“Enjoy the rest of your day!” I chirped, hanging up the call that my call center job had me dial out.

Mindlessly, I sifted through the information relayed to me and finished the file I was working on, then moved on to the next. While working on this case, my mind wandered, though my fingers still did the necessary work for my boss to be happy.

There had been some turmoil in my marriage of late. My husband and I had been fighting constantly. Being 20 years older than me, his libido didn’t quite match mine, leaving me wanting more. I proposed the idea of an open marriage, but he refused even to entertain the idea, growing angrier every time I tried to change his mind. There was no doubt that tonight would be another night of fighting and unhappiness. I’d sometimes wondered if his anger would escalate one day after he called me a “raging whore” and started yelling at me.

Though he was not wrong. I’d been sneaking out from work to meet people for random sex. I couldn’t help myself. Despite the copious amounts of sex I had at home, it was not enough. I couldn’t get enough. It wasn’t even the sex I wanted – it was the aftermath. The release. The filling. Oh, how I loved the feeling of a man’s cum released inside me. To me, there was nothing more natural or basic about living than giving into base desires from time to time.

I sighed, absently working through call after call with my mind wandering from person to person that I’d been with in the last week. There’d been seven, and it was only Wednesday. The first three were in a hotel room on Sunday, each one taking their turn filling me with their precious juices. Monday, I went to someone’s house. It was supposed to be only him, but he had friends over, and the four of them took turns in my mouth and hands, each one finishing as far inside me as they could go. Still, I craved more. Needed more. I would do anything to have as many cocks as possible cum in or on me.

The moment the clock struck quitting time, I logged out of all my programs, forgoing any uncomfortable goodbyes on the way to the triple door exit. Pushing past the first door, I dreaded the night to come. My mood was sour. The second door was the next to open. I waited for the first door to close completely and then pushed through it into a hallway that led to the exit of the building.

There he was.

“Ugh.” I grimaced, opening the last door.

My teeth clenched as I approached the cherry red Mazda sedan he cherished dearly. I opened the back and stuffed my items – a lunch bag, sweatshirt, and notebook, all in the back seat before taking my place in the front seat of the car. I eyed the black interior, avoiding his gaze. There was an uncomfortable silence as he drove away.

Not long after leaving work, I realized we were headed the wrong way to get home. Instead of asking, I sighed, looking out the passenger’s window at the grey, pregnant clouds above me in the early evening sky. Not a single word had been uttered thus far. What was going on? I wondered.

Nose scrunching, I watched my reflection in the window. My red hair shone in the pale sunlight; black rimmed glasses hid blue eyes with impossibly long eyelashes—my round face with moderately high cheekbones and a round, French-style button nose. My Bermuda blue eyes, laced with green around the iris, glistened as I held back tears, sighing once again in the silence.

Before I knew it, we had stopped. Looking around, I noticed we were at a hotel. I looked to my husband, Taylor, with a confused look, and he just smiled with a sinister grin.

“Put this on. Now. Do not question me. Do not delay. You will obey,” he said, his voice deep and authoritative.

For a long moment, I stared at him and the blindfold he held in his hand. My puzzled expression meant nothing to him. Unsure of what was coming next, I shakily took the eye cover and tied it around my head, making sure the black satin cloth was on tight.

From the driver’s seat, I heard the door open and close. Subsequently, I heard my door open, and a rush of the night’s cool breeze rustled my long, black tulle skirt. The “Berserk” t-shirt I wore was thin, providing little warmth from the night’s chilly air. A shiver crawled down my spine, and a warm hand grabbed mine gently. Taylor tugged my hand, leading me out of the car.

At a very slow but steady pace, we walked. I am not sure how much time transpired, but the familiar smell of a hotel lobby greeted me as we entered the building. An array of smells wandered through my senses. I smelled people, food, perfume, cologne, cleaner, and many other scents that wafted my way.

I heard the bustle of a busy lobby and the familiar ding of an elevator, the smell of the oil assaulting my nostrils as I approached. He led me in, holding me close by the arm as we tucked ourselves into a corner of the elevator. Other people joined in, and the doors closed. For quite some time, the elevator rose, occasionally stopping, though we did not depart.

Finally, I could sense that we were the last ones in the car, and we were still headed up. One more floor later, we stopped, and I heard the doors open. He took me by the arm once more and led me through what felt like a carpeted hallway underneath my shoes. We walked for a while, turning now and again down a hall. The air was stiff with silence. Neither of us seemed to want to crack the ice and say more than what was said. I couldn’t tell if his stoic demeanor meant that he was happy or sad. His voice was monotone.

“We’re here,” he grumbled, swiping the key to enter the room.

“Okay,” I squeaked, hearing the door creak open.

Inside, there was a low murmur of voices. Suddenly, when I was led into what I presumed to be the center of the room.  At this point, no one spoke. I felt hands grab at my shirt, groping and tugging at my nipples. There were several sets of hands on me, now, exploring my body. My skirt was the first to come off, revealing my lack of panties. There were some ooohs and aaahs around the room while someone else tugged my shirt over my head. There was a quick pair of hands ready to unclasp my plain black strapless bra. I heard my clothes thunk to the floor, and I was led over to the bed, my shins bumping into the plush mattress.

“What's going on?” I cried out, reaching in front of me to balance myself.

No answer. All these voices, and not even one would tell me what was going on. I felt a foot slip between my legs, forcing my feet apart. My ass and pussy, now exposed and ready to be taken, felt the heat of hands gripping the soft skin of my buttocks. I felt a hand on the middle of my back. With a rough push, I fell forward on the bed. Without a second of delay, I felt the head of a hard cock slip into my soaked folds.

“H-hey… n-now….” I stammered, pretending to be unaware of what was really happening.

As a response, I felt the cock slide inside me slowly, my walls succumbing to its girth. I felt myself squeeze around this unfamiliar cock, aching for him to push it in deeper. As if he had read my mind, he moved his tip as far as it would go inside me, pushing up against me so hard it hurt. He backed out and began to slam into me. I couldn’t help the moans that came out, nor the sudden, desperate need to have his seed inside me. I didn’t know who these people were or how many of them there were, but I surmised that each of them would take their turn on me.

“Since you love cum so much...” I felt another cock part my lips as I held myself up while being fucked like a toy. “You will get more than you can take. And when you are dripping from every hole on your little whore body, you will get more cum. There is a line of people here to use you.”

The slapping of this stranger’s balls against my ass was the only thing that could be heard for a moment. I lashed my tongue around the tip of the cock inside my mouth, happily sucking away while I was fucked from behind.

Not long after I began to suck on the second cock, I felt a warm stickiness on one of my ass cheeks. Someone must have cum on me, I thought. Not long after that, I felt the man inside me quiver, his hot cum filling me up. The man with his cock in my mouth withdrew it. I felt the air shift as he circled me, bracing himself on my wet cunt. Though the last person was quite girthy, this man felt even larger. I bit my lower lip and waited in anticipation, but it wasn’t long before I felt another piece of warm flesh press against my lips, forcing its way inside. Just as one cock slipped into my mouth, the other one slammed into my cunt without remorse, pushing me forward, making the shaft in my mouth hit the back with great force. There were murmurs all around me. The various sounds of sex and masturbation filled the room. Again, as I sucked and fucked the cocks inside me, I felt another load hit me. This one was on my face, close to the blindfold on my left cheek. The hot semen dripped down onto the bed, a couple of globs landing on one hand that held me up.

“Good girl,”  came a voice from behind me.

I presumed that was the man inside me. Just as he said that, with one last thrust, he came inside me, adding to the load that had previously been deposited. His cock came out with a slurp. It wasn’t long before the third man released inside my mouth, forcing his seed down my throat.

Several hands gripped me, leading me further into the bed. The cum inside me shifted. I squeezed around it, trying to keep in as much as possible. I wasn’t sure if my husband was aware I wasn’t on birth control, but I doubted that would matter at this moment. I felt myself being guided up a set of legs. I did my best to climb up, using my hands to sense what was around me. I climbed on top of someone and guided myself so I could slip his cock into my soaked, dripping hole. The bed sank in some, and I realized that someone else had climbed on and positioned himself behind me.

Before I discovered it, there was the wet tip of a cock sliding around the entrance to my ass. I opened my mouth and turned my head, but another cock was shoved into my mouth before I could utter a word. Each one, at their own pace, came inside me. The man in my ass was rather thick. It took him several minutes to prepare it properly for his girth, using his two fingers in the extra-tight hole before he inserted himself, causing me to cry out loudly. I clutched the bed on either side of the man, feeling both men inside me at the same time. Both worked their shafts at the same time, a bit unsynchronised, but it felt incredible to have both holes filled at once. Another man filled my mouth with his cock, filling my last orifice with his hard meat.

As one person replaced another in my various holes, I lost count of how many people had cum in or on me. It was exhilarating. My body was sticky with sweat and semen. The air smelled like sex; the sounds reverberated in the large room. This was everything I had hoped for over the last month. And to think my husband was the one to set this up for me. Maybe he does understand, I thought to myself as I swallowed one more load.  My body ached from the stretching of each hole. My ass had never taken such abuse. After taking several loads in my pussy, I took several more in my ass. I couldn’t remember how many. There had been at least 20 men or so who had taken their turns using me.

Finally, as I lay on top of one man, I felt another finish in my ass. He grunted and moaned, giving my ass one last slap before pulling out. The last two men who were inside me pulled out, my holes leaking as I lay down on the bed, breathing heavily. I felt another person climb onto the bed while the other two left. I had heard the murmurs and sounds die down and assumed most people had left. I lay on the bed, wet, covered, sore, and used. Closing my eyes, I breathed in the smell of sex, taking in every moment of what had just happened. I felt a tug on my head, and the blindfold came free. I opened my eyes, squinting until my eyes adjusted to the lights.

Mounted on top of me was Taylor. His thick knee parted my knees, pushing up to my pussy lips. He said nothing as he lay his large chest down on top of me, bringing his lips to my ear.

“Are you satisfied?” he asked.

I nodded and smiled, my breathing slowing down.

“I am,” was my earnest reply.

“Good. My turn,” said my husband, his salt and pepper whiskers brushing up against my cheek as he pulled his head away, quickly slipping his cock into my loosened, wet walls.

His grunts excited me. I wrapped my legs around his thick torso, pulling him in tighter as he began to thrust himself inside me. My slick pussy accepted him, greedily taking his cock. He pumped in repeatedly, both of us crying out in pleasure and moving in tandem. His hands groped my sticky breasts, thumbing over my nipples. I shivered with desire, thrusting my hips into his hard, taking him deeper.

Without saying anything, I pushed him off me and ignored his confused glance as I pushed him onto the bed. With my ass towards him, I straddled his hips, sitting up on my knees. He closed his legs, allowing me to comfortably mount him with both knees on either side of his hips. I guided his dick into my hole once more and began to ride him, pushing him as deep as he could. I leaned forward, bracing myself as I bounced my ass on his cock. His hands grasped my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. I felt him slip a finger into me as I rode him. His moans and grunts matched my own as we reignited our passion.

It didn’t take long for him to cum inside me. By how hard he was, I could tell that he was incredibly aroused by what he had just witnessed and wanted to be the last one to add his load to the many I had taken tonight. He sucked in his teeth, cock still throbbing inside me as he released every drop inside me.

“That was fun,” I smiled, sliding him out of me and lying next to him.

“I promise it was more fun to watch.” Taylor laughed, wrapping his arms around me, pulling my small frame into his large, 6’2" body. His skin was soft against mine as I curled up into him, resting my head on his chest. We lay in silence for a few moments as I relived the events in my head, recalling each sensation in each moment of my fantasy that became a reality.