The Homeless Shelter ch. 19
My little visit with Maxine to the homeless shelter, which she used to own and where I volunteered, was excellent. I found out that of the two owners, Barry and Susan, it was Susan who took care of pretty much all the day-to-day running. At first glance, they seemed like an odd but interesting couple. Barry was well into his sixties, but Susan appeared a lot younger, perhaps late forties, and with her long blonde hair and well-rounded curves, she was quite an attractive lady. Barry was the money behind the venture and oversaw all the finances with the shelter, as well as another hostel the couple owned. He also had his fingers in a lot of other pies around the city, so he was very rarely at the shelter. Maxine and Barry had gotten on with the business of going through the accounts, and Susan had offered to show me around, highlighting the changes they had made since they had taken over.
As Susan and I wandered around, she showed me the new sleeping area they had constructed and equipped, although it was only small. Having just four beds meant that they could provide overnight accommodation for the most desperate of the homeless that attended the shelter, and Susan told me it was usually used when a latecomer turned up, clearly in need of a good bath and a proper bed for the evening. It had proved very useful, and they were planning to expand and ultimately make the sleeping areas the biggest part of the shelter. As she told me this, my mind wandered back to the time when Maxine and I had experienced a similar issue when a young black ex-military veteran called Sam arrived at the shelter late one day, and Maxine had allowed him to spend the evening provided I stayed with him. My insides tingled as I thought back to the amazing night of sex I’d had with that young man.
As Susan continued to show me around, a few of the regular guys I knew from my volunteering days said “hi” to me and asked me if I was coming back. I smiled at them and told them it was a possibility, but I’d have to talk to Susan about it. A couple of minutes later, a couple of guys who I recognized smiled and stopped to talk to me. I could feel my face going a little red as they spoke to me, as the reason I recognized them was the fact that I had sucked both their cocks one afternoon in the sex shop, not far from the shelter, where they allowed cleaned-up homeless guys in on a Thursday afternoon. I particularly recalled one of them, Marvin, as his cock was extremely thick, thankfully not that long, and he had delivered one of the biggest cum loads I’d ever received. As he spoke, my gaze was drawn to his groin, and I could feel my mouth drooling. I just felt like I could have dropped to my knees right there and then and drank down his tasty load.
I had to force myself to stop looking at Marvin’s groin and thinking such lewd thoughts until, thankfully, Susan suddenly suggested we get some refreshments. I gladly and quickly accepted, hoping that Susan hadn’t noticed how red my face had become. Susan grabbed some coffee, and we took a seat in a quiet corner of the dining area and chatted a little more, which was when I broached the subject of once again volunteering at the shelter. I explained about my husband Ted’s new job, that I had the opportunity to retire, and that it was only because of work that I stopped volunteering. Susan smiled at me and told me she would be delighted if I returned, commenting that I seemed like a very popular topic of conversation amongst many of the regular patrons.
Once again, I felt myself blushing, and fortunately, before Susan could say anything further, Maxine and Barry joined us, telling us that Barry was finished with Maxine’s help and he could now finish up alone. Once it was just Maxine, Susan, and me, Maxine broached the issue of us both once again volunteering at the shelter, and Susan told us she’d be delighted to have us on board. So with all things settled, Maxine and I left and headed back to her place for some well-needed lesbian sex after Maxine had fucked me a couple of times. Once, with her big black dildo, she sent me home to give my husband Ted the excellent news. Thankfully, although Ted was pleased, he didn’t seem inclined to have sex, and as my butthole and pussycat were already throbbing from my session with Maxine, I didn’t encourage him.
From then on, things flew by pretty quickly, and before I knew it, I was in my last week of work, looking forward to finishing and getting back to the shelter, where I had agreed to do at least two days a week. Todd, my big black lover from the liquor store, was also delighted to hear of my newfound status as a soon-to-be retired lady and was looking forward to being able to have much more sex with me, especially as I had my husband’s blessing to do so. I was still very keen to increase the amount of pleasure I gave to the homeless guys, although I did still have a sense of guilt about it, and my mind kept trying to figure out a way I could also get Ted’s blessing for that particular mission.
My last day at work was quite eventful. We had drinks in the office; it was late afternoon before everyone went home, and in preparation for the day, I had arranged with Jim, one of the security guard supervisors, who had also fucked me several times, along with his entire shift on occasion, in my office after hours, to help me take my personal possessions out of the office and drive me home, as I knew I’d be drinking. As my husband Ted was away on business, I had stayed the night before at my black lover, Todd’s, apartment, and he had given me a lift to work that morning.
It was well after 6 PM when I finally sat alone in my office, took a last look around, and then began boxing up the last of my personal possessions. Jim came into my office a few minutes later and asked if I was ready. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was certainly prepared to get me home and would be wanting a special kind of payment for his services. I knew I’d give in, but I was a little scared about it, as I had never brought anyone back to my home for sex before. As things turned out, I was in luck, and Jim wouldn’t be making any demands of me later that evening.
I told Jim I was almost ready and that I just had my two desk drawers to clear out. As I did the last one, I took out the tube of anal lube I kept there for certain, unexpected situations. Jim noticed the tube straight away and smiled, as he had a penchant for fucking me anally with his huge black cock. “How about one for the road?” Jim said with a wry grin. My insides throbbed, and my legs almost went weak. Jim hadn’t fucked me for several weeks, and I had kind of missed how that huge man used me like a slut, fucking me on my desk and making me suck his cock on my knees whilst in my place of work, making me risk all sorts. Now that I was leaving, would it still be as exhilarating? I wondered.
Like the slut I had become, I literally dropped to my knees without speaking, reached out my hands, and freed Jim’s huge, semi-hard cock from his pants and underwear. I looked up at him as I began to stroke it, feeling it throbbing and growing in my hand. Jim just looked down at me for a few seconds, smiling, and then said, “Come on, you dirty married slut. Get your lips around my big black cock.” I didn’t even hesitate as I took the big head of Jim’s cock into my mouth and was practically drooling as I began to greedily suck on it. Jim let out a few moans before he suddenly said, "Hey, you little slut. You want a real well send-off.” I briefly stopped sucking on Jim’s cock and looked up at him. I kind of knew what was in store but didn’t dare ask. I just nodded my head and began sucking on his cock again. Seconds later, I heard Jim’s voice. I guessed, speaking into his radio, “Hey boys. We’re on. The little slut wants it.”
My mind was now racing as I wondered who would be joining Jim. I’d let a few of his colleagues fuck me before, but I knew that Jim wasn’t working his normal shift as he had arranged to come in today, especially to help me pack and move my possessions. I didn’t have to wait too long, as less than five minutes later, my office door opened, and in walked two black male security staff who I recognized but didn’t know. Both guys whistled a sign of appreciation at the sight of me on my knees, sucking Jim’s huge cock, and then walked up to me, standing on either side of Jim. They immediately freed their cocks and began stroking them before pushing their hips forward, encouraging me to start sucking their cocks too.
I took turns sucking on all three big black cocks for about five or ten minutes, savoring all the sweet pre-cum that was dripping from the tips, making my taste buds tingle and my pussy throb. Eventually, the three guys pulled back, and Jim pulled me to my feet. Then all three of them had their hands on me, pulling at my clothing and squeezing my breasts through the material of my dress. One of the guys moved behind me, and his hands gripped the hem of my dress before he started to lift it up my body and finally over my head. I stood there in my bra and pants before three big black men, two of whom I didn’t even know the names of, something that excited me.
I stared at Jim as I unclasped my bra, letting it fall to the floor and exposing my fleshy D-cup breasts. While I did this, there were a set of hands on my pants, pulling them down to my ankles. I stepped out of them, and, still staring at Jim, I lay back on top of my desk, spreading my legs and smiling, awaiting my fate. I didn’t wait long. Within seconds, one of the guys, whose name I didn’t know, was rubbing his hard cock against my pussycat. I could hear and feel my juices flowing as he slid his cock up and down between my lips, opening them until he was at the entrance to my love hole. He paused, teasing me, then spoke. “You want a fucking hard lady?” he asked me.
The way he spoke was so demeaning, yes, so arousing, and my insides churned with excitement. I looked up at him. “Yessss! Yesssss! Fuck me hard. Treat me like a slut!” I pleaded. Almost before I’d finished answering him, he rammed his big cock into me, spearing my cervix. He fucked me hard and fast, his hips slamming against the insides of my thighs. As he fucked me, Jim and the other guy moved to either side of my desk, squeezing and sucking on my breasts. My pussycat was throbbing and my nipples were tingling with attention, and sexual energy was flowing through my whole body.
The guy continued to fuck me hard, building up his pace. My pussycat felt like it was on fire. I could feel my pre-orgasmic tremors beginning to rumble through me, and I begged him to go faster and harder. I felt like a slut, and I loved it. I raised my hips a little, trying to increase the pressure on my clitoral area as the guy plowed me with his big, hard cock, stretching my throbbing pussycat. He leaned forward a little, and I heard him beginning to pant, breathing deeply and quickly. His thrusts got harder, almost savage. I gripped his shoulders, my fingers digging into his muscular flesh. He grunted several times, then let out a roar as he slammed his cock into me. I felt him release his hot cum inside me, strong sorts of it splashing my vaginal walls. I was being seeded by a man whose name I didn’t even know and whom I’d never really met. That thought excited me and made me ashamed all at the same time.
As I lay there, wondering what I had become, the guy pulled his cock from me. I watched him as he grabbed my pants and wiped his dripping cock on them before he zipped up, gave a high-five to Jim, and walked away. He had hardly walked through the door before I felt another cock probing my pussycat. I looked up and saw it was the second guy, whose name I also didn’t know. He didn’t pause or waste time with pleasantries; he rammed his cock home to the hilt. He was a little bigger than the first guy, and it hurt, but in a nice way. He was quickly pumping his big cock into me, making me gasp and groan with each thrust. I wondered how long he would last as the first guy hadn’t lasted too long, and more importantly, whether he would last long enough for me to cum.
A few minutes later, the pre-orgasmic tremors started again deep inside me, and I could tell that the guy was going to last the distance as he was still plowing my pussycat with hard, deep, and fairly slow thrusts. The fire in my pussycat returned, and once again I arched my back, increasing the pressure on my clitoral area as he rammed his big cock into me. “Oooooooooh god! Fuck! You’re gonna make me cum. Fuck me harder and faster. Pleeeeaaaassssee! Do it to me!” I pleaded as I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him into me deeper.
It worked! The boy began to ram his big cock into me harder, and he increased his pace, also thrusting deeper, each thrust accompanied by a shriek of “Yes!” from me. I was so aroused and focused on my current anonymous lover that I didn’t even notice two more security staff wandering into my office until they appeared at either side of my desk and began to suck on my tingling, bullet-hard nipples. As they sucked away, I looked down at the top of two shaved blackheads, and I knew I’d never even seen either of those guys around the building. The fact that I was going to be fucked by two guys I didn’t know pushed my arousal over the edge. My orgasm thundered through my body, my pussy clamping hard on the cock of a guy fucking me, and I vaguely heard him grunt before he began pumping his seed into my throbbing pussy.
As my orgasm ebbed away, I opened my eyes and saw the guy who had just pumped his seed into me wiping his cock on my already soiled pants before he too zipped up and left the room. I was expecting one of the two new arrivals to take his place; however, Jim grabbed my arms and lifted me off my desk, roughly pushing me down and growling at me, “Get on your fucking hands and knees.” I immediately obeyed, and as soon as I was on all fours, I felt another cock probing at the entrance to my well-lubed-up pussycat. I could feel a mixture of cumin and my own juices running down the insides of my thighs. A few more prods, and then he was inside me, gripping my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, and pumping his big cock into me. I hadn’t seen it, but it felt just as big as the guy who had just taken me.
The guy fucked me hard and quite brutally, his hips slamming against my buttocks so hard that they were already starting to sting and feel bruised. He seemed to go on for ages, but in reality, I don’t think it was actually that long. He was clearly on a mission, and that mission was to fuck a married slut and empty his load into her already well-seeded pussy. A few minutes later, his mission was achieved, and I felt his hot cum filling my pussycat. While I took no real physical sexual arousal from him fucking me, mentally, it drove me crazy. I seemed to love being treated like a slut; after all, that is what I had become over the last year, and the harder I was fucked, the more I liked it.
After he had cum in my pussycat, the guy pulled out, and seconds later I could feel another cock entering me. Despite the fact that my pussycat was soaked with my own juices and it was full of cum, it hurt as he entered me. He must have been huge, as my pussycat was being stretched much more than with the first three guys. I gasped and grimaced, my eyes crunching shut as he forced his cock inside me. I felt a hand on my head and opened my eyes. There was the guy who had just fucked me kneeling in front of me. I expected him to, as the others had done, wipe his cock on my soiled pants. I was wrong. He forced it into my mouth and made me suck him clean.
Even though his cock was now soft, it felt amazing in my mouth as I sucked on it, all sticky and dripping with my own juice and the cum of three men. My taste buds almost sparked as my tongue lapped away, swirling around the head of his cock, savoring every drop. As I finished cleaning him, I felt my pussy tightening around the huge cock pounding me from behind, even harder than the previous guy had done. A hand grabbed my hair and pulled my head backward. As I looked up, I watched the guy whose cock I had just cleaned stand up, zip up, and walk out of my office. My pussycat was on fire, and I could feel tremors surging through my body as my orgasm began to build.
Jim kneeled before me; his cock was semi-hard but still huge. He asked me if I was enjoying my last day at work. "Oh, fuck yes!” I gasped.
“Do you want him to fuck you harder with his big black cock?” He asked me.
“Oh Yes! I do! I want it harder. Fuck me harder!” I shrieked. Almost as soon as I’d spoken, the guy fucking me rammed his cock into me so hard it made me let out a gasp of pain, my mouth opening wide, and almost before I’d finished gasping, my mouth was filled by Jim’s big, semi-hard cock. For the next few minutes, Jim and the guy, whose name I didn’t know, spit-roasted me roughly, both ramming their big cocks into me. Jim was forcing his cock so far down my throat that I could barely breathe, and I could feel saliva dripping off my chin.
The pounding the two guys were giving me got even harder and slightly rougher. The guy fucking me was pulling my hair and slapping my buttocks, and Jim kept reaching down and pinching my nipples as he fucked my mouth. The tremors within me became more intense, like bolts of electricity surging through my body. I started to feel dizzy, and shortness of breath made me light-headed. I vaguely remembered the guy fucking me with his huge cock grunting, and I could feel his hot cum spurting into me seconds before my orgasm exploded, rocking me to the core. When my head cleared, I was slumped on the floor, my body shaking, my pussycat throbbing, and dripping cum. I looked up and saw the guy who had just fucked me wiping his cock on my used pants. When he finished, he dropped them on the floor beside me and zipped up before leaving my office.
I could smell my pants lying next to me, a mixture of cumin and my own juice. The smell aroused me, and I knew if I were at home alone, I’d have probably used them to help get myself off as I masturbated. My thoughts were interrupted by Jim asking me if I was okay. As I told him I was, he was helping me to my feet. Once I was standing, he pulled me close to him, and I felt his rock-hard cock prodding against my tummy. Jim smiled and said, “Good! I haven’t finished with you yet. I think we need to empty that tube of lube.” As Jim leaned to one side and picked up the tube of anal lube I had retrieved from my desk drawer while packing, my heart thumped.
Jim had fucked me anally several times. He loved it, and so did I. I still recall the first time he fucked me anally and how hard I came. Despite my exhaustion, at the fucking I’d just received, I couldn’t wait to feel Jim penetrate my anus with his huge black rod, and I quickly smiled at him before I turned around and voluntarily bent over my desk, offering my butthole to my big black lover. I flinched as I felt the cool lube being drizzled on my butthole, then as Jim’s big fingers began to probe deep into my anal passage, working the lube in and opening me up. I spread my arms and tried to relax as I said, "Please, Jim. Make it hurt. It might be the last time.”
A few seconds later, I felt Jim pressing the head of his huge cock against my lubed-up butthole, and my insides already felt like a thousand butterflies were fluttering around inside me. Such was my excitement. Jim pressed a little harder, and I felt my sphincter beginning to give way to the huge invader. “Ooooooooooooooooohhhhhhh! Fuuuuuuckkkkk! Yeesssssss!” I groaned as my resistance was overcome, and Jim slid the full length of his big, thick rod into my anal passage. I panted rapidly as my body got used to having the invading cock deep inside me, and when my body began to relax again, Jim began to slowly fuck me.
Jim fucked me slowly at first, his big black rod spearing my bowels, feeling like it was going to break through my flesh and poke through my tummy. As soon as he started, bolts of sexual electricity shot up and down my spine and radiated through my whole body. “Oooooh! Fuck yessss! Harder Jim! Fuck me hard, you bastard!” I shrieked. Jim gripped my hips and began to speed up. His thrusts, harder and faster, stretched my anal passage and throbbed around his rock-hard shaft. I felt like I was in sexual heaven; my whole body tingled, and I planted my hands on my desk, pushing backward each time Jim thrust into me and begging him to fill me with his cum. Jim fucked me for another few minutes before he suddenly grabbed my hair, pulling it hard and making my back arch. I shrieked in pain. Jim grunted and thrust deep, spurting his cum into me, and my orgasm exploded.
As my orgasm shuddered through me, Jim kept his huge cock buried deep inside me. pumping hot spurts of cum into my bowels. We remained locked together, one shuddering mass, for what felt like ages, until finally my orgasmic waves began to ebb away and my body gave up, slumping limply on my desk. Jim pulled his cock out of me and then wiped himself clean on my cum-soaked pants before giving them back to me. I got dressed and tidied up my hair as best I could before Jim helped me out to his car with my possessions. Jim drove me home in almost silence, as I felt too weak to talk. When we got to my house, he helped me inside with my possessions and told me he hoped he would see me again and that all I had to do was call him and he would arrange something for me.
I thanked him and gave him a hug. I could feel his cock throbbing inside his pants. “I had full intentions of fucking you in your home, but I know you would be too sore now, so I’ll leave you alone until next time you want a good fucking.” Jim said.
He was right; my pussycat and anus were stinging and throbbing, and my insides felt bruised. I was glad my husband Ted was away and I’d have time to recover alone. “Thank you, Jim!” I said. I walked him to the door, gave him one more hug, then dropped to my knees before looking up at him. “My mouth isn’t sore!” I said with a smile.
As Susan and I wandered around, she showed me the new sleeping area they had constructed and equipped, although it was only small. Having just four beds meant that they could provide overnight accommodation for the most desperate of the homeless that attended the shelter, and Susan told me it was usually used when a latecomer turned up, clearly in need of a good bath and a proper bed for the evening. It had proved very useful, and they were planning to expand and ultimately make the sleeping areas the biggest part of the shelter. As she told me this, my mind wandered back to the time when Maxine and I had experienced a similar issue when a young black ex-military veteran called Sam arrived at the shelter late one day, and Maxine had allowed him to spend the evening provided I stayed with him. My insides tingled as I thought back to the amazing night of sex I’d had with that young man.
As Susan continued to show me around, a few of the regular guys I knew from my volunteering days said “hi” to me and asked me if I was coming back. I smiled at them and told them it was a possibility, but I’d have to talk to Susan about it. A couple of minutes later, a couple of guys who I recognized smiled and stopped to talk to me. I could feel my face going a little red as they spoke to me, as the reason I recognized them was the fact that I had sucked both their cocks one afternoon in the sex shop, not far from the shelter, where they allowed cleaned-up homeless guys in on a Thursday afternoon. I particularly recalled one of them, Marvin, as his cock was extremely thick, thankfully not that long, and he had delivered one of the biggest cum loads I’d ever received. As he spoke, my gaze was drawn to his groin, and I could feel my mouth drooling. I just felt like I could have dropped to my knees right there and then and drank down his tasty load.
I had to force myself to stop looking at Marvin’s groin and thinking such lewd thoughts until, thankfully, Susan suddenly suggested we get some refreshments. I gladly and quickly accepted, hoping that Susan hadn’t noticed how red my face had become. Susan grabbed some coffee, and we took a seat in a quiet corner of the dining area and chatted a little more, which was when I broached the subject of once again volunteering at the shelter. I explained about my husband Ted’s new job, that I had the opportunity to retire, and that it was only because of work that I stopped volunteering. Susan smiled at me and told me she would be delighted if I returned, commenting that I seemed like a very popular topic of conversation amongst many of the regular patrons.
Once again, I felt myself blushing, and fortunately, before Susan could say anything further, Maxine and Barry joined us, telling us that Barry was finished with Maxine’s help and he could now finish up alone. Once it was just Maxine, Susan, and me, Maxine broached the issue of us both once again volunteering at the shelter, and Susan told us she’d be delighted to have us on board. So with all things settled, Maxine and I left and headed back to her place for some well-needed lesbian sex after Maxine had fucked me a couple of times. Once, with her big black dildo, she sent me home to give my husband Ted the excellent news. Thankfully, although Ted was pleased, he didn’t seem inclined to have sex, and as my butthole and pussycat were already throbbing from my session with Maxine, I didn’t encourage him.
From then on, things flew by pretty quickly, and before I knew it, I was in my last week of work, looking forward to finishing and getting back to the shelter, where I had agreed to do at least two days a week. Todd, my big black lover from the liquor store, was also delighted to hear of my newfound status as a soon-to-be retired lady and was looking forward to being able to have much more sex with me, especially as I had my husband’s blessing to do so. I was still very keen to increase the amount of pleasure I gave to the homeless guys, although I did still have a sense of guilt about it, and my mind kept trying to figure out a way I could also get Ted’s blessing for that particular mission.
My last day at work was quite eventful. We had drinks in the office; it was late afternoon before everyone went home, and in preparation for the day, I had arranged with Jim, one of the security guard supervisors, who had also fucked me several times, along with his entire shift on occasion, in my office after hours, to help me take my personal possessions out of the office and drive me home, as I knew I’d be drinking. As my husband Ted was away on business, I had stayed the night before at my black lover, Todd’s, apartment, and he had given me a lift to work that morning.
It was well after 6 PM when I finally sat alone in my office, took a last look around, and then began boxing up the last of my personal possessions. Jim came into my office a few minutes later and asked if I was ready. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was certainly prepared to get me home and would be wanting a special kind of payment for his services. I knew I’d give in, but I was a little scared about it, as I had never brought anyone back to my home for sex before. As things turned out, I was in luck, and Jim wouldn’t be making any demands of me later that evening.
I told Jim I was almost ready and that I just had my two desk drawers to clear out. As I did the last one, I took out the tube of anal lube I kept there for certain, unexpected situations. Jim noticed the tube straight away and smiled, as he had a penchant for fucking me anally with his huge black cock. “How about one for the road?” Jim said with a wry grin. My insides throbbed, and my legs almost went weak. Jim hadn’t fucked me for several weeks, and I had kind of missed how that huge man used me like a slut, fucking me on my desk and making me suck his cock on my knees whilst in my place of work, making me risk all sorts. Now that I was leaving, would it still be as exhilarating? I wondered.
Like the slut I had become, I literally dropped to my knees without speaking, reached out my hands, and freed Jim’s huge, semi-hard cock from his pants and underwear. I looked up at him as I began to stroke it, feeling it throbbing and growing in my hand. Jim just looked down at me for a few seconds, smiling, and then said, “Come on, you dirty married slut. Get your lips around my big black cock.” I didn’t even hesitate as I took the big head of Jim’s cock into my mouth and was practically drooling as I began to greedily suck on it. Jim let out a few moans before he suddenly said, "Hey, you little slut. You want a real well send-off.” I briefly stopped sucking on Jim’s cock and looked up at him. I kind of knew what was in store but didn’t dare ask. I just nodded my head and began sucking on his cock again. Seconds later, I heard Jim’s voice. I guessed, speaking into his radio, “Hey boys. We’re on. The little slut wants it.”
My mind was now racing as I wondered who would be joining Jim. I’d let a few of his colleagues fuck me before, but I knew that Jim wasn’t working his normal shift as he had arranged to come in today, especially to help me pack and move my possessions. I didn’t have to wait too long, as less than five minutes later, my office door opened, and in walked two black male security staff who I recognized but didn’t know. Both guys whistled a sign of appreciation at the sight of me on my knees, sucking Jim’s huge cock, and then walked up to me, standing on either side of Jim. They immediately freed their cocks and began stroking them before pushing their hips forward, encouraging me to start sucking their cocks too.
I took turns sucking on all three big black cocks for about five or ten minutes, savoring all the sweet pre-cum that was dripping from the tips, making my taste buds tingle and my pussy throb. Eventually, the three guys pulled back, and Jim pulled me to my feet. Then all three of them had their hands on me, pulling at my clothing and squeezing my breasts through the material of my dress. One of the guys moved behind me, and his hands gripped the hem of my dress before he started to lift it up my body and finally over my head. I stood there in my bra and pants before three big black men, two of whom I didn’t even know the names of, something that excited me.
I stared at Jim as I unclasped my bra, letting it fall to the floor and exposing my fleshy D-cup breasts. While I did this, there were a set of hands on my pants, pulling them down to my ankles. I stepped out of them, and, still staring at Jim, I lay back on top of my desk, spreading my legs and smiling, awaiting my fate. I didn’t wait long. Within seconds, one of the guys, whose name I didn’t know, was rubbing his hard cock against my pussycat. I could hear and feel my juices flowing as he slid his cock up and down between my lips, opening them until he was at the entrance to my love hole. He paused, teasing me, then spoke. “You want a fucking hard lady?” he asked me.
The way he spoke was so demeaning, yes, so arousing, and my insides churned with excitement. I looked up at him. “Yessss! Yesssss! Fuck me hard. Treat me like a slut!” I pleaded. Almost before I’d finished answering him, he rammed his big cock into me, spearing my cervix. He fucked me hard and fast, his hips slamming against the insides of my thighs. As he fucked me, Jim and the other guy moved to either side of my desk, squeezing and sucking on my breasts. My pussycat was throbbing and my nipples were tingling with attention, and sexual energy was flowing through my whole body.
The guy continued to fuck me hard, building up his pace. My pussycat felt like it was on fire. I could feel my pre-orgasmic tremors beginning to rumble through me, and I begged him to go faster and harder. I felt like a slut, and I loved it. I raised my hips a little, trying to increase the pressure on my clitoral area as the guy plowed me with his big, hard cock, stretching my throbbing pussycat. He leaned forward a little, and I heard him beginning to pant, breathing deeply and quickly. His thrusts got harder, almost savage. I gripped his shoulders, my fingers digging into his muscular flesh. He grunted several times, then let out a roar as he slammed his cock into me. I felt him release his hot cum inside me, strong sorts of it splashing my vaginal walls. I was being seeded by a man whose name I didn’t even know and whom I’d never really met. That thought excited me and made me ashamed all at the same time.
As I lay there, wondering what I had become, the guy pulled his cock from me. I watched him as he grabbed my pants and wiped his dripping cock on them before he zipped up, gave a high-five to Jim, and walked away. He had hardly walked through the door before I felt another cock probing my pussycat. I looked up and saw it was the second guy, whose name I also didn’t know. He didn’t pause or waste time with pleasantries; he rammed his cock home to the hilt. He was a little bigger than the first guy, and it hurt, but in a nice way. He was quickly pumping his big cock into me, making me gasp and groan with each thrust. I wondered how long he would last as the first guy hadn’t lasted too long, and more importantly, whether he would last long enough for me to cum.
A few minutes later, the pre-orgasmic tremors started again deep inside me, and I could tell that the guy was going to last the distance as he was still plowing my pussycat with hard, deep, and fairly slow thrusts. The fire in my pussycat returned, and once again I arched my back, increasing the pressure on my clitoral area as he rammed his big cock into me. “Oooooooooh god! Fuck! You’re gonna make me cum. Fuck me harder and faster. Pleeeeaaaassssee! Do it to me!” I pleaded as I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him into me deeper.
It worked! The boy began to ram his big cock into me harder, and he increased his pace, also thrusting deeper, each thrust accompanied by a shriek of “Yes!” from me. I was so aroused and focused on my current anonymous lover that I didn’t even notice two more security staff wandering into my office until they appeared at either side of my desk and began to suck on my tingling, bullet-hard nipples. As they sucked away, I looked down at the top of two shaved blackheads, and I knew I’d never even seen either of those guys around the building. The fact that I was going to be fucked by two guys I didn’t know pushed my arousal over the edge. My orgasm thundered through my body, my pussy clamping hard on the cock of a guy fucking me, and I vaguely heard him grunt before he began pumping his seed into my throbbing pussy.
As my orgasm ebbed away, I opened my eyes and saw the guy who had just pumped his seed into me wiping his cock on my already soiled pants before he too zipped up and left the room. I was expecting one of the two new arrivals to take his place; however, Jim grabbed my arms and lifted me off my desk, roughly pushing me down and growling at me, “Get on your fucking hands and knees.” I immediately obeyed, and as soon as I was on all fours, I felt another cock probing at the entrance to my well-lubed-up pussycat. I could feel a mixture of cumin and my own juices running down the insides of my thighs. A few more prods, and then he was inside me, gripping my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, and pumping his big cock into me. I hadn’t seen it, but it felt just as big as the guy who had just taken me.
The guy fucked me hard and quite brutally, his hips slamming against my buttocks so hard that they were already starting to sting and feel bruised. He seemed to go on for ages, but in reality, I don’t think it was actually that long. He was clearly on a mission, and that mission was to fuck a married slut and empty his load into her already well-seeded pussy. A few minutes later, his mission was achieved, and I felt his hot cum filling my pussycat. While I took no real physical sexual arousal from him fucking me, mentally, it drove me crazy. I seemed to love being treated like a slut; after all, that is what I had become over the last year, and the harder I was fucked, the more I liked it.
After he had cum in my pussycat, the guy pulled out, and seconds later I could feel another cock entering me. Despite the fact that my pussycat was soaked with my own juices and it was full of cum, it hurt as he entered me. He must have been huge, as my pussycat was being stretched much more than with the first three guys. I gasped and grimaced, my eyes crunching shut as he forced his cock inside me. I felt a hand on my head and opened my eyes. There was the guy who had just fucked me kneeling in front of me. I expected him to, as the others had done, wipe his cock on my soiled pants. I was wrong. He forced it into my mouth and made me suck him clean.
Even though his cock was now soft, it felt amazing in my mouth as I sucked on it, all sticky and dripping with my own juice and the cum of three men. My taste buds almost sparked as my tongue lapped away, swirling around the head of his cock, savoring every drop. As I finished cleaning him, I felt my pussy tightening around the huge cock pounding me from behind, even harder than the previous guy had done. A hand grabbed my hair and pulled my head backward. As I looked up, I watched the guy whose cock I had just cleaned stand up, zip up, and walk out of my office. My pussycat was on fire, and I could feel tremors surging through my body as my orgasm began to build.
Jim kneeled before me; his cock was semi-hard but still huge. He asked me if I was enjoying my last day at work. "Oh, fuck yes!” I gasped.
“Do you want him to fuck you harder with his big black cock?” He asked me.
“Oh Yes! I do! I want it harder. Fuck me harder!” I shrieked. Almost as soon as I’d spoken, the guy fucking me rammed his cock into me so hard it made me let out a gasp of pain, my mouth opening wide, and almost before I’d finished gasping, my mouth was filled by Jim’s big, semi-hard cock. For the next few minutes, Jim and the guy, whose name I didn’t know, spit-roasted me roughly, both ramming their big cocks into me. Jim was forcing his cock so far down my throat that I could barely breathe, and I could feel saliva dripping off my chin.
The pounding the two guys were giving me got even harder and slightly rougher. The guy fucking me was pulling my hair and slapping my buttocks, and Jim kept reaching down and pinching my nipples as he fucked my mouth. The tremors within me became more intense, like bolts of electricity surging through my body. I started to feel dizzy, and shortness of breath made me light-headed. I vaguely remembered the guy fucking me with his huge cock grunting, and I could feel his hot cum spurting into me seconds before my orgasm exploded, rocking me to the core. When my head cleared, I was slumped on the floor, my body shaking, my pussycat throbbing, and dripping cum. I looked up and saw the guy who had just fucked me wiping his cock on my used pants. When he finished, he dropped them on the floor beside me and zipped up before leaving my office.
I could smell my pants lying next to me, a mixture of cumin and my own juice. The smell aroused me, and I knew if I were at home alone, I’d have probably used them to help get myself off as I masturbated. My thoughts were interrupted by Jim asking me if I was okay. As I told him I was, he was helping me to my feet. Once I was standing, he pulled me close to him, and I felt his rock-hard cock prodding against my tummy. Jim smiled and said, “Good! I haven’t finished with you yet. I think we need to empty that tube of lube.” As Jim leaned to one side and picked up the tube of anal lube I had retrieved from my desk drawer while packing, my heart thumped.
Jim had fucked me anally several times. He loved it, and so did I. I still recall the first time he fucked me anally and how hard I came. Despite my exhaustion, at the fucking I’d just received, I couldn’t wait to feel Jim penetrate my anus with his huge black rod, and I quickly smiled at him before I turned around and voluntarily bent over my desk, offering my butthole to my big black lover. I flinched as I felt the cool lube being drizzled on my butthole, then as Jim’s big fingers began to probe deep into my anal passage, working the lube in and opening me up. I spread my arms and tried to relax as I said, "Please, Jim. Make it hurt. It might be the last time.”
A few seconds later, I felt Jim pressing the head of his huge cock against my lubed-up butthole, and my insides already felt like a thousand butterflies were fluttering around inside me. Such was my excitement. Jim pressed a little harder, and I felt my sphincter beginning to give way to the huge invader. “Ooooooooooooooooohhhhhhh! Fuuuuuuckkkkk! Yeesssssss!” I groaned as my resistance was overcome, and Jim slid the full length of his big, thick rod into my anal passage. I panted rapidly as my body got used to having the invading cock deep inside me, and when my body began to relax again, Jim began to slowly fuck me.
Jim fucked me slowly at first, his big black rod spearing my bowels, feeling like it was going to break through my flesh and poke through my tummy. As soon as he started, bolts of sexual electricity shot up and down my spine and radiated through my whole body. “Oooooh! Fuck yessss! Harder Jim! Fuck me hard, you bastard!” I shrieked. Jim gripped my hips and began to speed up. His thrusts, harder and faster, stretched my anal passage and throbbed around his rock-hard shaft. I felt like I was in sexual heaven; my whole body tingled, and I planted my hands on my desk, pushing backward each time Jim thrust into me and begging him to fill me with his cum. Jim fucked me for another few minutes before he suddenly grabbed my hair, pulling it hard and making my back arch. I shrieked in pain. Jim grunted and thrust deep, spurting his cum into me, and my orgasm exploded.
As my orgasm shuddered through me, Jim kept his huge cock buried deep inside me. pumping hot spurts of cum into my bowels. We remained locked together, one shuddering mass, for what felt like ages, until finally my orgasmic waves began to ebb away and my body gave up, slumping limply on my desk. Jim pulled his cock out of me and then wiped himself clean on my cum-soaked pants before giving them back to me. I got dressed and tidied up my hair as best I could before Jim helped me out to his car with my possessions. Jim drove me home in almost silence, as I felt too weak to talk. When we got to my house, he helped me inside with my possessions and told me he hoped he would see me again and that all I had to do was call him and he would arrange something for me.
I thanked him and gave him a hug. I could feel his cock throbbing inside his pants. “I had full intentions of fucking you in your home, but I know you would be too sore now, so I’ll leave you alone until next time you want a good fucking.” Jim said.
He was right; my pussycat and anus were stinging and throbbing, and my insides felt bruised. I was glad my husband Ted was away and I’d have time to recover alone. “Thank you, Jim!” I said. I walked him to the door, gave him one more hug, then dropped to my knees before looking up at him. “My mouth isn’t sore!” I said with a smile.
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