Born Today - Sex Stories

Born Today

... half beneath his workmen. The cunning man could hear the almost imperceptible change in Holly's tone as she breathlessly moaned under the enormous weight she supported and he knew she was well on her way to an epiphany, a profound and deep change in her character. Gesturing to one of the men, he whispered orders to him as the worker bent over. Nodding to his boss, the large man huffed back to the others and in seconds they all nodded, understanding. Holly groaned as the thick black dick popped free from her molten cunt and a flash of irritation danced over her face as the deliciously nasty balls withdrew from her honeyed mouth. Propping herself up on her elbows, the naked redhead looked about at the forest of now-naked fat men that surrounded her, her disheveled hair a mess of saliva and cum, her makeup smeared and faded on her red-cheeked, panting face, her creamy white skin red in places from the hands and fat flesh rubbing on it. She looked desperately about her, her groin aching with frustration at having been taken to the edge of orgasm and having been denied. She wanted to bark at these men, to order them to fuck her, to give her their bloated, ugly bodies that she now insanely craved. But before she could utter a word, the men parted and up to her strode Harold Brock, her husband. Stone-faced and deathly serious, his voice was even and low as he told her what he demanded of her. His words penetrated her mind deeply and revealed her true nature, a petulant and ...

... demanding brat who was a burden and detriment to society, much as he once was. As she sat, dazed and tearful as she realized all that Harold said was true, Holly felt her haughtiness and superior attitude shatter inside of her. As she sobbed her regret, begging Harold to forgive her, she gasped as he crouched down and raised her cum-splattered chin in his strong hands and kissed her delicately on the lips. Not daring to believe what she heard, Harold now spoke not of demands or orders to her but of a chance for her to show him that she had truly changed. Now she could show her husband what kind of girl she had left behind and what kind of woman she was prepared to become. Backing away from her, Harold returned to his chair and the men stood once more around her, still and quiet. Looking down at the floor, Holly thought carefully for a moment, her husband's words sinking in to her mind, her own feelings whirling with them. After only seconds that felt like hours, Holly raised her head, her flaming red locks stringed over her cum-spattered face as she peered out from behind that curtain, smiling a wolfish, hungry smile. Rising steadily, purposefully to her feet, the short girl began to sway and dance, moving her hands over her body, feeling the slime the men had deposited there. She looked each big man in the eyes and made them believe that she desired them; her words, sexy and low, traveled over them, embracing them with her pleas to serve them. Holly danced, seducing her ...