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I sat on the sofa, heart pounding like never before, as I listened to Anna getting ready upstairs. She spent a good 30 minutes in the shower, hearing her footsteps as she walked to the bedroom, followed by 5 minutes of hair drying.
It was quiet for a bit except for the occasional creak of a floorboard whenever she moved around the room.
As I sat, I started thinking about what was about to happen. The consequences of it. Sure, she’d lied. Lied about cheating, lied when she got home from her first night as a whore, and kept this incredible secret porn career quiet for 10 years. Despite all that, I’d still never leave her.
I knew she’d tell me eventually, that once I started asking or letting her know I knew certain things she’d open up. I’d already forgiven her for the cheating, without having to discuss any of it, after all, I was also responsible. I knew she was highly sexual, she’d hinted about things, even starting to outright ask, yet I’d been to chicken shit to do anything about it.
While she certainly held the majority of the responsibility for her actions, some of the blame was still mine. Besides, I’d found it all a big turn on. A little extra humiliation to add into the mix.
But now? Now I was about to let her walk out that door and get potentially knocked up by God knows who. Certainly John. That dirty old fuck had made it clear that this was like all his Christmases and birthdays rolled into one. Could I really let this happen? What would Anna say? Knowing that I knew beforehand?
I thought back to what Brian had said. Anna had told him about her breeding kink. “In all the time I’ve been fucking her,” he’d said. I knew it was true because she’d fantasised about it while we’d been having sex. What’s more, when I listened to her getting fucked by Tom over the phone, he’d said to her that he wanted to do it. She’d responded by sounding even more turned on.
My cock was rock hard as I sat there, waiting. I’d have to make a choice soon. It was 5:30 and Anna would be down any minute. Brian was picking her up at 6pm.
Anna walked down the stairs and she looked stunning. Her make-up done, hair full of body, bouncing as she made her way down the steps.
She was wearing an incredibly sexy black dress that I’d never seen her in before.
If you want to know the exact dress then I went and checked. Google ‘hanaoops ruched bodycon sleeveless irregular hem’. That should give you a good idea how hot she looked.
The way the hem came up at the side meant she couldn’t wear stockings, but her bare legs were so sexy. She wore these new black fashion dance shoes, with a 5 inch heel, that laced up at the front.
To finish the look she carried a black clutch handbag and was wearing her sex slave collar.
Anna sat down beside me on the sofa. She smelt amazing. The scent of her perfume gave me butterflies.
She giggled as I gawped at her.
“That’s the kind of reaction I wanted,” she laughed, placing a light kiss on my lips, being careful not to smudge her dark red lipstick.
Anna noticed me glancing at the collar.
“Brian said I was to wear it tonight,” she said, lightly touching it with her fingertips. “He’s taking me out for a couple of drinks before going back to his place.”
“Look,” I started to say.
Anna’s phone beeped, cutting me off, as I heard a car pull up outside. He was early.
Anna stood and she knew I wanted to say something. Instead of letting me speak, she said something first.
“Don’t “look” me. You could have broken Brian’s rules anytime you wanted to. It’s not like we haven’t done it before.” There was a slight edge to her voice, “I’ve been desperate for sex for weeks and you’ve just let me walk around frustrated. Well, it’s too late to fuck me now. I’m going to ride Brian’s cock hard all night.”
She leant over, put her hand on my crotch, gave my hard cock a gentle squeeze, and whispered in my ear.
“Now you get to wait. Frustrated. Just like I’ve been.” She said it in such a sultry voice, “If you’re lucky, maybe I won’t be completely used up by the time I get home.”
She licked my ear and stood up. A sexy little smile playing across her red lips with one eyebrow raised. Then she turned and left.
I was so stunned that I just sat there, missing my opportunity to watch them through the window as they drove off.
Anna closed the front door behind her. The neighbour on the left, the one the house wasn’t connected to, was removing shopping bags from the boot of his car.
“Hi,” he said.
“Hi,” Anna replied politely.
Anna saw his eyes were wide, taking in her outfit, scanning her up and down. This, along with the cool night air, made her nipples stand up, pushing against the tight fabric.
She felt extremely sexy tonight. With no sex and no orgasms for so long, Anna was sure Brian had something naughty planned. She’d decided to go all out with tonight’s look. Slutty party girl.
Brian wasn’t waiting in his car, rather in the backseat of an Uber that was parked up on the curb. She got in and slid across to the middle, right next to him.
“Mmmm,” Brian said, taking in her outfit, “you look delicious.”
He ran one hand up her bare thigh while gently exploring her mouth with his tongue.
Brian broke the kiss and Anna turned to put her seat belt on. Out the window she could see the neighbour still watching her.
“Well, there goes our little secret.” She thought to herself. Honestly, she was surprised he had seen anything before now. The neighbours on the other side, the ones connected to their house, had certainly heard all the sex.
The car journey lasted maybe 20 minutes. Brian held her hand while they chatted, but made no moves to start touching her.
They got out at a bar, passing two large doormen on their way in. She saw them checking her out as she passed, smiling at her. Anna smiled back, feeling very naughty.
Over the next 3 hours Brian proceeded to get her drunk. She hadn’t had a drink since her date with Tom months ago and the alcohol hit her quickly.
The bar was very busy and very loud. Brian encouraged her to go and dance while he watched her from their stools at the end of the bar. He’d been kissing her and running his hand up to her silky panties for the past hour or more, and Anna was incredibly turned on already.
She danced in the crowd and soon had a man start dancing behind her, followed quickly by another in front. Anna didn’t turn or push them away, and, after a short time, encouraged by her lack of resistance, they started running hands over her body.
She would occasionally turn around, giving each the opportunity to grope her ass or kiss her neck, dancing with the music. She kissed both guy’s, letting them take turns to explore her mouth, and allowing them to put fingers in her wet pussy.
Anna spent 15 minutes dancing before leaving the two disappointing guys and returning to Brian.
“Little slut,” Brian said, leaning into her ear in order to be heard over the noise.
Anna just smiled back.
After another few drinks Brian said it was time to go. She asked to use the bathroom first but Brian told her to wait. As Anna got outside, the cold night air hit her and she realised how very drunk she was. Brian guided her around the corner of the bar’s building, shielded from the wind, and allowed them a good spot to watch out for the Uber.
Brian had her up against the wall and was kissing her while they waited.
“You’re going to be an obedient little whore for me tonight, aren’t you?” Brian whispered while kissing her neck.
“Of course, Daddy, I’m always obedient.” She purred back.
“I know you are. You’re a very good slut.” Brian’s hand was moving up the inside of her thigh.
Anna let out a light sigh as his hand moved into her panties.
“Mmm, that’s what I like,” Brian said quietly into her ear, “a nice wet, hungry cunt.”
He easily slipped a finger inside her.
“Do you want some cock in there?”
“Yes,” Anna was struggling to concentrate. It felt so good.
She watched as a few people walked past. Men openly grinning at her, while most of the girls laughed or looked at her like she was a slut.
The Uber arrived and they got in the back seat. Brian sent a text message. He gently kissed and teased her pussy the entire drive back to his. He’d stopped fingering her, instead rubbing her panties against her pussy, making them wet and sticky.
The Uber arrived at Brian’s and they got out, with him holding his hand for Anna to take as she stood up. She noticed two cars parked on the drive in between his house and John’s, and another parked on the curb in front of his house.
Brian paused, sending another message on his phone, as the car drove off. Anna had thought that he was going to offer her to the driver, but, disappointingly, that hadn’t happened. Most times she wore her collar she’d ended up being used by the driver.
“OK,” Brian said, putting his phone in his pocket, “let’s go.” He took her hand, leading her to the front door.
It was quiet when they entered the house. Anna felt both extremely drunk and turned on in equal measure. He took his coat off and, taking her hand, led her upstairs. They didn’t enter the bedroom, as she was expecting, instead he brought her into the bathroom.
“Still need the toilet?” Brian asked her, pulling on the bathroom light cord.
“Oo, yes.” Anna replied, realising how desperate she was to go.
Brian didn’t leave. Instead he got something out of the bathroom cabinet.
“Here, test yourself.” He said, handing it to her. It was an ovulation test. The same type that she had at home.
Brian sat on the edge of the bath, waiting.
Anna opened the kit, got out a stick, pulled her panties down, and sat on the toilet. In no time at all a big gush of pee was hitting the water. She peed on the end of the stick, and, once finished, she handed it to Brian as she dried herself and pulled her panties back up. They felt cold and wet as they rested against her pussy.
He placed the stick on the edge of the bath next to his phone. The phone had the stop watch going.
He pulled her to him and they started kissing. His head tilted up, Anna’s down to meet his mouth. She ran her hands through his hair as their tongues slowly caressed each other’s. Brian’s hands were slowly gilding up and down the backs of her thighs, occasionally giving her ass gently squeezes.
Anna was so horny. All she could think about was Brian’s cock going inside her. How big he was. How good it felt when he fucked her.
Brian picked up the stick after 5 minutes, handing it back to her.
“What does this mean?” He asked.
Anna tried to focus. The room was spinning a bit and she was really turned on.
“Two thick red lines mean I’m at peak ovulation, see?” She handed him the stick back, pointing to the lines, and showing him the results page from the box.
“OK,” Brian nodded, sending another message on his phone.
He stood up, putting his phone in his front pocket and the ovulation stick in his back. Taking her hand he led her back down the stairs.
Anna could hear the unmistakable sounds of porn coming from the front room. Her drunken mind was slow to process the information. She hadn’t heard them when she came in so someone must be in the living room in order to have turned it on.
They got to the bottom of the stairs and Brian stepped aside so she was in front, guiding her so she entered the living room first.
The first thing her addled brain registered were the men. John and four strangers were standing, watching her as she entered the room. Each had a bottle of beer and a few were smoking joints. The room stunk of strong weed. They’d stood up from the sofa and arm chair, both of which had been pushed up against the left wall.
The next thing she noticed, as her eyes travelled to the right, was an extremely large, dirty old mattress just laid in the middle of the floor. The sofa and arm chair had been pushed up against the walls, along with the coffee table, in order to give space to it.
Her eyes moved up, and right, from the mattress to see the porn playing on the TV. She was so drunk that at first it didn’t register. Then she frowned and her eyes suddenly went wide, accompanied by an audible gasp. That was her on the TV! It was one of her porn shoots!
The shock combined with the excessive alcohol made her brain unable to form any words or thoughts. Anna just froze, eyes wide, with the finger tips of one hand on her lips.
Brian moved behind her, taking her wrists and bringing them behind her back. Anna didn’t even notice. He held both wrists with one hand, bringing his left up to wrap around her throat.
The feeling of his hand immediately brought her back to reality. Making her submissiveness kick in and becoming very aware that John and four strangers were staring at her. The noise of her screams filling the room from the TV.
Anna remembered that porn shoot very well. What nobody, except the men involved in it, knew, was that she had basically been raped during it.
She knew going in that it was going to be a rough shoot, but it was far more brutal than anything she’d done up to that point. The director had smacked her ass so hard that he’d drawn blood. Then he’d fucked her ass. Very hard. Four other guys had joined in and Anna had repeatedly asked to stop.
She’d asked three separate times. Each time the director had encouraged her to carry on. By the third he’d just threatened her. He said they would cancel her return ticket and she wouldn’t get paid if she stopped. So, she’d let it happen. She did her best to close her mind to it while they battered her asshole, dp’d her, and pushed their cocks down her throat.
By the time she’d reached the ‘cum shot’ scene, she had just given up.
She felt totally used and abused after. Her body hurt everywhere and it took over a week for her to be able to sit without pain from her ass.
But, she’d started masturbating about it two days later. She felt disgusted with herself initially, but masturbated again a few hours later.
This carried on for two weeks and she had some of her best solo orgasms of her life.
When the scene was released she masturbated again while watching it over and over. They’d also cut it in a way to make it look like it wasn’t rape.
The initial scene she had done was just her and the director. She enjoyed it at first. He’d gone down on her and she sucked his cock. She even loved eating his ass out. It was her second time doing a shoot with him and she felt comfortable. But, then he’d started to get rougher and rougher.
They took that first scene and moved it to the end of the movie. It made it look like she’d carried on, enjoying herself, after the gangbang.
The manipulation made her feel cheap and dirty, adding to her excitement while she constantly played with herself as she watched it.
The drink, the hand around her throat, that particular movie, and the lack of sex, put her in an extremely submissive frame of mind. She felt shocked, embarrassed, but very, very, aroused.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, haven’t you Anna?” Brian said into her ear from behind, loud enough for everyone to hear him. “You’ve been keeping secrets from us.”
She looked at the men. John had that dirty pervert smile on his face. Grinning so wide she could see his yellow teeth.
The other four were a strange mix. The first man was tall, skinny, with white hair, blue eyes, and looked like he was in his 60’s.
The next was slightly shorter and in his mid 40’s. He looked a bit dirty. His dark brown hair was greasy, and he had very dark brown eyes that stared at her with an intensity. He had what looked like a week’s worth of growth on his face, more from lack of being bothered to shave rather than a deliberate style.
The third was fat, very fat, and looked to be in his 50’s. His head was shaved and he had small brown, piggy eyes. He was also slightly shorter than the last guy, maybe around 5’10”.
The last was a young guy in his 20’s. He was chubby, but not as much as the fat man, and very plain looking. He was the smallest of the lot, standing at about 5’8”. He was clean shaven, with mousey blond hair and light brown eyes.
None of them were in any way attractive. Anna figured she wouldn’t even register their existence if she saw them in the shop or passed them in the street.
“It’s quite the career you seemed to have had. Such a bad little girl.” Brian licked her ear softly. “But, we’ll talk about that another time.” He added with a whisper just for her.
“This is Anna,” He announced to the room of men, “As you can see from her work, she’s a degenerate little slag.”
The young guy and fat guy smiled at her, along with John. The other two just fixed her with an intense stare, looking her up and down.
“As hard as it is to believe, this little slut managed to find a loser to marry her,” Brian continued, “and he’s been trying to get her pregnant for the past few months.”
Anna’s drunken mind had not yet realised where this was going.
“But, being a pathetic little fag, he’s been unable to do it.”
Brian squeezed her throat a bit harder, making Anna release a little sigh of submission.
“That’s why you’re here, gentlemen, to help get her knocked up.”
It took a moment for Anna to register what he’d just said, she’d been busy looking from guy to guy, with occasional glances at the TV screen.
She tried to turn, to look at Brian, but he gripped her wrists and throat more firmly, holding her in place.
“Don’t you fucking move.” He growled into her ear.
He let go of her throat and reached behind. His hand re-emergence holding up the ovulation stick. Anna’s heart was starting to beat faster.
“She took a little test,” Brian said, first holding it up, then bringing his hand down to rest on her stomach, just below her belly button, on her womb, the stick in between his fingers. “She’s ripe. Ovulating right now. Ready to breed.”
The words, along with where Brian had just put his hand, had made Anna’s breath quicken. Her nipples were rock hard and pushing against her dress. She could feel the dampness of her panties against her pussy, which had just tightened up.
“No!” she said inside her head, “Don’t! This is too far! Tell him to stop!”
But no words came out. Instead, she watched as Brian held out the stick. John came and took it, a dirty smile on his face as he looked at Anna, and returned back to the group. He looked at the stick and passed it down the line for everyone to see.
“Those two red lines mean she’s at peak ovulation right now. She’s ready.” Brian looked at John, his hand gently rubbing her belly, “John here is going to pass around a few Viagra. If you’re interested in helping get this bitch knocked up, then take one. If not, well, have a safe journey home.”
Brian’s hand was back around Anna’s throat. She watched as John held out his hand and every guy, including John, took a blue pill and downed it with a swig of beer.
He walked back over to them and handed a fat joint to Brian. He took it and put it to Anna’s lips.
Anna took a big drag. He held it until she’d had 3 more, then John took it off him and returned to the group. Brian’s hand went back around her throat.
“Oh no, oh no, oh no,” Anna repeated quietly.
“Mmm, just let it happen,” Brian gently whispered into her ear while the men were busy picking tablets out of John’s hand. “Mark knows all about it. The porn, your breeding. He wants this to happen, and so do you. Give yourself over to it. You know you want to.”
Brian was nuzzling her neck, giving it soft bites that sent goosebumps over her body.
Anna was confused. Too drunk, too aroused, and too submissive to say anything or make a decision. The men were looking at her, waiting, taking pulls on their joints and swigging their beers. The weed had it her as well.
“Anna has been quite the little slut over the past few months.” Brian said, this time looking directly at the men. “She’s been gang fucked while dogging. She’s been paid for sex. And, not too long ago, she was raped in the woods.”
“You enjoyed being raped, didn’t you?” Brain said, turning his head to talk into her ear again.
When she didn’t respond Brian gave her throat a squeeze.
“Didn’t you.” He said it more insistently.
“Yes,” Anna breathed.
“Nice and loud, so everyone can hear. What did you enjoy?”
“I enjoyed being raped.” Anna said it louder, her voice trembling slightly. She felt her cheeks burning from shame.
Nobody said anything. The intensity she felt in the room was making her more turned on. No more smiles. Just lustful stares. Everyone was looking her over. The only noise was coming from the TV. Her screams filling the room as she was getting fucked in the ass. Anna bit her lip.
“Why don’t you all help her get underdressed?” Brian said.
He let go of her and gave her a little shove so she stumbled a step forward.
Immediately the guys were on her. John turned her head to him and pushed his tongue hungrily into her mouth. Anna felt the zip at the back of her dress undone and the dress itself started to get pulled down. She could feel hands over her body. Running up her thighs, squeezing her ass, groping her now exposed breasts.
Someone took hold of her ankle, bringing it up. One first, then the second, in order to have her step out of the dress. Next came her panties, and again, whoever was down there, made her step out of them.
John had started slobbering on her neck and the fat guy had taken his opportunity to stuff his tongue in her mouth. Her feet were moved further apart and she felt fingers pushed into her pussy.
“Fuck,” someone exclaimed quietly, “She fucking soaked down here. Feel that.”
More fingers, in, then out, everyone having a feel.
“Dirty slag.” She heard someone off to her left say.
Over the heavy breathing of the men she heard the squeak of a bottle being opened, followed by her ass getting lubed up. With fingers still inside her wet pussy she had more fingers roughly pushed into her ass. Unable to stop herself, Anna let out a lustful moan.
She was ashamed that she was this turned on. The shame made her start to struggle a bit, lazily trying to remove hands from her body. She was naked now except for the heels. Her feet almost a metre apart as the five men invaded every part of her.
John grabbed a handful of her hair, sharply pulling her head back. The fingers suddenly came out her ass as whoever it was took hold of her wrists instead, holding them tight behind her back. The other guys just carried on exploring her naked body.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” John hissed in her ear. At the same time, the guy behind, now holding her wrists tight with one hand, stuffed fingers back in her ass. The fat guy in front started licking her neck.
“Please,” Anna said in a hoarse voice, “I can’t.” It was all her drunken, lustful brain could come up with.
“That’s OK, princess,” John cooed into her ear, while licking her cheek, “We’ll make you.”
The fat guy in front had started to rub his wet fingers on her clit. It was confusing her. The pleasure of it all taking over her good reason. Fingers in her pussy and ass, the big fat guy licking her neck while he rubbed her clit. Someone else pulled hard on her nipples, and another squeezed her legs as his hands ran up and down them. She couldn’t focus and let out another soft groan. She opened her eyes briefly to see Brian off to the side, just standing and watching as he drank from a bottle of beer.
The fat man’s fingers came away as the young lad got down on his knees and started to eat her out. It felt amazing. He clamped his mouth around her pussy and she could feel his tongue moving in between her swollen lips.
The fat guy had stepped back, stroking his cock that was sticking out his fly, as he watched. She felt more fingers pushed into her ass, stretching it open.
“OK, that’s enough for now,” Brian announced.
Hands came away as Brian walked up. He grabbed her by the hair and all the men took a step back, allowing him room.
“Why don’t you all get undressed.” Brian said, leading Anna to the edge of the filthy mattress.
He forced her down to her knees, still holding onto her hair while he stood behind her.
“I got this specially for you.” Brian announced, again loud enough for everyone to hear. “I picked it up from the skip a week ago. Perfect for breeding a filthy whore on.”
From this close Anna could smell it. It stank. It had a horrible smell of b.o. and piss. The thought of being fucked on this disgusting thing made her feel even more degraded. Her pussy clenched in response.
“Fuck, look at that.” She heard someone from behind her say. “Her cunt is actually dripping.”
Anna put a hand under her pussy and felt a line of that sticky juice coming out of her.
“Crawl across it, then lie on your back. Pick a spot you can see the TV from. I want you to be able to see yourself getting fucked as you’re being filled up.” Brian said from above her.
Anna complied. Crawling on her hands and knees. The mattress felt damp under her palms.
She laid on her back, watching the now naked men move around to get a good spot from which to witness everything.
“Spread your legs, Anna, it’s time.” Brain said. She couldn’t see him anymore, he sounded like he was watching from the sofa behind her.
Anna hesitantly opened her legs. Her breath was coming quicker, her heart starting to beat harder. She couldn’t believe this was going to happen. She should stop it, but she also thought it wouldn’t make any difference if she did. Brian had told them she enjoyed getting raped. The knowledge that she had no say in what was about to be done with her turned her on even more. Instinctively, her hands came up to give her breasts and nipples a little squeeze.
“I’m first,” John said, getting on the mattress.
He knelt down between Anna’s legs, pulling them a bit wider.
“Please…” Anna begged him in a quiet voice. John just gave her his perverted smile. His fat lips wet with his spit as his little piggy eyes moved over her body.
Anna was in two minds. She didn’t want to consent to this, but she also didn’t want them to stop. She moved her hands away from her breasts and laid them, palms down, next to her.
John laid on top of her, his cock resting on the outside of her pussy. He moved his hips up and down, sliding his cock along her wetness.
“I found your porn, you dirty cunt,” John whispered into her ear. “So I get to breed you first.”
He moved his head down to suck on one of her nipples and licked his way back up. Resting on one forearm, he used his other hand to move her head so he was looking directly in her eyes.
“I’ve not cum all week. Been saving it up for you.” He gave her one extremely wet lick across her lips.
Anna opened her mouth slightly in response. She could smell his stale sweaty body odor over the stink of the mattress, and the mixture of tobacco and beer on his breath.
“I’ve wanted to get you knocked up ever since our first night together,” John said, as he continued spreading his saliva over her face with his tongue. “It’s gonna be me who seeds you. That cunt has always been mine and now I’m gonna put my baby in you.”
With that he shifted his hips and pushed his cock slowly up her.
“Yeah,” He breathed out a sigh as he buried himself, balls deep, in her soaking wet pussy.
“Oh my God, please..” Anna had closed her eyes, just letting it happen.
“Make sure you tell him,” John panted in her ear as he slowly moved his fat cock in and out of her, “Tell that faggot that it’s my baby, that it was me who impregnated his bitch.”
Anna groaned, her body responding to his deep, slow thrusts. Her legs moved up involuntarily, allowing him to get deeper inside.
“Oh yeah, you want it, you dirty fucking whore.” John panted in her ear. “I knew you did. God, I can’t wait to see that belly get bigger.”
He felt so big. Because she hadn’t had anything inside her for almost two weeks, and because she was tight due to what was happening, John’s already fat cock felt huge. She could feel him hitting her cervix every time he pushed deep.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck yeah, I’m going seed you, fucking whore.” John continued whispering into her ear as Anna stared at the ceiling, also breathing heavily, “Fuck you’re a filthy little cunt. I’m gonna breed you, bitch, I’m gonna fucking breed you.”
Anna looked down, over John’s hairy back, to see the other four men standing and watching. A few were stroking their cocks, everyone waiting their turn. Anna wrapped her legs around John’s back.
John brought his arms down and moved her legs over his shoulders, allowing him to get in as deep as possible. He was fucking her harder now, building up, thrusting hard and deep.
“Oh no, oh no,” Anna closed her eyes, half moaning, half begging, her body giving itself over but her brain telling her this was wrong.
From start to finish, John lasted about five minutes. He growled right in her ear as he thrust down hard, his cock pushing against her cervix. She felt him pump shot after shot of his cum inside of her, using his weight to get himself as deep as possible.
“Oh, fuck yeah, oh yeah, you dirty little cunt,” John gasped, still pushing himself in. “Have my baby, fuck.”
He stayed on top of her for at least a minute, his cock twitching every now and then, but staying fully hard.
She heard Brian chuckle from the sofa.
“I think you should let someone else have a go now, John. Share the fun.”
“Yeah, yeah, one second,” John said, looking deep into Anna’s eyes.
Anna knew he was staying on, and in her, in order to give his sperm the best chance of fertilising her egg. He was going to stay there as long as he could get away with.
After another 30 seconds or so Brian spoke again.
“John…” He said, amusement in his voice.
John pushed forward, pressing against her, then pulled out. He held her legs up, looking at her pussy, admiring his handy work. Then he moved off the mattress.
“Who’s got second?” Brian asked.
“Me,” said the dirty looking guy in his 40’s.
He was very hairy, even more so than John. Unlike John, he hadn’t shaved his cock or balls. With his greasy hair and general unkempt appearance, he gave off the impression that he just didn’t give a shit how he looked. He was barrel chested with big shoulders and strong arms.
As he got on the mattress, Anna looked at his hard cock poking straight out of his thick mound of pubic hair. He was circumcised and she guessed maybe 7 inches. He was reasonably thick but not as thick as John was.
He immediately got down between her legs, holding the base of his cock, heading straight for her pussy.
“No, wait, please, just wait,” Anna said, starting to get up.
John doing this to her was one thing, after all she had known him, and been letting him abuse her for months now, but a total stranger, whose name she didn’t even know, just seemed wrong. Like a step too far. She needed a minute to gather her thoughts, think through what she was actually doing. Her drunken, stoned brain trying to clear itself.
The man just grabbed her wrists, holding them above her head, putting his weight down on her, forcing her back down to the mattress.
“Shut the fuck up,” He growled into her ear, “it’s my fucking turn.”
“Oh God, no, please,” Anna mumbled, but without physically fighting back.
He held her wrists with one strong hand and reached down for his cock. He found her wet entrance, quickly and easily pushed himself inside her.
Anna looked over his shoulder at the three men still standing there, half wondering if they were going to help her. Instead she saw the fat guy say, “Yeah, take that bitch. Give it to her. Put that baby in there.”
Unlike John, who’d gone slow, wanting to feel every inch of her pussy, this guy just pounded on her. The slapping as his hips made contact with her seemed louder than her screams coming from the TV.
Anna didn’t resist. She just stared at the ceiling as this total stranger used her. She could feel her hard nipples rubbing on his chest hair and wetness on her asshole. Was that her pussy juice or John’s cum leaking out?
Since she was no longer struggling, he let go of her wrists, bringing one hand to her throat. He turned her head to the side and licked her cheek.
“Yeah, you fucking slag. I’m filling that cunt.” He growled into her ear, “I love fucking dirty slags. Go on, tell me to stop. No? You dirty fuck. God, your cunt feels good.”
As disgusting as he was, Anna couldn’t help but get turned on. She pulled her legs up higher and closed her eyes, biting her lower lip as she did.
“Fuck, look at her,” she heard the fat guy say, “she really does love it. Look at her face.”
Anna could feel an orgasm start to build.
The disgusting guy caje before she could, thrusting deep and hard into her with each shot of cum, shouting, “Fuck yeah!”, into her ear as he filled her. After the fourth deep thrust of ejaculation he laid panting and sweating on top of her.
“That’s a good little slut,” she heard Brian say from behind. “Just let it happen. Show Daddy what a good whore you are.”
He pulled out, rolling to his side and gingerly stood up, walking off out of her line of sight.
The young lad was next. He hardly had any body hair at all, a complete contrast to her last fuck. His cock wasn’t that big either, probably struggling to hit 5 inches, and fairly thin.
He tenderly kissed her neck as he settled down between her legs. Anna turned to look at him. She looked into his eyes, down at his lips, then back to his eyes. He leant in and kissed her. Anna kissed him back. She reached down, guiding his cock into her well used pussy.
If it hadn’t been for her hand holding him as he went in she probably wouldn’t know he had. She could hardly feel him inside her, but for some reason that really turned her on. She felt cheap.
Anna wrapped her legs around him, being careful not to stick him with her heels. He reached down and put his cock back into her. He must have slipped out and she hadn’t even noticed. He was resting up on his forearms, giving himself a good angle in which to carry on kissing her. Anna placed one hand on his smooth ass and the other she ran through the back of his soft mousey blond hair.
He kissed he slow and tenderly as he gently fucked her. Just pushing against her hips rather than rising up and coming back down. Anna shifted slightly, moving her hips down and up, getting into a good position to feel her clit rubbing on his tubby belly.
It worked and soon she was moaning quietly into his mouth, his tongue licking over hers, around her teeth, exploring her whole mouth.
Anna’s orgasm was getting closer. She stopped kissing him and nibbled his ear. Opening her eyes she looked directly at the fat man. He was stroking his cock with a disgusting perverted smile on his face. His cock was bigger than John’s, 7 inches, maybe more, but he was much thicker, almost a match for Brian.
The look he was giving her sent Anna over the edge. Giving her her first orgasm in almost a week.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t a big one. She tried pulling the young guy down harder onto her clit by grabbing both his ass cheeks, but the contact wasn’t hard enough. She had a small, gentle orgasm, which made her feel more frustrated than satisfied.
Anna moved her hands up, taking the young guy’s face between them, and pushed her tongue into his mouth. After a bit of kissing she started whispering into his ear. She needed him to cum so she could get the fat guy’s fat dick in her.
“Mmm, you’re such a good kisser. You’ve got me so horny, baby.” Anna purred into his ear, “Come on, breed me. I’m ready for it. My egg is waiting for your cum. Put that baby inside me. Come on, honey, breed my ripe pussy.”
It worked. “Oh fuck!” He groaned into her ear, pushing in as much as he could. Anna felt so slutty and sexy.
“When did it switch?” She wondered to herself, “I didn’t want this before, but now I’m encouraging it. What happened?”
She wasn’t sure. Her drunken horny mind was only interested in chasing her next orgasm. The fact that she was ovulating, that these strangers were here to breed her while her rape porn was blaring out the TV, just made everything more intense.
After the young lad got off it was the turn of the oldest guy. His tall, skinny, smooth frame got onto the mattress. His cock was at least 7 inches but was rather thin. Anna was hoping the fat cock of the big guy was going to be next, but she’d have to wait. She glanced to the side and saw John sitting in the arm chair against the wall. He was slowly wanking his cock while he watched. She wondered how long he’d been sitting there?
The old guy knelt down in between her feet that were resting on the mattress. She had them planted flat, with the heel and her toes against the fabric, accentuating her long legs. He took hold of her left foot and brought it up to his face. She watched as he closed his eyes and sniffed her foot. He licked the toes that were poking out the end of the shoe, running his wet tongue over each one individually.
It was hot. Anna loved it when a guy had a particular fetish. She’d never been with a guy who had a foot fetish before, but watching him unashamedly embrace it was so sexy. Her left hand came up to play with her aching nipple, teasing and pulling on it.
Next he rubbed it over his cock and balls. Anna just relaxed her leg and allowed him full control, her right hand moved down to feel her pussy. It was totally drenched. She felt the smooth texture of cum between her finger tips, noticing that it had run down over her asshole. Anna shifted her hips a bit and realised the bed underneath was soaked.
The old man found the zip to the shoe on her heel and undid it. He removed the shoe, putting it right up to his nose and mouth, breathing it in. Discarding it to the side he next did the same with her bare foot. Sniffing along the sole, around her toes, before slowly licking it all over.
Anna was gently rubbing her clit as she watched him, mesmerised by what he was doing. He didn’t seem the least bit bothered that other people were there. In fact, he hadn’t even looked at her while he indulged himself.
After repeating the same process with her other foot, he held her ankles and placed the soles of her feet along the length of his cock. He started humping, pushing her feet tight against his shaft.
Anna was close to coming. She was moaning softly, twisted her left nipple until it hurt, moving her fingers fast across her swollen clit. The guy moved her feet again, this time putting the top of her left foot under his balls, her toes pushed against the underside of his ass crack. He brought her right foot back to his mouth, giving the soles of her foot long very wet licks.
“Oh yes, oh yes,” Anna moaned, working her clit hard, “I’m going to cum! I’m coming!”
Anna’s orgasm spread out from her clit like a wave, filling her body with pleasure. She let out a loud sigh as the satisfaction of a decent orgasm gave her some much needed release.
She was flushed and breathless when she opened her eyes. The old man smiled at her then moved down, holding his cock, aiming for her pussy.
He went inside her easily. Loose and wet, he slipped straight up her.
Anna couldn’t even feel him. Just the steady smack of his hips against hers. She brought her feet up, resting the soles on his back, and gently ran them up and down.
He shifted position, pushing her legs closer to her body, her calves resting on his shoulders. Instead of pile driving her like John had done, he sat back on his knees and held her ankles. He’d alternate between bringing one to his face, then the other, smelling and licking them in turn.
Anna rubbed her right foot over his chest and pushed the toes of her left into his mouth.
The old man groaned around her toes, pushed deep and shot his load into her pussy. He slowly moved his hips back and forwards as he coated her insides.
He gently planted kisses over her left foot before pulling out and walking away.
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