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Authors: Cairo

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Moments later, she collapses on me, panting; her sweaty body hot and slippery. Her heart beats fast and heavy against my chest; the rise and fall of her breathing matching my own. “Damn,” she finally mutters, slowly easing her cum-stained cock out of me.

I am not given a moment to gather my senses before Anonymous is lying on her back and I am slowly easing down on her, my breasts sweeping against her chest. I reach behind me, grab the base of her dick and squeeze. My pussy becomes engulfed in flames as the head of her enormous cock kisses my hungry lips. I gasp as the mouth of my pussy stretches wide to fit around her, snapping snugly around the thickness of her long black dick. She tells me it’s twelve inches.

Twelve inches?

Yes, twelve inches of silicone attached to this beautiful hard-bodied stud. And she expects me to take it all. I start to tremble, half-squatting, half-sitting. I brace myself against her chest. I let out a loud moan.

Her hands find their way along my hips.

“Yeah, ma, open that tight lil pussy up for me,” she coaxes, digging her fingertips into my flesh.

I gasp. Another moan escaping from the back of my throat as I envelope her—burying her into my wetness. “Oooh, yesssss . . . mmmm . . .”

“That’s it, baby . . . aaah, yeah . . . ride that dick . . .”

I slide all the way down on her, the ridged base of her cock tickling my clit as I lean forward and place my lips flush against her ear. “Oooh, your dick’s so big . . . my pussy feels so stuffed . . .”

I slowly rise, then plunge deep down onto her, gyrating my hips.

Rise.

Plunge.

Rise.

Plunge.

I am finding a rhythm that matches hers. She thrusts up into me, causing me to bite down on my bottom lip. A sweet pain rips through me, stretching me, as I begin my gallop.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

Her hard dick feels so fucking good.

Ooooh, yes, Lord God!

I am pushing.

She is pushing.

Our sexual undertaking becomes fast, fluid, rippling movements of pleasure. Everything about her seems to fit . . . perfectly. I gyrate myself atop of her. She reaches for me and kneads my nipples between her fingers as I roll my hips fast and deep, gripping every inch of her. Piercing heat courses through my skin, through my breasts, through my pussy, then settles on the tip of my clit. I am on the brink of coming. With each upward thrust, she hits the edges of my building orgasm, stoking the fire, taunting it out of me; the walls of my cunt strain against her rapid strokes.

I am bucking my hips, my breasts rapidly bouncing in sync with my gallop along the length of her long dick. Her hands steady on either side of my hips, bracing my ride.

“Yeah, fuck that dick, baby . . .”

“Mmmm . . . ooooh, aaaaaah . . . yessssss . . .”

Several more deep, probing strokes and I am coming—my pussy fusing, melting, over silicone. What’s left of the oxygen in my lungs has slipped out of me, causing me to feel lightheaded and weak. Anonymous slaps me on the ass, hard.

“Don’t get tired on me now, baby. This shit’s just starting to pop. Get up and get on ya motherfuckin’ knees for me. I want that pretty ass of yours up in the air.”

I feel my pulse quicken as she rolls me off of her. That quick, I have found my second wind, bracing myself in heated anticipation for round two as she gently gathers my hands behind my back and holds my wrists together as she jams her cock into my pussy.

I yelp. She fucks me, deep. Fucks into that sweet spot inside of me, causing a rushing wave of wet heat to splash out of me. Pleasure and pain swim to the surface, then pull me under, drowning me.

I give into the sensation; surrender to the waves’ undertow.

And scream.

The room is spinning. My mind is racing. My vision is blurred. I can’t recall when we changed positions again, but I am now on my side. Sandwiched in the middle of Anonymous and The Pussy Pleaser. The sweet musky scent of sweat and horny pussy surround us. The Pussy Pleaser is slowly grinding up against my ass. The weight of her cock presses against the seam of my ass. I moan, pushing back against it, my hot cunt spasms. I reach behind me and slowly jerk her cock in my hand as her lips, her teeth, graze my neck and earlobe. Anonymous’ lips are on mine. Our mouths open, out tongues meet, then swirl. The kiss deepens as she kneads my breasts, rolling my nipples between her fingers. I moan. Suck on her tongue. Swallow it in as deep as it’ll go, as if it were a miniature dick, a hard wet clit.

One hand snakes between my thighs, pressing against my clit, pinching it, then rubbing slow circles over it. Another hand is in between my ass cheeks, pulling them apart. Fingers slide into my pussy. Slide down the cleft of my ass. I am humping hands, sucking fingers deeper into my pussy; clamping fingers between my ass cheeks.

My moans fill the room.

Without a word spoken, The Pussy Pleaser lifts up my left leg and Anonymous slowly slides her long dick into my wetness. The thought, the knowing, of having both of my holes filled by two sexy studs causes a delicious surge of heat and contractions to sweep through my pussy.

Anonymous is now holding my leg, thrusting slow and deep while The Pussy Pleaser spreads open my ass. She licks her fingers, then inserts them into my ass. I moan and grind. Anonymous sucks my nipple into her mouth, bites down on it as The Pussy Pleaser finger-fucks my ass, testing and teasing and taunting my hole.

“Oooooh, yessss . . . mmmmm . . . uhhh . . .”

The Pussy Pleaser’s fingers slide out of my open and ready ass, pressing the head of her cock against its center. I push my luscious ass back, begging for it. And she gives it to me—all of it. Inch by inch, pushing into my ass. She is now holding my leg up, fucking into my ass. Anonymous pinches my clit, fucking into my pussy.

“Yeah, baby,” The Pussy Pleaser mutters against my earlobe, “you like two stud dicks in your tight ass and pussy, don’t you . . .?”

I gasp.

Air catches in the back of my throat and I choke on a moan. They are both stroking a blazing fire inside of me. Anonymous fucks into the wet flames of my pussy. The Pussy Pleaser fucks into the steamy tight heat of my ass. Together, the two of them are working their magic sticks, causing my cunt and asshole to do all types of delicious tricks.

Anonymous draws my leg over her hip, opening me farther to her strokes, to The Pussy Pleaser’s strokes. They have me trapped between the heat and wetness. Between the delights of their cocks and the slick sound of my pussy, swishing and sloshing as they pump into me, pushing deep, stretching wide.

“Yes, oh God, yesssss . . . fuuuuuck meeeee . . . ooooh, motherfuckgoddamnshit . . . mmmm . . .”

The three of us, together, are moving to the same beat . . . fucking, fucking, fucking. I am grinding and pumping and squeezing my pussy; grinding and pumping and squeezing my ass.

“Yeah, you a lil freaky-ass, ain’t you, ma? Takin’ all this dick . . .”

“Yeah, ma, fuck them stud dicks . . .”

“Yeah, baby . . . we’re gonna keep you coming back for more of this stud cock . . .”

“Yeah, ma . . . when we’re done with you, this is gonna be ya second home . . .”

I am not sure who is saying what. The room is spinning, fast. I shut my eyes. My entire body becomes an inferno. I am melting against the thrust of their dicks, melding into sweat and slick juices.

“Ooooh . . . yes, yes, yes . . .”

Anonymous grunts, her mouth finding mine, her hot tongue pushing into my mouth swirling into a pool of drool. The Pussy Pleaser grunts, her pussy-scented breath hot against my ear.

“Yeah, ma, nut all over these cocks . . .”

“You wanna nut out ya ass . . .”

“Yeah, ma, give me that sweet, wet pussy . . .”

“You hooked on The Stud Palace, aren’t you . . .?”

I grunt.

“Yeah, she is . . .”

I moan.

“Last call for alcohol . . .”

I gasp.

“You gonna keep coming back for this dick . . .?”

I am lost in the heat, lost in the strokes, lost in the moans and groans, lost in the intoxicating scent of aroused pussy, the waves of pleasure swelling through my body. I am on the brink of an enormous orgasm.

Juices, warm and sticky, flood my pussy. It clenches and unclenches. I am bucking against the swell of a tidal wave, muttering out incoherent words. A strong desire to weep overcomes me. My head cranes over my shoulder; my wet gaze flickers toward the door. I am being fucked too good to be in shock at the realization that I am being watched . . .
we
are being watched.

“Oh, God, yesssss! Yessss! Yessssssss!” I scream out, finally finding my voice, losing myself in uninhibited grunts and growls as I’m being ravished from the front and the back, being watched, being fucked. Stud bois licking their lips, gawking. Their rubber cocks dangling from harnesses, taking in the show. My show. My first performance, live and direct, at The Stud Palace.

Anonymous and The Pussy Pleaser are seesawing into me, working my holes in sync. As one cock glides in, the other glides out, slicing into heat. They pump hard and fast. Possessing my pussy, owning my ass.

I close my eyes, tight.

Behind my lids a kaleidoscope of red and orange and yellow swirl around blue and green and purple. I become engulfed in flames. Fire licks down my spine.

I thrust my hips into the blaze.

And . . . come.

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