A Walk in the Park

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the ray of tropical sunlight shining on my face. The second thing I noticed was the large, comfortable, but unfamiliar bed I was lying on. The third thing I noticed was the very familiar sensation of a slut’s mouth on my morning wood.

Shaking off the last vestiges of sleep, I looked around. I was in an opulent hotel penthouse, in an Alaskan king-sized bed, almost twice as big as the normal size. All that extra space was necessary because of the bed’s other occupants. To my left were a massive pair of tits, attached to a beautiful Latina whore, who was still sleeping. To my right was a mop of bright-red hair, belonging to a girl slumbering face-down on the pillow, who’s ass was producing a noticeable bump under the duvet. The other bump under the cover was bobbing up and down. I threw back the duvet to reveal the sexy blonde who was giving me the satisfactory blowjob. As I sat up, I noticed another slut on each side of the two girls next to me, both sleeping as well. And at the foot of the bed, three more bitches were curled up on the floor.

I laughed as the memories of the last night came back to me. How I had fucked my way through maybe a quarter of the girls at the club, before taking a bunch with me for an orgy at the nearest hotel. I had fucked so many girls last night that I had brought in an assistant with more buttplugs, who also helped me collect the panties and take pictures of my conquests.

I looked around, seeing that each of the girls did indeed have the silver plug stuffed up their asses, most of which were also overflowing with dried cum. But, no… I thought I had only brought back seven girls. It was then that I noticed the slutty maid uniform of the girl blowing me, and remembered selecting the morning-blowjob option with the hotel clerk.

I got up and out of the bed, forcing the maid to awkwardly shuffle with me while her lips remained around my cock. I paid no mind to the girls who were starting to wake up, instead heading to the bathroom to brush my teeth, even as the fellatio continued.

After finishing my morning routine and blowing my load all over the maid, I added insult to injury by taking my morning piss on her cum-soaked uniform. When I stepped back into the room, putting on my clothes from last night, most of the girls were awake. Several clamored around me, begging me to take them with me or fuck them right at that moment, but I waved them off. They would just have to remember me by their tattoos, and the many children they would soon be giving birth to. I surveyed the room, making sure I hadn’t forgotten them. It really was a mess, covered in cum of both the male and female variety. I wouldn’t have to worry about a cleaning fee (not that I would have actually worried anyway), because hotels were used to such things by now. With Segia’s lack of international visitors, most of the use for them was as a convenient place to fuck. I realized that the repeal of the Public Decency Act would likely mean a large hit to the industry’s bottom line. I also didn’t care. Leaving the gaggle of girls in the hotel room, I left for home.

When I stepped through the doorway of my house, I saw Audrey standing next to the couch, which had an occupant I hadn’t been expecting; Emma, the waitress from Le Bouchon. That was right, I had told her to drop by Sunday to give me her panties. I hadn’t realized that was today. Emma was wearing a tiny pair of jean shorts, thong riding up her hips, and a mesh top that failed to hide her massive tits. The most noticeable thing about her, though, was her heavily pregnant belly. Having creampied her two days ago, judging by the size, I estimated she was carrying seven or eight of my new daughters.

I waved Audrey over. “Give me a titjob, slut.” As Audrey got out her honkers, even bigger than Emma’s, I turned to the other bitch. “Well?”

Emma got up, walking over to me as she took a pair of panties from her purse. They were plain cotton, beige. Granny panties. I took them from her, letting them drop on Audrey’s head. They did not distract Audrey as she vigorously pumped my shaft between her tits, coating it with saliva and sucking on the head.

“Really, bitch? Was your plan just to give me your least favorite pair, to get rid of them? Where did you even get these? Such abominations shouldn’t be sold in Segia. No, I want something more slutty, that accurately reflects you. Give me that thong you’re wearing now. And pick up those other ones and stuff them up your cunt. Keep them there until the next guy pulls you aside for a quickie. Maybe he’ll change his mind once he sees your taste.”

Emma blushed, looking down ashamedly. “Yes sir. Sorry sir.” She took off her jean shorts, and then handed me her pink thong. They were soaked through, from the authoritative talking-to I had given her. I looked at her derisively, and her cheeks turned a deeper shade of red. She then took her other pair from on top of Audrey’s head, balling them up and shoving them into her dripping cunt. By the looks of it, the action nearly caused her to cum right there. She managed to collect herself, though, and asked, “Would you like me to service you, Mr. Segeste?”

I laughed. “Pregnant bitch like you, the only thing you’re good for at the moment is popping out those kids you’re carrying.” As was the norm, she made no comment on the rapid development of her pregnancy, nor on the startling number of children she had inside her. “Don’t you have some businessmen to suck off? Get out of my sight.”

I didn’t have any commitments that morning. So after finishing up with Audrey, and seeing to it that all my trophies from the past few days were taken care of, I decided to take a walk in the Luton Street park. It was a nice, big space, interspersed with palm trees, ferns, bright flowers, and twisting streams. The park was fairly crowded; in many other cities, you might expect more people to be attending a service on a Sunday morning, but not so in the heavily secular Segia.

I meandered, not really having any clear idea of my destination, or even any particular purpose. I was content with enjoying the ocean breeze on my face for now. I passed plenty of people who seemed to have the same idea, simply enjoying a nice day. Some were walking dogs. Many more were walking bitches. “Walking your bitch,” as it was called, was a popular activity for Segian men. Not only did leading a naked, crawling slut around on a leash help teach her her place, but it allowed men to walk around, socialize, and scout out more cunt. The number of bitches one took on a walk had become something of a status symbol. Having more sluts and slaves meant you had more money to support them, after all. The most I saw on my walk was a group of nine.

While dog-walkers and bitch-walkers made up a sizable portion of the people in the park, a majority were exercising. Many of these were women. While Slutavin would keep a bitch from getting fat, she could still get a bit chubby, and many men didn’t like that. Also, many women found the sluttiest workout clothes possible to attract male attention. A few were even naked.

One girl caught my eye. She was incredibly beautiful; slimmer than my usual type, but still buxom. She wore a thin workout bra, and booty shorts that had strips cut into them to reveal even more of her ass. What really made her stand out, though, was that she seemed to have no idea what she was doing. She was attempting to stretch, but she was doing it very awkwardly, in such a way that it wouldn’t actually do anything. From looking at her fit body, one wouldn’t think she wouldn’t know how to exercise, but a girl could go a long way with Slutavin and a fast metabolism.

I walked up to the girl, giving her bubble butt a stinging slap as she was bent over, trying to touch her toes. “You need some help with your stretches, sweetie?” I asked condescendingly.

She turned around, intimidated by my large form, and stammered, “I.. uh..”

“Come on, sugartits. I obviously know what I’m doing.” I gestured to my prominent muscles, straining my tight T-shirt.

Once she had recovered from her surprise, she knew better than to refuse me. In fact, she likely saw it for the opportunity it was. She adopted a bright smile, saying, “You sure do! I’d love for you to show me some stretches sometime. Here’s my number!”

She told me, as I copied it into my phone. I smirked at her. “I still need a profile pic for you, dear. Something memorable, so I can make sure to get back to you. Why don’t you bend right back over and pull down your shorts?”

She blushed. “Here? I-”

“It’s legal now, sweetcheeks,” I cut her off. “Nothing to worry about.”

And so she went right back into her stretch, pulling down her shorts before making another valiant but unsuccessful effort to touch her toes. I took a picture of her pink pussy and rosy asshole, adding her to my phone as “stupid slut from the park”. Then I gave her bubble butt one final slap, and went on my way.