Being Shared Helps Clear Her Mind

Thank you to ShySubWoman and other Literotica members for inspiring different elements of this semi-fictionalized story.

I sit staring at my computer screen, staring at pictures of you on FetLife, imagining coming to see you in Las Vegas.

I can picture myself in a taxi, watching the Strip blur past the window, my heart pounding harder with each mile that brings me closer to you -- into a world where we're the pieces of ourselves we never show to anyone else. Our ultimate fantasies, particularly yours, played out during an intense weekend.

We meet at the Hooters on Tropicana Avenue because it's near the Motel 6 where you were shared for the first time with two men in room 132. I've been imagining walking through that door and scanning the restaurant until I see you. Despite all of the tits and ass on display from the restaurant servers, the fact that I've looked at your photos a thousand times and that I know something about your inner works makes me focus only on you and your tits which I asked you to have on display for me in a tight blouse, no bra.

I am thinking about that first moment when our eyes meet and I tongue kiss you and pinch one of your nipples. I don't care if anyone sees what I am doing to you. We have a drink at the bar and I see the way you are rubbing your thighs together and tilt your head like you are getting wet as I tell you about what we are going to do over the weekend.

When the afternoon starts turning to evening, we walk out into the Vegas night together a little buzzed. I know it's going to be an adventure and everything feels right in this warm Friday sunset. Everything I've been dreaming about doing to you for months is about to happen so I kiss you hard to taste the possibility.

As we drive toward my hotel room, I am hard in anticipation. I've been dreaming of fucking you for weeks and now it's about to happen. I feel like I am having an out-of-body experience and seeing myself in the third person...

[new point of view]

Day One - Friday Night

Paul loved fucking in hotel rooms, it was an added turn on for him. He was hard as rock when they got to his room and he had to work hard not to before he fucked all of Ashilly's holes.

The first thing Paul did when they got inside the room was to kiss his submissive weekend girlfriend very slowly and softly. Then moving toward the bed, Paul moved Ashilly to her knees and told her to take off her top so he could see her tits.

"I love your tits Ashilly. Now take my cock out and hold my cockhead in your lips. Just suck on the tip." Paul said in a deliberate tone.

Doing as Paul asked, she fished his hard cock out and took the head between her lips moaning. "Now put your hands behind your back and just work the tip of my cock with your mouth." Ashilly did as she told and moaned, feeling the ridges and meatus of his fat rod.

Breathing through her nose, she didn't release Paul's cock from her lips for at least 5 minutes when Paul told her to look up at him and lick the underside of his bobbing tool.

"Now take all of me into the back of your throat. I know you've been practicing so that you don't gag. Show me and don't lose eye contact with me baby."

Ashilly slowly took all of Paul into her mouth, inch by inch, looking him in the eyes, smoldering in obedience. She was thrilled to be able to lock her lips at the base of his cock and feel his scrotum on her bottom lip.

"Do you like that Ashilly? My cock filling this hole?"

"MMMmmm..." she moaned in response, blinking as she was losing control of her throat and tried not to gag. Her pussy was getting wet.

Seeing this, Paul grabbed her head and pushed a little deeper before releasing her and pulling her up to a standing position.

She was a little unsteady, catching her breath. Paul reacher for her with his hand, pulling her towards him with his fingers in her cunt. Ashilly moaned and tears formed in her eyes as she felt her body beginning to respond once again.

"Listen to me," Paul said looking into her eyes. "You're a sexual person. God made you for sex and pleasure - your feminine body to serve others. Look at these tits. You're a good Christian woman... here to serve. Come here, Ashilly."

Next, Paul had her straddle and grind on his cock as they tongue kissed. He wanted her super wet and excited before he fucked her. He wante to enjoyevery moment he had with Ashilly for as long as possible. He was so hot for her he knew he would be able to cum once in her pussy and once in her ass. He also knew that he wanted to share her more than fuck her himself.

"This will be the only time we have sex this weekend so I am going to enjoy all of your holes Ashilly." Paul said, giving her a sense of what to expect the rest of the weekend.

Paul then had her strip naked and get on all fours on the bed and present herself for him. Given how she felt about her body, she would usually have been mortified to be kneeling like she was, her ass up in the air, cheeks spread wide apart with Paul studying her cunt and asshole. But she got over her humiliation knowing that this was the obscene image Paul wanted, that men wanted, that she wanted to give them for her own pleasure although she didn't understand and could never explain.

She had no time to prepare herself when she felt a soft pressure between her legs. Her eyes widened, and her head threw back as she choked back a scream, feeling him fill her in one powerful thrust. He was... taking her from behind, like an animal. She should have been mortified, but the depth of his intrusion sparked something within her. Her body responded, betraying her as she began to move, rotating and shaking her hips, inviting more of his touch. She was at war with herself, caught between the violation of her body and the desperate need coursing through her veins. Her body had been starved, and now it demanded satisfaction, even as her mind grappled with the shame.

Ashilly almost came immediately but Paul sensed it and stopped his thrusting. "Not yet Ashilly, let the pleasure build inside."

"Ohhhh yes. YES, do it to me... oh... Fuck... fuck... fuck... fuck... fuck!"

Ashilly began chanting the obscene word repeatedly in time to the huge prick that was plowing up inside her. She felt his balls slapping against her clit, his finger pushed into her asshole, making her lust rocket, and he finger buggered her in time to the plunging of his cock. Ashilly luxuriated in the joy of being fucked like this. She had no idea that simply kneeling and receiving the business end of a man's prick could be so fulfilling. It soothed the animal instinct of the lust-driven female inside her to be taken, and she rutted with Paul, urging him on with her lewd cries, her ass continuing to move in circles to take his shaft inside her, hitting all of the pleasure spots along her pussy canal.

After ten minutes, Ashilly's cunt contracted as she came around the pistoning shaft of Paul's prick. She sobbed for a minute and then began the inevitable climb towards another orgasm.

As he drove it in and out, Paul felt so powerful fucking Ashilly like this, watching her gorgeous ass waving at him, her hair whipping around.

As he would feel his cum approaching, he would slow down or stop altogether, reaching underneath her and playing with her clit as she would protest, whining and shoving her round ass against him wanting him to continue plumbing the heated depths of her body.

In this way, Paul was able to continue fucking the slut for almost an hour. Ashilly was exhausted, but she had given her will away, and on pure instinct continued to fuck her body weakly back at him.

Paul had been toying with her asshole, rubbing it, pressing it, penetrating, and loving to hear her cries. He realized he simply could not continue unless he were to pull out of her and rest. And he had no plans to do that.

Leaning over her back, he whispered in her ear, "Ashilly, I'm gonna fill your sweet little cunt with my cum. Is that OK? Is it OK if I fill up your little pussy, and shoot my cum inside you?"

Ashilly was now nothing more than a fuck toy, responding by spastically pushing her hips back and moaning, "Yes, yes, yes... ohhhhhh, PLEASE fill me up.. fuck me... fuck me... fuck me!"

Pulling his hips back, Paul slammed into her with a half dozen quick strokes. At the same time, he shoved his finger deep inside her rectum, completely burying it in the hot, dry warmth of her ass. With a final push, he filled her up with his prick and held himself deeply inside her.

She again had a tremendous orgasm at the same time his cock began erupting deep inside her body, bubbling over and spilling his seed inside the fertile womb of the young bride. Ashilly felt his liquid flowing into her and it gave her a beautiful sense of completion as she came, squeezing his pulsating prick even as it was spurting hot sperm inside her. She was sobbing incoherently from her enjoyment of this lewd pounding.

Paul held her hips up for a long minute. They were gasping and softly moaning together, but gradually Ashilly began thinking again, and all the shame and horror of her behavior moved her toward despair, even as she realized how much she had enjoyed being fucked.

Paul pulled out of her with a juicy plopping sound and wearily climbed off the bed, watching as her wide open and slick cunt slowly closed again.

Ashilly had collapsed, exhausted but feeling the sweetness remaining throughout her body. When she finally opened her eyes, Paul's cock was still hard. He rolled her onto her back. His lips crushed hers as he kissed her deeply. She accepted his kiss, kissing him back and groaning as he slid a finger inside her messy wet pussy.

He pulled his mouth from hers, looking down into her beautiful eyes as he slowly stirred his finger in the sopping wet swamp of her pussy. "Are you ready for more baby?" Again he kissed her, and then he repositioned her so that she was laying on her back at the edge of the bed.

It was obvious that Paul had a powerful hold on her. He lubed up his cock which grew stiff again at the scene. He also coated Ashilly's asshole generously with lube.

Slowly Paul pushed his fat cockhead into the ring of the slut's asshole. Ashilly inhaled sharply as the pressure increased, her hands clutching at the sheets. There was always a thin line between pain and pleasure, a tightrope she walked with trepidation and anticipation every time, but tonight, under Paul's complete direction, that trembling boundary vanished. The pain was real, and so was her wish for it, a wish she could never confess in daylight church language, and that Paul somehow intuited in her body's trembling.

He worked himself in slowly, the lube facilitating the thick advance, but her body still needed to stretch to accommodate him. The ache was a part of the experience, and she let it roll over her, praying silently for the courage to take it all, knowing Paul would take nothing less than full surrender.

Once he was buried to the hilt, Paul paused, breathing deep to regain control. He cupped her breast, kneading the flesh, and whispered, "This is how you want it. Tell me."

Ashilly's eyes fluttered in her skull, her lips struggling for words above animal moans. "I want it. I want you to use all of me, however you want. Please, Paul..."

He rewarded her obedience with long, even strokes, impaling her slowly, withdrawing to let her body rest and then driving forward again with certainty. She clung to the edge of the bed, feeling her insides being shaped to his will. Each thrust erased another layer of her shame, dissolving it in the relentless tide of her own need.

He slapped her ass once, not hard, but the sound was sharp, echoing in the hotel room. "That's my good girl," he murmured, "such a pretty, hungry little slut. Say it."

"I'm your slut," she gasped, "I'm your good girl, I'm your fuck toy--" The words tasted electric, and as they tumbled from her mouth, she felt the last coherent piece of her old self vanish into a messy new future.

Paul began pounded Ashilly in earnest, long fast strokes strictly for his own pleasure. He gripped her ankles and folded her back to jackhammer her, her ass clenching on his cock as she whimpered in pleasure.

"I'm cumming, Ashilly!!" he yelled. "I'm gonna to cum in your slutty ass."

"Let me have it, sir. Come deep in my ass. Shoot your hot load deep in me! Please!" With that, Paul unloaded, blasting burst after hot burst of cum into her asshole. Ashilly had wrapped her legs around him, holding on as she came yet again looking as Paul's cock flex in her ass. "Mmmm, that looks so good, your cock in my ass Paul. I love it!"

Day Two - Saturday

When they talked on the phone over the previous weeks, Ashilly had been getting more and more turned on by the idea of Paul sharing her with other men to use. She knew Paul had something planned for their weekend but didn't know when it would happen.

When he called her in the morning, Paul said, "You're going to do it tonight. Be ready. There will also be a few surprises."

Ashilly's face lit up with smile. "I'm a little nervous but it's been my fantasy for a long time... and you'll be there to protect me won't you Paul..."

"Yes, I will. You'll be on display to be shared, exposed and used really. Meet me at Hogs & Heifers at 7:00." Hogs & Heifers is a bar in town where female visitors are encouraged to dance on the bar and donate their bras to hang from the ceiling. Paul had chosen it for obvious reasons.

I went to the bar around 6:30 pm to scope it out. Just before 7:00, Ashilly walked into the bar. She was wearing a nice, revealing knit tank top and a longer denim skirt with a slit up the front that went to mid-thigh.

When she leaned forward to kiss me, her cleavage revealed that she was not wearing a bra, just as I had asked. Her hair was done so it flowed in waves down over her shoulders. She looked good. She smiled as she looked around at the mostly male crowd.

"So what does a girl have to do to get a guy to buy her a drink in this place??" asked Ashilly, smiling.

"Just sit there and look pretty," I teased her. Ashilly laughed as I ordered herself a drink.

We clinked glasses and took a sip. "Let's move over to that booth."

Sitting next to her, I groped her tits and kissed her. "Ready to get started? Let's put on a little show and then I will start recruiting... MMMmmm..." I groped her tits againg and pushed my tongue into her mouth.

Looking around, I could see that we were drawing some attention so I got up to get another round of drinks. At the bar, a young guy was smiling at me and said, "Dude, you are a lucky man."

I looked at him and handed him Ashilly's drink. "So are you. Take this over to her and see how she responds to you..."

Timidly, the guy approached the table and only sat down when Ashlilly patted the place next to her. She thrusted her tits toward him and asked, "Would you like some of what Paul was just enjoying?"

"Uhhh... yeah." Suddenly, he pressed his lips against hers, taking her by surprise. He also grasped her tits with his hands, searching for her nipples. He was all over her for a few minutes and it was clear from the tent in his pants that he was enjoying Ashilly. When he stopped to take a breath, Ashilly pushed him back to sip on her drink, telling him, "There may be more for you later but Paul will decide." With that, the guy walked away awkward to get another drink.

While this was happening, Paul started talking to another guy at the bar. Soon enough the scene was repeated. More kissing and fondling, a total of five guys who couldn't figure out exactly what was happening but who were all enjoying Ashilly.

After the fifth, Paul brought Ashilly a fresh drink and sat across the table from her, asking, "Are you ok?"

"That was interesting... I'm wet." She said a little dazed.

"Did you like all of those guys? Want to find out what's next?" Seeing her nod, Paul looked over at the first guy and called him over. ""How much do you want her?"

He stammered, "Uh, I don't know. What the deal here?"

"For you? $250 bareback for 30 minutes alone in the room. $200 bareback with me in the room. $150 with a condom alone in the room... and $100 with a condom and me in the room. I'll just watch, no funny business." I said, Ashilly looking at Paul with both surprise and excitement.

"Ok..." he discreetly pulled out some cash and peeled off a few $50 bill and handed it to her.

As they got up to leave, Paul stopped Ashilly for a second, whispering, "I'll be out in my car or in the bar if you need me. Text me when you're done and send over the next guy."

Ashilly nodded and looked at the guy who would soon be inside of her. "Time is money, sweetie. Come with me." She said as she sucked down her drink. She took his hand and led him out to the parking lot and across the street to the Downtown Grand Hotel & Casino.

Ashilly pulled out a key and let the guy into the room.

"Oooh, nice and hard, baby. I think someone wants to fuck me," Ashilly whispered, pulling on his cock through his pants. Ashilly stripped down standing in front of him naked except her black lace panties and heels. "Take my panties off and fuck me. I'm your whore for the next half hour."

He was all over her after that, doing his best to get his money's worth out of Ashilly's body.

Paul sat in his rental car wondering how many guys would want her that night and how many she could take. Ten minutes his phone buzzed. "He's done."

Paul walked back into the bar and had a conversation with another one of the guys that Ashilly had made out with. He eagerly handed Paul $250 in cash and walked quickly over to the hotel room where Ashilly would greet him, legs spread wide.

Knowing the guy would be 30 minutes tops, Paul started talking to the others who'd been with Ashilly in the booth. One of them said he couldn't cheat on his wife but the other two were willing to wait their turn, especially when he learned that he could pay extra to fuck Ashilly in the ass. The other guy actually wanted Paul to watch him fuck Ashilly so he got the discount.

By 9:30 that night, Ashley had taken 4 loads of cum and had orgasmed 3 times herself, twice with the same guy. When Paul went up to the room, he found her curled up hugging a pillow. "How do you feel Ashilly?" he asked.

"I feel like I never want to go home," she said, hollow and holy at the same time. "Like if I die now, I'll go straight to hell, but with a smile on my face."

She only curled into him and he reached down and fingered her, hard and deep, feeling the churned-up residue of other men and smiled. "You're very beautiful, Ashilly. See how much they enjoyed you." he said offering her two juicy fingers to suck on.

"You know you're not done yet. There's still tomorrow which begins with church." Paul said as he handed Ashilly a wad of cash.

Ashilly's pussy ached, her ass burned sweetly, and she felt, for the first time in months, uncomplicated. The world made a little more sense when her entire identity shrank to a wet hole and a hungry mouth; all that emotional debris and guilt was just temporary tonight. Her last thought before falling asleep was that she was ok, better than yesterday anyway.

Day Three - Sunday

Morning found Ashilly in front the bathroom mirror running through her Sunday ritual. With Paul's encouragement, today she would wear a lemon-yellow dress with a revealing neckline and more makeup than usual. And as Paul requested, no underwear, no bra. As she studied herself in the mirror, she fet a strange pride: doughy hips, a slightly buldging stomach, but tits that had leveled countless men.

An hour later, Paul met Ashilly at church in the parking lot. Clusters of men in suits and polos, women in floral dresses, children running around. As they got out of the car, heads tilted ever so slightly as Ashilly passed. No overt stares, but subtle scans.

Once inside, Paul pulled Ashilly into a private corner and slipped a finger under her dress. "You're still nice and slippery. Did you decide not to clean yourself up?"

Ashilly looked up at him. "Actually, I like how it feels, being flooded... a little sore."

Sitting down in the pew, Ashilly felt both exhilarated and conflicted about everything. She had almost never missed a Sunday in church and today she was here with a lover who had given her to 4 men last night who were the source of the large cash offering she was about to put in the collection basket as she gave an eyefull of cleavage to the usher passing the basket back and forth.

Neither Ashilly or Paul had their minds on the sermon but the discipline of sitting there provided some comfort to the young 23 year old who was exploring the lust in her heart. As the preacher droned on about sin and temptation, Ashilly noticed the sizeable bulge tenting the front of Paul's slacks. To tease him, she subtly uncrossed and recrossed your legs several times, making your dress ride up and expose her thighs.

Toward the end of the sermon, Paul's phone buzzed in his pocket and he pulled it out to discreetly read the message. Ashilly glanced down to see a picture of a massive Black cock. She stared at the picture, her eyes wide, biting her lip. "I... I can't believe how big it is..." she thought, her mind racing now.

On the way out of the church, Paul whispered to Ashilly that he had been inspired to set up a Sunday afternoon fuck for her before he left Las Vegas. When he saw on FetLife that John was in Las Vegas and that he had an obscene Black cock at close to probably twelve inches long, he reached out and explained his situation with Ashilly and that he wanted to leave her with an experience worthing of a porn video.

Ashilly was mesmorized in the parking lot. "You want to give me to this man? Do you think it will fit, Paul? Will I be able to take all of that cock?" Her face was flushed.

They hurried back to Paul's hotel room where they were supposed to meet John in an hour. As soon as they were inside, Ashilly kissed him passionately. "Thank you for all of this," she whispered against his lips.

It felt like forever before John walked in the door, striding in with confidence. He looked at Paul and smiled but was focused on Ashilly. He reached out his hand to shake hers but didn't let it go. As his eyes met those of the woman he was about to fuck, he saw lust, raw, sexual emotion.

John's pants were tenting absurdly as he pulled off his shirt and unbuckled his belt. His body was impressive and Ashilly stared as he slowly began unzipping his pants. When they fell to the floor, Ashilly gasped. John wasn't wearing underwear and his cock was jutting proudly, immensely into the room. It was at least 10 inches if not a foot long.

John got on the bed where Ashilly was waiting for him. His cock swaying as he crawled to Ashilly and began kissing her. She arched her head back, letting out a low audible groan. Paul looked on she spread her legs in anticipation.

Next, Ashilly reached up with both hands, her small fingers slowly holding his fat shaft. He was so thick that her fingers couldn't reach all the way around John's dick. Ashilly pumped his large cock took the tip of it into her mouth. Her tongue explored the length of his cock, kissing up and down his shaft, taking as much of him as she could down her throat, worshiping it.

John eventually pulled back to look at Ashilly. He then got between her legs and spread them open, positioning his massive cockflesh above the entrance of her pussy. Ashilly was beside herself, unable to look away from the inevitable penetration. Suddenly, John slapped his slab of meat down upon her sopping mound and continued to slap his manhood across her folds, splitting them open with his cockhead and getting her ready. Ashilly was lost, moaning "Mmm! Oh my god!"

He teased her for a moment more and then pulled back, and pushed forward. Paul watched the engorged Black cock push into Ashilly's cunt, slowly disappearing inside of her. Her head shook as she clawed at the bed sheets, "Oh God! Oh God! I can't believe it! It hurts... Oh Goddd!! Keep going!"

John continued to piston in and out, inch by inch, slowly. Ashilly's legs spread up in the air and then locked her legs around his lower back as he drove into her. He was filling Ashilly up like never before. It was clear that Ashilly had never experienced anything like this. "John you're so fucking big! Fuck meee! Oh my goddd I can't believe how big you are!!" She was gasping as he filled her with cock.

John's shaft was glistening with Ashilly's excitement which allowed him to fuck her harder, almost completely filling her up, everything but about 3 inchs of his engorged Black cock. He leaned in and kissed her, muffling her moans with his tongue. Then he leaned up and began a relentless assault on her pussy. Instantly, she was losing control.

"John! Oh God! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum! Oh my... Cumming, ohh!! Fuckkk!!" Her body bucked in mind shattering pleasure.

John just kept going not paying attention to Ashilly but now wanting his own pleasure. "Do you like it Ash? Do you want this Black cock to fill you with cum?" he looked down at her and pinched her nipples to get her attention. Ashilly continued moan and groan. "Mmm, Yes, please... That feels so incredible."

Without warning he pulled cock out and began slapping it against her clit. She winced, desperately wanting his big cock back inside of her. He then grabbed her ankles and folded her back so her legs were pinned to her shoulders. In this position he entered Ashilly again with long thrusts.

As he pumped her for his own pleasure, he began talk, which seemed to fuel his thrusting hips.

"You're a beautiful slut, Ashilly. Look at how good my cock looks in your pussy. You were made for this big Black cock, weren't you?" She moaned in response, "Yes! Oh God so big..."

He began to fuck her harder, increasing his tempo, pulling on her tits. "Ohhh! I love your cock! Fuck me harder, John!"

Ashilly screamed as she started cumming again which seemed to trigger something in John. "Ohhh fuck yeah! Mmm! Oh! Oh! Yes! take it you slut! Fuckkk! I'm filling your cunt with my seed baby. Can you feel that Ashilly?!"

Ashilly's blissful moans stopped as she kissed him deeply. She had never felt so full before and her cunt felt empty in a way as her body convulsed, laying beneath this stranger. They kissed passionately and then John whispered something in her ear as the pleasure continued to surge between them. Eventually, John got up, his semi-hard cock on display. After he got dressed, he nodded in my direction and said, "Thanks man. She's can take a fucking." Then he simply kissed Ashilly one more time and left.

Curled up in the cum-stained bed, Ashilly whispered to herself, "I'm such a mess. But I love it." She had a distant smile on her face....

That is the image of Ashilly that is in my mind now as I think ahead to our next encounter...