Stranger, the one in my ass, climaxed first. I could feel his cock swelling in my back door, so tightly packed from their double fucking, the spurts of hot cum not particularly noticeable, except for the extra slickness it gave me. He didn't shrink much after, nor did he withdraw, content to feel the other cock millimeters away plowing into my cunt. I'll not lie. It felt good.
"Fuck me," I said, still crying. "Fuck my slutty cunt, you bastard. Make me cum."
Make me cum. I was seconds away, about to reach my peak and I slid up and down his cock, reaching for it. I just beat Familiar, my cunt spasming moments before he grunted and spewed thick, ropy spouts of his seed into me. Oliver, on his second orgasm of the day, still had some time left, and he continued working his cock down my throat as I moaned and gargled around it. My orgasm over, I concentrated on his cock, willing him to cum, so I could get through this faster, to end the sounds of my begging and moaning to be treated like a whore. Oliver grunted and released a salty flood of cum in my mouth, pulling out when I'd had a taste, leaving the rest of it on my face.
Stranger, finally pulling out of my ass, gaping, dripping his cum.
"Where are you going?" Oliver asked.
"To wash my cock off," he said.
"No need," Oliver said. "She's been trained to suck your cock clean."
A new cock replacing Oliver's in my mouth, slick with cum, sharp, pungent; smelling of my well fucked ass. I gagged slightly, but got him down, began sucking him to hardness. Familiar pushing me up and off of him, his shrinking cock slipping from my slick cunt. When Stranger was hard, he pushed me flat on my back and entered me, starting to fuck my cunt. My face was pulled to the side and another cum covered cock nudged at my lips and I opened for it, sucking him down, cleaning him off.
"Suck it, whore," Familiar said, "suck my cock hard again."
He held my head and began rocking back and forth, fucking my mouth. Familiar grew hard and pulled out of my mouth long enough to dangle his sack over my lips. I sucked each of his balls into my mouth and rolled it around, swirling my tongue over the wrinkled skin.
Oliver was hard again and he made Stranger pull me over on top of him and spread my ass cheeks for him. Spearing hard into my ass, he almost knocked me off Stranger's shaft. I fucked down hard to reacquire him, filling my cunt once more. We grunted like animals, pounding, slipping, sliding, hard shafts hammering my soft holes. I howled for them to fill me with their cum, dying inside, knowing they could hear me outside, begging to be fucked. Wanting to die, but wanting to cum first. I orgasmed, my body shuddering through my spasms. Almost before it ended, I climaxed again, Stranger cumming with me, feeling my pussy pulsating on his prick as he filled me with his spunk. Familiar was holding my head, throat fucking himself, close, so close, his cock twitching, finally shooting his wad, soaking my tonsils in his cum, then pulling out to add the last few spurts to my face. Only Oliver fucking me still. I lay gasping as he gave his final thrusts and froze, his cock spewing into my rectum.
All of them withdrew from my body and made me lick them clean, their cocks limp and tired for the moment. They finished and I lay down, sprawled face up on the bed, cum leaking from every hole, dripping down my face.
"Let's take a short break, gentlemen, give ourselves a moment to recover before we fuck her some more," Oliver said, "have a drink. I can offer you bourbon, scotch, or a great rum, straight or on the rocks, though I don't recommend rocks for the scotch. It's a wonderful single malt."
They left the room, arguing the assorted merits of their favorite alcohol.
Jolene's voice in my ear. "Are you all right?"
"Didn't I sound all right?" I said. "I know you heard me begging them to fuck me; to fill me with their cum. It's the worst thing I can think of, you listening to me, knowing how perverted I am. I want to die. What's worse yet, I know I'll beg again when they come back to finish me off. Nothing is too degrading for me to get off on. I should just accept my fate, divorce Tan and become the whore I'm meant to be."
"Don't say that, Brenda. We will end this somehow. Listen to me. You're better than this. Don't despair yet."
I didn't speak. Nothing Jolene could say would make me feel better about myself. I was too tired to argue. How could she argue with the facts? I was a fucking whore. Three men I detested, two of whom I didn't even know, could fuck the living shit out of me and I would beg for it. I would beg for their hard cocks and their salty sperm, to feel them stretching my cunt and piercing my ass. What was I doing? Why did I even care anymore?
"Listen, you bitch. Don't you fucking quit on me now! What the fuck am I even doing out here if you're going to roll over like a dog and die?" JackAss. JackAss was yelling at me. "So what if you like to fuck! Fucking is fun. I like to fuck. Everybody loves to fuck. You enjoy fucking? So God damn what! You're not fighting because you hate to fuck. You're fighting because you have the right to fuck who you want. Now get your head out of your ass and get back in the fucking game. You've got a fucking job to do and you're not done yet. You got me soldier?"
"Yes, sir."
"I'm not a sir. Sirs are candy asses. I'm a fucking Ranger, HooYaw. Get it together before I have to come in there and kick your ass."
"Yes, JackAss."
"That's more like it. Now think how you're going to pull this off. I'm not telling you again."
"Okay."
I sat there in the dark and silence, still wearing my mask, waiting for them to return. My purse was in the study. If I was alone in there for 15 seconds, I could put the book on the shelf. The sunglasses were in my purse as well. I needed a reason to put them on, and then forget them. Only reason to put them on was to protect my eyes from sunlight. Oliver had a pool in the back, with a privacy fence around his yard. Once the other two men left, I could suggest going out to the pool for the evening. Even Oliver would be tired by then. You can't cozy up to him though. He'd never believe me. I have to be sarcastic and hateful, yet still get him to go outside. When I do, I'll go to my purse for my sunglasses, slip the book on the bookshelf, maybe grab a couple bugs, one for the bedroom in case he doesn't leave my sunglasses on the dresser. I've got a plan, but be flexible, ready to change.
Roughly 20, 30 minutes went by, I had no certainty as to the length. I heard them returning and knelt on the bed, waiting. The cum on my face had dried to a crusty mask. The cum in my cunt and ass was starting to congeal.
"Where did you find this whore, Oliver? I've never met anyone who seemed to love fucking more than she does." Familiar speaking.
"I bagged her at her wedding," Oliver replied. "Got her to suck my cock while her husband was waiting at the altar. She has an almost unlimited capacity for sex. You heard her. She can't get enough. I believe it's my turn to use her cunt and sir; you have to try her ass. It's so tight it will feel like she's squeezing the head off."
"Her cunt was pretty tight, too," Stranger said. "Especially with you in her ass."
"Hard to believe she was a virgin on her wedding night, isn't it?" Oliver said.
"You're kidding," Familiar said, "a virgin."
"Never even sucked a cock until she sucked mine," Oliver said.
"When was this? 5 years ago?"
"About 10 months. I also fucked her right across the street from her husband's office," Oliver said.
"He doesn't care if his wife is a whore?" Familiar asked.
"Doesn't know. You should see her lie to him. I was licking her cunt when she was talking to him on the phone. He didn't have a clue. Let's finish this up. One more round of cum and she might almost have enough. Suck me hard, slut."
Oliver's cock touched my lips and I opened up for him. He slid in. I could still taste my ass on him. I didn't even gag this time. I guess you could get used to anything. When Oliver was hard, he help me mount him. The sweet heat in my cunt warning me I was going to cum some more. Mister Familiar was the next one to use my mouth to get hard. I believed I finally realized who he was. He was running for Attorney General and with the election in a little over two weeks, was hitting the airwaves hard with his campaign ads. It took him a little longer this time. He was the oldest of the trio. Still, the fact he'd be fucking my ass while all my other holes were filled was enough to finally get him hard enough to slide into my cum soaked rectum. My sphincter stretched enough today to provide little impediment to his cock, even though he was also the largest of the three.
Leaving only Stranger, who filled my mouth as soon as the other two were comfortably fucking my other two holes. If I was a slut, I was going to act like a slut, audience be damned. I moaned around the cock in my mouth, I fucked the cocks in my crotch. I gave them everything I had and they appreciated it. The couldn't stop exclaiming what a whore I was, the perfect fuck, willing to give every part of myself for their pleasure and mine.
I stopped trying to resist my lust. I loved to fuck and fuck I would. I climaxed, once, twice, three times while they reamed me. I slurped on the cock in my throat, encouraging Stranger to gift me his seed. I rolled between the two cocks filling my belly and butt, trying to drive them deeper inside, whimpering all the while. I was Nin-imma, Mesopotamian goddess of the cunt, milking for their cum. Stranger climaxed and I sipped his cum like nectar, sucking it from his balls. Oliver bucked up and released, surrendering his 4th batch of sperm while I bounced on his cock. Familiar alone remained, plowing my ass.
"Fuck me," I begged. "Please, make me cum again. I love to cum. You make me feel so good."
For an older guy, he was battering me good; long, deep thrusts into my ass, using every inch of his dick to plunder my butt. I orgasmed.
"Cum in me. Cum in my ass. Fill it with your cream, you bastard," I moaned, convulsing over his cock.
Finally, I felt him swell and he added his cum to the stew in my ass.
"Let me suck your cock," I pleaded. "Let me clean my ass off your prick."
His cock twitched in my ass hearing me beg to suck it. He happily withdrew from my rectum and I turned around to suck it into my mouth like the depraved cock sucking whore I was. When he was clean, I made sure the other two cocks were free of cum as well, licking my lips when I finished like a cat with cream.
I knelt on the bed while they dressed. Oliver escorted them out. When he returned, he told me I could remove my mask. The mask came off and I blinked in the sunlight. He tossed me a towel and told me to wipe the cum off. I stood up and stretched, cum running down my legs from my ass and cunt. I slowly wiped it off, dabbing at the tender orifices, sore from the rampant fucking.
"You really seemed to get into your fucking at the end," Oliver noted.
"Am I mistaken. Isn't this what you wanted all along, for me to finally become so depraved I'd beg for cock every chance I got? Now, I'm begging for it and you seem surprised."
"I didn't think it would be so easy."
"It wasn't easy. What else could you do to me? I've surrendered every hole, all of my dignity, the love and honor of my husband and my marriage. You said it yourself, every time I was given a choice, I made the slut's choice, revealing my inner nature. I'm beginning to accept who and what I am. You've proven beyond a doubt I'm a whore. When you made me suck your cock after fucking me ass, I lost the last shred of self-respect I possessed. There's nothing left of me but the cock hungry shell you've turned me into. Why fight it any longer?"
He looked at me. "Go take a shower."
I went into the bathroom.
"Signing out," I whispered. "I'm about to get wet." Hiding the bug under my towel, I took a quick shower. I came out drying myself, the ear piece concealed in my hand and stood by the sliding door leading to his pool and spa. This was the tricky part.
"If we're done fucking for awhile, have you any objection to me using the hot tub. My cunt and ass are quite sore and it would be a relief to soak in hot water for awhile."
"Why not."
I hung up the towel in the bathroom and headed to his study.
"Where are you going?" Oliver asked.
"To get my sunglasses from my purse. It's still quite bright outside. It's only 3:30."
"Okay."
I breathed a sigh of relief as he let me go, sauntering slowly, restraining the impulse to run. Taking a quick glance down the hall to ensure Oliver hadn't followed me, I went into my purse, and slapped the book into the bookshelf. Snagging an audio bug and the sunglasses, the bug went under a corner of his desk where he was unlikely to touch.
"Book and bug in study," I whispered to earpiece before shoving it to the bottom of my purse. I sauntered back as easily as I'd left and went out to his deck. Oliver followed behind. Laying the towel on one of the deck chairs, I slid into the tub, sighing as I went in. My nether regions really were quite sore.
Oliver sat on a chair nearby, still studying me, wondering what I was doing.
I closed my eyes behind my sunglasses, his frank appraisal a little scary. Don't panic, Brenda. You're doing fine.
"I'm surprised you haven't made me sun myself at your pool before. Your neighbor can see over the fence from his second floor. It's the kind of shitty thing that's right up your alley."
He glanced over at the neighbors. "I believe the Missus uses that as a sewing or craft room. No one but her is usually there. Not nearly embarrassing enough," he replied.
"No. I suppose not. Still; every little bit helps. Just out of curiosity, are we done fucking now. I didn't get a ton of sleep last night and I'm supposed to contact Tan tonight; kind of a mutual masturbation thing we have worked out."
"No, I want you to spend the night."
"I guess I won't be FaceTiming with Tan tonight, since he'll recognize this isn't our home."
"When he calls, tell him one of your girlfriends is visiting, so you can't masturbate."
"You do realize, don't you, that just because I've decided I really like fucking, really, really like fucking; I still don't like fucking you."
"That's the Brenda I know and love," Oliver said. "I was getting worried about you."
From that moment on, Oliver seemed to relax again and not pay as much attention to me. 15 minutes in the spa, I got out and started swimming laps, resting my sunglasses on a table facing Oliver. It had been quite awhile since I'd done them. I'd been posing almost every day and busy with Tan or my other, depraved, life. My honeymoon was the last time I remembered swimming laps. Oliver slapped a couple steaks on the grill, opened a bag of mixed salad greens and cracked open a bottle of wine. He called me out of the pool when the steaks were done. I ate, my sunglasses back on, but I remained as aloof and detached from him as possible.
He seemed to like it that way, not yet sure he could trust slut Brenda. He was right. I'd decided if I was going to surrender every particle of the old me and sink into his pit of depravity, I was going to take him down with me, hopefully to drown. When I finished eating, I got back in the hot tub, not ready to swim laps after eating. When I felt I'd boiled enough, I got out and lay down in one of the deck chairs. I closed my eyes.
"I want to fuck again."
I opened my eyes. Oliver was standing over my lounge, his cock hard.
"Can't we give it a rest. My cunt and ass are still sore from the fucking I took this afternoon. I need to recover or I won't remain as tight as you seem to like me."
"Your mouth then."
I got up to go in the house.
"No, out here."
I glanced at the neighbors house, the window on the second floor. The lowering sun was shining on the glass and was impossible to see into.
Noticing my look, Oliver said, "I haven't seen anyone up there, if that's what you're wondering, but I only do if it's dark and the light is on. For all I know, she's been watching you all afternoon. If she's watching, give her a show. Demonstrate how a slut sucks cock."
I sighed. Sitting on the edge of my lounge, I tugged Oliver's cock into my mouth. I deep throated his erection for 15 minutes, demonstrating every talent I now possessed. I realized my sunglasses were still on and my invisible watchers would be viewing a close up of the base of his rigid prick and pubic hair slowly bobbing back and forth, like they were sucking Oliver's cock. I smiled, wondering how uncomfortable the two men might be if they were watching. I cupped his sack and slurped loudly, feeling his balls twitch before his cock swelled and I received my love offering. He allowed me to swallow it all. Facials only seemed to be his thing when someone else was watching. He wasn't sure of the person in the upstairs window. He didn't know he had another audience. When his cock was clean, I leaned back on the lounge, relaxing once more.
The sun setting, I went into his bedroom, setting the sunglasses on his clothes bureau pointed into his room, crossing my fingers they'd remain there. We went into his family room and turned on the TV. He asked me what I wanted to watch. I scrolled through the offerings in the Guide settling on the TV series "Outlander" on Starz. Tan and I didn't get Starz, so I hadn't followed the TV show, but I loved the books. The guy playing Jamie Fucker was a barrel chested stud. Oliver had me sit beside him and lightly stroked my breasts and/or sex while we watched it, keeping me on edge.
It was between seasons for the series, but they were replaying season two, where Jamie and Claire were in France trying to disrupt the Jacobite rebellion to keep the battle of Culloden from happening. I laughed at the episode where Claire had her cunt waxed like the French nobility and Jamie was surprised to find her bare. I cried at the episode where Jamie and Black Jack Randall duel and they're arrested and Claire loses her baby. I cringed when Claire had to sleep with King Louis to obtain Jamie's release from prison. Too much like my own life, I suppose.
Tan called and Oliver paused the show, but he kept his hands on me, playing with my body, as I talked to Tan.
"Hey, Brenda. Are you as ready as I am?"
"I'm sorry, Tan, but a couple of the girls are over right now and I can't masturbate with you right now."
"You know this is the time for our thing. Why haven't you gotten rid of them?"
"What am I supposed to say? Tan's going to call at 10 and we're going to masturbate for each other on FaceTime. Please leave."
"Why not?"
"Have I ever told your friends to leave when we had other plans?"
"No," he admitted.
Oliver was gently stroking my clit now, erect and poking from my folds, Oliver hoping to make my cum or at least moan while Tan was on the phone to see how I'd explain it away. I needed to get rid of him quickly.
"I'll make it up to you soon, Tan, I promise. We're in the middle of a game now. Text me and I'll do it whenever you want, even in the middle of modeling for Suki."
Tan would probably love that. I suppressed a moan, almost choking on it.
"Okay, I'll hold you to that," Tan said. "Whenever I want."
"I love you. Bye, honey," I got out, hanging up just before I moaned, rolling my cunt and my eager nubbin against Oliver's hand.
"You fucking bastard!" I screamed. .... ....