The following day

Emily finally wakes up late the next day. She finds herself lying on her back on the poker table the men were playing on the night before, her body a total mess. Her holes are aching, but in a good way now. They're sore, but at least it's from finally being stretched out by BBCs. Better that than the agonizing feeling of yearning to have them filled. Empty bottles, playing cards and poker chips litter the table beside her. Her head throbs from having consumed her fair share of the **** too.

Her body is covered in thick, sticky cum, alongside some used condoms, some of which are tied and some left open, slowly oozing their contents onto either her skin or the felt of the table. This always served as her breakfast the morning after. She was only greatful that the men were usually all gone by the time she woke up, allowing her to partake in this shamefully lewd act in peace. As she downs the particularly thick contents of one condom, she hears her phone buzzing in her purse beside her. She pulls it out to find her boyfriend calling. Ensuring it isn't a video call, she answers, not wanting to worry him.

"Hey baby, just wondering what time you think you'll be home today. Was thinking of getting some dinner going soon." He asks.

Emily finally glances at the time, 4:30pm. She had really slept in this time, exhausted from the activities of last night.

"Sorry... *ahem*." She says, clearing her throat to try and hide how husky her voice is after having her throat stuffed with BBC all night.

"Sorry baby, I probably won't be home for another couple hours. You go ahead and have dinner without me." She says, her voice still hoarse.

"Sounds like someone had a big night. That's alright though, I'll see you when you get home then." He answers.

"Sounds good, I love you, bye." Emily responds.

"I love you too. Bye for now." He replies.

Emily ends the call, resting her head back on the table and sighing as the guilt of betraying her loving boyfriend washes over her. Ironic that this had all started with her getting cheated on. But even still, as terrible as she feels, the pleasure she experienced last night was more than enought to outweigh the guilt. She didn't just want this anymore, she needed it.

She looks back at her phone to see a number of missed messages in her group chat with the tattoo shop owner and his buddies, most of whom she still didn't know the names of. The majority of the messages are photos and videos of her getting fucked rough enough that she doesn't even notice the camera. Interspersed are messages from the men responding to the photos and videos.

Damn her mouth feels tight when she has a cock up her ass like that.
Hahaha her booty cheeks are red raw from being spanked so hard.
Not just any bitch can take BBC airtight like that.
Next time we gotta try squeezing two dicks in her ass, I reckon the hoe can take it.

Emily bites her lip at the thought of that last message. She finally scrolls to the bottom to find a video of herself lying in the very position she woke up in. This third person perspective really lets her see how much of a mess she must look right now. She watches the video and listens to herself talking to the camera, with no recollection of uttering those words given her drunk and exhausted state at the time.

"Say what you was saying for the camera hoe." A man says from off-screen.

"Mmmm... I was saying... *hic* that you guys... can come fuck me... whenever you want. At my work... *hic* at my house. I just... need your thick... juicy cocks." Emily says to the camera.

"Damn hoe, that's a tempting offer. How are we finna find you?" The man asks.

"Gimme my... *hic* phone. I'll share my location." She says with a smile, to her own amazement.

"So just to be clear, anytime, anywhere, we can just come by and give you this dick?" The man asks.

"Mmmmhmmm. Here, take my key... *hic* and make some copies... so you can just let yourselves inside. Just don't let my boyfriend catch you." She says with a giggle.

"Damn bitch, you must really be addicted to the BBC huh?" He responds, sounding surprised at how forward she's being.

"Yeah duh. Now gimme my phone." She responds.

The video ends there, but sure enough the next message after that is Emily sharing live location services into the group chat. This is followed by a series of excited texts from the men at the prospect of her being their personal freeuse BBC fucktoy.

You know I'm finna take her ass up on that offer.
This bitch don't know what she getting herself into, we gonna be clapping them cheeks day and night.
Anyone trynna run a 2 man on her at work tomorrow, you know these bitches always hornier when you fuckin em from both ends.
Yeah I'm down.

Emily reads the messages in disbelief. Had she really just invited them to come fuck her whenever and wherever they wanted. Not to mention she had given them her only key. It was bad enough that she had been sneaking off every week to let them gangbang her in this garage, now they were going to be dropping by her home and her work to 'clap her cheeks' at a moment's notice. This was all getting way out of hand. She taps on the location sharing and scrolls to the 'stop sharing' button. However, her thumb hovers over the icon, frozen in place. She bites her lip at the thought of those men with their fat... juicy cocks coming and satisfying her aching holes multiple times a week. Perhaps she was being too rash. She could at least try it, see how risky it really was.

Her mind is made up. She taps away and leaves her location shared with the group of men whom she barely knew, a warm feeling growing in her gut at the thought of all the extra BBC she was going to be enjoying now.

Stopping herself before she gets too horny and does something else she'll probably regret, Emily finishes cleaning up the rest of the used condoms on the table, tossing each of them in the trash after she's drained them dry. The next step in her usual routine involves her grabbing her purse, now significantly lighter after having been emptied out of all of her condoms. Every time she didn't quite bring enough, resulting in the men having to switch to using her ass and throat instead, in order to save yet another pregnancy scare.

She reaches to the bottom of her purse to grab out an oversized metal buttplug and a bottle of lube. The weight of the cold stainless steel object always surprises her. She applies a generous amount of lube to it before reaching back and pressing the tip against her well-used asshole. It slides in with relative ease until she reaches the thickest part, requiring a slight amount of **** to stick it up her ass before her sphincter finally relaxes around it's neck. She breathes a sigh of relief as it's finally secured inside.

Every couple weeks or so she had been going up a size, her hole getting looser and looser as the men permanently reshaped her body for BBC. Despite how much more uncomfortable the larger ones always were, mostly thanks to her asshole being reamed raw, it was a necessity in order to prevent it from slipping out on the trip home. A lesson she had learnt early on which resulted in quite the embarrassment when she left a small puddle of cum in the back of a taxi. The plugs were an absolute necessity given she was going to be leaking those men's cum for the next couple days after having her guts filled with such a large volume of their thick white seed.

Finally prepped and ready for the journey home, she grabbed her trench coat from the floor and covered her lewd outfit as best as she could. The journey home always involved one stop, her gym. There she could shower and wash all the piss, sweat and cum off her body before returning home to her boyfriend. She always kept a set of active wear in her locker there so she could change, not wanting to risk returning home wearing nothing but lingerie and a trench coat. She always got worried people would be able to notice her plug through her tight yoga pants, but thankfully no one had spotted it yet.

Before leaving the gym she takes a selfie in the bathroom mirror whilst it's empty, one for her boyfriend and one for a certain group chat. To her boyfriend she sends a sweet looking selfie.

Just finishing at the gym, be home soon xx

And to the group chat, she sends something a little more exciting.

Body's so sore, and it sure isn't from the gym