Bonuslevel Verena

Verena was still hanging in the sex swing, breathing heavily, her legs spread obscenely wide, her dripping pussy slightly open, and the little pink vibrator humming softly on the lowest setting. Her mouth was wide open due to the O-ring gag, and saliva was already running down her chin. The black letters on her plump ass glistened in the dim light: “Svenja’s Wedding Gift.” She was still grinning under the veil, full of anticipation for Florian, who was about to arrive and cheat on his own wife. *Finally, ****… finally, I’ll really humiliate this slut…*

The door opened. But it wasn’t Florian.

The first man to enter was a short, stocky guy in his mid-fifties, with thinning gray hair, sweat stains under the armpits of his wrinkled shirt, and a big belly hanging over his waistband. He stared at her, grinned crookedly, and closed the door behind him. “Fuck… the bride herself. She wasn’t lying.”

Verena’s eyes widened. *No… this can’t be…* In that moment, it dawned on her: she’d been tricked again. Lisa hadn’t set her up for Florian—but for the guests. Like a stupid, horny toy. Her body reacted instantly anyway. The vibrator kept buzzing, her nipples grew even harder, her pussy clenched around it. The man hastily pulled down his pants. His cock was short, thick, and already fully stiff. Without a word, he stepped between her spread thighs, pulled out the vibrator, and thrust himself deep into her wet pussy with a single jerk. Verena moaned loudly through the gag, her heavy tits bouncing with every thrust. He fucked her fast, frantically, with short, hard thrusts, his stomach slapping against her ass. His hands roughly grabbed her soft breasts, kneading them as he gasped, “Horny slut… Svenja’s gift…”

Verena wanted to fight back, wanted to scream—but her body betrayed her. After barely two minutes, she came for the first time, her pussy clenching spasmodically around his cock, a warm gush of juice squirting out and running over his balls. The man grunted, thrust three more times, and came—thick, hot loads deep inside her. He pulled out immediately, wiped his cock on her thigh, and disappeared without another word. Verena hung there, trembling, cum running out of her pussy and dripping onto the floor. *How stupid am I, really? Tricked again… and I’m coming like a cheap whore…*

The door opened again. The second man was even less attractive: a tall, lanky guy with thinning hair, pimples on his face, and a crooked grin. He smelled of beer and sweat. “Wow, she’s really hanging out here like she was ordered,” he muttered, pulling down his pants and pulling out his long but thin cock. He stood right in front of her, grabbed her hips, and rammed himself in one go into her already cum-soaked pussy.

Verena whimpered. That feeling again—used like an object. The man fucked her long and deep, but unevenly, almost nervously. Her heavy tits swayed wildly, her nipples stiff and sensitive. He leaned forward, sucked greedily on one of them, biting down lightly. Her body reacted again. Despite everything, she grew even wetter; her pussy sucked him in, clenching around him. After a few minutes, she came again—a violent, **** orgasm that made her tremble. The man groaned loudly, pumped a few more times, and shot his load deep inside her, mixing with the first. He pulled out, laughed softly, and left.

Verena was panting heavily. Cum was flowing out of her in thick streams; her thighs glistened with wetness. *Every orgasm… every load… just shows me how stupid I am. I wanted ****… and instead I’m becoming a public cum-cunt…*

The third man came in almost immediately afterward. A short, plump guy with a bald head and a thick, red face. He was already without pants, his short but extremely thick cock bobbing in front of him. “The last one for today, or what?” he grumbled and stepped right between her legs. Without any foreplay, he shoved himself into her completely fucked-out, cum-filled cunt—slippery from two loads and her own juices.

He fucked her slowly, but with deep, heavy thrusts, his belly pressing against her mons pubis. His hands slapped her tits, roughly kneading them, pulling on her nipples. Verena moaned loudly; her body was long since beyond her control. The third wave built up—faster, more intense. She came hard, her pussy milking his cock, squirting again, while tears of humiliation glistened in the corners of her eyes. The man grunted with satisfaction, thrust a few more times, and unloaded deep inside her with a long, deep moan—the third, thick load.

He pulled out, briefly looked at her dripping hole, grinned, and left the room.

Verena hung alone in the swing, breathing heavily, her veil askew, her face red with shame and lust. Her body glistened with sweat and cum, which ran in long strands from her pussy and splattered onto the floor. Three men. Three quick, unattractive men. Three **** orgasms. Three loads deep inside her.

And every single one had shown her only one thing: how stupid and horny she had been. Once again.

The fourth man entered—a tall, burly guy with a big belly and a confident grin. His cock was already hanging half-hard between his legs, but when he gripped it with his hand and pumped it a few times, it swelled into a veritable monster: long, extremely thick, with bulging veins and a plump glans. He stared at Verena’s plump ass, which was still hanging in the swing, her legs spread wide, her pussy dripping from the three loads before. “Wow… that ass is still completely untouched,” he muttered contentedly and stepped right behind her. He spread her cheeks with both hands, aimed his massive glans at her tight, slick hole, and began to thrust.

Verena’s eyes flew open and she made herself heard immediately—she let out loud, unintelligible sounds through the O-ring gag and shook her head as violently as the straps would allow. The man paused, walked around the swing, and loosened the strap of the gag. The ring fell from her mouth, saliva running down her chin.

“Let me go right now, you asshole!” she screamed at him, her voice hoarse with rage. “I don’t want this! Untie me, damn it! This was all a misunderstanding!”

The man just laughed softly, deeply, and dominantly. Instead of answering, he grabbed her head with one hand, shoved a pair of one of the guys’ underwear right into her open mouth, and pushed it deep down her throat. Verena gagged briefly, her eyes widening, but he held her tight and silent. Then he went back behind her, positioned himself, and pressed his thick, slick cockhead against her ass. With a slow but relentless thrust, he pushed himself into her—inch by inch, until his heavy balls slapped against her dripping cunt.

Verena moaned loudly and deeply around his cock. Her body betrayed her immediately and mercilessly. Her ass clenched around the massive shaft, not out of pain, but out of pure, telltale lust. Every thrust made her heavy tits sway wildly, her nipples hard as stone. She wanted to scream, wanted to yell at him—but instead, only a long, lustful moan escaped her full throat. Her ass milked him, her pussy dripping even harder, mixed with the cum of the other three. She was such a slut. Every deep thrust into her ass made her tremble, every jolt in her mouth made her wetter. She hated it—and came anyway. A violent orgasm shook her to the core while he fucked her in the mouth and ass at the same time, until he came with a deep grunt. Thick, hot loads pumped deep into her ass. He pulled out slowly, watched with satisfaction as his cum ran out of her tight hole, and disappeared without a word.

Verena hung there, gasping, trembling; the fourth man had barely left when the door opened again.

The next one—a rather slight but horny guy with glasses and a shy smile—stepped in. Verena saw him immediately and frantically signaled with her eyes and head movements that she wanted to say something. He hesitated briefly, then came closer and carefully removed the gag that his predecessor had put back in.

“Please… wait,” she said immediately, this time in a completely different voice—soft, almost pleading. “My arms and legs hurt so much… I can’t take it anymore in the swing. If you untie me… then we’ll just lock the door, go to bed over there together, and play for as long as you want. I’ll suck you, I’ll fuck you, I’ll do anything you want. Just… untie me.”

The man blinked in surprise, looked at her dripping, cum-covered body, at the huge tits that were still swinging heavily back and forth, and then grinned widely. “Deal.”

He quickly unfastened the straps. Verena slid off the swing; her legs were weak, but she held on to him. He locked the door, as promised. They walked together to the big bed in the corner of the room. Verena gently pushed him onto his back, climbed on top of him, and slowly lowered herself onto his cock—her dripping, cum-soaked pussy took him in completely. She rode him slowly, deeply, her heavy tits swaying right in front of his face. He greedily sucked on her nipples while she fucked him, first slowly, then faster and faster.

Later, she turned around, sucked him deep and thoroughly, let him fuck her tits, her pussy, her mouth—for hours, just as she had promised. She played with him as if he were the only one in the room, moaned his name, came twice more on top of him, until he finally came deep inside her. Exhausted, Verena snuggled up to him afterward, her body glistening with sweat and cum, and smiled wearily. She had lost again.

But at least she was in bed now—and no longer a free-use toy in the swing.

Verena snuggled close to the skinny guy with glasses; her curvy, cum-covered body was still glistening with sweat, cum, and her own juices. Her heavy tits pressed softly against his chest; she had casually draped one leg over his hip, while his hand absentmindedly stroked her plump ass. She felt his cock slowly harden again and press against her thigh—but this time, she was the one setting the pace.

She had used her body.

And she had gotten what she wanted.

No more “free use” in the swing. No new men just walking in and using her like a hole. Instead, a warm bed, a closed door, and a single guy who was now looking at her almost gratefully. Verena smiled quietly to herself as she slowly circled her hips and let his glans slide back between her wet, cum-soaked labia. “See?” she whispered in his ear, her voice hoarse and a little triumphant. “It’s that simple. I’ll give you everything you want… and you’ll give me what I need.”

He groaned softly as she lowered herself onto him again and took him deep into her dripping cunt. This time she rode him slowly, relishing it, her thick tits bouncing heavily in front of his face. He sucked on a nipple while she milked him with circular movements. Verena closed her eyes and enjoyed it—not because she particularly wanted him, but because she had just learned how powerful her body could be.

I’ll remember that, she thought, as another quiet orgasm rolled through her belly and made her moan softly. When the next situation comes… then I’ll negotiate. With tits, ass, and pussy. And I’ll always get what I want.

The guy beneath her came again, this time deep inside her, with a long, shuddering moan. Verena just smiled, kissed him briefly on the forehead, and let herself sink down beside him. Her body was exhausted, covered in cum, sore—but for the first time that night, she no longer felt like the fool.

She had used her body. And she had won.

She would remember that. Forever. Verena lay still next to him for a while, her heavy, curvy body pressed tightly against his, and smiled into the darkness. *My body is a weapon now*, she thought. *No longer some stupid free-use whore. From now on, I’m in charge.*

And she began to use it immediately.

The next morning, still in the hotel bed, she woke him up with her mouth. She sucked him slowly, deeply, and devotedly until he came with a groan, then she sat on his face and let him lick her dripping cunt while she kneaded her heavy tits herself and showed him just how horny she supposedly was for him. “You’re the only one who can really satisfy me,” she whispered in his ear as she rode him afterward—slowly, in circles, her big tits swaying right in front of his face until he came again.

She didn’t let him go all day. She sent him out to get her breakfast, coffee, and new clothes. When he came back, she rewarded him with a titfuck on the balcony—her huge, soft breasts pressed around his cock while she looked deep into his eyes and told him how strong and important he was to her. He paid for her lunch, the taxi ride back to the city, and the new hotel room she wanted “for the two of us.”

On the second day, she made it even more intense. She wore only a tight, short dress with no underwear and had him spend the entire morning in the suite. She fucked him three times—once on the sofa, once in the shower, where she pressed herself against the tiles and let him take her from behind, and once on the bed, where she rode him until her tits were red and swollen from his greedy hands. Every time, she moaned his name loudly, came loudly and theatrically, even though inside she was just calculating how deep he was already hooked. Afterward, she sent him out shopping—new lingerie for her, expensive perfume, an expensive dinner. “You want to make me happy, don’t you?”

He did everything. He even booked her a massage, paid the bill, and was then allowed to watch as she pleasured herself in front of him—legs spread on the bed, two fingers deep in her pussy, while she told him he was only allowed to watch and jerk off. When he came, she licked his cock clean and whispered, “You’re so good to me… I need you.”

By the third day, he was already completely compliant. He had transferred money to her “for new clothes,” had carried her suitcase, had read her every wish from her eyes all day long. Verena rewarded him one last time with a particularly intense session: She knelt before him, took him deep into her throat until he was almost there, then she sat on top of him and rode him hard and fast, her tits slapping against his chest, her pussy greedily milking him. She came twice—for real this time, because the power turned her on—and finally let him cum deep inside her.

Afterward, she stood up, showered, got dressed, and packed her things. He was still lying naked and exhausted in bed, with a blissful smile.

Verena turned to face him, hands on her hips, her huge breasts clearly visible beneath the tight top.

“It was nice with you,” she said coldly, no longer smiling. “But now it’s over. You were useful. Thanks for the three days. And for the money. And for everything else.”

He blinked in confusion. “W… what? But I thought…”

She laughed softly, already halfway to the door. “You thought my body belonged to you? Sweet. My body is a weapon. And you were just the target. Now you’re discarded.”

She cast him one last look—pitying, superior, triumphant—and closed the door behind her.

Verena walked down the hotel hallway, hips swaying, her curvy body proud and upright. She felt stronger than ever before.

Her body was truly a weapon now.

And she had just learned how to kill with it.