I stepped carefully across the sun-warmed grass at the back of the property, my long blue dress swaying lightly with each step. The umbrella I held in one hand shaded me from the sun, but I barely noticed it—I was too curious about the rickety shack up ahead. I’d seen the men working on something all morning, moving cotton and tools around, but I had no idea what exactly they were up to.

As I got closer, I noticed them. Seven large, black, and broad-shouldered, busy with their tasks but giving me glances that made my stomach flutter. I felt a heat rise in me that had nothing to do with the sun. My mind raced, half with nerves, half with something I couldn’t name—a thrill I didn’t think I’d ever allow myself to feel.

I felt my dress cling slightly to my small, tan frame as I walked up. My tiny nipples pressed against the fabric, and I cursed myself silently. What the hell am I doing here?

“Hey there,” one of them called, his deep voice smooth, teasing. “Come check out what we’re doing?”

I bit my lip, hesitating. Part of me screamed to run back, to act like a normal, careful girl. But another part… the part I rarely let out, the part that craved something dangerous and forbidden, pressed me forward. I took a step closer.

I lingered at the edge of the shack, my heart hammering in my chest. The men paused their work and looked up at me, their eyes dark and assessing, a knowing grin on the tallest one. My fingers tightened around the umbrella, but it did little to steady the rush creeping between my legs.

“Come on closer,” he said, his voice low, like he could see right through me. “Don’t be shy. We’re just… making sure everything’s ready.”

I swallowed hard, feeling a thrill at the way he looked me up and down, lingering on my small breasts, my tiny waist. They normally eye fuck the shit out of me when I go by on my way to the river out back. 

One of the other men stepped toward me, brushing a stray curl from my face, and I shivered. What am I doing? My mind whispered warnings, but my body was already betraying me, lust pooling deep inside. Their presence, so confident, so commanding, was intoxicating.

“You look… amazing in that dress,” he murmured. “Wouldn’t mind seeing it off you.” another one of them said. 

A shiver ran through me, my nipples tightening, my clit aching even as I tried to convince myself this was ridiculous. My pulse raced, my breaths fast and shallow. The thought of giving in—of letting them touch me, explore me, take me—made my chest tighten and my stomach twist in anticipation.

I stepped forward, almost against my own reason. “O-okay…” I said, my voice barely more than a whisper. The thrill of taboo sent a shudder down my spine, and I realized I was already craving whatever they were planning.

I stepped closer, my hands trembling slightly as the men circled me with an easy confidence that made my knees weak. One reached out, his large, warm hand brushing against my arm, sending a jolt of electricity through me. I gasped softly, my mind spinning with a mix of nerves and an undeniable, growing hunger.

“Relax,” he murmured, his fingers tracing lightly up my arm, then lingering on the curve of my shoulder. Another stepped closer behind me, his presence heavy and commanding. I felt the brush of skin against skin, the heat of their bodies pressing close, and a shiver ran down my spine that had nothing to do with the summer air.

One leaned in, his lips close to my ear. “Are you ready for what's about to happen?” he whispered. “You can back here for one reason, didn't you?”

My breath caught, the words like fire igniting something deep inside me. I had no idea what to expect, but the idea of surrendering, of letting them take control, made my body hum. My nipples could cut glass, brushing against the thin fabric of my dress, and I could feel my pussy getting wet with each passing second.

Another hand slid along my side, down to my hip, and I bit my lip, trying not to moan. The sensation was overwhelming, each touch purposeful, teasing, exploratory. I was aware of them all at once, surrounding me, their hands and eyes claiming me as though I were already theirs.

“Let’s see how ready you really are,” one murmured, and I felt a firm but gentle push at my back, guiding me toward a makeshift bench inside the shack. My heart raced in a mixture of fear and desire.

As I settled onto the bench, one knelt before me, gently lifting the hem of my dress. My dress slid up my thighs, revealing my small, smooth legs, my cute ass barely covered. Another knelt behind me, hands on my hips, teasing, massaging, making my body tense and ache in anticipation.

Then came the first kiss—one of their lips on mine, deep and demanding. I moaned softly, my body melting into him even as my mind screamed warnings. But I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted this. I needed this. The taboo, the danger, the sheer thrill of surrender to daddy's slaves.

One of them unhooked the buttons down the back of my dress. This was it, no turning back now! 

Hands explored, lips trailed down my neck, over my chest, brushing against my tiny nipples until they were taut and aching. My clit throbbed in response, soaking my panties, begging for more. I gasped as one finger slipped through my pussy, circling my clit, then pressing in just right to make me arch against him.

I was already hooked. Already craving every touch, every whisper, every daring hand that claimed me. My first taste of real, unrestrained desire had me trembling, and I knew, without a doubt, that I wanted all of it.

The dress was now barely holding itself to my shoulders. I shivered, heart pounding, as one of the men reached out and gently tugged at the shoulder.

“Let us help you with that,” he said, voice low and commanding.

Before I could respond, several hands were on me, carefully sliding the unbuttoned dress,  off my arms. My chest and tiny nipples were bared to them, and I felt my face flush, a hot wave of embarrassment mingling with pure arousal. My small ass and smooth stomach were exposed, and I bit my lip to keep from gasping as their eyes roamed over me hungrily.

One of them stepped behind me, pressing a firm hand to my lower back. “On your knees,” he said, guiding me gently but firmly. I obeyed, dropping to my knees on the dusty floor of the shack, my hands braced on my tan thighs. My heart raced, my body trembling with anticipation.

I looked up at them, my mouth already watering as I realized what I was about to do. Their big, black cocks were lined up in front of me, each one thick and commanding, a promise of the brutal gangbang I was about to receive. My tongue flicked nervously over my lips, and I felt a thrill at the thought of taking all of them in, worshipping them, giving myself completely.

The first one guided his cock to my lips, teasing, brushing the tip against my tongue. I gasped and took him in slowly, savoring the warmth and hardness. My hands instinctively gripped his hips as I bobbed my head, lips and tongue working in rhythm, coaxing moans from him that sent shivers through me.

Another stepped forward, pressing himself against the side of my face, his hands on my head, guiding me to take him too. I moaned around the first one, feeling his thick black cock stretch my mouth. My cheeks were full, my lips stretched, and I was acutely aware of every groan, every shiver, every growl of approval from the men surrounding me.

Each of the men took a turn in my mouth. Most holding my head, guiding me back and forth, forcing me to take them into my throat. 

I could feel the ache between my legs deepen, my tiny clit throbbing as the forbidden thrill of it all washed over me. The taboo, the danger, the complete surrender—everything about this first experience was intoxicating. I was theirs, to be used completely, and the knowledge sent my body soaring.

I felt one of the men guide me forward slightly, the tip of his thick cock pressing against my wet pussy. My breath held, nerves and raw desire colliding in a thrilling storm. I had never done anything like this before, and the sheer taboo of it made my body pulse with need.

“Relax,” he murmured, his hand firm on my hip. “Just let it happen.”

I took a shaky breath and let him slide inside me, slow at first, stretching me in a way I hadn’t thought possible. A gasp tore from my lips, my hands gripping the rough wood beneath me as waves of pleasure and pain shot through me. His cock pushing in and out of me, each thrust sending a shiver of ecstasy up my spine.

Another man stood in front of me, his cock nudging my lips, teasing me. My mouth opened instinctively, his cock sliding in past my lips until the head of his cock was deep into my throat. The spitroasting had begun. My moans filled the shack as my body arched, my tiny tits bouncing with every calculated, relentless thrust.

They had me stand up with one of them, now lying on the bench. I was told to get on top of him, which I did. I slid down his pole like there was a fire somewhere. A second one of them moved behind me, and I felt the head of his cock hit the back of my right thigh. "Holy fuck, where was he going to go?" 

That question was answered quickly when his cock started to join the pole I had just slid down on! I wasn't sure I would be able to handle this or not. But that question was answered before I finished that thought. 

The men worked together, their hands roaming, gripping, and using me. One cupped my face gently, tilting my head as I bobbed my mouth on another’s cock, while the two inside me drove me toward madness. My clit throbbed, soaked with my own juices, and I felt my first orgasm explode through me, intense and shattering, leaving me gasping and trembling.

But they didn’t stop. Another thrust, another gasp, and I felt myself building again almost immediately, my body unable to resist the expert rhythm and the sheer force of them fucking my brians out. My hips bucked, pushing into them, moaning as the pleasure rolled over me in relentless waves. I came again, screaming softly, my hands clutching at one's arms as they continued, driving me toward my limits.

When the next man guided his cock to my mouth, I obeyed instantly, eager to please, my obsession taking hold with every motion. I felt their warmth, their huge cocks, their dominance, and a heady sense of addiction flooded me. This was wrong, taboo, dangerous—and I was completely, utterly hooked.

Their cum began to spill inside me, one after the other, filling me in a way that made me tremble, my mind spinning with dizzy, ecstatic need. I moaned around the cock in my mouth, tasting his salty load pour into my mouth. Savoring every drop, the intensity of it all driving me further into obsession. 

As different guys took their positions, again I slid down on one of them while the other moved in behind me. This time, my little brown butthole was put to use. My body shuddered, every nerve ending alive, my tiny ass stretched in ways I never imagined, and I realized I was theirs completely.

I wanted more. I needed more. Every thrust, every moan, every gasp, every inch taken was burning into my soul. I had crossed a line I could never uncross—and I loved it.

The man between my legs pushed in deep, stretching me. My back arched off the bench with a loud moan, but before I could even catch my breath, another man slipped into my ass, slow but deliberate. The dual sensation—thick, hot, filling me everywhere—ripped a scream of pleasure from my throat. My vision blurred as orgasm crashed over me again, harder than anything I’d ever felt.

My tiny body was used and repositioned, their movements practiced, organized. A pair of hands guided my mouth to another cock as the two inside me worked together, thrusting in rhythm. I felt completely taken, completely owned, and yet I couldn’t get enough. My hips bucked up into them without thinking, chasing every savage wave of bliss.

“Good girl,” someone growled above me as I gagged on him, my lips stretched wide. “Take it all.”

I did—greedily, hungrily. Cum filled my mouth, hot and salty, and I swallowed every drop without hesitation, moaning as it slid down my throat. Almost instantly, I felt more cum flooding my pussy as the man buried there erupted, his groan vibrating through me. Another few relentless thrusts and my ass was filled as well, the stretch of them both inside me making me shake all over.

But they weren’t done. Small beads of sweat running down my back. Another thick cock slid into my now sloppy wet pussy, another into my ass, and I whimpered with bliss as someone else shoved past my lips. The shack echoed with the sounds of their grunts and my helpless cries.

I lost count of how many times I came. My legs trembled, my arms barely held me up, but still I wanted more. The taboo thrill—the danger of seven of my father's slaves using me raw, filling me—burned in my chest like a drug.

When the last man groaned his release down my throat, his cum mixing with the taste of the others already there, I licked my lips greedily, breath ragged, heart pounding. I collapsed on the bench, skin slick, holes aching and full, dress discarded somewhere on the floor.

And all I could think, as I lay there shaking and smiling, was: "When can I do this again?"

The obsession was instant, complete. I’d never be satisfied with ordinary sex again. Not after this. Not after feeling them inside me, over and over, until I couldn’t breathe, until I screamed, until I broke and came again anyway.

I needed more. And I knew I’d find a way to get it.

I slipped quietly into the cool marble foyer, trying to steady my legs. My heart was still racing, but not from fear—though when my mother appeared at the end of the hall, I forced myself to look calm.

“Julia?” she said, eyebrows drawing together. “You look pale. And… sweaty. What on earth were you doing out there?”

I managed a weak smile, clutching my umbrella like a shield. “Just… walking around the property,” I murmured. “I think I need a bath to cool off and relax.”

Mother sighed. “Fine. Go upstairs. I’ll have Lani tend to you.”

My stomach tightened. Lani. The young, dark-skinned maid who always seemed to be everywhere at once. She always seems to know what's going on wherever it is. 

I hurried upstairs, trying to calm myself, but by the time I reached my room, Lani was already there, drawing a bath and humming softly. When she turned and smiled at me, something was knowing in her eyes that made my heart jump.

“Miss Julia,” she said gently, dipping a sponge into the fragrant water. “Long walk?”

I swallowed. “Something like that.”

She stepped closer, her gaze lingering on my disheveled hair and the faint dust smudges on my dress. “I saw you near the shack,” she murmured, voice low, almost playful. “Looked like… you were busy.”

My breath caught. “You—” I began, panic flashing through me. “Lani, please—”

“Relax,” she interrupted softly, her lips curving in a small smile as she knelt beside the tub. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

I exhaled shakily as I slid into the water, letting it wash over my sore, used body. Lani dipped the sponge and began to run it slowly over my arm, down my shoulder, lingering just long enough to make my breath quicken.

“You looked like you were… enjoying yourself,” she whispered, squeezing the sponge over my shoulders, the water trailing down. “Seven men… that’s quite a first time.”

My cheeks burned. I bit my lip, unsure what to say. “You won’t tell my mother?”

“Of course not,” Lani said, voice smooth as silk. “But you should know… Those men… they’ll want you again.” Her eyes flicked up to mine, dark and curious. “And I think… you want them too.”

I couldn’t deny it. I shivered as the sponge traced lightly over my hip, down the length of my thigh. “Tomorrow,” I whispered, almost to myself. “And the next day. And the next…”

Lani’s smile deepened as she wrung out the sponge, letting it trail over my small, tan body with deliberate care. “Maybe next time,” she murmured, “I could join you in the bath.”

My heart skipped. Her fingers brushed my knee—soft, testing, not pulling away. I let out a shaky laugh and sank deeper into the tub, my mind spinning with thoughts of the men… and now, of Lani, too.

Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.