Service all four men simultaneously

Jake Trask's house patio area, at 4:16 PM on Saturday June 15th, 2024 (Candi's perspective)

The tall Black guy—Jamal—steps forward first, his eight-inch cock already rock-hard and jutting toward my face. I'm still on my knees on the rough patio stones, my massive H-cup breasts heaving with each breath, my platinum blonde hair disheveled and sweaty.

"Fuck, look at those tits," Jamal mutters, stroking himself as he positions his cockhead against my lips. "Open up, blondie."

I obey instantly, my full lips parting. The Taste of Submission makes Connor's command to service all four men feel like sacred law. My tongue extends, lapping at Jamal's precum-slicked tip.

"Good slut," Connor says from behind me, his hands gripping my hips as he lines his eight-inch shaft up with my dripping pussy again. "Show them what you're made for."

Brett—the stocky buzzcut guy—moves to my right, his thick seven-inch cock already in his hand. "Here, stroke this while you suck him."

My right hand wraps around Brett's shaft automatically, pumping him in steady rhythm. The Hypersensitive Skin effect makes even this simple touch feel electric—his thick cock pulsing in my grip sends waves of pleasure straight to my core.

Simon—the lean Korean guy with glasses—hesitates on my left. "I, uh... should I—"

"Get your cock in her other hand, dude," Jamal interrupts, pushing deeper into my mouth. "She can take it."

My left hand finds Simon's 6.5-inch erection, wrapping around it and beginning to stroke. The sensation of three different cocks in my hands and mouth simultaneously makes my Bimbo-addled brain light up with pure slutty satisfaction.

Then Connor slams into my pussy from behind in one brutal thrust.

"MMMPH!" I moan around Jamal's cock, my sapphire blue eyes rolling back. Connor's eight inches stretch my walls perfectly, hitting deep as his pelvis smacks against my thick ass.

"That's it," Connor growls, establishing a punishing rhythm. "Take all four of us like the breeding whore you are."

I'm completely overwhelmed—Connor pounding my pussy, Jamal fucking my throat, both hands pumping Brett and Simon's cocks. My athletic body rocks between them, my H-cups swaying heavily beneath me.

"Shit, her mouth feels incredible," Jamal grunts, his hands tangling in my blonde hair as he thrusts deeper. His cockhead hits the back of my throat and I gag reflexively, tears streaming down my golden-tan cheeks.

"Tighter," Brett commands, and my right hand squeezes his thick shaft harder automatically. "Fuck yeah, just like that."

Simon moans softly as my left hand works his length. "God, I can't believe this is happening..."

"Believe it," Connor laughs cruelly, spanking my ass hard enough to leave a handprint. "This slut exists to service cock. Don't you, Candy?"

"Mmmhmm," I moan desperately around Jamal's shaft, my agreement muffled but emphatic. My pussy clenches around Connor's pistoning cock reflexively.

From somewhere nearby, I hear Candi's voice calling encouragement, but the words blur together in my fragmenting consciousness. All I can focus on is the four cocks using my body, the overwhelming sensations, the complete submission.

"Gonna fill this pussy again," Connor warns, his rhythm becoming erratic. "Gonna breed you right here in front of everyone."

"Do it!" someone in the watching crowd shouts.

My degraded Bimbo mind can only think: Yes. Breed me. Use me. I'm just holes for their pleasure.