Ten years."

"Ten years," another repeated, moving to flank her other side. "That's a lot of pent-up frustration." He was taller than the first, his bald head gleaming, his smile showing white teeth against his dark complexion. "We're going to make sure you get everything you've been dreaming about."

The third man hadn't spoken yet. He stayed by the window, arms crossed, watching her with an intensity that made her skin prickle. His eyes traveled down her body, taking in the hard nipples, the trembling thighs, the bare skin beneath her dress.

"No underwear," he observed, his accent thick and deep. "She came ready."

The first man laughed softly. "Of course she did. Look at her." He moved closer, close enough that she could smell him—musk and spice and something uniquely male. His hand came up, fingers brushing the strap of her dress. "You're going to be our little toy tonight, SinB. Our personal fucktoy. That's what you want, isn't it?"

She nodded, unable to find words.

"Use your words," he commanded, his voice gentle but firm. "Tell us what you are."

SinB's lips parted. Heat rushed to her face. She'd never said anything like this out loud before. But the words came anyway, pulled from somewhere deep inside her.

"I'm your fucktoy. Your meatsleeve. I want you to use me—all of you—until I can't walk. Until I can't think." Her voice cracked slightly. "Until I'm ruined."

The third man finally moved, crossing the room in three long strides. He stopped directly in front of her, so close she could feel the heat radiating from his body. His hand wrapped around her throat—not squeezing, just holding. Claiming.

"Look at me," he ordered.

SinB raised her eyes to meet his. Dark. Intense.

"When we're done with you," he said slowly, each word deliberate, "you won't even remember your own name. You'll just remember how good it felt to be destroyed by big black cock."

Her whole body shuddered. A moan slipped past her lips—soft, desperate, needy.

Fuck, I'm already so wet.

The man holding her throat smiled. "Now get on your knees, little slut. Show us how much you've been wanting this."

SinB dropped.

Her knees hit the carpet with a muffled thud, and SinB found herself eye-level with the most magnificent sight she'd ever witnessed. Three massive bulges strained against denim, and her mouth watered at the sheer size of what lay beneath.

"Fuck," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

The first man chuckled, his hand moving to his belt. "That's right. Get a good look at what's going to ruin you tonight."

Metal clinked against metal as he undid his buckle. SinB's trembling fingers reached up, helping him work the button free. The zipper came down with a slow hiss, and then—

Her eyes went wide.

His cock sprang free, thick and dark and impossibly huge. It curved upward slightly, the head a deeper shade of brown than the shaft, glistening already with precum. Veins ran along its length like rivers, and the musky scent of him hit her like a wave.

"Oh god," she moaned, leaning forward without thinking. Her tongue darted out, licking the precum from his tip. The taste—salty, masculine, intoxicating—made her cunt clench.

"Eager little thing," the second man observed, stepping closer. His own jeans hit the floor, revealing a cock even longer than the first—straight as an arrow and easily ten inches. "Your friend said you'd been dreaming about this. Said you used to watch videos and fuck yourself thinking about black cock."

SinB's face burned with shame and arousal. "Y-yes. Every night. I couldn't stop."

"Show us," the third man commanded from behind her. "Show us how much you love big black cock."

She wrapped her lips around the first man's head, her jaw stretching wide to accommodate his girth. Her tongue swirled over the sensitive underside, tasting every ridge and vein. He groaned above her, his hand tangling in her dark hair.

"Fuck, her mouth is good," he said, his hips pushing forward slightly. "Take more, slut. I know you can."

SinB relaxed her throat, breathing through her nose. She'd practiced this—on toys, on bananas, on anything she could find. But nothing had prepared her for the reality of a thick, hot, pulsing cock sliding past her tonsils.

Glrk.

The sound echoed through the room, wet and obscene. Her eyes watered as he hit the back of her throat, but she didn't pull back. Instead, she swallowed, her throat muscles working around him.

"Shit," he hissed. "She's a natural."

Behind her, she felt hands on her hips, lifting her dress. The cool air hit her soaked pussy, and she trembled.

"Look at this," the second man said, his voice appreciative. "Dripping wet already. This little Asian cunt is begging for it."

He spread her ass cheeks wide, exposing both her holes to the room. SinB moaned around the cock in her mouth, the vibrations making the first man groan.

"Keep that mouth busy," the third man ordered. "Don't you dare stop sucking."

She felt hot breath against her pussy, and then—

His tongue dragged from her clit to her asshole in one long, devastating lick.

"Mmmmph!" Her cry was muffled by cock, her back arching. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. His tongue circled her asshole, wet and insistent, while his thumb rubbed her clit in tight circles.

"She tastes sweet," the second man reported, pulling back momentarily. "Sweet little Korean pussy, all soaked for black cock."

"Let me get the camera," the third man said.

SinB's eyes widened, and she pulled off the first man's cock with a wet pop. "W-wait, camera?"

The third man held up a small device, his smile predatory. "Did you think we'd let you leave without proof? Every idol fears blackmail. We want you to know we have it."

Fear spiked through her—sharp and cold—before dissolving into something darker. Hotter.

Do it, a voice whispered inside her. Let them record you. Let them have proof of what a whore you are.

"Go ahead," she said, her voice steadier than she felt. "Film me. Film me being your slut."

"Fuck," the first man groaned. "You're perfect."

He pushed her head back down, his cock sliding between her lips again. The red light on the camera blinked to life.

SinB lost herself in the rhythm—sucking, licking, worshipping. Her head bobbed on his shaft while behind her, the second man feasted on her holes. His tongue pushed past her asshole's resistance, fucking her there while his fingers worked her pussy.

"Her throat is so tight," the first man said to the camera. "This little K-pop slut was made for BBC."

Tears streamed down SinB's face, her mascara running in black rivers. Her jaw ached, but she didn't stop. Couldn't stop. Every cell in her body screamed for more.

The second man pulled back, his face slick with her juices. "I need to be in her mouth too."

He moved to stand beside the first man, and SinB found herself between two massive cocks. She grabbed both, her small hands barely wrapping around their girths. Alternating between them, she sucked one while stroking the other, her tongue leaving trails of spit across their dark skin.

"Look at the camera," the third man ordered. "Show everyone what a cock-hungry whore you are."

SinB raised her eyes to the lens, her mouth full of thick black cock, and moaned.

"Sloppy little thing," the first man praised, his hand tight in her hair. "You wanted this for ten years, didn't you? Ten years of dreaming about black men using you."

She nodded as best she could with her mouth full.

"Tell us what you are," the second man demanded.

SinB pulled back, gasping. Saliva connected her lips to their cocks in long, glistening strings. "I'm a slut," she panted. "A whore for BBC. A fucktoy for black cock."

"And what do you want?"

"I want you to destroy me," she begged, looking up at them with desperate eyes. "Use all my holes. Fill me with cum. Make me yours."

The first man grinned, wiping her spit from his shaft. "Beg for it properly."

SinB pressed her forehead to his cock, nuzzling it like something sacred. "Please," she whispered. "Please, I've waited so long. I've been such a good girl for so long. Let me be bad. Let me be your whore. I'll do anything—anything you want. Just please, please fuck me."

The camera captured every word. Every tear. Every drop of arousal coating her thighs.

"Good girl," the third man said, setting the camera on a shelf with a perfect angle. "Now let's see how much you can really take."

The first man hauled SinB up from her knees like she weighed nothing, his strong hands gripping her waist. She stumbled on her heels, legs shaky from kneeling so long, but he didn't give her time to find her balance. He spun her around and marched her toward the bed.

"Time to break in this tight Asian pussy," he growled.

Her dress bunched around her hips as he shoved her forward. She caught herself on the mattress, the white sheets cool against her flushed skin. Behind her, she heard him positioning himself, felt the blunt head of his cock nudging against her entrance.

"Wait," she breathed, glancing over her shoulder. "I haven't—nobody's ever—"

"First time taking something this big?" The second man had moved to the head of the bed, his massive cock jutting out obscenely. "Don't worry. We'll make it fit."

"She's soaked," the first man observed, running his fingers through her slick folds. "This little cunt is practically dripping. She's been waiting ten years for this moment."

SinB whimpered, pressing her face into the mattress. The shame of it—being so exposed, so wet, so desperate—made her skin burn. But beneath the shame lay something far more powerful: a hunger so deep it threatened to consume her entirely.

"Look at me," the second man commanded.

She raised her head. His cock hovered inches from her face, that straight ten-inch shaft gleaming with her saliva. He stroked it slowly, his dark hand a stark contrast against the deep brown of his skin.

"When he starts fucking you, you're going to take me down your throat. Understand?"

SinB nodded, her mouth already opening.

"Good girl. Now thank him for giving you what you've wanted for so long."

She turned back, looking over her shoulder at the first man. His cock pressed against her pussy lips, spreading them wide. The head alone felt impossibly thick.

"Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you for—oh fuck!"

He pushed forward.

The stretch was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. Her pussy lips clung to his shaft as he sank deeper, her walls stretching to accommodate his girth. Every inch felt like a revelation—painful, overwhelming, and impossibly pleasurable all at once.

"Shit, she's tight," he groaned, his hands digging into her hips. "Tightest pussy I've ever felt."

"Halfway," the third man observed from nearby. SinB had almost forgotten he was there, camera in hand. "She's got five more inches to take."

Five more. She could barely breathe around the five she already had.

The second man's hand cupped her chin, turning her face forward again. "Open up, slut. Time to fill that mouth."

She obeyed, her jaw stretching wide. His cock slipped past her lips, salty and musky and so hard against her tongue. The angle was different like this—her face parallel to the mattress, her neck extended—and she felt him slide deeper than before.

"Mmmph!"

The first man chose that moment to thrust forward.

SinB's eyes flew wide as he buried himself to the hilt. Her pussy spasmed around him, stretched beyond anything she'd imagined possible. She could feel every ridge, every vein, every pulsing inch of him lodged deep inside her cunt.

"Fuck yes," he groaned. "Taking it all now. Every inch of that big black cock buried in your tight Korean pussy."

She couldn't respond—not with her mouth full. But her body answered for her, her back arching, her hips pushing back against him. The pleasure was already building, white-hot and demanding.

"Ready, slut?" The second man's hand wrapped in her hair. "I'm going to fuck this pretty face now."

He pulled back, then snapped his hips forward.

Schlk.

The wet sound of her throat being fucked filled the room. SinB gagged, tears springing to her eyes, but she forced herself to relax. She'd dreamed of this—being used at both ends, filled completely—and she wouldn't ruin it by failing to take what they gave her.

The first man set a brutal pace behind her. Each thrust drove her forward onto the second man's cock, each pull back dragged her throat off that massive shaft. She was caught between them, impaled on both ends, helpless to do anything but take it.

"That's it," the first man growled, his hips slapping against her ass. "Take that BBC like a good little whore. This is what you wanted, isn't it? To be our fucktoy?"

"Gmmph," was all she could manage.

The third man appeared at her side. He'd stripped at some point, and she found herself staring at his cock—thick and dark and already leaking precum. Without being asked, her hand reached for it.

"Look at that," he chuckled. "She needs more. Three cocks and she still wants more."

SinB's fingers wrapped around his shaft as best they could. Her small hand couldn't even circle his girth completely. She stroked him awkwardly, her coordination shot to hell by the dual assault on her pussy and throat.

"Filthy little thing," the third man said, his voice low. "Getting all her holes used and begging for more with her eyes."

He was right. She could feel it—the desperation, the need. Her pussy clenched around the first man's cock with every thrust, her throat working around the second man's shaft even as her hand pumped the third. She was surrounded by them, filled by them, and still she wanted more.

The sounds filling the room were obscene. Wet squelching noises as her pussy was fucked. Gagging and choking as her throat was used. Skin slapping against skin. Moans and groans and filthy words.

"Look at the camera," the third man ordered, aiming it at her face. "Show everyone what a mess you are."

SinB raised her eyes to the lens. Her vision was blurry with tears, her mascara running in black rivers down her cheeks. Saliva dripped from her chin, pooling on the white sheets below. Her lips were swollen and red, stretched obscenely around the second man's dark shaft.

"Beautiful," the third man said. "Fucking beautiful mess."

The first man's rhythm faltered behind her. "She's squeezing me so fucking tight. This pussy is going to make me cum."

"Not yet," the second man said. "Let's see how many positions we can ruin her in first."

He pulled out of her throat with a wet pop. SinB gasped, gulping in air, her chest heaving. Strings of spit connected her lips to his cock, stretching and breaking as she panted.

"On your back," the first man ordered, pulling out of her pussy. The sudden emptiness made her whimper. "I want to see your face when I breed you."

SinB scrambled to comply, flipping onto her back. The sheets were already damp beneath her—her arousal, her spit, their precum. Her dress was bunched around her waist, her breasts spilling out where the fabric had shifted. Her nipples stood hard and desperate, her chest heaving with each breath.

The first man crawled between her legs, positioning himself at her entrance once more. This angle felt different—deeper, more intimate. She could see his face now, the concentration and pleasure etched into his features as he pushed back inside.

"Oh god," she moaned, her head falling back. "So deep. You're so fucking deep."

"Get used to it," he said, bottoming out. His pubic bone pressed against her clit, the coarse hair adding another layer of sensation. "We're going to be in you all night."

The second man knelt beside her head, his cock hovering over her face. "Open."

She opened her mouth, her tongue extending. He slapped his shaft against it—thwap, thwap, thwap—before sliding back between her lips.

"Mmm, that's it. Suck those balls clean."

He'd said the same thing earlier, and she'd loved it. The degradation of it, the sheer filth. Her hand found his shaft again, stroking what she couldn't fit in her mouth while her other hand returned to the third man's cock.

"Switch," the first man said suddenly. "I want her on top."

He pulled out and flipped onto his back, pulling SinB on top of him. She straddled his hips, her slick pussy hovering over his cock. This position put her in control—or so she thought, until his hands gripped her hips and slammed her down.

"Ah! Fuck!"

The new angle drove him even deeper, if that was possible. She could feel him in places she didn't know existed, his cock head kissing her cervix with every thrust.

"Ride me," he commanded. "Show me how much you love BBC."

SinB planted her hands on his chest, her nails digging into his dark skin. She lifted her hips and dropped them, fucking herself on his cock. The pleasure was blinding now, building toward something massive.

"That's it, slut. Use that cock. Make yourself cum."

The second man appeared behind her, his hands on her shoulders. "Don't stop riding. Keep that pussy full."

He pressed against her back, his cock sliding between her ass cheeks. She froze, realization flooding through her.

"Wait—I've never—"

"We know," the third man said, still filming. "Your friend told us you're an anal virgin. We're going to change that tonight."

Panic surged through her, mixing with the arousal until she couldn't tell them apart. "I don't know if I can—"

"You can," the first man said, his voice steady beneath her. "And you will. But not yet. First, we're going to make you cum on this cock."

He grabbed her hips and started thrusting up into her, hard and fast. The new angle hit something inside her—a spot she'd only read about—and suddenly she was seeing stars.

"Oh god. Oh fuck. Right there. Don't stop, please don't stop!"

The second man's cock pressed against her lower back, leaving a trail of precum across her skin. His hands reached around to cup her tits, pinching and pulling her nipples. The dual sensation—her pussy being pounded, her nipples being tortured—pushed her closer to the edge.

"I'm going to—please, can I—"

"Cum," the first man growled. "Cum on this big black cock like the whore you are."

SinB shattered.

Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, stealing her breath and her sanity. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, spasming wildly. Her whole body shook, her vision going white at the edges. Sounds poured from her mouth—moans and sobs and words that didn't make sense.

"Fuck, she's squeezing me so hard," the first man groaned. "Gonna fill this cunt up."

"Do it," the second man said. "Breed her."

SinB felt the first man's cock pulse inside her, felt the first hot spurts of his cum flooding her pussy. He groaned long and low, his hips jerking up into her as he rode out his orgasm.

The sensation of being filled—truly filled—with cum pushed SinB into another orgasm. Her body convulsed on top of him, her pussy milking every last drop from his cock.

"Holy shit," she breathed, collapsing onto his chest. "That was—"

"We're not done," the second man said. He pulled her off the first man and positioned her on her hands and knees. "My turn."

SinB's pussy was dripping now—the first man's cum leaking out, mixing with her own juices. The second man didn't seem to mind. He lined himself up and pushed in, his longer cock reaching even deeper.

"Fuck, she's sloppy," he observed, his voice thick with pleasure. "Love a used pussy."

The wet sounds of him fucking her were obscene—squelch, squelch, squelch. Cum and arousal dripped down her thighs, staining the sheets beneath her.

The third man appeared in front of her, his cock jutting toward her face. "My turn for that mouth."

SinB opened obediently. Her jaw ached from all the use, but she didn't care. She wanted to be full again—wanted to be used at both ends like the fucktoy she'd always dreamed of being.

"Look at the camera while you suck," he ordered. "Show everyone what a cum-drunk whore looks like."

She raised her eyes to the lens. Her face was a mess—mascera streaked, lips swollen, eyes glassy with pleasure. Behind her, the second man fucked her with long, deep strokes that made her whole body jerk forward with each thrust.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" The third man's hand wrapped in her hair. "Ten years of fantasizing about BBC, and now you're getting exactly what you dreamed of."

SinB moaned around his cock, unable to form words. But they all knew the answer.

"Tell me," he demanded, pulling her off his cock. "Tell the camera what you are."

She gasped for breath, her chest heaving. "I'm a slut," she panted. "A BBC whore. A fucktoy for black cock."

"And what do you want?"

"I want you to use me. All of you. Fill me with cum until I'm overflowing. Make me yours." Her voice cracked. "Please. Please."

The third man smiled, pushing her head back down onto his cock. The second man's pace quickened behind her, his thrusts growing erratic.

"Gonna cum," he announced. "Gonna breed this Korean pussy."

"Do it," SinB managed to say between sucks. "Fill me up. Please, I need it."

He slammed into her one final time and held, his cock pulsing deep inside her. SinB felt the heat of his cum coating her walls, adding to the mess already inside her.

The sensation triggered another orgasm—smaller this time, but still powerful. Her pussy clenched around him, milking every drop.

"Good girl," he said, pulling out. "Good little cum dump."

Cum leaked from her pussy in thick streams, pooling on the sheets beneath her. Her thighs trembled, barely able to hold her weight.

But the third man wasn't done yet.

He positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her other entrance.

"Wait—" SinB's voice came out shaky. "I've never—"

"Shh." His hand stroked her back. "Relax. We'll go slow."

The first man appeared in front of her, his cock already hardening again. "Distract her."

He pushed into her mouth, and SinB focused on sucking, on relaxing her throat. Behind her, she felt pressure against her asshole—insistent, demanding.

"Push out," the third man instructed. "Like you're trying to push me out. It'll help."

She did as she was told, and suddenly the head of his cock popped past the tight ring of muscle.

"Oh fuck!"

The stretch was overwhelming—painful, intense, and strangely pleasurable. He held still, letting her adjust.

"Breathe," the first man said. "Just breathe."

SinB forced herself to relax, her breath coming in short pants. Slowly, inch by inch, the third man pushed deeper. The fullness was unlike anything she'd ever experienced—dirty and wrong and so fucking right.

When he was finally buried to the hilt, he paused.

"How does it feel?" the second man asked, camera aimed at her face.

"Full," SinB gasped. "So full. I can feel him in my stomach."

The third man started moving—slowly at first, then faster. Each thrust sent shockwaves through her body, the pleasure building in ways she didn't expect.

"Play with your clit," he ordered. "Make yourself cum on my cock."

Her hand moved between her legs, finding her swollen clit. She rubbed in tight circles, the dual stimulation pushing her closer to the edge.

"Fuck, she's tight," the third man groaned. "Tightest ass I've ever fucked."

"Use it," the first man said. "Use it like the hole it is."

His words sent a bolt of arousal through her. She was just a hole—a collection of holes to be used. The thought should have horrified her. Instead, it made her cum harder than she ever had before.

Her orgasm triggered something in the third man. He slammed into her one final time, his cock pulsing deep in her ass.

Hot cum flooded her bowels, triggering another orgasm. SinB screamed around the first man's cock, her body convulsing.

When it was over, she collapsed onto the bed. Cum leaked from both holes, pooling beneath her. Her body ached, her jaw was sore, and she'd never felt more satisfied in her life.

But looking up, she saw all three men were still hard.

"Ready for round two?" the first man asked with a grin.

SinB's pussy clenched around nothing.

Yes. God, yes.

"I want—" She swallowed, trying to find her voice. "I want you to lift me."

The men exchanged glances.

"Lift you how?" the second man asked.

"Pick me up. Use me. Fuck me in the air like I'm nothing."

The first man's grin widened. "You heard the lady."

He hauled her up effortlessly, his strong hands gripping her thighs. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her cum-slicked pussy pressing against his cock.

"Hold on tight," he warned.

And then he was inside her, fucking her standing up. Each thrust bounced her on his cock, the new angle hitting different spots inside her.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god—"

The second man moved behind her, his cock pressing against her ass again.

"Time to airtight this slut," he announced.

SinB's eyes widened. "Both at once? I don't know if—"

"You will," the first man said. "You'll take everything we give you."

The second man pushed into her ass, and SinB saw stars. Two massive cocks inside her at once, separated by only a thin wall of flesh. The fullness was overwhelming—too much and not enough all at once.

"Look at the camera," the third man ordered, filming from nearby. "Show everyone how a Korean idol takes double BBC."

SinB raised her eyes to the lens, her face a mask of pleasure and pain. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she didn't want them to stop.

"More," she begged. "Please. More."

The men found a rhythm—one pushing in while the other pulled out. SinB was impaled on their cocks, held up by nothing but their strength and her desperation.

"She's so fucking tight like this," the second man groaned. "Can feel you through her."

"Best pussy I've ever had," the first man agreed. "Tight Asian cunt was made for BBC."

Their words added fuel to the fire. SinB was losing herself—losing her mind—to the pleasure. She was just a vessel now, a collection of holes to be filled, and she'd never been happier.

"I'm going to cum again," she warned. "Please, can I—"

"Cum," both men said in unison. "Cum on our cocks like the whore you are."

SinB shattered.

This orgasm was different—deeper, more all-consuming. Her vision went black, her body seizing between them. She felt like she was floating, her mind wiped clean of everything but pleasure.

When she came back to herself, she was lying on the bed. Cum leaked from both holes, her body sore and satisfied.

"Good girl," the first man said, stroking her hair. "You did so well."

SinB smiled weakly. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For making my dreams come true."

The third man laughed. "We're not done yet. Not even close."

He positioned himself between her legs, his hard cock pressing against her sloppy pussy.

"Time for round three."

SinB spread her legs wider, her cunt clenching in anticipation.

Yes. More. Always more.

She was their fucktoy now—their meatsleeve—and she wouldn't have it any other way.

As the third man pushed inside, filling her with yet another massive black cock, SinB knew she'd never be the same. Ten years of fantasizing, and the reality was so much more than she'd imagined.

The camera captured everything—every thrust, every moan, every drop of cum.

but they were not done. Not yet.

One of them, grab SinB by the neck, torturing her with his Big Black Cock, forcing SinB to pleasure Him.

The third man's cock stretched her sloppy pussy wide, sinking into the mess of cum that already filled her. SinB's back arched off the mattress, her oversensitive walls gripping him instinctively. Three loads leaked from her holes, pooling beneath her, and still she needed more.

"Such a greedy little cunt," he growled, his thick accent rolling over each word. He bottomed out inside her, his coarse pubic hair grinding against her swollen clit. "You want more already, don't you, slut?"

"Yes," she breathed, her voice ragged. "Please. More. I need—"

A sharp knock cut through her begging.

SinB's head snapped toward the door, panic flaring in her chest. But the first man just laughed, his hand tightening in her hair.

"Right on time," he said.

The door swung open, and her eyes went wide.

Five more men filed into the room. Then seven. Then ten. Broad shoulders and dark skin and hungry eyes, all of them stripping off clothes as they entered. The smell hit her instantly—musk and sweat and pure masculinity, so thick she could taste it.

"Happy birthday, slut," the second man whispered in her ear. "We invited friends."

SinB's cunt clench around the third man's cock. Her heart hammered against her ribs, fear and arousal tangling into one throbbing pulse between her legs.

"Th-there's so many—"

"Fifteen of us total," the first man said, counting heads. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at the semicircle forming around the bed. "And every single one of us is going to use you tonight."

The third man started fucking her again, his pace brutal and claiming. Each thrust drove the air from her lungs, his cock hitting depths that made her vision blur. Cum squelched around his shaft, the obscene wet sounds filling the room.

"Look at that," one of the newcomers said. His voice was deep, his cock already hard and jutting out from his body—thick and dark with a prominent vein running along the underside. "Asian bitch is already creaming herself."

"Been dreaming about this for ten years," the second man told them. "Practiced on toys. Watched videos. This little whore has been desperate for BBC since she was a trainee."

SinB's face burned with shame. But her pussy only got wetter.

"She know we're filming?" another man asked, nodding toward the camera.

"She begged for it."

The third man pulled out suddenly, leaving her empty and gaping. Her cunt fluttered around nothing, cum leaking from her stretched hole.

"Get her up," someone ordered.

Hands grabbed her from every direction—strong dark fingers digging into her arms, her waist, her thighs. They hauled her off the bed like she weighed nothing, positioning her on her knees in the center of the room.

"Open your mouth, whore."

She obeyed, her jaw aching from earlier use. A new cock pressed past her lips—longer than the others, thin but reaching deep. The man groaned above her, his hand fisting her hair.

"Fuck, her throat is tight," he hissed. He started fucking her face, his balls slapping against her chin. "Swallow it all, slut. Every inch."

Behind her, someone spread her ass cheeks wide. A tongue dragged from her clit to her asshole, lapping up the cum that leaked from both holes. She shuddered, moaning around the cock in her mouth.

"Tastes like a proper cum dump," the man behind her said. "Who's breed her already?"

"Three of us."

"Then let's make it four."

He pushed into her pussy without warning, his cock thicker than any she'd taken tonight. The stretch bordered on painful, her walls forced to accommodate his massive girth. She screamed around the shaft in her throat, tears springing to her eyes.

"Too much?" the first man asked, appearing in her vision. He cupped her face, his thumb wiping away a tear. "Ask us to stop."

But she didn't want them to stop. She shook her head as best she could, her tongue working the cock in her mouth.

"That's what I thought."

More hands found her body—pinching her nipples, slapping her tits, grabbing fistfuls of her ass. Someone spat on her face, the saliva running down her cheek. Another man pressed his cock against her free hand, curling her fingers around his shaft.

"Stroke," he commanded.

She pumped him awkwardly, her coordination shot as two cocks abused her from both ends. The man behind her set a punishing rhythm, his hips slamming against her sore ass with each thrust.

"Look at her take it," someone laughed. "Fifteen cocks and she's still hungry for more."

The man in her mouth suddenly gripped her head tight, burying himself down her throat. His cum erupted directly into her stomach, pulse after pulse of hot seed. He pulled back halfway, the last spurts coating her tongue.

"Swallow," he ordered.

SinB swallowed, the taste of him filling her senses. Salty and thick and undeniably male.

"Good girl."

He stepped back, and another cock immediately replaced him. This one was wider, stretching her jaw to its limit. She gagged, spit pouring from the corners of her mouth.

"Breathe through your nose," someone instructed. "You've got a lot more of us to get through."

The man behind her buried himself deep and held, his cock twitching inside her. She felt his cum flooding her already-sloppy pussy, adding to the mess. He pulled out with a wet schlick, and she whimpered at the sudden emptiness.

But not for long.

Another man took his place, pressing against her asshole instead. She tensed, her body remembering the earlier stretch.

"Relax," he said, his palm connecting with her ass cheek in a sharp slap. The sound echoed through the room, followed immediately by another slap on the other side. "Let us in."

She forced herself to relax, and his cockhead popped past the tight ring of muscle. The burn made her gasp, her eyes watering. He didn't wait for her to adjust—just pushed deeper, inch by inch, until his balls rested against her dripping cunt.

"Fuck, she's even tighter here."

His hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise as he started moving. Each thrust sent shockwaves through her body, the pleasure-pain mixing until she couldn't tell them apart.

Meanwhile, the cock in her mouth withdrew, slapping against her face—thwap, thwap, thwap. Another took its place, this one curved upward. The head hit the roof of her mouth with every thrust, sending jolts of sensation straight to her clit.

"She's dripping," someone observed. "Pussy's empty and she's still making a mess on the floor."

"Put something in it then."

A hand grabbed her free wrist, guiding it backward. She felt another hard cock press against her palm. Now she was stroking two, her hands working automatically while her mouth and ass were used.

They passed her around like a party favor. Cock after cock filled her holes, each man taking his turn. Some finished inside her, adding to the growing mess. Others pulled out at the last second, spraying cum across her face, her tits, her back.

"Close your eyes," someone ordered.

She obeyed. Hot cum splattered across her eyelids, her forehead, her cheeks. It dripped down her face in thick rivers, mixing with her mascara and tears.

"Open."

She blinked open her cum-crusted eyes to see the camera pointed directly at her face.

"Tell everyone what you are."

SinB's voice came out wrecked—hoarse and broken from hours of use. "I'm a whore," she rasped. "A fucktoy for BBC. A cum dump for black cock."

"And what do you want?"

"I want you to use me. All of you. Fill me until I can't hold any more."

Someone grabbed her throat from behind, tilting her head back. A cock pressed against her lips again.

"Beg for it properly."

"Please," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Please fuck me. Use me. I'm just a set of holes for your pleasure. Ruin me. Break me. Make me forget my own name."

The men exchanged satisfied glances.

"Good slut."

They positioned her differently now—someone lying on the bed, his cock standing straight up. They lowered her onto him, her pussy swallowing his length. Another stood at the head of the bed, his shaft pushing into her mouth. A third approached from behind, his cock pressing into her ass.

Three holes. Three cocks. Airtight.

"Ride," the man beneath her commanded.

She planted her hands on his chest, lifting her hips and dropping them. The dual penetration made every nerve ending fire, her body stretched beyond anything she'd imagined possible. The man in her ass matched her rhythm, his thrusts driving her forward onto the cock in her mouth.

"Oh god—oh fuck—"

Her moans were muffled by cock, her body moving on instinct alone. She was lost now—completely and utterly lost in the sensation of being filled in every possible way.

"She's about to cum," someone observed.

"Stop."

Everything stopped. The cocks inside her held still. The one in her mouth withdrew completely. She whined, her body trembling on the edge of release.

"Please—please let me—"

"No." The first man's voice was firm. "You don't cum until we say so."

They held her there, poised on the precipice, her body screaming for release. Tears streamed down her face, frustration and need mixing into one overwhelming ache.

"Beg properly."

"I'm sorry—please—I need it so badly—"

"Need what?"

"To cum. Please let me cum. I'll do anything. I'll be your whore forever. Just please, please let me cum."

The men exchanged glances again.

"Since she asked so nicely…"

They started moving again. The cock in her pussy pistoned upward while the one in her ass slammed deep. The third returned to her mouth, fucking her throat with renewed intensity.

The orgasm hit her like a wave. Her entire body seized, her holes clenching around the cocks inside her. White-hot pleasure consumed her, wiping her mind clean of everything except the sensation of being utterly, completely filled.

"Fuck, she's milking me," the man beneath her groaned. His cock pulsed, adding his load to the countless others already inside her.

The man in her ass followed moments later, his cum flooding her bowels. The one in her mouth withdrew, spurting across her face and tits.

But they weren't done. Not even close.

They lifted her off the bed, passing her between them like a toy. Someone held her in the air, her legs wrapped around his waist, his cock buried in her cunt. Another pressed against her ass, entering her already-stretched hole.

"Take it," someone growled in her ear. "Take every fucking inch."

She lost track of how many times they made her cum. Lost track of how many loads filled her holes, painted her skin, dripped from her chin. Lost track of everything except the endless cycle of pleasure and pain and more, more, more.

At some point, they flipped her onto her back again. Someone straddled her chest, pushing her tits together and fucking the channel between them. Others knelt beside her head, their cocks pressing against her lips.

"Stick out your tongue."

She obeyed. Cock after cock rubbed against it, leaving trails of precum and cum. She was covered in it now—her face, her hair, her body, the sheets beneath her.

"Look at the camera, slut."

She turned her gaze to the lens. Her reflection stared back at her—wrecked and ruined and utterly destroyed.

"Tell everyone what you learned tonight."

SinB's voice was barely a whisper. "That I'm a whore," she breathed. "That I was made for BBC. That I'll never be satisfied by anything else."

"And?"

"And I want more. I want this every day. I want to be used until I can't remember my own name."

The camera captured every word. Every drop of cum. Every tear-streaked, mascara-smeared inch of her ruined face.

"Good girl."

They used her for hours more. Passed her around like a party favor. Filled her until her belly swelled with cum, until it leaked from every hole in a constant stream. Slapped her, choked her, spat on her—treating her exactly like the fucktoy she'd always dreamed of being.

By the time the last man finished, SinB lay in a puddle of cum and sweat and tears, her body sore and satisfied beyond anything she'd ever known. Her holes gaped obscenely, cum leaking from them in steady streams. Her face was unrecognizable, coated in layer after layer of seed.

But her smile—her smile was radiant.

"Happy birthday," the first man said, running a hand through her matted hair.

"Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you thank you thank you."

"For what?"

"For making me what I always knew I was."

The camera continued recording as she lay there, wrecked and ruined and happier than she'd ever been in her life.

Tomorrow, she'd have to face the world—interviews, rehearsals, the constant scrutiny of idol life. But tonight, she was exactly what she wanted to be: a BBC fucktoy, used and abused and loving every second of it.

And she knew, with absolute certainty, that this was only the beginning.

She'd tasted her fantasy, and now she'd never be able to go back.