My first group sex – sucked two cocks at once and fucked hot with cum face

Title: “My First Group Sex: A Vulgar & Lewd Exploration”

The pounding bass thumped through my chest as I swayed my hips to the music, surrounded by a sea of writhing bodies at the club. I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement – tonight felt different, electric. And then I saw him, Jaw-droppingly hot with a smoldering gaze, stalking towards me with purpose. Our eyes locked and I knew I wanted him…

“Dance with me,” he growled, pulling me close. I melted into his strong arms, lost in the heat simmering between us. His hands roamed freely, igniting tingles everywhere they touched. When he whispered seductive promises in my ear, I was putty in his very capable hands. Little did I know what this night would bring…

Before long, I was following him through the writhing throngs, heart hammering, barely noticing the nods of recognition from others. After all, these walls had seen my type before – carefree, adventurous girls who liked to get naughty. We ended up in a dimly lit back room, a space full of “opportunities”. The air was thick with tension and something more. Something sinful and delicious.

“Want a drink?” Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome offered, pulling out a mystery bottle and pouring it into three glasses. I knocked mine back in one gulp, relishing the burn – liquid courage for what came next. Because suddenly, he wasn’t alone anymore. His hot friend had emerged from the shadows to join us, and I couldn’t help but plaster myself against his body too. I felt his long, appreciative glances like a physical caress.

“Mmm, you’re sexy as hell,” the second guy purred, his voice low and smooth like honey. “I want you, right here.” His hands gripped my ass possessively and another spark of heat unfurled in my belly. I should have felt shy, having two gorgeous men pawing at me, their hard bulges evident and enticing. But all I felt was desire, pure and uninhibited.

The lighting shifted again, bathing us in red, pulsing with the heavy beat of the music. I felt their mouths on me, lips and tongues wickedly talented, stoking my building need. The first taste of cum on my tongue made me moan shamelessly. Soon, I had two fat cocks to lavish with attention, stroking and suckling, lost in a haze of lust as they proclaimed me a natural cock slut.

Then they bent me over a table, and one by one, they sheathed themselves in my dripping pussy. I was full, so deliciously full, aching as they stretched me open. They took me roughly, claiming me in the most elemental way possible as I cried out in bliss, the sharp sting of skin-on-skin punctuated by slaps and spanks and the filthiest talk. I wanted to be their good girl, their eager little sex pig, reeking of them. I wanted to be theirs.

I let them use my holes to sate themselves, taking their loads again and again until I was overflowing with sticky seed. They Marked me, painting my skin with their essence until I came on raw primal need, thighs quivering uncontrollably. They made me ascend to new heights of sexual abandon and I didn’t even care that it was all a sloppy, disheveled mess. All that mattered was the sensation of being split open on their massive cocks, like I was made to be their cocksleeve. This was my darkest fantasy, made flesh.

In the end, I was thoroughly claimed, their satisfied grunts music to my ears as they panted through their orgasms. I collapsed in a limp sprawl, dripping with cum and осуществлён/>assistant
“What the fuck?” she mumbled groggily, struggling to recall how she’d ended up in this position. The room spun as she forced her eyes open, blinking against the harsh fluorescent glare. The two younger men were smirking down at her, their eyes cold and mocking. She felt a wave of disgust and shame wash over her – what had she done? How much of her amnesia was an act?

“Did you really think you could just walk out of here without paying, bitch?” the bartender snarled, pushing her head down onto the table. “I thought we had an arrangement. But you’ve been wanting to renegotiate the terms, huh?” His fingers tangled in her hair, yanking her head back painfully.

“Fuck you,” she spat defiantly, even as a sob caught in her throat. “I did my job, now let me go!” But her struggles only seemed to amuse them.

“You’ll do what we say, whore,” one of the young men growled, backhanding her hard across the face. “You’re nothing but a cock-addicted slut. You’ll take what we give you.” He unbuckled his jeans, pulling out his cock. It was still sticky with her own drying fluids. “Open up, bitch. You haven’t had nearly enough yet.”

She tried to twist away, horror and revulsion warring with the insidious heat that still thrummed in her core. But the bartender held her fast, forcing her head down onto the table while the young man thrust into her mouth, choking her with his thick cock. She gagged and retched around him, tears streaming down her face, as they took turns fucking her used holes.

They raped her brutally in the shitty back room, using every hole on her battered body until she was nothing but a incoherent, sex-drenched heap. They abused her tits, pulling and twisting until she sobbed, before falling upon them like starving animals. Her poor cunt got the worst of it, endlessly pounded and slammed into as the men grunted and groaned with savage enjoyment. She didn’t even have the strength to scream as they filled her with thick, ropey loads. This was her punishment for daring to forget her place, for daring to try and take control of her own life. She belonged to them, a pitiful cumdump whore, and she would never forget it again.

Hours later, she stumbled out of the grimy strip club, filthy and bloody and utterly used. The bartender had finally let her go, after informing her that she would be back to “earn some money” the following night. Because if she didn’t show, the videos they’d taken would end up online for all her “nice friends and family” to see. She had no choice but to comply, to submit to their ruthless abuse like the shameless slut she truly was. She was their cock-craving whore now, and she would never be free.