Motel Room Slut

A successful out-of-town sales meeting turned into celebratory drinks, and before I knew it, it was late and I was too ***** to drive home. I texted Peter, my husband, and told him I’d stay over in a motel. He texted back, “Enjoy your torrid affair.” That was our running joke. He trusted me completely, and not without reason, but we both sometimes fantasized I was getting laid on these business trips. I had only been with two men besides Peter, both before I met him.

Sadly, my only date was with work on my laptop and some Chinese takeout. I cautiously drove to a motel and got a room for the night. I was getting my stuff from the car when a few motorcycles pulled up. The riders dismounted and took their helmets off, and I saw it was four young Latin guys and a blonde white woman, maybe 30, who had been riding behind one of the guys. They were wearing jeans and leather jackets, but all she had on was a half-shirt that strained to contain her breasts and a skirt that barely came to mid-thigh.

The guy she was riding with kissed her, and one of the other guys came up behind her and squeezed her ass. I was shocked at their wanton display, even before a third guy casually reached under her shirt and squeezed her boob. She made no move to dissuade him, not even breaking her kiss with the first guy. When he withdrew, he lifted her shirt and exposed her, a puffy pink nipple visible until she tugged the shirt down again. I’m Indian and mine are so dark they’re almost black, and I’ve had a weird fascination with how pale white women’s nipples get, to the point where I have to catch myself from staring at the gym.

The fourth guy did catch me staring and just winked. He called to his friends to get moving, and they went to the room next to mine, where an unseen person opened the door and let them all in. I took one last look as the woman disappeared inside, and unlocked my room.

Once inside, I peeled off my business attire and stepped into a much-needed hot shower. I toweled myself off and got into bed naked. I hadn’t brought anything to change into, and I was going to be alone for the night, so I might as well be comfortable.

I popped open my laptop to review the deal I had signed earlier when I heard a loud moan coming from next door. Then another. Through the thin wall, I heard the bedrock back and forth with the unmistakable sound of someone having energetic sex. The blonde woman’s moans continued, and I heard some indistinct male voices, followed by cheers and laughter. The bed rocked harder. The moans intensified. My hand found its way between my legs. After about ten minutes, I heard a man’s voice cry out again and again, obviously climaxing.

Reluctantly, I pulled my hand away from my slit and scolded myself for listening in. Someone else’s motel tryst was none of my business. Although I was a little curious… were those other guys still there, watching? I guess they must be if they were cheering the rutting couple on. Maybe she was a prostitute they hired to get their friend laid? That made the most sense, but she didn’t look the part. She did not have much makeup and, a conservative haircut, apart from the outfit she looked like a suburban mom.

I tried to put it all out of my head and focus on work. But hardly a minute had passed when the bed started rocking again. I heard a male grunting, a different voice than the first. Were all of those guys taking turns with her? Did people do that? I have to admit, I was pretty naive about sex. My conservative parents didn’t want me dating as a teenager, so I didn’t have a boyfriend until I got to college, and the two relationships I had before I met my husband were pretty tame affairs.

So this was well outside my experience, even most of my fantasies were tamer than what the woman next door was living out. I had promised myself I’d focus on work, but between the heat of the laptop against my thighs, and the noises from next door getting louder, I realized I was a lost cause. I tossed the laptop aside and felt the wetness between my legs. My other hand roamed across my nude body, as I imagined it was me in that room, with one man climaxing inside of me and another ready to take his place. I masturbated as the woman’s cries got louder and louder until she was screaming in what was a powerful orgasm. My pussy gushed, and my whole body felt electric, listening to her cum.

The bed rocking barely slowed down, as the second man was fucking her hard. I heard indistinct conversation between them, although the rhythm didn’t slow down. Then I heard him repeat what he had said, louder:

“Where do you want it?”

“Inside me.”

“Tell everyone what you need.”

“Cum deep inside me!” Her words were getting ragged like he was practically knocking the wind out of her. “Fill me with your sperm!” The bed was now slamming into the wall with every thrust. She practically screamed the next words. “Put a baby in me!”

I had been on a sexual high since her orgasm and that put me over the top. I tried to keep my orgasm quiet, but it hit me so hard that I couldn’t help but cry out. I worried the crowd next door could hear me, but they were probably making too much noise themselves. A second after I started cumming, my friend on the other side of the wall did too, and then the man fucking her joined in, and that just spurred me on even more. She wasn’t shy about making noise she was practically screaming her head off. Following her example, I didn’t hold back as I just kept coming and coming.

I sank into the bed, muscles taut, drenched in sweat, my heart pounding and gasping for breath. I had marks on my boob where my fingernails had dug in. I hadn’t come that hard since… maybe ever? I honestly didn’t know an orgasm could last that long. And by the time I got my breath back, a third guy was fucking the woman. How much of this could she take? He didn’t get her off, but by the time he was grunting and moaning, so was I. My fingers hadn’t left my clit since the previous guy started. Completely exhausted, I drifted off to sleep to the sound of a fourth guy pounding the headboard against the wall.

I woke up in the middle of the night, and the sounds from next door hadn’t died down in the slightest. I resolved to ignore it this time and go back to sleep, but when she screamed, “Give me more cum! Make me pregnant!” my pussy started to gush and I couldn’t get back to sleep until I rubbed one out.

Even then, I only slept fitfully. I had been trying to get pregnant myself for the past three years, to no avail. When my husband and I had sex, I fantasized about his seed finally taking hold, our child starting to grow in my womb, and my belly swelling up with new life. So, lying in that motel bed, sweaty and exhausted from several orgasms and listening to the orgy next door, I slipped in and out of dreams, my head swimming with images. Multiple cocks plunging into a woman’s unprotected pussy. A womb flooded with sperm. Breasts leaking fresh milk. A taut belly growing rounder and fuller. Sometimes she was the woman in the dream, sometimes I was. After a while, I couldn’t tell the difference.

I finally woke up for good to the sun streaming through the thin curtains. The headboard wasn’t hitting the wall in the other room, but a man’s low moans suggested the action next door had only slowed down, not stopped. My pussy twitched at the thought of that woman being fucked for seven hours straight. My hand reflexively went to my clit, but I stopped myself. I had to go home to Peter and not get caught up in the depraved activities next door. Sweaty as I was, I skipped the shower, pulled clothes on, and got out of the room as quickly as I could.

My car was only steps away, but I never made it there. One of the Latin guys from next door was leaning up against the car next to mine, shirtless, barefoot, having a smoke. He looked from me to the room I had just come from and put two and two together.

“Hey, sounds like you liked what you heard last night. Cindy wasn’t the only woman I heard moaning!”

I wanted to deny it but I couldn’t. But I was also too embarrassed to admit to listening in. But he wasn’t embarrassed at all.

“You ever been fucked like that?” he asked.

I numbly shook my head.

“A sexy girl like you? You’re missing out! Cindy loves this scene. We get together every couple of months, even when she isn’t trying for a baby.”

“Wait—you mean—she’s really….?”

He smiled, clearly delighting in my shock.

“Fertile time of the month! And we never use condoms, with her or anybody else. She’s got a gallon of sperm in her by now, I think we got her again.”

I almost dropped my laptop. “Again?!?”

His smile got wider. “Cindy loves getting pregnant. She’s got two kids from us, and one from her husband. Her old man gets off on letting a bunch of big dicks knock her up.”

At that, he adjusted the waist of his pants, and the head of his cock appeared. It practically came up to his belly button. It had to be twice the size of my husband’s. I think I gasped audibly.

“I didn’t think I’d be able to get it up again. I guess all this talk of knocking up Cindy got me horny. Or maybe it’s just the company.” He looked me up and down and winked. He grabbed his massive erection through his pants. “I’d better put this thing to good use. Add one more chance of the baby being mine! Wanna watch?”

I knew going into a room with a bunch of naked men was a bad idea. Peter certainly wouldn’t approve. I couldn’t say yes to him. But I couldn’t bring myself to say no either. I wordlessly followed him to the open doorway, where Cindy and one of the other men were rutting hard without any sign of letting up. Her pale, slender legs were wrapped around his brown body, making a striking contrast. Her hair, immaculate the night before, was tangled and plastered to her head with sweat. Her loud cries from the night before had subsided into a series of low moans. She had to be exhausted, but she was still thrusting her hips to meet his.

I watched, transfixed, dimly aware that next to me, Carlos slid out of his pants and began stroking his huge cock. Two more naked men were leaning against the wall, taking in the scene. Both of their dicks were soft, but even soft they were as big as my husband’s. I marveled that poor Cindy could manage to take anything that big once, let alone all night.

I almost didn’t notice the other man. He was a bit older, white, and nowhere near as athletic as Carlos and his friends. He was also tied to a chair, a pair of panties that I assumed were Cindy’s in his mouth. He was otherwise naked, and while his penis was sticking straight out, it wasn’t sticking out very far.

“See?” said Carlos, indicating the tied-up man. “Her husband’s excited to be a daddy again. He knows he can’t fuck Cindy the way she’s getting fucked right now, and he only wants the best for his darling wife, even if it means her pussy gets so stretched out she won’t be able to feel his little dick for weeks.”

Poor Cindy. She didn’t seem to object, as her current man slid in and out of her, again and again. The rest of the men and I watched, rooted to the spot, for what felt like fifteen minutes, until finally, the man in the bed sped up his pace. He mumbled something in Spanish, then grabbed Cindy’s ass and pulled her tighter to him, as he began grunting and shooting more sperm into a pussy that must have already been full to overflowing. Cindy just cooed contentedly.

Cindy kept her legs wrapped around him, holding him inside of her, until one of the other guys yelled out, “Hey, get up, Pendejo! Cesar’s ready for another turn!” She relaxed her legs and the guy reluctantly slid his cock out of her and stood up. Her pussy was red and raw from being used all night. A steady stream of white leaked out of her and onto the very wet spot under her ass.

But that wasn’t the worst of it. Her breasts and her neck were covered with hickies and bruises, flowering deep purple against her pale skin. My hand involuntarily went to cover my breasts.

“Are you… okay?” I had to ask.

My heart beat faster, as I was worried about how these men had hurt her, even as I found myself aroused at the thought of everything they’d done to her.

Cindy laughed. “Oh, I’m very okay!”

She rubbed her pussy lazily. If the thought of a strange woman appearing in the room watching her fuck bothered her, she didn’t show it.

“Once you’ve done a few gangbangs, fucking just one guy barely feels like sex anymore.”

“But… those bruises…”

“Ha! These guys can get a little rough, but that’s just part of the fun. Besides, I like having a reminder of the experience. For a week after, sometimes two, every time Paul looks at my naked body, he gets a reminder of how well his wife got fucked.”

The husband mumbled something into his gag, which I assumed was his approval. Or maybe he was calling for help. But if he was in any distress, his wife certainly didn’t seem too concerned.

“Come on, Cesar, show this nice lady the kind of fucking she isn’t getting from her husband.”

She spread her legs wide, and I got another look at her gaping cunt, red and raw and leaking sperm faster than my husband’s penis usually did. I tried to imagine my own tight, brown little slit looking that way. A shiver went down my spine. I found the idea distressing, and yet…

Cesar slid his big cock into Cindy in one swift stroke. She was beyond screaming by this point and just let out a satisfied moan. I was amazed she had any energy left after being fucked all night, but she was bucking her hips against his as he rhythmically thrust into her again and again. I watched the huge shaft splitting her open for a few minutes, then I stepped back and watched their taut, sweaty bodies pressed together, but in the end, I found myself fixated on her face. Glassy-eyed, low moans escaping from her open mouth, Cindy was in another world, consumed by lust.

Finally, she came out of it a bit. She turned her head to look at me and reached out for my hand. Squeezing it tight, she said, “Every woman should get fucked like this. Taken again and again. Filled with sperm. Bred like an animal.” On cue, Cesar grabbed her hips, and his body tensed as he shot another load of seed into her overflowing womb. A full minute passed as they stayed there, locked together, sharing the most intimate moment two people could share, even with six people watching.

Once the moment passed, she released Cesar, and he slid his glistening-wet still-hard cock out of her. Turning back to me, she finally finished her thought. “There’s no better feeling in the world.” I believed her.

The man who had just gotten through fucking her knelt on the bed, next to her head, and she took his sticky cock into her mouth. I felt Carlos’ hand on my elbow.

“Let’s give them a few minutes.” He steered me towards the door.

“So… what do you think? You want a turn sometime?”

Oh my God, yes. I mean no. Of course not. Of course. My mind raced. I somehow managed to form words.

“No… I mean… I want… I… my husband… I can’t…”

Carlos just smiled.

“If your first thought is your husband saying no, that means you’ve already said yes in your head and you’re worried about his reaction. Talk it over with him. You’d be surprised. I’ve known quite a few husbands who liked watching their wives go wild for a night. You never know, maybe he’ll end up like Paul in there and call me one day asking me to knock you up.”

He held my gaze for an uncomfortably long moment, before reaching for the waist of my pants. For a minute, I thought he was going to fingerbang me right there in full view of the parking lot, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to stop him if he did. But instead, he slipped my phone out of my pocket. He handed it back a moment later with his contact added to my list.

“I think we both know you’d enjoy yourself. So if you ever get up the nerve to go after what you want, just get in touch.”

He winked and closed the door behind him. I got one last glimpse into the room, where Cindy was on her knees on the bed, her mouth taking turns on two wet, half-hard dicks. Would that be me some night? Did I want that? Would I dare to go through with it if I did?

My head swam the whole way home in the car. I was a happily, faithfully, married woman, not some depraved slut living out a porno movie script. Yet I couldn’t stop picturing myself in that bed. How it would feel to be fucked again and again, to have my pussy stretched to its limits, be full to bursting with sperm, to wonder if one of those men was planting a baby in me.

I resolved to tell my husband everything. I didn’t like keeping things from him, for starters, and I knew the second I laid out the whole scene, I’d realize what a crazy fantasy it was, and not something any sane person would go through with.

So when he asked me how the trip was, I started small, with the sales meeting, and the positive comments from my boss, and then, nervously, I told him about my night in the room, listening in on the activities next door. I was ready to leave it at that and not tell him about the morning if he got upset, but he was hanging on every word.

So I took a deep breath and told him about the morning. I left myself out of it as much as possible—I didn’t talk about how turned on I was by the whole scene, and certainly not that I kept imagining myself in Cindy’s place. But I couldn’t help talking again and again about how she was enjoying every minute, how into being gang-fucked she was. I was getting turned on all over again recounting the whole thing, and so was Peter. By the time I got to the part about her husband wanting her pregnant, he started undressing me, saying, “Keep talking” as he slid my shirt off my arms.

As he unfastened my bra, I talked about her husband tied up, his little erection sticking out in front of him. As his hand slid into my panties, I told him about the bruises on her breasts, the hickies on her neck, the reminders her husband won’t be able to ignore for days and weeks to come. Peter practically tore his pants off, displaying a rock-hard erection. I tried to remember what Cindy had told me. 'She said there’s no better feeling in the world. Being taken again and again. Being bred like an animal.'

My husband grabbed my breasts in both hands and kissed me as passionately as he had in ages. I decided I might as well tell him everything.

“The man tried to convince me I should take a turn in that bed.”

I held Peter’s hand and moved it to my slit.

”Being fucked over and over.”

I wrapped my fingers around his erection and squeezed.

”Those big dicks stretching out my pussy...”

He started rubbing my brown little nub while kissing my neck.

”...filling me with sperm…”

His fingers pressed harder.

”...breeding me.”

My heart was pounding so hard now he must have felt it against my breast.

Peter bit my earlobe gently and then whispered.

“Did you want them to? Fuck you again and again? Fill you with cum? Cover you with bruises?”

I gasped as his assault on my emotions and my clitoris intensified in tandem.

“I told him my husband wouldn’t approve.”

“And what if you were Cindy? And your husband wanted you to get fucked hard? Wanted to watch you? What then?”

“If that’s what my husband wanted, I guess I’d have to make him happy!”

“And what if they covered your breasts with love bites like Cindy’s? Could you stand to be sore for days afterward, right a reminder of what you did?”

I was a little scared by Cindy’s bruises but excited too. Before I could think too hard about it, I blurted out, “They were too easy on her. A slut like that deserves to be treated rough. They should have slapped her ass black and blue too.”

Peter playfully swatted me on the ass. Then he moved his hand to my belly.

“And what if you were married to Cindy’s husband and he wanted you pregnant?”

I felt my pussy gush at the suggestion. I slid Peter’s dick out of its pants and it was rock hard.

“Who knows if any of that was real or just talk? There’s probably only a small chance of it happening anyway.”

“But would you take that chance?”

“If I were Cindy? And my husband wanted me to?”

He put his hand between my legs and slid his fingers along my soaking wet slit.

“If you were you. And your husband wanted to watch you be bred like an animal. Would you do it?”

Before I could answer, Peter was on top of me and then he was inside me. All I could do was moan, as all of the pent-up sexual energy of the morning came pouring out of me in a wave of one orgasm after another. When I finally caught my breath enough to speak, I found myself repeating Cindy’s words from the night before, the same words I had just recounted to my husband: 'cum deep inside me! Put a baby in me!'

Peter eagerly obliged, at least on the first count.

----

Over the next few weeks, Peter had me recount the story over and over again, even though he knew it by heart. Every time, we’d get each other so hot we’d end up tearing each other’s clothes off and fucking like mad. After three years of marriage and a year of trying to get pregnant with no luck, sex had started to become a chore and an infrequent one at that.

But after my encounter at the motel, we were fucking like teenagers again. Suddenly we were having sex most nights of the week, sometimes more than once. One morning I awoke to Peter’s tongue on my pussy. He made me cum hard and then fucked me twice. I was late to work, and still had cum leaking into my panties when I got there!

The more we talked about the motel, the more forcefully I told myself it was wrong, and the more desperately I wanted to go through with it. Something snapped inside me. I wanted to get pregnant in the worst way. But this was the worst way. I found myself pulling up Carlos’ name in my phone several times a day, sometimes intending to delete the contact, intending to text him, but I could never bring myself to do either.

Then one day I went grocery shopping and forgot to bring my phone. Peter was going out with his buddies and wasn’t there when I got back. But my phone was. And it had a notification. From Carlos. The text just said, “I figured you’d come around. See you soon.”

What the fuck? Why would he text me that out of the blue?

I opened the text app, and I saw a whole conversation between me and Carlos:

> I’ve been thinking about you and your friends nonstop since that night. I think I’m ready for a turn.

> I’m surprised it took you so long. Did you talk to your husband?

> I think he’s even more into it than I am

> Even you being bred like Cindy?

> He can’t get me pregnant. The idea of watching you do it gets him hot.

> What did I tell you? The husbands always love this shit. When are you in the heat next?

> Heat?

> Fertile. Ovulating.

> My period stopped three days ago. And I haven’t used birth control since my wedding night.

> So next Saturday. I’ll set it up. Same guys, same motel, same room. Wear something slutty you don’t care about wearing again. If you get cold feet and don’t show, that’s okay. But once you’re in that room, there’s no going back, you’re ours for the night.

> I’ll be there. I’ve been fantasizing about it constantly. I can’t wait for you and your friends to breed me.

> I figured you’d come around. See you soon.

I thought about having that conversation with Carlos dozens of times. But I didn’t write any of it. Peter did. It’s the only explanation. He saw my phone unattended and set the whole thing up to see if I’d go through with it. Maybe to make sure I went through with it. I was furious with him… and relieved. I had been fantasizing about it constantly. I had long since admitted to myself I wanted to go through with it. The only thing holding me back was what my husband would think.

And here he was, setting it up for me, practically daring me to go through with it. I thought even if I went through with the gangbang, getting pregnant would be over the line. But Peter had just asked another man to knock me up. My thoughts raced. After years of trying, it looked like I was finally going to get my baby. Just not in a way, I could have even imagined a month earlier.

-----

Peter got home late, but I was still up. I met him at the door wearing nothing but a pair of bikini panties.

“Well hello, Sexy!”

“Hello yourself. My phone has a mind of its own.”

He looked every bit as nervous as I hoped he would. He had to know his little stunt was going to either go very badly or very well.

“Somehow, my phone texted Carlos tonight. It told him I needed to be fucked. That I needed to be knocked up by a bunch of strangers. Do you think I should call the Apple Store?”

I pressed my bare boobs up against his chest as I asked, batting my eyelashes. I could feel the bulge in Peter’s pants as he held me close to him.

“Are you sure your phone’s broken? I’d say it’s working very well. It knows what you want better than you do. It goes after what you need, even when you are afraid to. It knows who you are deep down.”

“Oh? And who’s that?”

Peter squeezed my breast with one hand and my ass with the other. He sucked on my nipple for a long moment before he responded.

“A dirty little slut. A shameless tramp who needs to fuck as many men as she can, taking one big cock after another, feeling them stretch her to the breaking point. A trashy whore who loves nothing more than feeling four or five men’s sperm filling her womb to overflowing. An adultress so brazen she doesn’t know who’s baby she’s carrying and doesn’t care.”

“Is that really who you think I am?”

I saw the look on my husband’s face. He wasn’t sure if I was mad, but he was bracing himself. But he made no move to take it back. I think deep down he knew I wasn’t going to be angry because it was true. As much as I hated to admit it, my husband knew me better than I knew myself.

“Or is that who you want me to be?”

“Tell me something, When you saw those texts, did you text Carlos and cancel? Did it even cross your mind? Or were you already picturing yourself in that motel room? Getting fucked all night like that white lady did?”

Now it was my turn to not respond. We had only been married a few years, but there was no denying Peter knew what I wanted deep down. And it was pretty clear what he wanted.

“This isn’t about who either of us wish you were. This is about who you are. What you want. All I want is for you to be honest about it. So tell me. Do you want to stay at home with me on Saturday and be treated like a boring old prim-and-proper wife? Or do you want to go to that motel and be used like a dirty slut?”

My mouth went dry, but I managed to get words out.

“I… I want to be used. I need it.”

I had hardly gotten the words out when his lips were on mine, and I was pulling his hard prick out of his pants, and moments later I was bent over the side of the couch, Peter fucking me as intensely as he ever had. I came hard, and a minute later he roared as he shot a huge load of blanks into my belly. I held him inside me as I rubbed myself to another orgasm.

An hour later, we were lying in bed, having fucked passionately a second time. I pressed my sweaty body against his.

“You know what they say, be careful what you wish for. Because once we go through with this,” I indicated my phone on the bedside table, where Peter’s texts to Carlos still sat, “there’s no going back.”

“Oh God, I hope not.”

-----

So, that’s how I found myself on the back of a stranger’s motorcycle, in a half shirt, a short skirt, and no panties, on the way back to that motel. I had bought myself a bunch of short skirts since that conversation with Peter, and the little red one I was wearing was the shortest. It barely covered my ass, and when I bent over, it was impossible not to flash my freshly-waxed pussy to the world. I did exactly that in the bar where Carlos and a few of his boys came to pick me up that afternoon.

They didn’t pick me up at home, that seemed like pushing it too far. They had me wait in front of a bar, pacing the street corner like a common streetwalker, men whistling at me as they walked into the bar. The only difference is that hookers wear high heels. I was barefoot, at Carlos’ request. He wanted me to wear only what would stop me from getting arrested and nothing else.

When they pulled up on their bikes, Carlos and his friends took turns kissing me while feeling up my breasts and my pussy. It was clear to anyone passing by what was happening, and I’m sure plenty of people got an eyeful. It was humiliating and degrading and I loved every second.

After the boys passed me around for a few minutes, they got back on their bikes. Carlos helped me onto the back of Cesar’s, my bare pussy against the leather of the seat. I felt his strong hands against my back, and with one swift movement, he tore through the flimsy fabric of my shirt and tossed it aside. I was now nude apart from a skirt that barely covered my ass.

“You’d better hold on to Cesar tight if you don’t want to flash every guy from here to the motel.”

Before I could object, engines roared and the bikes took off. We sped through the city, but at every red light, the car next to us would honk, or the driver would make rude comments. I kept my breasts pressed tightly against Cesar’s leather jacket, but it was clear from a mile away I was very close to naked. I saw the shocked looks on the faces of women, and mostly drool coming from the faces of the men. Being so exposed in public would have been unthinkable to me a few weeks earlier, but my pussy got wetter the further we rode on. Of course, the vibration of the seat against my bare sex probably had a lot to do with that.

By the time we pulled into the motel parking lot, my pussy was throbbing and I was desperate to get started and get a cock into me. But first, we had to get into the room. While the parking lot was mostly empty, the boys parked their bikes at the far corner. I’d have to walk, barefoot and bare-breasted, all the way across the lot to the room. From the corner of my eye, I could already see people staring from the sidewalk.

An older woman glared at me from 20 feet away. I said, loudly enough that I knew she could hear, “Get me inside. I can’t wait for you guys to take turns fucking me.”

The woman glared at me and I smiled back at her. I had already decided to be a dirty slut, I might as well own it. The guys laughed, and Carlos kissed me while squeezing one of my breasts, while I felt another set of hands lift my skirt and squeeze my ass. The man behind me started gently massaging my asshole with his finger, while another hand—Carlos’? Someone else’s?—reached under the front of my skirt. One of his fingers slid easily into my pussy, which was already soaking wet.

I wondered whether these guys could hold me upright and double-penetrate me. I had seen it in a video Peter and I watched together once. Would they do that to me right here in the parking lot? At that moment, I very badly wanted them to, but I still had a little common sense left. “Okay, boys, let’s take this party inside before someone calls the cops. I can’t wait any longer—if I’m not on my back with a cock inside me in two minutes I’m gonna explode.”

Carlos said loudly, “Well you better get on your back because my cock’s gonna explode inside you.” He squeezed my nipple. “Of course, it’s gonna take me longer than two minutes. I’m not your husband!”

The guys laughed. I felt the hand on my ass push me forward and I walked towards the hotel, a finger still resting against my asshole, and my skirt lifted for all the world to see. Halfway across the parking lot, we stopped so Carlos could make out with me and feel my tits again. As he did, I felt another hand unclasp my skirt, and a second later I was completely nude. The skirt drifted away and for a moment I wondered how I was going to make it home like this, but only for a moment because then we were at the motel room door and all I could think about was the fucking I was about to get.

Carlos stopped with his hand on the door handle.

“This is it. If you have any doubts, or even the smallest desire to walk away, you can turn around right now. We’ll take you home, you can fuck your husband tonight like a good little wife, and none of this ever happened. But once you go through that door, there’s no changing your mind. You’re going to get fucked hard, by lots of men, lots of times. You’re going to get groped, slapped, bitten, all kinds of shit. And you’re going to leave here tomorrow with about ten trillion sperm in you, all looking to make a baby. So I’m going to ask you one last time, are you—”

“Just open the fucking door and stop making me wait!”

The men cheered. In one rush of movement, the door swung open, I was picked up by two men and thrown on the bed and pinned there facedown as a thick cock slid into me. I was so wet that despite being far and away the biggest dick I had ever had, it only took a few seconds for whichever man it was to slide into me. For the first time since I was 21, a man other than Peter was fucking me. As of this moment, I was an adulterous slut, and I always would be.

So far, it felt pretty fucking good. The cock in my pussy was stretching me out to the fullest, and the feeling was incredible. Whichever man it was was grabbing my hips tightly, and fucking me with very slow, deliberate strokes, so I felt every inch of him opening me up and then withdrawing. Being so deliciously stretched out over and over was causing sensations that were like nothing I’d ever felt before. I had always thought Peter and I had a pretty satisfying sex life, but what we did together hardly counted as sex compared to the fucking I was getting right now.

I heard a thwack before I even felt the sting of him slapping my ass as he fucked me. I meant to cry out in pain, but it came out as, “Yes!” Another slap. “Yes!” Slap. “Yes!” With each blow, my arousal built and built, until I was cumming as hard as I ever had in my life, my pussy trying to devour his unyielding cock. But his slow, steady rhythm continued without a break as I gasped for breath.

My eyes had been squeezed tight since the moment I was penetrated, so I felt the cock in front of my mouth before I saw it. Instinctively, I started licking the tip, already tasting salty precum. I’m sure he and every other man in the room were getting a hell of a show. I slid my lips over his cockhead, but no sooner was he in my mouth than I felt hands on the back of my head and he was in my throat. I managed to not gag, but I only had a moment to adjust to being caught between two hard cocks, each tapping the back of my throat and my cervix in rhythm.

I tried my best to breathe through my nose and just lost myself to the sensations I was feeling. I was nothing but a dirty slut, being used by two men at once, who saw me as little more than a collection of holes to stick their dicks into. I expected to feel shame or regret, but instead, I felt elated. I was on a sexual plane I had never imagined before, and for maybe the first time in my life, I felt completely and utterly satisfied. Sex could be awkward, messy, or disappointing, but this was just pure bliss. Everything about this felt right. This was how sex was meant to be. This was how I was meant to be.

I was lost in the moment for ages and only shaken out of it by a voice saying, “I’m almost there. Do you want me to pull out?”

He was teasing me, the man fucking me. I knew what he wanted me to say. The other guy pulled his cock out of my throat to let me respond.

“Fuck no,” I panted, his cock pistoning in and out of me faster now.

“Are you on birth control right now?”

“Fuck no.”

“Are you fertile right now?”

“Very”

“So do you—”

“Cum in me. Cum deep inside me.” The words came out in ragged breaths now. “Fill my womb with your sperm. Put a baby in me. Make me pregnant.”

I heard appreciative murmurs from around the room, but I kept my eyes shut tight, savoring the intense feelings as he fucked me harder, and faster, and harder, and faster, until finally his nails dug into my hips, and I felt his big cock spasming inside my pussy. I knew he was shooting jet after jet of thick, potent sperm right up against my cervix. This was the moment I had been building up to, not just since that first night in this motel, not just since Peter and I started trying, but since I first knew what sex was and what I wanted out of it. I was being bred.

This wasn’t “trying for a baby,” like Peter and I had been doing for years. This was breeding. Pure animal lust, a rutting male, a female in heat, raw insemination just as nature intended. Just as a stallion mounts a mare, I had been mounted and bred. And now my stallion withdrew from my pussy and another slid right into place. I didn’t know which man it was, I didn’t know his name, I didn’t know anything about him, I only knew I wanted him to use my body and leave me his seed as a reward. Seed that would soon be seeking out an egg, forming a new life inside my body.

“Fuck me hard,” I moaned. “Put a baby in me.”

The first man had been silent apart from a few grunts and moans, but this one wanted to chat, pushing his cock into me over and over as he spoke.

“You like how this feels, baby?”

“Oh God, yes. Your cock is so big, and you fuck me so good.”

“You ever get it like this from your husband.”

“Fuck. No. Not like this.”

“And that wimp can’t give you a baby.”

“Fuck him. I want your baby. Make me pregnant.”

The man had been fucking me nice and slow, but now he thrust his full length into me, making me gasp for breath. My eyes flew open, and I found myself staring right into the eyes of my husband!

They had Peter tied to a chair, naked, gagged with a pair of panties (God knows whose, as I hadn’t been wearing any). It hit me that I had just said everything I just said, right to his face. But he was practically drooling with lust, and his little dick (I had already started thinking about it that way since taking two bigger ones in the span of a few minutes) was sticking straight up and quivering with excitement.

He liked what he heard. Hell, he was the one who set this whole thing up, not me. If this was his fantasy as much as it was mine, I was going to take it as far as I could.

“Fuck me harder! Put a baby in my belly! Show my husband how a real man breeds a woman!”

I looked Peter in the eye as I said all of this, and in response, he moaned through his gag. I could see the anguish on his face at not being able to stop this (or maybe just at not being able to jerk off to it), but I could also see his little pecker straining and a drop of precum forming on the tip.

I wanted to keep taunting my husband, but as soon as I said the word “breed,” the man behind me started fucking me so intensely it was all I could do to gasp for air. So I locked eyes with my husband, knowing he could read the look of unbridled lust on my face. Could he read on my face that I was on a plane of raw sexuality I had never reached with him? That the stranger’s cock was touching a place deep inside me where he would never go? The thought of it just made me relish the fucking I was getting even more, and it wasn’t long until I was howling with an orgasm. I tried to keep looking Peter in the eye, but I lost all control of my movements, and at some point automatically closed my eyes to savor the moment.

When I opened them again, I wasn’t looking at my husband or his little dick, but a very big, very stiff light brown cock. Without a second thought, I opened my mouth, and whoever he was fed me a dick that was nearly as big as the one pounding my pussy. Peter probably couldn’t see me at all, just this man’s ass right in his face as he used his wife like a whore. I delighted in that thought and tried to give the cock in my mouth the attention it deserved, which wasn’t easy given I could barely open my mouth wide enough to accommodate it.

I managed to keep sucking on that monster even when the cock in my pussy started spasming and unloaded another torrent of sperm into my womb. But when a new cock took its place, I found myself practically screaming around that dick, squeezing the shaft and the poor guy’s balls for dear life. I couldn’t see who was behind me, but even after the fucking I had already gotten, his cock was stretching me out painfully. They were all big, but this guy was fucking huge.

“Fuuuuuuuck—” I could barely get the word out. “He’s so… fucking…”

I never got to finish, as the cock I was squeezing in front of my face exploded, sending jet after jet of thick, white cum splashing onto my face and into my hair. I found myself aiming him at my forehead and the bridge of my nose, savoring the feeling of warm rivulets of spunk slowly running down my face. The guy fucking me stopped his thrusting for a minute to let me compose myself.

I put on my best pout, and teasingly said to the guy who had just coated my face, “Heyyyy…. you were supposed to shoot that stuff in my belly and make me pregnant!”

I looked past him and smiled as sweetly as I could at my husband, who was practically drooling at the sight of my cum-covered face.

“Is this what you wanted, honey? For your wife to be a dirty, degenerate slut.”

I followed those words with a small scream, as the biggest cock I had ever fucked thrust inside me to the hilt, stretching my pussy to its limits. A voice behind me said, “No, he wants his wife to be a dirty, knocked-up, degenerate slut!”

Cesar. I should have figured he’d have the biggest dick in the room. He started fucking me hard, practically tearing up my insides when in front of me, the smallest dick in the room started spurting cum like a geyser. My husband had cum without touching himself, just from seeing his slutty, cum-covered wife get a baby fucked into her! I laughed at the sight of it, although I’m not sure he heard the laugh in between the howls Cesar’s cock was forced out of my lungs with every thrust.

It took me a few more minutes of fucking to work through the pain and pressure of being stretched out so thoroughly, but once my body adjusted, I was on a sexual high like nothing I’d ever experienced. I came so hard it practically knocked the wind out of me. I needed to stop for a minute and catch my breath, but Cesar was merciless, fucking me hard and never breaking the rhythm. As a result, I just kept cumming and cumming in one continuous wave, my muscles tensing uncontrollably, and unhinged noises coming out of my mouth in between gasps for air. I wanted it to go on forever, while also hoping it stopped soon before my heart exploded.

I felt like I was about to black out, pussy still spasming uncontrollably, when through the haze I was dimly aware of Cesar slamming his hips into mine and then burying his cock deep inside me as it started pulsing again and again, coating my insides with his hot seed. When Dave came inside me, I only knew because of his moans and groans. But when a cock as big as Cesar’s is moving inside you, you fucking feel it. I could feel that monster shuddering over and over, as I pictured jet after jet of thick, potent sperm feeling my womb overflowing. I finally came down from my nonstop orgasm about the same time he did, exhausted and sore and more satisfied and happy than I’d ever been in my life.

Gently, at least compared to the rough fucking I had just gotten, Cesar rolled us onto our sides, slowly slid his cock out of my battered pussy, and then lifted my ass so one of the other guys could slide two pillows under me. I imagined a lake of cum in my pussy steadily draining into my cervix, overwhelming the egg that was patiently waiting for its gangbang, with about a trillion sperm participating.

Sated for now, I gave my husband a dreamy smile.

“Honey, I think I might be pregnant!”

All the guys laughed.

“I’m just glad you came at the moment of conception!”

The other guys laughed and cheered. Peter tried to say something, but with the panties still in his mouth, it was impossible to tell whether he was upset or congratulating me.

Sore as I was, I was so relaxed and blissed out that I put up no resistance when two sets of hands gently lifted my arms above my head, and by the time I registered what they were wrapping around my wrists, I was firmly tied to the headboard.

“After all that you think I’m going to run away?”

Carlos just smiled and gave me a wink.

“Just want to keep you still so all that sperm can do its work.”

The men turned on some salsa music and produced cold beers from somewhere, and for a few minutes, it was like any old party, except with a naked, cum-covered slut as the centerpiece. Eventually, they even shared, taking Peter’s gag off so they could pour beer into his mouth, although most of it ran down his front. They were more careful with me, taking turns giving me small sips—I suspect no one wanted to wash off the globs of cum that were still coating my forehead, nose, and cheeks.

By the second round of beers, one of the guys, whose name I never caught, poured his beer over my breasts and started licking it up. A few other guys took turns, and it got messier every time until I was covered in beer from neck to mid-thigh and I could feel it soaking into the bed all around me.

The fun only stopped for a minute when Peter spoke up, for the first time that night.

“Uh, hey, guys? I have to piss.”

Carlos and Cesar shared a look and laughed.

“So piss, then!”

“Could you—could you untie me first?”

“You said you’d stay tied up all night if we let you watch us fuck your wife. Isn’t that right?”

“Yeah… but…”

“So are you going back on your word?”

“No—but—I mean, that’s not—”

“All night means all night. When the sun comes up tomorrow, your wife’s still gonna have a dick in her, and you’re still gonna be tied to that chair. That’s what all night means.”

“But—then—what am I supposed to—”

All the rest of the men laughed before he got to finish. I tried to look sympathetic, but I inwardly smiled at my poor husband.

One of the other men leaned over to Carlos.

“He’ll figure it out.”

“I dunno, he might not! Honey, you should be happy your baby’s gonna have my superior genes and not this dummy!”

Cesar opened another beer and held Peter’s head steady so he could pour the whole thing into his mouth, barely letting him gasp for air, rivulets of beer rolling down his neck and staining his shirt. By the time the bottle was empty, he was squirming in his seat. If his bladder was full before, it had to be ready to burst.

Cesar held up the empty bottle, the last few drops dripping into my husband’s lap.

“Bottle’s empty. Does anyone know where I can stick this?”

He laughed and got onto the bed, between my legs, staring closely at my pussy as he slid the bottle in. I was so stretched out and wet it slid right in with no resistance.

“You like that, chica?”

He pushed the bottle in and out of me while gently rubbing my clit. I involuntarily let out a moan.

He laughed in my husband’s direction.

“See that? Even Corona fucks your wife better than you do!”

The other guys laughed. He pushed the bottle until it was lodged firmly in my pussy and left it there. More beers were opened, and the guys joked around while watching my husband squirm. Occasionally someone would pour a little beer into my mouth, but just as often they’d spill some onto my flat stomach or make some pool between my tits so they could lick it up. I was savoring the feeling of the bottle keeping my pussy wide open. It was also keeping any sperm from leaking out. Five loads inside me, and every drop was going to end up in my womb. And the night was far from over.

Peter was squirming hard now, straining against his bonds. I could even see his little dick straining to contain itself. It was semi-erect, but it looked tiny now compared to all the big cocks that had been inside me.

“Please… guys. Please. I can’t hold it in anymore! Come on, guys. It isn’t funny anymore.”

Carlos laughed.

“I dunno man, I think it’s pretty funny! Hey, you want more to drink, man?”

He took a long swig of his beer and then offered the bottle in my husband’s direction. Peter had a look of pure agony on his face, and he practically sobbed as piss started spouting from his dick. Because he was half-hard, it was sticking straight up, so his pee stream shot straight up too, hitting him in the face, and then coating his chest, soaking through his shirt instantly. There was much commotion from the other men as Peter’s stream went on for a remarkably long time. By the time it subsided, he was soaked in piss, and there was a puddle of it on the floor under his chair. I thought he’d be furious, but he had that completely sated look he had after sex. I couldn’t stop myself from laughing a little.

“Hey, you hear this?” Cesar said in mock anger. “She’s laughin’ at this poor bastard. You think it’s funny, getting pissed on?"

He stood over the bed, pointing his cock at me. A second later, a stream of hot, sticky piss was hitting my belly. Because my ass was still elevated, it ran down my body, pooling between my breasts, running down my neck and into my hair. He aimed his stream up and down my body, soaking my breasts, then moving back down my body until the stream was hitting my pussy. I wished he could aim it right at my clit and give me some relief, as my pussy was on fire. I had never fantasized about being pissed on or even thought about it much, but as hot, sticky fluid coated my body, I found myself incredibly turned on. I was reveling in what a dirty slut I had become.

One of the other guys, whose name I didn’t know, appeared on the other side of the bed, waving his cock at me.

“You want some more?”

“Yes!” I practically shouted it at him.

He moved closer to my head, and before I could stop him, he started pissing directly into my mouth! I swallowed as fast as I could, the salty, bitter tang overwhelming my senses. I can’t say that I liked the taste exactly, but I found myself gulping greedily until I was desperate for air. I closed off my throat and tried breathing through my nose, as my mouth filled to overflowing with hot, smelly piss, pouring down my cheeks and my chin, and soaking into the mattress behind my head and into my hair.

And yet as soon as I took a few breaths, I started gulping down piss like I was dying of thirst. A moment later, I felt warm pressure between my legs—one of the other guys was pissing right onto my pussy. I squirmed, trying to line my clit up with the stream, but all I succeeded in doing was making a bigger mess, as I felt warm piss running down my hips, my thighs, and in a river between my breasts.

The man pissing into my mouth finally ran out of juice, and after gasping for air for a minute, I turned to see what my husband thought of my latest depravity. But he had his eyes closed, as one of the other men was pissing right in his face. Unlike me, he had his mouth closed, but that just meant the piss sprayed all over him. I suspected he was starting to regret setting this thing up, but then I saw his little pecker standing straight up. I should have known, he was loving every minute of this, the dirty little bastard.

Then my view was blocked by Carlos. I couldn’t even see his face, I knew his cock by sight. Even soft it made my husband’s look like a child’s. He tenderly stroked my cheek, pushing my wet hair aside.

“Still thirsty?” I nodded mutely. “Say it. Ask for it.”

I was acutely aware of the five other men in the room listening, but the words came out loud and clear.

“I wanna drink more piss.” Carlos smiled and took his cock in hand, aiming at my face.

“No,” I stopped him. “Put it in my mouth and shoot it right down my throat.”

He happily obliged, and I licked his cockhead as it passed between my lips. It was strange, giving a blowjob to a soft cock, and stranger still when instead of a long wait for a few viscous bursts of semen, my mouth was immediately flooded with a constant stream of hot, salty liquid. I tried to relax as much as I could, opening my throat and breathing through my nose. I got into a rhythm, keeping the airflow going as warm piss poured down my throat and into my stomach. Almost as soon as it started, I felt pressure on my bladder. Everyone in the room had peed except me! I figured there was no way I could make the bed any more of a mess, so I just let myself go, peeing into the open air, not knowing or caring where it all landed.

Finally, the stream of piss flooding my mouth subsided. I kept Carlos’ cock in my mouth, licking the head and sucking like I wanted to get every last drop out. It didn’t take long for him to start to harden in my mouth. He shouted over to my husband,

“Hey, cuck! You like having a piss-drinking slut for a wife?”

There was no hesitation in Peter’s voice.

“Oh my God, yes. I love you so much, honey. You’re so fucking sexy.”

“You got that right! You should feel how well she’s sucking me off right now! You want a better view while we all fuck her again?”

“Of course!”

I’m not sure Peter knew exactly what he was agreeing to, but then again, he probably would have said yes even if they did. They untied me from the bed, and I got to stretch my legs and walk around the room a bit, although I couldn’t take a step without someone grabbing my breasts or my ass, or sliding a finger into my sloppy cunt. A few of them poured beer into my mouth; a few more poured it over my tits, and one even upended his over my head. I was such a mess by that point I didn’t care. I kind of enjoyed it.

Meanwhile, they had tied up Peter on the bed this time, his head by the foot of the bed. They moved me into a 69 position with him, and he wasted no time licking my well-abused pussy. I’m sure I tasted like piss and five other guy’s cum, but that didn’t seem to bother my husband. His dick tasting like piss didn’t bother me any either, although it’s funny how it already seemed so small compared to the other dicks I’d had inside me.

I was so focused on his little thing that I was surprised when I felt a real cock slide into my pussy. Whoever it was wasted no time in fucking me deep and spread my legs wider to accommodate him. It was only after a minute of being thoroughly fucked that I realized Peter’s tongue was still massaging my clit, and that he was watching my pussy get split in half about half an inch from his face. The guy’s balls must have been slapping into my husband’s forehead with every stroke.

I practically burst out laughing at the thought of it, but then the next thrust came and almost knocked the wind out of me. Between the cock rearranging my insides and Peter’s tongue pressed firmly to my clit, it was only a matter of time before I came hard. I could feel my pussy gushing around that mammoth tool and realized I was probably soaking Peter’s face in the process. Which just turned me on even more.

The man fucking me slammed his cock home, and I felt it jerking as he unloaded still more sperm into my unprotected womb. While my first instinct was to keep all that cum inside me to do what nature intended, I found myself relaxing my pussy and letting it drip all over Peter’s face. He never stopped eagerly kissing and sucking my snatch, so he must have been gulping down semen. Another man fucked me, and I gave my husband the same treatment, and he liked the taste, as his little prick started getting hard again. I had been too busy getting fucked to hold up my end of the 69, but once he was hard, I took him in my mouth again — he fit easily enough. While the third guy fucked me, I came again — I had long since lost track of how many times it had been — and Peter’s little dick twitched in my mouth. He only produced one little pearl of cum, which wasn’t surprising given he had gotten off a bunch of times at this point. Then again, so had the other guys, and my pussy was still leaking a river of sperm every time one of them pulled out of me.

By this point, every muscle was sore, and I was too worn out to come anymore. But I still kept my legs wide open for the last two guys, and Peter never tired of licking my pussy. Not that anyone was going to let him get out from under me. Each of those last two guys took their time fucking me, as they had already cum once or twice each. At this point, my pussy was slack, so as soon as they came, every drop ran out of me and into Peter’s mouth.

When the last man pulled out, my husband was still dutifully licking my mostly-numb clit.

“Hey,” Cesar called out, “this little cuck’s still hungry for more of our sperm.”

The guys laughed, but the consensus was that everyone was all fucked out for the moment.

“Maybe I can give him a little something,” I said, in the sultriest voice I could manage through the exhaustion.

Although I had already pissed once that night, I had ***** enough beer that my bladder was half full again. I squeezed out a stream of hot piss into Peter’s mouth, and he gulped it down as eagerly as I had earlier.

Finally, I used the last of my strength to roll off of my husband’s face and onto my back. Another pillow was quickly placed under my ass, not that it made much difference at this point.

“Guys,” I said feebly, “this was the best night of sex I’ve ever had. And I need to be fucked more by your big cocks. And I need more of your sperm in my womb. A lot more. But I’m exhausted. I need a break.”

Carlos stroked my hair, still wet with piss. He idly traced a finger through the cum on my forehead.

“It’s okay, you were a good little slut. I think we could all use some time to recharge before we get back to breeding you. Get some sleep, and we’ll go back to stretching out your pussy in the morning. There are some rules, though: no cleaning yourself up, no cleaning up the bed, no putting on clothes. You can leave the room if you want, but I don’t recommend it in the state you’re in.”

The men filed out, leaving Peter and I lying together, naked, on a piss-soaked mattress. He started to say something about how much he loved me and how he had no regrets about the night, but all I could manage to say before I fell unconscious was, “I’m a good little slut.”

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I woke up sputtering, as a stream of hot piss hit my face. It took me a few seconds to be fully awake, but as soon as I was, I instinctively closed my mouth around the pissing cockhead and swallowed greedily. I felt another hot stream against my belly, my breasts, my pussy. I had fallen asleep on my back, hips still elevated. Surely a gallon of sperm had drained into my womb overnight, enough to make me pregnant a dozen times over. But I still wanted more.

“Good morning, slut!”

Carlos cheerfully stood over me, his stiff cock weighty and solid in his hand. I was already getting wet at the thought of how deep inside my belly it was going to go.

“Get enough piss to drink? Or do you need a little more?”

I knew he wanted to hear me ask for more, but there was something else I needed.

“First I need your big cock inside me. I need a fresh load of sperm in my womb, to make sure I’m good and knocked up.”

Carlos laughed.

“You don’t think all that fucking last night was enough to make a baby?”

I spread my legs wide for him.

“Better safe than sorry!”

Three hours later, I had twelve more loads of sperm in me, I had been pissed on a few more times, I had fresh hickies on my breasts, and my ass had been slapped back and blue. Every muscle was sore and I could barely move. I was the happiest little slut in the world.

My husband spent the morning tied up again. He was insulted, abused, and pissed on, and the boys made a game of flicking him in the nuts every time they made me come or put another load of sperm into me. And his little dick still managed to shoot three times. By this point, all he could manage was a watery mess that ran down to his balls, which the guys thought was hilarious, and mocked him mercilessly about his pathetic little dick. But I could see the look on Peter’s face. He was loving every second of it.

By noon, the guys were all fucked out. They had a few beers while mocking Peter and praising me for being a dirty slut and a great lay. Finally, they all pissed all over me one last time and got dressed, and left, untying Peter on their way out the door. He practically jumped on top of me, kissing me passionately, rubbing our piss-soaked bodies together.

“I don’t think I can get it up again.”

“I wouldn’t be able to feel you even if you did. And from now on, you’re always going to feel tiny compared to a real man’s cock. I hope you can live with that.”

He kissed me again.

“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, and I’m madly in love with you.”

We made out for a while until reality came creeping back in. We were naked, in a motel room that reeked of piss; I didn’t have a stitch of clothing, and his clothes were soaked through with urine. We couldn’t call a cab in this state. I couldn’t walk home naked. We were screwed in every sense of the word. And yet, I wasn’t mad at those guys for leaving me like this. It was all part of the fun.

And we worked things out eventually. We showered and soaked our clothes in the sink until they only smelled mildly of piss. I wore Peter’s shirt, which was big enough on me to just about cover my pussy and ass, but it was a white dress shirt, so it was practically transparent and my dark brown nipples were visible from a mile away. We were worried about a cabbie either throwing us out or taking advantage of me, so we walked home. My husband was shirtless with wet pants, and me barefoot with my pussy barely covered up and my breasts proudly on display. We got stares all the way home, and a few people took pictures, but no one spoke to us.

Far from being ashamed, I was so horny by the time we got home that I yanked Peter’s pants down and gave him a blowjob. I only got a few drops as a reward, but I told him to piss in my mouth afterward, and I swallowed every drop. As I did, I realized there was no way I could go back to being the sweet, innocent wife I had been a few weeks earlier. I decided to lay it all on the line to Peter to see how he’d react.

“So… I fucking loved that.”

His face lit up.

“Oh my God, me too. You were so fucking sexy. And all those guys—”

“Hang on, I need to tell you something. I loved being a dirty slut, I loved having big cocks inside me, I loved not knowing if I could get pregnant, and I love not knowing who the father is. I’m a dirty, degenerate slut, and there’s no point hiding it. I’m never going to be your prim, faithful wife after this. I need to be fucked hard by big cocks, much bigger than yours. I’m going fuck those guys again shortly, and I’m going to fuck other guys too.”

Peter was too worn out to get hard again, but I could see his body trembling and knew it was from excitement and not anger.

“And this might be hard to hear, but your little dick isn’t going to do it for me anymore. After being gangbanged by all those big dicks, I’ve come to realize that’s what my pussy needs, and I’m not going to settle for second-best. Or sixth-best in your case.”

We both involuntarily looked down at his penis, now shriveled and soft from overuse.

“But you’re my husband, and I love you, and I’m still attracted to you. So I’m going to keep your little thing busy, but only in my mouth and my ass. My pussy is for real men only. I hope you can accept that, but that’s how it’s going to be from now on.”

For a minute, my husband didn’t say anything. He caressed my body, running his hands over my breasts, my belly, and my hips. Finally, he gently stroked my battered pussy.

“You know I want you more than anything in the world. You’re the sexiest woman on Earth. But I know full well I can’t satisfy you like those guys did. And you deserve to be satisfied. I’d much rather have a sexy, uninhibited wife than one who’s frustrated and isn’t getting what she needs.”

He kissed me and gently squeezed a bruised tit with one hand while he kept the other covering my slit.

“I want you to get gangbanged again. I want you to fuck those guys, and anyone else you want, any time you want. And most of all, I want to see you again. You can fuck whoever you want, as long as I get to watch your pussy get stretched out by bigger cocks than mine, as long as I get to see the look on your face when another man makes you come. As long as I get to lick your pussy clean afterward, drink your piss, and suck the milk from your breasts.”

Milk. Shit. I almost forgot I might be pregnant already.

“And… if I’m pregnant.”

He gently shushed me.

“That’s what we talked about, that’s what we both wanted. After trying so long… I’m going to be so happy watching your belly swell up with a baby. And I don’t want you to stop at one. If you never use birth control again, that’s fine by me.”

—--

And that’s how our lives changed. I didn’t have sex with anyone else for a few weeks; as satisfying as that gangbang was, my body was sore all over and I needed to recharge. But a few days after the gangbang, I let Peter fuck my ass for the first time. He was the perfect fit for my virgin asshole — big enough that I could feel it, but not so big it hurt, so we did that almost every night.

And two weeks after the gangbang, I bought a pregnancy test. We agreed that, in keeping with the conception, we wanted to do this in the dirtiest way possible, so Peter knelt with the stick in his mouth, and I pissed all over his face, soaking his hair and his shirt. Then he unzipped and hosed me down, finishing in my mouth. I held a mouthful of his piss until his flow had stopped, and then kissed him, pushing the rank salty liquid into his mouth. We spat piss back and forth into each other’s mouths for five minutes until he held up the stick. I let out an excited squeal, spitting a mouthful of piss all over him, and that’s how we found out we were going to be parents.

Peter called Carlos and he was delighted, and said he’d pass out cigars to the other possible fathers. Without asking me, my husband also told Carlos I needed to be gangbanged again soon, but he wanted to wait until the first trimester had passed so as not to risk a miscarriage.

Which was fair, but I couldn’t wait that long to get a big cock into me, so I brought home a coworker, Derek, who had been flirting with me for ages. He had already fucked a few other girls around the office, and it was no secret he had a big dick. He bragged about screwing married women, but when I told him my husband wanted to watch, that shocked even him. But he adjusted pretty quickly. Peter was happy as a kid on Christmas watching me ride Derek’s big cock, and Derek was amused at how eager Peter was to lick his cum out of me.

“Shit if you like the taste of my cum so much, you should come get it from the source sometime!”

Derek taunted my husband, waving his cock in Peter’s face.

“Too bad I like busting my load inside your wife too much to waste it on you. If she ever goes out of town, I’ll have to come by and you can take care of me.”

Peter’s face turned bright red. But I noticed he never said no.

I kept fucking Derek a few nights a week, and any time we could slip away at work, I’d give him a blowjob while he finger-fucked me. I always sent Peter pictures. The before - with my lips stretched around his dick, and his fingers stretching out my pussy - and the after, with either my face or my tits coated with thick ropes of sperm. Peter always told me how much he loved the contrast of white cum against my dark skin, so I gave him photos to add to his collection as often as I could.

Four months pregnant, with my belly just starting to show, I went back to the motel room. Me, naked, and Peter fully dressed. The guys erupted into cheers when they saw me.

Cesar boomed, “Just what I love to see, another little slut is having my baby!”

That led to a round of arguing over whose baby it was, which led to a round of boasting over how many women they had knocked up, individually or as a group.

Finally, I had to fold my arms and pout and yell, “Are any of you assholes going to fuck me, or what?”

They didn’t need any encouragement. Rough hands grabbed me and tied me, spread-eagled to the bedposts. I spent the next four hours with an endless series of cocks stretching my pussy. Only after all five guys had had a turn, they’d take turns pissing all over me, and then untie me so I could sit on Peter’s face and let five loads of sperm drain into his eager mouth. Then I was tied up face-down and they repeated the process, with my ass being slapped constantly while they were fucking me. The third time I was on my back, and they lasted for-fucking-ever. It was the middle of the night before the fifth guy shot his third load into me, and when he was done, even after they had emptied their bladders all over me, they didn’t untie me.

They let Peter crawl between my legs to start licking me clean, while Cesar picked up a black case from the bedside table. He unzipped it, and out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw a needle. Were they going to shoot me up with heroin? I was pregnant! But before I could object, he gave me a reassuring nod and squeezed one of my nipples. He pulled it taut, and before I knew what had happened, the needle was cleanly through it. I didn’t even think to cry out in pain until the needle was out, and I made no effort to object when he squeezed the other nipple and ran it through.

“Oww! What the fuck was that?”

Carlos just smiled and slid two silver rings through my new piercings.

“The extra holes make it easier for the milk to come out! Just what a pregnant lady needs.”

Two minutes earlier I wouldn’t have even considered piercing anything but the lone hole in each ear, and now I had nipple rings. I was pissed that they did this without my consent… but I was also excited by it. I felt sexier, sluttier… and the fact that they didn’t ask… it was just like the sex. My body was theirs to do with as they pleased, and I loved that feeling, even as I hated it too.

Cesar dabbed up a little blood and told me by the morning they’d hardly hurt. Then all five guys flicked Peter in the nuts for good luck on their way out the door, and I was left alone with my husband. They hadn’t even untied me.

“Did you put them up to that?” I said, glaring at him.

“No, but they look sexy as hell.”

“Are you at least going to untie me?”

“Only if someone unties me first.”

Fuck. Those fucking assholes. Guess there was no getting up to powder my nose. I let out a stream of warm piss and felt it soak into the mattress and get cold as I drifted off to sleep.

—--

Just like the first time, I awoke to a hot stream of piss hitting my face, and frankly, I would have been disappointed with anything less. I tried to swallow as much as I could as I felt another stream hitting my breasts and another hitting my pussy. Being drenched in piss didn’t stop those guys from sucking my titties as they fucked me. They played with my new rings until my nipples were sore, and couldn’t resist leaving hickeys all over my swollen, pregnant breasts.

I’ll spare you the details of me spending all morning and afternoon being fucked constantly, but I loved every second. Peter and I planned this time and had the car parked around the corner with a fresh change of clothes, but to be honest, it was less fun than having to sneak home half-naked, and we resolved to not drive next time.

Still, on a high from watching me get gang-fucked, Peter told all five guys they could come by our house and fuck me in front of him any time they wanted. But to my surprise, Carlos flatly refused.

“You play by our rules, or not at all. And our rules are gangbangs only. You’re here to get railed all night and all day, get slapped, pissed on, degraded, and used. You either love being treated like a filthy gutter whore, or you stay home. If we want us to take pictures or video, we will, and they’ll end up online, with your real first name, although we won’t use your last. No birth control under any circumstances, and any session where we’re not breeding you, we mark you instead.”

He gently tugged one of my nipple rings.

I looked Peter in the eye as I spoke to Carlos.

“I need to be degraded and used, and I’ll do anything you want as long as you fill me up with your big cocks. When can we do it again?”

Again came in the eighth month of pregnancy, and Carlos told me he had something special planned, but refused to elaborate. We showed up at the motel as usual, Peter still dressed, but me naked and wet with anticipation. The Uber driver was shocked, but he certainly didn’t complain, and we didn’t want to leave ourselves an easy way to get home or get dressed afterward.

To my shock, I wasn’t the only naked woman there. A white woman was tied to the bed in my place. Extremely pale, long red hair, long slender legs wrapped around Cesar, whose cock was buried deep in her flat stomach. She looked like she was about 22.

Carlos put his hand on my ass and led me over to the bed.

“Show Gracie what she’s going to look like in nine months.”

He untied her hand and placed it on my belly.

“Diego and Cesar are just getting you warmed up for me. I’m the one who’s going to make your belly swell.”

The redhead shook her head, even as she gritted her teeth against Cesar’s onslaught.

“I can’t… please…”

Cesar laughed.

“You want me to stop?”

He squeezed one of her little tits.

“N—no. Don’t stop fucking me.”

“Tell him what you need.”

A stern voice came from the back of the room. A serious-looking, well-dressed young black man was calmly watching the proceedings. He had a silver wedding band that matched one on Gracie’s hand. A range of emotions passed over her face before she managed to form words.

“I need… lots of big cocks… fucking me… filling me… I need your cum inside me… I want… I want…” her voice faltered as her body tensed with an orgasm, her ragged cries filling the room.

“I told you,” said her husband with a satisfied smile. “A natural-born slut.”

Whether he was addressing his young bride or the men in the room wasn’t clear.

He saw me staring and casually walked over and ran his hands across my belly and my bare breasts as if we were old lovers, not strangers who met moments ago. Usually, I bristled if a strange man tried to so much as brush my arm, but here, naked, with a rutting couple two feet away, it felt perfectly natural.

“So I see these boys have a satisfied customer,” he said, admiring my huge, round belly.

“Very,” I said.

“I’m surprised to see someone in my place on the bed. I thought I was the one getting gangbanged tonight.”

“Sorry to disappoint. My wife needed to be taught a lesson.”

We both looked over at the bed, where Grace’s pale, slender body tensed as Cesar shot jet after jet of sperm into her womb. He had barely pulled out when Carlos took his place. Her husband adjusted the bulge in his pants with one hand, and absent-mindedly toyed with one of my nipple rings with the other. I was dying to know what their story was.

“What lesson is that?”

“That she’s a slut who loves to fuck and needs cock. That’s who she is when she’s in bed with me, and with the other men I bring home for her, but she pretends to be a little miss proper in public. After she runs a train a few times and enjoys every minute, she won’t be able to pretend to herself that she’s anything but an eager slut. And when she delivers a light-skinned baby, she won’t be able to pretend to anyone else either.”

I thought my past few months had been depraved, but I respected how far these two were taking things.

“You didn’t want to get her pregnant yourself?”

He laughed.

“I put a baby in her on our wedding night. He’s with his grandma. I wonder what she’d say if she could see her ******** right now.”

Grace shot her husband a dirty look, but Carlos slapped her ass and her attention shot back to him. She was skinny as a rail, I couldn’t believe she had already had a baby.

“I fully intend to put another baby in her myself at some point. But maybe another breeding after this one first. I suspect after this weekend, she’ll be begging for another round.”

One of the other men, Gabriel maybe, slapped the husband on the back.

“Don’t worry, Will, we’ll put as many babies into her as you want!”

The two of them laughed, and then Will turned his attention back to me. He looked over at Peter as if only just noticing he was in the room. Keeping eye contact with my husband, he reached between my legs and rubbed my slit. I was so wet he slid two fingers into me with no resistance.

“So what made you decide to let these guys get you pregnant?”

I put my hand over his hand, showing him and my husband I didn’t want him to stop.

“My husband couldn’t get the job done, so we decided I needed a real man. And then once I had some real cocks in me, his little thing couldn’t satisfy me anymore. I guess you could say I learned my lesson quickly. I’m a slut who needs to be fucked by big cocks. I need lots of cum in me, I love being bred like an animal, and to be honest, I kind of like not knowing which one of these guys is the father.”

I rubbed my belly viciously.

“My kind of woman,” Will said warmly.

I suddenly realized his cock was out of his pants, and the head was nudging my pussy. Before I could react, he had slid inside me. Even after him casually groping me, I was still a little shocked that he just started fucking me without asking, and in front of my husband no less. But I was extremely horny from watching his wife getting railed, and his cock stretching out my pregnant pussy was exactly what I needed. I bent over to accommodate him, my huge belly and swollen tits swaying in front of me.

“Hey, man, your wife is a great fuck. Shame your dick can’t get this deep inside her, her pussy feels amazing.”

As he thrust into me in slow, steady strokes, Will casually chatted with my husband, like he was talking about a ballgame. But I could barely breathe, let alone speak, and it wasn’t long before I was cumming all over his cock.

“Man, this slut loves a big dick. She ever cum like this for you?”

“No,” Peter answered quietly. “That’s why I like to watch her fuck other men.”

“Well, I’ll come over and fuck her in front of you any time you want.”

Will wrapped his hands around my swollen belly and started thrusting into me with powerful strokes. I hadn’t completely come down from the orgasm he gave me, and I was on a sexual high as I felt his cock stretching my pussy to its limits. I was screaming incoherently, loud enough to drown out his wife’s moans from the bed next to us.

Finally, Will’s breathing got heavier. “Where do you want my cum, slut?”

“Inside me,” I managed to moan. “Always inside me.”

He thrust a few more times, and then I felt his cock jerk as he unloaded in my pregnant pussy. I lay back on the bed, savoring the river of sperm slowly leaking out of me, dimly aware that Grace was still getting railed right next to me.

“Your wife’s a great fuck,” I heard Will matter-of-factly telling my husband. “Call me when she’s healed up from the baby, so I can start fucking her on the regular.”

“I will,” Peter said, barely able to conceal the excitement in his voice.

“And don’t you dare put her on the pill? I want a shot at knocking her up.”

I moaned out loud at that and felt my pussy spasm around his cock, which was still deep inside me and still hard as steel. Will leaned in and whispered in my ear.

“You like the sound of that, slut?”

I barely managed to whisper a ‘yes.’

“Tell your husband.”

I looked Peter in the eye and, in a clearer voice this time, said, “I’m a slut who loves getting knocked up by strange men.”

Peter kissed me, and said, “I know. I love you so much, honey.”

Will squeezed my ass and gently said, “Good girl,” as he slid his cock out of me. I felt a river of sperm leaking out from between my legs. I was so overwhelmed I could barely stand without his strong hands on my hips. I fell backward onto the bed, right next to where his wife had been getting railed the whole time.

I lay there a long while, listening to her moans, savoring the smell of sex, until the man on top of her grunted and shot another load into her belly. I gave her a minute and then placed her hands on my baby bump. “Here’s what you’re going to look like in eight months, sweetie.”

As if in a trance, she ran her hands over my belly, my full breasts, my belly again, and then felt my pussy where her husband’s sperm was still trickling out.

“All right, fucker, you win.”

It took me a minute to realize this was addressed towards him and not me.

“I give up. I’ll fuck whoever you want me to fuck. I’ll show myself off whenever you want. I’ll even let these assholes knock me up. You were right about me. I want it. No, I need it. I’m a slut who needs lots of cocks, and I don’t care whose as long as they’re big.”

Carlos kneeled on the bed between her legs, cock in hand. “Well, then I’ve got good news for you!”

He slid into her and she moaned.

“Yes! Stretch me out with your big cock! Give me a baby!”

Will just watched his wife with a big, satisfied grin. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was proud of her.

It was a pretty typical evening in the motel room from there on out. We hung out and drank beers while Grace took a steady pounding from every man in the room but her husband (and mine). I sucked a lot of dicks (everyone’s but my husband’s), but the only fucking I got was from Will, who put another load of sperm in my pussy, one all over my face, and one in my ass. I had only ever had Peter’s little thing in my butt, and I thought Will’s monster was going to kill me, but of course, once I adjusted to the pain, I was hooked.

And, as usual, I drank about a gallon of hot piss. Grace wasn’t so eager, although she got pissed all over head to toe, and was left tied up in a bed soaked through with her piss and everyone else’s. Peter and I didn’t stay the night, but we didn’t have to walk home naked this time either. The boys thoughtfully gave me a tiny skirt that left the bottom of my ass cheeks exposed and a tiny t-shirt that barely fit over my boobs. Both were sopping wet (you could completely see my nipples through the shirt) and smelled rank. Cesar told me they had been soaking in piss overnight. I kissed him and told him it was my favorite outfit.

—--

Two weeks later, I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, and unashamedly wrote “father unknown” on the birth certificate, the same day Grace took a test and confirmed she had her own “father unknown” growing inside her. I had an easy birth, and it was only six weeks later that I was ready to start fucking Will. And only six weeks after that that I started fucking my husband! Anal only, I didn’t want him getting me pregnant by accident.

I also decided my pussy was off-limits for my work fuckbuddy Derek, and he much preferred my mouth to my ass. So I gave him frequent blowjobs and fingerbanged me every time we got a minute alone. It was like the pre-virginity high school relationship I never got to have in high school.

But Will ended up being my main lover. True to my word, I never used birth control, and he came into my pussy every night we were together. Usually two or three times. How he found the energy with two babies at home and an insatiable slut for a wife, I’ll never know. But he never lost enthusiasm for fucking me or filling my unprotected pussy with sperm. For a while, the breastfeeding hormones kept me from getting pregnant, but it was only a matter of time before he put a baby in me.

Which was fine, I loved fucking him, and he was a beautiful man who’d give me a beautiful baby. And given how my first one was conceived, my husband couldn’t say shit. But Carlos and his gang kept insisting they wanted to knock me up again. And I kind of wanted that too. Dave didn’t even pretend he was in the running, and he was torn between wanting to see me gangbanged again and wanting me to have two babies with clearly different fathers, but he wanted me pregnant again with another man’s baby one way or another.

Finally, I hit on a compromise. I went back to the motel and got gangbanged, but by Will and some of his friends, all of them black as well. Carlos and them came too, but the rule was, none of his crew fucked my pussy. They could come in my mouth, on my face, on my tits, or in Will’s pregnant wife. Most of them chose that last one. Somehow everyone present ended up pissing on me and not Grace — Will, five of his friends, my five usual gangbangers, my husband, and even Grace herself. I reeked to high heaven by the end of the weekend, but of course, I fucking loved it.

But despite six men fucking load after load of sperm into me, I wasn’t pregnant. My body wasn’t quite ready to have another baby so soon after the first. But the good news was, I got to get gangbanged every month for five months until I was finally caught. And, frankly, two babies in a row would have been a handful anyway.

The second baby caused a stir, as while it wasn’t immediately obvious our first kid wasn’t my husband’s, our second was as dark as me and had very curly hair. But all our friends already knew I was a slut, and I delighted in telling people I was fucking men other than Dave, so it was less of a shock to people than you’d expect. Dave was often humiliated when I told people I needed real men to father my children instead of him, but he also fucking loved it, of course.

Three babies in a row was more than Dave and I could handle, so I took a break from breeding for a while. But I couldn’t stay away from that motel room. After I was healed up from the second baby, I went back to be gangbanged a few times, but those guys were very firm on their rule. If they weren’t going to give me a baby, they were going to mark me however they chose. The first time, they shaved half my head. A few people were shocked, but I kind of liked the look and kept it for a while. The second time, they put three rings in my right labia. It hurt like hell, but what else could I do but come back two months later and get three more on the other side?

By that time, my second child was a year and a half old and I was getting broody. This time, Grace and I got pregnant together, this time with about a dozen white guys. That way there’d be no mistaking that her baby was Will’s, or that mine had the same father as my first two. I didn’t have to worry about anyone thinking the baby was my husband’s. He was such a devoted cuck by that point he eagerly told people it wasn’t his.

That was two years ago. Three kids is plenty from a lot of standpoints — financially, emotionally, how much room we have in the house. But every time I go back to that motel to be gangbanged, I fantasize about being impregnated by those guys one more time. Instead, I’ve stayed on birth control, and let them mark me in even more permanent ways. A ring through my clit. A tattoo over one nipple that says “whore”. One over my pussy that says “cumslut”. One on my ass that says “desperate for cocks.” It’s in a script font, very tasteful.

But I’m running out of spots where a tattoo can be easily hidden. Carlos keeps teasing me that he’s going to either give me a drawing of him fucking me doggy style on my lower back or write “piss drinking slut” across my collarbone. My skin is dark enough that my tats blend in a bit, and I keep wondering if I could get away with either of those.

Grace is so pale, that hers stands out a mile away. She has “Slut” in cursive above her pussy, so big the tops of the letters are visible if she wears a bikini. She’s also got “cock hungry” on her ass, a bare-breasted mermaid on her left arm, a silhouette of a naked woman with devil wings on her left, a tongue stud, and rings in her nipples, bellybutton, clit, and five in each ear. Her hair is down past her boob on one side and shaved to the skin on the other — after Cesar shaved her during one session, she insisted that Will do the same every week. She also has two babies from the motel, her firstborn with her husband, and another from a gangbang with Will’s friends, just like me.

And now she and I have the same dilemma — how to keep going back for more gangbangs, without paying a price that’s too steep. I could probably convince them to shave my head again next time, and then I’ve got a decision to make — tattoos that I could never live down as long as I live. Or one or two more kids with different fathers? I keep teasing Dave I’m going to do both. But I’m not teasing. We both know I’m not going to stop, and we both know he doesn’t want me to. He told me last night I should let them give me the dirtiest tattoo they can come up with next time because then everyone after that will be easier.

He had barely gotten the words out when I texted Carlos. So if two years from now you see a pregnant Indian woman in a slutty outfit, with a shaved head, covered in X-rated tattoos, just know that I got exactly what I wanted.