Prologue
I sometimes have trouble remembering what my life was like before I became a cunt.
The transformation hadn't happened all at once, of course. It wasn't as if one night I'd sank to my knees and thought "Serrane, you're going to inhale as many thick, throbbing cocks as you can handle. They are going to dump their loads down your throat and on your face, and you are going to love every second of it." My gradual descent into submission had just kind of happened bit by bit, day by day, delicious swollen member by delicious swollen member. And all those intermediate steps had led me inexorably towards the moment I found myself in right now.
"Give it to me!" I begged, a heady mix of slobber and seed dangling from my chin. "Fuck my mouth like it's just another cunt!"
The tan, muscle-bound farm boy didn't need any further encouragement. He rammed his thick member between my lips and down into my throat. I had no trouble taking him in all the way, thanks in no small part to the fact I was currently lying on my back with my head dangling off the table and my long, straight blonde hair spilling out over the floor. A second farm boy, every bit as bronze and brawny as the first, had crawled between my splayed legs and started fucking my ass almost a minute ago. I doubted he would last much longer, given how hard he was panting and how frequently his cock was throbbing. He would be the third man to flood my bowels this evening, which was actually fewer than I'd anticipated. The other ten had decided to inject their seed straight into my quim or down my throat.
Frankly, I didn't have a preference. Only two things mattered to me on a night like this: one, that every man in the room left the party drained and contented; and two, that more of them saw fit to empty their balls on me than the woman splayed out on the table next to me.
I couldn't actually turn my head to look at her with the farm boy's cock thrusting past my tonsils, but I knew that Aluriel was enjoying herself every bit as much as I was. The last time I'd seen her, she'd had so much seed splattered on her face and tits that she'd almost been unrecognizable. Something about her taught, athletic wood elf body just screamed "cum all over me," which had actually been the driving impetus for tonight's special rules: every man who wanted to finish inside an elf whore had to choose me, while everyone who wanted to finish on one had to choose Aluriel.
The men were allowed to spill more than once, of course, which so far had meant that most of them had deposited their first load on her before they had shifted over to fuck me. The arrangement suited me just fine. They lasted much longer on their second and third go-arounds, and I enjoyed the added benefit of knowing that it had been the heat of my body that had brought them over the edge. Besides, when all was said and done I would have the chance to lick Aluriel clean anyway. The men would pay double to see that.
"Oh, fuck!" the farm boy buried in my ass cried out. He pumped his seed deep into my bowels, and my empty quim burned with another climax as his friend shot a simultaneous load straight into my gullet. When he pulled out, a single searing strand of cum dribbled across my nose and forehead.
"Escar's mercy!" the second kid gasped. "I should have moved to the city years ago. Are all elf girls sluts like this?"
"I wish!" another of the men blurted out to a raucous round of chuckles. Most of them were long since spent at this point, but a few of the younger ones were still willing to go another round. I barely had time to catch my breath before yet another hard cock was dangling in front of my eyes.
"More," I begged, licking the last bit of seed from the tip of my nose. "Please!"
