A WHORE

This cock is fucking amazing. Even with him yanking on my hair and it splitting me in two, I feel nothing but pleasure. His cock has successfully shaped my pussy, and it is giving me the best pleasure of my life. I can feel my body responding to every vein on his cock, and I can feel myself wetting every massive inch of it. My pussy is practically drooling over his cock. Being lost in the sensation of his cock jamming itself into my womb, I moan out loud. Without me knowing, my world quickly shrunk to only include two objects, his massive... wonderful cock, and my sluty ... dripping cunt. “Oh fuck... so good, oh master, I know now that I’ll never be able to forget this.”

I hear him groan. “Do you think I want you to forget about this. I am forever going to shape your pussy for me and only me.”

I Screamed Back, “YOUR A REAL MAN. Do it! SHAPE ME FOREVER FOR YOU!” As I scream in an orgasm, I feel his cock flooding my pussy with cum. He even though he is cumming, his cock maintains his massive size and doesn’t stop fucking me. Not only does he fuck me threw that cum, but he fucks me through the next 4 also. By his fifth cum, my pussy is overflowing, and no more will fit inside, so he pulls out and squirts it all over my back. Even though that was his fifth cum, he somehow manages to coak my ass, back and still git some in my hair. As we both come down from our high, I remember that there is actually a third person in the room. In shame, I instantly look up towards my husband. His face is locked in a look of pure shock and horror, with one glub of master’s cum dripping down his mouth and another one dripping off his chin. “Ah, honey, you have a little bit right there” I point to the cum that is dripping towards his mouth.

There is a moment of pause as the cum drips closer to his mouth. Right before it hits his lips, my husband says, “oh yeah.” and quickly wipes it off with his shirt, leaving a sizeable wet stain at the base of his shirt. After his eyes move away from the wet spot, they trace every drop of cum on the outside of my body. Even though my back and ass are coated with an inch thick of cum, I can attest that at least four times as much of the black man’s spunk is inside of me. In the silence, I can feel it dripping down my thighs. I can feel his cum inside me, slushing around, performing its intended biological purpose.

Feeling as though both men are waiting for me to tell them what is happening next, I say, “I feel like its time to go.” I then role off the table, only to be surprised at the feeling of my silk panties sliding down my legs. In the fucking ‘Master’ must have stretched the straps, and there is no way they are going to stay on my body now. My silk panties softly hit the floor, leaving me standing before both men with my bra wrapped around my hips, and cum dripping from my hair, back, ass, and cunt. As master’s cum drip down my back, it pools on my bra-strap around my waist, soaking it entirely through.

I full-heartedly know who I was, who I am now, and what I have become. Before today the idea of strange men staring at my naked body would have sent me running mortified, but today and maybe for the future, it doesn’t bother me one pit. in fact, I get a tingle of enjoyment from it now. However, the feeling of a wet cum soaked strapped on my back does bother me, so I quickly reached back and unhooked my bra and let it fall on top of my ruined panties. There I stood in front of them all, without any clothing. I then silently took my husband’s hand, and we left. I drove home that night entirely naked, cum filled, and more confident than I have ever been in my life.

Over the next month, I had a burning between my legs that would not go away. Not a painful one, but more of a burning to have sexual urges satisfied. I was open to my husband about this frustration, so we started having sex every day, sometimes twice a day. To him, I still felt amazingly tight, but to me, he would always finish WAY TO FAST, and he felt like a needle inside an Olympic size pool. As a result, I spent that month constantly unsatisfied. After seeing two-plus signs on the pregnancy test, I could not take it anymore.