Kathleen lay spread-eagled on the king-sized bed, her wrists and ankles secured to the four posts with soft silk ropes that bit just enough into her skin to heighten the thrill. The blindfold over her eyes plunged her into darkness, amplifying every rustle and whisper in the room. Her husband had orchestrated this fantasy night, promising strangers from their online chats—anonymous men eager to ravage her without knowing her name. She trusted him completely, her body already humming with anticipation, her mature curves on full display, Kathleen's big tits heaved with each excited breath, nipples hard as pebbles. Her bald pussy glistened under the sheer black stockings that clung to her thighs, garters snapping taut against her pale skin. She'd chosen them specially for this, knowing how they framed her slick folds perfectly.
The door creaked open, and she heard footsteps—three sets, heavy and deliberate. Her heart raced. 'Who's there?' she murmured, voice husky with need.
A deep chuckle filled the air. 'Your fantasy come true, love,' one man said, his tone rough and commanding. It was Mark, husband to her best friend Lisa, but Kathleen had no idea. He'd been eyeing her for years at barbecues, fantasizing about burying his thick cock in her while his wife chatted obliviously nearby.
Another voice, gravelly and teasing, joined in—Tom, spouse to her pal Sarah. 'Look at this slut, all tied up and dripping. Bet that bald cunt's begging for it.' He stepped closer, his hand trailing up her stocking-clad leg, fingers brushing her inner thigh until they grazed her soaked lips.
Kathleen gasped, arching her back. 'Fuck yes, touch my wet pussy... I've been fingering myself all day, dreaming of strangers' cocks stretching me wide. Make me your dirty whore tonight.'
The third man, Dave, married to her closest confidante Emma, wasted no time. He climbed onto the bed, his weight dipping the mattress as he positioned himself between her legs. 'Gonna eat this pussy first, make you scream before we wreck you.' His breath hot against her clit, he dove in, tongue lapping flat and hard over her bald mound, sucking her swollen nub into his mouth.
'Oh god, yes! Suck my clit harder, you filthy bastard—lap up my juices!' Kathleen cried, hips bucking against the restraints. Her big tits jiggled as she writhed, the blindfold keeping her in delicious suspense. Her husband's voice from the corner—watching, silent for now—added to the taboo rush.
Mark and Tom stripped quickly, their cocks springing free—each one thick and veined, longer than her husband's, just as promised. Mark grabbed her hair, tilting her head back. 'Open wide, you filthy wife. Suck my dick like the whore you are.' He fed his shaft past her lips, groaning as her tongue swirled around the head, tasting his salty pre-cum.
Tom knelt beside her, pinching her nipples hard enough to make her moan around Mark's cock. 'These tits are fucking massive. Gonna titty-fuck you later, cover 'em in jizz.' He leaned down, biting one rosy peak while Dave's tongue plunged deeper into her pussy, fingers spreading her lips wide to flick her clit relentlessly.
Kathleen's body ignited. Waves of pleasure built fast, her moans muffled by the cock stretching her mouth. She pulled off just enough to gasp, 'Mmm, fuck my throat deep—gag me with that fat dick while he eats my sloppy cunt. I want to choke on your cum!' Then she slurped greedily again, hollowing her cheeks, lost in the anonymity.
Dave pulled back just enough to growl, 'You're squirting already, you dirty bitch. Cum on my tongue.' He thrust two fingers inside her, curling them against her G-spot while sucking hard. Kathleen shattered, her pussy clenching as she squirted, hot juices spraying over his hand and chin. 'Fuuuuck! I'm cumming so hard! More, don't stop!' she wailed, body convulsing, stockings straining against the ropes.
They didn't let her recover. Tom took Dave's place, slamming his cock into her spasming pussy in one brutal thrust. 'Tight as a virgin, but wet like a slut. Take it all.' He pounded her relentlessly, balls slapping her ass, while Mark kept fucking her throat, gagging her with each deep push.
Dave moved to her side, grabbing her hand to wrap around his slick cock. 'Stroke me, Kathleen. Feel how hard you make us.' She pumped him eagerly, her other senses overwhelmed by the scents of sweat and sex, the filthy words spurring her on. 'Yes, pound my married pussy—stretch it out for your huge cocks. I need you all to ruin me, fill every hole with your hot loads!'
'Bet your husband never fills you like this,' Mark taunted, pulling out to slap his cock against her cheek. 'We're gonna stretch every hole tonight.'
Her husband shifted in the shadows, cock hard in his hand, thrilled by the deception—these were his mates, her friends' husbands, claiming what was his under the guise of strangers.
Tom flipped her legs wider, drilling deeper. 'Gonna DP this cunt. Dave, get in here.' Dave lubed up with her own squirt, pressing his cock alongside Tom's at her entrance. Kathleen whimpered, 'Oh fuck yes, double stuff my greedy pussy—make it gape for you! I want to feel both your cocks throbbing inside me, breeding my bald slit like the cum-hungry slut I am.' They pushed in together, her bald pussy lips stretching obscenely around their girths, the burn turning to ecstasy as they found a rhythm.
'Ahh! So full... fuck me harder, you bastards—ram those dicks in sync and make me squirt all over your balls!' she begged, tits bouncing wildly. The double penetration made her cum again, walls fluttering around them, another gush soaking the sheets. 'I'm exploding—your cocks are wrecking my pussy, keep going!'
Mark straddled her chest, sliding his cock between her big tits, squeezing them together. 'Titty-fuck time, slut. Lick the tip.' She darted her tongue out, tasting herself on him as he thrust. 'Squeeze my fat tits tighter—fuck them raw and paint my face with your jizz. I love being your tit-slut!'
They rotated, relentless. Tom pulled out, slick with her cum, and aimed for her ass. 'Time to airtight this bitch.' He eased into her tight ring, groaning at the vice-like grip. Dave took her pussy again, and Mark reclaimed her mouth, all three holes stuffed full.
Kathleen thrashed in bliss, muffled screams vibrating around Mark's shaft. She gasped around it, 'Mmm... yes, plug all my holes—fuck my ass deep while you drill my cunt and throat! Use me like a three-hole fucktoy, make me cum until I pass out!' The fullness overwhelmed her—cocks pistoning in sync, hands groping her stockings, pinching her flesh. Her body betrayed her secrets, orgasms crashing one after another, squirting in arcs that drenched their balls.
'Filthy cumdump,' Tom grunted, slamming her ass. 'Gonna flood this pussy. Breed you like the whore you are.'
Dave laughed breathlessly. 'Take every inch, you anal pig.' He erupted first, hot ropes painting her insides, triggering her next climax. She clenched around him, milking every drop, her own release soaking his thighs. 'Yes! Pump your cum into my pussy, while I squirt like a fountain!'
Tom followed, burying deep in her ass and unloading, growling, 'Take my load, you anal slut.' The warmth spread, pushing her over the edge again—squirting violently, moans garbled by Mark's impending release. 'Fill my arse too—I'm your dirty cum bucket, overflowing from both ends!'
Mark yanked her hair, fucking her face furiously. 'Swallow it all, Kathleen. Every drop from your secret fuckers.' He exploded down her throat, cum overflowing her lips as she gulped hungrily, choking and cumming yet again from the sheer degradation. 'Guzzle it down, feed me your thick spunk, I want to taste every man's load tonight!'
They withdrew slowly, leaving her a trembling, cum-soaked mess—pussy and ass leaking, face glazed, stockings torn at the thighs. Her body twitched with aftershocks, multiple orgasms leaving her boneless.
The men dressed quietly, slipping out with nods of total gartification to her husband, who untied her gently. 'You were incredible,' he whispered, removing the blindfold.
Kathleen blinked up at him, dazed and sated, a lazy smile on her cum-smeared lips. 'Those guys... whoever they were, they fucked me senseless. Best night ever.' She had no clue it was Mark, Tom, and Dave—her best mates' husbands—who'd just turned her into their anonymous plaything, the deception sealing the taboo thrill forever.

The dim glow of phone screens lit up the five porters' faces in their respective homes across Glasgow, each man sprawled out with pants around ankles, cocks gripped tight in fists. Jimmy, the one who'd struck gold on that fetish site, had fired off the screenshots of Kathleen's nudes first—a spread-eagled shot of her massive tits spilling out, bald pussy glistening, and another with her fingers buried in that smooth slit. His dick throbbed as he stroked, pre-cum slicking his palm.

Jimmy: Lads, feast your eyes on this. Fuckin' Kathleen, our busty bird from the work. Caught her posting these online last night. Bald cunt, big jugs—pure filth. I'm pumping away already.

Tam: Holy shite, Jimmy! That's her alright, the blonde milf we all eye up. Look at that pussy, smooth as a baby. Stroking' hard here, balls aching'. We gotta have her.

Big Davie: Fuck me, those tits are begging' to be sucked. I'm wanking' furious, lads. Imagine burying my face in that arse. Tell her we got the pics, she gets gangbanged or else.

Wee Malky: Christ, Jimmy, ye legend. My cock's leaking' just looking'. She's got that innocent smile at work, but this? Horny old slag underneath. Send her a message—demand she meets us or pics go viral.

Rab: Pumping' my meat to her spread legs. Aye, plan it. We'll have her sucking us dry, Kathleen on her knees. I'm close already—gonna cum thinking' of filling' that mouth.

The chat buzzed with emojis of eggplant and squirting water drops, their strokes audible in grunts over voice notes. Jimmy fired off the first message to Kathleen from a burner account, attaching a blurred pic teaser.

Anonymous: Kathleen, we know what you did last night. Nude pics online? We've got them all. Your bald pussy and big tits, slut. Meet us in the storage room after shift tomorrow, or these go to your husband and all of the work.

Kathleen's phone pinged in her quiet home, heart pounding as she read it mid-sip of tea. Her face flushed—those deleted pics? How? She typed back shakily.

Kathleen: Who is this? This is a mistake. Delete them now!

Jimmy: No mistake, love. Jimmy here, from porters. Saw you upload them after wine. Your squirter days ain't over, eh? Come in your green blouse, lanyard, and stockings. No panties. Or pics everywhere.

She paced, pussy tingling despite the fear. It had been years since her husband touched her, and those pics had stirred old fires.

Kathleen: Please, no. This is xxxxxxxxx!

Tam: Aye, it is, Kathleen. But you'll love it. Tam speaking'. We all want inside those pants you tease us with. Storage room, 7pm sharp. Stockings only under that uniform, or you're done.

Her fingers hovered, mind racing to her drawer of crotchless panties and shelf bras, untouched relics of youth.

Kathleen: You're monsters. I won't.

Big Davie: Big Davie here, Kathleen. Imagine us eating that bald pussy till you squirt. We're five hard cocks waiting'. Defy us, and your life's ruined. Come submit, you know you need it.

Sweat beaded on her forehead, but her nipples hardened under her nightie, remembering how wet she'd gotten uploading those shots.

Kathleen: Fine. Just delete after. Please.

Wee Malky: Good girl, Kathleen. Malky approves. Wear the black stockings, make it sexy. We'll fuck you proper—no more dry spell.

Rab: Rab signing' off. Your arse is ours tomorrow, love. See you squirming'.

Kathleen deleted the thread, but the next day, dread and illicit thrill knotted her gut. After shift, she slipped into the bathroom, heart hammering. She donned her green blouse, lanyard dangling, black stockings hugging her thighs—no panties, her bald pussy exposed and already damp. A shelf bra pushed her big tits up, straining the buttons.

The storage room door creaked open at 7pm, dim bulbs flickering over boxes and trolleys. The five porters waited, cocks bulging in trousers: Jimmy smirking, Tam licking lips, Big Davie towering, Wee Malky grinning slyly, Rab stroking himself openly.

"Kathleen, you came," Jimmy growled, locking the door. "Strip the skirt off, show us that uniform slut look."

She trembled, hands fumbling her skirt zipper. "This is wrong... please, just take the pics and go."

Tam stepped forward, yanking the skirt down, exposing her stocking tops and bare pussy. "Fuck, look at that bald cunt, lads. Wet already, eh Kathleen? You want this." He grabbed her tits through the blouse, squeezing. "Big jugs for old Jimmy to play with."

She gasped, protesting, "No—stop!" But Big Davie was behind her, hands on her arse, fingers probing her crack. "Quiet, Kathleen. We're eating this arse first." He dropped to knees, spreading her cheeks, tongue lapping her puckered hole while Wee Malky knelt front, licking her bald pussy lips.

"Oh God," she moaned, knees buckling as tongues invaded—Rab and Jimmy sucking her nipples through the blouse, lanyard swinging. Malky's tongue flicked her clit, fingers plunging into her sopping pussy. "You taste like heaven, Kathleen," he mumbled, slurping.

Her protests faded to whimpers as pleasure built, years of neglect igniting. "Don't... ahh, fuck..." Big Davie's finger pushed into her arse, twisting, while Tam freed his thick cock, rubbing it on her thigh.

"Suck it, Kathleen," Tam ordered, shoving into her mouth. She gagged but complied, lips stretching around his shaft, tongue swirling as she bobbed. "That's it, whore. Lick my balls too." She did, slurping his heavy sack, drool dripping.

Jimmy unzipped, his cock— the one that had wanked to her pics—thrusting into her hand. "Wank me, love. Your pics made me cum buckets last night." She stroked, the group closing in.

Wee Malky stood, flipping her onto a trolley, legs spread wide in stockings. "Time to finger that squirter pussy, Kathleen." Two fingers rammed her cunt, thumb on clit, while Rab licked her arse clean. She bucked, first orgasm crashing—juices squirting over his hand. "Fuck yes, Kathleen! Squirting' like a young slut!"

"Nooo—yes! Oh God, more!" she cried, reluctant walls crumbling as pleasure overwhelmed.

Big Davie hoisted her up, impaling her pussy on his massive cock. "Ride me, big-titted bitch." She bounced, blouse half-unbuttoned, tits flopping as he pounded up. Jimmy took her mouth again, face-fucking her. "Swallow my load soon, Kathleen."