For Him, With Love {Multi M/Single F} {Chapter Two}

Chapter Two

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The piercings hurt.

That said, they were also very sexy and I was glad that I was told to get them for the occasion since I probably would never have done so on my own. Thankfully, the healing time had not been nearly as bad as I thought it would be and honestly, I really liked my new clit piercing. The stimulation that came from the metal pressing against my most sensitive external spot was almost constantly overwhelming. Even when I was doing basic things such as standing in line at a till, or jogging in the park, even when I was chatting with one of our elderly neighbors.

It was like I was persistently turned on, sure it was too much at times, but I truly loved it. James and I had yet to use it unfortunately. In the instructions Doctor Lewis sent it was firm on not allowing my husband anymore than small pecks when he left and came home from work. There were plenty of other rules accompanying that one, but it was the hardest when my husband was such a handsome and caring man. I wanted to give him all the sex in the world, especially when we were about to do something so scandalous.

But, rules were rules and we were growing progressively desperate for the money. I was told we would be given a cut, twenty percent of the money earned. It seemed a bit low since I was the “product”, but Doctor Lewis assured me I would be leaving the event with a check for at least a million dollars.

A million.

I had never seen that kind of money before, let alone had it. As the weeks passed, the list of things I could do with that kind of money grew. From finally being able to buy name brand to actually getting our own home.

Before I could get too excited about the prospects of being comfortable, I had to get through the actual event, which was nerve-wracking to say the least. Just preparing my body had been stressful, but thankfully when it came to my hair, makeup, and outfit I would have a professional stylist to work with. Off-handedly, Doctor Lewis had told me my stylist would probably be the only woman I would see that night. It sounded ridiculous, but when I got to the event hall I realized how true that statement really was.

Even as I came through the lobby area all I saw was men. Even the receptionist that took my name was a man. But, the person that came to fetch me was who I assumed to be my stylist. I was stunned by the beautiful, dark skinned woman that called my name. She was slender with the most gorgeous dreadlocks I had ever seen. Had they not been tied up, I’m sure they would have bypassed her ass. She introduced herself as Natalie as we entered the bathing area.

I had a nice, hot bath where the other woman actually washed me and even shaved me. Even though I was already freshly shaven she was adamant that she go over it again. After the bath, Natalie took her time to massage lotion on every inch of my skin, making sure I would not have any razor bumps pop up. The bath area was more like a spa than a normal bathroom. The light was dimmed and there were two, inground, jacuzzi tubs. Even after seeing the luxurious bathroom I was shocked when Natalie escorted me to the dressing room.

It was elegant. The whole room was lit up with natural light, what was left of it for the day at least, and had plush seating. One flush pink chaise longue and a couple matching ottomans. “Where is James?” I asked, clad in only a thin, silk robe that stopped at my lower thigh as I took a seat on the lovely cushioned lounge. Natalie sat on one of the round ottomans, facing me. She was so chill about this whole thing, but I guess I shouldn’t have been too surprised. This was an event she, most likely, worked often. On the other side of things, I felt so nervous it was like my stomach had flipped inside out.

“He’s with the men,” She answered, picking up a tablet that sat nearby on a white, marble table. Delicate fingers began swiping and tapping against the screen, “They are probably having a drink and taking the piss out of each other. Normal male behavior,” Natalie giggled softly as she came to a stop on what she wanted. “Okay, you need to pick out your outfit. Then we can finish getting you ready. We only have around two hours before it’s time to start,”

I took the tablet from her hand, my eyes landing on an array of glamorous, designer lingerie. I flipped through the virtual catalog for a few minutes before I found the perfect one. I knew it would look amazing on me and Natalie gleefully agreed. I was taken to a vanity set up on the other side of the room. It looked like an antique with its large, heavy shape and eggshell white paint. Thankfully, the chair was nice and comfortable because I did not move for the next hour and forty-eight minutes.

Natalie really had an eye for this sort of thing. She did a pleasant natural look for my makeup and let my hair freely cover my back in an almost lazy way. My hair waved slightly from being wet and not having anything more done to it. “The men like a more… simple look,” the woman had told me.

The rest of my outfit was anything but simple. The main garments covered much less than underwear, showing literally everything but my nipples, which were covered by cute hearts, and my pussy, though it threatened to show with every movement. The rest of it was just made up of watermelon pink straps in a precise pattern over my tits and pubic area. Naturally, there was nothing to be seen when it came to the back of the bottoms as it was a g-string and my plump ass did well hiding the singular necessary cord. My heels were beyond extravagant. They were made of black leather straps that went in a diamond-like pattern all the way up my leg, stopping mid thigh.

Of course, Natalie had to check and make sure I got all the extras I was required to. She started with my nails, studying the sparkly, almost clear, pinkish polish that covered the long, coffin shaped acrylics. The nail tech had even added small, faux-diamond rhinestones and a beautiful, shimmering bow charm to my ring fingers as accents. When she was pleased with what she saw she had to check on the piercings as well to make sure they were healed. “Your nipples aren’t fully healed, but that’s fine,” She told me as she carefully took the silver barbell out of both sides once I pulled my top out of the way for her. The plain bars were replaced with delicate dangle nipple rings, decorated with cascading, clear crystals that looked like leafs. “Perfect,” the woman hummed, taking a look at the set before letting me fix my top as she kneeled to check my vertical hood piercing.

“One more thing,” I watched as the radiant, beige woman went over to one of the small, marble topped tables, picking up a beautiful box I had assumed to be decoration. It was a heart shaped box covered in offwhite lace with a pretty assortment of antique cream colored and white bows. Natalie held the elegant box as I cautiously removed the top. The jewelry inside almost blinded me with how it shimmered, even in the dull, dying natural light from the window. “What’s this?” I asked, fingers gently scooping the thick, diamond encrusted band off the silk cushion display in the box.

“It’s a garter,” Natalie seemed to be captivated as she took the belt from my hand, kneeling once more and helping me slide it on. The cold metal of the jewelry fit perfectly, inches above the top of my boot. “Doctor Lewis had it made as a gift for you. It’s Buccellati,” I had no clue what “Buccellati” was, but I concluded that it must be some kind of brand. I just couldn’t believe the doctor would have something so extravagant made for me.

There was no time to think about it though, within moments of putting the last piece on Natalie had helped me back into the basic silk robe and was guiding me from the peacefulness of the dressing room.

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My heart felt like it was going to pound right out of my chest as I was taken to the backstage area. There were a few staff members shuffling around, making sure everything was prepared. I could hear the crowd on the other side of the curtain as I was brought out onto the main stage. Natalie soon started to go over what I would do next. There were not many instructions, she merely reminded me to do what the men paid for and just go with whatever happens out there.

“They get kind of creative,” Natalie said, as if they were putting on nothing more than a normal stage show instead of a sex auction.

Then I was left alone, standing in front of a massive black curtain, just waiting as I listened to the indistinguishable chatter of the crowd. I was not ready for what was on the other side when the barrier was pulled away.

A long, t-shaped catwalk stretched out in front of me and in the middle were these… contraptions I had never seen before. One was a big, wooden x and near that was what seemed to be a normal looking, full-sized, four poster bed. Before I could get a good look at the set up a thick blindfold was slipped over my eyes. I jumped, realizing that the soft hum of the audience chatting was gone. It was silent. I hadn’t even had time to see how many people were there to watch and buy me.

“You really are as voluptuous as Elias said,” A deep voice spoke into my ear, making me shiver as I felt the mystery man’s hot breath on my skin. I didn’t recognize his voice and had no idea what he looked like, but I could feel him. He had his front pressed right up against my back and his boner poked against the fine silk that covered my ass. His big hands rested on my shoulders, boldly sliding under the neck of my robe, pushing it so that both sides settled at the very edges, threatening to fall. “Relax Alda, I’m Doctor Fisher, Elias’ business partner. I’m going to be the auctioneer tonight. I am here for your safety above anything else. If you need to stop for any reason your safe word is “frog”. Do you consent to that?”

The only answer I had was a nod, “Say it,” the man spoke firmly in my ear, his hands tightening on my shoulders and making me squeak. “Yes. I consent,”

“Good,” He said, loosening up on his hold and starting to escort me out onto the catwalk. The auditorium was still quiet, though I could hear soft murmurs around me over the sound of my heels clicking on the hard floor. I felt my back being pushed against the wooden cross. There was a small leather cushion near my upper back that surprised me. These men did not seem even slightly worried about my comfort. The auctioneer opened up my robe to the excitement of the crowd. Their whooping and cheers were enough to hurt my ears. The air was a bit cold against my mostly exposed body. Once he removed what was left of my modesty, the man helped me to my knees before he grabbed my arms, cuffing them above my head.

“Now we have a pretty one for you all tonight don’t we?” Doctor Fisher must have gotten a microphone because his voice bounced off the walls harshly. “She’s French, clean, and willing to do anything to please as many of you as she can. Well, for those who can afford it anyway” There was a wave of laughter from the audience and soon thick fingers began working the blindfold off my face. Suddenly I could see everything and I was actually shocked.

The auditorium was packed, but that was not what shocked me. It was the fact that James was beside me. He was kneeling on the ground at my side only feet away and he was also cuffed. His restraints were

attached to mine. He was wearing only a tight tank top and briefs. I looked at him with concern filling my eyes, but we did not have the option of speaking to one another before Doctor Fisher went on.

“We will begin with something somewhat simple. Fellatio. Maybe it’s not as good as penetration, but it’s quick, gets the job done, and it’s quite a bit cheaper than our other services,” He spoke with so much charisma it was stunning. “Starting at the low price of $200,000.00. Do we have $200?!” After that I only understood fragments of what he was eagerly chanting. The speed was impressive but very unclear. I could hear the number raising though.

At least, I think they were.

“Sold!” Finally I actually looked at the auctioneer, mostly because he startled me. “$350k to lucky Mr. Pools,” He was really handsome. Not Mr. Pools, no he was the embodiment of the “filthy rich American”. Pale, loads of extra chub, and a simply hateable, smug look on his face, even when he was happy. The bulbous man, who had to be in his sixties at least, slowly made his way to the stage to claim his service. Him and the handsome Doctor Fisher exchanged quiet words. I took that time to admire the host. He was handsome like an old Hollywood movie star. He looked to be in his fifties with distinguished wrinkles lining the friendly smile on his face and kind, bright blue eyes. The suit he wore was perfectly tailored and he looked to have a very nice body for someone his age.

Mr. Pools soon turned his attention to me, though his eyes were drawn away from my face immediately. “Such a pretty little thing,” he mumbled, his voice holding an almost inviting southern drawl. In just seconds there was a wrinkled cock in my face, the gray haired billionaire held the base with his fat hand. It was a lot smaller than I expected, though still bigger than James. I didn’t want to actually look at it for long so I took him into my mouth right away, able to fit the whole thing in with little effort. He tasted a bit strong, but nothing I couldn’t handle as I began using my tongue to cover his dick with saliva.

“How’s that feel?” Doctor Fisher asked, coming over to Mr. Pools and slapping him on the back. The old man was already growing red in the face, though I could not actually see him past his round, soft belly. “My God, this little lady has talent, that’s for damn sure,”

I was blocked in on all sides by his large stomach so I closed my eyes as I gave this man the sloppiest head I could. He seemed to really be enjoying it too since his short, sausage fingers tangled through my hair, messing up the perfectly natural style Natatlie had worked so hard on. “If my wife could have sucked cock like this I would have never divorced her,” He laughed breathlessly, forcing my head to go at his preferred pace by then. He was getting close. His panting gave it away more than anything and I was doing what I could to finish him off. Not only was my jaw growing sore, but my arms bound above me became painfully uncomfortable quickly. “Wouldn’t be sharing this one, son,” Mr. Pools directed to my husband as he pushed my face all the way into his soft belly as he began to cum down my throat.

Once he let me up, I was choking a bit on the warm, salty seed. I gasped for air as I looked over to my James. It was hard to read his expression, but he seemed ashamed. Or maybe just jealous.

“Up next on our menu we have cunnilingus~” I was surprised to hear something like that would even be part of the event. Did men like to eat pussy that much? “Starting at $500k! Can we get $550!” Once again the movie star handsome doctor began to rattle off words and numbers faster than I could possibly understand. I wanted to say something to James, to remind him that this was all for us.

All for him.

But, it was too loud and I just couldn’t get any words to come out. This whole thing was turning out to be so humiliating… but at the same time it was so overwhelmingly erotic. These older men, most of them must have been married, wanted to spend such ridiculous amounts of money to have me. It was unbelievably flattering. “Sold! To Mr. Jon Walter for $700k! Come claim your meal, sir,” Doctor Fisher laughed as he came over to me. He had left the mic on its stand so he could unlock my cuffs from one of the thick metal rings on the cross. As he helped me stand I made sure to check his ring finger and sure enough there was a gold ring that looked like it had been there for the better part of a decade or so. The doctor helped me as he adjusted my position, arms restrained to each of the wooden slabs above me. Not just with the cuffs, but also using a black cord to bind them flush against the beams. By the time he finished there was another man on stage with us.

He was really sexy for an old white man. He looked different from the others visible from my current position. Instead of an expensive, perfectly tailored suit, he was wearing bootcut jeans and a Carhart t-shirt. He looked to be just like any construction worker you might notice in growing cities. Jon Walter’s face was covered by his thick facial hair that was brown at the roots but faded out to gray at the ends. The most impressive part of this man was his arms. The heavily tattooed muscles struggled against the tight sleeves around them. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he looked down at my poor husband, smirking. “Watch and learn. If you got a tiny dick you gotta eat pussy like a pro,”

Doctor Fisher finished getting me locked onto the cross after tying my ankles down. Now I was spread out and on display, my bikini lingerie set threatened to expose my most intimate parts to the room full of men. Though there was no reason to be worried about it since I knew that it would be coming off soon enough. Jon came over, taking the doctor’s spot and standing in front of me. His rough palm ran over my hip, fingers brushing over the garter I was gifted. “Get ready for the time of your life, beautiful,” he purred seductively before dropping to his knees smoothly. In seconds he had pulled the ties on each side of my hips and my bottoms dropped to the floor. No one could see my perfectly sculpted pussy yet because the greedy mouth covered it right away.

From the start it was obvious that this man was not just talk. He knew how to use his tongue, as if it was an art form. He gave my whole pussy a couple long licks, making sure to slide his tongue between my soft, pink lips before he began focusing on my clitoris. His tongue was gentle as he started searching for the right pattern. Flicking vertically and horizontally, circling at different speeds, even sucking on the swollen nub while still sending electrifying pleasure through my whole body with those expert swipes from the wet muscle.

“Damn, looks like Mr. Walter is really digging in,” The doctor laughed as he came over to my husband, who had not moved nor had he ever taken his eyes off me and the men that were using me. “How’s she taste? Is a taste of her little pussy worth $700k?” I glanced over as I began to breathe hard, unable to stop myself. This was a type of ecstasy I had not been expecting. James was always really amazing in bed, no one could compare to him, but the pleasure from the old man’s hot mouth and facial hair, tickling sensitive skin, was too intense to keep quiet.

James and I locked eyes for a moment and I still couldn’t quite read his expression, though when I looked down it was clear from the tented briefs and small, dark wet spot that he was into this too. “Yea. Even at that price he’s lucky. No woman could taste as good as my love,”

Doctor Fisher hummed, his eyes burning my skin as he stared. “Lucky indeed,” he mumbled before turning to look out at the crowd. “Well, how about we keep going with this thing while Mr. Walter enjoys himself, huh?” he said. “Next up is vaginal penetration. Folks, you are not gonna want to miss out on this opportunity, but only one of you will get the pleasure of stretching out her tight cunt for the first time, as long as your cock is above average,” he said, earning a rolling laugh from the crowd. “Starting at the very low price of $1 million dollars! Can we get $2?!”

I was actually really glad he decided to do this while I was still being eaten out. I was able to just slip off into my own world of pleasure. Jon had found just the right rhythm and it was better than I could have ever imagined. My whole body was vibrating as pleasure zapped throughout my body. My feet were the first to go numb from it, the warm tingling traveling up my legs and to my tummy. I was close and I was moaning louder now. I tossed my head back, hair cascading over the back of the BDSM furniture. “Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I let out, unable to stop the curses from spilling out as my orgasm built. I had not planned on cumming at all that night, at least not at the auction, but with just a couple more seconds of Jon’s treatment my body shook and tensed as I began to gush all over his face. My slick sprayed out and what he couldn’t catch in his mouth, dripped down his long graying beard.

“Sold! To the distinguished Mr. Robert Henderson for a whopping $4 million!” It had been perfect timing. Mr. Walter was standing up, running his calloused hand over his mouth and chin to clean up my leftover juices. “Sweet like a peach, baby. Just how I like it,” the man smirked at me and slapped the side of my ass hard enough to leave his hand print behind before he walked away. As he moved from my sight another man took his place. Distinguished was the right word for this guy. He was a tall, handsome black man with an almost completely grayed beard and shiny bald head. He looked smart, like a lawyer or something and his flashy, diamond studded wedding band contrasted against mocha-colored skin.

The man was silent as he began undoing the high quality leather belt he was wearing. He never said a word to me, getting his black, veiny cock out. It was massive. I had never seen a cock so long and thick in my life. The thought of that thing going inside me had my blood pressure spiking.

“Oh shit, what do you think about that, James?” The host asked as he went over to my husband to pester him, to the entertainment of the audience.”Think it’ll fit in there?” he asked, kneeling beside my selfless, kind man. The conversation between the two distracted me momentarily until I felt the warm, smooth tip of the monster that was about to be pushed inside me. I gasped nervously as I felt him pushing up against my opening, using just my slick mixed with the previous buyer’s saliva as lube. At first, I was scared it wasn’t going to fit, but then the fat head of the older black man’s cock pushed right past my tight pussy muscles. The way my walls were being stretched stung as he pushed himself inside me, inch by inch.

“She can take it,” The deep, lustful tone of my husband’s voice made me tremble. It also gave me more confidence, even though the pain was becoming more severe as the thicker base of his dick was buried inside me. Mr. Henderson did not give me time to adjust once his cock disappeared inside. His thrusts were primale and animalistic from the start, pounding up into my already sore, spent pussy with a purpose. Now I understood why there was a cushion on the structure. Without that small leather pad the skin on my back would have been rubbed raw from the force and speed.

“Oh my god!” I moaned, feeling the pain fading into immense pleasure. His cock filled me up to the point that he was constantly rubbing against my g-spot, somewhere my husband had never been able to pinpoint perfectly. More than that, his cock was so long and he was fucking me with such feirce thrusts it felt as if he was devoted to breeding me. Like he was going in as deep as he could to ensure his seed would stick. I was lost in his smooth but quick pace, forgetting everything but the flawless appendage. The world around me disappeared as bliss overtook reality. I didn’t want him to stop and I was not shy to beg. “FUCK! OH FUCK!” I screamed out, hands formed into tight fist. In this exposed, helpless position it was impossible to even attempt to ground myself. “Don’t stop! Fuck me! FIll me up! Aaa~”

As soon as I felt his hot cum coating my insides I was tipped over the edge and, again, my pussy was gushing though this time it was around the enormous dick that was pushed in as deep as it possible. It felt like Mr. Henderson had done just what I was lewdly begging for. He had planted his strong sperm right into my womb and I doubted the possibility that it didn’t take. The large, silent, black man showed me n kindness as he slipped right out, his cum dripping from my used, stretched cunt and making a small mess on the floor directly below.

“What a show and such a pretty, begging whore,” Doctor Fisher said once it was all over and Mr. Henderson was fixing himself, the front of his pants and shirt damp with my squirt. He left the stage calmly as if he had done pretty much everything but impregnating me. “Okay folks, while we take care of the last service on our list a couple helpers will be moving our lovely Alda to her final position of the night,”

As I came down from the fog caused by cumming so hard I saw the two “helpers” come out and I recognized one of them. Abel. Doctor Lewis’ son. He was dressed nicely like most of the other men and so was the guy that accompanied him. They seemed to be around the same age and they were crowding me as practiced hands worked to get my restraints undone. The stranger was boyishly handsome with light, almost blond, brown hair and a bit of stubble on his cheeks. “Abel told me about you,” he spoke as he finished getting one of my legs free and starting on my wrist. “You have some hot ass tits,” he smirked, carefully bringing my arm down and moving in, pressing me against the cross while Abel still worked the cord from around my other arm. “I’m Sami Fisher, that’s my dad over there,” he whispered as he began to grope one of my breasts through the material that was barely there.

It was actually surprising it was still on at all.

Now that the young man gave me that information, I could see the resemblance. Once my other arm was free I wrapped both around Sami, who easily held me against his body with one arm, his other busy as his fingers pinched at my covered nipple. I whimpered lightly as I looked over to Doctor Fisher, hearing that he was back to auctioning me. But…for what? I had missed that part. It made me a little nervous not knowing what was coming.

Sami carried me over to the strange bed set up. There was nothing on the bed but a white sheet and a couple of matching pillows, but the real eye-catching part was the chains and straps that hung from the top of the bed frame. “Stand,” I heard Abel saying as he brought James over as well. He positioned my poor husband at the head of the bed, cuffing him to the bedfrome so he couldn’t go anywhere. And that was where he was left by the young doctor.

He would have a perfect view of whatever was going to be done to me.

Abel came to the other side of the bed, getting onto his knees to get closer to the hanging contraption. Sami, impressively, got on the other side the same way with me still holding onto him. Then the two got to work strapping me in. Honestly, it was a bit confusing to me, but they seemed to know how to work all the restraints. They diligently got me in position, but still took chances to touch me here and there. Sami was much more handsy than Abel. “Holy shit, look at this pussy,” he smirked once they finished and I was left laying in the swing with my legs forcibly spread wide. “Can’t believe you’re letting these guys ruin it for you,” he said playfully to James as the two got off the bed. Sami lingered once he was standing, thinking for a few seconds before reaching over and pulling the strappy bra down, exposing my tits and their new decor. “That’s better,” the young man mumbled.

“SOLD! Wow, $16.5 million dollars! That is the most we have ever made for a single service alone! You guys are really showing out tonight! Come on up here and collect your winnings, Mr. Peterson and Mr. Green!” Two? Why would there be two? As the winners came up the steps, the young men had already walked off. They were very quickly replaced by two older black men. One of them actually looked a lot like the last bidder, though his skin was much lighter. The other was a fucking God.

Graying dreadlocks were tied in a thick ponytail behind him and his facial hair was perfectly trimmed and edged. I instantly wanted him, unable to hide the way I leered from the love of my life. “Hey there, baby girl,” the dreaded man mumbled, coming over to one side of the bed, hand coming up and grabbing the chain. “Gonna have to make this good for that kind of money, yea? I’m glad Rob already stretched that little pussy out for me,” Thank God, he was going to be in my throbbing, soaked cunt.

The other man slipped under me on the bed, moving the pillows so he could lay back comfortably. “I think I’m getting the best part,” he said, grabbing my ass cheeks and spreading them, craning his neck to see what he could of my tight asshole. “Bet that little cock hasn’t done a damn thing to stretch her out,” he said before slapping my ass roughly, around the same spot the other guy had hit. I gasped, moving a bit, though there was no use. I was strapped in well. Within seconds I could feel the head of his cock slipping between my cheeks. He must have put on lube while I was so entranced by the king that was now positioning himself between my legs. The thick tip pressed against my hole painfully, attempting to penetrate the tight ring. It took a couple moments of trying, but finally he was able to stuff himself inside. I hissed as my hips were grabbed and used to pull me down on what turned out to be another long, thick dick.

“Oh fuck, she’s taking it real nice, isn’t she?” The man directed to my husband. “Look at her hungry ass just eating me up,” I gasped when he suddenly forced me all the way down on his cock, causing a painfully full sensation to take over. Even if it wasn’t comfortable, I was ready for this because I had an African warrior of a man getting ready to fill my empty hole. He was the first man to take his shirt off, showing me his toned chest and washboard abs. A tattoo on his chest told me that he was Mr. Green. “Call me daddy, baby. I’m about to make this pussy all mine,”

I couldn’t help the breath that left me when Daddy took his cock out. It was even more beautiful than the one before. The soft, smooth dark skin was almost mouth watering, especially as he stroked himself a couple times to make sure it was as big and hard as it was going to get. “You want this cock?” he asked as he pushed the head between my messy lips and over my clit. “Y-Yes,” I answered, hips shaking from anticipation and the dick already buried in my ass.

“Yes what?” he asked, still teasing and rubbing my pussy with his tip. “Yes, daddy!” I answered, my tone shifting from sheepish to needy. It was what he wanted to hear though and finally he pushed into my pussy in one smooth thrust, opening my walls right back up. I moaned out as I was completely filled, it was such a new feeling it didn’t compare to anything I had felt before. Two hung, rich, handsome, black men had my holes stretched around them and they began to use me. They thrusted with little regard for me, using my body for their pleasure. Still, I was in heaven as I moaned and whined, wanting more. Again, the world around me faded away and all I could do was embrace the way these fat cocks were able to make me feel. I didn’t even realize that someone had come over until I felt someone grab my chin. It was Doctor Fisher and in his other hand he held the base of his cock.

Now that I had seen what black men had to offer, his pale, smaller version was less of a turn on than it might have been before. But, I knew what he wanted from me and I eagerly took him into my mouth, letting the host use it for his pleasure. “Damn James, your wife is gobbling up my cock for free. She must be loving all this attention, huh?” the doctor said, now holding my hair. I was being fucked from all angels, making it disorrenting and hard to keep my eyes open. I closed them tightly and took it all, my pussy and ass hungrily clenching around them, milking their cocks.

I screamed around the doctor’s cock, completely overtaken by the way all three of the men handled me. They used me like I was nothing but a toy. Just there for the pleasure and entertainment of high class men. I fucking loved it.

The first to cum was Doctor Fisher. He let some of it out in my mouth before he forced me away so he could shoot the rest of his hot load on my face. Now that my mouth was not stuffed I was able to moan again. I was pathetic with my begging. “Fuck me! Daddy, please fucking breed me! Fill me up! Make me yours!” My pleading made Mr. Green grip my thighs so tightly he left behind large, dark bruises and his pounding became far more animalistic. The man under me began to breathe harder and even let out small groans as he rapidly fucked my ass until he came as well, keeping his cock buried deep inside even once he was finished filling it.

“You’re gonna have my baby, bitch,” Mr. Green’s face was close to mine as he spoke, his tone was as dark as the look he was giving me. Eye contact wasn’t broken as he fucked me harder than I had ever been fucked before. His heavy balls slapped hard against me, making such a lewd sound. I wished it could have lasted forever, but my daddy slammed into me one last time, holding me still as he filled my pussy with precious cum.

It was the end and things happened quickly at that point. The men were finished with me. The show was over. So, after my last buyers were finished and off the stage, clean up started and the crowd acted as if James and I were nothing but set pieces. I laid lazily on the swing, staring at my husband who was still standing at the head of the bed. He looked like he was possibly upset by the whole thing, but I really couldn’t tell, especially since he was still very noticeably hard. I didn’t feel bad, like I thought I would. No. I did this because it needed to be done. We needed it to get back on our feet. Enjoying the experience of strange men fucking and using me right in front of my husband didn’t change that.

It didn’t change the fact that I did it all for him.

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