Mag-log inI sat carefully in the chair and smiled awkwardly at my husband before staring at the interviewers. This was the only part of the interview that was normal. Normal questions with normal answers. At a point, I forgot what job I was interviewing for and that I was covered in cum-filled condoms that were leaking all over my body. I soon snapped back to reality when I moved in my chair and felt a dribble of cum trickle down my thigh. When the interview was over, all 3 bosses came around the desk to shake my hand, and thank me for coming. As they shook my hand, each of them put his hand on my back, which to my husband looked professional enough, but I felt what they were doing. Each of them knew where a condom was, and he pressed it into my body, ensuring the contents spilled out over my body.I was then taken and sat back in the waiting room with the other women. All of them talking about how tough the test was and how intense they went over their cv's. I just nodded and prayed they could
And just like that, the condoms were hidden in my body.One was attached to the back of my necklace, the rubber pierced by the clasp so that with every jolt of my walking the tear grew bigger and more warm cum dribbled slowly down my spine. Another was clipped tightly to my scalp, hidden beneath my hair. It bounced gently against my head with every step or turn, a constant filthy reminder. A third was tucked deep between my breasts in my cleavage, well concealed yet dangerously close to being noticed if anyone stared too long at the soft swell visible above my blouse. The remaining four were pinned securely to my bra straps, one under each arm and the other two along my back.By the time they had finished placing everything, my body was a sticky, leaking disaster. My feet were soaked inside my heels, my tits felt wet and slick, my panties were a complete sticky mess, and fresh cum kept trickling down my inner thighs with every movement. Yet nobody I walked past in the hallway knew a t
I was a drooling orgasm mess. My chest was covered in my saliva, my nipples extended and tits red, but still wave after wave of orgasm rolled over me.“Ahh… oh gud… mmmph!”I moaned uncontrollably as my body shook. The wet, sloppy sounds of my throat being fucked filled the room. “Gluck… gluck… gluck…” Each deep thrust pushed me closer to another peak.“Fuck yes, that’s it,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “Take every inch down your married throat. Your husband has no idea his sweet wife is choking on another man’s cock, does he?”'David! He started the game with Asher, and I'm keeping it up... fuck, he's cock is no longer enough to satisfy me.' I thought."Bitch! Answer me... does your husband have any idea how slutty you are? Tell me does he know that during the lock down you begged us to fuck your slutty pussy.... fuck open your fucking mouth bitch, and talk...." he growled, pumping his cock into my pussy.I couldn’t answer, I could only gurgle and moan around his thick sha
As I read the list aloud, I could hear the guys wanking their cocks all around me. Every so often I would feel jets of cum hit my face, neck, hair, tits, dress and some even landed on the laminated card I was holding. Once they were all finished, I was offered each cock to lick clean, which I happily obliged. I went from one to the next, licking and sucking every cock clean, tasting all their warm cum.They told me they were all going back to work now to sell the idea to my husband. They set up a laptop in front of me and loaded a video conferencing app. I was told that when I got a call I was to sit in front of the laptop looking exactly as I did right now, covered in cum and wearing my tight red cocktail dress, and then take the phone call from my husband. Only once the phone call had finished and all the guys had left the video call could I get changed and cleaned up.Back to the present, I began talking to my husband down the phone as each of the guys watched my cum-covered face.
He pushed my bra down, exposing my nipples, and began pulling on them firmly. “You know why I’m here, Poppy. We need a good secretary… someone who knows how to handle extra duties and keep secrets.”I slowly lowered myself to my knees in front of him. “Yes, sir.” Without hesitation, I unzipped his trousers, reached in, and pulled out his hard cock. I began licking and sucking him eagerly, my pussy already wet with anticipation.I was still on my knees in the kitchen, my lips wrapped tightly around Mr. Reynolds’ thick cock, sucking him eagerly with wet, slurping sounds when he started speaking to the three other men who had arrived with him. I didn’t stop what I was doing. I kept bobbing my head, licking every inch as he casually talked about me like I was his personal property.“Poppy here is a cock hungry slut,” he announced confidently, his fingers tangled in my hair. “She is married, but that doesn’t stop her. You can do whatever you want to her and she will not only love it, she w
It was one warm summer's evening after COVID restrictions had finally been lifted. David and I decided to host a barbecue in our backyard to celebrate. I stood in front of the mirror for a long time choosing my outfit. I slipped on a skimpy bikini top that hugged my breasts tightly and a short denim skirt that showed off my legs. It was daring, but I told myself it was just because of the heat. Deep down, I knew the real reason. I had been carrying so many secret fantasies for years, and I was already fulfilling them…. Carefully, quietly, without my husband knowing, I had fucked most of our neighbors, including a friend of mine's husband in the neighborhood. During the lockdown, since I couldn’t go out to meet with the boys, and gud! David alone can no longer satisfy me.“You look great, babe,” David said when he saw me, planting a gentle kiss on my cheek. “The guests will love it. Can you help bring out the drinks while I get the grill going?”I smiled sweetly at him. “Of course, hon
I parked my car and started to walk across the campus dressed like he told me: short skirt, top, heels and no bra or panties. I felt self-conscious as I could feel my breasts moving under the top and how naked I felt with no panties on, but looking around no one was really paying attention.Every c
He slowly pulled out of my ass, put on more lube, and told me to get on my back and lift my legs in the air.“On your fucking back, legs up high, baby,” he ordered. “I want to watch your face while I wreck this ass-hole.”I know I had a puzzled look on my face doing this, but he got between my legs
It's 2:17 a.m., and I can't sleep. My body's still wired and damned it, every nerve in my body lit up like the Paris skyline at night, you know, with neon and relentless.David's snoring in the bed beside me, oblivious to what had happened.His arm slung over the pillow where my head should be. But
Saturday,"Honey, have you ever thought about having an affair?"When David dropped that question on me in the kitchen, I thought I would die. I mean I thought my heart would jump out of my chest and my lifeless body would collapse on the floor. It was like being hit in the gut with a shotgun blast







