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  When she finally came up for air, she muttered “ I want to watch you tw o . I want you watch you fuck this little brat senseles s . And yes, it will cost two hundred thousand for me to keep my mouth shut, but that does n ’ t mean I do n ’ t get to enjoy the sho w . Show me how you fuck that slut while I stand here and pleasure mysel f .”

  I could n ’ t believe i t . I glanced back and forth from the secretary to the doctor, their expressions complete opposites of one anothe r . Hers was that of a stern, confident woman wh o ’ d wo n . His was that of a terrified, humiliated, and broken ma n . He shrugged his shoulders and mumbled, “ Sure, why no t .”

  He turned back to me and crouched down, spitting on my pussy as he mounted me again and slid his cock in hard and fast, while I watched the secretary nodding her head and whispering to herself intensely as he rubbed her cunt slowl y .

  “ Faste r . Fuck the little slut faste r .” She demande d .

  He railed me; pummeled me senseless as the woman came forward and watched up close and personal; her face mere inches from his cock as she stuck a tongue out and began lapping at his balls from behind while he pounded me so hard that I thought the chair was going to break from underneath u s .

  I watched as she recoiled from his shaft and pulled out a cell phone; apparently taping our activity without the doctor knowin g . She smiled and placed her finger against her lip as she shook her head, then waved the camera around dramatically as if she was trying to get a perfect angle of the action from behin d . I felt my juices pouring down my inner thighs and buttocks as the docto r ’ s cock began to tremble and pulsate inside of m e .

  “ Go inside of he r . Plant a seed in the whor e ’ s tight cunt, you perver t .” She screame d .

  He hesitated, suddenly freezing up inside of me as his throat gulped and his forehead slung back so hard that his neck cracke d . “ Oh, fuc k .” He said calmly as he exploded inside of me; his warm cum making its way through my body, swimming through my vagina and impregnating me slowly as he rammed himself even further into me and gasped for air as his face dripped sweat onto my tender breast s . He had blown his load deep in me and I was frozen in shock and fea r . Had he really just done that? I was n ’ t on birth control and he was n ’ t wearing a condo m . I was about as fertile of an eighteen year old as you could get, and I knew suddenly, that I was going to be pregnan t .

  I pushed him away, his cock still hard and slapping my leg as it escaped my cunt as he fell backwards out of the chair and onto his bac k . I stood to my feet and ran to the sink, turning on the faucet and cupping water in my palms and then rubbing my cunt, trying to make the sperm work its way ou t . Nothing dripped out of me and I began to panic, screaming rabidly as the doctor and secretary began frantically trying to calm me dow n .

  “ I t ’ s oka y … I t ’ s oka y … Yo u ’ re on birth control, are you not ? ”

  “ No, you perverted fucke r . You were supposed to pull out of m e . What were you even thinking ? ” I screame d .

  “ Uh o h .” The secretar y ’ s eyes widened as she smirke d .

  I slugged her in the face; hard and clean as she fell to the floor and the doctors mouth gaped open in shock as he threw his hands up in the air to shield his fac e . But I was n ’ t going to hit hi m . Despite everything, I had enjoyed mysel f . He taught me a good lesson; a life lesson actuall y . He made me learn something about mysel f . Something I hated to admit but always knew afterward s . I was a dirty slut and I liked it filthy, with older me n . Forty minimum, fifty preferre d . I glanced down at my tender, sore crotch, and then back up at the doctor, whose expression was still etched with horro r . I smirked, poking him on the chest as I muttered cockily, “ Hope your walle t ’ s ready, because it looks like someon e ’ s gonna be pregnan t .”

  The End

  Story Two

  Jennifer had been alone in the post-apocalyptic world for a long time, but now she was in for a bit of luck. The end of the world had resulted in a year of celibacy, and that was about to end… She was going to get rammed by three men at once, but she didn’t know it yet. In fact, she had given up all hope to meet another soul.

  It was a cold day in the middle of winter. Jennifer didn’t know which day it was in particular because she had stopped counting long ago. She knew it had been a year, give or take a couple of months, since the world had ended. She knew that she had been alone for an awfully long time.

  And she knew that it had been roughly a year since she had seen someone unaffected by the outbreak. At this point, she wondered if she was the only one who had been immune to the virus. It wouldn’t have surprised her. In fact, in the last few weeks, she hadn’t seen a soul at all – infected or not.

  Sometimes she saw people stumbling in the distance on her long walks to the abandoned supermarket. She never saw them up close. She could tell they weren’t right. She could tell by the limping way they walked. Their bodies had been compromised by whatever it was that had taken the world – but they had still survived, somehow.

  She avoided them. She had grown into a recluse since the apocalypse and she aimed to keep it that way, despite her wants and needs… Despite the urges that were eating at her inside. She knew what she needed. She knew what she craved.

  She had grown used to the loneliness in terms of her mind, but her body hadn’t. She was hornier than ever, despite appearing to be the last woman on earth. The irony was sickening. She wanted cock so bad. She wanted an eight-inch shaft to ream her tight, lonely slit of womanhood. Her nights were spent masturbating furiously, huddled up in the warmth of her five blankets in the large mansion she had moved into after things had gone south as far as society and world population went.

  She didn’t know who had owned it, but it was deserted when she had gone inside, and so she had claimed it for her own since no one else was there to do such a thing. It was the biggest house in the city, and in some ways that made it a foolish place to move into. After all, Jennifer wasn’t one hundred percent certain that she was the only one left.

  A house the size of the one she was curled up in was a target. It stuck out like a sore thumb. Remaining survivors who stumbled through the city would see the place and perhaps want to go inside. She should have stayed somewhere basic if she didn’t want to be noticed. She should have stayed in a non-descript suburban two-bedroom on the other side of town where she knew no one would venture since it was a long trek from the highway – and that’s where they’d be traveling from – if anyone did travel through.

  Of course, the roads would be jammed with deserted and crashed vehicles. Jennifer had seen it firsthand in the first weeks of the apocalypse. She had gone to look for others, stumbling through the mess of a town where she carried a long sword to protect herself. The sword had belonged to her husband, who was one of the first to die. She had been there when it happened. She had buried him.

  She had wept while staring out at the long stretch of six lanes from the overpass above. Smoking rubble filled the lanes. Scorched iron and chrome. There were no signs of life other than that. No people, dead or alive. It was as if everyone had just vanished from the face of the earth.

  But most of the survivors she had run across in the past year had been shells of their former self. Infected by some unknown virus, Jennifer had made sure to steer clear of them. Were they dangerous? She didn’t know, and she didn’t care to. She had seen survivors who looked just like herself – survivors who showed no signs of infection – but she had been too wary to approach them.

  And now she was alone. It had truly sunken in her psyche. She knew what it felt like to be alone now. In some ways, she relished it. Before the world had ended, Jennifer had been a corporate banker who was rising up the ladder fast. She was approaching an income that was almost CEO level, and she had felt like she was on top of the world.

  Then it all came crashing down and her diploma and her paycheck meant nothing. The paycheck disappeared, the banks shutdown, and she had nothing. The heap of cash in her
vault meant nothing. Currencies weren’t used anymore. Jennifer could walk into a mall and shop for an entire day and clean out the entire building of merchandise and wouldn’t have to swipe her card or hand over a stack of bills or write a check.

  Jennifer could get it all for free. But it wasn’t enough. She needed a man. She needed to get fucked. She needed dick , and dick was nowhere to be found. Until it found her on a sleepy post-apocalyptic night in the middle of winter. The snow had been falling fast, and Jennifer had trekked to the store before it got too bad and stocked up on canned food along with old sodas that gave her memories of life before the world had gone down the drain.

  The caffeine had made her feel restless, however, and she lay on the couch in the candlelight reading a book. She read every day, and every night. There wasn’t much else to do in a world where no one else existed. She was getting into the book when there was a sudden knock at the door.

  Jennifer’s heart skipped a beat. She jumped up and smiled. She knew , deep down, in premonition, what was waiting for her on the outside. She hurried through the hallway and peered through the peephole when she reached the front door, where the wind howled on the outside and the snow fell with heavy anger from the darkened sky that twinkled with stars.

  Not one man was standing there, but three, and they were certainly no ordinary men in any sense of the word. Jennifer’s heart began to flutter. She could feel herself getting aroused by the mere sight of them through the small, distorted view of the hole. The men looked anxious. The house was large enough that they certainly hadn’t seen the candlelight since she had been reading in the middle room. Perhaps they were anxious because it was cold outside, and they needed a place to stay.

  And in terms of appearance – my goodness… The men were devilishly handsome and rugged.

  Rugged was to be expected. After all, the world had ended, and they must have been on the road for quite some time. Jennifer beamed at them through the door, careful to breathe silently despite her sudden excitement and arousal and expectations of what was to come…

  Perverted expectations, that is.

  She opened the door and the frigid air whooshed in. The men stared at her wide-eyed, jaws slack and open. No one spoke for an entire minute. Then Jennifer said, “Come inside.”

  Two hours later, they had discussed everything – where they’d been since the apocalypse, what they were doing now. They had told Jennifer they had been on the road in the last two months. Supplies had run low in their small town up north and they were heading south to find warm weather and beautiful beaches.

  But judging by the looks in their eyes, they didn’t want to go anywhere now. They wanted to stay with Jennifer, in her beautiful presence. The man sitting in the middle even said, “I haven’t seen a woman in four months. This feels amazing.”

  Jennifer blushed. “I haven’t seen a man in ages. And now I have three.”

  The sexual tension grew fast. The men were silent. They stared at her, and then broke eye contact and looked awkwardly back down to the ground and at their coffee cups. They were turning red. They were good men, but Jennifer didn’t want them to be. She wanted them to be as bad as she was.

  She wanted them to fuck her hard.

  “Let’s not play games,” she said. “I know what you want, and you know what I want.”

  “What?” The leader said.

  “Fuck me, please. I beg of you,” she muttered.

  The man’s eye twitched. He stared at her. The other men were holding their mugs with hands that were so shaky they looked like they would drop them onto the ground at any second. And then they did. They rose up and began to unbuckle their worn leather belts and dropped their pants and Jennifer rose up and pulled her nightgown off and then squealed with delight as the man in the middle tackled her gently onto the couch and tore her bra off.

  Jennifer groped his hot, chiseled body. His bulging chest pressed against her D-cups and then he slid down and began to suck on them hard and fast, wrapping his lips around the nipples and sucking as if wanting to draw milk.

  “Oh, you like those titties, do you?” She asked, gasping as the others groped her vaginal region with their long, tanned fingers.

  They licked their lips and one of the men tore her panties into pieces hastily before diving down and shoving his face in her hairy crotch. He lapped at her clit and then moved downward with his tongue and started sucking on her entire pussy as his eyes rolled back in his head an he groaned like a nasty pervert. Jennifer came within a matter of ten second as the man feverishly ate her pussy out, and the other sucked on her tits.

  She reached out and grabbed the other man by the dick, pulling him in close and then opening her mouth and sucking on his long, thick rod as it throbbed in her mouth and seemed to pulsate like he was on the verge of a premature orgasm.

  “Fuck yes,” Jennifer groaned through his huge, delicious cock. She tasted the salty pre-cum which dripped from his twitching dick. She savored the sensation of the long tongue digging in and out of her hairy, mature pussy. The man sucking her tits rose up then and shoved his friend out of the way, only to shove his own cock into Jennifer’s mouth. The two of them took turns getting blowjobs from the mature, gorgeous sexpot that was Jennifer.

  They were loving every filthy minute of the foursome, and so was she.

  The guy in her mouth started to blow his load – the guy who’d been sucking her tits moments before. His load was hot, heavy, creamy, and tasty as hell. Jennifer could tell he’d been holding that load for a long, long time. It had been building up inside of him, ready to blow the moment he saw her.

  And now it had, and she was swallowing it down her filthy throat, letting it slide down into her stomach as she groaned with pleasure and moved on to the remaining two men standing.

  One of them was shoving his cock into her pussy. Jennifer looked at the dick sliding inside with bulging eyes. My god, it was huge, and her pussy had become so tight and closed up over the last year of no sex. She screamed with filthy delight and loved the painful sensation of having her pussy stretched wide open by the huge, pulsating dick.

  Then a pair of lips bent down and started to make out with her as the other man’s cock shoved balls deep inside of her. She squealed into the mouth of the man who was shoving his tongue down her throat as she stroked his cock viciously, moving her hand back and forth like a jackhammer as she groaned and sucked his tongue while the cock in her pussy pounded her hard, fast, and relentlessly.

  It felt majestic, and Jennifer was savoring every moment of it as the men had their way with her. Before she knew it, the man who had come in her mouth came back for seconds… Except this time he pushed the man out of the way and turned her on her knees. The man who was plowing her pussy got beneath her and slid himself back inside.

  “Ride my dick, slut,” he moaned, and Jennifer obeyed.

  She bounced up and down on his dick while the man who had already blown his load spat on her butthole and slid his cock inside of the tight fuck-hole. Jennifer screamed loudly and dug her nails into the sofa. It felt incredible, and painful in such a hot way.

  They were all fucking her so hard, in all three holes. She felt like a massive whore and the mere thought of that turned her on… The man whose cock she was riding began to squeal beneath her BBW weight, and then his body started to shake, and he ravenously sucked on Jennifer’s breasts as he shot his load of cum right inside of her fertile, deep pussy.

  He groaned deep, gasping for air as he emptied his cum shot inside of her, and then he stayed inside of her as the man behind her pounded her big, tight asshole. He slapped her butt cheeks as he fucked her hole, spreading them apart playfully before ramming in one last time and blowing a second load inside of her – the first load she had ever received in her ass.

  “Oh, yeah! It feels so good…” He muttered, spilling his seed inside Jennifer’s behind.

  He pulled out as Jennifer grabbed the last man; the man who hadn’t yet blown his load. This guy was ma
king her work for it, and she savored him for that reason… He was a good one, and he had the biggest cock of all. He pushed her onto her back and grinned from above, stroking his cock as he straddled her face.

  “Suck me some more, sweetie,” he said, grinning toothily at the hot mature woman beneath him. She opened her mouth and did what he said, perhaps wanting it even more than he did! She took his big, vascular girth into her mouth and swallowed him whole, down to the balls which she tickled with the tip of her wiggling tongue.

  He giggled above and reached down, massaging her head and running his fingers through her silky hair as he filled her mouth with his fat sausage. She was loving the taste of the pre-cum as it dripped onto her tongue when he pulled out slowly, and then he rammed himself hard back inside until he had plunged his manhood into the depths of her throat, as far as it would go.

  He pulled out again and said, “Suck my balls,” and so Jennifer did, just as he dipped his hanging nuts into her mouth and let out a sigh of pleasure. He was dominating her, telling her what to do – and she was doing precisely as he asked.

  He was loving this kind of submissive woman…

  “Fuck me,” she said then, though her voice was muffled because her mouth was full of his two large balls. He pulled them from her mouth and put a hand to his ear. He grinned at her.

  “What’s what?” He said.

  “Fuck me,” Jennifer said again. “Please…” She rubbed her sore pussy, which was aching from the size of the big dicks that had been inside of it – but she wanted more! She wasn’t done yet, not by any means…