Gangbanged by Strangers: Recked

The hotel room door barely clicked shut before hands were all over me. Not gentle. Not careful. Hungry.

Mike shoved me backward onto the nearest bed so hard my back bounced on the mattress. The lamp cast ugly yellow light across the room, but nobody cared about romance. My head was still spinning from the vodka and the walk from the car, but the ache between my legs was already building again — that desperate, angry need to be used until I couldn’t remember my own name.

“Strip,” Derek growled, already yanking my tank top up and over my head. My bra followed a second later, ripped off with one rough tug that made my tits spill out. Tony grabbed my skirt and panties in one go, dragging them down my legs so fast I almost lost balance. I was naked in seconds, flushed and breathing hard.

Carlos didn’t wait. He shoved my thighs apart with his massive hands and buried his face in my pussy like a starving man. I felt his beard tickling my thigh as his tongue licked all my early juices.

His tongue was thick and aggressive, lapping at my clit before shoving straight inside me. I gasped, hips jerking and back arching, but Mike clamped a hand over my mouth.

“Keep it down, slut. We don’t need the whole floor hearing what a desperate little whore you are tonight.”

The words should’ve pissed me off, but instead they made me wetter. I moaned into his palm as Carlos ate me like he was trying to punish my pussy - sucking hard on my clit, sucking my clitoris like he wanted to pull it off, two thick fingers slamming in and out.

My slippery juices were already dripping down his chin.

They didn’t take turns nicely. They just took.

Tony unzipped and pulled out his cock first, hard 'n veiny, already leaking. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and forced my head to the side. “Open.” I barely had time to part my lips before he shoved it down my throat. I gagged instantly, eyes already watering, but he just pushed deeper, fucking my face with short, brutal strokes while Carlos kept devouring my clit.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” Carlos grunted against my pussy. He stood up suddenly, wiped his mouth, and freed his cock. Jesus - it was massive. Long, thick as my wrist, the head angry and purple. He didn’t tease. He lined up and slammed right into me in one savage thrust.

I screamed around Tony’s cock. The stretch burned, my walls forced open wider than they’d ever been. It hurt so good I saw stars.

Carlos didn’t give me a second to adjust, he just started pounding me, hips slapping loud against my ass, balls smacking my skin with every violent stroke. Each thrust felt like he was trying to split me in half.

Mike and Derek weren’t idle. Mike pinched my nipples hard, twisting them until I whimpered. Derek reached between us and rubbed my clit in rough circles, laughing when my pussy clenched and squirted around Carlos’s huge dick.

“Look at this greedy cunt,” Derek said. “Already creaming all over a stranger’s cock. Your boyfriend must’ve had a tiny dick if you’re this fucking sloppy.”

They rotated like animals. Carlos pulled out with a wet pop and Mike took his place, driving in even harder, using the cum and spit already leaking from me as lube.

Tony kept face-fucking me until drool ran down my chin and tears streamed from my eyes, my eyes blurred.

Then Derek took a turn in my mouth next, gripping my hair like handles and skull-fucking me until I was choking and gasping for air.

“Gonna wreck this pussy,” Mike snarled, slamming into me so deep I felt him in my stomach. “Forget that cheating piece of shit. Tonight you’re our cumdump.”

I came hard the first time - my legs shaking and my pussy gushing around Mike’s cock while I screamed around Derek’s dick. But that didn't stop them. If anything, they got rougher.

They flipped me onto all fours. Carlos mounted me from behind like a bull, his huge cock stretching me again while Tony shoved back into my throat. Derek slid underneath me and sucked my tits raw, biting my nipples until they throbbed.

Mike stood beside the bed, stroking his cock and feeding it to me whenever Tony pulled out.

“Beg for it,” Carlos grunted, spanking my ass hard enough to leave marks. “Beg our loads, you dirty little slut.”

“Please—” I gasped when they let me breathe. my breath hollow and desperate for oxygen “Cum inside me... fill me up- I want it.”

They did.

Mike went first, pinning me down and pumping me full with deep, grinding thrusts, groaning as thick ropes flooded my cunt. Tony followed right after, pulling out of my mouth at the last second only to shove back into my pussy and unload. Derek took his turn, fucking me like he hated me, calling me every filthy name while he bred me. Carlos was last, he was the biggest, and the roughest. He gripped my hips bruisingly and railed me until I was sobbing with pleasure, then buried himself to the balls and flooded me with so much cum it immediately started leaking out around his shaft in thick white globs.

I collapsed onto the bed, wrecked, thighs trembling, pussy gaping and overflowing with four loads of hot stranger cum. My makeup was ruined, hair a mess and body covered in handprints and bite marks.

Mike smirked down at me, cock still half-hard and shiny. “Catch your breath, whore. We’re doing that again in ten minutes, and this time we’re taking that tight little ass too.”

I smiled through the haze, sore, dripping, and finally, blissfully empty of everything except the rough, filthy feeling of being completely used.