Addiction is a pervasive condition that demands feeding, escalation and by definition is impossible to quench... regardless of the type of demon... drugs, gambling, chocolate or in my case slut recognition... the envelope must be pushed.
In late 2016, my husband introduced the challenge of me being breed by groups of BBC. What greater evidence of my worship of cock, and public slut exposure and recognition, than to openly be filled with the sperm of nameless black men and be successfully breed... undeniable evidence that I was the total black cumslut he so desired me to be.
Seeking to hasten my graduation to worthless cum slut, and wishing an undeniable commitment of total submission, collectively with my husband, I have elected to accept the challenge. At 45 I had no children, had never been pregnant and was not convinced I could conceive., but the thought of not trying could no longer be control.
The procedures were agreed upon... minimum of 8 men at each session, all to be total strangers, no names are to be given, I am to be blinded folded, restrained and muzzled, and spread... my impregnators never to be known or seen.
Ads appeared through central Florida on Craig's List seeking 9+ BBC... eliciting several hundred responses. My husband vetted the responses and the hundreds quickly were reduced to 50... and from our history we knew only about half would actually appear.
And so it began at 11:45 pm at a nondescript extended stay hotel near Tampa Florida... my 3 inch collar, and cuffs were chained to the headboard... my blindfold and gag tightened... a 36 inch spreader ran between my ankles... forcing my legs apart and freshly waxed pussy open an accessible... I was naked sans my ankle laced stilettos.
And then I was alone... incapacitated, at my most submissive, unable to move and only grown against my ball gag. I knew my husband had planned this quiet time... for me to think, to panic, to question... to contemplate... to consider how far I had come and the consequences of my actions... to imagine the scene, the countless men who would use me, fill me with their sperm, and whose faces I would never
... and I was scared, doubting, but convulsing and trembling in shear animal lust... and I could feel the uncontrolled secretions between my legs and I knew this is what I'm wanted... and soon I heard the door open... no words... the sound of someone spitting... and me being conscious of that spit now on my clit...
As I felt the tip of the unknown cock at my entrance... it was impossible not to experience a premature orgasm... a tingle... a gaged mutter groan and quickened breath... He pushed deeper... my sensation was he was huge... but I was tight... and soon I knew he was all the way in... my inner cavity burned, and I broke out into a sweaty glaze... the engorged cock transmitting evidence of its arousal... pulsing against my depths. My urge was to wrap my leg and arms around this man... to bring him closer... but my restraints and ankle spreader incapacitated me.
