Lena’s Midnight Curse 🔥
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Chapter 1: Sweat and Sneers
Lena flexed in the mirror, her toned abs rippling under the harsh gym lights. Sweat trickled down the valley between her full C-cups, soaking into her neon sports bra. At 28, she ruled this iron paradise like a queen—long wavy blonde waves tied in a messy ponytail, piercing green eyes scanning for admirers. Fitness influencer by day, cock-tease by night. Tonight’s workout dragged, thighs burning from squats, but the pump felt divine.
She caught that newbie staring again. Short, curvy thing with wild curly black hair spilling everywhere, maybe 24, dressed in baggy sweats that hid what looked like plush hips. Kara, the barista from down the block who’d shyly asked for a spot last week. Lena smirked. Perfect target to unwind.
“Hey, klutz,” Lena purred, sauntering over, her yoga pants clinging like a second skin to her bubble butt. “Still pretending you lift? Need me to show you how it’s done?”
Kara flushed crimson, fumbling her dumbbells. Clang—they hit the mat. “I-I’m trying, Lena. It’s just… heavy.”
Lena snatched the weights, curling them effortlessly. Her biceps popped. “Pathetic. Bet you couldn’t curl your own sad clit-dick if you tried.” Whispers from nearby mats. Lena lived for the spotlight.
Kara’s brown eyes widened, hands twisting her shirt. “W-what? How did you—”
“Saw it twitch under those granny panties last time. Tiny thing, huh? No wonder you’re always alone, slurping lattes and dreaming of real pussy.” Lena leaned in, breath hot on Kara’s ear. Gym musk hung thick—sweat, rubber mats, faint chlorine from the showers.
Kara whimpered, shifting. A telltale tent strained her sweats. Lena laughed, low and cruel, palming it roughly through the fabric. “Look at that. Hard already? From me bullying you?” She stroked fast, merciless, Kara’s hips jerking helplessly.
“P-please… not here…” Kara gasped, voice cracking like brittle candy.
“Shut it, cum-rag.” Lena squeezed harder, thumb circling the tip. Kara bucked, a wet spot blooming. The scent hit—salty pre, mixing with Lena’s vanilla body spray. She yanked her hand away as Kara shuddered, spilling into her pants with a muffled cry.
“Ew, nasty. Clean that shit up. And stay outta my gym, freak.” Lena wiped her palm on Kara’s shirt, leaving a slick smear. She strutted off, ass swaying, ignoring the stares. Kara huddled, humiliated, but something dark flickered in her eyes.
Flashback tugged later, in the locker room steam. Kara muttering as she pulled a tiny velvet pouch from her bag. “Halloween’s coming… you’ll beg for it, bitch.” Lena shook it off, steaming under the shower. Hot water pounded her skin, nipples pebbling. Weird tingle in her core, but nah—just endorphins.
Chapter 2: Ink of Desire 💋
Two weeks flew by. Halloween night throbbed at Neon Vortex, bass pounding like a heartbeat on steroids. Lena rolled in with her crew—Mia in a skimpy devil horns getup, red latex hugging her DD tits, and Sophie as a zombie bride, fake guts dangling from ripped lace. Lena? Black micro-mini barely covering her thong, fishnets ripping up her thighs, blood-red lipstick smeared like fresh wounds. “Slutty survivor,” she grinned, grinding against Mia in the strobe haze.
Smoke curled thick, tasting of fog machine and spilled vodka. Bodies slammed, sweat-slick skin flashing purple. Lena’s throat burned from shots, pussy already humming from the vibe.
“Who’s that hottie eyeing you?” Sophie yelled over the thump-thump.
Lena spotted Kai—tall, tattooed enby in ripped fishnets and a harness, cock-bulge obvious under leather shorts. “Mine tonight.” She prowled over, hips hypnotic, pressing tits-first into Kai’s chest. “Dance?”
Kai grinned, hands gripping Lena’s waist. “Love the tat, babe.” Fingers traced her belly. Zap—like lightning to her clit. Lena moaned, knees buckling, juices flooding her thong.
“F-fuck…” She clutched Kai, scent of leather and musk overwhelming. What the hell?
Kai laughed. “Party ink? ‘Free Use Hole’ right on your gut. Bold.”
Lena shoved back to the bathroom mirror, heart hammering. There it was—bold marker strokes: FREE USE HOLE. When? How? She scrubbed frantically, soap stinging, but it smeared darker, veins pulsing under skin like tattoos awakening.
Door banged. Two drunk bros stumbled in—wait, ladies’ room? Whatever. “Damn, check the slut-ink.”
Lena spun, tits heaving. “Fuck off.”
One grabbed her crop top, yanking it up. More writing bloomed across her cleavage: CUM DUMPSTER. His rough palm grazed it—bliss exploded, cunt clenching empty. She dropped to knees, mouth watering, drool stringing.
“Guess it’s true,” he unzipped, fat cock slapping her cheek. Salty pre smeared her lips. She sucked greedily, throat bulging, gagging wetly. Brother joined, meaty shaft ramming her other hole from behind—no lube, just spit.
“Glrk—mmph!” Lena choked, ass burning sweet, vision blurring in ecstasy. They pounded, balls slapping chin and cheeks. Cum erupted—hot ropes down throat, flooding ass. She came screaming, squirting on tiles, tasting bleach and jizz.
They left laughing. Lena crawled up, makeup ruined, holes leaking. Writing glowed: ANOTHER LOAD? on her asscheek now. Club called. Kai waited.
Chapter 3: Street Meat Frenzy
Neon Vortex faded as Lena stumbled out at 2 AM, thighs sticky, fishnets torn. Curse raged—every brush of wind on her skin sparked need. Writing itched: PUBLIC CUMRAG scrawled on thighs.
Alley shadows beckoned. Three roughnecks huddled by a dumpster, cig smoke acrid, beer breath heavy. “Lost, whore?”
Lena’s body betrayed her, knees hitting gravel. “Need… cock… please…” Voice whiny, pathetic.
They howled. Leader—a burly biker type with greasy beard—yanked her hair, slamming face into crotch. Zipper rasp, veiny monster out. She devoured it, tongue swirling piss-slit, humming greedily. Taste metallic, manhood overwhelming.
“Gangbang this bitch!” Others freed rods—one pierced, one curved wicked. She mounted pierced, pussy stretching obscenely, juices farting out. Curved dude claimed ass, double penetration grinding guts. Biker face-fucked, balls sweaty against chin.
Grunts echoed. “Take it, hole!” Slaps stung cheeks, tits mauled raw. Orgasms ripped Lena—waves crashing, squirting arcs soaking boots. They rotated, holes swapped, cum bubbling from wrecked orifices.
Final loads painted her: face mask, tits glazed, dripping like frosting. She licked scraps, body trembling. “More… whiny slut needs more…”
They kicked her aside. “Freak.” Lena crawled into streetlight, visible to taxis honking. Phone buzzed—Mia: Where r u? Curse whispered: Find the witch.
New memory flashed: Kara’s pouch at gym. That freak was a witch? Halloween power surged. Lena hailed a cab, ass leaking onto seat. Driver leered at writing. “Your stop or mine?”
Chapter 4: Witch Hunt Humbling
Kara’s apartment loomed in pre-dawn gloom, coffee-scented from her barista life. Lena pounded the door, mascara rivers down cheeks, clothes shredded. Writing evolved: BEG FOR CURSE LIFT on forehead.
Door cracked. Kara in oversized witch robe, curls tousled, eyes gleaming triumph. “Lena? Holy shit, already broken?”
“Fix it! Your stupid spell—I’m a fucktoy!” Lena shoved in, reeking of sex, collapsing on carpet. Plush fibers tickled raw skin.
Kara locked door, smirking. “Remember gym? You milked me like trash. Now Halloween magic owns you. Crave stranger dick till dawn passes. Or beg properly.” She hiked robe—no panties, thick futa cock half-hard, bigger than Lena thought.
Lena crawled, nuzzling thighs. Musky arousal hit nostrils. “Please… pussy aches empty.” She lapped balls, sucking heavy orbs, tongue tracing seam.
Kara moaned, gripping curls. “Suck it, bitch.” Cock swelled, 9 inches veiny, thrusting deep. Lena gurgled, throat convulsing, slime bubbling nose. Kara fucked face brutal, hips snapping, pubes grinding nose.
“Pathetic influencer slut.” She yanked out, bent Lena doggy. No prep—rammed pussy, walls fluttering. Sloppy sounds filled room, Lena wailing, “Harder, witch mommy!”
Kara switched holes, ass gaping wide. Farts escaped around shaft. Climax built—Lena squirted, flooding floor. Kara pulled, hosing tits in thick ropes, scent pungent.
“Not lifted. Say ‘I’m your eternal cocksleeve.'” Lena babbled it, orgasming dry. Kara laughed. “Maybe tomorrow. Crawl home.”
Lena obeyed, streetlights mocking her glazed form.
Chapter 5: Train Wreck Orgy
Dawn crept, but curse clung. Lena boarded morning commuter train, standing-room only. Crush of bodies—suits, laborers, musky commutes. Writing blazed: RAIL SLUT on back.
Hands roamed. Unknown fingers pinched nipples through bra. She ground back into hardness. “Yes…” Whimpers escaped.
Circle formed discreetly. Hands everywhere—pussy fingered roughly, clit twisted. Cock freed, rubbing crack. She bent subtle, impaled on stranger meat. Thrusts hidden by sway, wet schlicks drowned by rattles.
“Quiet, whore.” Breath hot on neck. Another cock nudged lips—she sucked covertly, drool spilling. Swapped riders, mouths and holes filled anonymous. Cum swallowed secret, pussy creampied dripping boots.
Five stops of bliss hell. Disembarked wrecked, bra cum-soaked, walking bow-legged to gym. Kara waited outside, sipping latte. “Addicted yet?”
Lena dropped, kissing boots. “Yours forever.”
Chapter 6: Eternal Sleeve 🔥
Night fell again, curse permanent now. Lena’s apartment transformed—mirrors etched with invites, doors unlocked. She lounged naked, body canvas: 24/7 CUM BUCKET everywhere.
Buzz—delivery guy. She dragged him in, ripping uniform. Rode reverse cowgirl, ass clapping, pussy devouring shaft. Grunts, sweat mingling cinnamon and salt. He flooded womb, left dazed.
Next: Neighbors, pizza boy, joggers. Gang of five at once—triple penetration, mouths and hands everywhere. Air thick jizz-fog, tastes mingled on tongue. She screamed peaks, body quaking endless.
Kara visited last, throne on bed. Lena knelt eternal. “Serve, sleeve.”
Futa cock claimed all—throat, pussy, ass rotated. Toys joined: massive dildos stretching, fists probing. Lena babbled crude pleas: “Fist my shithole! Breed me witch cum!” Orgasms shattered reality, senses overload—sticky heat, guttural moans, cum tang, flesh slaps, musk choking.
Hours blurred. Lena broke fully, tattooed soul. No more queen—just sleeve. Halloween sealed it. Bliss in chains.
Outside, city pulsed unknowing. Inside, Lena throbbed content, holes welcoming next. Forever craving. 💋
