“Yes! Let me have it!”
“Bend over, slut”, Baz said and I obeyed. He brushed the tip of his cock up and down my wet slit, from my clitoris to my asshole and back again, teasing me even more. Two big strong men with large erect cocks were watching me, slutty makeup, high heels, tits hanging unimpeded, torso encased in tight leather, pussy dripping wet and bare of even a tiniest hair, about to be penetrated by my husband’s big veined dick. I almost came from their looks, but Baz finally lodged the tip of his cock in my cunthole and suddenly thrust so deeply into me I felt him hit my cervix and his cock hair tickling my anus. My clitoris got mashed onto his balls and that sent me over – I came thrashing and screaming while he kept his erect tool buried in me, standing still, holding me by my hips so as not to fall down.
He rode my orgasm with ease and pulled out as soon as I calmed down a little. I had come, but I was not relieved, if possible I was even hotter, and wanted to, needed to be fucked to an inch of my life.
“Now, fuckslut wife of mine, you will suck my cock while my friends fuck you one after the other.”
Baz’s words served only to inflame my cunt even more while they arranged me on the bed. I was led to lie on my stomach over a carefully positioned bolster cushion and pillows so my ass was tilted upwards and my tits were hanging over the edge of the bed. Baz sat on a chair in front of me and fed me his cock while Tad and George stripped naked and started fondling and licking me between the legs. I obediently bobbed my head up and down my husband’s cock all the while feeling fingers in my cunt and ass, rubbing my clit, opening my pussy lips…
“Tight ass”, I heard Tad comment, “virgin?”
Baz laughed and said “No, but still tight! Fuck her there! In fact, fuck her in all holes, that’s what she’s good for, isn’t that right, slut?”
I moaned around his dick as I heard George say “Sorry, Tad, family first – take THIS, bitch!” and he slammed his cock all the way up into my hungry pussy. He started fucking me so hard he made me deep throat Baz, as with his every thrust my head was pushed into my husband’s crotch. I couldn’t believe it was me in the mirror, this leather-bound high heeled hooker with two men fucking into her, one in her cunt, another in her mouth. The third man was kneeling by the bed, squeezing my tits and biting my nipples. I was nearing my second orgasm, and when I felt my husband pull his dick out of my mouth and spurt his seed on my face and tits, I lost it and had an orgasm after orgasm as George madly banged into my churning pussy.
“I’m cumming!” he called out, and Baz quickly shouted “Inside her, fill her cunt – fuck knows the bitch is a scumbucket!” In response, George dug his tool even deeper into my vagina and let his semen explode into me in long bursts, bathing my sore cervix with its heat and lubricating even more his last few thrusts. My head was still spinning from the fantastic orgasms, but Baz’s words, more than our actions, made me feel like a real slut, a grouping of holes who was there to collect seed and nothing more. My thoughts were broken by Tad’s cock pushing into my ass.