Nasty Swingers Orgy In Chicago!

Steamy windows and the aroma of sweat and sex permeated the dimly lit hotel suite as the “Nasty Swingers Orgy in Chicago” reached its fevered peak. Bodies tangled in a writhing mass, a kaleidoscope of glistening flesh and eager moans. The event was an Anything Goes affair, drawing hedonistic Couples and uninhibited singles from across the Midwestern metropolis, all seeking to indulge their most taboo desires.

At the center of the heated throng was a taut blonde vixen, her messy hair tousled with exertion and a flush riding high on her cheeks. She was the center of attention, four hard cocks aimed at her like arrows at a bullseye, each one vying for her greedy holes. Her homegirl, a lithe brunette clad in nothing but come-fuck-me stilettos, kneeled beside her, eagerly slurping at the bullish schlong jutting aggressively from the blonde’s BJ-battered throat.

The brunette reached down to circle her dripping slit, reveling in the telltale ache that signified her own impatience for a good, hard fuck. Tossing aside modesty, she arched onto her hands and knees, her heart-shaped ass elevated and inviting, as if it were a soup bowl atop a silver platter. Her lustful eyes locked onto the enormous slab of cockmeat rammed insistently into her friend’s pussy, barely visible beyond the crimson-streaked curtain of blonde pubes. She licked her lips hungrily, knowing she needed a thick meaty meal in her own aching hole, and she needed it now.

Momentarily abandoned by her fellow dick sluts, the blonde dislodged herself from the grips of hotck-6, gasping as oxygen flooded her empty airway. Pinwheeling her arms for balance, she straightened, rubbing her stinging tonsils, and surveyed the room, taking in the barrage of bodies, most of which were either entwined or on the verge of doing so. Her eyes latched onto a big, brawny black man conversing with a curvaceous Couple near the wall of floor-to-ceiling windows.

Rubbing her aching jaw, she crooked a finger at him, beckoning him to approach. The man grinned knowingly before saying something to his vanilla friends – undoubtedly an excuse regarding where to find the bathroom or the keypad to the room’s private wet bar – and then sauntered over, his 10-inch slab of ebony manhood bobbing menacingly above his nut sac.

“Ain’t nuthin’ I love more than beefin’ a couple a foxy-assed white bitches,” he purred, grabbing his fat dark pecker and giving it a good stroke, as if slicking it with a layer of invisible lube in preparation for its intended target.

“A real man, I see,” the blonde declared, pressing her tits into his chest and reaching down to grope his some of the length of his chocolate-colored cock. “Lay me out somewhere comfortable, stud. I think you’re long overdue to re-arrange my guts with your talented fucking pole.”

The black man wasted no time, folding the petite vixen bridal-style onto the carpeted floor and mounting her, orangutan-style, his broad back to the window and his mammoth cock poised above her blonde quim. Her hand shot down to slather his mushroom tip with her slick secretions, coaxing him to plunge forward, to skewer her with his stroking schlong.

Meanwhile, her brunette bestie was still in a lust-drunk stupor, gyrating her waist in an obscene figure eight in hopes of snagging a cock. She’d nearly given up, feeling the building approximation of orgasm spread through her like the wayward coils of a hot iron when hotck-2, who’d been schtupping a lithe girl of indeterminate ethnicity, plopped his second cock against her lips. She eagerly coated it with a layer of saliva before turning over onto her tummy, positioning her upturned ass directly in front of hotck-2’s kneeeple.

The blonde inside her began to keen, the sound echoing across the carpet and bouncing off the walls as her black lover’s fat cock plowed through her pussy, rippling the smooth walls while his dickhead tapped against the tender bruise of cervical tissue resting at the back of her cunt. She wrapped her legs around his midsection, greedily taking him to the very root of his dick, cramming him as deep into her body as he could physically go.

Stronger, from across the room, one of the Creampie girls, emboldened by a hit of Viagra, was erecting a triple stack of cocks to take down her throat. The girls took turns pounding her open blistered mouth before cumming down her throat, their cocks erupting like geysers, splattering her tonsils with a seemingly bottomless volume of viscous semen that she greedily gulped down. The eyes of the onlooking crowd bulged as the debauched debacle unfolded in the feminine equivalent of an old-fashioned spitting contest.

Their attention was snatched away from the porno-themed contest, however, as a cacophony of high-pitched moans and bellows reached an earsplitting crescendo from the blonde and the black man screwing with enough verve to trigger an earthquake. Their bodies undulated like waves crashing against a rocky beach, smearing copious amounts of amorous fluids on the commercial-grade carpet beneath them.

“Ohhh fuckkkkk!” the blonde screamed, like a car alarm. The black man hammered his fuck pole faster, sinking the girth of his thick ebony cock deeper and deeper inside her raging snatch, slamming hard through the feeling of intense illegitimate penetration tearing fresh ruts inside her hungry hole with each subsequent jab.

“vievi-fuck-mother!” he growled in turnout, clenching his teeth, his face scrunched up in erotic enjoyment. His jet-sized balls seized up, pumping out fountains of thick ass cream, filling her cockpit to the point of spilling out through her stretched cunt lips like a bucket overflowing with pre-mixed cement. The pair cursed, cumming together before collapsing into a pile of debauched arms and legs, their bodies still twitching with the aftershocks of their undoubtedly painful sexual encounter.

But the hotel suite was a hive of unabated parties – cocks were still hard, unattended cunts were still wet and in need of a nice, big dollop of cannonballed semen to plug them until the post-coital congealing occurred and cocks were still twitching in the reaches of vices, teeth and guts. The scene was a smorgasbord of BDSM, jizzkrust, and mental insanity all in one bedroom blowout. Not even the organizers anticipating the bubbly finale to come…