Pregnant Rose lets 3 college guys use her mouth, cunt & ass on Zoom for her husband. Note: Story idea was based on amazing feedback from B.R.I.T.N.E.Y. Enjoy!
Rose sat in the arrivals coffee shop, one hand resting under the heavy curve of her eight-month belly. The chair was hard and unforgiving. Every small shift made the marks on her ass flare with a dull, hot ache. The two strangers from the few nights before had left their handprints and the sting of their spanks deep in her skin, and being this far along only made the pressure worse. Sitting felt awkward. Standing felt worse. She shifted again and winced.
The terminal was crowded. Screens above the gates flashed delayed and cancelled. A security incident at another airport had snarled flights across the region. Something about locked-down terminals and grounded planes. People milled around with luggage and frustrated faces.
Her phone buzzed. David’s flight was delayed by at least an hour.
Rose ordered another lime and soda and waited. Three college-aged guys sat at a table nearby. Middle-class looking, clean-cut, backpacks under their chairs. They kept glancing over. Their eyes tracked the swell of her belly, the way her dress stretched across her heavy tits, the thickness of her thighs. She noticed. She also decided they were just bored kids and ignored them.
A moment later her phone rang. David.
“Hey, baby,” he said. His voice was tight with disappointment. “It’s not good. They’re not flying us out tonight. I’m stuck here until morning at the earliest.”
Rose closed her eyes. “Fuck.”
“Yeah. I was really looking forward to getting home and burying myself in that fine sweet pregnant pussy of yours. And hearing every filthy detail about those two random guys. Maybe even doing some of the same things they did to you.” He paused. “You went quiet. You’re thinking about them right now, aren’t you, sweetie?”
Rose’s cheeks heated. Wetness gathered between her legs at the memory of the bottle, the milk, the way they had bound her wrists and used her. “Yes,” she admitted.
David’s voice dropped. “Is the airport busy?”
“Yeah. Packed.”
“Seen anything you like?”
She glanced at the three college guys. They were still watching her. “Just three college boys at the next table. They’ve been checking me out.”
“Do they look like they’re with anyone?”
“I don’t think so.”
David was quiet for a few seconds. Then he spoke, calm and clear. “Okay, my amazing pregnant slut. I want you to get up, walk over to those three guys, and tell them your husband is on the phone and he would like to talk to them. Hand the phone over and go straight back to your seat. Don’t stay and listen.”
Rose hesitated only a second. “Okay.”
She stood carefully, one hand under her belly, and walked the short distance to their table. The three young men looked up, suddenly nervous, like they expected to be told off for staring.
“My husband is on the phone,” Rose said. “He’d like to talk to you.”
She held the phone out. The one closest took it, still looking uncertain. Rose turned and walked back to her own table without waiting.
From her seat she could see them clustered around the phone. The guy holding it listened, then spoke in a low voice. The other two leaned in. Their expressions shifted from confusion to something sharper. One of them glanced over at her, then quickly away. After a minute the first guy nodded. Another said something. The third stood up fast, grabbed his bag, and jogged off toward the hotel signs near the exit.
The remaining guy walked over. He handed Rose her phone without meeting her eyes for long.
David was already speaking when she put it to her ear. “I’ve arranged a little treat for you, baby. In a few minutes one of them is going to bring you a key card and a room number. When you get it, go straight to that hotel room and wait. Call me on Zoom the second you’re inside. Understood?”
“Yes,” Rose said. Her voice came out a little breathless. The ache between her legs had sharpened into something wet and insistent.
“Per your husband’s instructions,” he said.
Rose took them. The paper had a hotel name and a room number written in hurried handwriting. She looked up. The three of them were watching her now with open hunger.
She stood, gathered her bag, and headed for the exit toward the airport hotel, every step reminding her how sore and used her body still was, and how much wetter she was getting at the thought of what was about to happen.
Rose pushed the hotel room door open and paused on the threshold. Part of her expected one of the college kids to already be inside waiting. The room was empty. Plain airport hotel: queen bed, low desk, two chairs, heavy curtains half-drawn against the afternoon light. She stepped in, let the door click shut behind her, and set her bag down.
She sat carefully on the edge of the bed. The marks on her ass flared when her weight settled. She propped her phone against the lamp on the nightstand so the camera faced the bed, then opened Zoom and called David.
He answered on the first ring. His face filled the screen.
“I’m in the room,” Rose said. “Now what? I thought you said I was getting a treat.”
David’s mouth curved. “Oh Rose, you sure are. And it will be a treat for me as well.”
He explained the setup. Each of the three college boys would come to the room one at a time. She would pick a number when David gave her the options. Whatever number she chose would decide exactly what that guy was allowed to do to her. The Zoom call would stay live the whole time so David could watch and give instructions.
“The first one should be there in about five minutes,” he said.
David’s voice came clearly through the speaker. “Now Rose. Pick a number. One, two or three?”
Rose’s mind jumped straight to the obvious. She grinned. “Three.”
David laughed once. “I knew you’d pick that. Number three means the guy in your room is going to fuck your face as much as he can in the next thirty minutes. Nothing else. Time starts now.”
The kid looked at Rose, then at the phone. “You… you want to do this?”
“Fuck yeah,” Rose said. She swung her legs around, lay back, and let her head hang over the edge of the mattress so her throat lined up straight. The position pushed her belly high and made her tits shift under the dress. “Hurry up. Only twenty-nine minutes left.”
He muttered something that sounded like “Jesus” and stripped fast. Shirt first, then jeans and underwear. His cock sprang free already hard, flushed darker at the head. Rose opened her mouth wide.
“Come on. My mouth isn’t going to fuck itself.”
He stepped up, gripped the base of his cock, and pushed straight into her open mouth. Rose groaned around the sudden stretch and reached down between her legs, rubbing her pussy lips through the thin fabric of her panties. The kid started thrusting, short and tentative at first, then harder when she didn’t pull away.
David’s voice filled the room. “That’s it. Look at her taking it. Fuck, I wish I was there. Push deeper, son. She can take more than that.”
The college kid obeyed. He planted his hands on either side of her head and started using her mouth properly, hips snapping forward so the head of his cock kissed the back of her throat on every stroke. Rose’s eyes watered. Spit ran from the corners of her mouth and down her cheeks. She kept rubbing herself through her panties, hips rolling against her own hand while her head stayed locked in place over the edge of the bed.
He got bolder. His free hand drifted down and started to palm one of her heavy tits through the dress.
“No,” David snapped through the phone. “Face only. Nothing else. Keep your hands off her body.”
The kid jerked his hand back like he’d been burned and went back to fucking her throat. Rose moaned louder, encouraging him with the wet sounds she made every time he bottomed out. She pushed up with her neck, trying to take him deeper, letting him use her mouth like a hole.
Twenty minutes passed in a blur of spit, throat-fucking, and David’s running commentary. The kid’s breathing turned ragged. His thighs started to shake. He pulled out suddenly, stroked himself twice, and came hard across her face and the front of her dress in thick streams. Cum landed on her cheek, her lips, the swell of one breast where the dress had shifted.
Rose made a disappointed sound. David spoke at the same time.
“She didn’t get to swallow that. Get back in her mouth and finish properly.”
The kid hesitated only a second, then pushed his still-hard cock back between her cum-smeared lips. Rose sealed her mouth around him and sucked hard, tongue working the underside. He lasted less than a minute. His hips jerked and he came again, this time deep in her throat. Rose swallowed greedily around him, throat working, until he was spent.
David’s voice was calm and final. “That’s enough. Pull out, get dressed, and leave. Call the next one in on your way out.”
The college kid stepped back, still breathing hard. He pulled his clothes on without looking at Rose, gave one quick glance at the phone, and left the room. The door clicked shut behind him.
Rose stayed where she was for a moment, head still hanging over the edge of the bed, cum cooling on her face and the front of her dress. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, sat up carefully, and looked at the phone.
David was still watching, eyes dark.
“Next one should be right behind him,” he said. “You ready?”
David’s voice cut through the speaker the second the kid’s cock came into view.
“Hang on, cowboy. Not quite yet. Rose has to pick a number.”
The kid froze, hand still on his open zipper.
David’s tone softened only when he spoke to her. “Rose, my cumslut whore. Do you want one or two?”
Rose was still on her back, head near the edge of the bed, face sticky. She thought for a second, then said, “One.”
“Okay,” David said. “Number one means he gets to fuck your pussy as much as he wants, in any position he wants.”
The college kid looked from the cum-covered pregnant woman on the bed to the phone. “And… are you sure?”
“Yes,” David and Rose said at the exact same time.
The kid’s mouth twitched into a grin. “Okay. Strip off and get into doggy. I want to fuck that pussy and watch my cock slide in.”
Rose sat up carefully, peeled the dress over her head, and pushed her panties down her thighs. The dark linea nigra stood out bold and brown against the pale stretch of her belly, running straight from her navel down into the short hair above her cunt. She turned onto her hands and knees. The position made her heavy belly hang and forced her sore ass higher. The kid shoved his jeans and underwear the rest of the way off, kicked them aside, and moved in behind her.
He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her dripping slit once, then pushed in. Rose groaned as his cock stretched her open. He was thicker than the first one and already rock-hard from waiting in the hallway. He started thrusting immediately, long deep strokes that made her tits swing under her.
David’s voice filled the room. “Good. Nice and deep. Look at the way her cunt grips you on the way out. Keep that pace. Don’t rush it.”
The kid fucked her like that for several minutes, hands locked on her hips, watching his cock disappear into her. Then he pulled out and tried to pull her into cowgirl postion. Rose let him guide her up so she was straddling him, her heavy belly resting against his stomach. He reached up to grab her tits. She slapped his hands away hard.
“No,” she said. Then she cupped her own swollen breasts, lifting and squeezing them so both the kid under her and David on the screen could see. Milk beaded at the dark nipples from the pressure. She started riding him, rolling her hips, letting him watch the way her cunt swallowed his cock while she played with her own tits.
David kept talking. “That’s it, baby. Show him. Look at that dark line running down your belly straight to where his cock is buried. Fuck, you’re dripping all over him.”
After a while the kid sat up, wrapped an arm around her back, and rolled them so Rose was on her back. He pushed her thighs wider around the curve of her belly and sank back into her in missionary. The angle let him go deeper. Every thrust made her belly shift and the dark linea nigra flex. He fucked her hard and steady, sweat dripping from his forehead onto her skin.
Rose kept one hand between them, rubbing her clit while he pounded her. The wet sound of his cock driving into her filled the room along with David’s low commentary on every detail.
David’s voice cracked like a whip.
“Get the fuck out. That wasn’t the deal. You got to fuck her pussy. We’re done. Leave. Send the last one in.”
The college kid pulled out, breathing hard. Cum poured from Rose’s open cunt in a thick stream. He grabbed his clothes, didn’t bother putting them on fully, and left the room without another word.
Rose lay there with her legs still spread, one hand lazily stroking the mess between her thighs, watching the phone.
David was still staring at her, eyes dark and hungry.
“One more,” he said. “You ready for the last number?”
David’s voice cracked through the speaker.
“Stop.”
The kid froze mid-step, hand still on his open zipper.
“Rose only has one number left,” David said. “Are you ready for number two?”
Rose smiled, face still sticky with the first guy’s cum and spit, her cunt dripping the second guy’s massive load. “I think I know already.”
David grinned on the screen. “Yes, my amazing fuckdoll. I think you do. Number two is anal. But this time you get to direct how it happens, because this one tried to rush in and fuck you without permission.”
Rose looked around the plain hotel room, then pointed at the chair by the desk. “Sit.”
The kid looked confused but walked over and started to sit down.
Rose laughed, the sound low and filthy. “You might want to get naked first.”
David laughed out loud through the phone.
The college kid stripped fast. Shirt, jeans, underwear. His cock sprang free, thicker than the other two, already rock-hard and leaking a clear bead of precum. While he stripped, Rose scooped a heavy strand of the previous guy’s cum from between her thighs onto her fingers. She turned toward the camera, held her fingers up so David could see the thick white mess, then pushed them into her mouth, sucked them clean, and swallowed with an exaggerated moan. She gathered more of the cum and her own juices, smeared the slick mixture across her heavy, milk-damp tits, down the dark linea nigra that ran bold and brown from her navel straight to her cunt, and finally rubbed it around and into her still-sore asshole. She pushed two cum-slick fingers inside herself, stretching the tight ring, working the mess deeper while the kid and David both watched in complete silence.
David spoke just as his cock disappeared inside her.
“Rose dearest, I can’t see with your back to the phone. Can you turn around so I can see the kid’s dick fuck that amazing asshole of yours?”
Rose laughed, stood up so his cock slid free with a wet sound, turned so she faced the camera, and lowered herself again. This time David had a clear, perfect view as the thick cock slowly stretched her open. The head forced her rim wide, the shaft sinking deeper, until her ass was flush against his hips and every inch was buried inside her.
She started to ride him, controlling the pace completely. Slow at first, lifting until only the head remained inside, then dropping back down hard enough that her heavy tits bounced and milk beaded at the nipples. The kid didn’t say a word and didn’t try to touch her. His hands stayed locked on the arms of the chair, knuckles white. Rose grinned at the camera and reached down with both hands, spreading her own ass cheeks so David could see the way the thick cock stretched her hole, then rubbed her swollen clit and the stretched, shiny rim around the shaft.
David’s voice stayed low and filthy. “Deeper. Hold there. Let him feel how tight that pregnant asshole is. Look at the way it grips him when you lift up. Fuck, you’re dripping all over his balls.”
Rose obeyed when she felt like it, rolling her hips in tight circles, lifting almost all the way off so the head of his cock stretched her rim wide, then dropping back down hard enough that the wet slap of skin filled the room. Her belly shifted with every movement. The dark linea nigra flexed and shone with sweat and smeared cum. She kept one hand on her clit, rubbing hard circles while her asshole worked the thick cock.
After a while the kid’s breathing turned ragged. His thighs started to shake under her. He started to groan, then almost yell.
“I’m gonna cum—fuck, I’m—”
Before he could finish, and before David could say anything, Rose jumped off his lap. His cock pulled free of her stretched asshole with a wet pop. She grabbed the phone, shoved it under her soaked pussy and between her thighs, and aimed the camera straight at her open, gaping, shiny asshole just as the kid came. Thick cum sprayed across her gaping hole, her dripping cunt, and directly onto the phone’s screen in messy streaks.
David’s voice came through the speaker, slightly muffled as the phone was still jammed under Rose’s cunt and covered on both of their juices.
“Wow.”
Rose held the phone there a second longer, letting the last pulses land on the screen and drip down the glass, then turned it back toward her face. Cum dripped from the phone onto her fingers.
David was still staring, eyes dark. “That was naughty, Rose. I wanted him to cum deep in your ass. But watching it spray all over the lens made it worth it.”
He looked past her at the college kid, who was still sitting in the chair with his cock twitching and spent.
“Get dressed and leave. We’re done. Leave us alone.”
The kid stood, pulled his clothes on without a word, and walked out. The door clicked shut behind him.
Rose sat back on the edge of the bed, phone in her hand, the screen smeared with the third kid’s cum and juices form her own pussy. She looked at David on the screen, shifted her weight, and slid her free hand between her legs. Two fingers pushed into the wet, open mess of her cunt, scooping through the load the second guy had left inside her. She started to rub slow circles over her clit, eyes locked on the camera.
“No,” David said, firm and immediate. “Take your hand away.”
Rose froze, then slowly pulled her fingers free. They glistened with mixed cum and her own juices. She held them up for a second, then let her hand fall to the mattress.
“Tell me how you feel,” David said. His voice was low, hungry. “Every detail. Don’t leave anything out.”
Rose exhaled. “My asshole is still open. It burns. That last kid was thicker than the other two and I took him all the way down. It feels stretched and sore and like it’s still trying to close. Every time I shift on the bed I can feel the air on it.”
David’s eyes stayed fixed on her. “Scoop some of it up. Taste it for me.”
Rose reached between her thighs again, gathered a thick mix of the second guy’s cum and her own cream on two fingers, and brought it to her mouth. She held the fingers up to the camera first so he could see the mess, then pushed them past her lips and sucked them clean, slow and deliberate. She swallowed and opened her mouth to show him it was gone.
“Which of the three did you like best?” David asked.
Rose thought for a moment, still tasting the salt on her tongue. “The second one. The one who fucked my pussy. He was deep and he came so much I could feel it flooding me. The first one was fun for the throat-fucking, and the last one stretched my ass in a way that still hurts, but the second one filled me the way I needed.”
“And how does any of it compare to the two strangers from the bar?”
Rose’s cheeks flushed hotter. “Those two were filthier. The bottle, the way they tied me, the milk, the way they didn’t stop. These three were younger and easier to control. Hot, but not the same level of being used. The bar guys made me feel like a complete whore. These three made me feel like a pregnant slut who got to choose the numbers.”
He pointed at the phone in her hand. “And do not clean the cum off the phone. Leave every streak and drop exactly where it is. When I get home I want to watch you lick the dried cum off that screen. Every bit of it.”
Rose glanced down at the smeared lens and nodded. She stood, found her dress and panties on the floor, and pulled them back on carefully. The fabric clung to the wet mess between her legs.
“Then go home. Stay on video with me as long as the connection holds. When you get to the house, get into bed and wait for me. Keep the camera on. I want to see you while I’m stuck in this fucking airport.”
“Yes,” Rose said. Her voice was quiet but steady. She was already wetter just from the promise.
David’s expression softened only a fraction. “Good girl. Now go. I’ll be watching.”
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