HOTWIFE | GANGBANG | VOYEUR | QoS SLUTWIFE
Queen of February
Your wife is the ultimate prize for a gangbang!
I was in a hotel room with my wife and multiple black men — five in number — and I assumed initially that they weren’t enough to satisfy her. But I was wrong. I could have been right, but I’ve been surprised too many times by Ellen, and I’ve learned never to assume anything when she’s engaged with other men.
The men came at Ellen the instant I invited them in and shut the door. They spurned her around and murmured their appreciation while caressing, fondling, and squeezing various parts of her body. They grabbed her voluptuous butt and squeezed her breast behind her dress until someone assumed the mantle of leadership and directed everyone to discard their clothes. Ellen remained in their midst as the object of their desire.
This was my gift to the men and to Ellen in celebration of February. Ellen had always wanted to do something special to celebrate Black History Month; what better opportunity than to invite several lovers over and pleasure them simultaneously.
Ellen succumbed as they came at her, rubbing their cocks against her butt and thighs. They kissed her passionately and did the same to each pair of tits. Ellen stroked their cocks and laughed joyously as they hurried her out of her clothes; the room’s atmosphere was growing intense with impending sex. My penis was hard in my jeans, and I was wetting my lips in anticipation of what was about to unfold. The AC unit was on full blast, though the windows were partly open.
The men were gisting simultaneously, all attempting to talk over each other while jostling over who demanded much attention from my wife. This is what Ellen loves: being the center of attraction amongst her men. She dropped to her knees, and cocks were jammed at her face before she had time to redress her hair. She stroked two cocks simultaneously while one got shoved between her wide pair of lips. The men crowded around her, barely allowing me to see how the action was going. Ellen sucked one black cock after another, spitting gobs of spit while still jerking two cocks with both hands. One of the bulls lay on the floor and fingered her cunt, making her moan in response. Still, she maintained her output.
This wasn’t Ellen’s first gangbang rodeo. She had multiple lovers capable of satisfying her when we’re home. Currently, we are miles away, down in Tampa, Florida. Away from the wretched cold that was up north. We arrived a week ago, and it took Ellen less time to search for decent, suitable men to fuck; I assisted in the search, as it was the least I could do. Ellen prefers being with single men, but when the urge demands that she be with multiple, it is a desire she can’t deny.
The good thing was that I had ensured each of the five men in the room had been clinically tested and clean. Ellen disdained her men from wearing condoms. I agreed with her; nothing arouses me more than seeing her pussy flooded by loads of cum.
Ellen let go of the prick she was sucking and opted to scream aloud her lust as the man didn’t let down from rapid-pounding her pussy from behind.
Ellen loves foreplay. She loves sucking black cock to the point of it cumming in her mouth. She wouldn’t mind going for hours with these five gentlemen, but they were impatient and demanded sex. They pulled her to the bed, had her on her knees, and one of them punctured her vagina with his hammer while others got in front of her, letting her suck on their pipe. The other men stood in a semi-circle, jerking their erections while awaiting their turn. They kept talking and laughing and often smacked Ellen’s butt to get her worked up. The man fucking her kept up a steady tempo, barely slowing down until one of his buddies had to pull him off to make way for another.
The second guy was skinny and had his jeans bunched around his ankles. He rubbed spit on his cock before shoving it between her ass cheeks. Ellen shuddered the instant the bull connected with her. The others broke into wild laughter as it was apparent they were starting to break her will power — a horny slut like my wife can only take as much punishment before her wall of toughness starts to break. For Ellen, that occurs when the fucking beats her expectations, which is what she loves about partaking in gangbangs. Out of the multiple men, she reckoned several would pound her harder than the rest.
They rolled her over, and then she got to straddling one bull after another. I passed one of the men a bottle of lube; he knew what to do with it.
Ellen let go of the prick she was sucking and opted to scream aloud her lust as the man didn’t let down from rapid-pounding her pussy from behind. One of his buddies had to tap his shoulder before he realized his time was up for another to take his place. The third man did fuck her good, but not to the standard of the second; I kept my eye on the second guy, waiting for when he’d have her again.
Like that, the men had their turn before they got her on the bed to try out a new position. Three out of the five had given Ellen the best damn fucking, so far. Things didn’t let up as she lay on her back, things didn’t let up, and they mounted her individually. One straddled her face so he could fuck her mouth while holding her feet over her head so his buddy could dig deep into her pussy. My penis had left a wet marker on my jeans by this time. I was clutching my groin hard; I would have loved to masturbate, but I didn’t want to lose sight of the action. When it comes to seeing Ellen get fucked, I barely wanted to do anything else but watch.
Ellen tensed, gasped, and unleashed a fiery whimper as the bull adjusted his stance, grabbed onto her shoulders, and began jerking his hips…
The men slammed harder and harder into her cunt. Ellen responded by groaning louder, even with her mouth choking on one black cock after another. One even lay over her and slid both hands underneath to grasp her butt while working his hips and thighs at a steady tempo. Ellen’s feet kicked and jerked into the air. She screamed that she was about to cum, and demanded to be fucked harder.
The men laughed: her wall had finally been broken.
The men upped their game and fucked her as she demanded.
One shot his load over Ellen’s face, and she sucked his prick even as he lathered her cheeks with his semen.
They rolled her over, and then she got to straddling one bull after another. I passed one of the men a bottle of lube; he knew what to do with it. The bull splattered the lube lotion over Ellen’s butt and then rubbed it over her cheeks until her butt glistened with the reflection of the sun bouncing off the window panes. He rubbed some of it, too, on his prick, positioned himself behind her, and then lowered himself.
The bull tore his way into Ellen’s anus. Ellen tensed, gasped, and unleashed a fiery whimper as the bull adjusted his stance, grabbed onto her shoulders, and began jerking his hips; his thigh muscles tensed as he continued his torturous activity. Ellen loved it. She attempted to rotate her butt to consume more of both men jammed inside her. It wasn’t long before she broke into another fierce shudder and groaned aloud, and I realized she had climaxed again.
The other men took turns fucking her asshole. They lay her on the bed in a spooning position, and the second bull got behind her and kept thrusting and fucking her anal hole like he was pounding her pussy like before. Another of his buddies lay in front of her and worked his prick into her pussy. Ellen had never been as pleasured as she was today.
The men came all over her: her face, her breasts, inside her pussy, over her butt, and in her asshole, too. I knew I was going to have as much pleasure cleaning her asshole than ever.
Some stuck around to fuck another round, while others packed up and told me they would return tomorrow. The second bull stayed behind. Ellen demanded that he did, even though he appeared drained; I knew she couldn’t wait to enjoy him again. She gestured at me to clean her pussy, which I lovingly did, then she went into the bathroom to shower while I called up room service and demanded a large lunch.
Black History Month had begun, and already, my wife was turning out to be the Queen of February.
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