Hidden Hungers at the Veil 🔥
That goddamn report had me chained to my laptop in the dim glow of my shitty apartment, fingers cramping over keys that wouldn’t cooperate. It was pushing midnight on a Friday, the city outside humming with distant traffic and bar laughter filtering up from the street below. I’m Ethan, twenty-two, drowning in marketing deadlines for my internship—boss breathing down my throat like a chainsaw. Beer cans piled up beside me, warm now, useless. My phone lit up. Ryan. “Dude, ditch the screen. Wall’s lit tonight. Fresh meat waiting.”
The Veil. Everyone in this sprawl knew it, tucked in the old industrial park by the river—massive concrete barrier, nine feet high, stretching like a forbidden promise under flickering sodium lights. Holes padded soft, big enough for a woman’s torso to slide through, head and tits on one side, ass and pussy on the other. Anonymous bliss, no faces remembered unless you wanted. Legal, normalized, a pressure valve for the city’s pent-up rage. I’d hit it a few times freshman year, but work had me dry lately.
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Chapter 1: Breaking Point
Ryan’s text burned in my skull. Hidden gems like this didn’t wait. I slammed the laptop shut, grabbed keys. Called Tyler on the way down—my roommate, perpetual horn dog. “Get your ass out here. Veil run.” He whooped through the speaker, already half-hard I bet.
Logan met us at the lot, fries in hand from the drive-thru, grease shining on his chin. Broad dude, ex-wrestler build, always the first to drop trou. “Heard there’s a crew tonight. Not the usual pros—amateurs slumming it after ladies’ night.”
The drive blurred: neon signs whipping past, bass thumping from clubs, my cock twitching against my jeans just thinking about it. Air thickened with river damp as we parked. Chilly bite nipped at my skin, but heat built low in my gut. The Veil loomed, graffiti-tagged shadows hiding who-knows-what sins.
We split up, flashlights cutting the murk. Tyler whooped first. “Front side action!” Heart pounding, I jogged over. Slurping wet sounds echoed, gagging coughs mixed with grunts. The scent hit me—musky sweat, pussy juice sharp in the night air, cum drying sticky somewhere.
There she was. Protruding through the hole: messy auburn hair framing a flushed face, mid-thirties maybe, fit like a yoga freak—toned arms waving lazy, heavy tits swaying free, nipples pierced and hard from the cold. Hazel eyes locked on us, lips glossy, smeared already. “Boys,” she purred, voice husky from throat abuse. “Name’s Sera. You buying tickets or crashing the party?”
Logan chuckled, palming his bulge. “Free show ends now.” Pants hit gravel quick. I hung back, inhaling her—perfume faint under sex funk, skin glowing pale in my phone light.
Chapter 2: First Taste of the Night 💋
Ryan dove in, meat slapping her cheek. Wet smack. She grinned wicked, tongue lolling out like a bitch in heat, lapping pre-cum beads that strung from his tip. “Mmm, salty starter.” Tyler joined, shafts rubbing her lips till she stretched wide, sucking both heads at once—popping off with strings of spit dangling. Taste of her mouth hit the air, tangy spit and jizz.
Logan scaled the ladder fast, back side calling. I heard the slap—his palm on flesh—then Sera’s muffled yelp around cock. “Fuck, she’s dripping,” he yelled down. “Tight as a vice back here.”
My pulse hammered. Her eyes flicked to me, playful. “You just watching, handsome? Got a hidden shy streak?” Dialogue crude, inviting. I unzipped slow, shaft springing free, heavy and veined. She whistled low. “Now that’s a man’s tool.”
I fed it to her gentle at first. Warmth enveloped—velvet mouth, tongue swirling ridges. She hummed, vibration shooting sparks up my spine. Gagging as I pushed deeper, nose to my pubes, throat convulsing. Tears welled, but she winked. Ryan stroked her hair. “Suck him dry, slut.”
She did. Bobbing frantic, hands pinned by the padding—immobile slut trophy. Saliva drooled down her chin, pooling on tits. I gripped the wall, thrusting shallow. Pleasure built, balls tightening. But I pulled out, edged. “Not yet.”
Tyler groaned first, erupting ropes across her face—pearly streaks on cheeks, lips. She licked greedy. Ryan followed, painting her tongue. Logan roared from behind, flooding her cunt no doubt. Bareback always at the Veil, creampies the rule.
Chapter 3: The Allure Next Door
Panting, I wiped sweat from my brow. Sera licked lips clean, hazel eyes gleaming. “More where that came from. Scout the line—there’s fire a few holes over.”
Curiosity tugged. I shuffled down, gravel crunching feet. Moans louder here—ferocious, rhythmic. Smack-smack-smack of balls on chin. Peered close: two holes away, a brute pounded a face. Her: slim build, pale skin glowing, long platinum blonde locks in messy twin braids, blue eyes rolling wild. Mid-twenties, pierced tongue flashing as she gulped shaft. Not dainty—fierce, gulping like a pro.
The guy gripped braids hard, skull-fucking brutal. Gurgles escaped, spit foaming. Her tits smaller, perky, pierced nipples glinting. Something hidden in her—wildfire under ice queen looks. My cock throbbed anew, jealous sting.
“Sharing?” I muttered. He growled no, pace savage. She caught my eye mid-thrust—smirk around girth. Challenge. Brute tensed, bellowed, unloading. Pulled free with pop, cum bubbling from her lips. She swallowed audible, gasping. “Next?” Voice raspy, inviting.
But he blocked. “Mine tonight.” Fuck that. I retreated, mind racing. Sera called. “Dreamy, huh? That’s Nova. New regular. Goes feral.”
Back with the crew, Tyler climbed down grinning. “Sera’s got skills—milked me ass-deep.” We laughed, belts clinking as we dressed. But Nova lingered, a ghost itch.
Flashback Heat
Mind wandered while Ryan bantered. First Veil time—high school buddy dragged me senior year. Nervous as hell, stuck my dick through blind. Felt hands spread cheeks, then heaven: wet heat slamming back. Came in seconds, legs jelly. That hidden anonymity hooked me forever.
Sera’s voice yanked me back. “Round two? I’ll make you see stars.”
Chapter 4: Crossing the Divide
The ladder creaked under me. Back side: humid dark, river stink mixing with pussy musk thick as fog. Bodies gleamed—Sera’s ass first: round, marked red from slaps, glistening lips parted, cum trickling white down thighs. Taste of salt air on tongue as I knelt.
Spread her wide. Pink folds swollen, inner thighs slick. Dipped fingers in—hot, creamy mess from Logan. She bucked. “Deeper, stud!”
Tongue first. Lapped slow, savoring tang—his load bitter, her nectar sweet-sharp. Clit throbbed under flicks, body quaking. She ground back shameless. “Eat that creampie, yeah!” Crude words fueled me. Sucked hard, nose buried, inhaling deep.
Straightened, shaft nudging her slit. Slid home easy—velvet grip, walls pulsing. Gripped hips bruising, pounded steady. Clap-clap skin on skin echoed. She screamed through the wall, serving Tyler now—muffled glory.
Nova’s spot called louder. Edged past Sera, ignoring her whine. There: two users already—guy rutting her ass brutal, some chick watching, fingering herself bored. Nova’s rear slim, tattooed cheeks—rose vines curling hidden depths. Pussy winked, stretched.
Couldn’t resist. Waited my turn. Guy finished with grunt, flooding her bowels. Pulled out, jizz fart bubbling. I stepped up quick. Rubbed tip along her crack—silky, fever hot. She pushed back eager. “Fuck me raw!” Voice strained from front work.
Thrust in savage. Ass clenched vice-tight, rippling. Balls-deep, held, feeling her spasm. Pounded like a beast—sweat dripping, grunts animal. Touch electric, every nerve firing. She milked me, inner muscles expert.
“Breed that hole!” she gasped. I slapped cheeks crimson. Climax crashed—ropes pumping deep, overflowing sticky. Pulled free gasping, watched it leak.
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Chapter 5: Shared Ecstasy 🔥
Descending, crew hyped. Logan eyed me sly. “Hit the prize?” I nodded, cock slick swinging. Front side: Sera face-fucked by strangers now—cum mask shining. Nova beside, braids gripped by Ryan. She deepthroated flawless, gagging minimal, eyes locked hungry.
We circled her. Tyler offered ass-side again. I took front this time. “Open wide, firecracker.” She did—lips velvet, tongue pierced dragging underside. Swirled the barbell magic, numb pleasure waves. Tasted her mint gum under jizz tang.
Ryan face-fucked steady. Logan and Tyler tagged her rear—double stuffing audible, squelches wet. She quivered between, moaning vibrations heaven. “Stuff me full, daddies!” Crude, feral.
We rotated. Me in her throat, hands fisting braids. Thrust brutal, balls smacking chin. Spit foamed copious, dripping tits. Her nails scraped my thighs—pain zing. Swallowed every pulse when I blew, gulping like thirst quencher.
New scene sparked: a couple joined. Wife curvy, stripped eager. “Use her with me.” Straddled Nova’s face reverse—Nova tongued her slit hungry while wife ground. Hubby plowed Nova’s pussy alongside Tyler. Orgy blur—moans chorus, flesh slapping symphony. Smell overwhelming: cum layers, sweat rivers, pussy potent.
I claimed her ass fresh-stuffed. Felt Tyler’s load squish out as I reamed. She clenched orgasmic, squirting clear arcs on gravel. “Yes, wreck me!” Climax twofer—her walls fluttered, milking dry.
The Tease Deepens
Sera nearby, spent but grinning. “Novas got that hidden fire. Careful, she’ll drain ya.”
Chapter 6: Dawn Obsession
Sky lightened gray as we dressed, limbs heavy bliss. Nova still served—strangers queuing now, her endurance legend. Sera waved sloppy. “Come back anytime. Best loads of the night.”
Drive home silent thick with afterglow. My mind replayed her: blue eyes piercing, braids whipping, that fierce gap between looks and lust. Phone buzzed later—anonymous pic from Veil cams? Nova, cum-glazed, winking. Hidden number, promise in pixels.
Next night, solo return. She was there, hole waiting. “Knew you’d crave more.” Hours blurred: throat-fucked till hoarse, ass gaped wide, pussy bred endless. Creampie cocktail oozed—mine mixed others. She whispered dirty. “Fill me till I swell. Daddy’s baby?”
We broke rules—climbed together post-fuck. Her name: Nova real, barista by day. Tattoos told stories—vines hiding scars from rough past. Kissed tasting us, tongues battle. “Off the Veil next time?”
But Veil called eternal. Weeks on: group reunions, her central—gangbanged relentless. Double anal trials, fisting teases, piss play fringes when wild. Senses assaulted: golden showers warm tang, fists stretching obscene, screams raw throat.
One dawn, her belly softens hint. “Whose spawn?” We laughed, but primal claim stirred. Hidden passions unveiled, Veil our church.
Chapter 7: Eternal Cravings
Months grind. Internship crushed, but Veil oasis. Nova graduated Wall slut to ours—private parties, her apartment reeking sex perpetual. Sera joined twice, lesbi twists: scissoring wet while we watched, then all-in piles.
Last run: storm raged, rain lashing. Inside slick holes, thunder masking screams. Me and Nova alone hole-apart. Fucked tender first—slow grinds, whispers love under lust. Then feral: pissed in her mouth golden stream, her squirting reply. Climax bonded, seed deep potential life.
She emerged post-storm, belly round confirmed. “Ours mystery.” Hugs sticky, futures tangled. Veil waited, hidden hungers endless. 🔥💋
