Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Biology Lessons: 7

"This sure is kinky," the stranger said, pulling down his underwear to reveal his hard five and a half inch cock

raring to go. "You don't usually find women this pretty into playing games like this." "What can | say," Amber

asked rhetorically as he climbed on top of her, and slid his cock inside of her hole, gasping as he penetrated her.

"She's a fucked up cunt that's into breeding. You must be too, if you take the risk that she could end up raising

your child."

"Mmmm, yeah. This bitch is tight," is all he could manage before he started to pump his hips and fuck Hannah's

defenseless pussy. He groped her tits a little, but even in Amber's limited experience, she could tell he was a

lackluster lover. After almost exactly a minute of huffing and puffing, he groaned, "Take it bitch," before

bottoming out inside his helpless fucktoy and filling her up with his seed. Once he was done as he smiled

nervously and got dressed as quickly as he could, but before he could leave, Amber presented him with a

sharpie.

"Go on," she encouraged him. "Sign your name, or leave her a message. She just loves to see much strangers

ruin her." He took it, and after only a moment's hesitation he wrote 'tight pussy, for now' on her left thigh.

Amber smiled and got up, putting a couple pillows under Hannah's hips while she tried to resist. "There, there,"

Amber soothed, taking a wet wipe and cleaning up her creamy pussy before grabbing a little astroglide to make

sure that the only pain she felt was emotional. "Don't worry, | know he wasn't as good a lover as Brian is, but

surely we can find one or two in the bunch that can make you cum. Just another dozen guys filling your

unprotected pussy with their cum and then this will all be over, and we can put all this behind us." Hannah raged

behind her ball gag, but it did no good.

Amber opened the bedroom door and walked to the entryway, changing places with Isabelle who escorted

Hannah's next suitor back to the bedroom, a young guy not much older than them with a sleeve and neck tats.

And that's just how the next couple hours went. After Mr tattoos there was an old guy that had lasted a lot longer

than Amber would have thought possible. Then cthe latino mechanic, the chinese guy with the four inch

prick, and the nerdy guy that con his third thrust. Every ten minutes there would be a knock, and every

other knock Amber would watch a stranger fuck the bound woman. Then hed be gone, leaving only a few terrible

words on her skin, and another load into her unprotected pussy. Because of the angle she was at, very little was

escaping from her sex, which meant that by the fifth or sixth guy her womb was practically overflowing. More

interesting was Hannah's reaction though. For the first few guys she'd just raged, for the next few she'd cried,

but now each tshe was fucked, she moaned helplessly as she was used like a fucktoy. Amber suspected that

something inside her had broken, and that when they finally removed that bag and gag they might find a very

different Hannah Philips underneath there.

It was after the first hour, when Amber was waiting for the next guy to arrive, she hit on an idea, wanting to test

to see just how broken her former tormentor was. "You know," she whispered huskily as she teased her fingertips

across the girl's ribcage and the sensitive undersides of her breasts, "They say that if you cum, you're more

likely to conceive, and | haven't heard you orgasm even once so far." Hannah was quiet, obviously trying to hold

back on any reaction that Amber might be inspiring, but she couldn't hide the way that her body reacted, or the

goosebumps that blossomed in her fingertips’ wake. Slowly but surely, Amber made her way down until she was

at Hannah's overheated pussy. "Awww, you look sore. Do you wantto kiss it better?"

Hannah tried to bucked and gurgled, expressing her displeasure, but she couldn't stop Amber from dragging her

nails down the inside of the bound girl's thighs, or from gently and slowly kissing her clit in a slow open mouthed

kiss with plenty of tongue. This settled Hannah down almost immediately, and she started to moan as her poor

abused body was finally subjected to real pleasure again. Amber could taste the strange flavors of what must be

cum, and even imagined that she could taste several slightly different flavors, but she didn't let that stop her

from tormenting Hannah. Second by second, her muscles tightened and her moans becmore audible.

Amber had made Hannah cum enough times to know that she was getting close, and Amber held her at that

edge, enjoying the power she had over the woman that had done so much damage to her when suddenly there

was a knock at the door.

Amber pulled away, to the sound of frustrated mumbling, and said, "There, there slut. Maybe your next lover's

dick will be the one to push you over the edge."

After the next guy, A business man wearing a wedding ring, fucked her and left, even Isabella noticed a

difference, "That slut is really starting to get into it," she commented as she closed the door. Amber confessed at

the new torment she'd started to inflict on the helpless woman, and Isabella smiled at the idea. "Maybe I'll have

to try that out for myself. The only thing that might break this bitch more than what we're already doing, is

forcing her to like it."

"Oh, | think that the grand finale will handle that just fine." Amber hinted, smiling as she refused to give any

more information on her scheme.

The last few anonymous lover's didn't have many surprises, unless you counted Hannah's orgasms of course.

The delivery driver taking a quick break from his route was nothing special. He was six inches and had decent

staying power, and after Isabelle and Amber kept Hannah on edge for three guys in a row, she was almost forced

to cum on his dick. That had been expected. What hadn't been expected is that every guy after that also made

the slut orgasm. The last three guys: the delivery driver, an eighteen year old with terrible acne that had let her

know he was a virgin, and a trucker that really enjoyed telling Hannah what a worthless whore she was as he

cinside her, all made her cum like a bitch in heat. As much fun as it had been to watch her suffer under the

first ten guys, it was even more fun to watch her enjoy the last few despite herself. Amber was certain she'd

never try to do to another girl what she had done to her and her newfound friends.

That was when Brian arrived. Isabelle had been expecting one more knock on the door, but she hadn't been

expecting it to be anyone she knew. She kept her face neutral, and a look of recognition briefly crossed his face,

but he didn't say anything to her. That was probably because he couldn't remember Isabelle's name, Amber

thought. Afterall, when you have a steady stream of ransom pussy being delivered, you probably forget who's

who after a while. Amber walked up smiling, and after checking his paperwork out, they both took him back to

his waiting lover. Amber was at least 90% sure that he wouldn't recognize Hannah in the state she was in, but

from the way Isabelle was looking at her, she didn't share that confidence. Sure, he knew what his girlfriend

looked and felt like, but he also knew that she would never do something like this. She wouldn't even let the man

she loved breed her, so why would she let a line of strangers do it to her instead?

When they entered the bedroom, Brain gave no sign of recognition. Instead he just smiled and said, "So this is

your cousin Amber? Man she is one fucked up slut."

"What can I say," Amber smiled, "When she said she was arranging this, I just knew that a pervy breeder like you

would want to try your luck. | mean, it's not my thing, but I think she'd be lucky to have a child with your genes."

Amber still hated Brian, but she could think of nothing that would hurt Hannah more than to find out that Brian

was perfectly willing to cheat on her... with her.

"Happy to help," he said, obviously focused on reading the defaced, well used slut in front of him. He traced a

couple of the more vile phrases with his fingers before he started to undo his pants, Amber could tell that he

wasn't really listening to her. "If she wantsto force my baby inside her, who am | to say no."