Carousel of Sinful Pleasures
Copyright© 2026 by Reamer57
Chapter 7
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 7 - Wife and husband gets sucked into a hotel's sinful pleasures.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Blackmail Consensual Fiction Slut Wife BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Rough Spanking Gang Bang Group Sex Interracial Black Male White Female Anal Sex Analingus Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Fisting Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Public Sex
Just as April was about to have a gut wrenching climax, Jessica stopped finger fucking her very noisy sounding abused cunt. She knew that stopping and denying her the chance to cum, would drive her madly insane with lust.
April practically begged for release as she groaned loudly, “Ugh! Please! Please! Please, ma’am let me cum!”
“Well now, my little fuck slave, that’s going to be up to Helen. You remember her don’t you? The nice lady that you wasn’t so nice and friendly with while on your way here.” Jessica responded, nodding her head towards Helen and her two companions, Brandy and Taylor.
“I don’t know...” She groaned, before a loud smack across her ass echoed through out the club to all the women’s delight.
“Shut up slut, speak when spoken to.” Helen said, smacking April’s ass cheeks with a thunderous slap several more times turning them a bright reddish color.
April groaned louder after each hard slap, each one harder than the one before, “Ughh! Ughh! Ughh!”
Helen commented, “Before this night is over, you’re going to wish you had served us like I politely asked, you little fucking whore. Now get your ass back on that cart and prop yourself up with your elbows, so you can see yourself give birth to your baby Oggs.”
“Ohhh Damn!” Roared the crowd of women, as April did as commanded.
Just the tone of Helen’s voice sent a slight shiver down April’s spine, straight to her cunt. Suddenly, she felt Taylor and Brandy’s fingers probing around the lips of her slightly swollen soaked pussy. Watching as both Taylor and Brandy roughly spread her, using two fingers each to pull her cunt open as far as they possible could manage. Looking at Helen, Taylor asked if she would do the honors and hold the basket.
“Push out those fucking Ogg’s you’ve had up your nasty pussy, you fucking little bitch.” Taylor demanded, pinching her clit with her free hand.
“Aww Fuck!” screamed April.
With a sadistic grin, Brandy watched as her opening expanded wider and wider when April pushed and pushed, clenching her stomach muscles tighter and tighter. She looked like she was giving birth to an Alien egg. Once the first Ogg was slowly pushed through her opening, it left a very impressive gape. The crowd of women cheered as it popped into the basket Helen held closely to her wide spread cunt.
“Oh my, my.” Helen said, grinning at April as she picked up the Ogg and read the word Graemen written across the Ogg.
Jessica interjected, “So, Brandy, you get the Graemen.” The crowd of women roared in applause.
April wasn’t sure what was happening. She wasn’t aware that the toys names were written on those Ogg’s she’d been caring around inside her cunt half the night. She hadn’t noticed that those exact toys were all on full display with descriptions to their sizes as Jessica placed the first Ogg beside the Graemen dildo. When Helen turned her attention back to April she was already pushing out the second Ogg.
The Graemen dildo is a non-human sex toy that’s replicating a Werewolf’s massive cock. It’s sixteen inches in total length from the base of the huge ball sack to the tip of the head that’s slightly over two and one-half inches thick. This particular size shows it’s an 4XL toy. The knot just above the ball sack is a whopping four inches thick. It has a fake sperm hose running under the sack through the shaft and can produce a very large amount of fake Werewolf sperm when desired.
“What a fucking slut. Who goes around half the night with these fucking things up her twat? Helen asked, receiving loud laughter from the crowd.
Brandy answered, “Seems this whore does.” While the crowd started chanting “Whore. Whore. Whore.”
Helen pushed the basket underneath her ass and spread thighs as she gave birth to the second Ogg.
Jessica picked it up and announced out loud, Taylor your gift is “Hunter Jack.” Sitting this Ogg in it’s rightful location.
This massive toy is not for the faint at heart. Go big or go home takes on a whole new meaning with this sex toy. It’s a replica of a Stallion’s cock. The largest horse cock on the market. It’s overall length from the massive head to its massive ball sack is extreme at eighteen and a half inches in length. But what’s impressive is the flared head that’s three and a half inches thick. The shaft gradually gets thicker reaching four and a half inches midway down the towering shaft until the soft replicated huge ball sack. This toy also has the capability of dropping a much larger load of fake horse cum wherever it’s massive shaft is embedded.
April was breathing harder and harder after what seemed like an eternity. She felt beads of sweet rolling down her neck, between her tits towards her belly button before dripping off the side of her stomach. She wondered if this was what giving birth really felt like as she pushed the first two Oggs from her very wet and stretched opening. She watched herself in total awe as the two Oggs popped from her body into the basket held by Helen. Helen’s eyes were dark and devious that caused a slight chill down her spine.
Jessica twisted her right nipple as she announced to the crowd, “Looks like she’s having triplets ladies.”
She said this right before the last Ogg reached its thickest point inside her stretched out cunt. The last Ogg was stretching her pussy so obscenely wide. Then suddenly Jessica placed her palm against it to hold it from popping out as she started talking to Helen.
“Well Helen, it seems this is the last of April’s little family, so you get a choice. You can either accept this Ogg or you can pick something else. Your choice being how rude this little slut was to your group on the way here.”
April’s body was shaking as she felt like she was about to cum on Jessica’s palm. She held the Ogg in place while April could feel herself stretching more and more as Jessica was rubbing the Ogg in a slow up and down movement ... her cunt was on fire. She wanted to cum as she moaned with pleasure. Her pussy leaked on it’s on free will while her love juices trickled down past her anus.
“Oh, then I’ll select something else.” Helen said, with that sadistic smile, “Something more appropriate for the occasion.”
Jessica finally let the last Ogg pop from April’s gaped out cunt and caught it in midair. Once again the crowd of women roared with their appreciation.
Jessica read the writing on the last wet Ogg before saying, “I just may use this little trinket myself on the cunt. The Abyss Stick.” she announced pointing to the one on display.
The Abyss Stick was a ten inch long flexible urethra sounding device. It was slightly over a quarter of an inch in thickness with almost a one inch flared base. It has tantalizing knobs covering the entire long shaft for extra stimulation.
Helen had a way of staring at people that made them feel like a smudge on a window. She was a woman of precise habits and a long memory for every slight she’d ever endured, usually dressing in linens that were far too crisp for the humidity of the Gulf Coast. She didn’t raise her voice; she simply lowered the temperature of the room until everyone else felt a sudden, inexplicable chill.
Across the room, the atmosphere was far less orderly. Jessica leaned against the opposite table, a predatory smile playing on her lips as she watched April tremble. With a slow, deliberate motion, Jessica signaled Helen to step forward. Helen didn’t hesitate; she reached for her chilled bottle of vintage red and, with a cold efficiency that left no room for protest, guided the glass’s base deep into April’s ass. The sensation was a sharp, freezing intrusion that forced a gasp from April’s throat, but Helen merely leaned in pushing against her sphincter’s resistance, her voice a dry whisper. After she managed to insert the bottle inside her ass, Helen commanded April to hold the bottle steady, transforming the younger woman into a living carafe, tasked with pouring the wine for the group while the glass bottle remained firmly embedded within her.
The room buzzed with a feverish energy as Taylor and Brandy stepped forward, their eyes locked on April’s flushed face. They had already spent the last hour emptying April of the “eggs” three oversized, synthetic spheres that had been tucked deep inside her, sliding out one by one in a wet, rhythmic sequence that felt like a surreal birth. Now that she was hollowed out and gasping, the focus shifted. Jessica unveiled the next phase: two monstrous replicas of animal anatomy, molded from heavy, industrial-grade silicone. There was the Graemen, a sixteen-inch werewolf replica with a massive four-inch knot and a hidden reservoir of synthetic seed, and the Hunter Jack, a towering eighteen-and-a-half-inch stallion replica with a flared head that seemed physically impossible.
The transition from the cold glass of the wine bottle to the warmth of the silicone was a sensory whiplash. Taylor took the Graemen, the thick, knotted shaft sliding into April’s cunt with a heavy, wet thud that knocked the air from her lungs. The sheer girth of the 4XL toy stretched her walls to their absolute limit, filling her with a pressure that felt like it was rearranging her internal organs. Simultaneously, Brandy positioned the Hunter Jack, the massive stallion head parting her cheeks to slide deep into the space where the wine bottle had just been. The sensation of being filled from both ends by such prehistoric proportions was overwhelming, leaving April suspended in a state of blissful, sensory overload.
As they began to move, the rhythm was slow and deliberate, each thrust a heavy, visceral impact that echoed through the quiet room. The Graemen Werewolf cock was hitting her cervix with a dull, satisfying thud, while the Hunter Jack’s flared head pushed deeper and deeper into her ass. The contrast was intoxicating, the precise, cold cruelty of Helen’s wine bottle replaced by the raw, animalistic bulk of the toys. April felt her mind slipping away, her identity dissolving into the sheer physical reality of the expansion.
Then came the release. With a synchronized click of the toy triggers, the reservoirs opened. A sudden, hot deluge of fake sperm flooded her, the werewolf’s seed filling her cunt to overflowing while the horse’s massive load surged deep into her bowels. The sheer volume was immense, leaving her leaking and drenched, a shimmering mess of synthetic fluids that pooled on the velvet lounge. As Taylor and Brandy finally withdrew the massive shafts, April lay there, shaking and wide open, her body humming with a level of satisfaction she had never imagined possible.
Jessica stepped closer, her eyes scanning April’s ruined, ecstatic expression with a sense of pride. She reached out to stroke April’s flushed cheek, her touch surprisingly tender compared to the chaos of the last hour. “You’re taking it all so well, sweetheart,” Jessica whispered, her voice warm and encouraging. “Most girls would have broken by now, but you ... you were made for this. You’re becoming the center of the room, and you haven’t even seen the best part of the night yet.”
The group began to gather around her again, their voices low and supportive, treating her less like a victim and more like a prized work of art they were collectively sculpting. Helen, having finally retrieved her wine bottle with a satisfied nod, offered April a small, knowing smile. The degradation had shifted into something else—a shared intimacy based on the limits of the body. As the others began to discuss the next set of toys, April felt a surge of genuine longing, her body already craving the next impossible stretch.
Jessica signaled to the staff to bring in the “Carousel,” a revolving platform designed specifically for multiple partners to access a woman from every conceivable angle. As the machinery hummed to life, April felt herself being lifted and positioned, her limbs draped over the plush edges of the device. She looked up at the ceiling of the club, the glittering chandeliers blurring as the world began to spin. The sensation of motion combined with the lingering fullness in her core created a dizzying cocktail of pleasure that made her moan out loud.
“Now,” Jessica announced, her voice ringing with anticipation, “since April has proven she can handle the giants, it’s time we see how she handles the crowd.” She stepped back, gesturing toward a line of eager guests who had been watching the spectacle from the shadows. April didn’t feel fear; instead, she felt a thrill of anticipation. She was no longer just a tourist in New Orleans; she was the main attraction, a living vessel for the city’s most hedonistic desires, and she wanted every single one of them.
The transition was seamless. Taylor and Brandy returned, not with the silicone replicas this time, but with a set of weighted glass plugs that felt cold and heavy. They worked in tandem, sliding the plugs into her with a rhythmic precision that echoed the heartbeat of the club. April closed her eyes, letting the sounds of the crowd fade into a distant roar. The pressure was constant, a grounding force that kept her anchored even as her mind drifted into a state of pure, unadulterated bliss.
Just as she thought she had reached her peak, Jessica leaned in, her lips brushing against April’s ear. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart. But I think it’s time we reintroduced you to the Hunter Jack. And this time,” she paused, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous light, “we’re going to see if you can take the full weight of the stallion while you’re still spinning.” As the massive, flared head of the horse replica touched her opening, April let out a ragged gasp, her body arching in anticipation of the inevitable, overwhelming expansion.
The insertion was a slow, deliberate conquest. The Hunter Jack didn’t just slide in; it claimed her, the eighteen-and-a-half-inch shaft pushing deeper and deeper until the massive ball sack pressed firmly against her skin. The sheer scale of it was staggering, stretching her limits until she felt her vision blur. Every inch of the toy seemed to demand a response from her body, and she gave it, her walls molding themselves around the towering shaft in a desperate attempt to encompass the entirety of the beast.
As the Carousel picked up speed, the centrifugal force pushed the toy deeper, creating a visceral, pulsing sensation that radiated through her entire core. Then, with a sudden, jarring click, the reservoir triggered. A tidal wave of synthetic horse seed surged into her, a hot, voluminous flood that filled her to the absolute brink. The volume was so immense that it began to spill over, leaking down her thighs in shimmering ribbons. April let out a loud, guttural moan, her head falling back as she surrendered completely to the sensation of being filled, used, and utterly claimed by the machine and the women who commanded it.
“Attention everyone!” Helen’s voice cut through the haze of synth-pop and expensive cologne, ringing with a sudden, commanding clarity that silenced the surrounding chatter. She stepped toward the edge of the Carousel, her linen outfit still impeccably crisp despite the chaos of the evening. “Ladies and gentlemen, my sincerest apologies for monopolizing the club’s resident fluffer for so long. I realize we’ve kept her quite preoccupied with our own ... particular tastes.” She paused, her gaze sweeping across the crowd with a cool, appreciative smile. “But since April has proven herself more than capable of handling the heaviest burdens, she is now officially back on duty. If you’re feeling a bit soft, please step forward and let her fluff you back to a hard stiffness. And for the ladies,” Helen added, her eyes twinkling with a predatory warmth, “if you want your kitty eaten, well, you know exactly what to do.”