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I don’t have time for any more maybes. I posted the ad because waiting for the right guy to come around is no longer an option, and now eight strangers are about to walk through that door with one job: to breed me.
I have decided to stop waiting for “the-right-guy” to come around and instead taken matters into my own hands, choosing “the-right-guy-for-now”.
I would never in my wildest dreams have expected such an overwhelming amount of responses on the ad.
Of course I screened them all carefully. Recent clean panels, high sperm count verified, no genetic red flags. Then I let myself be picky about the rest. I’ve never found myself drawn to the six pack full-of-themself-overly-muscular-guy. Always preferring the slightly soft, nerdy dad bod look.
My love language has always been receiving acts of service. I’m a pillow princess through and through. I want my lovers to be needy and begging for me. Besides being a princess I’m also a queen—a size queen. I want the obscenely large ones, the ones that make you think that it should not be possible to fit inside, without having to seek medical care after. Over the years my dildos have grown larger and larger. My current favorite—a dragon imitation that’s easily as thick as both my wrist.
In the end I narrowed it down to eight. My initial plan was to choose one but I found myself getting greedy. Why choose? When you can have eight needy men begging to breed you.
Just the thought of it excites me as I sit ready in the fancy hotel room I booked for tonight. A happy squeal escapes me. I feel all warm and fluffy inside. Excited.
My thighs clench at the thought of getting pumped full of their sperm. I’m so pleased with my eight chosen ones, all of them have expressed an interest to continue serving me after this night. I haven’t made up my mind on that front yet.
The first knock comes twenty-five minutes early.
I open the door in nothing but black lace panties and bra, nipples already tight against the fabric. James freezes, eyes wide, cheeks flushing a lovely scarlet red. A giggle escapes me at his obvious nervousness.
Oh, I will enjoy this one.
“Hello James.” I purr, shifting slightly to accentuate my curves. “Is your plan to stand there drooling all night or will you come inside and be a good boy for me?”
“Y—Yes Princess.” He swallows hard and I step aside to let him in. Observing him as he hangs his jacket, and in controlled movements undresses. Folding his clothes neatly onto the bench. Leaving him in a black string that barely contains his thickening bulge and an cutsie little bow tie. His beautiful lush brown curls bounce as he moves.
“M—Might I serve the princess with anything before all b—breeders arrive?” The adorable stutter makes my heart melt. I squeeze one of his soft cheeks.
“Yes Jamsie, I would like some Chardonnay, then a footrub.” I smile at him, my most sweet and innocent smile. Tapping him twice on the cheek before turning around to take my place at my throne for the night. Making sure to put a bit extra sway to my hips as I do so.
At the same time I plop down on the end of the bed another knock sounds at the door.
“I w-will get that princess. Please stay seated.” James hurries over to the door. The room is spacious with a king-size bed, pantry and seating area, leaving me at full display as James opens the door to reveal Lars, the tall blond Norwegian, his pale skin sprinkled with the most adorable freckles.
“Come on in, Lars.” I call out before James can say anything. Parting my thighs slightly so Lars can see the damp spot on my panties.
He exhales roughly. Eyes dropping immediately to the wetness between my legs.
“Hi Princess… just seeing you like this, damn… I’ve been hard all day at work thinking about filling you.” He gives me a broad smile that takes up most of his face, showing the braces.
I smile, warm and approving. “Show me.” I say. “Clothes off, then I want you kneel in front of me.”
Lars strips quickly, revealing long legs and string underwear hiding a big bulge. A wet spot from all the precum. He kneels in front of me. Without being told, he takes my foot, starting a slow, careful massage. His hands feel divine.
James barely has time to hand me the Chardonnay—serving it on a silver platter, of course—before another knock sounds at the door. He hurries over and lets in Elias, a ginger with a slightly smaller build than James and Lars. But I know from the pictures everyone share before, that Elias is big elsewhere.
“P—Princess would like a foot rub while we wait on the others.” James informs Elias.
He undresses with shaking hands, then drops to his knees beside Lars.
“Princess… I’m grateful to be here tonight, I look forward to filling your beautiful cunt with my seed. I’m yours to command. Use me.”My chest tightens with affection.
“Elias sweetie. Kiss my ankle. Show me you mean it.”
He does—soft, open-mouthed kisses trailing up my calf while Lars keeps massaging higher, thumbs brushing the crease of my thighs now, dangerously close to where I’m aching.
Three more arrive at the same time: Vance, Mikhail, Georg. Then Luke and Igor shortly after. Each one greets me with the same hungry, hopeful look. Each one strips when I ask, folds his clothes neatly, then joins the semicircle of kneeling men around me.
“I want you boys to know that I appreciate every one of you for being here, for agreeing to breed me. Now be good boys and remove your underwear.” They obey instantly, briefs sliding down, cocks springing free—thick, veined, dripping. Then kneeling again, closer now.
Eight beautiful, hard cocks bobbing in front of me, waiting on their princesses.
I slide my hand down inside my panties, letting them watch as I spread the slickness over my clit in slow circles. A soft moan escapes me.
“Look at all of you,” I say gently. “So ready to serve your princess with your hard cocks.”
Yes, Princess, please, I want to—they murmur, each voice overlapping, needy for me. Begging to be inside me.
I pull my hand free, glistening fingers trailing up to my mouth, licking my slickness off my fingers.
“I know how much you want this. I want it too. I want to feel you all come inside me tonight.”
I lean back on my elbows, thighs spreading wider. “Now Igor, be a good boy. Take off my panties and bra.”
“With pleasurrre, Prrrincess,” Igor rumbles, his thick Russian accent rolling the r’s. He steps forward, hands trembling slightly as he reaches for the black lace.
The cool air hits my folds, and a soft collective inhale ripples through the room as I spread my thighs for them, offering them a full view of their princess.
I shift to the side of the bed, patting my hand where I just sat. “Now Jamsie baby, be a good boy and lie down for me. I want you facing this way.”
Igor steps to the side as James scrambles onto the bed, curls fanning across the comforter. The second his head is in position I swing my leg over—positioning us in the sixty-nine—lowering myself until my soaked folds settle against his waiting tongue. A long, grateful groan vibrates from him straight to my clit.
“That’s it,” I breathe, rocking slowly over his outstretched tongue. “Get your princess nice and wet. Make me ready to be bred.”
I lean forward, wiggling my ass side to side over James’s face, deliberately putting on a show for my boys. My breasts press against his lower stomach, nipples dragging across his skin, and I press my lips on the head of his cock. It jumps, smearing salty precum across my lips. I swirl my tongue over it, slow and teasing, savoring the thick throb, then pull back just enough to watch it bounce helplessly below me.
“Lars,” I murmur, voice thick with need, “I want both my holes worshipped.”
There’s a low grunt, then his big hands spread my cheeks. Lars dives in with needy, broad strokes. His tongue circles my rim in eager, hungry loops while James flicks back and forth over my clit in perfect counterpoint. The dual assault makes my eyes flutter shut. A long, shuddering moan spills from my throat.
Vance and Mikhail step boldly to either side of the bed, stroking their thick cocks as they watch both my holes being devoured. Heavy breathing fills the room, laced with the wet schlick-schlick of hands pumping shafts
“That’s right, boys,” I manage, my voice more moan than speech now. “Get those fat cocks ready to fill me… to pump my cunt full of your seed.”
Another wave of heat rolls through me when Lars pushes his tongue deep inside my ass, fucking me with it in shallow thrusts.
“Vance, come here.” I purr, Vance kneels down beside my head on the bed. Thick shaft bobbing inches from my face. I open for him, sucking him in deep until my nose brushes hair. He whimpers—a high and needy noise. I hum my approval around his thick length.
James’s tongue is merciless, curling deep inside me, while Lars rims me—his tongue plunging in deep, swirling, claiming every sensitive inch. Pleasure coils tighter and tighter. My hips buck involuntarily, grinding down harder over James’s face, his nose and mouth buried against me.
My thighs start to tremble as an orgasm rips through me like lightning—brutal, blinding, every muscle seizing at once. My pussy and ass rhythmically pulsing around their tongues. A raw, broken scream tries to tear out of me but gets choked off around Vance’s thick cock, turning into a guttural, muffled wail that vibrates straight down his shaft.
My thighs clamp, trembling violently as my pussy spasms in vicious, rhythmic pulses, flooding James mouth with my heat. I feel James swallow greedily beneath me, lapping up every drop of his reward.
I release Vance’s hard cock with a wet pop. He gently caresses my cheeks with his hands, thumbs brushing my skin. I look up—his glasses are slightly fogged, breath coming in strained little pants. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his dark hair plastered in damp strands against flushed skin. Clearly, he fought hard not to shoot down my throat.
I press a soft kiss to his swollen cockhead. Licking a bead of precum. Proud of my eager boy for saving all that cum for my pussy.
“I’m ready to be bred now. Vance—I want you first.”
Lars pulls back with a reluctant groan, his tongue leaving my ass slick and aching. I lift my hips just enough to give James some much-needed breathing room—his face flushed and glistening with my release.
Vance moves fast, switching places with Lars. He notches himself at my entrance and pushes himself inside me in one long, steady slide. I gasp at the stretch, the delicious burn of being opened so wide so suddenly. He bottoms out with a broken sound, hips stuttering. Balls no doubt slamming into James forehead
I twist my head, lips parting eagerly as I take Mikhail’s waiting cock deep. He thrusts forward instinctively, fucking my throat with needy pumps that push against the back of my throat. Filthy wet gagging noises—gluck, gluck, gluck—spill from me, mingling with the obscene, slick slap of Vance slamming into my cunt.
“Fuckkk, Princess…” Vance barely lasts. Three, four deep thrusts and he’s pulsing, flooding me with his cum. Thick ropes spill deep inside me. I wish it would have lasted longer, but the feeling of being filled with cum sends a thrill racing through my body, my pussy clenching greedily around him milking his seed into me.
I want more.
“Elias,” I pant. “Your turn.”
Vance pulls out, despite my cunt clenching hard, a trickle of cum runs out. He immediately uses two fingers to work it back inside me.
“Gotta keep all that cum inside you, princess.” With a final kiss to my ass cheek he steps away leaving room for Elias.
Elias is by far the biggest. The head alone looks impossible—flared, glistening. He presses in slow, so slow, and the stretch is blinding—sharp, burning pleasure that makes my toes curl and my breath hitch into little sobs. James keeps sucking my clit like it’s his single purpose in life, right now it is.
Inch after inch splits me open until I feel him bump my cervix and still keep going. When he’s finally seated, he starts to move—steady, mechanical. Each thrust slams in deep. I feel like my body is getting pierced by his cock.
Multiple hands start roaming over my body—squeezing my breasts, rolling my nipples, stroking down my sides. Elias’ firm grip on my hips and Mikhail’s around my throat allows me to lift my hands and wrap my fingers around Igor and Lars’s cocks. Jerking them in time with Elias’s punishing rhythm.
Elias locks up—growling low—and unloads. The pulsating feeling of his cock tips me over. My eyes roll back so hard the room whites out, sparks explode behind my lids. My whole body convulses, toes curling. Wave after wave slams through me. Mikhail continues to fuck my mouth as I scream my release around him.
Exhausted but just getting started, I allow myself a micro rest as I lie my head down besides James cock. Shaking with every gentle stroke from James tongue over my clit.
When the aftershocks ease I roll off him, “James, face the other way.”
He flips around eagerly and I roll back on top of him. Cum from both Elias and Vance coating his cock as I sink down in one smooth glide. “Mikhail,” I order. “I want you inside me also.”
Mikhail steps off the bed and lines himself up behind me, slowly pressing in beside James. The stretch is obscene. Two thick cocks forcing my walls apart, sliding against each other inside me. A whimper escapes me at the impossible fullness. My pussy clenching instinctively around them both as they sink deeper together. Every inch feels like too much and exactly right.
I take the nearest cock—Igor’s—in my mouth, sucking him deep to anchor myself against the overwhelming pressure below. Saliva drips down my chin as I gag and moan around him.
Mikhail’s thumb starts to rub teasing circles around my ass, dipping down to gather some cum to lube me up further. I arch back against him, silently ordering him to do more. He doesn’t hesitate. The overwhelming feeling of every hole stretched and claimed leaves my body shattered and remolded by pure pleasure.
They fuck me in perfect sync—pulling out together, slamming back in. Wet slaps and filthy squelches fill the room as my soaked cunt takes them both, again and again. Pleasure sparks shoot up my spine.
Every thrust stretches me wider, heat coiling low and tight in my gut. James’s cock drags against Mikhail’s inside me, veins pulsing against each other, against my walls. Mikhail’s thumb works my ass in shallow, opposing strokes—pushing in as they pull out, easing back as they drive deep—rocking my whole body until I’m trembling from pleasure.
They swell thicker, harder, their rhythm faltering as the edge creeps closer. James lets out a choked whimper, hips jerking unevenly. Mikhail’s breathing turns ragged, his thumb freezing mid-thrust as his cock starts throbbing inside me and he shoots ropes of cum.
James follows a heartbeat later. His growl of pleasure vibrates up his chest and into mine. Wave after wave of cum pumping into me in heavy, overlapping ropes, filling me completely.
Pressure builds until creamy excess starts leaking out around their bases, dripping slick and warm down my thighs.
I release Lars cock and collapse onto James’s chest, kissing and sucking at the salty skin of his neck.
Suddenly the world tilts as Lars scoops me up like I weigh nothing. I instinctively wrap my arms and legs around him. He lines himself up and in one brutal push, seats himself to the root. A broken scream off pleasure escapes me.
“Now it’s my turn to breed you, Princess,” he says low against my ear, voice rough with possession. “I’ll fill your pretty cunt so full, your body will swell with my child.”
He fucks me hard—lifting me effortlessly, slamming me down onto his length over and over, using me like a toy. My nails dig into his back as each drop forces a gasp from my throat. Someone starts caressing my back, hands spreading my butt cheeks. Lars slows as Igor lines himself up.
Two cocks stretch my abused pussy wide again. My body yields, welcoming them deeper. Walls fluttering around the dual invasion.
My vision blurs at the edges as pleasure shoots through me every time they push deep inside me. I cling to Lars’s neck, moaning brokenly into his shoulder as they use me.
Igor comes first—growling deep as he floods me with hot, thick pulses in jerky movements. Lars continues to piston into me as Igor steps away, slipping his cock free with a wet sound.
Luke takes Igor’s place notching himself and thrusting in faster, hungrier than any before—short, rapid pumps that slap against my ass and grind his cock against Lars’s inside me.
When I think I can’t take another second—the sensation too much, too overwhelming—they swell and erupt inside me. Their hot loads mixing, flooding me as another orgasm rips through my oversensitive body, forced out whether I’m ready or not.
The orgasm that rips through me is blinding, cataclysmic—the mother of all orgasms. It starts as a white-hot coil in my core, then detonates outward in violent waves that seize every muscle. My pussy clamps down brutally around them both, milking every drop in frantic spasms. Thighs quake uncontrollably. A scream tears from my throat as my body convulses. Tears start to stream down my face. I squirt in powerful, gushing arcs, soaking their thighs—wave after wave of release I can’t control. My mind blanks. I’m nothing but pulsing, electric bliss, sobbing brokenly while they hold me through it, kissing my neck, my tears, murmuring soft praises against my skin.
Finally, Luke pulls out with a wet, filthy sound, cum dripping onto the floor beneath us. Lars eases me down onto the bed, careful and slow. His fingers gather the mess from my thighs, scooping it up gently before pushing it back inside me with soft, lingering strokes.
I moan weakly, hips jerking at the overstimulation, my body still twitching in little aftershocks.
Mikhail settles beside me, stroking me tenderly, kissing down to my breast until he latches onto one nipple. Elias mirrors him on the other. My whole body shakes—thighs trembling violently, head shaking weakly—no more, I can’t take it—
Georg kneels between my spread legs.
If Elias is big, Georg is fucking monstrous. He has thickened even more from watching, thick veins bulging all over his absolute unit of a shaft. He teases first—just the flared crown popping in and out, the thick ridge catching deliciously on my swollen entrance with every slow withdrawal and push. Once he’s coated in the slick mess of everyone else’s release, he sinks balls deep in one long slide.
I scream again, it comes out low, my throat raw from all the screaming. Georg fucks me in long, powerful strokes that bottom out every time, heavy sac slapping wetly against me.
Each thrust dragging over every oversensitive inch. My walls force helpless little flutters from what’s left of me. Climax crashes in waves—quick peaks that fuse and swell until it’s one endless, body-breaking crest. Pleasure owns me completely. Nothing else gets through.
Georg finishes with a groan, flooding me, his cock throbbing in heavy pulses.
I lose track of time, floating in white-hot oblivion while my orgasms jolt through me like lightning. When reality creeps back in again, I’m a sobbing, trembling wreck—utterly undone.
They’re all panting now—sprawled around and beside the bed. Georg keep thick fingers pressed firmly over my entrance, holding every drop in. My chest heaves, lungs burning.
“Good job, breeders,” I manage, voice utterly wrecked. “I think… we might have to do this again tomorrow. Just to be safe.”
Vance kneels up beside me on the bed, cock already hard again in his fist.
“I’m ready again now, Princess.”
***
Note: This was an absolute hot mess to write. Keeping track of eight eager, needy men while trying not to repeat the same actions or names every two seconds was way harder than I expected. If I mixed anyone up or lost count somewhere… blame the brain fog and the sheer amount of cock in this story. Hope you enjoyed the chaos as much as I did writing it!
Also for anyone wondering here are their names:
Top row from the left: James, Vance, Lars, Elias
Bottom row from the left: Georg, Mikhail, Luke, Igor
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