The man picked up his pace and I felt the sperm shoot through his scrotum. He was in her to the hilt. I felt like a total failure…a dunce. The ultimate loser.
The crowd was in awe of the proceedings. I saw a man across from me shoot his load all over his clenched hand. After taking a breather, the black man leaned in and kissed her neck. “That was crazy, baby.”
She nuzzled him, “Do you want me to keep it?”
He showed a white-toothed grin while he reached down and gently ran his knuckles over her tight stomach, “Yea, anything for you.”
She kissed his lips one more time as he pulled his cock out of her. I finally let go, being domesticated to the point of absurdity. Some of his gizz mixed with his juices ran out of her as soon as he withdrew and it pooled onto my hand. She didn’t even know his name.
She got up and went to the bed, parting the way through the masturbating men like Moses at the red sea. She sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed the sides of two of her admirers.
“Finish on me guys, don’t be shy.”.
The voices came like a chorus.
“Could you do your dad? Please?”
“Do your dad for us, I’ll do anything, please.”
“Come on man, do it, do her, I wanna see this shit.”
“They do look like each other, in the face. Look at their noses.”
“You’re a sick person,” a woman criped, “What’s your real name? You should be in prison if all that is true, you’re sick.”
Sarah laid back and held a finger to her lips to silence the crowd. “Hmmmm…fuck my daddy…I guess that’s up to him. How about one of you makes me feel good while my dad thinks…? You!”
She pointed at the truly despicable looking man from before, the portly one that looked like a genetic afterthought. Standing next to him, he smelled like fish mixed with Ben Gay.
“Want to put it in? When my dad is ready we’ll stop.”
He sauntered over and hunched over her. I don’t pretend to understand a thing she did that night, but letting this man anywhere near her womb was an abomination against God. Was it compassion? Did she want to be the highlight of his life? Was it a thrill for her to stoop this low?
With the tact of a walrus, he plunged into her. He wheezed a bit as he humped back and forth. Once he got going, it got weird.
“I love you, I love you,” he muttered, “I love you so much.”
She turned her head to me, “Daddy please….he won’t last long…”
A man shot his cum on her head while another reached and rather aggressively tugged at her nipple with two fingers. She winced in pain.
“You gotta do it dude,” one of the men next to me said, “I’ll pay five hundred bucks, straight cash. Once in a lifetime.”
Two more cumshots landed on her face and neck. She was under assault. Through the bodies, I could barely see her. The same man who twerked her nipple took it into his mouth, biting hard. She cried out, and he then grinded her fleshy breast in his hand like bakers dough. The hulking, disgusting man was pounding into her. She pleaded, “Please…what if it’s his baby? What if he’s diseased?”
I didn’t want this man to cum in my daughter. I wasn’t fond of the first guy, but he was at least a semblance of a human. I couldn’t even believe this sorry excuse was inside her. And the abuse from the other men was building. Another shot of cum landed on her strung itself across her puffy lips. When the man was finished, another tried to force himself into her mouth. She moved her head back and forth, resisting him.
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