02-07-2019, 02:34 PM
Mr. Malik explained to the other men about getting me pregnant and the bet and all. Then, he told everyone they could fuck me all they wanted, but they had to use condoms so as to not interfere with the bet. And know what else? He told them to feed me their cum from the condom after they fucked me.
Mr. Malik turned to me and handed me the funnel.
'You know what to do,' he said, and I did.
I put the funnel under my pussy and removed the comb. All that good cum drained into the funnel. I stuck the funnel in my mouth and opened the valve. They applauded, clapping for my cum sucking ways. As my head was back and I was still sucking the cum from the funnel, I felt hands on me. They laid me on the table and started.
Oh, Ajay, I feel sorry for you, not because you were not there, I mean. I feel sorry for you because you are a man. You get hard and fire, then you are done for a while. But a woman, particularly a woman who's a slut like me, is just getting warmed up after one man. You know, I start orgasming with one, but with many, I'm transported to a wild, wonderful fuck land. A woman can fuck all night and orgasm all night and love it all night. And not just one night, but every night. I feel sorry for all men because they cannot enjoy sex as much as women can."
I thought about that. I know, as much as I enjoyed it, I didn't like sex nearly as much as Madhu.
"Think of every possible way a man can fuck a woman. I did them all. Against the wall, upside down, in the hot tub, on the billiard table, every way. Those guys were competing to see who could give me the best fucking and in the most unusual position. It was a tie. They all were magnificent."
Madhu gave a huge sigh. I saw her hand snake between her legs to play with herself as the joy of her memories made her horny again.
"The seven fathers didn't fuck me. All the others did. Mr. Subarmaniam, who is the South Indian whose sperm was in me, said they were saving themselves for the bet. When it was fairly late, I was fucked out, laying on the bed. I was more satisfied then I ever have been. Horse came in and helped me to the bathroom. I showered, used the facilities and douched. Then, he retied me to the bed and they all masturbated into the funnel again. Again, their cum was swirled by my finger and then released in my pussy. They put the comb in place. They released my legs, bound my wrists behind me, attached my collar to the headboard with a short chain and left me there for the night. As they all told me goodnight, they swatted my ass or twisted a nipple. They turned out the light as they left.
It was dark. I was alone. Alone except for a billion sperm swimming around inside me. Isn't that slutty, Ajay? Isn't that just wonderful? I was fucked until I could not move, my pussy sealed with the sperm of seven men in it, and tied to the bed so they could start using me again in the morning.
I felt like a true slut. And, Ajay, I knew, I just knew I was already pregnant, from the first funnel. I slept like a baby all night."
Mr. Malik turned to me and handed me the funnel.
'You know what to do,' he said, and I did.
I put the funnel under my pussy and removed the comb. All that good cum drained into the funnel. I stuck the funnel in my mouth and opened the valve. They applauded, clapping for my cum sucking ways. As my head was back and I was still sucking the cum from the funnel, I felt hands on me. They laid me on the table and started.
Oh, Ajay, I feel sorry for you, not because you were not there, I mean. I feel sorry for you because you are a man. You get hard and fire, then you are done for a while. But a woman, particularly a woman who's a slut like me, is just getting warmed up after one man. You know, I start orgasming with one, but with many, I'm transported to a wild, wonderful fuck land. A woman can fuck all night and orgasm all night and love it all night. And not just one night, but every night. I feel sorry for all men because they cannot enjoy sex as much as women can."
I thought about that. I know, as much as I enjoyed it, I didn't like sex nearly as much as Madhu.
"Think of every possible way a man can fuck a woman. I did them all. Against the wall, upside down, in the hot tub, on the billiard table, every way. Those guys were competing to see who could give me the best fucking and in the most unusual position. It was a tie. They all were magnificent."
Madhu gave a huge sigh. I saw her hand snake between her legs to play with herself as the joy of her memories made her horny again.
"The seven fathers didn't fuck me. All the others did. Mr. Subarmaniam, who is the South Indian whose sperm was in me, said they were saving themselves for the bet. When it was fairly late, I was fucked out, laying on the bed. I was more satisfied then I ever have been. Horse came in and helped me to the bathroom. I showered, used the facilities and douched. Then, he retied me to the bed and they all masturbated into the funnel again. Again, their cum was swirled by my finger and then released in my pussy. They put the comb in place. They released my legs, bound my wrists behind me, attached my collar to the headboard with a short chain and left me there for the night. As they all told me goodnight, they swatted my ass or twisted a nipple. They turned out the light as they left.
It was dark. I was alone. Alone except for a billion sperm swimming around inside me. Isn't that slutty, Ajay? Isn't that just wonderful? I was fucked until I could not move, my pussy sealed with the sperm of seven men in it, and tied to the bed so they could start using me again in the morning.
I felt like a true slut. And, Ajay, I knew, I just knew I was already pregnant, from the first funnel. I slept like a baby all night."
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