The Next Session

I woke up feeling refreshed after a deep, heavy sleep, my body still buzzing from the hours of fucking the night before. My pussy was soaked, still leaking from all the cum that had been pumped into it by multiple cocks. Carl was still asleep beside me, so I snuggled up close to him. As always, he was already standing to attention with his morning wood.

I kissed his cheek, and he stirred awake. We smiled at each other, and I nodded toward his rock-hard erection.

“So,” I asked softly, “what are you going to do about that?”

He just smiled, rolled me onto my front, and positioned himself behind me. He rimmed my asshole, using plenty of spit, taking his time before slowly pushing inside. We both gasped as he slid in, impaling me completely. He hadn’t had the chance to fuck me since watching me get used like a cumdump whore the night before, and seeing that always makes him insanely horny.

He lay on top of me and began pounding my butthole, his swollen balls slapping against my ass cheeks with each thrust. It didn’t take long before he groaned and squirted a thick load deep into my rectum. I love being fucked in the ass.

When he finished, he didn’t pull away right away. Instead, he kissed me deeply, lingering, before finally sliding out and lying beside me. His tip was still leaking a little more cum, so I used my fingers to slowly wank him, rubbing the sticky mess along his cock while he groaned, enjoying being pleasured by his whore wife.

We eventually got up and headed into the shower, washing each other slowly and thoroughly. I made sure to clean my ass and pussy properly, getting myself ready for tonight’s gangbang—four guys from the night before, coming back for a private session. The thought of it made me instantly horny, but I resisted the temptation for now.

Although, if Carl decided to use me again later, I wouldn’t complain. My holes are always there for him, and he knows it. We headed down for breakfast, and I noticed a lot of the men smiling at me as we walked through the room. I guessed many of them were the ones who had used my holes the night before. I smiled back at them, enjoying the secret we shared.

We helped ourselves from the buffet—full English mixed with continental options—and loaded our plates. We drank plenty of coffee and juice while we ate. A couple of men approached our table and introduced themselves.

“Hey, I’m Alan, and this is Colin. We’re really looking forward to tonight—coming back to your room for some more fun.”

I smiled warmly. “I’m looking forward to it too.”

We made a bit of small talk before they returned to their table. After finishing breakfast, Carl and I headed out for the day, taking in some sights and visiting museums. The hours flew by, and before I knew it, we were back at the hotel.

That evening, we went down to the restaurant for dinner. Once again, two men came over to introduce themselves.

“Hi, I’m Barry, and this is Terry. Just wanted to say—we’re really looking forward to later. Last night was amazing. Best sex I’ve ever had.”

I smiled. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I know I did. We’ll see you soon, then.”

They headed off, and we continued with our meal, which we finished quickly. We ordered a bottle of wine to take back to our room and made our way upstairs. Carl had told the guys to arrive at 7:30 p.m., which meant I had about ninety minutes before I’d have four cocks to play with.

I was more than ready—eager for another pounding and more cum injected into me.

As soon as we were back in the room, Carl bent me over the bed, unbuckled his pants, and slid his thick, rock-hard cock straight into my eager snatch. He wanted to use me before the others arrived. Gripping my hips, he fucked me hard. Watching the men fuck me and empty their balls into his wife always makes him incredibly horny.

It didn’t take long before he was close. Just before he came, he pulled out, spun me around, and shoved his cock into my mouth. Warm spurts of my husband’s cum flooded my mouth, and I lovingly sucked and swallowed every drop. I kept working him with my mouth to make sure nothing was left behind.

I pulled back, kissed the tip of his cock, and smiled at him.

“God, you’re a dirty bitch,” he said, satisfied. “That’s why I love you.”

I winked at him, then got up and headed for the shower. The hot water felt incredible—calming and relaxing. I washed every inch of myself, making sure I was clean and ready for the guys. I knew I’d end the night smelling of sweat and spunk again and would need another shower later, which I didn’t mind at all.

I dried off and waited. Sure enough, all four men arrived together. Carl answered the door and let them in. I greeted each of them with a kiss. I hadn’t bothered putting any clothes on, so they were met with me completely naked, which they clearly enjoyed. Each of them kissed me and gave my ass or tits a quick grope.

“Hey, boys,” I said with a smile. “Nice to see you. Why don’t you all get undressed and we’ll play.”

I didn’t have to say it twice. They were naked in no time. For older men, they were in decent shape—classic dad bods, which I much prefer. No big beer bellies. Carl had chosen well. One of them was particularly well-endowed, and I remembered how thoroughly that thick cock had stuffed me the night before.

I knelt down, and they gathered around me. I began sucking them off one by one, taking each cock deep down my throat in turn. I managed to get their full lengths down for proper deep-throat action, and judging by the moans and grunts, they were enjoying it very much.

As I was sucking a stiff cock, one of the guys said, “Guys, how should we use this slut tonight, since we won’t see her again after this?” They chatted among themselves while I kept working my mouth, lips sliding up and down slick, hard shafts. Eventually, they decided that each of them would give me a load in every hole. That meant I was going to take twelve loads in total, and the thought made me ache with anticipation.

Some of them joked about how their wives or partners never swallowed or did anal, so they were going to make the most of me. Their cocks were rock hard, shiny and wet with my saliva. Barry told me to lie on my front on the bed, positioning himself in front of me so I could keep sucking him. Colin moved behind me and slid straight into my pussy.

I gave Barry slow, deep, hungry sucks, taking him hard into my mouth. He groaned with every stroke.

“Fuck, that’s good. Keep sucking, whore,” he growled.

All I could manage was a muffled, “Mm-hmm,” my mouth completely full of cock.

It didn’t take long before Barry started to tense.

“Mmmm… mmmmmm… fffuuuccckkk,” he cried as he emptied his balls into my mouth. He held my head in place, his hips twitching with every spurt. I moaned like the filthy slut I was as his hot cum filled my mouth. When he finished, I swallowed every drop and kept sucking him, his cock still hard.

Colin, who had been pounding my soaked cunt, saw and heard everything. That pushed him over the edge, and he started unloading deep inside me. I groaned as I felt him coat me from the inside.

“Mmmm… yyyyeeeeaaa,” I moaned, his body jerking with each spurt as he buried himself as deep as he could. When he finally finished, he stayed inside me for a moment before pulling out. Cum immediately began to leak from my pussy, and Colin gave my ass cheek a firm smack.

As soon as he stepped aside, Terry moved in behind me. He smeared Colin’s spunk along his cock and wiped it over my ass before slowly pushing in until his balls pressed against me.

“Christ, this ass is tight,” he said as he impaled me.

I groaned, adjusting to the stretch, and realized I still hadn’t had Alan, the one with the biggest cock. He must have read my mind, because he lay down in front of me so I could suck him and his balls. He was only semi-hard at first, and I started with his shaved balls—my favorite, since I hate a mouthful of hair. I sucked them gently while he ran his fingers through my hair, groaning softly. I traced my tongue up his shaft as it grew fully hard.

He was thick, with good girth but not especially long—about six inches. Still, it was enough to stretch me nicely. Behind me, Terry was giving my ass slow, deep thrusts, burying himself to the hilt each time, grunting with effort. I swallowed Alan’s cock down to the base, deep-throating him, and his hips twitched in response.

“Mmm… good slut. Suck that fat cock, dirty bitch,” he groaned.

I looked up at him and winked, my mouth still full of his meat. Not long after, Terry began to shudder and unload into my ass.

“Mmm… fuck, that’s good,” I moaned as I felt his cum fill me.

“Yeeeaaah… that’s it, fuck,” he groaned loudly as he emptied his balls inside me.

When he finished, Terry leaned over, kissed my cheek, and pulled out. Alan was more than ready now. His cock was slick with my spit as he pulled me up and positioned me to straddle him. He shuffled down the bed, clearly wanting me to ride him, and I happily obliged. Using the mess of cum as lube, I guided his thick cock into my wet pussy and sank down onto him.

He grabbed my tits as I started to ride him, rolling my hips.

“That’s it, dirty bitch. Fuck that cock,” he said.

He pulled me down into a deep kiss. He wanted intimacy, and I didn’t mind—he was kind of cute for an older guy. We kissed hard, tongues tangling, moaning into each other’s mouths while I rode his fat cock. After a while, he rolled me onto my back, still buried inside me, and we fucked like that, kissing, him sucking on my tits until I was burning with need.

It didn’t take long before I came hard.

“That’s it, come for me, dirty fucker. Feel my cock in you, my balls slapping your ass,” he growled.

I clung to him as my orgasm ripped through me. When it finally subsided, he pushed my legs back, pulled out, and slid straight up into my ass. I groaned and closed my eyes as he stretched me again, slowly fucking my well-used ass. He lay on top of me, hips rocking steadily as he used me, taking his time with this last hole. With both of us grunting and groaning with each thrust, we kissed passionately. His face tensed as he began to unload deep into my ass, and I wrapped my legs around him to pull him in as deep as possible.

“Yyyeeeaaaa… mmm… mmmmmm,” he grunted, his balls still pumping into me. I knew immediately he was a big cummer—my favorite kind of guy. I already had one big cummer in my group, and I started thinking he could easily be the next. He just kept cumming and cumming, my ass filled to the brim with his nut, mixed with Terry’s spunk.

Eventually, he finished. I leaned in and whispered in his ear, “That was a huge load, you dirty fucker. I love big cummers.” He smiled, kissed me, and pulled out.

I immediately tightened my ass, leaned over, grabbed the empty glass, knelt down, and pushed all the cum from my ass and pussy into it. The glass was almost full. The guys watched as I drank every last drop.

“Jesus, you are such a filthy slut,” one of them commented.

“I love cum, guys—drinking it, getting it in my holes, on my face, anywhere. I just love it,” I said, licking my lips to catch the last trace of spunk.

That’s pretty much how it went for the next few hours. I was used as a cock sleeve and cum dump, double penetrated, every hole filled and refilled with hot nut. Alan was the last one to use me. I’d already taken eleven loads and was right on track to hit the promised twelve.

He told me to stand and bend over so he could take me from behind. My pussy was a soaked, sticky mess of cum, but that didn’t stop him. He grabbed my hips and started hammering me hard. This went on for a good twenty minutes, and I could tell he was getting close. Finally, he pulled out, told me to get on my knees, and brought his cock to my face.

I knew exactly what was coming—my first facial of the night.

He stroked himself while I fondled his balls, and soon enough, three thick streams of cum splashed across my face. Not bad for his third load of the night.

“Mmm… mmmmmm… yyeeaa,” he groaned as he finished, my face covered in warm, sticky, salty spunk. It coated my nose, cheeks, and chin. I sucked his cock afterward, his body twitching as the tip was painfully sensitive. I kept sucking until he finally went soft, then used my fingers to scoop the remaining cum from my face into my mouth. Only a faint trace was left behind.

“I’ve always wanted to do that,” Alan said with a huge grin.

“Well, now you have. Did you enjoy it?” I asked.

“Hell yeah. It was amazing seeing my spunk on your face, then watching you suck me and lick it all up. So fucking horny,” he replied, clearly still buzzing from it.

The other three guys started getting dressed. I went to the bathroom to clean my face, and when I came back, they each gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, thanking me for an amazing two days. I told them I’d had a great time too, and then they left.

Alan stayed a little longer.

“Where are you guys based, if you don’t mind me asking?” he said.

“We’re from Manchester. What about you?” we replied.

“Oh wow, I’m not far—Bolton,” he said, a glint in his eye.

I looked at Carl, and he instantly knew what I was thinking. Could we add Alan to my pool of fuck buddies? The thought of having two huge cummers at the same time made me incredibly turned on.

We sat on the bed, still naked, and talked. He told me he was divorced, single, and not interested in anything long-term—just flings here and there. No drama. It suited him perfectly. We talked about fantasies. He said he’d always wanted a threesome with two women and that he’d wanted to be part of a gangbang, which he’d just ticked off his list tonight.

I finally said, “Would you like to keep in touch? You’re not far away, and we’ve already gotten to know each other.”

His eyes lit up immediately. He said yes, put his number into my phone, then got dressed as it was getting late. He kissed me, thanked me for everything, and left.

I lay back on the bed, my holes and stomach full of cum, letting the buzz wash over me after being thoroughly used. Eventually, I got up, cleaned myself properly, and got ready for bed. We were both exhausted from the day. Carl loved watching me being used, but he knew I was too tired to do anything for him tonight—and he also knew he’d be getting something very soon.

I fell into a deep sleep the moment my head hit the pillow.