Lisa stood in the dimly lit suite of the isolated hotel, her heart pounding with a mix of dread and reluctant anticipation. The place was isolated, tucked away in the hills far from prying eyes, perfect for what her husband, Mark, had orchestrated. She glanced at herself in the full-length mirror, her curvaceous Latina body on full display in the outfit he’d insisted she wear. Black high heels elongated her toned legs, making her ass sway with every step. The short black skirt hugged her wide hips and barely covered her thighs, riding up to tease the curve of her firm ass cheeks. Her thin white blouse clung to her massive DD tits, the fabric so sheer it hinted at the dark areolas beneath. Only the top two buttons were fastened, leaving a deep tent like gaped opening, offering glimpses of her heavy breasts straining against the material. Sometimes, as she moved, the gap widened enough to flash her large DD tit, and her round areolas—dark round size silver dollars, crowning her sensitive nipples that already poked erect against the thin fabric.

Mark lounged on the edge of the king-sized bed, his phone in hand, the camera app open and ready. He was rock hard just looking at her, his obsession with watching her get wrecked by strangers fueling this twisted plan. ‘You look like a total slut, Lisa,’ he said, his voice thick with excitement. ‘Perfect for what’s coming. Those big tits of yours are going to drive them wild. Remember, you’re doing this for us—for the thrill, for breeding something real into you.’

Lisa’s stomach twisted. She is a successful businesswoman, a devoted mother to their two kids back home, not some plaything for his fantasies. But Mark had worn her down over months of persuade, promises of reigniting their spark, and subtle threats of leaving if she didn’t comply. Ambivalent didn’t cover it—she hated the idea of being passed around, especially by the group of black men he’d arranged online, but a dark, forbidden part of her body betrayed her with a growing wetness between her legs. ‘Mark, this is crazy,’ she whispered, her voice trembling. ‘I don’t want to get pregnant like this. It’s not right.’

He smirked, standing to adjust her blouse, his fingers brushing her nipple through the fabric. She gasped as a jolt shot straight to her clit—her nipples were insanely sensitive, wired to trigger orgasms with the right touch. ‘Too late for second thoughts, baby. They’re on their way. Just spread those legs and let them fill you up. I’ll record every second—your pussy stretched, cum leaking out, your tits bouncing as they pound you raw.’

The door buzzed, and Lisa’s breath caught. Mark opened it to reveal four tall, muscular black men, all strangers with hungry eyes and bulging crotches straining their slacks. They were built like athletes—broad shoulders, thick arms, and confident smirks as they filed in, closing the door behind them. Jamal, the apparent leader with a shaved head and tribal tattoos eyed Lisa up and down. ‘Damn, she’s finer than the pics. Those tits are huge—going to bury my face in ‘em.’

Mark nodded eagerly, hitting record on his phone propped on a tripod. ‘She’s all yours, boys. Breed her good. No pulling out—fill that married pussy until she’s knocked up.’

Lisa backed up against the wall, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. ‘Wait, please ... I didn’t agree to this fully.’ But her protest was weak, her body frozen as the men advanced. Tyrone, a stocky guy with dreads, grabbed her wrists first, pinning them above her head while his free hand open her blouse. The buttons undone free, her DD breasts spilling out, heavy and jiggling. Her large areolas darkened further under their gaze, nipples hardening to stiff peaks. ‘Look at these udders,’ he growled, pinching one roughly.

The pinch sent fireworks through her—Lisa’s knees buckled as an orgasm ripped from her clit without warning, her pussy clenching on nothing, juices soaking her panties. She moaned involuntarily, hating how her body responded. ‘Oh god, no... ‘

The men laughed, stripping off their shirts to reveal chiseled abs and dark skin glistening with anticipation. Jamal shoved her skirt up, pulling her panties aside to expose her shaved Latina pussy, already slick, gooey and puffy. ‘She’s dripping for it. Hubby’s got her trained.’ He unzipped his pants, pulling out a thick, veined black cock—nine inches of rigid meat, the head already leaking precum. Without preamble, he slammed into her, stretching her walls wide as he buried himself balls-deep.

Lisa cried out, her back arching against the wall. It hurt at first, the invasion brutal and unyielding, but her ambivalence cracked as pleasure mixed with the pain. Mark zoomed in with the camera, capturing her tits heaving with each thrust, her areolas crinkling as Jamal mauled them. ‘Fuck her harder,’ Mark urged, stroking his own dick through his pants. ‘Make her scream.’

Tyrone released her wrists to join in, forcing her mouth open and shoving his cock past her lips. It was girthy, tasting salty as he face-fucked her, her full lips stretching around the shaft. She gagged, saliva dripping down her chin onto her exposed breasts, but complied, sucking sloppily while Jamal pounded her pussy from below. The other two—Marcus and Dre—watched, jerking their massive cocks, waiting their turn.

Jamal grunted, his hips snapping faster. ‘This cunt’s tight—gonna flood it with my seed.’ Lisa shook her head around Tyrone’s dick, mumbling protests, but it was futile. With a roar, Jamal came, his cock pulsing as hot ropes of cum blasted deep inside, coating her cervix. He held her hips flush, ensuring every drop stayed in. ‘First load delivered. Who’s next?’

He pulled out with a wet pop, cum oozing and gooey dripped down her thighs. Marcus stepped up immediately, flipping her around to bend her over the bed. Her skirt bunched at her waist, heels digging into the carpet as he rammed into her from behind. Her ass cheeks clapped against his pelvis, her tits swinging pendulously, nipples grazing the bed sheets and sparking mini-orgasms that made her whimper. ‘No, pull out ... please,’ she begged, but Mark just smiled from behind the camera. ‘Shut up and take it, slut. You’re getting bred tonight.’

Tyrone moved to her front, reclaiming her mouth while Marcus drilled her doggy-style. Dre and the fourth guy, Leon, took turns squeezing her tits, twisting her nipples until she orgasm again—hard, her pussy squirting around Marcus’s cock. The room filled with the sounds of flesh slapping, her muffled gags, and the men’s grunts. Mark circled them, filming close-ups: her pussy lips gripping the invading shafts, cum bubbling out with each withdrawal, her dark areolas puckered and slick with spit.

One by one, they rotated. Dre laid on the bed, pulling Lisa onto his lap to impale her on his upward-thrusting cock. She rode him unwillingly at first, her hands on his chest for balance, but her hips betrayed her, grinding down as another nipple-induced climax built. Leon stood behind, lubing her ass with spit and leftover cum before pushing his thick rod into her tight ass hole. Double-penetrated, Lisa wailed, the fullness overwhelming—two cocks stretching her pussy and ass simultaneously, rubbing through the thin wall between.

‘Feel that? We’re owning every hole,’ Leon hissed, slapping her ass red leaving a red hand print. Tyrone and Jamal jerked off over her tits, painting her heaving breasts with fresh cum that dripped onto her areolas, making them glisten. Mark captured it all, his voice narrating: ‘Look at my wife, covered in black cum, getting stuffed like a breeding whore.’

The gangbang stretched on for hours, the men taking turns in every position—missionary on the floor with her legs pinned back, exposing her cum-filled pussy; against the window, tits pressed to the glass; even hoisted between two men, one in her pussy, the other in her mouth while the rest fondled her. Each load was deliberate, pumped deep with no escape, her womb targeted relentlessly. Lisa’s protests faded into exhausted moans, her body a vessel for their seed—orgasms wracking her from the constant nipple play alone, her sensitive peaks rubbed raw.

By the end, she collapsed on the bed, skirt torn, blouse in shreds, cum leaking from her ravaged holes in thick white gooey streams. Her DD tits rose and fell with labored breaths, areolas swollen and marked with handprints. Mark knelt beside her, camera still rolling. ‘You did good, baby. Bet you’re full of babies now.’ The men dressed and left with satisfied grins, leaving Lisa ambivalent tears mixing with the mess on her face—hating it, yet secretly craving the forbidden rush her husband had unlocked.

A month had dragged by since that night in the isolated hotel, the echoes of grunts and slaps still haunting Lisa’s dreams. No pregnancy had taken root, despite the thick loads dumped into her depths, and the absence gnawed at her. Shame burned in her chest during board meetings, her professional facade cracking as she shifted in her seat, thighs pressing together against the phantom ache. Yet, in the quiet hours, when Mark snored beside her in their king-sized marital bed, her fingers would slip under the sheets. She’d circle her clit, replaying the stretch of those cocks, the way her walls clenched around invading shafts, cum flooding her until it seeped out in warm trails. Her massive DD tits would heave as she pinched her nipples, the sensitive buds sending shocks that made her back arch, pussy spasming in silent climaxes. She hated how much she needed it now—the raw, animalistic claiming that left her body humming for days.

One evening, after tucking the kids into bed, Lisa cornered Mark in the kitchen, her voice low and urgent. The house was silent, the suburban neighborhood oblivious to the storm brewing in her mind. She wore a simple top that strained over her heavy breasts, the fabric thin enough to show the outline of her large, dark areolas peeking at the edges. ‘Mark,’ she said, her Latina accent thickening with arousal, ‘I can’t stop thinking about it. The hotel ... those men filling me up. It was wrong, but fuck, I want more. I need you to set it up again. Different guys this time—bigger cocks, the kind that rearrange me. And ... younger ones. black boys, eager and hung like their daddies. Bring them here, to our bed. You record it all, just like before.’

Mark’s eyes widened, his dick twitching in his pants at her boldness. He’d pushed her into the first one, but this? Her initiating, craving the taboo deeper? It made him throb. ‘You sure, baby? Those boys ... they’re risky, but shit, the thought of you taking virgin loads from teens... ‘ He grinned, pulling out his phone to start messaging contacts. ‘I’ll find them. Discreet, like last time. They’ll breed you right here, in our room, while the world’s none the wiser.’

Lisa nodded yes, a flush creeping up her neck, her nipples stiffening against the tank top. Shame twisted with excitement—she was a mother, for goodness sake, but the forbidden pull was stronger now, her pussy already dampening her panties at the idea of fresh, youthful meat stretching her wide.

Two nights later, the house was dark, kids at a sleepover arranged by Mark. He led the group in through the back door, five in total: three older black men he’d sourced from the same underground forums, each packing at least ten inches of thick, veined cock, and two younger ones—barely legal teens, eighteen but looking fresher-faced, with smooth skin, lean muscles from high school sports, and bulges that promised untapped potency. The older ones were beasts: Darius, a towering brute with a shaved head and arms like tree trunks; Kelvin, wiry but hung like a horse; and Raoul, broad-chested with a perpetual smirk. The boys, Jamal Jr. and Ty, fidgeted with nervous energy, their dark eyes locked on Lisa as she waited in the bedroom, the door cracked open.

She’d prepared herself, heart racing. No slutty outfit this time—just a sheer black robe loosely tied, falling open to bare her curves. Her DD tits hung free, heavy and full, large round areolas already puckered, nipples erect and begging for abuse. Black thigh-high stockings clung to her legs, no panties, her shaved pussy exposed and glistening. The marital bed loomed behind her, sheets crisp and waiting to be soiled.

Mark set up the camera on the dresser, angled to capture the whole scene, then stepped back, unzipping his fly to stroke himself slowly. ‘She’s ready, boys. My wife’s pussy is aching for seed. No condoms, no pulling out—pump her full until she swells.’

Lisa’s breath hitched as they entered the room filling with their masculine scent. The boys’ eyes bulged at her body, cocks tenting their jeans instantly. ‘Holy shit, she’s stacked,’ Ty whispered, the younger one with cornrows, his voice cracking slightly. Jamal Jr., slimmer with a fade haircut, nodded, licking his lips.

Darius moved first, the biggest of the older men, his hands rough as he untied her robe and shoved it off her shoulders. It pooled at her feet, leaving her naked save for the stockings. He grabbed her tits, squeezing the soft flesh until it bulged between his fingers, thumbs rolling her sensitive nipples. Lisa gasped, a spark igniting low in her belly—her nipples were live wires, and the rough pinch triggered a quick orgasm, her knees weakening as her pussy clenched, juices trickling down her inner thigh slippery and gooey. ‘Fuck, yes,’ she moaned, the shame melting into hunger. ‘Suck them ... make me cum again.’

He obliged, latching onto one nipple with his mouth, teeth grazing the large areola as he sucked hard. The suction pulled another climax from her, her body shuddering. The others stripped, cocks springing free: Darius’s a monster, eleven inches thick as her wrist; Kelvin’s curved and long; Raoul’s straight and girthy. The boys’ were impressive too—Ty’s thirteen inches but thicker and more rigid, veined like his father’s; Jamal Jr.’s thicker, eleven inches with a fat head already drooling precum.

Kelvin pushed her onto the bed, the mattress dipping under her weight. She spread her legs wide, stockings sliding against the sheets, exposing her wet gooey folds. ‘Breed me,’ she begged her voice lustful. ‘All of you—fill this married cunt.’ Mark zoomed in, capturing her plea, his breaths ragged.

Ty, the boldest boy, climbed on first, his youthful eagerness shining as he positioned his cock at her entrance. He thrust in clumsily at first, but the stretch made Lisa cry out, her walls gripping his shaft. ‘So tight ... Mrs., you’re soaking,’ he grunted, hips snapping faster, balls slapping her ass. She wrapped her legs around him, urging him deeper, and her tits bouncing with each pound. Raoul joined, kneeling by her head to feed her his cock—salty gooey and thick, stretching her jaw as she sucked, tongue swirling the underside.