The lace of my black thigh-high stockings clung to my thick thighs, the garter belt snapping taut against my hips as I adjusted my skirt in front of the mirror. The tight, frilly maid outfit I’d picked for the gig barely covered my fat, chunky ass, the hem riding up to expose the curve where my thighs met my cheeks. My long, dark hair cascaded over my shoulders, framing my soft, feminine face—high cheekbones, full lips, and big, doe-like eyes that always got me mistaken for a girl. I didn’t mind. Hell, I loved the attention, especially from men who couldn’t keep their eyes off my hourglass figure or the way my tight top hugged my flat chest, hinting at the illusion of tits I didn’t have. My cute, 4.5-inch cock twitched under the satin panties, already half-hard just thinking about what this weekend might bring.
I’d found the ad on some sketchy corner of the internet, buried in a forum I probably shouldn’t have been browsing. “Tranny maid wanted for weekend gig. Lucrative pay. Discretion required.” The words had jumped out at me, and before I could talk myself out of it, I was on the phone with a deep-voiced guy who laid out the deal. Clean his house, cook for him and his buddies, and “entertain” as needed. He called himself Master, and the way he said it sent a shiver down my spine. I should’ve been wary, but the promise of cash—and the thrill of what “entertain” might mean—had me saying yes faster than I could blink.
Now, standing in his sprawling, modern mansion on the outskirts of some nowhere town, I smoothed my skirt and took a deep breath. The place was all glass and steel, with a view of rolling fields that screamed money. My heels clicked on the polished hardwood as I made my way to the living room, where Master was waiting. He was lounging on a leather couch, a tall, muscular Black guy in his late 30s, his dark skin gleaming under the soft lighting. His shaved head caught the glow, and his tight shirt showed off a chiseled chest and thick arms. He looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on my long legs and the way my skirt hugged my plump ass.
“Fuck, you’re even prettier than your pics,” he said, his voice low and rough. He stood, towering over me at easily 6’2”, and I felt my throat tighten as he stepped closer. “You ready to work, girl?”
I nodded, my lips parting slightly. “Yes, Master,” I said, the word feeling strange but exciting on my tongue. My eyes flicked to the bulge in his jeans, already straining, and I swallowed hard.
“Good.” He smirked, reaching out to grip my chin, tilting my face up. His thumb brushed my full lips, and I couldn’t help but part them, letting him press the pad against my tongue. “Start with the kitchen. I’m having some friends over tonight, so you’ll be cooking. After that…” His eyes darkened, and he squeezed my chin harder. “We’ll see how good you are at pleasing your Master.”
I shivered, my cock throbbing in my panties as he let go and gestured toward the kitchen. “Get to it.”
The morning passed in a blur of scrubbing counters, mopping floors, and prepping food. My skirt swished with every move, the garters tugging at my stockings as I bent over to clean or reach for ingredients. Master watched me work, his gaze heavy on my ass whenever I leaned forward, my cheeks peeking out from under the hem. By noon, I was sweaty, my hair sticking to my slender neck, but the house was spotless, and a pot of chili simmered on the stove for his friends.
“Come here,” Master called from the living room as I wiped down the last counter. I obeyed, my heels clicking as I approached. He was sprawled on the couch again, legs spread, one hand resting on his crotch. “You’ve been good so far. Time to show me what else you can do.”
My heart raced as I stopped in front of him, my curvy hips swaying slightly. He pointed to the floor between his knees. “On your knees, girl.”
I sank down, the hardwood cool against my stockinged knees. My delicate hands rested on my thick thighs, and I looked up at him, my pretty face flushed. He unzipped his jeans, and my breath caught as he pulled out his cock. It was massive—9 inches, thick as my wrist, with a dark, veiny shaft and a bulbous head already glistening with precum. My mouth watered, and I leaned forward, my lips brushing the tip.
“Worship it,” he growled, gripping the base.
I obeyed, kissing the head softly, my tongue flicking out to taste the salty precum. My lips parted wider, stretching around the tip as I sucked gently, my hands sliding up his thighs to steady myself. He groaned, his hand tangling in my long hair, pulling me closer. “Fuck, that’s it. Take it deeper.”
I moaned, the vibration making him twitch in my mouth. I bobbed my head, taking him inch by inch, my throat relaxing as I worked him deeper. My lips stretched tight, saliva dripping down my chin as I gagged softly, but I didn’t stop. His cock filled my mouth, the head nudging the back of my throat, and I felt my own cock straining against my panties, leaking into the satin.
“Goddamn, you’re a hungry little slut,” he said, his voice thick with lust. He tugged my hair harder, forcing me to take him all the way, my nose pressing into his pubes. I choked, tears prickling my eyes, but the sensation of his massive cock throbbing in my throat sent a thrill through me. He held me there, fucking my face with slow, deliberate thrusts, each one making me gag and moan.
“Look at me,” he ordered. I lifted my eyes, my lashes wet, and met his gaze. His dark eyes burned with dominance, and I felt my ass clench, aching to be filled. He pulled out suddenly, his cock slapping my cheek, leaving a wet streak. “Strip. Leave the stockings and heels.”
I stood, my legs shaky, and peeled off the maid outfit, letting it pool at my feet. My panties followed, revealing my cute, 4.5-inch cock, hard and dripping. Master’s eyes widened slightly, a smirk curling his lips. “Well, fuck. You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” He reached out, gripping my cock, giving it a rough tug that made me gasp. “Cute little thing. But I’m more interested in that ass.”
He spun me around, bending me over the arm of the couch. My plump, womanly ass jutted out, the garters framing my cheeks. He slapped my ass hard, the sting making me yelp, my cock bouncing. “Fuck, that’s a juicy ass,” he said, spanking me again, each hit leaving a red handprint on my pale skin. I moaned, pushing back, craving more.
His fingers found my hole, slick with lube he’d grabbed from somewhere. One thick digit pushed inside, stretching me, and I gasped, my toes curling in my heels. “Tight little pussy,” he murmured, adding a second finger, scissoring them to open me up. The burn was intense, but I rocked back, fucking myself on his fingers, my moans growing louder.
“Ready for my cock?” he asked, his voice a low growl.
“Yes, Master,” I panted, my voice high and needy. “Fuck me, please.”
He didn’t waste time. I felt the blunt head of his cock press against my hole, and then he pushed, slow but relentless. My ass stretched around him, the pain sharp and delicious as he filled me inch by inch. I cried out, my hands gripping the couch, my long hair swinging as I arched my back. “Fuck, it’s so big,” I gasped, my voice breaking as he bottomed out, his hips flush against my chunky ass.
“Take it, slut,” he growled, gripping my hips. He pulled back, then slammed in, setting a brutal pace. Each thrust rocked me forward, my cock slapping against my thighs, my moans filling the room. His cock ground against my prostate, sending sparks of pleasure through me, and I felt my orgasm building already.
He shifted, pushing me down so my chest pressed into the couch, my ass high. He spread my cheeks, spitting on my hole before plunging back in, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing. “Goddamn, this ass is perfect,” he said, spanking me again, the pain mixing with the pleasure of his cock stretching me wide. I screamed, my voice raw, as he fucked me harder, his balls slapping my taint.
“Gonna cum in this tight hole,” he grunted, his thrusts growing erratic. I moaned, pushing back, desperate for his load. He slammed in one last time, roaring as he came, hot spurts filling my ass. The sensation pushed me over the edge, and I came untouched, my cock spurting onto the couch, my body shaking.
He pulled out, his cum dripping down my thighs, and I collapsed, panting. “Good girl,” he said, slapping my ass one last time. “Now clean up and get ready for tonight. My friends are gonna love you.”
My ass throbbed, Master’s cum still leaking down my thick thighs as I stumbled to the bathroom to clean up. The mirror showed my flushed, feminine face—plump lips swollen from sucking his cock, big eyes glassy with post-orgasm haze. My long, dark hair was a mess, strands clinging to my slender neck, and the black thigh-high stockings were slightly twisted, the garters digging into my curvy hips. I splashed water on my face, my delicate hands trembling, and slipped back into the maid outfit, the frilly skirt barely covering my chunky, red-marked ass. My cute, 4.5-inch cock was soft now, nestled in fresh satin panties, but I knew it wouldn’t stay that way for long. Master’s words echoed in my head: My friends are gonna love you.
Back in the kitchen, I checked the chili, the spicy aroma filling the air as I stirred. My heels clicked on the tile, and every step made my sore hole clench, a reminder of Master’s massive cock. The doorbell rang, and my heart skipped. I smoothed my skirt, my hourglass figure accentuated by the tight fabric, and headed to the living room where Master was already greeting his guests.
Three guys stood in the doorway, laughing and clapping Master on the back. The first was a stocky white guy, maybe mid-40s, with a buzzed head and a scruffy beard. His name was Mike, I caught from their banter, and his broad chest strained his flannel shirt. The second, introduced as Jamal, was a lean Black guy in his early 30s, with a shaved head and a gold chain glinting against his dark skin. He moved with a cocky swagger, his eyes locking onto me instantly. The third, a wiry Hispanic guy named Carlos, looked younger—late 20s, with slicked-back hair and tattoos peeking from his tank top. They all turned as I entered, their gazes raking over my long legs, plump ass, and pretty face.
“Fuck, man, you weren’t kidding,” Mike said, his voice gruff. He stepped closer, his eyes on my skirt. “This the maid?”
Master grinned, slapping my ass hard enough to make me yelp. “Yeah, this is my girl. She’s been real good today. Ain’t that right?”
“Yes, Master,” I said, my voice soft but clear, my cheeks burning as their eyes devoured me. My cock twitched in my panties, the attention making me dizzy.
Jamal whistled, circling me like a predator. “Shit, look at that ass. You break her in yet?”
“Oh, yeah,” Master said, his hand squeezing my cheek, fingers digging into the tender flesh. “Tight as fuck. You boys hungry, or you wanna play first?”
Carlos laughed, his accent thick. “Food can wait. I’m starving for that.” He nodded at me, his hand adjusting the bulge in his jeans.
My stomach flipped, but I kept my composure, my full lips parting slightly as I looked at Master for direction. “Serve the food first,” he said, smirking. “Then you’re dessert.”
I nodded, hurrying to the kitchen, their laughter following me. My hands shook as I ladled chili into bowls, my mind racing. Four men, all eyeing me like meat, and who knew what else Master had planned. My ass clenched, still slick from earlier, and I felt a thrill mix with my nerves. I carried the trays out, my heels clicking, my skirt swishing to show the bottoms of my cheeks. The guys were sprawled on the couches, beers in hand, and they watched every move I made, their comments growing bolder.
“Damn, those legs go on forever,” Jamal said, leaning forward as I bent to set a bowl on the coffee table, my skirt riding up. “Bet they look even better wrapped around my waist.”
Mike grunted, grabbing my wrist as I passed. “Slow down, sweetheart. Let me get a look at you.” His rough hand slid up my arm, pulling me closer, and I gasped as he groped my flat chest, his thumb brushing where tits would’ve been. “Fuck, you’re soft as hell.”
“Enough,” Master said, his tone firm but amused. “Eat first. She ain’t going nowhere.”
I served the rest of the food, my face burning as their hands brushed my thighs or ass whenever I got close. Dinner was loud, the guys joking and drinking, but their eyes never left me. I cleared the plates, my curvy hips swaying, and when I returned, Master was standing, his massive frame dominating the room.
“Time to earn your keep,” he said, beckoning me over. “On your knees, girl.”
I obeyed, sinking to the floor in front of him, my stockinged knees pressing into the rug. The others watched, their beers forgotten, as Master unzipped his jeans, his 9-inch cock springing free, already hard. I licked my lips, my doe-like eyes meeting his, and leaned forward, kissing the tip before sucking him into my mouth. The familiar stretch made me moan, my tongue swirling around the head as I bobbed, taking him deeper.
“Fuck, she’s eager,” Carlos said, his voice low. I heard zippers and rustling, and glanced sideways to see them pulling out their cocks. Mike’s was thick, about 7 inches, with a ruddy head. Jamal’s was longer, maybe 8 inches, slender and dark, curving slightly. Carlos had a 6-inch cock, thick and uncut, the foreskin half-retracted. My mouth watered, but I focused on Master, gagging as he thrust deep, his hand in my hair.
“Strip her,” Master grunted, fucking my throat. Hands were on me instantly—Mike yanking my top off, Carlos tugging my skirt down, Jamal ripping my panties away. My cute cock bounced free, hard and leaking, and Mike laughed, gripping it. “Well, shit, look at this. You’re a fucking surprise, ain’t you?”
“Doesn’t matter,” Jamal said, his hand squeezing my plump ass. “This hole’s what I want.” He spanked me, the sting making me moan around Master’s cock, my throat vibrating.
They pulled me to my feet, Master’s cock slipping from my lips with a wet pop. Carlos pushed me onto the couch, my back sinking into the leather, my long legs spread wide. My stockings clung to my thighs, the garters framing my fat ass as Jamal knelt between my legs, his fingers probing my hole. “Still wet from earlier, huh?” he said, smirking, and pushed two fingers in, twisting them. I gasped, my back arching, my cock twitching against my stomach.
Mike climbed onto the couch, straddling my chest, his thick cock slapping my lips. “Open up, slut.” I obeyed, my mouth stretching around him as he thrust, his hands gripping my hair. His cock was salty, the head blunt, and I gagged as he fucked my face, my saliva dripping down my chin. Jamal added a third finger, stretching my ass, the burn intense but so fucking good. I moaned, the sound muffled by Mike’s cock, my hips rocking against Jamal’s hand.
“Ready for the real thing?” Jamal asked, pulling his fingers out. I nodded, my eyes watering as Mike thrust deeper. Jamal positioned himself, his 8-inch cock pressing against my hole. He pushed in, slow at first, my ass stretching around his slender shaft. The curve hit my prostate perfectly, and I screamed around Mike’s cock, my body shaking. Jamal groaned, gripping my hips, and started fucking me, each thrust long and deep, his balls slapping my taint.
Carlos watched, stroking his cock, his eyes on my bouncing cock. “Fuck, she’s hot,” he said, kneeling beside me. He grabbed my cock, jerking it roughly, and I whimpered, the sensation overwhelming. Mike pulled out, letting me breathe, and Carlos took his place, shoving his thick cock into my mouth. I sucked, my tongue working the foreskin, my moans vibrating as Jamal fucked me harder, his pace brutal.
Jamal shifted, lifting my legs to rest on his shoulders, my heels dangling. The angle let him go deeper, his cock grinding my prostate with every thrust. I screamed, my voice raw, as he slammed into me, my ass clenching around him. “Fuck, this pussy’s tight,” he grunted, spanking my thigh, the sting making me buck. My cock leaked, Carlos’s hand still jerking it, and I felt my orgasm building, my balls tightening.
“Gonna fill this ass,” Jamal growled, his thrusts erratic. He slammed in one last time, his cock pulsing as he came, hot spurts flooding my hole. The sensation pushed me over, and I came, my cock spurting across my stomach, my body convulsing. Carlos groaned, fucking my mouth faster, and shot his load down my throat, the bitter taste making me gag as I swallowed.
They pulled away, leaving me panting, cum dripping from my ass and mouth. Master watched, his cock hard again, and smirked. “Not done yet, girl. Mike’s turn.”
Mike grinned, pulling me off the couch and onto the floor. He bent me over, my hands and knees sinking into the rug, my fat ass high. He spat on my hole, his thick cock pressing against it. “Ready for a real pounding?” he asked, and before I could answer, he thrust in, his 7-inch cock stretching me wide. I screamed, my long hair swinging, as he fucked me hard, his hands gripping my hips, leaving bruises on my pale skin.
Mike’s thick cock slammed into my ass, each thrust forcing a scream from my full lips. My hands and knees dug into the plush rug, my chunky, womanly ass high in the air, framed by the black thigh-high stockings still clinging to my curvy thighs. My long, dark hair swung wildly, strands sticking to my sweaty, slender neck as he pounded me, his rough hands bruising my hips. My cute, 4.5-inch cock dangled beneath me, half-hard and dripping cum from my earlier orgasm, swaying with every brutal thrust. The room was filled with the wet slap of skin, my moans, and the grunts of the men watching—Master, Jamal, and Carlos, their cocks already stirring again.
“Fuck, this ass is unreal,” Mike growled, his voice thick with lust. He spanked my cheek hard, the sting making me yelp, my hole clenching around his 7-inch shaft. The pain mixed with the pleasure of his cock grinding against my prostate, sending sparks through my trembling body. “You love this, don’t you, slut?”
“Yes, fuck, yes!” I gasped, my voice raw, pushing back against him, craving more. My pretty face was flushed, my doe-like eyes glassy as I glanced over my shoulder, catching his bearded smirk. He leaned forward, his chest pressing against my back, and bit my shoulder, making me cry out. His cock drove deeper, the blunt head stretching my already cum-slick hole.
“Time to spice this up,” Master said, his deep voice cutting through the haze. I heard him move, then felt something cold and metallic against my wrist. Before I could react, he snapped a leather cuff around it, then the other, chaining my hands behind my back. The position forced my chest lower, my face pressing into the rug, my fat ass even higher. My heart raced, the vulnerability making my cock twitch.
“What’s this, Master?” I panted, my voice high and needy, my lips parted as Mike slowed his thrusts, letting me feel every inch.
“You’ll see,” he said, smirking. He nodded at Jamal, who grabbed a black leather collar from a bag I hadn’t noticed. Jamal knelt in front of me, his lean frame towering as he fastened the collar around my slender throat, the leather tight but not choking. A metal ring dangled from it, and he clipped a leash to it, tugging lightly. “Now you’re ours, girl.”
I moaned, the humiliation flooding me with heat. Mike resumed fucking me, his cock slamming in harder now, the cuffs making it impossible to brace myself. My body rocked forward, my cheek scraping the rug, my moans muffled. Jamal tugged the leash, lifting my head, and shoved his 8-inch cock into my mouth. The curved shaft slid over my tongue, hitting the back of my throat, and I gagged, tears streaming down my high cheekbones.
“Suck it, bitch,” Jamal grunted, gripping my long hair, fucking my face in sync with Mike’s thrusts. My body was a live wire, every sensation amplified—Mike’s cock stretching my ass, Jamal’s grinding my throat, the cuffs biting my wrists, the leash pulling my neck. My hourglass figure quivered, my thick thighs straining to hold me up.
Carlos approached, his 6-inch cock in hand, and I felt something slick and cold press against my hole alongside Mike’s cock. “Let’s see how much this pussy can take,” he said, his accent thick. I realized it was a dildo—thick, ribbed, maybe 6 inches long. He pushed it in slowly, the stretch agonizing as it joined Mike’s cock, my ass burning. I screamed around Jamal’s cock, my voice vibrating, making him groan.
“Fuck, she’s tight,” Mike said, his thrusts slowing to let Carlos work the dildo deeper. The ribs dragged against my walls, the pain sharp but morphing into pleasure as my hole adjusted. They moved in tandem, Mike’s cock and the dildo fucking me, the sensation so intense I thought I’d pass out. My cock leaked onto the rug, my balls aching, and I felt another orgasm building despite the overwhelming stretch.
Master watched, stroking his massive 9-inch cock. “Look at her, taking it like a champ,” he said, his voice dripping with pride. He knelt beside me, his hand trailing down my arched back to my plump ass, spanking me hard. “You’re my perfect little slut, ain’t you?”
“Yes, Master!” I gasped, my words garbled around Jamal’s cock. He pulled out, letting me breathe, and I coughed, saliva dripping from my swollen lips. Carlos twisted the dildo, making me scream, and Mike slammed in harder, his cock pulsing. “Gonna cum again,” he grunted, and seconds later, hot spurts filled my ass, mixing with Jamal’s load. The dildo stayed buried, keeping me stretched as Mike pulled out, his cum dripping down my thighs.
Carlos took his place, removing the dildo and thrusting his cock in, the sudden change making me whimper. His thick, uncut cock felt different, the foreskin sliding inside me, and he fucked me fast, his hands gripping my cuffed wrists. Jamal tugged the leash, forcing my head up, and Master stepped forward, his cock slapping my face. “Clean it,” he ordered, and I obeyed, sucking his cum-slick head, tasting myself and him.
The room spun, my body overwhelmed, but they didn’t stop. Carlos came quickly, his load adding to the mess in my ass, and Jamal took his turn, fucking me with long, deep strokes, the curve of his cock hitting my prostate perfectly. I came again, my cock spurting weakly, my body shaking as he filled me with his cum. They unchained my wrists and collar, leaving me panting on the rug, cum leaking from my gaping hole, my stockings torn, my heels still on.
“Break time,” Master said, tossing me a towel. “But don’t get too comfortable. You got more work to do.”
I cleaned up, my legs wobbly, and slipped into a fresh pair of panties and a new skirt, the old one ruined. The guys lounged, drinking and joking, but I felt their eyes on me as I moved around, tidying up. My ass ached, but the thrill of what they’d done—and what was coming—kept me hard. As I bent to pick up a beer can, I heard a low growl, and froze. A massive German shepherd padded into the room, its black-and-tan fur gleaming, its eyes locked on me. Master whistled, and the dog sat, its tongue lolling.
“This is Rex,” Master said, smirking. “He’s been waiting to meet you.”
My heart pounded, my pretty face paling. “Master, I… what?” I stammered, my voice trembling.
“Relax,” he said, standing and patting Rex’s head. “He’s trained. You’ll like him. Get on your hands and knees.”
I hesitated, my big eyes wide, but the look in Master’s eyes told me there was no arguing. I sank to the rug, my plump ass high, my skirt riding up to show my panties. Rex sniffed the air, his nose twitching, and Master tugged my panties down, exposing my cum-slick hole. The dog approached, his cold nose brushing my thigh, and I gasped, my body tensing.
“Easy, girl,” Master said, his hand on my back. Rex’s tongue flicked out, lapping at my hole, the rough texture making me moan despite myself. The sensation was strange, intense, and I felt my cock harden, pressing into the rug. Rex licked deeper, his tongue probing my stretched hole, tasting the cum inside me. I whimpered, my long hair falling over my face, my thick thighs quivering.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Mike said, his voice low. The others murmured agreement, their cocks stirring as they watched. Rex’s tongue was relentless, and I felt an orgasm building, my balls tightening. Just as I was about to cum, Master pulled Rex back, and I whined, my body aching for release.
“Ready for him?” Master asked, his hand gripping my hip. I nodded, too overwhelmed to speak, and felt Rex’s weight on my back, his paws on my shoulders. His cock—red, slick, and tapered—probed my hole, and then he thrust in, fast and deep. I screamed, the knot at the base stretching me, the rapid, animalistic thrusts unlike anything I’d felt. My cock spurted instantly, my orgasm ripping through me as Rex fucked me, his growls filling the room.
Rex’s rapid thrusts slowed, his knot lodged deep in my stretched hole, pulsing as he growled low in his throat. My plump, womanly ass trembled under his weight, the black thigh-high stockings torn at the knees, the garters loose around my thick thighs. My long, dark hair was plastered to my sweaty, slender neck, my pretty face pressed into the rug, full lips parted as I panted, my doe-like eyes glazed with the intensity of my orgasm. My cute, 4.5-inch cock dripped cum onto the rug, my body shuddering from the animalistic fucking. The room was thick with the scent of sex—cum, sweat, and the musky odor of Rex’s fur.
“Fuck, that was insane,” Jamal said, his lean frame leaning back on the couch, his 8-inch cock half-hard in his hand. Mike and Carlos nodded, their eyes locked on my quivering form, their own cocks stirring. Master stood nearby, his massive 9-inch cock fully erect again, a smirk on his dark face as he patted Rex’s head.
“Good boy,” he said to the dog, then glanced at me. “And you, girl, you took him like a champ. Stay put.”
I whimpered, my ass clenching around Rex’s knot, the pressure intense but strangely satisfying. After a few minutes, he pulled free with a wet pop, his cum gushing out, mixing with the loads from Mike, Jamal, and Carlos. My hole gaped, sore and slick, and I collapsed forward, my curvy hips sinking to the rug. My delicate hands twitched, still tingling from the cuffs, and my slender throat felt raw from the collar and leash.
Master knelt beside me, his hand trailing over my chunky ass, squeezing a red-marked cheek. “You’re a fucking mess,” he said, his voice low and approving. “But we ain’t done. Get up.”
I obeyed, my legs wobbly as I pushed myself to my knees, my hourglass figure swaying. My torn stockings clung to my thighs, my heels scuffed but still on. I brushed my hair from my face, my high cheekbones flushed, and looked up at him, my big eyes pleading for a moment’s rest. He shook his head, grabbing my chin, his thumb brushing my swollen lips. “You’re here to work, slut. Clean yourself up, then back here.”
I stumbled to the bathroom, my ass throbbing with every step. The mirror showed a wrecked version of me—lips puffy, eyes red, hair tangled, my soft, hairless body marked with handprints and bite marks. I cleaned the cum from my thighs, wincing as I touched my gaping hole, and slipped into a fresh pair of satin panties, the fabric cool against my sore skin. I adjusted my garters, smoothed my skirt, and returned to the living room, my heels clicking nervously.
The guys were waiting, sprawled on the couches, beers in hand. Rex was curled up in a corner, licking himself, and I avoided his gaze, my face burning. Master pointed to the floor in front of him. “On your back, girl. Legs up.”
I swallowed hard, lying down on the rug, my long legs raised, my heels pointing to the ceiling. My skirt rode up, exposing my panties, and Master knelt between my thighs, yanking the satin aside. My cute cock sprang free, and he gripped it, giving it a rough tug that made me gasp. “Still hard, huh?” he said, smirking. “You’re a needy little bitch.”
“Yes, Master,” I moaned, my voice high and desperate. He spat on my hole, his fingers probing, and I whimpered as he pushed three inside, stretching me wide. The burn was intense, my ass already raw, but I rocked against his hand, craving more.
“Look at her, fucking herself on my fingers,” he said, glancing at the others. Mike laughed, stroking his thick cock, while Jamal and Carlos watched, their eyes dark with lust. Master added a fourth finger, the stretch making me scream, my back arching off the rug. “Think she can take more?” he asked, his voice a low growl.
“Fuck yeah,” Carlos said, kneeling beside me. He grabbed a bottle of lube from the bag, squirting it over Master’s hand. “Fist that tight pussy.”
My eyes widened, my heart pounding. “Master, I—” I started, but he cut me off with a sharp slap to my thigh, the sting making me yelp.
“Shut up and take it,” he said, his fingers twisting inside me. He tucked his thumb in, pushing slowly, and I felt my hole stretch impossibly wide. The pain was searing, but the pleasure of being so full overwhelmed it. I screamed, my long hair thrashing, my cock leaking onto my stomach as he worked his hand in, inch by inch. My thick thighs quivered, my heels kicking the air, and then his fist was inside, my ass clamping around his wrist.
“Fuck, she did it,” Jamal said, his voice thick with awe. Master moved his fist, slow at first, twisting it, and I moaned, my voice breaking. The sensation was unlike anything—intense, overwhelming, my prostate throbbing with every movement. My cock spurted, a weak orgasm ripping through me, and I sobbed, my body shaking.
“Good girl,” Master said, pulling his fist out with a wet squelch. My hole gaped, cum and lube dripping, and I lay there, panting, my pretty face wet with tears. He stood, his cock rock-hard, and pointed at Mike. “Your turn again.”
Mike grinned, pulling me to my feet. He bent me over the arm of the couch, my plump ass high, and spat on my hole. “Gonna wreck this pussy,” he said, thrusting his 7-inch cock in, the sudden intrusion making me scream. He fucked me hard, his hands gripping my hips, his balls slapping my taint. Jamal approached, his cock in hand, and knelt in front of me, slapping my face with it. “Open up, slut.”
I obeyed, my lips stretching around his curved shaft, gagging as he fucked my throat. Mike’s thrusts rocked me forward, my moans muffled, my long hair swinging. Carlos watched, stroking his cock, and then I felt something warm and wet hit my back. I realized he was pissing on me, the stream running down my spine, soaking my torn stockings. I moaned, the degradation pushing me to another edge, my cock twitching.
“Dirty fucking bitch,” Carlos said, aiming his stream at my ass, the warm liquid mixing with the cum and lube. Mike groaned, his thrusts growing erratic, and came, his load filling my ass. Jamal followed, shooting down my throat, and I swallowed, choking on the bitter taste.
They stepped back, leaving me dripping with piss, cum, and lube, my body trembling. Master smirked, stroking his cock. “One more round, girl, then you’re done.”
He pulled me to the floor, laying me on my back, my legs spread wide. He lifted my hips, his 9-inch cock pressing against my wrecked hole. “Beg for it,” he said, his eyes burning.
“Please, Master, fuck me,” I panted, my voice desperate. “Fill my slutty hole.”
He thrust in, the stretch making me scream, my ass so sore but still hungry. He fucked me deep, his cock grinding my prostate, and I moaned, my hands clawing the rug. He shifted, pulling my legs over his shoulders, my heels dangling, and pounded harder, his balls slapping my ass. My cock bounced, leaking, and I felt another orgasm building, my balls aching.
“Cum for me, slut,” he growled, and I did, my cock spurting across my stomach, my body convulsing. He roared, slamming in one last time, his cum flooding my ass. He pulled out, his load dripping, and I collapsed, my body spent.
“Get cleaned up,” he said, tossing me a towel. “You’re done.”
I showered, my soft, hairless body aching, my hole throbbing. I dressed in fresh clothes—a tight skirt, new stockings, and a crop top—my hourglass figure still enticing despite the exhaustion. Master handed me an envelope thick with cash, his smirk softer now. “You did good, girl. Come back anytime.”
I nodded, my pretty face flushed, and left, my heels clicking on the driveway, my ass sore but my bank account happy. The weekend was over, but the memory of their cocks, Rex’s knot, and Master’s fist would stay with me forever.
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