An innocent development.

Synopsis:

It started that day, after a two towel soaking session online with a wicked scene involving forced breeding.

Still dripping, I scurry up to our bedroom. Little realising it could lead to the most fearful rape, right in front of my Hubby.

Caution. nc, rp, humiliation, violent, nasty.

Not for re-use.

Adulterated by Enteme

I break out the dildo hidden in my drawer, under my lingerie, wrapped in thick layers of fabric. No one must ever know it’s there. I can’t even force myself to think of the disgrace its discovery would cause. My husband… My husband would probably consider divorcing me. But my sons… dear God, I won’t even think about it.

I unwrap the dildo. My hands tremble slightly. I am very aroused. Pornography is designed for men, but, heavens forgive me, it works on me too. I need to bring myself off now. I am too aroused, too wet and horny right now to just use my fingers on my clit. No, I need to go all the way. This is what the dildo was purchased for, bought at a counter in the store with the red lights on, my face blushing as I was paying in cash and nervously glancing left and right.

It’s out. My God, I am always shocked anew by how big and nasty it actually is. This is not just a dildo, this is a thick, ten inches long slab of pink plastic, ribbed and designed to give your cunt that special treatment and make you scream as you cum. It was designed for whores with cunts that can’t get off on normal-sized cocks, whores who need it big and rough. My God, am I really such a slut? When you pass me in the street as I go shopping or to church with my family, do you look into my eyes and see a slut leering back at you?

Because I am. Yes, I am, because I need it. I need it right now. I can’t just put my fingers into my panties, press my lips together tight and have a silent, decent, but still sinful solitary orgasm. I have been watching those short porno clips people get from the Internet for almost an hour now and I am so hot and wet that I need something really hard. I need something big and thick in my cunt. I need to fuck myself like a whore, until I cum screaming.

I take my clothes off. The dress, the bra, the pantyhose are thrown on the floor by the bed. The panties, oh God, look how wet they are. God, what a fucking slut this woman is! I roll the soaked fabric between my fingers. I bring them closer to my face and the strong, musky scent hits me. Oh God!

I lie on the bed, completely naked. There is no need to rush it. The kids are out of town and my husband won’t be home another three hours or so. I have this time all to myself. Me and Mr. Dildo are going to have some fun.

I kiss the warm plastic and stroke my face with this large, pink cock.  I touch the insides of my thighs with the fingers of my other hand and I can feel how wet I am down there. I need it, I need it there, deep inside me. I need it to penetrate me, to impale me, to cut my breath and send my hips up in a savage spasm of raw pleasure. But not just yet. The more I wait, the better it gets.

I slide the dildo across my breasts, touching the nipples, making them so painfully hard. I put it in my mouth, suck it deep into my throat, until I feel very uncomfortable with it, I take it out and spit on it. I rub my nipples with it. Oh, Jesus, God, this feels so good. I close my eyes.

*

“Do you come here often?”  Could be what the large man in dirty jeans is saying but I can’t quite make him out with all the music and noise of this bar.  I just smile in reply. A very suggestive, telling smile. That functions way better than words in situations like this. After all he can tell what I am here for from a mile away, there’s no sense in playing shy, is there? I am wearing very heavy make-up, partly to conceal that I am well into my thirties and partly because I know it will attract just the kind of men I am looking for. They will get the message even though I might not be saying anything to them verbally. Of course, my attire helps my cause. The thin blouse I am wearing can barely contain my breasts (breasts of a long term weaning mother squeezed, packed into a very tight push-up bra) and I got all kinds of indecent words thrown at me on my way to the bar.

The high heels make my legs look so perfect – long, slender, sexy and the barely-there leather miniskirt rounds up the package. Yes, my outfit screams ‘slut’ to everyone within a mile radius. And this is even before they can tell I am not wearing any panties.

My drinking buddy will soon learn this, however because he’s taken the cue and is switching to mostly non-verbal communication. He downs a lager and then casually grabs my large bottom.  I am frozen for a second, because I know that anyone who cares to look will now see him massage my butt-cheeks.  But I smile at him, seductively. Like a good whore.

His big hand keeps squeezing my flesh as he leans over to shout into my ear.  He tells me how wet I am. Like I don’t know that.  I rock my hips slowly as his fingers go up my cunt.  I am forcing myself not to think about the fact that probably half the bar have their eyes on my ass by now.

He has a room upstairs. He would like to know whether I‘d care to join him for some private fun.  I have had too many brandy & cokes in me and so much pussy juice smeared between my legs that I couldn’t say no. I whisper into his ear, saying some extremely nasty things.  He smiles and shouts back at me. He promises to fuck me so hard he’ll rip my cunt in two.

I blush. I don’t know whether anyone else was able to hear his promise but it’s enough to know that it almost made me cum on the spot to make me feel embarrassed, humiliated at just how much of a whore I can become. If only my husband could see me now, following my lover for tonight through the crowd, my leather skirt not even properly covering my pussy any more. I am his for tonight, his for the taking.  My heart pounds heavily and my legs are not easy to control, especially taking into account those thin, high heels I’ve put on to look like a proper slut.

My man waves at his friend standing at the other end of the room and I see him smiling back, nodding and following us up the stairs. Oh, my God, my God, Enteme, this might turn out to be more than you bargained for…

*

I slide the dildo up and down my belly now, then pushing it lower, between my pussy lips, across my clit and beyond. It feels so good.  So slippery and wet down there. I have to move it slowly because otherwise I’ll cum right away and it’s not time yet.

I put my finger into my mouth and suck on it. When it’s sufficiently wet, I spread my legs wider and push it into my anus.  I moan aloud as it penetrates my tight ass.  I never ever had anal sex with a man.  My husband even frowns upon the notion of oral sex and mentioning something like this to him would be openly asking for trouble (perhaps even exorcism?), so my asshole is tight and having my finger up it makes me feel very full. And so dirty. Slowly, I stroke my pussy lips and my clit with the ribbed hunk of plastic in my hand, as I gently fuck my ass with my finger. Such a slut. Such a slut.

*

He has me on my knees almost before I can make out what the room looks like. It’s nothing to write home about anyway, dirty floorboards (and I am kneeling on them), dimmed light in one corner, old, torn posters on the wall… No time to analyse the environment as my man demands I give his crotch my full attention.

His jeans go down and I am faced with the biggest cock I have ever seen.  It’s long, it’s thick and it’s menacing and beautiful.  It’s much bigger than my husband’s cock, that much is sure.

I take it in my hand and I could scream from pleasure just feeling that magnificent piece of meat throb and get harder from my touches.  I pull the foreskin back and see tiny drops of precum making their way out of the hole on the head. God, I could lick this thick, hot shaft for hours.

But my lover has other plans. Obviously, his idea of foreplay is a bit simpler than mine. He grabs my hair and shoves his cock into my mouth, pulling my head into his crotch.  His instruction is of course to ‘suck on it’, adding the word ‘bitch’ in case I have any illusions about the ways he sees me.

I almost choke on his meat as he sticks it deep into my throat.  I grab the part that is still outside my mouth and hold on it, to ensure he doesn’t go all the way down.  I love big cocks, but being able to breathe is still a priority.

Regardless, he still pushes in. Hard. He pulls my head onto his cock at the same time. ‘Suck it, baby, suck it, yeah’ are his words, but I am doing less sucking and more swallowing and fighting my gag reflex as he brutally fucks my face.  At the same time, I am vaguely aware that his friend has joined us in the room and he's also taking his clothes off.

*

I push the dildo in and for a while I only keep the tip inside my cunt. It feels so good to just have it in there, at the entrance, feel the muscles relax, knowing the proper penetration is yet to come. I play with my nipples. I squeeze them very hard, even using my fingernails. It hurts, but, God, it hurts so good.

*

Of course, you take whores from behind and this is how my lover decides to have me. There is no tenderness in this process, this is not lovemaking. He pushes me to the floor and rolls my skirt up. Before I can say anything, I feel the enormous head of his, now very hard cock pushing between my lips. ‘Oh, God…. Oh, God, please, go slow, you’re too big…’ Not that he listens.  Not that I expected him to.  To him, I am just a whore who suddenly feels the inexplicable need to do some work free of charge. He will take the opportunity, of course, but that doesn’t mean he’ll ask me to marry him afterwards.

I scream a scream of (plenty of) pain and (some) pleasure as he pushes into me. He’s big and thick and careless and this is the fuck I came here to find. Have it, Enteme, have all of it if you can. I scream a bit more, begging him to go easier on me but this is soon cut short by another cock getting buried deep in my mouth. My friend’s friend apparently grew tired of waiting his turn and, besides who says the mouth should be used for foreplay only? He fucks my mouth as hard as his buddy fucks my poor cunt and now I am being seriously pounded from both sides, my eyes filling with tears as I fight the pain in my nether regions and the enormous cock gagging me from the front.

*

It can go deeper now, but still I do it slowly. The dildo is so thick, so long, so beautiful and I am so wet and horny and it feels so god to just fuck myself slowly, carefully, letting out loud, happy moans of fantastic pleasure.

Until… Oh God, what was that sound?

*

No, no, no, it can’t be!! It can’t be my husband, it’s too early for him to be home.

I lift my head from the pillow so I can hear better and surely enough, there are sounds coming from downstairs. Voices, more than one. He IS back home and he is not alone.

My God, my God. How? Why? I push the dildo under the pillow.  Will have to remember to remove it later, lest I want my husband finds it there in the evening.

I can now hear him call out my name from downstairs. Oh God, what’s happening? No time, no time, I have to get down there because if he gets up here I am dead.  Finished.

The pantyhose and the bra and the panties, no time, I push them under the bed. Just barely have time to put the dress on, it’ll have to do. I’ll see what this is all about and then I’ll excuse myself and get back here to put some more clothes on.

‘Coming, honey!!’

My voice is raspy, rough. Of course, all that moaning I did, moaning like the cheapest porno slut.  I look in the mirror and I am terrified by what I see. My face is red, my hair in total disarray and oh God, my nipples are totally showing. I look down, half-expecting to see the stain on my crotch from all the cunt juice, but mercifully nothing there… yet.  No time, I have to run.

I try to control my pace as I descend the stairs, there is no sense in looking like I am in a hurry to get there, right?  Let’s just hope no one notices my breathing and my hairstyle and… those nipples that just won’t go soft.

There he is, my husband, there he is. Oh God, he doesn’t look happy. No, not happy at all. Is it so obvious what I have been up to?  Usually he is completely blind to whatever I do, even though I assume he is aware of the way men look at his wife in the street and in the restaurant and in the mall and in the church and… But he never ever said anything. Never.

‘So there you are…’

‘Honey what…’

I look around and I don’t understand anything. Who are these people? My husband is a conservative suburban gentleman, what is he doing bringing three suspicious looking youths to our home? Moreover, two of them are black, one of them Hispanic, all of them in their early to mid twenties. What happened?

‘What... what happened?’

Perhaps… perhaps there was a traffic accident. Yes, that would explain this unusual situation. I open my mouth to ask my husband about it but I realise he is completely ignoring me. Instead he talks to the men.

‘As I said, she’s yours to do whatever you feel like, help yourselves to the goods, gentlemen’.

I can’t believe my ears. He did not just say what I think he said. There’s something wrong with my head, there must be. I open my mouth again.

But the three step up to me, grinning like maniacs. Rows of white teeth on black faces.

‘I… NO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING???’

Oh, no, God, no, this can’t be happening. How can this be? This can’t be happening, no…

I scream. This time it’s not a scream of passion.. This time it’s a scream of sheer blind panic.  It doesn’t help. Their hands are all over me in just a few seconds. I try to back away up the stairs but they already have me. I try to defend myself, thrashing at them blindly but there are three young, muscular men against a mid thirty’s soccer mom.

‘No! No! Please!!! Please!! Let me go!’

Black hand covers my mouth.  Other hand holds my arms suspended behind my back. Other hands crawl all over my body. Then the sound of ripping fabric fills the room. They are tearing off my clothes, my God, they are animals.

I scream and scream through tight fingers as my dress is being torn and my heavy breasts spill from the shreds of fabric.  My screams are muffled by the hand over my mouth, though, and the sound of laughter of my three assailants is echoing around the room.

‘Just like that, boys, just like that, she’s yours for the taking!! Give it to her hard and without mercy!! I’ve suffered enough of her whorish conduct in public!!’

My husband sounds like a madman. My God, he is mad, insane. He… Oh, my God, he planned this? This is his revenge?  For… for what?  What does he know? What does he think I do?

No time to dwell on these thoughts, no time… Strong hands grab my legs and they are lifted from the floor, then spread. And there’s nothing I can do, nothing. I am being held tight.  I am totally at their mercy and no matter how hard I try to bring my thighs together, no matter how I wiggle in the arms of the one holding me from the back, I can not break free or prevent them from having a good look at my body.

‘No! No! No! No! No!…’ I scream but to no avail. The youth in front of me drops his pants and I can see his penis is extremely hard. No, God, no, please, not like this, no.

He penetrates me as his friend holds me for him. His large, black cock is buried deep into my vagina and I feel such shame… such shame.  Because I am still wet and relaxed from all the masturbation I did and it makes me look like I am aroused. My God, like I am aroused by being a victim of gang rape!!

‘Man, the bitch is totally open.’ He comments as he pushes into me. He is very big.  ‘Mr. Evans was right, she definitely is a total fucking whore.’

No, no, no… I want to tell them, I want to… No… I don’t want to tell them, no… Oh God… The shame, the shame of it all overtakes my whole being and the thick black penis pounding mercilessly at my pussy is not what makes my eyes full of tears. It’s the shame.

‘Oh, yes, Enteme’ shouts my husband like a religious leader falling into righteous rage. ‘Oh, yes, you definitely are a whore! How long did you think I’d stand all the humiliation you subjected me to?  Eh?  All those dirty ideas you bring to our bed, where did you pick them all, eh?  The way you act in the street, do you think I’m blind, whore? Do you take me for such a fool?’

Suddenly, the hand that was covering my mouth is gone and I can now breathe easier. But I use this chance to scream.

‘Nooooo!!!!’

This is all I can think of.  The only word that makes sense.  My husband’s harsh words, the rape, the only word that makes sense is ‘no’.

And, yet, there is no sense as all three men laugh at me and the one fucking my pussy seems to be getting even harder from my screams and pleas.  My husband… he steps up to us, a grimace of such rage on his face that he looks like a total stranger to me. And then he slaps my face so hard, so savagely that for a few moments I think I am gone blind.

‘Whore’, he says and spits into my face. ‘How many men do you have to fuck behind my back before you decide you’ve humiliated me enough?’

I… I… I never… I never… what is he saying, I never… This… this is some kind of misunderstanding, I… I can explain myself…

But of course I can’t… because I am being held helpless and brutally raped and the only words coming out of my mouth are ‘no’ and ‘please’ over and over again.

A change of approach.  But of course, my rapists all want equal opportunity at having a go at my cunt. I am pushed face-first to the table and the Hispanic one approaches me from the back. I plead and sob but everyone ignores me. I try to get my face up from the table but I am pushed back down, hard. I hit my face on the table surface and when I open my eyes again I am startled to see drops of blood on it. My lip, I bit into it.

The man behind me pulls at the remains of my dress and the fabric gives way. I am not sure what he is doing until... Until he grabs both my arms and ties them on my back, brutally. Oh, God, oh God, now… now I am even more helpless.

I can feel his fingers probe at my cunt’s entrance, as if he wants to assess just how true the claims of my ‘whoredom’ are. He pushes inside, two, three, then four fingers.

‘Oh, God, no, no, please, not that hard!!!’ I scream, but that only makes him go deeper.

Finally, he pulls his fingers out and I hear a zipper open.  His hot, bulbous cock-head touches my pussy and then he pushes in.

The screaming I’ve done so far is nothing compared to the way I scream as I feel my flesh being torn apart. His cock is so big I see little explosions of light in front of my eyes. God it hurts, God how it hurts….

“Hahaha, Juan, she wasn’t expecting someone as big as you, man!!” Announces one of the voices cheerfully.  I am too busy to ascertain which one. I am too busy screaming at the top of my lungs as his monster cock continues to split me in half.

Juan obviously loves the way I shake my hips, trying to get away from his attacks, as he slaps my ass-cheeks and calls me a whore and a slut.

‘You love this big cock in you, Ms. Evans? You love this big, thick Mexican cock in your white pussy, slut, don’t you? Eh? Have you ever had a cock this big in you, momma, eh?’

Even if I could answer, and all I can really do is sob, my mouth is taken the next moment. The man who fucked my pussy first has stepped around the table and grabbed my hair. He shoves his cock deep into my stretched throat, I gag on it, tears gush from my eyes, followed by bile and mucus from my nose.

‘You love that, Ms. Evans, eh?  You love tasting your own pussy on my cock, eh?’

I have never been so humiliated in my life because he is half right: I can taste my own juices on his penis. And as he fucks my mouth with reckless abandon, I can see my own blood painting his dark skin an even darker shade of brown.

The Mexican man behind me rapes me with increasing brutality.  He pulls his penis out of me completely and then slams it all the way back in.  The one in the front is choking me preventing my screams and pushing so deep that I can not fight my gag reflex any more.

I throw up all over his cock, violently, yet there is very little fluid that actually comes out on the table. Because he never for a second pulls out of my mouth and even decides to push even deeper, my spasms apparently giving him additional pleasure. So whatever comes out comes out through my nostrils as I am forced to swallow my own vomit along with his juices.

But then he notices and apparently gets really mad.

‘You fucking BITCH!’ he shouts pulling his cock out. ‘You fucking dirty WHORE’!

And he punches my face, hard. More blood. More blood on the table, along with my spit and some of the vomit.

‘You dirty bitch!!!’

Another punch and there’s now a hot trail of blood I can sense coming down from my nose.  He grabs my hair all over again, both hands this time and shoves his cock into my mouth, deeper than ever before.

‘The whore threw up’ announces the third man, in case someone was uncertain. ‘I cant believe this bitch, man’.

The cock in my pussy seems to be growing harder yet as the man behind me grabs my tied arms and pulls my torso up from the table. His strong hands then grab my breasts and he starts squeezing them mercilessly, cruelly.  My mouth is free now and I am free to scream. All I want.

‘You gonnna just stand there and take the bitch’s vomit like that man?’

The question goes to the one who raped my mouth until just a second ago.  Of course, he is not going to.  Punching my face and fucking my throat were not enough.

He takes his belt off his pants, still down there around his ankles. He makes a noose out of it and, oh God, no…

He grabs my hair and pulls my head up and even as I scream for mercy, in a second or two the leather noose is placed around my neck.  He pulls. He pulls hard.

My screams turn to choked cough as my access to air is cut.  The man behind me rapes me with increased gusto.  Then not one, but two thick black cocks are placed in front of my face.  As one of their owners chokes me with his belt, they both jerk off in unison, laughing and making jokes about my eyes wanting to burst out of my head.

Then they both try to push into my mouth at the same time.  Of course, they can’t, but it’s not stopping them from trying. My mouth…. My lips are stretched beyond anything I could ever imagine as two black cock-heads savage their way into my mouth. The noose around my neck tightens and I realise am about to pass out any second now. The man raping me from behind pushes my whole body forwards with every thrust and my mouth somehow accommodates both cocks. Now all I am aware of is flesh, flesh moving, going in and out, flesh tortured and pleasured, the sounds of men enjoying their victim, the sounds of a woman fighting for life as her throat is squeezed tighter and tighter and tighter… Going black…

A blow to my face… I open my eyes not sure whether I am waking up from a dream…or to a living nightmare.

‘Man you’ll ruin it for us, man, what the fuck!!’

A displeased voice as I become aware of my surroundings. I am on my back. Still on the table, but on my back now, my arms still tied up behind me. The belt is still around my neck but the noose is relaxed a bit now. How long was I out?

No time to think, no time, as the man squats above me and places his bottom on my face.

‘Lick my balls and ass, whore, come on!!!’

I… I… I do what he says. I extend my tongue and touch his testicles as I watch him masturbate above me. There’s nothing else I could do. My God, they might kill me. They might kill me!!!

‘The ass, whore, do the ass too!!!!’

He shouts at me impatiently but I just can’t force myself to do it.  This is something he overcomes simply by shifting his weight and forcing his butt-crack on my tongue.  His friend grabs my hair from behind and pushes my head in. Tears as large as the sky coming out of my eyes as I tongue the man’s asshole. My God…

And still I feel my legs being spread again. And then the sharpest, most brutal pain shoots through my body.  Now I understand what ‘ruining it for us’ meant. The man in front of me has just shoved his fist into my cunt.  My God… My God… The pain!!! The pain that can only compare to the pain of giving birth.  Where one is the product of love, the other is the product of blind hate and scorn.

‘Yes, fist the whore hard, she can never get enough meat in her dirty cunt, fist her until she bleeds!!’

My husband’s voice is so cold and so full of hatred.  My God, how did I ever end up like this?  Did I really do all these horrible things to deserve this kind of punishment?

I can’t see what is happening down there but I feel as if I am being torn apart, limb from limb as the man brutally fucks my cunt with his hand. My legs are held up and apart by his friend and with my arms secured behind my back and the third man sitting on my face I can not so much as move or even beg for mercy. My humiliation is complete.

The one on my face now leans to the front and I can feel him grab my saggy breasts.  He places his thick penis between them and starts moving his hips front and back. He orders me to continue licking his asshole and shows me what will happen if I refuse to by squeezing my breasts so brutally, stretching them tightly around his massive, throbbing cock that I scream like a banshee and beg him to stop promising to do anything he wants.

He is happy with this arrangement and continues to fuck my udders with obvious joy.  I do my best to pleasure him with my tongue, trying not to think how degrading it all is. The sooner I can bring him off, the better.

Meanwhile, the fist is pulled out of my cunt and replaced with cock.  It is a relative relief for me even though I am going numb from all the abuse down there. The third man stands behind me, waiting his turn and, out of the corner of my eye I can see him jerking off, pleasuring himself with the sight of his friends having their way with me.

The one between my tits finally loses it.  I can hear him yell as he shifts his weight once again and his cock starts shooting thick, white cum all over my breasts, neck and face.  I have never been so humiliated in my life and when he shoves his rapidly softening cock into my mouth, demanding that I clean it, my tears mix with his semen on my face.

No sooner is he out of my mouth than he is replaced by the next hard, throbbing cock. The man is even more impatient than his friend as he grabs my head in both hands, and holds it firmly in place while fucking my throat brutally.

I gag and choke and use short periods when he takes the cock out to catch some air, only to have my throat blocked again as his balls slam into my eyes. He is cruel and uncaring and savage and when he comes, it’s right down my throat, throbbing, pulsing, choking me, gagging me, forcing me to swallow his cum if I want to live.

But the final humiliation from his side is yet to come. He takes his cock out and slaps my face with it mocking the way I look, my face a mess of tears, blood, spit, vomit and cum. Then his friend pulls out of my cunt.

My legs are pushed even higher and I hear him spit down my butt crack.

No.

He… no…

‘Noooo!!!’ I scream as I feel the cock brutally push against my anus. ‘Nooo, please, please, just not that, not that, I have never done it before, please have mercy!!!!!’

I wiggle and squirm and scream! Scream! Scream! Scream! My throat raw, voice a croak.  But to no avail.  My sphincter is no match for this man’s brute strength and cruel determination and I am taken in the most humiliating way, degraded to the level of the cheapest crack whore, right here on my own table in my own home.

This is exactly when I see the third man cheerfully chatting with my husband.  I barely hear their voices from all the screaming… my tortured screaming.  But sure I heard something about a Rottweiler as they  Handed him a bunch of dollar bills. My husband puts the money in his back pocket and pats the man on the shoulder.

And then this is exactly when the cock slapping my face suddenly starts showering me with hot, stinking urine. The final humiliation, the final gift from one of my rapists.

‘Yeah, man, yeah, ha ha ha ha, give it to her, she loves it, look at her!!’

The man raping my anus is very much amused by the fact that I am being humiliated in this way and he emphasises this by slamming into me so hard he forces me to rasp my poor throat into a scream in pain again. His friend uses this opportunity to piss into my mouth.

It’s no use, there isn’t a shred of dignity preserved in me. I have swallowed his piss, pee in my hair, on my face, in my eyes, despite trying to hold them tightly shut.  In my mouth, on my bruised breasts.  I am totally and completely degraded and abused by men my husband brought to my home and charged for raping me.

And finally, the last rapist is at the end of the rope. The sight of his friend showering me in piss, accompanied with the way my tight anal sphincter must be still squeezing his cock, he is finished. But not in my bottom, no. He pulls out and slams his cock into my cunt one more time.

I can hear him yell as he pushes into me, shooting his cum deep inside of me, shooting it into my tortured cunt, my unprotected womb. I so hoped I wasn’t ovulating, but felt sure wasn’t as had finished my period just two days ago. 

‘…all of it, take all of it, Milly’ is what my husband voice is saying, again and again.

*

I scream and thrash as the orgasm rips through my body. The dildo is so deep inside my cunt its tip digging painfully, Pleasurably at my cervix with every thrust I make and the finger in my ass is also all the way in.  I am cumming and cumming and cumming, watching my breasts wobbling, my nipples hard as wood. I scream and scream in humiliation, in Pleasure, in rapture in shame and heavenly bliss. The walls are gone, the bed is gone, I am so deep inside my fantasy I can feel the warm piss on my face, the cum in my cunt, I can hear the harsh, mocking voices of men. I cum and cum and cum, my hips rocking and rolling like I am having an epileptic seizure.

Finally, I let my hips fall back down on the bed, my overheated, slippery toy drops from my sodden, steaming pussy and I pull my finger out of my anus.

I am completely wet from sweat and I can barely get enough air, as my heart threatens to burst out of my ribcage. I have no idea how much time has passed and I know I’ll need at least fifteen minutes to be able to get up and drag myself to the shower.

Dear God… I just hope my husband doesn’t get home yet. Such a slut. His wife. Mother of his sons. Such a slut.

(blushes & smiles)

Enteme

wvs milly mooe becomes an incubator  

"Ah Mr and Mrs Jameson. I'm Dr. Dragonmage, but my friends call me Misty."

"Hi I'm Don and this is my good wife Melinda."

The handshakes were firm and purposeful.

"Please take a seat, while I explain the procedure to you."

She waved towards two chairs across her desk. "Would you like a coffee before we start?" "I'm too excited for coffee I'm afraid." Melinda giggled.

Drss.Dragonmage smiled. "That's perfectly natural, after all it is your first time.  Now as you already know we aim to ensure that the host is as perfect a match as possible. Which is why we have been taking tissue samples from you Melinda for the last few months. Well I'm delighted to be able to report that the host is a perfect symbiont and now your genes occupy her eggs. In other words whenever she has a baby it will be your baby genetically."

 The young couple held each other's hands and beamed happily. The Doctor smiled back. 'What a delightful couple'. She thought. "As you know from our brochure the host is always a virgin. The authenticity is on record and you will, of course, be able to check for yourself later Don. She is also extremely fertile at present, thanks to the fertility drugs. In fact today is her peak. So if you are prepared then we can impregnate her straight away".

She paused waiting for their answer. The young couple looked at each other and then Don spoke nervously.

"Er. I'm er not sure about the er procedure"

Misty Dragonmage was famous for her bedside manner which was why her cosmetic, surrogate, pregnancy clinic was one of the most popular on the East Coast. Now she used her devastating charm to its best effect.

"There are two methods of conception. We call them induced and natural. The first is where the semen is injected into the host using a surgical procedure. We prefer the natural method as it tends to have more positive results and can be a shared experience"

"This er natural method is it.....?" Melinda's voice trailed off.

"Lovemaking I think you mean to say. Yes it is. However you will be there and will be a full participant. In other words it will be a mutual experience much like natural conception. We try to do things as naturally as possible here." The look of puzzlement caused her to continue. "Let me explain. The host is constrained in a special rig of our own design. This spreads her legs wide and back which pushes her vagina high and makes it accessible. She is then covered except for her mouth and genitals. These are left clear and her head is constrained in a special harness which ensures that her mouth is always available.

The female, which is you Mrs Jameson straddles this harness facing your husband. In this way you can both be sexually satisfied by the host. Please rest assured that she has had an intensive course of training and will be able to pleasure you both. The training was designed to ensure that you both achieve orgasm simultaneously which, our tests have found, will increase the amount of sperm and hence the chances of successful implantation."

"Can she er see us?"

"Oh dear me no. That would never do at all. At no point during her pregnancy, including the conception and the birth, will she ever see either of you. You may view her and the progress of your child, through a one way mirror at various stages and of course you have full access to the ultrasound scans so you can see junior progressing in the womb."

"That sounds good." Don again. "But how do we er know that er she only er...."

It was a common enough question.

"Simple Don. After conception she is fitted with a specially designed belt. Rather like a high technology chastity belt. Of which there are only two keys. You will have one and the other, kept in case of premature labour, is held by me in my safe. So please rest assured that the only male member she will have access to will be yours."

 She paused and flipped through the case notes. "I see that you have applied for three children. Two boys and a girl in that order?"

They nodded in unison.

"Fine. One of the questions that is frequently asked is what happens to the host afterwards, I mean you wouldn't want her having more children with your genetic makeup would we Melinda? Let me put your mind at rest. After the successful production of the third child she will be sterilized. Then she will be sent to work in a portside brothel in Africa in which we have a controlling interest. A percentage of her fees will be remitted back to you to help in the upkeep of the children. Small children are so very expensive aren't they and it is only right that she should share in the burden of their upbringing. She will not earn very much per act but we ensure that she is worked hard so you will see a fair return for a year or so at least."

A look of relief flitted across Melinda's face. She knew she was right to insist that Don came here. She'd heard so many horror stories of other women who had used other C.S.P.Cs and had seen their host, years later, carting a baby around. This was much more clinical and the extra income would come in handy. She hoped the host would be worked very hard. Children were expensive and, although Don was rising quickly through the ranks of his company, they could still use the extra income.

Drss. Dragonmage continued to flip through the notes held on her clipboard.

"Ah yes. The medical Insurance. Yes that seems to be in order. Your company is paying I presume?"

Don nodded. "It is standard practise in my company for executives. The company believes that wives have a very special role in entertaining clients and it can be a bit off putting if she can hardly move around the kitchen, or she's forever rushing off to pee. The company also pays for cosmetic surgery so any minor blemishes can be corrected. In that way she can look ravishing all the time"

'How sweet' thought Drss. Dragonmage. "There is one small point that I think I should put your minds at rest about straight away. That concerns the colour of the host's skin. You may be surprised to learn that she is white, a natural blond too as you will discover for yourself Don. That in no way will effect the outcome of the children. They will be the same rich coffee colour that you both share, she has no genetic part to play in their makeup. They are guaranteed 100% to be your offspring. She just carries them."

She put the clipboard down on her desk. "Everything seems to be in order. Now which method of implantation would you prefer?"

Melinda blushed. "I er think the er natural way"

"Very wise. I know that this can be a fairly daunting prospect so we have a special suite of rooms that have been set aside for you. There you will be able to indulge in a candlelit dejeuner a deux, the Chef is French you know and will have a certain something added to help you get into the mood. Then just let nature take its course. The host has been strapped into place already and has a vibrator stimulating her vaginal fluids continually so you may proceed whenever you feel the time is appropriate.

Don't worry about the time, you have the room for as long as you want. Incidentally the drugs we will be giving you will enhance your libido considerably so as to ensure a successful coupling. In fact you may be pleasantly surprised at the number of times you will be able to inseminate the host and the enjoyment is profound. My partner and I have five lovely children and each time we stayed in the room for a full day. Mind you we slept the clock around the next day."

She laughed and mopped her brow in mock exhaustion.

"One last question please Doctor?" Melinda again.

"Go ahead"

"Will the er host get any pleasure from it?"

"Oh no we don't allow that sort of thing here. She has been er altered so she can feel no pleasure ever. She is here to do a job and she wouldn't be able to keep her mind on it if she was orgasming all over the place. Plus, of course, many of the mothers to be would be very uncomfortable with the idea of their husbands pleasuring another female, even if they are present. I hope that clears that little point up to your satisfaction Mrs Jameson?"

"Perfectly Doctor. Thank You."

"Excellent then please allow me to show you to your room. Oops I nearly forgot here is the belt key. I think you'll be needing that"

"Thank you Doctor". They chorused.

 'What a delightful couple.' Thought Drss. Dragonmage as she led them to the impregnation suite.

~smile~

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