Elena knelt on the thick hotel carpet, her black lace thong already damp against her shaved pussy. Marcus stood over her, 6'3" of thick muscle, his 9-inch cock already half-hard and veined, the head flushed dark. David sat five feet away in the leather chair, pants open, slowly stroking his own six inches as he watched his wife of twelve years prepare to service their bull.
Open your mouth, Elena, Marcus said, voice low and commanding. She parted her lips obediently. He gripped the base of his cock and slapped the heavy head against her tongue twice before pushing forward. Her jaw stretched wide around the girth; she had to relax her throat immediately as the thick shaft slid over her tongue. The salty taste of his precum coated her taste buds. Marcus did not ease in he fed her inch after inch until her nose pressed against the trimmed hair at his base and her throat convulsed around him. A wet gagging sound escaped her. David groaned from the chair.
Marcus held her there, then pulled back slowly, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock. Again, he ordered. Elena opened wider this time, taking him deeper on the second thrust. Marcus began fucking her face in steady strokes, his heavy balls slapping her chin with each push. The wet slurping sounds filled the room as saliva ran down her chin and dripped onto her tits. She moaned around the thickness, the vibration making Marcus grunt. That is it, take that bull cock. Show your husband how you worship it.
David's hand moved faster on his own dick. Fuck, baby, you look so hot choking on him.
Marcus pulled out, his cock shiny with spit. On the bed. On your back, legs spread. Elena climbed up, spreading her thighs. Marcus knelt between them and buried his face in her cunt without preamble. His tongue flattened against her clit, licking in broad, firm strokes, then switched to tight circles. Two thick fingers pushed into her soaked pussy, curling upward to stroke her G-spot in the same rhythm his tongue worked her clit. Elena's hips bucked. The wet sounds of his fingers pumping into her mixed with her rising moans. Marcus sucked her clit between his lips and flicked it rapidly. Elena's thighs started shaking. Oh god, Marcus, fuck, I'm gonna. Her orgasm hit hard; her pussy clenched rhythmically around his fingers, clear fluid pulsing out around them as she squirted in short bursts. Marcus kept licking through it, drawing every spasm out until she was gasping.
He stood and lined his cock up with her entrance. The thick head pressed against her slick folds, then pushed. Elena's mouth fell open in a silent O as her pussy stretched around the girth. She felt every ridge, every vein as he sank in slowly, forcing her walls to accommodate him. So fucking tight, Marcus growled. When he bottomed out, his heavy balls rested against her ass. Elena's breath came in short pants; she could feel him throbbing deep inside her.
Marcus started fucking her with long, deliberate strokes pulling almost all the way out before driving back in. The wet squelch of her pussy taking him filled the room. David leaned forward, eyes locked on the way her cunt lips stretched around the thick shaft. Tell him how it feels, David said, voice hoarse.
God, he is so big, Elena moaned. Fills me so deep, fuck, Marcus, harder.
Marcus obliged, picking up the pace. The bed frame creaked as he pounded into her, skin slapping skin. Elena's tits bounced with every thrust. Marcus reached down, thumb circling her clit while he fucked her. Her second orgasm built fast; her pussy started fluttering, then clamped down hard, milking his cock as she came again with a broken cry.
Marcus pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach, dragging her hips up. Get on your knees, he commanded. Elena obeyed, arching her back, her ass presented to him. He grabbed her hips and drove back into her from behind in one hard thrust. She cried out, hands fisting the sheets. David moved to kneel on the bed in front of her. She looked up at him and immediately took his cock into her mouth, working her husband while the bull fucked her from behind.
Marcus set a relentless rhythm, hips slamming into her ass with each stroke, the sharp smack of skin on skin filling the room. Elena's moans were muffled around David's cock as she sucked him, hollowing her cheeks and working her tongue along the underside. David thrust forward gently, fucking her mouth in counterpoint to Marcus behind her. Being taken from both ends, she felt impossibly full, her mind wiped clean of everything except sensation.
Fuck, David groaned. I'm close. Me too, Marcus said through gritted teeth. Come with me, baby, David said to Elena.
Marcus reached around and pressed two fingers hard against her clit, rubbing fast circles. Elena's moan turned into a long, shuddering wail around David's cock as her third orgasm tore through her, her pussy clenching and releasing in waves. Her legs trembled so hard she nearly collapsed. David came in her mouth a moment later, groaning her name, and she swallowed everything. Marcus drove into her twice more, then pulled out and finished across her lower back with a long groan, his hand stroking his cock through it.
For a long moment nobody moved. Elena's arms gave out and she sank flat onto the bed. Marcus flopped onto his back beside her, chest heaving. David curled against her other side.
God, Elena murmured eventually. She could feel Marcus's warmth on her back, her husband's familiar weight against her side.
David pressed his lips to her temple. You were incredible.
She turned her head and smiled at both of them. I know, she said.
The three of them lay there in the quiet hotel room, the city humming distantly below them, sweat cooling on their skin. Outside the window the lights of downtown glittered, indifferent and bright. Elena closed her eyes, completely wrung out, completely satisfied, her husband on one side and their bull on the other.
Perfect, she thought. Absolutely perfect.
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