Rebecca Chase, 29 year old businesswoman

Rebecca had only been in the country for two hours. Within the first hour at arrivals, she was dressed in a white top, black skirt and stockings, waving down a cab so that she could get herself to her hotel room to sleep off the jet lag. Within the second hour, she was checked in at the front desk and introduced to the true nature of the Maritime. Her original objective for the weeklong seminar on South East Asian finance was turned around in a blink of an eye, as if some mysterious power decided that she should forget about it, instead persuading her to strip off her top half right in the middle of the lobby. A group of six Indian men that had followed her in as soon as she got out of the cab immediately swooped in, rubbing their hands all over her smooth exposed flesh, and despite the wedding ring on her finger, every touch was sending hot shivers down her spine and into her rapidly moistening pussy in her panties. Less than 10 minutes later, she was lying on her back in her hotel room, legs spread wide open with a black dick enthusiastically slamming into her hole and 5 others waiting their turn nearby. She was moaning and panting like a whore, having now completely forgotten her normally rational sense of self awareness, now replaced with an extremely intense need for cock. There was no hesitation or remorse as she was clearly saying all sorts of things that she would normally never say to a complete stranger in an ecstasy clouded stupor.

"Oooh, yeah, fuck my pussy. Its nice and wet for your big hard dick. Fuck my slutty little cunt and cream me. Cum in there anytime you want. Mm, yeah."

Even as the man grunted hard and happily thrust in deep, she continued her sex crazed chant, letting the explosive heat fill her up in hot pulsing droves, not caring if he could understand her encouragement to keep spewing his load inside her. After holding on until she could feel the final blast of cum spurt out from the tip of his cock, he cackled at her before pulling out, letting the collection of sticky white goo leak out to stain the bedside. She held still to revel in the impossibly pleasurable sensations, watching the next black man come forward with a fresh new dick for her. Her throat guttered as he rammed himself straight in, the cycle starting anew. The man uses her pussy. She lets him cum deep inside her. He swaps out with one of his friends. They were all clearly enjoying themselves, chattering away in their local language.

Before long, one of the impatient ones crawled up onto the side of the bed and presented his fully erect rod towards her face, turning her head to the side to slide it straight in. Her lips ringed into a suckling hot seal, lashing her tongue at the overly excited glans as the dick invaded her lips. All she could see was a side view of his balls and the gyrating jiggle of the fat in his thighs as he pumped his hips. When the salty taste of sperm exploded onto her taste buds, the same rapturous heat that inundated her pussy overwhelmed her into a long muffled hum. She reached out to stroke out every last strap, forcing herself to swallow the thick sloshing liquid in her mouth, relishing in his generous donation before another delicious cock plugged itself in.

In a brief moment of madness, a thought manifested in her mind. She had been looking for a way to tap into the local market long before she landed in these tropical shores. She had thought she had no assets or capital to make any start up work, but now she knew what she wanted to do. She would happily accept the notion of making her body a sperm bank. With the revelation clear in her head, she accepted the next shot into her pussy with renewed vigor, her understanding of 'market stimulation' warping beyond what would be considered rationally sane.