08-09-2021, 01:50 PM
Madhu's pregnant.
Madhu, my wife and my boss' slut, was telling me about her weekend. At his club, Mr. Malik, my boss, and six other men filled her with their cum after making a bet on which one would get her pregnant. More than that, nineteen other men fucked her all they wanted. Each of those nineteen had to use a condom so they would not interfere with the bet. Madhu was very appreciative that they emptied all the condoms into her willing mouth so she could swallow all that man cum. Madhu is a world class slut and sluts can never eat enough cum.
Madhu gave me a beautiful, innocent smile and resumed her story.
"While I slept, I dreamed. I dreamed I delivered seven babies at once except they were not really babies. They were about four years old. They were all boys and each one looked exactly like his father, meaning none of them looked like you or me. The city gave me a big parade. I was naked, riding in a float covered with roses. Our seven little sons were standing up by me, waving to the crowd. Oh, Ajay, what a wonderful dream."
She looked pensive as a tear floated down her cheek. I knew how much my Madhu wanted children, children I could not give her since I was sterile. She smiled wanly, patted my hand, and continued with her story about her weekend.
"Saturday morning, Horse awakened me. He untied me and removed my collar and restraints. I was a little stiff from being bound all night. In the bathroom, I removed the golden comb and swallowed down the cum that had been in my pussy, took a shower, washed my hair and, generally, cleaned up.
I was starved, Ajay. All that fucking makes a slut hungry. Horse just grinned when I asked for something to eat and handed me a quart milk bottle. It was full of animal cum, courtesy of Mr. Ambani. That was it. They gave me nothing else to eat all weekend except four quarts of cum plus the cum from all those condoms and funnels."
No wonder Madhu had scarfed that pizza and beer as if she were starved. I wondered what the food value of cum was and if there was any way to find out.
"Ajay, come to think of it, I was never really hungry either, not until I smelled the pizza. Then I was famished. Anyway, it was just Horse and me in the club. We talked and played gin rummy. I really do like Horse. If he were fifty years younger, I would be his mistress, his personal slut. Don't worry, Ajay. I'd never leave you for him or anyone else.
My god, Ajay. You're so hard. You're hard all the time. I like that, Ajay. Want a quickie?"
"Later. Tell me more."
"Ajay, I think it's wonderful you like having a slut wife because, baby, your wife loves being a slut. Well, I drank the animal cum as Horse and I finished our gin rummy game. One of the men came in. He took me in the bedroom and fucked me. Nothing wild or unusual. Just a good hard fucking from a good man with a good hard cock. That's how the morning went. Men would arrive and fuck me. Some wanted to take their time. Others had a golf game or something and were in a hurry. Generally, it was fairly calm. I like that kind of fucking, too, you know."
She laughed introspectively and squeezed my hand.
"I like all kinds of fucking, don't I? About lunch, the other six fathers arrived. They went through the same routine as the prior night, tying me to the bed, using a funnel to fill me with seed, and then sealing my pussy with a golden comb through my pussy rings. In the afternoon, I played cards and visited and fucked whoever asked. About four Mr. Malik told me to take a nap.
Ajay, how about a quickie? Please."
I could tell by her voice and her face Madhu wanted to orgasm. Mr. Malik, once again, had been completely correct about his slut, about my wife. Madhu was addicted to sex and loved being that way. I loved her being that way. My sex life had never been better.
"I'll eat you," I answered.
She gave a little squeal and shoved me on my back. In a flash, her pierced pussy was pressed against my mouth. I do love eating Madhu's pussy. This time I wrapped my arms around her thighs to hold her tightly against me. That reduced her movement and made it take longer before she came.
Wow! She came over and over, squealing and bucking and begging me to do it harder. I love seeing my Madhu cum.
Madhu, my wife and my boss' slut, was telling me about her weekend. At his club, Mr. Malik, my boss, and six other men filled her with their cum after making a bet on which one would get her pregnant. More than that, nineteen other men fucked her all they wanted. Each of those nineteen had to use a condom so they would not interfere with the bet. Madhu was very appreciative that they emptied all the condoms into her willing mouth so she could swallow all that man cum. Madhu is a world class slut and sluts can never eat enough cum.
Madhu gave me a beautiful, innocent smile and resumed her story.
"While I slept, I dreamed. I dreamed I delivered seven babies at once except they were not really babies. They were about four years old. They were all boys and each one looked exactly like his father, meaning none of them looked like you or me. The city gave me a big parade. I was naked, riding in a float covered with roses. Our seven little sons were standing up by me, waving to the crowd. Oh, Ajay, what a wonderful dream."
She looked pensive as a tear floated down her cheek. I knew how much my Madhu wanted children, children I could not give her since I was sterile. She smiled wanly, patted my hand, and continued with her story about her weekend.
"Saturday morning, Horse awakened me. He untied me and removed my collar and restraints. I was a little stiff from being bound all night. In the bathroom, I removed the golden comb and swallowed down the cum that had been in my pussy, took a shower, washed my hair and, generally, cleaned up.
I was starved, Ajay. All that fucking makes a slut hungry. Horse just grinned when I asked for something to eat and handed me a quart milk bottle. It was full of animal cum, courtesy of Mr. Ambani. That was it. They gave me nothing else to eat all weekend except four quarts of cum plus the cum from all those condoms and funnels."
No wonder Madhu had scarfed that pizza and beer as if she were starved. I wondered what the food value of cum was and if there was any way to find out.
"Ajay, come to think of it, I was never really hungry either, not until I smelled the pizza. Then I was famished. Anyway, it was just Horse and me in the club. We talked and played gin rummy. I really do like Horse. If he were fifty years younger, I would be his mistress, his personal slut. Don't worry, Ajay. I'd never leave you for him or anyone else.
My god, Ajay. You're so hard. You're hard all the time. I like that, Ajay. Want a quickie?"
"Later. Tell me more."
"Ajay, I think it's wonderful you like having a slut wife because, baby, your wife loves being a slut. Well, I drank the animal cum as Horse and I finished our gin rummy game. One of the men came in. He took me in the bedroom and fucked me. Nothing wild or unusual. Just a good hard fucking from a good man with a good hard cock. That's how the morning went. Men would arrive and fuck me. Some wanted to take their time. Others had a golf game or something and were in a hurry. Generally, it was fairly calm. I like that kind of fucking, too, you know."
She laughed introspectively and squeezed my hand.
"I like all kinds of fucking, don't I? About lunch, the other six fathers arrived. They went through the same routine as the prior night, tying me to the bed, using a funnel to fill me with seed, and then sealing my pussy with a golden comb through my pussy rings. In the afternoon, I played cards and visited and fucked whoever asked. About four Mr. Malik told me to take a nap.
Ajay, how about a quickie? Please."
I could tell by her voice and her face Madhu wanted to orgasm. Mr. Malik, once again, had been completely correct about his slut, about my wife. Madhu was addicted to sex and loved being that way. I loved her being that way. My sex life had never been better.
"I'll eat you," I answered.
She gave a little squeal and shoved me on my back. In a flash, her pierced pussy was pressed against my mouth. I do love eating Madhu's pussy. This time I wrapped my arms around her thighs to hold her tightly against me. That reduced her movement and made it take longer before she came.
Wow! She came over and over, squealing and bucking and begging me to do it harder. I love seeing my Madhu cum.
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