A Naughty Night for Katie

The neon glow of the back-alley club sign flickered above the heavy steel door as Katie pushed it open with her hip, that massive pregnant belly leading the way like a obscene battering ram. Nine months deep, skin stretched tight and shiny, navel popped out like a ripe button. The pink bikini she'd worn all week was barely clinging on, straps digging into swollen flesh, the bottoms already soaked through from the morning's casual finger-fuck in the shower.



Inside, the air was thick with smoke, sweat, and anticipation. Twelve men waited in the dim light. Some regulars, some strangers drawn by the whispers. They turned as one when she waddled in, green eyes gleaming with feral hunger under the low lights.

"Evening, boys," she purred, voice husky from last night's throat abuse. One hand cradled the underside of her dome while the other tugged the bikini top down, freeing heavy, milk-dripping tits that bounced free with wet slaps against her ribcage. "Mommy's womb is already full tonight... so every hole is open season. No condoms. No pulling out. Use me until I'm leaking from every end."



They didn't need more invitation.

Hands were on her instantly, rough, greedy. Someone yanked the bikini bottoms aside while another shoved two thick fingers straight into her dripping cunt, curling hard against her g-spot until she bucked and squirted a hot gush down her thighs. Katie laughed, low and filthy, dropping to her knees in the center of the circle they formed around her.

The first cock slapped against her cheek, hot, heavy, already leaking. She opened wide, tongue flat, and took him deep until her nose pressed into coarse pubic hair. Another slid between her leaking tits, fucking the slick valley while milk sprayed in rhythmic pulses with every thrust. Behind her, strong hands spread her thick ass cheeks and a tongue dove straight into her puckered hole, loosening her up for what was coming.

They rotated like a well-oiled machine. One after another fed her throat until tears streamed down her mascara-smeared face, spit and pre-cum dangling in long strings from her chin. When the first load hit, it was a torrent, thick ropes blasting across her tongue, filling her mouth until her cheeks bulged. She swallowed greedily, gulping audible and obscene, then opened wide to show the camera phone one of them held: tongue coated white, strings connecting lips to teeth.



"More," she gasped. "Paint me."

The bukkake began in earnest.

They stroked furiously over her upturned face, her swollen belly, her leaking breasts. Hot spurts landed everywhere, splattering her closed eyelids, dripping from the messy bun of dark hair, running in rivers down the taut curve of her pregnancy. Thick globs pooled in her navel, slid down the sides of her belly like obscene frosting. Someone aimed lower, hosing her cunt and inner thighs until she was a glistening, sticky mess from tits to knees.

When the last man finished painting her, Katie was trembling, body humming with need. She turned, ass high, belly hanging low and swaying, and presented both holes.

"Someone stretch my arse. The biggest one."

A monster stepped forward, 11 inches of brutal girth, veins throbbing. Even the regulars whistled low. Katie bit her lip, eyes rolling in anticipation as he pressed the fat head against her backdoor. She was still slick from earlier loads leaking down, but the stretch was exquisite agony. Inch by merciless inch he sank in, forcing her rim to bloom wide around him, pink flesh pulled taut. Katie's mouth fell open in a silent scream that turned into a long, shuddering moan as he bottomed out, balls deep in her guts.

The pressure against her womb made her cum instantly, cunt clenching on nothing, squirting violently onto the concrete floor.

They didn't let up. While the giant fucked her ass in long, punishing strokes, others took her mouth again. Hands milked her tits in rough squeezes, sending milk arcing through the air. Another cock slid into her sopping pussy, double-penetrating her in the most depraved way, only thin walls separating the two shafts as they pistoned in alternating rhythm.



She lost count of the orgasms. Lost count of the loads. Cum poured from her arse when the monster finally erupted, flooding her bowels until it backed up and bubbled out around his girth in creamy rivers. The next man took his place immediately, using the mess as lube, and the cycle continued, her backdoor gaping wider with every new cock, her cunt overflowing, her belly and face a dripping canvas of white and yellowing stains.

Hours later, when the last man pulled out and added his final rope across her lower back, Katie collapsed forward onto her forearms, ass still high, holes twitching and leaking steadily. The room stank of sex, sour spunk, milk, sweat. She was a wreck: hair matted and stiff, skin flaking with drying cum, belly glistening with layers of fresh and old seed.

Slowly, she pushed herself up. Waddled toward the exit on trembling legs, one hand under the heavy dome for support, the other trailing through the sticky mess on her thighs. No cleanup. No shame.

The night air hit her skin as she stepped outside, cool against the drying crust. Cum dripped in slow strands from her chin, her tits, her ruined arse. Yellow-brown stains were already forming where the first loads had oxidized. She walked home like that: proud, filthy, reeking, the sway of her cum-glazed pregnancy hypnotic under the streetlights.

Neighbors watched from windows. Cars slowed. Katie didn't cover up. Tomorrow she'd do it again. Bigger group. Filthier. Harder.

Because Katie wasn't just pregnant.

She was **addicted** to being the perfect, insatiable, mystery-bred cumslut.

And she had no intention of stopping. 😈