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Introduction:

Ms. Hayes was the “cool mom”, but after getting caught fucking her sons friend by two more boys, she earns a new title to go along with her complete submission

The Cool Mom - Becoming the Team Slut

Mike began to dress quickly, watching me the entire time. Fuck he looked sexy. Our secret tryst, a hookup with my son's highschool friend during their final sleepover before heading to college, was over but my body still buzzed with delight.

He reached for the door, hesitating for a moment to glance back at me with a naughty smile. But as he opened it, the scene on the other side made my stomach drop.

Two of his friends were leaning against the doorframe, clearly caught mid-listen. Their wide eyes and guilty expressions said it all—they’d heard everything.

“Whoa!” one of them blurted as they stumbled into the room, clearly not expecting the door to open so abruptly.

“Oh shit,” I muttered under my breath, pulling the sheet tighter around me, mortification crashing over me.

“You were so loud, Ms. Hayes,” one of them said, his face somewhere between smug amusement and disbelief. “We, uh… we thought you might need help or something,” he added with a laugh, though the look in his eyes said otherwise.

The other chimed in, his grin shameless. “Holy hell, Mike. You fucked Ms. Hayes good!” He gave an exaggerated look toward the bed, then back at Mike, raising an eyebrow. “Dude, what are you packing? She was begging for cock…do you think she wants some more?”

I felt my face flush hot as I glared at them, torn between embarrassment and wanting to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Mike, however, looked at me with worry.

“Guys, what the fuck! Leave her alone!” Mike hissed, his face bright red.

“Mike, you had your turn. What do you say Ms. Hayes? Christians asleep. We can make this our little secret.”

The damage was done. They’d heard it all — every sound, every breath — and now, there was no going back. Shame and exhilaration warred inside me, my heart pounding with the weight of it. They knew. I wasn’t the "cool mom" anymore. No, I was something else entirely now.

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The weight of the realization hit me like a wave, but there was no escaping it. I had crossed a line, and the consequences of that felt like a heavy, burning imprint I was now going to answer for.

"I wasn’t expecting this," Rob said, his voice low, but there was something dangerous lurking in his tone. He was no longer the charming teenage boy who joked around in the living room or helped around the house—his tone was darker and more mischievous.

Sam stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers. His gaze was full of something that wasn’t pity or shock—it was desire, raw and unapologetic hunger.

"You've got nothing to be ashamed of," Sam said, his words slow, deliberate, as though he were savoring the moment. "You know, I always thought you flirted with us boys because you wanted something like this to happen."

The tension in the room thickened, and I knew I was at their mercy.

"I never meant for this..." I murmured, but the words faltered as I caught the glint in Rob’s eyes.

"Is that what you really believe?" Rob asked, his voice carrying a quiet menace. "We’re not going to pretend like we didn’t hear everything. We know what you want, Ms. Hayes. And I bet everything we can make you admit it."

"I—" I swallowed hard, the words difficult to form as a wave of heat rushed through me. "What do you want from me?" I asked the question hanging in the air.

"What do you think we want from you?" Sam said, stepping closer, his voice low and smooth.

My heart racing as my mind spun with possibilities.

Their eyes—wide, alert, hungry—tracked me, and I felt a jolt of heat rush through me. The way they stood there, still and yet so full of intent, made my pulse race.

Rob’s voice was rough, almost amused. "We could keep this our little secret," he said, stepping closer, his eyes scanning me with unrelenting focus. "But we need something from you in return. You’ll have to surrender to us, Ms. Hayes. All of you."

My heart pounded in my chest as I considered his words, the weight of the situation sinking deeper. I knew I had crossed a line with Mike, but now, with Rob and Sam, it was something entirely different. What do they mean for me to surrender… all of me? The thought of the possibilities sent a shiver of excitement up my spine.

The choice hung in the air, and I knew this was the only way.

Slowly, I allowed the sheet that had been draped over my body to slip from my shoulders, letting it fall onto the bed. The cool air hit my skin, but the heat in the room grew unbearable as their eyes roamed over me. I was exposed now, and I didn’t feel shame. Instead, I felt something else—a dangerous thrill that made my body ache with need.

Rob and Sam’s gazes were insatiable. Their eyes lingered, hungry as if they were seeing something they had been craving, something that had been right there, hidden beneath the surface all along.

Sam pulled away the sheet as Rob quickly pulled the phone from his pocket and snapped a picture of my naked body.

“But.” I protested.

“Shhhh, you’re beautiful Ms. Hayes," Rob whispered, his voice dark and low. "We just need a little insurance that you will surrender completely to us. You will do exactly as you're told like the little slut you are, right?”

I nodded. I wanted to protest, but the truth was, part of me did want this. The shame and the thrill twisted together in a knot that I could barely untangle. My heart hammered in my chest, but I didn’t pull away.

Rob’s voice was calm, yet filled with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. "You go first," he told Sam, his gaze never leaving me, as if he were savoring the moment. "I want to watch this. I want to enjoy every second of it."

Sam didn’t need any further invitations. His gaze flicked over my nude body, scanning every inch of my body with blatant hunger. Just as Sam moved to touch me, I heard the sound of the door clicking shut. My attention shifted momentarily. Mike closed the door, locking it with a deliberate click, and slowly moved closer. His gaze flicked to Rob and Sam, then back to me, his eyes full of something I couldn’t name.

Mike didn’t speak. He stood just a few feet away now, watching me, watching the men who had already begun to strip away my defenses. It was as if he were waiting for something—either to protect me to watch me become undone, to let go completely. Either way, something about having him here set me at ease.

Sam, eager to move forward, pulled me back to the present, his hands rough and possessive as he guided me on the bed. Sam's grin never faded, his excitement boiled over as he ran his hands along my body.



"Get on your knees, slut," Rob commanded, his voice sharp and unwavering. The words cut through me like a jolt, making my breath hitch in my throat. But I didn’t resist. I didn’t even hesitate. My body moved on its own.

Rob’s eyes darkened with satisfaction, a slow, predatory smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He tilted his head, studying me like he was admiring a masterpiece he’d crafted himself. "Good girl," he murmured, the praise sinking into me with a warmth that shouldn't have felt as good as it did. His eyes never left me as he gave a subtle nod to Sam. "Go ahead."

I watched Sam undress, his fingers moving quickly as he gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head with eagerness revealing his broad shoulders and taut chest, the faint lines of definition disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. His hands moved with restless energy, fingers twitching like he could barely wait a second longer. His breathing was shallow, his jaw tight with anticipation, and there was no hiding the hard-line pressing against his jeans.

Sam’s fingers gripped my wide hips with a confidence that made my heart race, his thumbs pressing into the soft curve of my rear like he was testing it, kneading it slowly, deliberately — like dough in his hands. The pressure sent sparks of sensation up my spine, and I sucked in a sharp breath, only for it to escape as a soft, unbidden moan. God, I didn’t mean to make that sound. But it was too late. I felt the shift in him immediately.

“You’re so responsive to my touch, Ms. Hayes. So eager,” Sam muttered, his voice rough with satisfaction. “Do you like this?” He asked, his eyes locked with mine as his fingers flexed, gripping me harder, grounding me in place.

Sam’s grin was instant—wide, cocky, and so full of excitement it was almost boyish. But there was nothing innocent about the way he moved. I bit my lip, trying to steady my breathing, but it was impossible to stay still when his hands started to wander. His fingers slid down, tracing the line of my thighs. My breath hitched, anticipation coiling tight in my belly. My legs trembled slightly, a reflex I couldn’t control, and that only seemed to encourage him.

His fingers moved with purpose, teasing the sensitive skin between my thighs. The lightest touch, barely a graze, but it was enough to send a shiver racing down my spine. I gasped, my fingers curling into the sheets beneath me, gripping them tight like they could anchor me somehow. He’s playing with me. The realization burned hot in my chest, a mix of frustration and need, leaving me breathless.

“Your beautiful pussy is already so wet,” Sam teased, his voice a low purr right behind me. His fingers hovered just on the edge of where I wanted them most, never quite giving me what I needed. “I want you to beg for it, give me a sign you want more.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, my breaths coming faster now, my body tense with need. How long was he going to toy with me? Every slow, teasing glide of his fingers made it worse — made me more aware of just how badly I wanted him to stop playing and do something. My pride told me to stay quiet, to keep some shred of control, but my body had other plans. Another soft, needy sound slipped from my lips, and I hated how much I wanted him to hear it.

“Do you hear that, Rob?” Sam laughed, fingers tracing back up to my hips, leaving me throbbing with frustration. “She’s already begging, and we haven’t even started.”

Rob's eyes met mine from the side, his grin sharp and knowing, his phone camera pointed at me, filming every second. “That’s what happens when you give a slut a taste,” he said, his gaze as heavy as his words. “They always come back wanting more.”

I dropped my head, my face burning with equal parts shame and something far more dangerous — desire.

"Don’t be shy now," Rob said, his voice smooth and commanding, this camera lens focused on me. "We both know you love this."

I hated how much I did. I hated how much those words sank into me, filling me with warmth and need. But I didn’t want to admit it, not on camera. Yes, I didn’t stop them. I stayed exactly where I was—on my knees—because. He’s right.

“You wanted this,” he said, his voice low but certain, eyes locked on mine with that knowing grin that made me feel both seen and exposed. “All those times you dressed in your sexy outfits and showed off that wonderful body of yours… you were begging for this.”

Heat rushed to my face, but I didn’t deny it. I couldn’t deny it. My heart pounded in my chest, my breath shallow as his words settled into place, fitting together pieces of a puzzle I hadn’t even realized I’d been building. The way I used to put on those snug jeans, the fitted tops that hugged every curve, the way I’d catch Christian’s friends sneaking glances at me — and how it had always made me feel a little thrill.

It was innocent, I’d told myself back then. Just playful fun. But now, with Rob staring down at me like he’d unlocked some secret part of me, I knew it had never been that simple.

Sam's thumb pressed firmly against my erect clit as it made small concentric circles against me. My thighs spreading, my hips shifted upward to meet him, I could feel my heat rising, my need building. His laughter made me feel so slutty, but I couldn’t contain it, my head dropping as I let go of a deep moan.

Sam then pushed two of his meaty fingers into me, slowly, deliberately, filling me. I held my breath, trying to hold back the pleasure I felt in that moment. My body was already so sensitive from the orgasm Mike gave me, images of his big cock flashed in my mind only getting me more aroused. But it was the way Sam teased me, drawing out my pleasure, heightening the need in me, that I knew was going to break me.

His fingers plunged into me, faster and faster. I felt my world spinning, my body moving on its own to satisfy its desires.

“Oh shit, Rob, she’s already so fucking wet,” Sam teased from behind me, his voice filled with pride and excitement. His fingers pushed in and out of me with ease as he added another finger, his touch both claiming and exposing me all at once. I gasped, my whole body reacting to the sensation, back arching into him without a second thought.

Rob’s camera filmed it all, his words sharp as a blade. “Look at you,” he said softly, but there was nothing gentle in his tone. It was full of certainty like he’d known the truth long before I had. “Rocking back into him like you can’t get enough.” His smile widened. “This is what you’ve been wanting all along, it’s it?”

I felt my throat tighten, shame and need twisting together inside me. My eyes flickered up to his, then to the camera lens, and for a moment, I tried to cling to my pride. But it was pointless. He knew. I was already caught. My breath came in shallow pants as I nodded, the motion slow at first but then more certain. He’s right. I hated how much it hurt to admit it, but it also felt like a release — like letting go of a weight I’d been carrying for too long.

“Yeah,” Rob breathed, his voice rich with satisfaction. “Don’t worry Ms Hayes, we know exactly what you want and we are going to give it to you.”

Sam pulled his fingers out of my cunt. I watched him as he leaned forward and pushed his fingers in my mouth. “Fuck, your so hot, Ms. Hayes!” He said as my lips wrapped around his fingers, the taste of my excitement lingering on my tongue, making me even more excited as I sucked his fingers while his other hand wrapped around me twisting my nipple. “I can’t wait to fuck you,” he whispered making me moan in anticipation.

He pulled his hand out of my mouth, drawing his palm back before it landed with a crack on my ass. The searing burn on my skin, the shape of his palm is a reminder that I was his.

I watched Sam, my breath caught in my throat, as he pushed his pants down his hips, his abs tensed with every movement, his broad shoulders shifting as he kicked his pants aside. That’s when I saw it. Him. My heart thudded in my chest, a flush of heat rushing to my face and neck. It was the thickest cock I had ever seen, I couldn’t stop staring. My lips parted, and before I even realized it, the tip of my tongue flicked across them. Oh god, did I just lick my lips?

“You like what you see, huh?” Sam’s voice was thick with pride and a teasing edge, his grip tightening as he pulled me back an inch, just to remind me he could. “Yeah, I saw that. Licking your lips like you’re starving, you can’t wait to feel this monster in your tight little hole.” His chuckle was low and rough.

Rob leaned in close from the side, his voice just a whisper against my ear. “Ms.Hayes, the anticipation of being stuffed by his cock is really arousing you isn’t it? You really are a cock hungry slut.”

I hated how much that lit me up inside. I never thought of myself as a slut but here I was. The heat, the ache, the need — it wasn’t just growing anymore. It was raging. Every sense felt heightened, every touch sharper, every glance between them more charged than the last. And worst of all, I knew they all could see it. They knew.

Sam’s hands were on me. It felt like possession. His thick hard flesh raked my entrance, sliding along my wet slit, spreading my lips open, making my hips rock and twist to surrender to him. His fingers held my hips and took aim before plunging into me. “Mmm,” I moaned as his thick cock opened me up.

The teasing heightened my need to feel him, but I wasn’t prepared for his girth. As he pushed into me my pussy stretched around him, my muscles spasming, gripping his invader making me fee every satisfying bump and ridge of his cock.

“On fuck, Sam, your so god damn thick!” I screamed, “Slow down, I need to adjust to you!”

Back and forth, he plunged into me, his palms pulling me back onto him as he reached for my depths. “You like how it feels, don’t you Ms Hayes! Tell the camera you love being fucked by me!” Sam said.

As I moaned, my eyes shut tight, the pain turning to a euphoric pleasure as I savored his cock press against the walls of my pussy, triggering the nerves along all the right spots. It felt good but I couldn’t beg, I couldn’t let these boys know how much I wanted this. If they knew the depths of my desires, if I truly became their slut, I would be ruined.

I felt one of his hands leave my hip for a moment and land with a loud crack on my ass. “Oh god!” I screamed. His hit was hard, searing. The burn radiated through me, focusing my attention on the pleasure, on the thick cock plunging deeper and deeper.

“Tell me, Ms. Hayes!” He depended, his hips now thrusting into me harder and faster. My body rocked with instinct, responding to the weight of his hands on my hips, and the way he guided me with slow, deliberate force. My arms burned trying to hold myself up bracing for the next hard thrust that rammed his thick cock into me. Then again, crack, his palm landed on me. God, it felt so good.

My breath was short, as my arms gave way, my head falling to the bed as I pushed my ass into his powerful thrust. I whimpered in surrender, “Yes! Sam, I love this! I love how you fuck me hard with your thick cock! Please spank me, spank me again.”

Crack, as the words left my mouth I felt his palm land squarely on my rump. I felt his body loom over me, his hand sliding down my back to my neck as his hip plunged powerful thrust deep into me drawing out gutter moans from me.

“Fuck Ms Hayes, your so damn tight! I love fucking you too.” Sam said as his hand reached my head, pressing the side of my face into the bed, asserting his dominance as he fucked me.

As Sam continued his movements behind me, my mind was a blur of conflicting emotions.

“Please! Please don’t stop. Oh god, I’m so close!” I pleaded, every sensation heightened, the pressure and rhythm of his touch sending jolts of desire through me, making it impossible to focus on anything except the heat building inside me.

And with my admitted surrender, my body no longer fought to hold back the floodgates. My toes curled, my fingers gripped the bed, my eyes shot open, connecting with his. He watched me unravel with a wide grin, my whimpering moans growing louder with each deep pleasurable thrust. Then in one deep powerful thrust, my body lurching forward, I let go. My body shaking, my muscles clenching and my scream piercing the night, “Yes! Yes! I’m cumming!”

He stopped to savor my release, his eyes appreciating his control over my pleasure. But he was far from done, he reminded me of the fact as this hard thick cock began moving again in me, my body more sensitive than ever.

Rob gripped my chin, pulling my attention to him. His gaze was dark, full of hunger, but there was a strange sense of control in his stillness. "God you look so hot cumming, Ms. Hayes. We all want a piece of you tonight… together," Rob said, his voice a whisper of command, though his eyes burned with approval. "How do you feel about a gangbang Ms. Hayes?"

I could barely form words. My body trembled with a rawness I couldn’t deny. I looked at Mike, then back at Rob and Sam, feeling the pressure of their eyes on me, hungry and demanding. My son’s friends were going to claim every in of me in ways I had never been claimed before.

“You’ve had your fun Sam, it’s time to share,” Rob said. He placed his phone on my nightstand, its camera lens aimed at me, watching the entirety of my submissions.

I felt Sam’s grip on my hair, pulling my head back, my back arching as I lifted up. My palms pressed into the firm mattress as I got back onto my hands and knees.

In front of me, Rob stood, watching me with that knowing, predatory gaze. His eyes locked onto mine, his presence was both commanding and magnetic, drawing me in even more.

I wanted him. I wanted both of them. There was no room for logic, no space for hesitation to fully surface. My body had taken over, responding to the power dynamic that was unfolding.

Rob’s fingers lightly brushed my jaw making me coo and in that moment I realized I was ready for whatever he had planned. Rob’s posture was confident as he unbuckled his pants. His body was built — broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, his muscles defined but not overly bulky. The faint light of the room caught the sharp angles of his jaw and the way his chest expanded with each breath.

His pants dropped, and with a kick he pushed them to the floor, revealing long, toned legs. I looked up to see a slight smirk on his lips, I drank in the sight of him. His hand resting on his waist, waiting for me to take in every inch of his long member.

When he finally spoke, his voice was low and gravelly. “I’m going to enjoy this.” His words sank deep into me, almost like it was a command. My job was to please him.

Rob's hands wrapped around my head and with authority, he pulled me to him. His presence is overpowering in the best possible way. The way he stands over me, his smell, his energy, it all wraps around me, almost like a suffocating but comforting embrace. “Suck my cock like a good little slut, Ms. Hayes.” He demanded.

My lips open to please him, his salty warm cock entering my warm wet mouth. My lips tighten around his circumcised head as I suck on him, watching the pleasure on his face as he looks down on me. With a grin, he says, “You look amazing with my sucking my cock, Ms. Hayes! I think you want all of it don’t you?”

I looked up at him, my head bobbing back and forth into him, bracing myself for the inevitable.

Rob’s grip on my hair tightened as he tilted my head up, his cock pushing deeper, brushing against the back of my throat. Tears spilled from the corners of my eyes, my jaw aching in the most satisfying way. “You’re such a good cock sucker,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. “Take it all, just like that.”

He pushed his hips further, my jaw stretching open, as I felt his cock slip into my throat. He filled my throat, my eyes watering. Before he pulled himself out of me, making me gasp. “Good girl! You knew a slut like you would be able to take me so well,” He said.

Rob’s thick, veiny cock slid in and out of my throat, the sheer size of him making my mouth salivate as I worked him eagerly, my lips stretched around him wanting more of him, all of him. “Fuck your throat is so tight, Ms Hayes!” He said as his firm hand rested on the back of my head, guiding my rhythm with a raw intensity. I moaned around him, the vibration pulling a deep groan from his chest as his hips bucked forward.

Rob’s hand loosens on my head, his grip easing, but the message is clear — he wants me to show him that I want him too. And in that moment, there was no hesitation in me. I lean in, pushing myself to take him deeper, feeling the stretch in my throat as I give myself over to him fully. The desire for his approval, the need to please him, fuels my every movement. My lips press tighter, my tongue moving to caress him as I rock my head forward, showing him just how much I crave this, just how much I crave him.

The sounds of my surrender filled the room — the slickness of my mouth, the wetness of my lips as they glide against him. It’s a heady, intoxicating sensation, and I’m lost in it, lost in him. His pleasure is mine, and I can feel the deep satisfaction within me, knowing that I’m fulfilling his desires.

As I pull back slightly, I look up at him, my eyes meeting his, and I see the approval there. “Fuck, Ms. Hayes,” Rob huffed, his voice tight with restraint. “You’re mouth feels so good.”

Behind me, Sam’s assault resumed, his excitement evident as his hips snapped against me with a relentless force that sent jolts of pleasure through my already sensitive body. My skin burned, each thrust sending shivers down my spine as he drove deeper, hitting spots that made my legs shake.

“God, you’re so tight,” Sam growled, his hands spreading my ass apart. “You feel fucking amazing… I love watching you take all of me in your tight little pussy Ms. Hayes. Show us how much you want us!”

I couldn’t stop myself, my hips bucking back into him, meeting his every thrust with desperate hunger as my mouth consumed all of Rob. My body was sweating, heat rising, every nerve screaming for more.

“That’s right Ms Hayes. You love being fucked by two men at the same time don’t you,” Sam groaned as he plunged into him, “Show us what a good little slut you are! You can’t wait to have all your fucking holes filled, huh?”

His words, offensive and sharp, only made me moan louder, work harder for their approval. Oh god, it felt so good to be used by them, my body on the edge of another release.

Sam’s hands gripped my butt cheeks, spreading them apart, his grip firm, almost bruising. “God damn you have a beautiful tight ass, Ms.Hayes.” As he spit, I could feel the cool liquid dripping down my crack. “Time to open you up your little virgin hole baby, you ready Ms Hayes?”

I was lost in the moment, my body an instrument of pleasure, when I felt Sam’s fingers push into my asshole. “Oh god, not my…” I wanted to finish screaming but Rob's cock filled my mouth, silencing me.

“We need to open your ass up, Ms Hayes! How else are you going to please all three of us at the same time!” I felt Sam stretching my muscular barrier apart, as I tried to scream. He was burrowing into my depths as he pushed his cock into me. As I squirmed at the new sensation, I felt an increased layer of pleasure, my hips rocking into him as I moaned onto Rob’s cock. The thought of being taken by all three men at once was both scary and exciting.

The combination of Rob’s cock sliding in and out of my mouth and Sam pounding into me from behind was overwhelming. My moans grew louder, muffled by Rob’s length but unmistakable, as my body trembled with need.

Sam’s rhythm grew almost frantic, his groans becoming louder as his hands moved to my hips, pulling me back onto him harder. Each thrust sent shockwaves through me, my body tightening around him as my knees threatened to give out. Each snap of his hips sent me forward, my breasts swaying with the force, while his fingers claimed me, stretching me open as my hips pushed back into him. He was relentless, his rhythm deep and demanding, his breaths coming out in low, guttural groans that sent shivers down my spine.

In front of me, Rob held my head firmly, his cock filling my mouth with every push of his hips. His grip on my hair tightened as his movements matched Sam’s. The roughness in their tempo, their perfectly synchronized motions, sent me spiraling, my body responding to their every demand.

The sounds in the room were primal—skin slapping against skin, Sam’s grunts, Rob’s ragged breathing, and my own muffled moans as they took me together. My body trembled, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the moment.

“Oh, fuck, Ms. Hayes,” Sam groaned, his voice thick with need. His hips slammed against me harder, his pace quickening as his hands guided me exactly where he wanted. Each thrust filled me completely, leaving me gasping for air, my fingers clutching at the sheets beneath me.

I’d never been taken like this before—by two men, my body filled completely, their desire focused solely on me. The fullness, the roughness, the way they moved in perfect tandem—it was like nothing I’d ever experienced.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Sam growled behind me, his voice raw. “I’m not gonna last.”

I could only moan in response, my body shaking as the intensity built higher and higher. Rob tilted my head up, pulling out of my mouth briefly to let me gasp for air. “You like this, don’t you slut?” he asked, his voice teasing but filled with awe.

I nodded, my breath coming in ragged gasps. “Yes,” I managed to whimper. “God, yes, don’t stop!”

Their tempo quickened, becoming almost frenzied, as they pushed me closer and closer to the edge. My body responded in ways I didn’t think possible, every nerve alight as I surrendered completely to the moment.

The tension in my body was unbearable, every nerve alight as Sam drove into me with relentless vigor. My nails dug into Rob’s firm, muscled ass, feeling the flex and power of each thrust as his cock filled my mouth.

Sam groaned behind me, his voice raw and unrestrained. “Oh fuck, this slut loves cock!” he howled, his words rough and wild as his thrusts grew erratic. “Look how much this slut works for it! Needs it!”

Rob’s hand gripped my hair, tugging me off his cock with just enough force to make my scalp tingle. He held my face upward, making me look into his dark, lust-filled eyes. “Is that right, Ms. Hayes?” he asked, his tone low and teasing. “Are you a cock-hungry slut?”

The weight of his words sent a thrill through me, the delicious humiliation mingling with the overwhelming pleasure coursing through my body. Sam surged forward, his hips slamming into me with such force I nearly cried out. The building tension inside me snapped, and I screamed, unable to hold back.

“Yes! Oh fuck, this feels so good!” I yelled, my voice shaking with raw need and abandon.

Their words are like fire, feeding my submission, my need to please them. "Say it! Tell us how much of a slut you are, Ms Hayes!" Rob murmurs, his voice thick with approval.

My words fell out of me, my truth laid bare for them like my body, “Rob, I am a cock loving slut!” my screams heightened as Sam pushed into me. “Please! I’m so close! Make me cum again! Make me your slut! Claim me!”

Every movement, every thrust, sends shockwaves of pleasure through me, each one building on the last. I can feel myself teetering on the brink, my entire body sensitive, every nerve ending exposed. The tightness, the stretch, the way their bodies collide with mine — it’s too much, too intense. I shudder, my body a physical expression of surrender, giving in to everything they want, everything they’ve drawn out of me.

I feel him behind me, the heat of his body searing into mine, the rhythm of his movements driving me further to the edge. His words, heavy with desire, reach my ears, and they trigger something deep inside me. “You’re mine, Ms. Hayes! I’m going to fill your tight pussy with my cum,” he murmurs.

Sam’s body shuddered behind me, his grip on my hips tightening as he let out a guttural groan. His movements faltered, and I felt him gush inside me, his warmth filling my depths. As his release surges into me, I feel every inch of him, his body pressing into mine, and I shudder in response.

My legs trembled, my muscles tightening around him as my orgasm took hold, every nerve in my body firing at once. My body shudders violently as my orgasm surges through me. The feeling is unlike anything I’ve ever known. “Oh my god! I'm cumming! I’m cumming so fucking hard!” My cries echoed in the room, blending with Sam’s groans and the sound of Rob’s low, approving chuckle.

My hands clutched at the sheets as my body trembled with release, my mind lost all sense of control, and I let go completely. I shudder, my body convulsing with a force that surprises me. Liquid surges from my depths, shooting out of me in a stream as I scream, “Oh god! Of fucking god!” I’ve never experienced this, it wasn’t just an orgasm — it’s an eruption, a complete outpouring of everything I’ve held inside. I feel myself explode, and with it, I feel something else: complete and total submission.

Rob’s words sent a shiver through me, his deep voice laced with a mix of admiration and cocky satisfaction. “Fuck, you look so beautiful when you cum,” he said, his lips curving into a wicked grin. His eyes roamed over me, drinking in the sight of my flushed, trembling body as I caught my breath. He layed onto my bed, lounging against my pillows, his eyes never leaving mine. His gaze was heavy as if he were savoring every inch of me. His cock stood proudly, still thick and throbbing, glistening in the dim light of the room. It was like he knew the effect he had on me, the way he commanded the room with his presence.

“Come over here and sit on my lap, Ms. Hayes!” He said as he watched me recovering from my orgasm, panting.

I crawled up to him, my body trembling with anticipation. The feeling of the sheets beneath me, the warmth of the space between us growing as I drew closer, was almost intoxicating. My heart pounded, and I knew, without a doubt, that I wanted to feel him in me.

“You know what you want, don’t you, Ms. Hayes?” he murmured, his voice dripping with confidence.

I nodded, biting my lip, my gaze locked on him. “I know exactly what I want.”

He smirked as though he knew the power he had over me. Every word he spoke was deliberate, crafted to push my boundaries and draw me deeper into this forbidden territory. "Good," he said, his fingers trailing down my skin. "I want you to remember exactly how this feels, surrendering completely to your son’s friends."

I straddled his hips, my thighs brushing against his as I positioned myself over him. I could feel the tension in the air, thick and charged as if everything around us faded into the background. It was just him and me now, and I could feel his gaze on me, burning with want.

I held his eyes, my breath shallow as I slowly lowered myself, feeling the smoothness of his skin beneath my palms as his hardness pressed into me. I let out a shaky breath, trying to control my anticipation.

With a slight shift of my hips, I felt him more fully, the muscles in my legs tensing as I positioned myself to take all of him. I could feel him watching me as he claimed me inch by inch. My hips tilted and rolled into his hard tool. I moaned in absolute pleasure, “Oh fuck you feel so fucking good, Rob.”

Rob gripped my waist tightly, guiding my movements as I rode him, his hips thrusting up to meet mine with an unrelenting rhythm. Every roll of my hips sent sparks shooting through me, his long cock reaching into depths I didn’t know existed.

His hands moved to my chest, rough and commanding, his fingers twisting my sensitive nipples. The mix of pleasure and pain makes me shiver with need. I let out a guttural moan, unable to hold back as the tension built inside me.

"That's it," Rob growled, his voice dark and possessive. "I got you baby. Tell me how it feels riding my cock, slut."

His words only drove me wilder. "Oh, Rob! Oh go,d you're so deep! You feel so good!" I screamed, my voice echoing off the walls as I threw my head back, losing myself completely in the moment.

"You're so perfect like this, a begging cock-hungry slut," he said, his voice dripping with lust. "Taking everything we give you, begging for us to fill your dirty little holes."

I felt the coil inside me tighten, my body arching as I leaned forward, pressing my hands to his chest for balance. I moved faster, grinding harder, chasing the release I craved. His hands guided me, his grip firm, his words filthy and relentless.

The sounds of our bodies moving together, the sharp sting of his teeth grazing my skin, and his low, commanding tone overwhelmed me. I felt like I was drowning in pure, unfiltered pleasure, and I never wanted to come up for air.

“You want all three of us to fill you up don’t you?" His words cut through the thick air, low and commanding, sending a shiver down my spine. The question, the challenge in his tone, made something inside me stir.

"Yes! I want to feel all of you." I cried out, my voice raw with need.

I barely had time to process the words before Sam and Mike were beside me, their presence surrounding me in a way that felt almost suffocating — but in the best possible way. My pulse raced, and I could feel the heat rising between us, their bodies pressing closer, their intentions clear.

The sensation of being the focus of three men, each of them eager to claim me, consumed me completely. My mind spun, and I could feel the walls I’d built around my own desires crumbling, leaving nothing but raw, unfiltered hunger in its place.

Sam’s fingers weaved into my hair, his grip steady as he guided me to his semi-hard cock. My lips wrapped around him, our combined taste flooding my senses. The guttural sounds he made spurred me on, and I could feel his flesh growing harder, thicker, with every movement of my tongue.

In my other hand, Mike twitched under my grip, his hard flesh pulsing in my hand as I stroked him with a rhythm that had him gasping. "Fuck, you’re incredible," he muttered, his voice thick with arousal. The power in his words sent a rush of heat through me, making me grind harder against Rob.

Beneath me, Rob groaned, his hands gripping my hips like a vice. "That’s it, Ms. Hayes," he said, his tone low and commanding, every word igniting something primal in me. "Ride me like you mean it. Show us all just how much you love this."

I moved with wild abandon, rolling my hips in a rhythm that left no doubt about my desperation. The way Rob filled me—stretching me, claiming me—drove me wild. My moans were muffled around Sam, but they still echoed through the room, a melody of pure, unrestrained need.

"You’re a fucking goddess," Rob growled, his voice a mix of pride and lust as he thrust upward to meet my movements. "Look at you, taking us all like you were made for this."

Sam’s grip tightened in my hair, a sharp tug that sent a thrill racing down my spine. "She’s perfect, Rob," he said, his voice heavy with pleasure. "So fucking eager."

Sam's rough hands were on my face in an instant, guiding me, his thick, pulsing shaft pressing against my lips. His dark eyes bore into mine as he silenced my cries with a confident, unapologetic thrust. I opened willingly, letting him take me, his size filling my mouth as I worked to keep up with the demand of his movements.

"You’re ours now," Rob growled, his voice filled with both lust and possession. "All of us. You're never going to have to worry about feeling alone again."

I believed him. At that moment, nothing else mattered but their touch, their voices, and the overwhelming pleasure that consumed me. I was theirs, and I didn’t want it to end.

In the chaos of the moment, amidst the frenzy of desire, my eyes locked with Mike's, and something shifted. "I’m… I’m ready for you," I whispered, my voice thick with desire

Mike was perfect, his touch was not harsh or urgent like the others as he positioned himself behind me. His lips brushed my neck, soft and tender, sending a shiver down my spine. “You look so beautiful, Ms. Hayes. We are going to go nice and slow.”

Mike pushed his lubricated fingers into me first, making me gasp. He spread the gel in and around me liberally as my hips slowed to take in the new sensation. Then I felt his fingers retreat and the heat of his rock-hard member sliding along my eager crack.

Mike's body pressed into mine, I could feel the combined stretch take hold, my body trembling under the sensation. It was different with him—gentler, yet no less overwhelming. The sensation of him filling me, melding with me in a way that felt intimate, right, sent a groan spilling from my lips.

The scream escaped me without thought, as my body felt like it had been ripped open. “Oh god! You’re too big for my ass!!” I cried out, my voice shaking, my hands gripping at the sheets as I tried to steady myself, He was everywhere—his heat, his strength, his energy filling me in a way that was both terrifying and thrilling.

“It’s okay baby, I’ve got you,” he said, his were gentle, yet firm, guiding me onto him, coaxing me open as I stretched around his hard flesh. The way he moved—slow, deliberate—each inch pushing deeper, felt different than anything I had ever experienced. “Just relax,” Mike's voice was quiet and calming.

My body yielded to him in a way it never had before. He held me in place, his hands steadying me as he eased into me, careful, deliberate. My arm reached behind me, instinctively pulling him closer, holding his body to mine as I began to move with him. His rhythm was steady, guiding me, and I let myself fall into it, letting him claim me fully, completely, like no other man had before.

“That’s my girl!,” he whispered in my ear, “Do you like how this feels?”

"Yes," I gasped, the words slipping from my lips, both an invitation and a surrender. I wanted it all. Every part of this, of him. My body opened up, giving him what he wanted, what we both needed, the pleasure mounting until I was on the verge of something I couldn’t contain.

Mike and Rob began moving together in slow and measured thrusts. My hands moved instinctively, gripping the flesh of my rear, pulling it apart to allow them deeper access, opening myself fully for them. There was no hesitation, no uncertainty—only a raw need to be claimed, to be taken. Every inch of me was on fire, aching for more.

The heat of their bodies pressed against mine, their strength and rhythm overwhelming me. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, each thump resonating through my body as if it were my heartbeat.

Rob’s voice curled in my ear, low and commanding, making my entire body shiver. “Look how well you take both of us,” he growled, his words slicing through the haze of pleasure clouding my mind.

I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my lips, my head falling back against him.

“You’re such a slut, aren’t you, Ms. Hayes?” he demanded, his tone sharp and deliberate, cutting straight to my core.

“Yes!” I cried, my voice trembling as the truth spilled from me.

“Say it,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for hesitation. “What are you?”

My breath hitched, and the words tore from my throat before I could stop them. “I’m a slut! I’m a cock loving slut!”

The confession shattered me as I felt their two cocks stretch me open, filling me to the brim as my hips rock back into him, begging for more.

“That’s right,” he murmured, his tone laced with triumph. “You're the team slut.”

I nodded, my chest heaving as the truth settled over me. I was theirs—fully and completely.

“You’re so tight, Ms. Hayes,” Rob said as he pinched my nipples sending waves of both pain and arousal shooting through me. “Beg for us to fuck you harder, slut.”

The sound of my breath, ragged and desperate, filled the room as I begged, my voice trembling with the weight of my desire. “Oh god, please! Please, fuck me harder! Please don’t stop, fuck me harder!” My voice shook as my body rose and fell against their thrusting flesh.

Rob and Mike moved together, perfectly synchronized, as if they were two parts of a single force that consumed me. My mouth hung open in a silent scream, my voice breaking as I begged them to go faster, harder, deeper. My words were raw, desperate—pleading for more of the pleasure I could barely contain.

Rob's voice cut through the haze of pleasure, a low, gravelly sound that filled my ears, praising me. "You're so beautiful," he whispered his words like a drug that only intensified the sensations, pushing me further into the depths of my submission. “Cum for us, slut! Show us how much you love this!” His hands gripped my breasts, fingers digging into the soft flesh, and in that touch, he turned me to a frequency of unfiltered pleasure.

Each stroke, each movement, felt like an electric current shooting through me, sparking every nerve, and making me ache for more. My body responded to them instinctively, no longer needing to ask for more, but demanding it, feeling them drive me toward something primal, something beautiful in its rawness.

"I needed this," I whispered, the words tumbling out without a second thought. Our bodies slapped together, my moans growing louder and louder, the intensity building until it was unbearable,

“I’m…. I’m cumming!” I screamed as my body exploded. The sensation hit me like a wave, crashing over every inch of my skin, making my muscles convulse in pleasure. My entire body shook with the intensity of it, fluids shooting out of me as I screamed. My breath was coming in ragged gasps as the release ripped through me, leaving me trembling,and helpless in its wake. My mind went blank, consumed by the moment, my senses overwhelmed by the sheer force of what they had awakened within me.

But they didn’t stop. No, they weren’t done with me yet. Even as my body trembled from the force of my release, they held me in place, controlling the rhythm, not allowing me to pull away.

Rob’s hands kept me grounded, steadying me as I struggled to stay conscious under the weight of the pleasure. My body was pinned between Mike and Rob, each of them bringing something different, yet equally intense. I was being claimed, as their bodies pressed against mine from either side. My breath hitched, the sensations of their movements blending into one overwhelming force.

I looked up at Sam, my body trembling beneath the weight of his gaze. He stood before me, towering, his eyes cold with satisfaction as he looked down at his conquest—at me. His hand rested lightly on my head, a subtle but undeniable sign of ownership.

Sam’s hand tightens in my hair, his fingers curling around the strands with a possessive grip that makes my head tilt back, forcing me to look up at him. His touch is commanding, pulling my body in sync with his will, controlling my every movement. I feel the tension in my neck as he holds me there, his eyes dark and full of intent as he gazes down at me, that wicked grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Open wider,” he commands, his voice low, steady like it’s not just a request but an order that I’m powerless to deny. His grip tightens, pulling me closer, forcing me to obey. “I know you want it! Don’t you?”

“Yes, oh god, yes!” I whisper, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and desire, the intensity of his control over me making my heart race. My jaw stretches, wide and eager, as I willingly accept his fully erect member. His hand on my hair guides me, pulling me closer as my mouth opens further, my body surrendering to him, every part of me eager for more.

He stood in front of me, his legs on either side of Rob, as he held me by my hair, thrusting his fat cock into my mouth. My back arched, and my hands gripped his ass as it flexed, each thrust, stretching my jaw wider. He was the thickest of the three of them and as it pounded into the back of my throat the stretch was too intense.

My fists wrapped around his shaft beating him as I sucked hard on my thick cock.

“Fuck yeah, Ms. Hayes, milk my cock. I want to cum down your throat!”

My body moved instinctively, every nerve humming as the waves of pleasure continued to crash over me. Rob's hands were firm on my hips, guiding me, pulling me closer, deeper, urging me to ride him, as Mike thrusts upward into the depths of my bowels. I could feel their cocks grinding together against the thin flesh that separated them. Their movements caused small uncontrollable tremors as my muscles quivered. The tension in my core was unbearable, my muscles clenching, squeezing, as if my entire being was drawn toward that edge once again. I could feel them inside me, filling me, and with every thrust, I felt my body unravel a little more.

I wanted it. I needed it. I had been starved for so long, and now—now, in this moment, I was consumed by the sensations, the overwhelming need to be taken, to be completely owned.

Sam’s fist gripped my hair, and he moved my lips around his cock faster and faster, the suction of my lips breaking making a slurping sound while ropes of spit fell from my lips. My hands wrapped around his length, feeling the pulse of his arousal in my hand, as I moved back and forth against him faster and faster, his body responding to mine.

With every thrust from Rob and Mike, my body rocked back into them, sending jolts of pleasure straight to the core of me. My breath caught in my throat, my back arching, my hips held in place by their desperate thrusts. My pulse was erratic, my senses overloaded. I was so close, closer than I had ever been, and I could feel it building, tightening deep inside me, like a pressure that was about to burst.

Sam’s moans were a low growl above me, his hands on my body, guiding me along. His grip was tight, his own need pulsing in the way he responded to my touch. It felt so good, too good to stop.

“That right baby, keep going, just like…ah yes!” Sam moaned as he released. His shaft pulsated as heat flooded my mouth in waves, the salty taste sliding down my throat as I sucked, wanting all of him,

My body was on the brink — pleasure threatening to break me completely. I can feel my pulse pounding in my ears, the need for another release building in every part of me.

I released Sam’s flesh from my mouth, as I screamed, “Keep going, oh god, I'm there, I'm right there!”.

I gasped, my back arching violently, my body seizing as my orgasm ripped through my already sensitive body. My breath stuttered, a loud cry escaping my lips as my body shook violently. It was an explosion, a tidal wave of sensation that left me gasping for air, my muscles tensing, then releasing in waves that seemed to go on forever.

I felt my body convulsing around them, the sensation so intense that I couldn’t tell where I ended and they began. My arms wrapped around Sam, desperate, as my body continued to writhe, my hips bucking against Rob and Mike in an uncontrollable frenzy. The pleasure surged through me, so powerful and overwhelming that I could hardly process it, my mind blanking as every inch of me pulsed with the force of it.

I was shaking—shaking with need, with desire, with the shock of what I had allowed myself to feel. It was too much, and yet, I wanted more.

I can feel Rob’s body tense beneath me, his muscles flexing with raw, desperate energy. His every movement is purposeful, deliberate — a controlled release of his pent-up desire. The power in his thrusts intensifies, his body moving with urgency, the strength in his hips pushing upward, his desperate need palpable in the way he grips me, pulling me closer.

I could feel it, feel the shift in the air around us — the way his breath caught, how his hands tightened against me. His movements became more erratic, more desperate, and I knew, without a doubt, that he was about to claim me. My body responded instinctively, wanting him just as much as he wanted me. The heat between us was undeniable, the connection intense, and all I could think about was how much I craved this, how much I wanted him to take what he desired.

I wanted him to claim me, to push me to the edge of everything, to make me his

.

“I’m going to cum deep inside of you Ms Haye!” Rob groans.

“Please, make me yours Rob,” I beg as I look down at him.

With his teeth gritted, his fingers holding me onto him I feel his release.

“Yes, yes, I feel you cumming!” I scream

The heat of his release fills me, surging through my body with a fiery intensity. I can feel it deep inside, his release reaching the very core of me, a wave of warmth that spreads through every inch, igniting a fierce, burning pleasure that consumes me. It’s as if the fire in him is transferred to me, each pulse of his body inside me making my breath catch, making me tremble with the force of it.

“Don’t forget about me Ms. Hayes,” Mike says as his thrusts punch into me faster and faster.

Mike’s body also becomes taut behind me, the muscles in his chest and abdomen tightening with every movement. His arms wrap around me, pulling me closer as he holds me tightly, anchoring me to him. The strength of his grip is gentle, yet firm, as though he wants to keep me there, as if he’s afraid I might slip away. I can feel the heat of him radiating against my back, his breath warm on my neck.

He presses his lips to the sensitive skin of my neck, his kiss soft at first, but then deepening, his mouth trailing slowly, reverently along the curve of my skin. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs in a low, husky voice, the words vibrating against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. His words, his tenderness, make my body respond with a mix of longing and surrender.

Then, as if his restraint has finally reached its limit, he lets go. The moment shifts, and I feel the change in his body, the release of tension as he steps back, his hands lingering just for a moment before he releases me entirely.

I gasp, feeling the depths of him, every inch of his energy pushing me further, making my body quiver and my mind race. His release comes in powerful waves, filling me completely, and I feel it in the very center of my being, the pleasure so intense that it leaves me breathless, panting, almost overwhelmed by the overwhelming rush.

As they both pull out, I feel the immediate emptiness, a sudden void where they had been, leaving me gaping, spent. My body, once filled with the heat of them, now feels vacant, as if every part of me has been drained, my muscles weak and trembling from the intensity. I felt their cum spilling from me, mingling between my thighs, as my body slowly tightened, my breath no longer gasping like I had run a mile.

“Ms. Hayes, that was amazing,” Rob said.

“You took all three of us so well, baby,” said Mike, kissing my neck and shoulders.

Sam collapsed next to us, his eyes staring at me in amazement, “Fuck Ms. Hayes, I can’t wait to do that again next week after Christian leaves for school.”

“A…again…?” I said. “But…”

Rob reached for his phone and stopped the recording, “It's all on this video, Ms. Hayes! You begging to be fucked by all of your son’s friends at the same time. Don’t deny you didn’t love it.”

“I…I loved it,” I admitted. I was theirs completely.

“Good girl, Ms. Hayes, you are the team slut from now on! You have needs. We have needs. And I intend to fill them…fill you…again and again.” He said with a grin.

I was mortified, with that video they could completely ruin me. I really would be their slut as long as they held that video over me. “Please… this has to stay between just us.”

“We own you, slut. If you play nice, we will keep this wonderful thing between us three only, okay.” He said.

“Okay,” I said, I realized I had no choice. I had to trust them. I was forever going to be their gangbang slut and somewhere, deep down in the dark recesses of my sick and twisted mind, I was happy about it. Happy to submit to them. Happy to be wanted. Happy to know that I might never be lonely again.

They dressed, leaving me lying on my bed, naked. I watched the three men, who owned my body in so many ways, shuffled out of my room. The very last one was Mike, who locked the door behind him, winking at me with a smile.

My eyes shut, I was exhausted. The air felt colder without them, the heat of their presence gone, and I shuddered at the sudden silence that filled the space around us.

I couldn’t help but feel the weight of their absence, my body still quivering with aftershocks, aching from the loss of their touch. The emptiness was profound, a hollow feeling deep inside, as though something within me was missing, and yet there was an overwhelming sense of satisfaction, a strange contentment in the aftermath.

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