Free cuckold community
Sign up now!
For two years in a row, we had planned to travel to Cap d’Agde in our motorhome.
I (Cathy) had long been curious to experience for myself to what extent the many stories we had heard turned out to be true or not. For two consecutive years, illness had thrown a spanner in the works.
But this year, the time had finally come.
We had really been looking forward to it.
By now, we were already well on our way to our destination.
One more stop on our route before reaching the enclosed nudist area of Cap turned out to be a stroke of genius.
We had been assigned a beautiful spot with a view of the beach and the sea.
The sanitary facilities were close by and, moreover, spotlessly clean. The campsite shop, the restaurant, and the swimming pool were very close by…
We were in our element.
We first calmly set up our motorhome, installed the awning and our patio furniture, and then it was finally time for a refreshing dip in the pool. The campsite was a textile campsite, but we soon noticed that this wasn’t strictly enforced. Consequently, I very quickly put on just the revealing fluorescent yellow microkini panties from the set I’d received from my sweetheart.
Those who know me already know that I have very large labia. Consequently, the ultra-small panties could only be covered with great difficulty.
Upon arriving at the pool, we picked out a spot in the shade of the trees.
We sat down to first size up the other campers and see if there were any Flemish or Dutch people among them. That would make it easier to strike up a conversation.
And sure enough… That was fine too. While we were sitting there, my husband, Patrick, soon noticed that my figure in that tiny little thing had already attracted quite a bit of attention from the men present and that he couldn’t help but think of one of my fantasies. In a horny mood, I had told him that I had regularly fantasized about being the campsite whore for an entire vacation, letting myself be fucked for money by any men on the campsite who wanted to, and going back home with a stack of cash. Not at all for the financial sake. Just for the kick… But for me, the kick lies mainly in the ‘for payment’. Then I could really experience what it was like to be a prostitute… a whore, that is… My ultimate kick!
When I lie there enjoying myself with my vibrators or dildos during a moment alone, I come incredibly hard multiple times. Especially… and even harder when I imagine that my clients are older men with big bellies. That makes me feel even more used!
Patrick just brought up ‘that’ fantasy. The campsite whore fantasy…
A horny little smile spontaneously appeared on my face and I felt my pussy getting wet. I told him that I found it a veeeery hot thought and that the fantasy kept coming back to me in ever-changing forms.
Damn, as is often the case when it comes to my fantasies, he was completely right again when he said that if there ever was an ideal moment and an ideal place to truly live out my fantasy, it was right here and now.
A few years earlier, I had also told him about my fantasy of having sex with multiple men at the same time. Patrick had very lovingly and totally selflessly guided me to the moment when I actually got to do it, and I had loved it.
I had now become a real hotwife with an stag as a husband.
He had taught me to expose myself on camera for jerking men, he had guided me during my first time with a woman, he brought me to the point where I posed naked on the street and in other public places for his lens… and sooooo much more. My darling guided me time and again to the point where I was making yet another of my fantasies come true.
Overconfident due to the lust that was creeping up on me, I replied that it was indeed the ultimate moment and that I felt I could really handle it. I reflected that no one knew us here, so there was no risk of the story reaching the ears of our friends and family back home. Here and now, it could really happen. Not a fantasy, but reality…
The thought made me incredibly horny, and I asked Patrick what ‘he’ thought about it. Completely open and honest, straight to the point…
He said that I had been walking around with that fantasy for so long and had let other men fuck me quite often in the meantime… If ‘I’ really wanted it, he would support me with this next big step as well. As long as I was truly living and enjoying life and my body, without limitations, without societal inhibitions, without shame… As long as I was happy and really felt that I was ‘ready’ for it.
at me.
I was getting… No… I HAD already gotten terribly horny from it and whispered to Patrick that they could all feel free to fuck me in my current state of mind.
He responded calmly with… OK…
I’ll arrange it… but it’s going to cost them pretty much to fuck this campsite whore.
I was bursting with lust. OK… That’s settled then, I said.
Patrick stood up and walked over to the men.
I noticed they seemed to become a bit quieter and more uncomfortable when he stepped towards them.
I could see him start a conversation with them and shake hands. He sat down with them, and not much later, laughter returned, and very quickly, eyes turned back towards me and my bare pussy. Half an hour later, I pretended to wake up and lazily stretched out with my legs spread and knees drawn up, and stayed like that for a moment to let them get used to the idea that I was back in the world. I looked around as if I were looking for Patrick and waved at him. I stood up, pretended I hadn’t noticed my panties had ridden up, and swayed my hips toward them. We exchanged some hellos, names, and pleasantries, and so I was now part of the group too. Without exception, they were all staring at my bare pussy. Only after I had sat with my thighs open on a sun lounger with them for quite a while did I pretend to suddenly notice that my pussy was lying open and exposed.
With a laughing… Oops! Sorry!… I pulled the strip of fabric back into place.
I asked if anyone felt like going swimming. I set a good example myself, and they followed as one 🙂
There was laughter and play in the water.
I regularly felt stray hands here and there, supposedly ‘accidentally’, touching my breasts and my butt.
It soon became clear to them that I was quite happy to let it all happen, and laughing, I enjoyed the attention.
The fact that I let them get away with it like this encouraged them to continue, and the initially cautious stolen touches became a bit more emphatic. I now regularly felt hands consciously cupping and caressing my breasts; my hard nipples were also being played with gently. I still let them continue.
Once one of them felt brave enough, his arms went forward around my hips, and the tiny strip of fabric in front of my pussy was pushed aside. His fingers glided over my pussy. Again, I let him have his way.
By now, I wasn’t just wet on the outside of my pussy. All that male attention had made me so incredibly horny that I had no inhibitions left… mmmmm…
Apparently, they were telling each other how easy I was, because by the time we got back out of the water, I don’t think there was a single one left among them who hadn’t fingered my pussy.
Time for some rest, I thought. I picked up our stuff and lay down with Patrick among the group. I didn’t bother covering my pussy anymore either. The silly strip of fabric remained pushed aside.
There was a lot of laughter, and the conversations became more open. Carefully, someone told Patrick that he was a lucky guy with a woman like me.
And so, suddenly, there was a turn in the conversation. Patrick responded that he was indeed lucky to have a beautiful, sweet, ‘faithful and imaginative’ hot woman like me.
It went quiet for a moment. He looked at me for a moment to seek confirmation to explain it as faithful and imaginative. I nodded and smiled at him while the men watched, wondering what was going to happen next. I said I was just going to take a quick shower, giving him the space to tell the men our story.
Patrick told them about realizing my threesome fantasy, our perception of fidelity (not doing anything without the other person knowing and consenting), our attitude towards sexual experience, and how he helped me time and again to make my fantasies a reality, provided I was sure that I really wanted it and was ready for it.
Afterward, he told them about my fantasy, yet to be realized, to have myself fucked as a prostitute as often as my clients wanted, in complete anonymity and for payment—because only that way was it truly real—in a place like this, where none of our acquaintances were around.
Here, during the holidays, I could finally truly live out my ultimate fantasy and… so he told them… I was definitely ready for it!
The men reacted with disbelief at first…
They didn’t understand how Patrick could be okay with that, so he explained that we love each other immensely, have a great sex life, and how, out of love for me, he wanted to see me happy and allowed me all the things I chose to do myself.
He explained how that only made our love for each other even stronger and our bond even closer.
Along with the understanding, it also dawned on the men that they were being offered a unique opportunity here. Astonishment gave way to enthusiasm, and soon a number of them responded with “Yessss… I would absolutely love to fuck her! And… Damn… Do you really mean that we can use her as often as we want, as long as we pay for it!? How much do you want for her!?”
Patrick arranged with them that the first person to make use of my services as a whore would pay a higher price, precisely because he was allowed to be the first. And so Patrick came up with the idea of selling my first session as a whore by auction.
The seven men thought that was a great idea. Enthusiastically, the first one immediately offered €100. To cut the story short here… In the end, my first time was sold for €500 in my absence!!!
It was agreed that the other men would then pay €200 for their first session, €150 for the second, and €100 for all subsequent sessions from then on. The men were wildly enthusiastic about this arrangement 🙂
When I returned from showering with only a much too small towel wrapped around me, I found the men still in a boisterous mood by the pool.
Patrick immediately told me that, effective immediately, I would be made available as a prostitute for the rest of our stay here. And that they had agreed on a number of rates. He also told me that my first time had been sold to Steve by auction.
There I stood now.
For a moment I was perplexed, but I composed myself very quickly and asked Steve if he felt like joining me right away? He couldn’t jump up fast enough.
I took him by the hand and said…
“Come on honey, Cathy is going to treat you to some good fun.”
And so we headed towards the camper.
On the way, he told me that he had already settled the bill with my boyfriend in advance. “Okay,” I said… “Then I’m all yours, honey.”
Once inside the camper, I let my towel fall off and asked him to take a seat at the table in the living area. I asked him to take off his swimming trunks right away and told him where he could find condoms. I would be right back.
In our bedroom, despite the summer temperatures, I put on a pair of self-supporting black stockings and my black leather knee-high boots. That’s how I appeared back at Steve’s place a little later.
“So, do you like what you see, honey? Do you think your little whore looks good like this!?
You probably can’t wait any longer to nestle between my thighs and fuck my wet pussy, can you, honey!? Are you in the mood for this whore!? Come on, sweetie… Come along. Cathy is going to spoil you nicely.”
My very first client stood there with his mouth dropped open and a few condoms in his hand while his rock-hard cock bounced up and down with excitement.
He wasn’t going to last long, I thought. Hehehe…
I would handle it like a real whore. Quick and efficient.
And then the next one. “Woaaaawwwwwww your first time and you already sound like the hot horny whore you’re about to become… You should have done this much sooner. You could get rich on your back!”
“Thanks,” I said, chuckling. “Now come with me and lie down on the bed, honey.”
Naturally, he obeyed immediately. I got on the bed next to him in a 69 and pushed my pussy onto his face. “Taste your whore first, honey. Then your monster cock will get acquainted with this brand-new blowjob whore…”
And without saying anything else, I bent over and started licking this exceptionally large shaft while I kneaded his balls. “Oooooohhhh…” I moaned as his greedy mouth began working on my pussy. “Oooooohhhh you’re doing that so well, honey… yesssssss.. like yessss… Lick my whore pussy, honey… taste the pussy you’re about to fuck…”
Meanwhile, I took his cock into my mouth and immediately started pumping up and down his shaft. Steve groaned with pleasure and I heard… “Oooooohhhh you whore… You suck so well. You were born a whore !!!”
We continued like that for another 10 minutes. Then I asked him if he wanted to give me a good fuck.
“I want your big thick cock in my whore’s pussy, honey. I want you to give Cathy her first paid fuck. How do you want me, honey?!”
Steve pushed me onto my back on the bed and I spread my legs wide for him while pulling my knees up high. Do you want me like this, honey… Are you going to fill whore Cathy up in this position? Is that what you want!? Come on then… Come on then… Pump that thick squirting cock into your whore and give me your cum !!!
Fast as lightning, Steve rolled a condom onto his cock and dropped between my thighs. Shivering with excitement and with one hand around his cock, he searched for my wet pussy entrance.
I felt him rub his cock back and forth a few times between my big pussy lips before penetrating me. In one firm movement, he pushed his cock fully into my dripping wet fuck-box. I groaned out loud too… Oooooohhhh baby… Oooooohhhh you have a fantastic cock! Fuck your whore… Squirt your cum right into Cathy’s whore pussy. Go for it with that thick cock!!! Go ahead… Let yourself go. Don’t look at me. I’m just fuck meat!
So I just kept spouting dirty talk while Steve lay thrusting in and out between my legs like a madman at a hellish pace. It therefore took only a few minutes before I felt him, with a scream, unload himself into my pussy. He tensed up with a contorted face and then shook his whole body until he suddenly collapsed on me and lay there panting.
“You were hot, honey,” I said. “You can come back very often. I’d like to feel a cock like that every day!”
“Hmmmmm…” said Steve. “What a horny bitch you are! I’m definitely coming back. We’re going to see each other very often this holiday.”
He pulled his cock out of me, took off the condom, and gave it to me. “A souvenir of your first time,” he said.
Then he put his swimming trunks back on, kissed my pussy, and said… “See you… whore 😉
And off he went, back towards the pool to report back to his friends.
God… I thought… I REALLY did it now!?!? I got fucked for money!?!? I REALLY did it now!?!? I AM A WHORE!!!???
While I was trying to process everything in my head and
I was still lying there recovering a bit, I heard the door of our camper open again. I was sure it was Patrick wanting to know how it had gone.
Until suddenly one of the other guys from the pool appeared in the doorway, jerking off his hard cock. He immediately climbed onto the bed and pushed his cock towards my mouth. I couldn’t see what was happening behind him, but I did feel movement on the bed again and then suddenly hands pushing my thighs far apart and upwards. A folded pillow was also pushed under my hips… Without realizing it, I had even willingly pulled my hips further up for it myself. Just seconds later, someone pushed his cock between my swollen, still-wet pussy lips and penetrated me in one thrust.
Woaaaawwwwwww… They took me in a threesome! How hot! They had apparently listened closely to Patrick’s stories about my fantasies. Wonderful!
Two fantasies united!
I sucked like crazy while the man between my thighs used me selfishly for his own pleasure. That is what a whore is for, of course. You don’t have to warm a whore up or make her enjoy herself. That is not what you pay her for. And here I lay. What a hot sight this would have been for any onlookers.
With his hands in the folds, I was pinned into the mattress with my knees on either side of my shoulders. I was spread wide and open. That way, my client’s cock now penetrated super deep inside me.
Both my clients used me hard.
I felt the man I was blowing start fucking me in the mouth. He was really going for a rock-hard orgasm in my mouth.
The other one pounded in and out of my already well-prepared pussy until he shouted ‘Yesssss!!!’ with a loud moan and stiffened. I felt him collapse on top of me as his orgasm surged through him. As he relaxed, the man fucking my mouth started panting louder. He increased his pace even further, and as he grabbed me by my hair with one hand, I felt his cock start pulsating in my mouth until his cum shot into my throat in strong streams. He kept sliding me over his squirting cock in this humiliating grip while yelling at me that I was a horny whore and had to swallow all his cum. As if I wanted anything else!? OF COURSE I wouldn’t let a single drop go to waste. After he was completely done with me and left me with his cum in my mouth and on my lips, the other one also pulled his semi-erect cock out of my pussy. He took the condom off his dick and handed it to me with the words… ‘You are a real hot whore and we are going to use you often this holiday, slut’. Music to my ears…
As I looked at both of them, I licked the last drops of cum from my lips and told them in my horniest tone that they were welcome whenever they felt like it. They had to settle the bill with Patrick, I said.
While I handed them this invitation for a next visit, I had spread my legs wide and, with both hands, like an experienced porn actress, spread my labia for them. If possible even more enthusiastic than when they had arrived, they left elatedly back to the pool.
While I lay there catching my breath, my mobile suddenly rang…
It was Patrick, reporting that I was expected immediately in the men’s shower room.
I was not allowed to put on any clothes. I HAD to go there completely naked except for my stockings and boots—and nothing else. So exposed… and recognizable to everyone as a whore, he added.
My heart pounded in my throat… Had he gone completely mad, I thought. This might have been a campsite where they didn’t take the rules very seriously, but it was still a textile campsite.
I had secretly posed naked on the street and in parks for his camera before, but this was of a whole other caliber!
I wondered if I really wanted to do this, dared to do it, could do it?
In the end, I rearranged my stockings, smoothed my boots, put on my sunglasses, and with a lump in my throat, I was going to do what I was ordered to do. With a pounding heart, I opened the camper door and looked around for a moment.
I saw campers lying on their stretchers here and there, standing and talking, playing pétanque, hanging around… No children, I thought. That was important to me, after all. But then again… I reflected…
Who would go on holiday with children on this side… near Cap?! I also immediately noticed that the majority of the people out there were middle-aged to quite a bit older men. Damn it, I thought. And I have to trudge through here like a slut in my stockings and high knee boots just to get to the sanitary block!!?
The fear, the apprehension, the tension, the lust… everything surged through my body.
In a sudden burst of hastily gathered bravado, I stepped out of the camper and closed the door. I swallowed and swallowed… I felt like I could have died right there and then. Here I stood now… Open and exposed… Literally… No turning back, girl, I told myself to muster courage and started the 150 meters to the shower room.
Right from the start of my journey, I was being watched by everyone who could see me. Some with surprise, some didn’t dare look openly, others with a horny, lustful gaze… I heard whispering conversations. I caught all sorts of secretly spoken words in various languages. Horny whore, did you see the boots, woaaawwww what a hot chick, gosh… amazing, she’s got nerve…
I felt incredibly embarrassed and tense but kept myself upright. After 50 meters, I calmed down a bit and felt the tension turn into lust. I felt eyes burning on me, but I looked back and smiled… even winked. Regularly, I now received a horny wink and a hello, bonjour. I was even whistled at approvingly from time to time. I started to enjoy it outright, and as I noticed I was being watched, I started wiggling my butt suggestively as I passed by, swaying my hips. I pulled my shoulders back and stuck my breasts out nicely too, making sure they bounced up and down and back and forth with every step.
Woowww what a rush !!!
I almost regretted arriving at the restroom block. It was very crowded there and I was being scrutinized everywhere.
What was I supposed to do now? Was it really expected of me to just walk in to the men like this, in my bare pussy and whore boots, as if that were perfectly normal? Well… Standing outside and being inspected over and over again wasn’t that much different. Besides, my pussy was practically dripping with lust at the thought of everything I had already let happen to me today and what was yet to come.
Then the realization hit me that, for whatever reason I had to come here, after such an adventure, this was just another thing I could handle.
After all, I had never gone as far as I did today.
And I was only too happy to admit…
I had enjoyed it immensely. And… back then I didn’t even know how much money I had already fucked my way to!
Swallowed hard again, and I stepped into the men’s block.
Quite a few men were standing there together. The sound dropped for a moment, and I was openly looked at from head to toe. Here and there, a hand disappeared behind the elastic of a pair of swimming trunks to rearrange a fast-growing cock. Apparently, my choice of clothing had the intended effect.
From a bit further back in the room, a completely unknown older man with a round belly approached me and said in German… So… you must be Cathy… there you are… just follow… He put his arm around my hips and squeezed my bare ass tightly. I hadn’t been thinking rationally for a long time and obediently did what was asked of me. The man led me to a small group of 5 other ‘kindred spirits’. All between 60 and 70 years old and, without exception, all with large bellies. As I was led into their circle, I felt hands moving all over me.
Hands went over my butt, over my breasts, and between my thighs over my pussy. In the midst of the group, I stepped into an oversized shower room. The kind you often see for families with children. I was led to a fixed wall table and felt myself being lifted and spread out on the table. The hands continued to caress and knead me all over, and my thighs were pushed up and apart.
I felt hands on my pussy and fingers penetrating me and working my clit.
God, I was so horny!
I felt dirty and cheap (although it would turn out later that I was precisely NOT THAT). Undoubtedly, I was going to be gang-banged here by 6 older men with big bellies. Something I had always fantasized about but also thought I would never actually do. And now I lay here and noticed that I, too, was becoming more active amidst the horny comments and touches.
I reached around to feel their cocks. I wanted to know what I was dealing with. I had become hornier than ever before and was determined to let myself go completely now and enjoy my ultimate fantasy. A head disappeared between my thighs and I felt an experienced tongue begin licking my already well-used pussy. My big labia, my clit, then deeper into my pussy again… blissful. He really made me enjoy myself. Lips and hands moved over my breasts, over my sensitive, erect nipples. My pussy surged and I knew that even without the licking, I would be soaking wet now and ready to be fucked by all those old cocks. Two of the men turned me over so that I lay on my stomach on the table. My legs trembling and my knees shaking, back on the floor. I felt a cock being rubbed between my labia from behind and also felt a thick beer belly pressing against my full ass. When he was the first of this group to penetrate me, my mouth went wide open in wonder and pleasure. Damn, that old guy had a huge thick cock. As I opened my mouth, another guy took advantage of the situation to shove his dick into my mouth. Two others had gathered beside him and were jerking off their cocks. What a good feeling. On one side, a thick cock, heavily panting and thrusting at a rapid pace into my spacious cunt, calling me a hot horny whore in German, and next to me, a cock thrusting into my mouth. With one free hand left, I grabbed hold of one of the other cocks and jerked him off even harder. Luckily, the group had stocked up on condoms, because if they had wanted to fuck me without them, I wouldn’t even have been able to resist, and my darling would have gotten me back with a cunt overflowing with the cum of… uh uh uh… I lost count… How many fucks?
Growling and slapping his fat belly against me, the first one came inside my cunt. He pulled out immediately and his place was taken by the next one. The first one tied a knot in his filled condom and laid it down next to me on the table. He thanked me and nonchalantly went to take a shower. He disappeared before I felt number two empty himself into his condom. The story repeated itself and numbers three, four, and five all emptied themselves into brand-new prostitute Cathy. For the last one, I turned around on the table again. I pulled my knees up high and spread my thighs. That way, he had a view of my terribly used cunt. Eight men had already made use of my services today, and that was undoubtedly abundantly clear from my fucked-out cunt. I invited the last of the group, whom I estimated to be slightly older than 70, and said… “Come and fuck your whore. I want to feel your fat cock in my fucking hole!!!” I want to be your slut!!! Fill me up!!! That certainly didn’t fail to have its effect. He couldn’t get his slightly smaller cock into me fast enough. I felt him shiver all over with nervousness. Once his little cock was inside my spacious fuck-box and he started thrusting, I realized he wasn’t exactly tight. Suddenly I realized… I am a whore… Then I have to do my job as well as possible and help him. I wasn’t lying here for my pleasure, but for my client’s! While he was nervously pumping his little cock inside me, I stroked his hair and squeezed his nipples while I spouted the dirtiest talk. It clearly didn’t fail to have its effect, because he needed no more than a mere 5 minutes before he, too, ejaculated inside me. A little embarrassed, he let his cock slip out of me, rolled off his condom, and put it with the pile. And with a mumbled ‘Danke’ and a smile, he too disappeared to a shower.
Stilaan daalde ik terug van mijn wolk af. Ik wist niet wat ik moest denken van wat er vandaag al allemaal gebeurt was maar ik wist uit ervaring dat ik het de komende uren en dagen wel een plaatsje zou kunnen geven.
Op dat moment voelde ik de vermoeidheid een beetje zijn intrede nemen. Maar los daarvan voelde ik me momenteel best goed. Ik had meerdere van mijn fantasieën op een paar uur tijd bewaarheid, had meermaals de kick van mijn leven gehad, was ontelbare keren klaargekomen, was vandaag geneukt door bijna evenveel mannen dan in mijn hele leven daarvoor bij elkaar. En ik had al de gevulde condooms gekregen om te bewijzen dat ik vandaag een echte hoer was geworden en mijn werk goed had gedaan. Ik nam ze allemaal bij het knoopje vast en liet ze verder voor iedereen duidelijk zichtbaar uit mijn hand bengelen. Met deze duidelijk alle 5 met zaad gevulde condooms in de hand, stapte ik met mijn rood gekneusde blote lichaam en nog steeds enkel in mijn hoerenlaarzen en kousen ‘gekleed’, opnieuw uit de mannendouches de buitenlucht en de weldoende zon tegemoet. Dit keer had ik geen schroom meer en WILDE ik zo gezien worden. Ik stapte nu over de camping… rustig, ontspannen, met mijn brede kont draaiend… en trots op de trofeeën in mijn hand.
Ik maakte reclame terwijl ik bewust langzaam de 150 meter naar onze camper aflegde.
Alle mannen op de camping moesten zien waar ze deze hoer konden vinden. Allemaal mochten ze me nu de hele vakantie lang komen neuken, gebruiken,…
Mijn kut en pijpmond waren van hen die er bij mijn schat en pooier voor betaalden.
Before we traveled on to our final destination, I enjoyed my new ‘job’ for a full week at the campsite.
After the vacation, we would head back home, and for friends and family, for colleagues and neighbors, I would once again be the good mom, wife, and girlfriend. At least they couldn’t take away my adventure and the €7,000 (which I had apparently earned).
We were one memory richer. Would this have a sequel now that I had already bitten the bullet?
I had actually gotten quite used to it by now and continued to find it super hot with every new client to add yet another one to my rapidly growing tally.
I found it extremely pleasurable and sooooo much hotter than in my fantasies.
It would be quite easy to come up with a way for me to just keep “working” once I got home, right?… I wondered.
By now, my regular readers already know that a sequel was indeed coming and continues to come day after day.
Xxx