Bred by Betrayal
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Chapter 7: Tastes of Triumph and Tears
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7: Tastes of Triumph and Tears - Desperate husband Mark pitches his failing app to three investors—including his cruel ex-boss Victor. Wife Lena, peak ovulating and aching for a baby he refuses to give her bare, snaps: “If you won’t breed me, they will—and fund your project too.” She strips to crotchless lace, seduces them into a savage gangbang while Mark’s tied, caged, and forced to watch every choke, slap, triple stretch, and face-to-face lap torment. They film it all, breed her fertile womb deep, make him clean their cum fr
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Lena lay sprawled on the soft rug, her body a glistening map of conquest, every curve and hollow marked by the storm that had raged through her. The carpet beneath her was soaked, a dark stain spreading from the rivers of cum and her own squirting juices, the air thick with the heady brew of it all—salty seed mingling with her sweet, fertile musk, sweat like rain on heated skin, the faint metallic tang of exertion hanging like fog. Her legs splayed wide, unashamed, thighs trembling with aftershocks, the black lace teddy reduced to rags clinging to her sweat-slicked tits, nipples still hard as pebbles scraped raw from slaps and sucks. Her pussy throbbed, a ruined temple overflowing with their loads—thick, white cream bubbling from her stretched lips, pooling between her ass cheeks, dripping slow and viscous onto the floor like melted wax from a candle burned too long.
She breathed deep, chest heaving, green eyes half-lidded in that post-orgasmic glow, fingers still buried deep in her cum-stuffed cunt, stirring the mess lazily, pushing their seed deeper into her womb where it belonged. The warmth bloomed there, a liquid fire she could feel taking hold, her ovulating core clenching greedily around the invasion, whispering promises of life sparked by stronger men. Victor, Jax, and Kai stood over her like gods surveying their creation, cocks spent but stirring again, slick with her essence, their bodies gleaming under the low lights—Victor’s salt-and-pepper chest rising steady, Jax’s ripped abs flexing with each breath, Kai’s tattoos shifting like shadows on muscle.
Mark’s sobs cut through the haze, raw and broken from his bound chair, tears carving tracks down his face, his caged dick leaking pitifully, the steel biting cold against his futile attempts to harden. His shoes were ruined, splattered with her squirt and their backflow, the scent assaulting him up close—musky, overpowering, a constant reminder of his failure. Lena’s eyes flicked to him, a wicked smile curling her full, swollen lips, her voice emerging husky, commanding, laced with the afterglow of bliss. “Crawl over here right now, honey,” she purred, legs spreading wider, knees bending to expose everything—the creamy mess leaking from her pussy, the tight rosebud of her ass glazed with stray drops. “Clean my used cunt and ass with your tongue. Taste what real men gave me. Eat their superior loads out of your wife’s ruined holes.”
Mark’s body jerked, fresh tears spilling, but the zip-ties on his wrists loosened just enough—Victor flicking a knife to cut them free, though the ankle bonds stayed, forcing an awkward shuffle. “Do it, loser,” Victor snarled, his hand stroking his thickening cock back to life, the head already beading anew. Mark collapsed to his knees, crawling like a broken thing across the wooden floor, splinters biting his palms, the puddle of cum and juice squelching under his hands as he neared her. His face hovered inches from her spread thighs, the heat radiating off her skin like a furnace, the scent slamming into him—thick, creamy, the mingled essence of three alphas flooding her fertile depths.
Lena grabbed his hair, yanking his head down, forcing his mouth against her dripping pussy. “Lick it all, baby. Every drop.” Mark’s tongue darted out, tentative at first, tasting the salty-bitter flood—Victor’s thick ropes mixed with Jax’s heavy loads, Kai’s girth adding a metallic edge from his piercing. It coated his tongue like warm cream, sliding down his throat as he lapped deeper, lips sealing around her swollen folds, sucking the backflow into his mouth. Lena moaned, low and throaty, her hips bucking up to grind against his face, smearing the mess across his cheeks, his nose buried in her slick heat. “Deeper—tongue my womb, feel their seed inside me. That’s it, good boy ... clean your wife’s bred cunt.”
The men encircled them, stroking faster now, cocks hardening to full mast—Victor’s eight-incher veined and commanding, Jax’s curve arcing wickedly, Kai’s pierced girth swelling thick. They jerked in rhythm, grunts building, eyes locked on Lena’s writhing form, her tits bouncing as she rode Mark’s tongue. “Look at him go,” Jax laughed, his hand pumping his shaft, precum beading at the tip. “Eating our cum like a starving dog.” Kai slapped Lena’s tit lightly—crack—the sting making her gasp, pussy clenching around Mark’s probing tongue, forcing more cum into his mouth.
Mark gagged on the flood, swallowing thick globs that burned down his throat, his tears mixing with the mess on her thighs. But Lena held him firm, fingers tangled in his hair, yanking him lower now—to her ass, the tight ring slick with overflow. “Now my ass, honey. Lick it clean—taste how they stretched me there too.” His tongue circled the puckered hole, dipping in, the flavor sharper, more forbidden, cum oozing out as he probed, her moans spiking higher, body arching off the rug.