Chapter 23: Gangbang With Francesca Introduces Kim

The trip to Los Angeles had been a spectacular success. We pulled in a year’s worth of revenue in just a few days, locking down enough new clients to keep the money flowing and ensure I’d never be short on eager, tight places to empty my balls for months.

On the flight there, the sex with Kim, Amy, Sara, and Laira had been very fulfilling. Fulfilling was the perfect word for it, considering all four left the plane with their bellies full, filled in every sense of the word, their bodies properly claimed. Kim’s deflowering stood out as the most memorable, her tight little body trembling under me as I took what no one else had touched, then guided her into a new world of pleasure she eagerly embraced, learning fast, adapting instinctively, and developing an almost unsettling loyalty to me.

Kaia, my very first paying client and still one of the most famous, an actress with effortless charm and a fanbase that worshipped her every move, was already busy adding to my legacy, her perfectly fertile womb now hosting another set of my twins, comfortably settling in, making sure her body stayed mine no matter who her husband thought he was.

That quick, unassisted fuck with cute little Lia at the party had paid off beautifully, leaving her with far more than just a naughty memory. She’d played the innocent, wide-eyed virgin tease to perfection, her soft voice, shy glances, and nervous little giggles painting her as jailbait young, all while her true age was legal and this girl knew exactly what she wanted. She was dangerous, a seductress who knew exactly how to weaponize that sweet virgin innocence by combining it with the irresistible, sultry, open-legged invitation, with a slutty come-fuck-me desperation.

And the best part? This wasn’t our first encounter. Lia had come onto me years before, when she was still a ripe, underage temptation. Back then, I had to summon every ounce of willpower to resist, knowing she was off-limits no matter how much that slutty little tease tried to convince me otherwise. But now, all grown up, fully legal, and even more eager? There was nothing I could do to resist her, even as the danger of discovery loomed over us at the party.

Word of our little encounter kept spreading through the Hollywood scene, especially among the young, fame-hungry actresses with too much free time, too much curiosity, and too much money to burn, all adding to my growing reputation as the man who could deliver the kind of insane, one-of-a-kind pleasure they couldn’t stop whispering about.

The return flight turned into what had to be the most intense mile-high orgy in history. An entire Airbus A380 gave in to the temptation, with passengers from every section making their way upstairs to join in, fucking strangers like it was the only thing that mattered. It was an orgy of absurd proportions, the single most concentrated explosion of cheating ever to take place in the sky. Every participant left drained, every orgasm sharper, deeper, more forbidden than anything they’d ever felt with their partners.

And it wasn’t just the thrill of watching it all unfold. My personal “pussy count” jumped by more than three-hundred-fifty, my cock being the first to stretch every female onboard, with a suitcase stuffed full of signed panties to prove it.

All the men from economy each got their turn with six stunning, barely legal teens waiting for them up in first class, all competing for the title of Cum Dump Queen. Sure, they had to wear condoms and hand over every last drop like some kind of breeding tax, but even with that, it was still the best fuck of their lives.

In exchange, those more than three-hundred women on board had their pick of cock in business class. Almost all of them walked off that plane carrying fresh little secrets in their bellies, courtesy of the lucky seventy-five guys in business class who got their once-in-a-lifetime chance to spread their genes wide, cuckolding countless other men.

It was obvious who got the better end of the deal: the women, bareback the whole way, free to pick who they wanted as long as it wasn’t their partner, cumming as much as they pleased, and stepping off the flight with a brand-new life already taking root inside them.

My own breeding track record on that flight wasn’t too bad either. Most of the stunning, young “working girls” and the gorgeous Arab flight attendants walked off with my seed deep inside them, their wombs put to proper use. Our beloved Cum Dump Queen Ellie made sure she didn’t miss out, and neither did her tight little sister Emma or their seductive, always-willing mother Elizabeth. Carol, a sweet little distraction I crossed paths with a few days later, happily took her share as well. Knocking up close to fifty of the hottest, most fertile young beauties in a single week was definitely one for the books. If I thought things couldn’t get any crazier, what came next shattered that illusion completely. What had started as just another indulgent, unforgettable episode soon spiraled into something far bigger, a life-changing twist I never saw coming.

Francesca had been desperate to see me the moment I got back. The second I drained all that pent-up tension from her tight, needy super-model body, she begged me for every filthy detail.

She couldn’t get enough of the story, but it was the description of the business-class cabin gangbang that pushed her into overdrive, turning her on so intensely it almost mimicked the wild, uncontrollable arousal only tx34 could unleash.

She made me spell out every detail, every position, every dripping pussy and desperate moan, all while her fingers worked between her legs, driving her through one shuddering climax after another.

When she finally came down from her high, still flushed and trembling, I asked her if it was the idea of a gangbang that had turned her on so much.

She hesitated, her fingers tracing idle patterns on her thigh, her cheeks still glowing pink from everything she’d just put herself through. Her eyes flicked away for a moment before she gave a soft, almost guilty smile. “It’s ... it’s kind of intriguing,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

I gave her a reassuring smile, gently pushing her to be honest, reminding her that we’d always shared everything, even our darkest cravings.

Her fingers twisted nervously in the sheets before she finally took a breath, her voice so quiet I almost didn’t catch it. “Maybe ... I’d like to try it ... just once.”

That wild idea was too much for me to resist. The image of my flawless Francesca, my elegant supermodel lover, the woman everyone wanted but no one could touch, willingly offering her body to a room full of strangers, filled my mind so vividly it was like I could see it playing out in front of me.

I pictured her slick thighs trembling, her perfect face twisted in shameless pleasure as unfamiliar hands gripped her hips, holding her open for the next man in line. One after another, they pushed their thick, masculine rods into her forbidden tunnel, stretching her wide, then erupting deep inside her, their faces contorted in raw bliss as they emptied themselves into her perfect body.

It should have made me jealous. It should have triggered some primal need to claim her back, to protect what was mine. But it didn’t. Instead, it flooded me with a dark, exhilarating thrill, a twisted excitement so sharp it sent blood roaring straight to my cock. The thought of her being reduced from untouchable goddess to dripping, used-up plaything for men she didn’t even know, not only accepting it but craving it, lit something inside me I didn’t even know was there, waking a wild need to use her like a sex doll, to fuck her senseless.

That need took over before I could think, my hands already grabbing her wrists, pinning them hard above her head as I forced her legs apart, my cock slamming into her slick, trembling pussy in a single brutal stroke, stretching her wide and making her cry out. My hips hammered into her, each thrust shaking the bed as I leaned down, my mouth at her ear, feeding her filthy mind exactly what it craved.

“You want big black dicks splitting you open?” I growled, slamming deep to punctuate the question.

“My cock isn’t enough for you, slut? You need a dozen strangers to wreck you?” I hissed, biting her neck just hard enough to leave a mark.

“I’ll line up a whole soccer team to gangbang your pretty ass ... fuck you ‘til you pass out.” My fingers dug into her thighs, spreading her wider, making her feel every inch as I drove into her.

“And when you pass out, they’ll keep going, filling your sloppy little cunt while I film every second so you can watch what a whore you’ve become.” Her pussy clenched so hard it almost made me lose control.

“You’re gonna watch me fuck some tight, fresh little college chick right in front of you, while a pack of pathetic old men bend you over and take turns stuffing you from both ends.”

Her moans turned frantic, her body thrashing under me, every dirty word dragging her closer to the edge. She came hard, her pussy convulsing around my cock, but I didn’t slow down. She rode through three brutal, back-to-back orgasms, her body trembling, her voice breaking into desperate cries, until I couldn’t hold back any longer. I buried myself deep, holding there as her pussy clenched and quivered around me, my cum flooding her womb one hot spurt at a time. I knew this wouldn’t be the last load she’d take ... and not all of them would be mine.

Well, what could I say? I wanted Francesca to be happy, and if a gangbang was the secret fantasy that made her wet, who was I to deny her that? Moral grounds had no place between us, not after everything we’d done, all those twisted sex secrets we had shared. Besides, with my baby already growing inside her again, there was no risk of some stranger leaving his mark where only mine belonged.

What caught me off guard was how much the whole idea excited me. Seeing her, my flawless, sophisticated Francesca, willingly offering herself up to strangers, her legs spread wide, her perfect body shared and taken, it should have made me possessive or protective. Instead, the forbidden thrill of it made my cock throb all over again. And when I imagined the men, not just any men, but thick, dark cocks, the kind I’d once wrapped my fingers around in college, the heat flared even hotter.

I wasn’t gay, I’d always been sure of that, but the memory of those huge, soft, heavy shafts in my hands, the way they pulsed just before they erupted, still lived somewhere deep inside me. I had no desire to suck another dick, but the thought of standing over Francesca, guiding one of those beasts into her, holding her open for it, watching her eyes glaze with lust as it pushed deeper than I ever could, had a hold on me I couldn’t explain.

What really pushed me over the edge was the image of her looking up at me, her mouth stretched around some stranger’s cock, her body filled from behind, all while I fucked a younger girl beside her, forcing her to watch me claim fresh, tight flesh while she took her own pounding.

The fact that these thoughts thrilled me more than they should have was undeniable, but I didn’t fight it. There was something about the raw, terrifying power of an erect cock, the way it could seize control, demand submission, reduce even my beautiful Francesca to a squirming, needy toy. And knowing I’d be the one orchestrating it, feeding her to those cocks, watching her surrender while my own cock swelled with jealousy and arousal, it was twisted, it was wrong, and yet it was perfect.

When I called Angela to arrange the party, she responded with her usual efficiency, though I caught the faintest tremor in her voice as she asked me for details. I could tell the idea excited her too.

My plan was to reserve a certain high-end swingers club for an exclusive, private event. The place had a reputation, not just for its luxury, but for its elaborate bondage rooms, each one equipped with pillories, stocks, and other restraint devices designed to turn flesh into helpless, accessible playthings.

One particular design had always fascinated me, the medieval-style pillory that locked a woman’s head and hands into place, forcing her into a bent-over position, her ass and pussy fully exposed, perfectly presented for any man who wanted to step up and use her. She would never see who was behind her, never know whose cock was stretching her open, and that anonymity made it even more perverse.

There was something so wickedly erotic about the sheer helplessness of it, the combination of exposure and anonymity, all heightened by the crowd watching every thrust. Of course, I would never condone such a punishment inflicted on any woman in real life, but the fantasy of it, the dark, thrilling idea of stepping into a time machine and landing right in the middle of a village square in the Middle Ages, had lingered in the back of my mind for years.

In my imagination, I arrive just as a young, busty “witch” is being punished in the town square, her gorgeous, trembling body locked into one of those crude wooden pillories, completely naked, her swollen tits hanging for all to see, her legs spread just enough to leave her slit exposed and vulnerable. Every villager gathered to watch, to grope, to use her however they pleased, turning her punishment into a spectacle of shame and lust.

Rough hands would grab at her heavy breasts, squeezing, slapping, tweaking her soft nipples until they were red and aching. Curious fingers would slide between her thighs, parting her tender lips, rubbing her clit with a mix of cruelty and fascination.

The village priest, a fat old man with a belly full of ale and twisted righteousness, would take her cherry first, ripping through it with a brutal thrust, her scream echoing through the square. In his sermon, he would preach that punishing a witch this way was not only allowed but blessed by God himself, an act of divine justice that cleansed her sinful body. No man needed to worry about adultery or the stain of fornication, this was holy work.

One by one, the men would follow his lead, slamming into her virgin cunt from behind, stretching her open with no regard for her cries. Soon, they were grunting as they filled her over and over, while her face, trapped in the pillory, could never see who was next. All she would feel was cock after cock driving into her tender, virgin pussy, and all the crowd would see was the thick streams of cum leaking down her trembling thighs.

In my mind, she wouldn’t stay a victim forever. At some point, maybe after the tenth man had emptied himself inside her, maybe when the eleventh stepped up, something would change. This man, the old village butcher, tall and broad with thick arms and hands used to breaking animals, would have a cock so large it would stretch her far beyond what the others had. Her cries of protest would shift, her body betraying her, her dripping slit clenching around him, giving in to the unbearable stimulation until shame melted into raw, helpless pleasure.

She would wriggle in agony for what felt like forever, her trembling body caught in that impossible battle between humiliation and desire. Her face would contort, sweat beading on her forehead, her teeth clenched in desperate denial as her slick, abused cunt squeezed down around the butcher’s thick cock, trying to resist the pleasure pulsing through her.

The tension would show in every muscle, her body rigid as she fought the rising heat coiling low in her belly, refusing to surrender to the wave building inside her. But no matter how hard she fought, her young body was too sensitive, too overwhelmed by the relentless stimulation. All at once, her resistance shattered.

A strangled cry would rip from her throat, her body locking up, trembling uncontrollably as her first forced orgasm exploded through her, every nerve firing at once, her thighs quaking, her dripping cunt spasming helplessly around the butcher’s cock.

The old butcher would grin in satisfaction, knowing he’d broken her. He wouldn’t stop, wouldn’t give her a second to recover, driving his thick shaft into her overstimulated body again and again, forcing her through one helpless orgasm after another until her moans rang out across the square, no longer cries of protest, but cries of pleasure.

Only when he was satisfied, and she was nothing but a trembling, wrecked mess, would he pull his massive cock free, strings of cum clinging between her swollen lips and the dark shaft that had claimed her. He would turn slowly, proudly displaying his size to the gathered crowd, making sure every married woman, every blushing girl, saw exactly what had just reduced the young witch to a used-up, panting heap.

It was obvious from the hungry glances and nervous whispers that more than a few of those village chicks would soon find their way to the butcher’s shop, eager for their own private demonstration of his strength and virility. Their husbands, standing nearby, already looked defeated, knowing they could never measure up to the sheer sexual power they had just witnessed.

After that, the alleged witch wouldn’t even bother pretending to resist, her moans echoing through the square as she shamelessly screamed in pleasure, her body rocking back to meet every thrust from the eager village men lined up behind her. Each new cock made her louder, her once fearful cries now replaced with raw, uncontrollable ecstasy.

The married women stood off to the side, their faces twisted in a mix of scorn and jealousy, watching their own husbands grip the witch’s hips and drive into her with far more enthusiasm than they ever showed at home. Try as they might to keep a dignified front, none of the men could hide the sheer pleasure they took in plundering the young, helpless beauty’s tight body, their grunts of satisfaction mixing with her blissful screams.

The witch felt the heat of the wives’ furious stares burning into her back, those bitter, smoking women forced to watch as their husbands’ faces twisted in orgasmic bliss, cocks twitching as they emptied themselves inside her. Had the priest not decreed that filling the witch’s sinful cunt was a holy duty, a sacred act of divine punishment, some of those wives would have gladly dragged their husbands away or even slit their throats right there in the square. At last, the unmarried younger men of legal age would finally get their chance. One after another, dozens of eager village boys lined up, their cocks already hard and leaking from watching the punishment unfold. Each one got his first taste of a woman’s body in front of the entire village, their trembling hands gripping her hips as they thrust into her slick, stretched-out cunt, so wet and open from the endless parade of older men before them.

Most couldn’t last long, their virgin cocks overwhelmed by the heat and slickness of her used hole. A few wild thrusts, a choked grunt, and they emptied themselves deep inside her, their seed mingling with the endless flood of cum already dripping down her thighs. They’d remember it for the rest of their lives ... the day they lost their virginity as part of holy justice.

And, if one looked carefully, a few of the younger, unmarried girls couldn’t hide the flicker of envy in their eyes. They stood at the edge of the crowd, watching their sweethearts take their turns with the helpless witch, some biting their lips, others shifting where they stood, imagining what it might feel like to be on the receiving end of those same eager cocks.

More than one girl’s gaze drifted lower, stealing quick glances at their lovers’ shafts as they slid in and out of the witch’s soaked cunt, quietly comparing them to the others around them. It was impossible not to wonder if they’d chosen the right future husband, some already second-guessing the worth of their men when stacked against their friends, who might be better equipped to satisfy them after all.

In the end, this alleged witch would be released, knowing the entire village had watched her body surrender, seen her come again and again on her rapists’ cocks, humiliated to the bone, exhausted and bruised. Hadn’t she begged for more by the end? It wasn’t really rape if she was begging for it, was it?

With her reputation shattered beyond repair, and after discovering just how good a hard cock could feel, it was only natural she’d start spreading her legs for the village men behind their wives’ backs, accepting small gifts and donations in return. Late-night “confessions” to the greasy, self-righteous priest kept her safe from further public punishments. The priest knew the young witch would be useful for keeping the village men in line, all while relieving him of the crushing burden of celibacy.

Well, it was nothing more than a dark fantasy, something better left in my imagination. I’d never condone raping any woman in reality. But as dark fantasies went, it made for the perfect backdrop for the gangbang we were about to arrange for Francesca.

Our guest list for Francesca’s orgy included the two big black guys from my college days, three of the top performers from the business class gangbang, and five husbands of my clients, men who were (unknowingly) raising my kids. They deserved a little reward for being such good fathers to my offspring, right?

Their wives had all cheated on them with me, so there was nothing morally wrong with giving them a taste of revenge, was there?

Of course, only Francesca and I knew their wives had been unfaithful, which meant these men thought they were simply sneaking off to indulge in an orgy behind their wives’ backs, making their actions just as morally questionable as their wives’ betrayals.

Well, except for one key difference. Their wives had been bred by me, while Francesca was already carrying my child.

But this whole event wasn’t about fairness or payback. It was about Francesca living out her darkest fantasies, indulging in the kind of fun most people never even dare to imagine.

All ten men had been carefully vetted, all in committed relationships themselves, which significantly reduced the risk of anyone bragging about fucking a famous model like Francesca. None of them would risk destroying their own marriages to boast about it.

Angela eagerly volunteered to film the entire event with a small, disguised camera strapped to her body. I had no doubt her “volunteering” had more to do with her own growing excitement than any sense of duty.

On the day of the event, I met the guys at a nearby bar and laced their drinks with a healthy dose of tx34, just to eliminate any last trace of hesitation. Not that any straight man alive could possibly resist the chance to fuck Francesca, the woman whose face and body had fueled wet dreams across the globe. In poll after poll, her name always topped the lists when men were asked who they pictured while jerking off.

All ten of them came knowing exactly what kind of discreet, no-strings-attached fun they’d been invited to, showing up with their balls heavy and loaded after deliberately abstaining for days to make sure they were ready to perform.

While we drank, Angela and Francesca were already waiting naked at the private swingers club, tucked away on the top floor of a nearby building. The club’s floor-to-ceiling windows offered a stunning view of the entire city skyline, but the location had been carefully chosen so no nearby buildings were close enough for anyone to peek inside.

It wasn’t until later that I discovered footage showing how the two women had calmed their pre-party nerves by licking and fingering each other to a pair of messy orgasms. That unsanctioned little warm-up would, of course, earn them some proper punishment later.

When I arrived with the group of ten men, I told them to strip down and follow me to the bar. They poured themselves drinks while I went to fetch Francesca and Angela from one of the playrooms. Before we rejoined the men, I slipped a blindfold over Francesca’s eyes, heightening her vulnerability and anticipation.

When I brought the two naked women into the room, the crowd of men erupted in cheers and whistles, some of them openly gawking, unable to believe their luck at seeing a woman as otherworldly beautiful as Francesca standing naked before them, her perfect body on full display.

We passed Francesca around like a trophy, letting each man take his time grabbing her magnificent tits, squeezing and fondling her tight ass, even slipping a finger into her already wet slit to get a feel of the warmth they’d soon be sinking into.

Eventually, Francesca was pushed down to her knees and ordered to start sucking cock.

I guided each man’s cock between her lips, gripping the back of her head and using her mouth like a toy, sliding her soft lips up and down their shafts while they stood with their hands behind their heads, savoring every second.

Angela eagerly took it upon herself to prep each cock with her hands, getting more excited the longer she worked. It didn’t take long before some of the men, too impatient to wait for Francesca, grabbed Angela instead and stuffed their dicks into her willing mouth.

I’d deliberately kept both Francesca and Angela off tx34 for now, so their eagerness to swallow cock without the drug’s push took me by surprise. All that training had paid off, they didn’t need chemical encouragement anymore.

Only the two big black cocks proved too much. Neither woman could fit them fully, their beautiful mouths barely able to stretch wide enough to take the fat heads.

Once every man had emptied his first load into either Francesca or Angela’s mouth, we moved to the bed to continue.

Francesca was spread out, her wrists and ankles tightly bound to the bedposts with soft leather straps. Her ankles were pulled high and wide, secured to the tall bedposts at the corners, leaving her pussy perfectly exposed and accessible. To heighten the experience, the blindfold stayed on, keeping her in darkness, her senses focused entirely on touch, sound, and the heat of all those unfamiliar hands.

They all took their time exploring her body, running their hands over her smooth skin, kneading her soft, magnificent tits, pinching and twisting her hardening nipples, squeezing her ass, and casually slipping their fingers into her slick, open cunt, feeling just how wet and ready she already was.

Some of them couldn’t resist reaching for the collection of BDSM toys hanging on the walls, grabbing floggers and soft-tipped whips. They took turns flicking her nipples, her clit, even the soft skin of her belly, making her gasp and squirm under the constant attention.

Even Angela joined the fun, giggling as she swatted Francesca’s inner thighs and belly with a fluffy pink whip. Of course, Angela wasn’t left out either. Every time she bent over to get a better angle, eager fingers found their way between her legs or even slid teasingly into her tight little asshole, making her yelp and moan in surprise.

Eventually, someone slid between Francesca’s legs, burying his face in her glistening pussy, his tongue flicking over her clit while his fingers held her open. Others latched onto her sensitive nipples, sucking and biting just hard enough to make her shiver. The rest of the men stroked her smooth thighs, her soft arms, or simply stood nearby, lazily stroking themselves while watching her perfect body writhe under their hands.

Angela, unable to resist, found her way onto the bed as well, constantly reaching back to spread her ass for wandering fingers while she licked Francesca’s trembling belly, teasing her even more.

Everyone wanted a turn between Francesca’s legs, so they took turns, switching out after a minute or two. By the time the fifth man’s tongue had flicked over her swollen clit, her body arched off the bed as her first orgasm hit, her blindfolded eyes fluttering under the mask. Two more orgasms followed before every man in the room had satisfied their curiosity and sampled the taste of her perfect, dripping cunt.

Then the real screwing began. One after another climbed between her spread legs, positioning themselves at the entrance to her wet, trembling pussy, each man almost reverent as they took their turn inside the most coveted woman they’d ever touch.

I could practically feel their thrill, their disbelief at being allowed to fuck the holy grail itself, the legendary fuck hole of one of the most beautiful and desired women on the planet.

It brought back memories of my own awe when I first slid into her perfect body, how unreal it had felt to claim her for the first time.

Was I jealous now? Not in the slightest. I was right there beside her, guiding each eager cock into her slick opening, feeling the warmth of their shafts as I positioned them, the oddly erotic sensation of handling those hard rods as they stretched my lover open.

And somehow, it didn’t feel like betrayal. It felt right. There was something deeply satisfying, almost comforting, about watching my dear friend, my affair, my lover, my soulmate, the mother of my children, open herself so willingly to this line of men.

Was it her joy that turned me on the most? The way her face lit up with pleasure, her gasps, her trembling moans, the way her breath caught in her throat with every new cock that filled her? I could feel her body reacting each time, her walls clenching differently around every shape and size, adjusting, accommodating, taking them all in stride, her body made for this.