Starving VI: Filthy

The second the suite door locked, all three of them lost it.

Victor shoved me hard against the wall, ripping the straps of my dress down so my heavy tits spilled out. He grabbed them roughly, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises. Like he wanted to pop it off.

“These fat fucking udders,” he growled, slapping my left tit so it bounced. “Been wanting to abuse these since I saw them jiggling in that video.”

Marcus yanked my dress all the way up to my waist and ripped my thong clean off, tearing the fabric. Two thick fingers slammed into my pussy without warning.

“Goddamn, this married cunt is dripping,” he laughed. “You really are a desperate slut, huh?”

Jax grabbed my hair from behind and forced me down to my knees on the carpet.

“Open that whore mouth.”

All three cocks came out at once. They appeared thick, veiny, rock hard. Much bigger than Damien’s. They slapped my face with them, they felt heavy, meaty thuds against my cheeks, my lips, my tongue.

I opened wide like a greedy bitch.

Victor went first, shoving every inch down my throat in one fuckin brutal thrust. I gagged violently, eyes watering instantly. He didn’t care. He fucked my face violently like he wanted to spill blood, balls slapping my chin continuously.

“Take it, you cheating slut. Choke on real dick.”

Marcus and Jax took turns forcing their way in too. At one point, two cocks were stretching my mouth at the same time, bulging my cheeks, making me drool uncontrollably. Thick strings of spit hung from my chin and dripped onto my tits. My mascara was already running down my face.

They kept passing my head around like a toy, slapping my cheeks when I gasped for air.

“Look at this nasty fucking wife,” Jax grunted. “Damien’s out there shaking hands while we’re in here turning his wife into a cumdump.” He chuckled darkly.

They dragged me to the big couch and threw me on my back. Victor climbed between my legs and rammed his fat cock so freakin deep into my pussy in one nasty stroke.

“Fuuuuck!” I screamed.

He fucked me senselessly hard 'n mean, delivering punishing strokes that made my tits bounce wildly. Marcus straddled my chest, shoved his cock between my tits and started tit-fucking me, pinching my nipples raw. Jax forced his dick back down my throat.

I was completely stuffed as every hole was being used.

Victor suddenly pulled out and flipped me over like a ragdoll. He spread my ass cheeks and spat directly on my asshole before pushing his thick cockhead against it.

“Wait wait- fuck..!” I gasped out, tears filling my eyes massively.

Too late. He forced it in. The burn was insane and terrible in the best way possible. I screamed around Jax’s cock as Victor buried his entire dick in my ass.

“Take it in your shithole, bitch,” Victor groaned, starting to pound me.

They rotated like that for the next twenty minutes, switching holes, using me with zero mercy. One in my pussy, one in my ass, one down my throat. Sometimes they double-stuffed my pussy and sometimes they made me ride one while sucking the other two sloppy as both spit, cum and something way salty flooded on the floor like streams.

My pussy was creaming so much it was running down my thighs. My asshole was gaping, while spit and tears covered my face.

At one point they had me on all fours like a fuckin puppy 🐕.

Marcus was destroying my pussy from behind while Victor fucked my throat. Jax was filming it on his phone.

“Smile for the camera, Mrs. Cross,” Jax laughed. “Damien needs to see what a nasty anal whore his wife really is.”

I came so hard my legs gave out. Like I literally couldn't feel them no more, but even then they didn’t stop--they just kept using my body ruthlessly.

They laughed and went even harder.

At one point they had me in full airborne -- Marcus and Victor holding my legs wide open while they took turns slamming into my pussy and ass. Jax was throat-fucking me upside down. Slapping my chicks red harder anytime I pull out to catch air. Cum and spit was everywhere. My makeup was destroyed, mascara running down my face in black streaks.

I came so many times I lost count. Squirting all over their cocks, shaking, crying, begging for more like a broken whore.

Victor pulled out of my ass and pushed me onto my back again. All three of them stood over me, stroking their cocks furiously.

“Open your fucking mouth, tongue out.”

I obeyed like a broken slut.

They started unloading.

Victor came firstly, shooting thick hot gummy ropes all over my face, painting my tongue, my cheeks, my forehead. Marcus aimed for my tits, covering them in heavy spurts. Jax jerked off right over my open mouth and unloaded straight down my throat, making me choke and cough.

I swallowed what I could. The rest dripped down my chin, onto my neck and ruined tits.

I lay there panting, covered in cum, pussy and asshole throbbing, when the suite door opened.

A fourth man walked in.

He was older, maybe late 40s, built solid with a cruel smile and behind him… Patricia...

She was already half-naked, dress pulled down, lipstick smeared. She looked at me, saw the state I was in, covered in cum, holes gaping, shaking on the floor, and she actually smiled.

“Look at you, babe,” she said, voice husky. “Getting properly fucked for once.”

The fourth man, who they called Derek, grabbed Patricia by the hair and pushed her down next to me.

“Time to share your friend,” he said.

“Well fuck me,” he said also, already unzipping. “You weren’t lying, Patricia. She really is a total cumdump.”

Patricia dropped to her knees beside me, kissing me sloppily, tasting the cum on my lips.

“Ready for round two, baby?” she whispered against my mouth. “These four are gonna destroy both of us tonight.”

I looked up at the four big men standing right over us, cocks already getting hard again. Hardening on me and Patrica's face.

My body was sore, dripping, and completely used…

But I smiled.

And so did Pat.