Elena exhibits herself at the window, attracting the men of the town with her naked body and her transparent thong. Alex watches while she is penetrated and humiliated, showing her submission.
The afternoon sun filtered through the lace curtains of the room, drawing golden stripes over Elena's naked body as she writhed on the bed, impatient. Her skin, pale as porcelain, shone with a light sweat of anticipation, and her hips swayed in slow circles, as if she already felt the hands of others upon her. Alex, her husband, watched from the edge of the mattress with a twisted smile, his fingers trembling while holding the black G-string he had just bought for her. It was almost transparent, a simple triangle of fabric that would barely cover her shaved pussy and would sink between the cracks of her round, firm ass, designed to be ripped off with ease.
—Come on, little slut— Alex whispered, his voice hoarse with excitement, as he ran his index finger through the groove between her buttocks—. Today you're going to be the queen of the town.
Elena moaned, arching her back to offer him a better angle, her small but firm breasts swaying with the movement. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her nipples, hard as pebbles, brushed against the sheet every time she moved. With a flirtatious giggle, she rose onto her knees and let Alex slide the thong over her thighs, adjusting the elastic so that the thin string dug between her cheeks, dividing them like a perfect furrow to be filled. The fabric, so fine it almost didn't exist, stuck to her wet lips, and she gasped as she felt the cloth soak instantly with her arousal.
—God, I'm already dripping— she confessed, biting her lower lip as she turned to look at herself in the wardrobe mirror. The reflection gave back the image of a bitch in heat: flushed cheeks, bright eyes, a tight white ass moving as if it already had a cock inside—. Do you think they'll like it?
Alex didn't respond with words. Instead, he approached from behind and buried two fingers between her legs, pushing them against the thong to feel how much wetter his wife was getting. Elena opened her legs with a moan, leaning her hands against the cold glass of the window while her husband rubbed her clitoris with circular movements, forcing her to wiggle her backside like a bitch in heat.
—Of course they'll like it— he grunted, withdrawing his fingers to suck them greedily, savoring his wife's salty juice—. But first, show them what's ready for them.
With a quick movement, Alex threw wide the window that overlooked the town square. The warm afternoon air rushed in, bringing with it the murmur of conversations and the smell of earth and beer from the men gathered in front of the tavern. Elena didn't need more incentive. With a lewd smile, she leaned on the windowsill, spreading her legs even wider so the thong tightened between her buttocks, almost transparent from how wet it was. The sun illuminated her skin like a beacon, and her ass, round and tender, offered itself to everyone's view like a banquet.
—Look at what I have for you, bastards!— she shouted, moving her hips in obscene circles, making her cheeks ripple with every movement. The thong dug into her pussy, but that only excited her more. She could feel the stares burning her skin, imagining those men's eyes devouring every inch of her body.
She didn't have to wait long. A chorus of whistles and dirty laughter drifted up from below, followed by the sound of chairs scraping and bottles being set aside in haste. Elena looked down, smiling as she saw the first ones approach: Ramón, the blacksmith, with his thick arms and chest covered in dark hair; Javier, the baker, whose apron still bore flour stains; and the Castro twins, young and agile, whose smiles promised a long night of pleasure. Behind them, other familiar faces peered out, some with their flies already unzipped, their cocks hard as iron bars pointing toward her.
—Finally, Alex's bitch gives us what we deserve!— Ramón roared, spitting on the ground before grabbing his crotch with a calloused hand—. Show us that ass, slut!
Elena didn't need to be asked twice. With a theatrical moan, she leaned forward, resting her torso on the windowsill while lifting her ass toward the sky, reaching back with her arms to pull her buttocks apart with her hands. The thong, now completely soaked, sank between her cheeks like a silk thread, exposing the pink little hole of her anus, which contracted involuntarily at the feel of the fresh air. Below, the men grunted in approval, and someone —probably Javier— whistled through his teeth.
—Fuck, what a delicious ass!— one of the Castro twins exclaimed, stepping close until he was right below the window—. It looks made for four cocks at once!
Elena laughed, moving her backside in small circles, savoring the delicious humiliation of being observed like a piece of meat. She could smell her own excitement, a mix of sweat and juices, and the aroma drove her wild. Without warning, one of the men —Ramón, by the size of his hands— reached up and grabbed a buttock with force, digging his fingers into her soft flesh.
—Oh, how strong!— she squealed, more out of lust than pain, arching her back even more to offer herself better—. Aren't you going to come and try it, dogs?
That was the signal. In seconds, four pairs of hands reached up toward her, and four thick, throbbing cocks appeared through the window opening, seeking their target. Elena held her breath when she felt the first contact: a wide, wet head pressing against her anus, followed by three others that settled at the sides, brushing against her thighs and the edge of her pussy. The men grunted like animals, their hot breath hitting her skin as they adjusted themselves, pushing their rods against her as if measuring the space.
—My God, yes!— Elena gasped, feeling the glands sliding between her buttocks, smearing themselves in her sweat—. Put it all in me, bastards!
There was no more warning. Ramón, with his cock thicker than a man's fist, was the first to push, making his way between Elena's cheeks with a wet sound. She screamed, her nails digging into the wood of the windowsill as the blacksmith widened her anus with a single brutal shove. But there was no time to adapt: the other three rods followed instantly, sliding to the sides, one brushing her soaked pussy, another pressing against her thigh, and the last finding a gap between the tight flesh of her buttocks. It was an overwhelming sensation, almost painful, but Elena loved it. Her body trembled, her legs threatened to give way, but she stayed standing, panting like a beast as the four men began to move.
—That's it, bitch, hold on!— Javier, the baker, grunted, while his cock sank halfway into the fold between Elena's thigh and buttock, rubbing against the soft flesh—. Your ass was made for this!
The Castro twins, younger and more agile, wasted no time. One of them, Luis, leaned forward and buried his tongue in Elena's sweaty armpit, licking the fine hairs that grew there while his brother, Marco, sucked her toes, nibbling on her red-painted nails. It was a strange sensation, almost ticklish, but it only served to increase her excitement. Every time one of the men moved, their cocks rubbed against her in different ways: Ramón penetrated her forcefully in the anus, stretching her to the limit; another rubbed her clitoris with his glans; a third slid between her thighs, smearing himself in her juices; and the last, the thinnest, slipped into the gap between her buttocks, brushing her back entrance every time he moved.
—More, fuck, more!— Elena pleaded, feeling her body adapt, her anus relaxing to accommodate Ramón while the other cocks marked her everywhere—. I want you to fill me up like the slut I am!
The men needed no more incentive. Their thrusts became more rhythmic, more brutal. Ramón grabbed her hips firmly, using his weight to drive himself deep, while the others rubbed against her like dogs in heat. Elena could feel their balls hitting her skin, the heat of their bodies pressed against her ass, their panting breath on her back. It was a symphony of flesh, sweat, and moans, and she was the instrument.
—Alex, look how they use me!— she screamed, turning her head to seek her husband's gaze. She found him below the window, kneeling on the ground, his small, thin cock in his hand, masturbating furiously while watching his wife being raped by four rods at once—. Look at me, faggot! Your wife is a whore and she loves it!
Alex moaned, accelerating the movement of his hand, his eyes bloodshot with excitement. He said nothing, but his expression said it all: humiliation, lust, submission. Elena smiled, savoring her power, before focusing back on the men who were tearing her apart.
—I'm going to cum!— Ramón roared, his thrusts becoming erratic—. Hold on, slut!
One by one, the men reached their climax. Ramón was the first, flooding her anus with thick spurts of semen that spilled down her thighs. The Castro twins followed, one ejaculating on her back while the other painted her buttocks with his hot milk. Javier, the baker, was the last, rubbing against her pussy until his semen erupted in thick strings that stuck to her vaginal lips. Elena gasped, feeling the heat of the liquid spread over her skin, how her own body responded with spasms of pleasure, even though she hadn't been fully penetrated.
—Thank you, bastards!— she said, moving her ass in circles to spread the semen over her buttocks, feeling it stick to her skin—. But I want more!
The men didn't need to be told twice. As Ramón withdrew, panting, three others took his place, their cocks already hard and ready. This time, there was no softness: they grabbed her by the hips and penetrated her without mercy, taking turns to shove their rods into her anus, her pussy, her mouth, any hole they could find. Elena let it happen, moaning like a sow, her body covered in sweat, saliva, and semen. Her belly began to swell, not from pregnancy, but from the amount of milk the men had pumped into her, filling her to the brim.
Alex, meanwhile, continued masturbating below the window, his small member red and throbbing, his eyes fixed on the show. Elena looked at him with disdain before turning back to the men, offering her mouth to be filled again.
—Swallow my cum, whore!— one of them ordered, grabbing her hair to push his cock between her lips.
Elena obeyed, swallowing every spurt greedily, savoring the saltiness while more hands pawed her, more cocks penetrated her. Her body was no longer hers: it was a public toy, a hole to be used.
And when finally, after what seemed like hours, the men withdrew, leaving her body marked and full, Elena stood up with difficulty, feeling the semen dripping down her thighs. She looked at Alex, who was still kneeling, his cock still hard but not daring to touch her.
—Open your mouth, slave— she ordered, approaching him with staggering steps.
Alex obeyed, opening his lips in submission. Elena wasted no time: she crouched down, spread her vaginal lips with her fingers, and let a stream of hot, thick urine fall directly onto her husband's face. The yellowish liquid splashed his eyes, nose, and open mouth, and Alex gasped, swallowing involuntarily while his wife laughed, shaking the last drops from her bladder onto him.
—That's for being a faggot— Elena said, wiping herself with the back of her hand before turning toward the window, where more men waited for their turn—. Now, who's next?