God, this was supposed to be our first anniversary trip to Jamaica, but Travis has been glued to the toilet since last night with some nasty gastro. Poor guy could barely wave me off as I left the resort in my tight leopard print halter top and matching slit skirt, the one that shows off my thick thighs and deep cleavage. I felt a little guilty leaving him, but the thought of wasting a perfect sunny day made me restless.
I’d only been walking along the beach path for ten minutes when three tall, muscular local guys approached me with easy smiles. Dark skin, dreads, and that confident island swagger. The leader, a broad-chested man named Rico, didn’t waste time.
“Beautiful tourist lady, you look bored. We got a nice house nearby, private. Five thousand dollars for the afternoon. You, us, good vibes only.”
My pussy throbbed at the offer. Five grand? Fuck. Travis and I had talked about my little adventures before. He got off on knowing I let other men use me. I could already picture telling him later how his sick wife got turned into a paid whore while he was shitting his guts out. He’d be hard as a rock hearing it.
“Yeah… I’m in,” I said, biting my lip.
They drove me to a modest but secluded house a short drive away. Inside, it was dim, cool, and smelled of weed. Four more guys were already there, bringing the total to seven. They passed me a fat joint right away. I took deep hits, feeling the strong Jamaican weed melt my inhibitions into warm, slutty fog.
We laughed and flirted for a bit, hands already roaming over my tits and ass. Then Rico stood up, grinning as he unzipped.
Out came the thickest, longest black cock I’d ever seen. Inhumanly large, heavy, veiny, with a fat purple head already leaking. It had to be over a foot long and thicker than my wrist.
“On your knees, white pig. Show us how bad you want that money.”
“Travis would love this,” I thought as I dropped eagerly, wrapping both hands around the massive shaft. “He knows I’m just a cock-hungry whore at heart.”
I stretched my mouth wide and started sucking, slurping loudly, gagging as the head battered the back of my throat. Spit ran down my chin onto my leopard top while the others watched, stroking their own huge cocks.
“Damn, this married bitch can suck,” one laughed. “Husband knows you out here getting paid to be a cum dump?”
I moaned around Rico’s cock, nodding. The weed made everything feel hotter, dirtier. Soon, hands were yanking my skirt up, fingers plunging into my soaked pussy and ass.
The real gangbang was just starting. They stripped me naked, tossed me onto the big bed, and Rico pushed that monster cock against my cunt.
“Time to ruin this tourist piggy.”
Rico didn’t ease in. He slammed that inhumanely huge black cock straight into my dripping cunt in one brutal thrust, stretching me wider than Travis ever could. I screamed out as my pussy convulsed, creaming instantly.
“Fuuuuck yes!” I thought, eyes watering. “Travis would be so fucking proud of me right now, getting my married holes destroyed while he’s stuck in the hotel bathroom.”
They had me airtight in minutes. Rico pounding my cunt like a jackhammer, another thick Jamaican cock buried balls deep in my ass, and a third forcing its way down my throat. Two more hung in my hands, and I stroked them frantically, my fat tits bouncing wildly with every thrust. Spit and precum drooled everywhere, soaking my chest.
“Look at this greedy white whore,” one of them laughed, slapping my face. “Married pussy and she’s still paying her own bills by taking seven big black cocks. Fucking pig.” He sneered as he gave my face another slap.
“Bet her pathetic hubby is jerking his little white dick thinking about her getting turned out,” Rico grunted, slamming even deeper. “You like being a paid whore, don’t you, piggy?”
I moaned loudly around the cock choking me, nodding desperately. The humiliation made my clit throb. They kept talking shit the whole time.
“Eat my ass, tourist pig,” one demanded, pulling out of my mouth and turning around. He spread his cheeks and shoved my face between them. I didn’t hesitate. I licked and tongued his sweaty hole like a depraved bitch in heat while the others rotated, using my cunt and ass raw. The weed had me floating, completely lost in filth.
They flipped me into every position. Double penetration in my pussy, two cocks stretching my ass at once, then back to airtight while I jerked the rest. My leopard print outfit was long gone, torn off and cum-stained on the floor. They made me eat more asses, calling me their “filthy rimjob queen” and “Jamaican cum rag.”
Hours blurred together. I was a sloppy, gaping mess, pussy and asshole wrecked and leaking, face covered in spit and cum. My body shook from constant orgasms as they kept rotating, using me like cheap meat.
“Travis is gonna love hearing how many loads I took,” I kept thinking, drunk on cock and weed. “He’ll cum so hard knowing I did this on our anniversary…”
The hours melted into a nonstop, filthy marathon. Seven massive black cocks took turns destroying every hole I had. I was airtight for what felt like forever, one pounding my stretched cunt, another wrecking my asshole, a third choking me while I frantically jerked two more. My body was slick with sweat, spit, and cum. They kept forcing me to eat their asses, shoving my tongue deep as they laughed and continued to degrade me, calling me their “disgusting married rimjob whore,” “pathetic white cumdump,” and “fuck pig.”
“Your husband must have a tiny dick if this is how you act,” one sneered while I tongued his sweaty hole. “Bet he’s back at the hotel touching himself knowing his wife is getting paid to be a black cock sleeve.”
I came harder than I ever had, moaning like a broken slut around their cocks. The weed kept me loose and eager for more degradation. They flooded me with load after load, deep in my womb, my guts, down my throat, across my tits and face. My outfit was ruined, my makeup smeared, my pussy and ass gaping and leaking rivers of thick cum.
Eventually, I passed out, completely exhausted and fucked senseless.
I woke up to a heavy grunt and the feeling of my asshole being pumped full again. The last guy was balls deep in my wrecked ass, dumping what felt like the biggest load yet.
“Time to go, whore. You earned your five grand,” he said, pulling out with a wet pop. Cum poured from my ruined holes as I shakily got dressed in my stained clothes.
I stumbled back to the resort, sore, leaking, and satisfied.
Nine months later
I lay in the hospital bed, exhausted but glowing, as I gave birth to twin boys. They came out light-skinned, mixed race, with beautiful, kinky brown hair and striking hazel eyes. The paternity was obvious.
Travis stood beside me, grinning ear to ear, absolutely chuffed as he held one of his new “sons.”
“Fuck, babe! I can’t believe you got knocked up by those Jamaican guys while I was sick on our anniversary,” he whispered, his voice thick with arousal. “Best gift ever. I’m so proud of my slutty wife.”
I smiled weakly, squeezing his hand. Even after all the filthy things they did to me, the gangbang, the ass eating, being used like a cheap prostitute, Travis was happier than ever.
Wonder if he’d say yes to another visit?
