Another Fantasy Granted

The Motel Room: Forbidden Desires Fulfilled

The neon sign outside the seedy motel flickered and hummed, casting an eerie glow over the parking lot. Inside, a quiet tension filled the room, broken only by the occasional pop of the popping champagne bottle. She eyed the three strangers who had been waiting for her, their eyes devouring every inch of her body as she made her way to the center of the room.

Her name was Carla. She was 42, a middle-aged woman with a sexuality she had only begun to tap into. Her husband, Matt, had always been content with a simple life, one filled with modest pleasures and comforts, but none of the erotic excitement she craved. So, one day, she had turned to the internet and found a website called “Fantasy Granted”. She had filled out the forms, hoping what seemed like a guilty daydream would never come to pass.

“Come to us, my dear.”

The man spoke, his voice deep and resonant. His name was Marcus, and he was the unofficial leader of the small group he had assembled. Next to him stood Tom, the youngest of the bunch, with a mischievous glint in his eyes and an eager bulge beneath his jeans. Completing the group was Paul, who, though married, seemed to be driven by a primal lust for the taboo.

“Remove your clothing, slowly,” Marcus commanded, his eyes darkening with desire.

With shaking hands, Carla began to undress. She started with her top, revealing her ample breasts, still firm despite her age. As she slid her skirt down her legs, exposing her bare pussy, Paul groaned in anticipation.

“Such a beautiful slut,” he grunted, moving closer to her.

The men formed a circle around Carla, each one captivated by the sight before them. Tom, impatient, began to rub his cock through his pants, his breathing growing heavier.

“Suck my dick, whore,” Paul demanded, opening his fly.

Carla lowered herself to her knees, eager to please. She took Paul’s thick, pulsing shaft into her mouth, feeling it grow harder as she worked him with her tongue. The salty, musky taste of his precum filled her mouth, and she became lost in a haze of lust.

Meanwhile, Marcus and Tom disrobed, their massive cocks springing free. They too approached Carla, eager to fill her holes.

“Bend over for us,” Marcus said, his voice husky with need.

Carla complied, presenting her ass to the men. Paul, still enthralled by her mouth, grabbed her head and fucked her face with abandon. Tom, dropping to his knees, began to lap at her dripping pussy, his fingers probing her tight cunt.

Marcus aligned his enormous cock with Carla’s asshole and pushed forward, stretching her and filling her with his thick meat. Carla cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, the sensation of being so completely filled overwhelming her senses.

The men began to move in tandem, fucking her relentlessly. Paul’s hips snapped forward, forcing his cock deeper down her throat. Tom’s fingers pumped in and out of her pussy, the wet sounds of her arousal filling the room. Marcus grunted, his balls slapping against her ass as he fucked her hard and deep.

Suddenly, Marcus pulled out, leaving Carla bereft. He ordered her onto her back, and as she complied, he mounted her, his cock sliding deep into her soaking wet pussy. Tom took his place, his shaft finding her tight asshole and pushing inside. Paul hovered over her face, droplets of precum splattering onto her tongue.

“Cum for us, slut,” Marcus demanded, his hips moving at a frenzied pace.

Lost in the throes of passion, Carla let out a wail, her body convulsing in ecstasy. Behind her, Tom groaned, his hot seed erupting deep within her ass. Moments later, Paul cried out, his cock pulsing as he shot thick ropes of cum down her throat.

Marcus, the last to find his release, slammed his cock into her one last time before withdrawing. Asking her to open her mouth wide, he stroked his shaft, until finally, he too erupted, painting her face and tits with his warm, sticky load.

Exhausted and dripping with the cum of three men, Carla lay back on the bed, her body covered in cream. The men, each spent, collapsed around her, their chests heaving.

As the night wore on and they drifted into a deep slumber, Carla couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. She had satisfied her deepest fantasies, had been the sexy, insatiable woman she had always longed to be. With a contented sigh, she drifted off to sleep, their scent surrounding her, a reminder of the forbidden pleasures she had experienced.

In the morning, as the light filtered through the curtains, she would return to her normal life. Matt would kiss her good morning, oblivious to her exploits. She would fold his laundry, pack his lunch and kiss him goodbye. But she would know, always, that there was more to her than met the eye. That she was, and would always be, a slut at heart.