She wanted to lose weight. She lost her inhibitions instead.
Bethany Carter is drowning in her own skin. At twenty-one, she’s a size sixteen, invisible behind the Woolworths checkout, and utterly convinced no man will ever want her. Her mum Sharon doesn’t help—constantly criticising Bethany’s weight whilst shagging a parade of men through their grotty Peckham council flat. The latest? Samuel Williams, a fifty-five-year-old former boxer with a body like a tank and hands that could break her in half.
When Samuel offers free training at his gym under the railway arches, Bethany thinks it’s charity. A pity offer from Mum’s shag buddy. But the first session changes everything. His touch lingers during hamstring stretches. His voice drops low when he calls her “good girl.” And when he catches her masturbating in the showers, Samuel doesn’t apologise—he finishes what she started, his thick fingers teaching Bethany what pleasure actually feels like.
Three times a week, Bethany transforms. Monday, Wednesday, Friday. Each session pushes further. Bent over the boxing ring ropes, the whole of Rye Lane potentially watching through grimy windows. Folded in half on his office sofa, his nine-inch cock splitting her open whilst he calls her his “white slut.” Fucked against brick walls, on weight benches, with gym equipment buried inside her cunt whilst he makes her beg. Samuel doesn’t just train her body—he rewrites her understanding of what her body is for.
But Samuel has friends. Winston, the massive docker with a gold tooth and a cock thick as a Coke can. Lloyd, the sixty-two-year-old Bajan with a wicked tongue and decades of experience. Delroy, quiet and intense, obsessed with her arse. They’ve been watching Bethany’s transformation. And Samuel’s been preparing her for something bigger than their private sessions.
Sunday night. The gym closes early. Four older Black men. One eager twenty-one-year-old white girl who’s learned to crave degradation like oxygen. In the boxing ring under harsh fluorescent lights, Bethany discovers what it means to be truly owned—passed between them, filled in every hole, covered in their cum and piss, reborn as exactly what she always needed to be.
This isn’t a sweet romance. There’s no candlelit dinners or declarations of love. This is raw, filthy, obsessive fucking in a grotty South London gym that smells of decades of sweat. Bethany doesn’t get rescued from her shitty life—she gets corrupted, degraded, transformed into a cumdump for four dirty old perverts. And she’s never been happier.
Set in gritty 1988 Peckham, this 30,000-word taboo novella pulls no punches. Expect explicit interracial gangbangs, breeding kink, watersports, object insertion, brutal anal, and a protagonist who discovers her true calling on her knees. Bethany calls Samuel “Daddy” but he’s not her father—he’s her mum’s fuck buddy, which makes every encounter deliciously wrong.
This is proper British erotica—council estates, Woolworths, the 36 bus to Elephant and Castle, Capital FM crackling on the radio, and a protagonist who talks like an actual working-class London girl, not some polished fantasy. Bethany’s voice is raw, honest, and absolutely gagging for it. Her journey from self-loathing to shameless slut is filthy, funny, and surprisingly empowering in its own twisted way.
Perfect for readers who crave: extreme age gaps, dominant older men, interracial dynamics, gym/trainer fantasies, reverse harem, breeding and impregnation kink, public risk, degradation and praise kink, Daddy Dom/little girl (DDlg) dynamics, working-class British settings, 1980s nostalgia, and protagonists who embrace their inner slag without apology.
Warning: This book will ruin you for vanilla erotica. Once you’ve experienced Bethany’s journey from invisible fat girl to Daddy’s prized fucktoy, there’s no going back. Download now and discover why readers are calling this “the filthiest, most addictive taboo romance of the year.”
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