Gambled & Claimed: Eight Days as Their Willing Whore

I admit that I got home a little late. But even so, I could tell that something was wrong when I walked through the door. VERY wrong, in fact. The look on my husband’s face was sheepish, ashamed, and scared. The four of them were standing around, no longer playing cards. They were all looking at me intently when I walked into the den. Usually they were still playing cards, swearing, throwing cards on the table, laughing at their insipid dirty jokes.

 

Not tonight. 

Tonight was different.

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The three of them turned to look at my husband. “Well? You goan tell her or are we?” My husband blushed bright red. “Uhhhh.” He lost his courage; his head dropped so that he was looking at the floor.

 

One of the guys smacked the back of my husband’s head. “Tell er, damn it!” I could see the tears in my husband’s eyes. “Um hon, um, well, like I sort of lost you in the game, but just for eight days, not forever. You’re theirs for eight days.” I stared at my husband. “What do you MEAN I’m theirs for eight days? What do you MEAN you lost me in the game?”

 

My husband just stared at the floor.

 

The guy that had smacked my husband on the back of his head said, “Cummon guys, let’s leave them alone to talk it out.” He looked at me. “We’ll be back in a half hour to pick you up. Don’t bother to pack nuthin besides your make-up shit; you won’t need no clothes where we’re taking ya.” They left without looking at either of us.

 

I turned toward my husband. He looked like he was scared out of his mind. I slapped him as hard as I could and then stomped off to my bathroom.

I was ready to go well within the half hour allotted. I walked out of my bathroom naked, carrying only my overnight case. My husband started blubbering. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, baby! I’m sorry!” He fell to his knees, wailing.

 

I walked to the front door and opened it, standing in the coolness of the evening, naked, waiting for the men to come back. My husband’s wails pissed me off. I turned, walked back to him, and kicked as hard as I could in the nuts. That shut him up while he rolled around on the floor holding his crotch.

 

When I got back to the front door, the men were just walking back up the front steps. “Ready babe?” the tall Black man asked.

 

I nodded. He gathered me into his arms and kissed me deeply. I didn’t respond, per se, but then I didn’t hold back either.

He chuckled. “We all goan have fun; don’t chu worry none bout that!” I wondered how my husband would react to discovering my birth control pills lying on the top of the bathroom counter.

 

Part 2

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Without anyone saying a word, the car pulled over in front of an urgent care center. I was puzzled until I noticed the sign advertising “Instant SDT Tests.” The tension I was feeling deep in my gut eased.

 

Clutching my purse, naked as a jaybird, I screwed up my courage and strolled into the clinic, shyly beckoned to the only male nurse I saw, and sat demurely on a medical exam chair. I looked at him shyly, then slowly spread my legs to expose the part of my nakedness that I assumed he needed to access. “Test me, honey,” I murmured as I blushed bright red. I knew in my own mind that there was no way that I had an STD. I had not strayed from my marital bed even one time in the ten years I had been married. Furthermore, an STD test had been required before my husband and I had gotten married. ‘Unless my husband screwed around on me,’ I realized. But then I thought about how little interest my husband showed for sex since the first night of our marriage. But then, stranger things had happened, I suppose.

 

“Actually, ma’am, this is a blood test. Are you sure you want me to draw your blood from . . . down there?”

 

I visualized this stranger, however cute, touching me in my private parts and felt a stirring of excitement. ‘What the hey, my husband gambled my body away tonight, why not?’

 

I stared at him. “Take the blood right out of my clittie,” I said, my words barely audible. The man looked me straight in the eye as he searched for any indication I was kidding. “As you wish, ma’am.” He reached behind a desk for a Waiver of Liability form “He handed me a pen and said, ‘Sign here . . . and here write, “Request blood be drawn from my clitoris.’”

 

I did as requested, then added another statement. ‘Request that medical personnel fondle my vaginal area as much as possible while preparing me for blood draw. Medical personnel may fuck me if he desires.’

 

Incredulous, the nurse looked at me again. “Are you serious? A gorgeous woman with a perfect body like yours?” I explained that I had been married for ten long, tedious years and had never strayed, but that tonight my husband had gambled my body away for a period of eight days, and that was the reason that I was naked tonight and in his clinic with three men, all getting STD tests, so we could do the dirty for a week and a day. “So getting to enjoy your cock will just be a bonus for me, capisce?” I placed my hand on his crotch as I looked up at him. “I understand,” he said, solemnly. His eyes flickered down my body. He licked his lips nervously.

“And I want you to cum clear up inside me, OK?”

 

He nodded, licking his lips again.

 

“And hold it inside me while all your sperm drains out of your testicles. Please?” Under my hand his member began to harden, although still covered by his clothing. I felt my vagina quiver in anticipation.

 

“Do you want your friends in the room with us?” He asked.

 

I nodded. “I want them to all cum inside me too, after you do, sort of sloppy seconds, so to speak.”

 

“Where have you been all my life, sweetheart?” He asked, wonder on his face. He smiled at me, a look of comic consternation transforming his handsome face. “I can’t believe this is really happening to me!”

 

I pulled his hands to my titties. “I love having my breasts mauled while I am being fucked.” I could feel my wetness begin to escape my nether lips. “God, I’m getting wet!” I leaned back and spread my legs wider. Using my fingers, I pulled my cuntie lips apart. “Pull my clittie hard while you stab the needle into her. Please! Treat her rough; be mean to her. Yank on her . . . pull her hard. Then fuck the shit out of me.”

 

All three of my new owners had gathered around me, watching, listening, their eyes bugged out, expressions of shock on their faces as they listened to my provocative, plaintive words. They took hold of my ankles and spread me even further open. I could see that all of them had hard-ons under their clothing.

“Get his prick out,” the tall Black man ordered me.

 

I almost broke a nail in my hurry to actually toy with the stranger’s prick. “Fondle his cock while he sticks your clit with the needle,” he commanded me. The sensation of holding the shaft of the nurse’s penis while he grasped my turgid little clittie was too much. I started cumming.

 

Part 3

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When my body stopped fibrillating and convulsing, when I could finally think again, I looked up to see all four men standing there looking down at me like proud papas of a newborn. I blushed hot as I remembered how blatant I had been only a few minutes before. I noticed that one of the poker players was drying himself off with a white towel. I looked at the face of the nurse. He grinned at me. “That was quite an impressive gusher!” he said with an awed smile. Something had happened, but I wasn’t sure just what. I remembered having to pee as I was cumming. I didn’t have to pee now, at least it didn’t seem like it. Had I peed on that poor man?

 

The nurse’s penis was still protruding lewdly from his zipper. As I stared at it, I again felt my belly begin to quiver. His member was erect. Stiffly erect, pulsating.

 

I felt several hands begin to caress me ever so gently. Another hand tugged gently at my right nipple. The sight of the nurse’s erection waggling at me each time he made any sort of movement mesmerized me. My husband would never have let me see his cocklet like that!

 

Then I remembered my instruction that the nurse stick the needle into my clitty when he drew my blood. What EVER had gotten into me?

 

The nurse stooped a bit in order to look into my eyes. “Pretty lady, we all discussed it while you were still recovering from your orgasm. We all want you to do the STD test on us, on our dicks. Now, don’t fret about it; I’ll teach you how. The blood test is very easy to perform and very straightforward and very reliable.”

 

The men started removing their trousers. As each lowered their underwear, I stared in amazement. All this for little old me? WOW! I really started getting wet as I fantasized about what each penis would feel like inside me. Was I dreaming? After ten years of a sexually frustrating marriage, could this be what was happening to me? Was I being rewarded for not cheating on my inhibited husband?

 

I decided that when they stuck that needle in my clit, I would know for sure if I was awake or dreaming.

 

Four lovely male penises were on display for my sole viewing pleasure! I was very relieved to see that none of them were particularly long. One was as thin as my husband’s, though longer by two inches, thank god. I estimated it to be about 7 inches, based on knowing my husband’s was 5 inches long (I measured him while he was asleep one night).

 

The Black man’s member was thick! That will take some patience to assimilate! The nurse sported a tapered penis, thicker in the upper half than in the lower half. There were also a lot of very pronounced squiggly veins coursing up and around and down under the skin of his shaft.

 

One of the other men had a penis that had a distinct curl upwards to it. I wondered what that would feel like as it thrust in and out of me. My bunny clenched involuntarily as I thought about what it would feel like.

 

The fourth man’s equipment seemed quite normal in every way except one: his balls hung to his knees! And oh my god, did he have large testicles! They swung erotically to and fro every time he moved. My palms itched to fondle them. They gathered around me, allowing me to view their equipment up close and personal. They all smelled so manly, so masculine, so virile! For some (odd?) reason I was licking my lips.

 

I blushed at my erotic thoughts. “Let’s get the tests over with so we can start having some real fun!” I suggested, my voice squeaking with excitement.

The men each murmured their agreement. The nurse went to the cabinet. He returned with five packets. The packets were all much shorter and thinner than I had thought they would be.

 

I reached between my thighs and separated my lips; with my middle finger, I drew Little Miss Clittie’s hood back. “Poke her right in her shaft!” I heard myself say. My fingers were trembling.

 

When I saw the test strip, I finally understood that it was not a needle that gets inserted under the skin, but just a pinprick, like people with diabetes use on their fingers. I felt both disappointment and relief.

 

All the guys leaned down to see more clearly. The nurse placed his fingers next to mine. I started cumming.

 

When I had stopped fibrillating, the nurse said, “OK, let’s try it again.” He put his fingers where mine had been and again tugged my clittie sheathe back to expose her tiny head. I watched as he suddenly struck, then absorbed the tiny droplet of blood into the test kit.

 

“That wasn’t bad at all,” I lied.

 

I turned to look at the wilting phalluses surrounding me. “Who’s first for me to stick?” I ask with a wicked undertone.

 

The nurse held his penis out to me. Then he turned his head so he wouldn’t have to watch. I giggled as I took a firm hold on his penis. I fondled his penis, then reached for his testicles. But then I started thinking. I didn’t want to take any chance of infection. That would get in the way of fornication. I cogitated for a bit on how to make sure that didn’t happen. Then it occurred to me; it would be lots of fun to stick the guys in their testicular sack! Then I could put some Newskin on the puncture site and not ever have to miss a single copulation with all these men.

 

The nurse still had his head turned away, so I twisted his sack around so I could see the backside of it. Without warning I stuck him there and placed the test kit to absorb the droplet. “Do you have any New-Skin?” I asked.

 

“What do you want New Skin for? ” he asked, looking at me out of the very corner of his eye.

 

I chuckled. “I already poked you, hon, so you can stop worrying about the pain. I want the New-Skin to make sure none of you sexy men get an infection. Me either, for that matter.”

 

“You already stuck me?” His voice was full of doubt.

 

“Yeah. Didn’t you feel it?” I giggled again

 

Looking bewildered, the nurse, his fanny wonderfully round and bare, went to a cabinet and took out a small bottle. He handed it to me. I read the label; it was indeed New-Skin. I handed him his test strip.

 

Grinning happily, I said, “I’m going to put it on my clittie first, then on your balls where I stuck you.”

 

“You stuck me on my balls?” he asked incredulously as I dabbed a drop of New-Skin on my clittie. It burned like a tiny fire. OH GOD, it burned! I tensed up, all thought focused only on my exotically tortured clittie. All the guys were staring at my bunny, their mouths wide open in shock and awe.

 

I could not stop myself; I started cumming again. The orgasm was less wrenching than the previous one, but pleasurable nonetheless.

 

When my eyes could again focus, I reached for Long Balls’s testicles. I just had to touch them. They’re so erotic. His sack was velvety. His stones caressed my fingers as I fondled him. The nurse handed me another test sticker. I had an idea. “Turn around and bend over!” I ordered. Looking reluctant, Long Balls turned around. “Bend over!” I urged. “And spread your legs. I want to enjoy the view.”

 

He did as I asked, not quickly, but with a sigh, he spread his legs and bent over. ‘OH MY GOD! What an ass he has!” I thought, becoming even more eager to feel his testicles slapping me in my own erotic places. I fondled his butt cheeks as I hefted his balls. Heavy. Heavy, velvety. I leaned forward, kissed his butt, then ran his scrotum across my cheeks and forehead. I kissed each of his stones, then opened my mouth as wide as it would go and reverently suckled one testicle. 

 

Then . . . the other. While I had the second testicle in my mouth, fondling it with my tongue, I pricked the scrotum over his other testicle. I handed the tester to the nurse and unscrewed the bottle of New Skin. I dabbed a dot on the prick point. Closing the bottle up, I reached under his testicles and found his penis. He was rock hard!

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I grinned.

 

The other two quickly assumed the prescribed position. I enjoyed each of their butts, even kissing the black taint of Mr. Thick. He jumped when I did. I giggled as I kissed his sack, then poked it, handed the tester to the nurse, and then smacked him on the buttock. He stayed bent over, so I kissed him on his cute little hole, then licked him there. He groaned as his penis bobbed up and down. I covered his pinprick with the New-Skin.

 

The last guy also got some resounding smack on his ass cheeks. His balls were darned small; even his sack seemed to be just a swelling along that curved dick of his. But god was it hard! Like a piece of steel. I popped him on his butt after I finished his test. All attention became riveted on the nurse. He was just pulling the last report out of the printer. His glasses were perched on the end of his nose. “Everyone is clean. No STDs, no problems evident.”

 

I reached for Nursy’s cock, my attention riveted on his genitals as he walked over to me. “Fuck me hard, cum in me, let your cock drain, then let someone else fuck me.” I laid back and spread my legs as widely as I could, which is damned wide. The nurse walked to stand over me. “God, what a woman!” He murmured.

 

I was so in a hurry! “Please fuck me. Hurry, fuck me and cum and soak and play with my titties and kiss me and give me hickeys and oh god JUST FUCK ME!”

The nurse pulled my hips to the edge of the exam table and rammed his fucking prick deep into me! I screamed and started cumming, my whole body participating in my mind-wrenching orgasm.

 

He did as I had asked, ramming his prick as deep as it would go, then withdrawing it until only the tip of the head was touching me, then slamming his fuck cock back into my body as hard as he could.

 

I saw the stars, the moon, the sun rising, and stars bursting, and then things faded to black.

 

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