02-07-2019, 02:33 PM
"This slut does love cum. This slut's tired all of a sudden. Come on. Shower with me."
I took off my clothes and joined her in the shower. She was quiet as I shampooed her head and washed her throughly. She let me dry her hair, which was now squeaky clean. She barely made it to the bed before she was asleep. Before I covered her over, I looked at the bruises on her lips and tits and hips. She had a hard weekend. I was dying to hear about it.
She awakened about seven, hungry as a bear. I ordered pizza. We sat together on the couch, sipping our beers, as we waited for it.
"God, Ajay. What a weekend. Do you want to hear?" she asked coquettishly.
"Yes. I love hearing."
"I know. You're really proud of me, aren't you? You're proud your wife is a world class slut."
"Yes, I'm proud of you."
"And you like the fact I'm fucking a lot of men. Don't lie to me."
"Yes. I like our life together, too."
"Me, too, Ajay. I'm blessed beyond my dreams. I'm a professional slut who's going to have five children and my husband is supportive and loving and proud of his slut wife. How did I get so lucky?"
Gently, she kissed me. Then, she kissed me hard and giggled.
"Ajay, I'll bet money I'm pregnant right now, as we speak. Let me tell you all about it. You know when Mr. Malik picked me up Friday, I was wearing my comb and my pussy was full of your cum. It didn't seem we were driving in the right direction so I asked where we were going.
'To the mall. I'm going to let you prance through the mall. And, I'm going to remove the comb so the cum drips down your leg and everyone can see it,' Mr. Malik said.
Ajay, that's so slutty I almost orgasmed just thinking about it. Then, I realized both our parents ate dinner Friday night at the restaurant in the mall. Suddenly, I didn't want to be there. I don't mind being a slut, but I didn't want to embarrass them. I told Mr. Malik. It was the first time I ever said no to him. He just smiled and said okay. Well, we drove to the building his club uses.
You're so hard, Ajay. You really do get turned on listening to my adventures, don't you?"
"Yes," I gasped as she played with my cock.
"Whenever you want me to stop talking and fuck or suck, just let me know. Where was I? Oh, yes. As I was getting out of the limo at his club, he stopped me. My legs were spread with one foot in the limo and one out. He popped the comb and the cum just gushed from me. Your cum, Ajay, running down my legs as he led me into the club. Seven men were there when you include Mr. Malik. Of course, I recognized some of them from before. And, Horse was one of them. I gave him a big, wet kiss as I ground my tits into his chest. He loved it.
'Now, Madhu, my sweet slut, one of us seven will get you pregnant,' Mr. Malik said to me.
I was so excited. I was going to get fucked seven times and get pregnant. But it didn't work out that way. Ajay, there is the pizza man. Do you want me to answer the door?"
Madhu was not teasing me. She would have answered the door even though she was naked. I was wearing a robe. I answered the door and returned with the pizza to the kitchen table. Madhu grabbed a piece, stuffing it in her mouth like she was starving. I got us fresh beers and set down with her.
"Um, that pizza's good," she said, trying to catch the dangling cheese with her fingers.
"Go on," I urged.
"Even sluts have to eat," she said with a laugh, licking tomato sauce from her fingers. I had noticed Madhu loved to eat more sloppily since she became a slut. She liked to get the food on her hands and lick it off. Then, I realized I enjoyed that same thing, too. She chugged some beer and wiped her mouth.
"Ajay, Mr. Malik told me to undress, which was real easy since I was wearing almost nothing. The men undressed as I did.
'Now, little slut, get on your knees. Suck each cock until it is hard and then thank it for getting you pregnant.'
I did just like Mr. Malik said. Oh, Ajay, seven of them, all waiting to get me pregnant. I knelt and took a cock in my mouth, a black cock. I got it nice and hard, thanked it and, then, I went to the second man. I did all seven, just like Mr. Malik said for me to do.
Mr. Malik does know how to make a girl feel slutty, Ajay. As I was sucking the last of the seven, Mr. Malik put something around my neck. It was a leather bondage collar, a thick, wide one. He snugged it tight. I heard the click of the padlock as he locked it around my neck. My adrenalin was really rushing now. I had no idea what they were going to do to me. Not that I cared. As long as I got fucked long and often and got pregnant, they could do anything they wanted to me.
They carried me in and lay me on the bed. There was a leather strap running around the bed and they attached my collar to that strap. I could not raise my head off the bed. As I was trying to figure out what they were doing, they attached leather restraints around my ankles.
Ajay, your cock's twitching. If you cum and I don't get to swallow it, I'll never forgive you."
"You better get your mouth to work then," I moaned.
"God, I love sucking cock," she murmured as she lowered her lips over my cock head.
Madhu is a good cocksucker. No. Madhu is a world class cock sucker and she loves doing it. Madhu expelled a great sigh as she daintily retrieved a dapple of cum on her chin and sucked her finger clean.
"Ajay, you know what they did next? They spread my legs and attached them to the corner posts of the bed. They attached them high up so I was really hanging by my ankles with my pussy straight up in the air. I wondered how they were going to fuck me that way. But they had no intention of fucking me. Horse retrieved a funnel, you know, the kind you use in chemistry glass with the Teflon lining so everything slides through and there's a valve at the bottom to hold things in the funnel until you want to release the contents.
I took off my clothes and joined her in the shower. She was quiet as I shampooed her head and washed her throughly. She let me dry her hair, which was now squeaky clean. She barely made it to the bed before she was asleep. Before I covered her over, I looked at the bruises on her lips and tits and hips. She had a hard weekend. I was dying to hear about it.
She awakened about seven, hungry as a bear. I ordered pizza. We sat together on the couch, sipping our beers, as we waited for it.
"God, Ajay. What a weekend. Do you want to hear?" she asked coquettishly.
"Yes. I love hearing."
"I know. You're really proud of me, aren't you? You're proud your wife is a world class slut."
"Yes, I'm proud of you."
"And you like the fact I'm fucking a lot of men. Don't lie to me."
"Yes. I like our life together, too."
"Me, too, Ajay. I'm blessed beyond my dreams. I'm a professional slut who's going to have five children and my husband is supportive and loving and proud of his slut wife. How did I get so lucky?"
Gently, she kissed me. Then, she kissed me hard and giggled.
"Ajay, I'll bet money I'm pregnant right now, as we speak. Let me tell you all about it. You know when Mr. Malik picked me up Friday, I was wearing my comb and my pussy was full of your cum. It didn't seem we were driving in the right direction so I asked where we were going.
'To the mall. I'm going to let you prance through the mall. And, I'm going to remove the comb so the cum drips down your leg and everyone can see it,' Mr. Malik said.
Ajay, that's so slutty I almost orgasmed just thinking about it. Then, I realized both our parents ate dinner Friday night at the restaurant in the mall. Suddenly, I didn't want to be there. I don't mind being a slut, but I didn't want to embarrass them. I told Mr. Malik. It was the first time I ever said no to him. He just smiled and said okay. Well, we drove to the building his club uses.
You're so hard, Ajay. You really do get turned on listening to my adventures, don't you?"
"Yes," I gasped as she played with my cock.
"Whenever you want me to stop talking and fuck or suck, just let me know. Where was I? Oh, yes. As I was getting out of the limo at his club, he stopped me. My legs were spread with one foot in the limo and one out. He popped the comb and the cum just gushed from me. Your cum, Ajay, running down my legs as he led me into the club. Seven men were there when you include Mr. Malik. Of course, I recognized some of them from before. And, Horse was one of them. I gave him a big, wet kiss as I ground my tits into his chest. He loved it.
'Now, Madhu, my sweet slut, one of us seven will get you pregnant,' Mr. Malik said to me.
I was so excited. I was going to get fucked seven times and get pregnant. But it didn't work out that way. Ajay, there is the pizza man. Do you want me to answer the door?"
Madhu was not teasing me. She would have answered the door even though she was naked. I was wearing a robe. I answered the door and returned with the pizza to the kitchen table. Madhu grabbed a piece, stuffing it in her mouth like she was starving. I got us fresh beers and set down with her.
"Um, that pizza's good," she said, trying to catch the dangling cheese with her fingers.
"Go on," I urged.
"Even sluts have to eat," she said with a laugh, licking tomato sauce from her fingers. I had noticed Madhu loved to eat more sloppily since she became a slut. She liked to get the food on her hands and lick it off. Then, I realized I enjoyed that same thing, too. She chugged some beer and wiped her mouth.
"Ajay, Mr. Malik told me to undress, which was real easy since I was wearing almost nothing. The men undressed as I did.
'Now, little slut, get on your knees. Suck each cock until it is hard and then thank it for getting you pregnant.'
I did just like Mr. Malik said. Oh, Ajay, seven of them, all waiting to get me pregnant. I knelt and took a cock in my mouth, a black cock. I got it nice and hard, thanked it and, then, I went to the second man. I did all seven, just like Mr. Malik said for me to do.
Mr. Malik does know how to make a girl feel slutty, Ajay. As I was sucking the last of the seven, Mr. Malik put something around my neck. It was a leather bondage collar, a thick, wide one. He snugged it tight. I heard the click of the padlock as he locked it around my neck. My adrenalin was really rushing now. I had no idea what they were going to do to me. Not that I cared. As long as I got fucked long and often and got pregnant, they could do anything they wanted to me.
They carried me in and lay me on the bed. There was a leather strap running around the bed and they attached my collar to that strap. I could not raise my head off the bed. As I was trying to figure out what they were doing, they attached leather restraints around my ankles.
Ajay, your cock's twitching. If you cum and I don't get to swallow it, I'll never forgive you."
"You better get your mouth to work then," I moaned.
"God, I love sucking cock," she murmured as she lowered her lips over my cock head.
Madhu is a good cocksucker. No. Madhu is a world class cock sucker and she loves doing it. Madhu expelled a great sigh as she daintily retrieved a dapple of cum on her chin and sucked her finger clean.
"Ajay, you know what they did next? They spread my legs and attached them to the corner posts of the bed. They attached them high up so I was really hanging by my ankles with my pussy straight up in the air. I wondered how they were going to fuck me that way. But they had no intention of fucking me. Horse retrieved a funnel, you know, the kind you use in chemistry glass with the Teflon lining so everything slides through and there's a valve at the bottom to hold things in the funnel until you want to release the contents.
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