My husband and I have a good relationship, great sex, but... But for years now, I've dreamed of feeling like a slut, of being fucked like a total whore by a stranger. Or even several times... Alas, the prerequisites never materialized—first, the cushy love affair with my husband, then the birth of our daughter. And for a long time, I couldn't imagine a real situation where I could step outside the bounds of morality. However, I would start to cum around any even remotely attractive man, imagining how I'd take him in my mouth and then spread my legs for him. So my husband and I, leaving our daughter in the care of her grandmothers, went to a provincial town to settle some matters with the inheritance left after the death of a distant relative. We stayed in a hotel, considered the best, but with the kind of service and furnishings I imagined the Soviet era. However, this archaism was nothing compared to the ordeal of dealing with the inheritance. And so, on the second day, after running around the authorities, my tired and frantic husband decided to take a sleeping pill—he'd been taking it occasionally lately to get a good night's sleep... It was only eight o'clock in the evening, and with a pounding heart, I realized—this was my chance! I put on makeup and dressed like a slut ready for sex: a short, tight skirt and a loose black top with thin straps, my breasts swaying in it. Naturally, I didn't have a bra—greedy hands could easily reach my flesh from any direction. The outfit was completed with stockings and tiny panties, a sliver of fabric covering only the labia majora and leaving my entire pubic area bare (the rest of the panties were just thin ribbons). So, ready for any adventure (even rape!), I went down to the restaurant. Alas! The room was almost empty – a few shabby-looking business travelers, two couples of unmarketable age... and that's it. Of course, the business travelers wouldn't have minded – judging by the looks they gave me at my legs and bust – but it seemed my overly chic appearance put them off. I wasn't really that upset—I sauntered up to the bar and sat down on a high stool, feeling like an expensive whore the people around me simply couldn't afford. But if they did buy me, they'd certainly screw me in every hole they wanted... However, if I don't get picked up anytime soon, I might as well take matters into my own hands—I've even identified a candidate—the least shabby (and completely sober) of the business travelers. Would he really refuse an evening with a curvy beauty willing to do anything for a hard cock? Maybe he's never had and never will have such a woman... I look gorgeous. A 25-year-old young woman, with an attractive face—a perfect oval with a graceful chin, a chiseled nose, plump lips, green eyes, and arched black eyebrows, all framed by thick black hair. My figure is also a sight to behold—long legs, feminine hips, a tight ass, a slender waist, and full, luxurious breasts. Yes! How can such a girl go to bed without being fucked by a random stud? I wonder what time the bartender finishes work?.. I'd already set my empty glass down on the counter, determined to ask the business traveler I'd spotted earlier to have sex with. And the sooner the better—my panties were starting to soak through from the droplets I'd been letting out. Then two guys walked into the restaurant. They both licked my scantily clad form with such intense gazes that I almost moaned with anticipation. Come on, which one of you is ready to pick up a bored slut? Meanwhile, they approached the bartender and began whispering to him, occasionally casting suggestive glances at me. Then the bartender handed them a heavy bag, the glass bottles clinking... And finally, one of the guys approached me. "Hey, gorgeous! We're having a bachelor party nearby, celebrating our bro's freedom. Want to join us? I swear we won't pester you, but only the presence of such a beauty can dispel our funereal mood before the upcoming wedding." "We won't pester you" wasn't part of my plan, but damn, am I really not going to find someone to hook up with at the bachelor party? They put me in the backseat of the car. It's a shame – I was hoping Slava would get in with me and start making out with me, considering me an available partner. The other guy, who took the wheel, was also quite good-looking and a suitable candidate for the kind of sex I was considering... I was led into a brightly lit, spacious, and luxurious living room. Wide windows, abstract paintings on the walls, a huge U-shaped sofa around a low, wide, and long table on which appetizers were laid out. After I was introduced, and Slava and Mikhail began setting out the bottles they had brought from the restaurant, I assessed the guys to see which of the eight could possibly fuck me soon. Without a doubt, Slava and Mikhail were the most attractive. The rest were, well, half-and-half: the cute, chubby teddy bear of a man, Denis, the groom; the dark-haired, gypsy-like Alexei; a Kazakh or something like that, Murat; the huge, stocky Igor – significantly older than the others, with gray hair and a bald spot – who seemed to be the leader of the group; the gangly, unattractive, somehow disproportionate Boris; and the tall, bony-faced sleeper – Oleg. I sat down in the designated spot, closer to the edge between Mikhail and Slava, all tingling – I wanted them all, regardless of their looks or temperament! But, alas, as promised, no one showed any overt desire to fuck me, even though everyone was furtively checking out my charms! By the time we'd had a few drinks, the guys had started reminiscing about their own funny moments. It was truly funny... But I didn't come here to laugh! I was so eager to prove myself a true slut, ready to spread my legs at the slightest request... It was time to take the initiative into our own hands! Since Slava was the closest, I whispered in his ear: - Slava, I'm a whore, and you can fuck me... She said it and even she herself vibrated from saying it out loud!!! And now not only do I know about my slutty nature, but so does a guy I've known for no more than an hour. However, to my amazement, instead of dragging me, for example, to the bathroom, and giving me a good fucking, Slava somehow became strangely dull, even dropping out of the general fun. Okay, we accessible girls are used to it; we, as one revolutionary leader said, “will go a different way.” I clapped my hands, getting everyone's attention: — Boys! You didn't have a stripper, did you, as is required at any self-respecting bachelor party? I want to play that role. Turn up the music. I dodged Slava's grasp, finally coming to my senses (I should have acted sooner, but now I'll have to think about who I'll be a doormat for today) and walked to the center of the room. The guys roared with delight, the music started playing, and I began swaying my hips, slowly at first, as if considering whether to expose my magnificent body to the amusement of the assembled crowd. But, of course, I'd soon be standing completely naked before men hungry for my available flesh... I danced, now sliding down a strap, casually revealing a swollen nipple. Now lifting my top to do the same, feeling my nearly exposed breasts bounce. Now writhing, knees wide apart, I sat low so the guys could see my exposed panties, a sliver of which barely covered my dripping pussy. Finally, my top flew toward the table, and my palms covered my exposed breasts, which for a couple of seconds were on display in all their undisguised glory. And then I completely abandoned convention and wriggled, crawling out of my skirt, trying to make them bounce springily to the beat of the music. Each step was greeted by the roar of eight throats, and when my panties, after several "attempts" to remove them, fell around my shoes, even the windows rattled with the expression of male approval. However, with the juices threatening to flow down my inner thighs, I wanted to play a little longer, basking in anticipation – for the first time, it occurred to me that the slut I wanted to be today simply had to give herself to at least two men in turn, not just one, as per my previous plan. No, seriously, what kind of slut would I be if I only fucked one man? Or maybe even a little MFM? Oh yes, a threesome is just what I needed to truly feel like a depraved, available slut! Now I just had to choose my partners, so let's wait a bit: - Boys, remember: you gave your word not to bother me! A look that could have been described as "Breaking the Pattern" appeared on Slava's face. First she called me a whore, then she performed a striptease wearing only black stockings, and now she's reminding me of my promise not to bother her... “Let’s keep the fun going, boys,” I cooed before taking my place at the table. It was really exciting that I, naked, shaking my tits and flashing my butt, was acting as if nothing special was happening. The only thing that arose was the fear that I would wet the sofa with the juices flowing out of me. Moreover, Slava, having come to his senses as soon as I sank into the seat, began to fondle my charms—shifting slightly behind me and squeezing both firm hemispheres in his palms. I almost groaned, deciding not to remind him that he was breaking his word. Well, who was I to refuse a man who had readily occupied himself with the readily available charms of an readily available whore despite his promise? Well, actually, that answer has already been given—a whore whose rules do not include the concept of "refusal." "Wow, what tits!" Slava exclaimed enthusiastically. "I've never touched such nice tits!" I even blushed with pleasure and excitement, realizing that my charms were being advertised in front of everyone gathered after they had been demonstratively, openly, squeezed. - I'll try too! Dark-haired Mikhail jumped up from his seat and, leaning across the table, sank his hard claw into my flesh. I gasped, then began to offer him one breast, then the other—people like me shouldn't be coy or shy; men are free to play with my charms as they please. Meanwhile, Slava was already caressing my ass, his other hand trying to get between my thighs. Naturally, I couldn't refuse a guy; otherwise, what kind of slut would I be? And I spread my legs, ready to be roughly explored by his fingers from within. I almost came during the first penetration!.. It seems I've decided on my fuckers for today - the most agile ones will fuck me! However, the crystal clink of a knife against a glass was heard and Igor’s bass voice was heard: - Bro! Don't forget we have an event! To my regret, Mikhail sat back down, and Slava's fingers left my vagina (though her other hand continued to caress my ass). But it was incredibly arousing to be completely naked in the company of eight horny men, raising a glass and feeling their gazes lock on my charms, trembling with every movement. And those glances had an almost physical effect, causing my nipples to harden painfully. It turned out that, in addition to the wedding presents, the guys had decided to give gifts—with their own participation—to the groom personally. Boris was the first to speak up, promising to help build a garage at the dacha. Oleg was the second, promising to give Denis a free, high-quality detailing service at his car wash. And then Igor rumbled: - And what can our dear guest do for our bro? And I blurted out: — And I'll give my fiancé a quality blowjob. Right now! At first, I was embarrassed, not understanding how I'd managed to blurt out these words—after all, I'd already chosen a couple of my fuckers. Apparently, I was too excited by what was happening—being naked in the company of eight men, allowing two of them to grope me in public, and obediently spreading my thighs under Slava's hand, who took advantage of my compliance without the slightest hesitation... But then I decided—it's not right for sluts to be shy if they have to suck off a third guy! If they're going to lose their reputation as a respectable wife and mother, they're going to lose it completely! Meanwhile, my initiative, after a brief, stunned silence, was met with a loud roar from eight throats. And the groom, Denis... unzipped his fly!!! Revealing a fully erect penis! At first, I experienced conflicting feelings: on the one hand, his penis in full combat readiness made me want to immediately get it in any hole; on the other hand, it was flattering that the guy was already hard for me; on the third hand, I was a little offended by the female solidarity – he had a wedding tomorrow, and he was so eager to give oral sex to the first bitch that came his way; on the fourth – was I really being asked to give oral sex in front of everyone??? I'd thought we'd be secluded outside the living room, where I'd give a quick blow-job, swallowing everything, as befits my status... But wanting to feel like an even bigger slut than I'd imagined at the start of the evening, a slut who'd hit rock bottom, I jumped to my feet, feeling my breasts flutter, and smiled as slutty a smile as I could: — Boys! Make room in front of the groom! I knelt down on the polished surface in front of Denis and, demonstratively arching my back so the boys could appreciate the beauty, grace, and naked depravity of my body, leaned over and touched the swollen head with my lips. My consciousness was almost lost, as my mouth completely transformed into a whore's mouth at this contact—even though, up until that moment, it had been respectable and faithful. I was not allowed to savor the moment of my sin—Denis grabbed my hair and, roughly, without the slightest sentimentality, pulled me onto his cock with his mouth, then began to thrust my head down onto it, rapidly and sharply! The guy treated me like a cheap, accessible whore... But isn't that how I'm here?! Oh, yes! And the others are watching this process, so frank and depraved! I was just about to orgasm, but then, with a start, I felt something hot, round, and hard poke into my wet pussy. I immediately knew what it was! At first, I moaned in protest—until that moment, I'd never expected some man (who was it, by the way?) to take advantage of my position (admittedly, quite inviting) and thrust his penis into my dripping pussy without asking! I was supposed to be fucked in public... However... However... However... Firstly, I couldn't do anything anymore: Denis continued to impale my head on his cock, and the unknown fucker's cock easily overcame the initial resistance of my hole, dripping drop after drop, stretching it with mind-boggling tension, and, secondly, delivering incredible pleasure. Thirdly, I suddenly realized with a disastrous delight that I was being fucked in the mouth, and it wasn't my husband at all, but a guy I barely knew, who, moreover, was getting married tomorrow, using the mouth of a random bitch for its intended purpose, while the second, unknown (!), grabbed my hips and abruptly thrust his thick cock, which was barely making its way inside me... Oh, yes! My body has been defiled by two strangers' cocks at once! And it will never again be pure and innocent for my husband! The whore has taken her niche at the very bottom of society, allowing herself to be fucked from both ends at once! And I came like I'd never come before in my life. However, I wasn't allowed to fully enjoy the orgasm—neither man even thought about stopping, and one cock kept ramming straight down my throat, while the other kept thrusting sharply into my cervix... But even so, I came and came. Well, what else would you expect from an easily accessible woman willing to perform a striptease in front of eight guys and then give a blow job in front of everyone? Of course, she can't help but enjoy a dick in her pussy! I was still twitching in gradually fading, sweet spasms when the thick, hot, and hard object left my hole. For a moment, I felt disappointment—it was so pleasant to feel the walls of my vagina pulsating around it. But then, to my utter amazement, a new penis entered me! How did I know it was new? I don't know, but somehow I felt it... What??? Are they going to fuck me in a circle? That was never expected! Especially since I had already come, and... and... they continue to fuck me in the mouth and pussy as if nothing had happened, not paying the slightest attention to my condition! However, in the status I had here, and had assigned to myself, I had no choice! For a while, the process was even somewhat excruciating—one penis was forced directly into my throat, the other was quite painfully forcing its way into my vagina. A couple of tears even welled up in my eyes. But gradually, surprisingly, arousal began to overwhelm me again: not so much from the physical contact, but from the realization that this unexpectedly found whore, looking for a little sex, was being fucked in every hole—as often as she wanted, with no regard for her condition or desires... Moreover, the penis in my mouth suddenly began to squirt sperm with explosive force. I pulled away in surprise, and the hot, thick liquid instantly covered my chin, lips, and nose. It would have been unpleasant if it hadn't been so arousing—my face was completely discredited by the fact that a strange man had cum all over it. I moaned with the lust that overwhelmed me and began to thrust my ass forward, trying to get the cock deeper and harder from behind. However, I wasn't allowed to make out with the only fucker for long—my head was lifted by my hair, and Mikhail sank into Denis's place, impatiently thrusting his hard cock into my lips. Neither my position nor my status at the moment made resisting another cock in my mouth either sensible or feasible. So I swallowed it with a purr, submitting to the man's commanding intention, which he signaled with a rough tug on my hair. Well, how else should I treat a slut if she hesitated to open her mouth right away? They finally let me go around like a total slut! I continued to stand on all fours on the table, acting as a speechless and limp fucking machine, and the guys took turns shoving their cocks into my mouth and pussy—without the slightest reverence and not even allowing me a moment's rest. It was a real, real cycle, not a metaphor: the cocks changed every minute, like a kaleidoscope—the ones inserted into my mouth were wet with my juices, which I squirted repeatedly onto the tabletop between my wide-set knees, and my vagina felt like each new phallus had been thoroughly cleaned by my lips and tongue! At some point, they turned me onto my back. Before I could even lie down, my head was pinned to the side by my hair, and another cock was shoved down my throat. So, by the time my legs were spread to give the new fucker more room to insert his cock, my mouth had already been vigorously worked for a couple of seconds. I'd completely lost the ability to distinguish between guys' genitals. And even if at first I tried to figure out who was giving me oral sex and who was making advances between my widely and obligingly spread legs, after 10 minutes I didn't even have the energy for that, focused solely on experiencing some wild, transcendental pleasure. At some point, I only realized that the luscious, curvy slut, zealously working on seven passionate men, had again aroused her fiancé Denis - the next member that ended up in her mouth had the distinct taste of recent sperm! Oh, yes! It was impossible to imagine a lower sin: a respectable wife, who had never cheated on her husband before, being fucked from both ends by eight men at once, which meant I had become a complete and utter slut, a slut who was ready to serve her fuckers whenever they wanted; a slut so weak in the front that the cocks inserted one after another into her holes brought such pleasure that even the best sex from my previous life simply faded, like a star next to the rising sun... And I, who had never been a multi-orgasmic woman, suddenly came again, writhing and desperately moaning into the cock that was fucking me in the throat at that moment! And then something hot and hard squeezed into my ass! My contracting anus couldn't hold the roughly and forcefully inserted phallus, and I felt my terribly stretched ass continue to pulsate, no longer on its own, but on the hard shaft! I wasn't really into anal sex, except when I was really aroused and grateful to my husband for the previous passion. But now, even though I was still bukvoeb.run cumming, I was almost passing out from the pleasure. Besides, what self-respecting slut would refuse to be fucked in the ass?! It hurt a little. Especially since, unlike my husband, who had me gently and carefully in these rare moments, this man thrust into my anus just as he had thrust into my vagina before—so hard and deep that his balls slapped against my ass. However, my vagina continued to leak, so much so that the moisture flowing from me gradually allowed for his easy, effortless sliding. For a few minutes, I rested from my lust, obediently and obligingly adjusting, like a pro, to the cock thrusting into my ass. But then, having swallowed another cock all the way, I realized I was starting to enjoy my anus again. And soon the carousel resumed with a new attraction for my fuckers - now everyone could stick their dick into any hole they liked of the obedient and obliging slut that I had finally turned into. I was already beginning to lose my composure again from the lust that had overwhelmed me for the third time in a short time when I was pulled down onto the soft carpet... And my eyes immediately found his erection pointing at the ceiling – Oleg had laid down on his back and was looking at me expectantly. Well, if the boys want a beautiful cowgirl to give them a porn ride, then so be it! I sat down on the guy's large cock, realizing in a flash that I'd missed the tight fullness of any hole. And then I was roughly pushed onto Oleg's chest, and immediately someone thrust a second cock into my ass! Now two cocks were mercilessly stretching me from below! - Oh, yes! Yes! How good!!! I wanted to exclaim this silently, but I couldn't help but shout it out loud, feeling two mind-bogglingly hard instruments twisting inside me, rubbing against each other through the thin septum. My consciousness nearly went haywire, my eyes rolled back in my head, and my mouth couldn't contain its uncontrollable cries... However, I wasn't allowed to enjoy the double penetration for long: something started poking me in the face. For a moment, I didn't understand what was required of me, but then I finally realized: there was another cock in front of me, and with a purr, I swallowed it balls deep... Everything that followed merged into a delightful whirlwind of pure pleasure, beyond which I barely realized anything, save the realization that the slut I'd become was entirely dedicated to satisfying any man who wanted to dabble in any of her holes. I obediently rose from one cock, only to be immediately impaled on another. Immediately, another phallus was inserted into my ass. Then I'd lift my head, barely managing to open my mouth wide enough for it to be shoved down my throat. I couldn't even tell my fuckers apart anymore; the main thing was that I had three of their genitals inside me at all times. Except, occasionally, they'd straighten me up, and thrust a penis between my breasts, which I'd graspingly squeeze against the wet shaft, and then fuck me between my breasts... They brought me to such a state that for the last five minutes I was cumming almost non-stop, sometimes hoarsely (during the change of members in my mouth) shouting: — Boys, please stop! I can't take this anymore! But then they would push another dick into my mouth, and I, like a self-respecting whore, had to pull my throat onto it. But finally, they stretched me out on the table by my arms and legs in a starfish pose, and my fuckers, who had nearly brought me to an orgiastic faint, began to cum all over my body. First one at a time, and then two, then three of them, from all over. Someone came on my face, someone on my tits, someone between my spread thighs. I was still shaking in orgasm when my entire body was covered in streaks of sperm, and my covered vagina and the contracting sphincter, preserving the diameter of the last member, seemed to still greedily draw it inside! I was covered in sperm - drops flowed down my cheeks and temples, some got into my mouth; my nipples were barely visible through the whitish deposits flowing from my tits, like mountain streams from the peaks; My pubis, labia, and anus felt pleasantly cool—they fucked me between my legs so much that it seemed I wouldn't be able to accept a man for a long time... And then... Then I, vulgarized, degraded, with my fidelity and decency trampled to dust, lay for a long time, exhausted, sprawled out in all my depraved glory on the table, dripping and drying... And as pleased with this evening as two elephants at once. Until Denis came rushing out of the shower, yelling, "My future wife is coming now – to check on our bachelor party!" They didn't even let me get dressed, just quickly wiped me down with my own skirt and top. It's a good thing they didn't just throw me out into the street naked—Mikhail actually shoved me into the car and told me to buckle up. But we didn't get to the hotel right away. The guy stopped near some park and laid me out on the first bench he came across, saying he didn't want to stain the seats with bodily fluids. Of course, after three wildly intense orgasms with eight cocks taking turns in my holes, this fuck wasn't all that special. But whores don't get to choose where and when they get fucked. So, I only came "slightly" when the guy started pumping sperm into my vagina. Alas, the street was deserted, but still, a car drove by... But it didn't pass by! The window rolled down, revealing a hand with a phone—someone had filmed everything my fucker did to me—how he fucked me doggy style, how I sucked him off, how I then rode him, how I got off him, and cum poured out of my swollen vagina. In short, my fall from grace not only remained in my memory but was also documented... Mikhail kicked the prostitute out naked right in front of the hotel after she'd served her time. She had to get dressed right there on the street, possibly under surveillance... But finally, having washed my clothes in the sink and thoroughly scrubbed myself and my aching orifices in the shower, I snuggled under the covers next to my peacefully snoring husband. Oh, darling, if you only knew what happened to your faithful and loving wife today... before and after this evening... Yes, yes, later I became that same decent and self-respecting woman again... Until a video with a porn scene in the park came on my phone, and I had to... But that's a completely different story!