Chapter 2: Gangbang Control
Ellie got fucked deep, real deep, as she looked at the camera
The studio lights burned hot against Ellie's sweat-slicked skin as she arched her back, taking every inch of the thick cock pounding into her. "You filming this, Darius?" she shouted over the wet slap of flesh, her voice raw from screaming. She winked at the camera lens, her blue eyes glazed with pleasure but still sharp with mischief. "Make sure you get my good side...all of them!"
Her fingers dug into the man's muscular ass, nails leaving crescent moons in his dark skin as she pulled him deeper. "You like that, big boy?" she purred, her breath hitching as his cock hit that sweet spot inside her. "You like knowing you're fucking a married woman on camera?" His only response was a guttural groan, his hips snapping forward with enough force to make the couch legs screech across the floor.
Ellie threw her head back, her long brown hair sticking to her shoulders in damp strands. "Harder," she demanded, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I want to feel you all the way to my soul." The man obliged, his massive hands gripping her waist as he pistoned into her with brutal efficiency. Ellie's moans turned to shrieks, her body convulsing beneath him as another orgasm tore through her.
Her gaze flicked to Ritchie standing awkwardly near the craft services table, his face a mask of conflicted arousal. "Hey, honey," she called out between ragged breaths, "you getting turned on yet?" The man behind her chose that moment to slam particularly deep, making her yelp. "You like seeing your wife get plowed by a real man?"
Ritchie's throat worked as he swallowed hard, his fingers twitching at his sides. "Yeah, baby," he managed, his voice barely audible over the sounds of skin slapping against skin. "You're doing great."
Ellie twisted beneath the man's weight. Her 36HH tits swayed with each brutal thrust, nipples hard and glistening with sweat. "That's right baby," she moaned, locking eyes with Ritchie across the room, "watch me get fucked properly."
The man above her slowed his thrusts, sweat dripping from his brow onto her heaving chest. His thick fingers dug into her hips as he smirked down at her. "Your husband ever make you scream like this?"
Ellie laughed breathlessly, running her hands up his corded forearms. "Ritchie? Please." She arched her back, grinding her hips against his. "His little dick couldn't make me whimper if he tried." The insult hung in the air between them, electric and dangerous.
His answering thrust knocked the breath from her lungs. "Then let's give him a real show." Ellie's head thrashed against the leather as he pounded into her, each stroke hitting deeper than the last. She could feel Ritchie's gaze burning into her skin, could practically hear his teeth grinding from across the room.
"Fuck yes!" she screamed, her nails raking down the man's back. "Just like that! Harder!" The slap of their bodies echoed through the studio, mixing with the low hum of camera equipment. Ellie's thighs trembled as another orgasm built inside her, coiling tighter with each brutal thrust.
She reached down, fingers finding her swollen clit. "Gonna cum again," she panted, rubbing frantic circles. "Gonna cum all over this big black cock!" The man above her growled, his pace turning erratic. Ellie's back arched off the couch as pleasure ripped through her, her scream shattering into breathless whimpers.
Just as she peaked, he pulled out with a wet pop. Ellie whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her pussy clenching around nothing. "No no no,"
she protested, reaching back blindly for the cock that had just abandoned her. Her fingers found only air and the slick mess between her thighs.
She pushed herself up on trembling arms, strands of sweat-damp hair sticking to her flushed cheeks. The studio lights burned hotter than before, casting long shadows across the fifteen men still waiting their turn. Ellie licked her lips, tasting salt and sex as her gaze traveled over each muscular frame.
Her eyes locked onto the tallest one in the back - a wall of muscle with arms thicker than her thighs. "You," she rasped, pointing with a finger still glistening from where she'd touched herself. "I want you next."
The man - Kong, according to his name tattoo - grinned slow and dangerous. "Took you long enough," he rumbled, his voice vibrating through the floorboards. His cock twitched against his thigh, already fully hard and glistening at the tip.
Ellie's breath hitched at the sheer size of him. She stood on unsteady legs, and she crossed the room. Her fingers wrapped around Kong's wrist, feeling his pulse hammer beneath dark skin. "Come show me what that monster can do," she said, tugging him toward the couch.
Kong followed easily, his free hand palming her ass as they walked. "Careful what you wish for, snowbunny," he chuckled, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp.
Ellie rolled her hips deliberately as she walked, making sure Ritchie got an eyeful of how eagerly she guided Kong toward the couch.
Ellie caught Ritchie's eye briefly—his fingers digging into his thighs as he watched—before turning her full attention to Kong.
Kong let out a low growl that vibrated through Ellie's hand still clutching his wrist. "Ain't had a tiny thing like you handle me before," he rumbled, his massive palm molding against the curve of her ass.
"You complaining?" Ellie smirked over her shoulder, deliberately brushing her tits against his chest as she maneuvered him toward the couch.
"I like a challenge," she murmured, her breath hitching when his fingers dug into her hips hard enough to leave bruises.
She planted both hands on Kong's chest, feeling the solid wall of muscle barely yield beneath her palms. His skin burned hot under her touch, sweat-slick and vibrating with restrained power. "Lay back, big boy," she commanded, her voice dropping to a husky rasp that made his cock twitch against her thigh. "Time for you to be my fucktoy."
Kong raised an eyebrow, his dark eyes glinting with amusement as a slow smile spread across his face. "Feisty," he rumbled, the word vibrating through her fingertips still pressed against his pectorals. He complied without breaking eye contact, lowering his massive frame onto the worn leather cushions with a creak of protesting springs.
Ellie climbed onto him with feline grace, her knees pressing his wrists into the couch as she loomed over his face. Her 36HH tits swayed dangerously close to his mouth, nipples brushing his lips with each deliberate movement. "Let's settle something," she murmured, grinding her wet pussy against his sternum. "Who's really in charge here?"
Kong's nostrils flared as her musky scent filled his lungs, his cock twitching against his stomach. "Feels like you are," he rumbled, testing her grip by flexing his trapped arms.
Ellie rewarded his honesty by lowering her chest until her nipple grazed his tongue. "Damn right I am." She arched her back, smothering his face in soft flesh as her hand snaked down his torso.
Her fingers closed around his shaft—thick as her wrist, pulsing with heat. "Jesus fucking Christ," she breathed, her grip barely meeting around his girth. The vein along the underside throbbed against her palm as she gave an experimental stroke. "You're built like a fucking horse."
Ellie's fingers barely met around Kong's girth as she stroked him, her thumb smearing pre-cum across his swollen head.
The vein running along his shaft pulsed against her palm like a live wire. "Jesus," she breathed, her mouth suddenly dry. "You're fucking enormous."
Kong chuckled, the deep rumble vibrating through her thighs pressed against his hips. "That's what they tell me," he said, his dark eyes glinting under the studio lights. "Thirteen inches, give or take." His calloused fingers traced her inner thigh, making her shiver. "You think you can handle all that, snowbunny?"
Ellie smirked, tightening her grip until his cock twitched in her hand. "Only one way to find out," she purred,
Ellie leaned forward, her 36HH breasts swaying between them as she pressed her lips to Kong's. The kiss started slow—just the brush of lips—then deepened as her tongue slid against his, tasting salt and the faint tang of tobacco. His hands flew to her hips, fingers digging into soft flesh as she moaned into his mouth.
She pulled back just enough to whisper against his lips, "Ready for this, Kong?" Her breath hitched when his cock jumped against her stomach.
Kong's pupils swallowed his irises, his grip tightening until she knew there'd be bruises tomorrow. "I was born ready, snowbunny," he growled, the words vibrating through her chest.
Ellie rocked her hips, her wetness smearing across his abs. "Oh, I will," she promised, rolling her nipples against his pecs. She shifted her weight, the swollen head of his cock pressing against her entrance.
The stretch burned—just enough to make her gasp. Ellie froze, her pussy fluttering around the tip. "You getting this, Darius?" she called over her shoulder, voice shaking. The camera zoomed in, capturing the way her lips strained around Kong's girth.
She sank down another inch, her inner walls clamping down in protest. "Oh fuck," she whimpered, nails biting into Kong's shoulders.
Her gaze found Ritchie's—his knuckles white where they gripped his knees. "You watching, honey?" she taunted, lowering herself further. Kong's cock stretched her obscenely, veins pulsing inside her.
Ellie's breath came in ragged gasps as she lowered herself millimeter by millimeter, her pussy lips flaring around his monstrous girth. "Fuck me," she whimpered, her thighs trembling violently. "Oh Jesus fuck, you're splitting me in half."
His hands tightened on her hips, callouses scraping against sweat-slick skin. "Easy now," he rumbled, watching her face contort with each inch she took. "Breathe through it, snowbunny."
Ellie's nails dug half-moons into Kong's chest as her inner walls fluttered around the intrusion. The stretch burned like fire, her pussy struggling to accommodate what no woman should reasonably take. "Ohgodohgod," she chanted, her voice breaking as another inch disappeared inside her.
She could feel him pressing against her cervix, an impossible pressure deep in her core. The studio lights blurred as tears welled in her eyes. "Darius, you getting this?" she gasped, forcing a smirk for the camera despite the pain.
Kong's thumb found her clit, rubbing rough circles that sent sparks up her spine. "That's it," he murmured, watching her body betray her with each involuntary twitch. "Take it all like a good little slut."
Ellie's back arched violently when his cockhead kissed her cervix. The pain sharpened into something electric, her muscles clamping down in protest. "Fuck! Fuck! It's too—"
"Shhh," Kong soothed, his free hand cupping her jaw. His dark eyes held hers as he guided her hips down the final inch. "Just let go."
The pop of her cervix giving way sent white-hot pleasure lancing through her womb. Ellie's scream shattered glass somewhere, her body convulsing around the cock now buried impossibly deep. "MOTHERFUCKER!" she howled, her vision swimming with black spots.
Kong's cock stretched her beyond comprehension, the thick shaft pulsing inside her womb. Her fingers scrabbled against his chest, nails leaving angry red trails as she fought to breathe through the overwhelming fullness.
"Easy now," Kong rumbled, his massive hands steadying her trembling hips. His voice vibrated through her chest where their skin stuck together with sweat. "Breathe through it, snowbunny."
A wave of dizziness crashed over Ellie as her cervix spasmed around the invading cock. She squeezed her eyes shut, tears leaking down her flushed cheeks. "Oh Jesus," she gasped, her voice cracking, "your cock is inside my womb!"
Ellie's head lolled back, her vision swimming as his cock stretched her beyond anything she'd ever felt. She could feel every ridge, every throbbing vein carving itself into her inner walls. "F-fuck," she slurred, her tongue heavy in her mouth, "you're rearranging my fucking organs."
Kong remained perfectly still beneath her, his dark skin gleaming under the harsh studio lights. The camera zoomed in tight on their connection—her pussy lips stretched obscenely around his girth, the outline of his cock visibly bulging her lower abdomen. Ellie's fingers trembled as she traced the unnatural protrusion, her breath hitching when she felt the thick vein pulsing beneath her skin.
"Don't... move," she managed through clenched teeth, swallowing back the bile rising in her throat. Sweat dripped from her chin onto Kong's chest, mixing with the sheen already coating his torso.
Darius' voice cut through the heavy silence. "Hold that position, Ellie." The camera operator adjusted the lens with a quiet click. "The lighting's perfect."
The camera lens whirred closer, its red recording light burning into Ellie's retinas. Kong remained motionless beneath her - a dark statue carved from sweat-slicked muscle and restrained power. His cock pulsed inside her womb, each heartbeat sending fresh waves of heat through her stretched tissues.
Ellie swallowed hard, her throat clicking with the motion. The camera zoomed tighter, its cold glass eye capturing every detail of the obscene bulge distorting her abdomen. She could see the outline of Kong's cock pressing against her skin from within, the thick veins creating ridges beneath her flesh. "Jesus," she whispered, watching her stomach move with his slightest twitch.
The camera zoomed in closer, its lens fogging slightly from the heat radiating off their tangled bodies. Ellie licked her lips, tasting salt and sex as she locked eyes with the glass. "You seeing this,?" Her fingers traced the obscene bulge beneath her skin. "This is Kong's cock...all thirteen inches of it." The words came out hoarse, her throat raw from screaming. "And right now, it's inside my fucking womb."
She let the silence stretch, the only sound the hum of studio lights and Kong's ragged breathing beneath her. A slow smirk curled her lips as she met the camera's unblinking gaze. "You ever wonder what it feels like?" Her hips rolled slightly, making Kong groan. "To be stretched so wide you can't think straight?"
The camera zoomed in tighter as she dragged a fingertip along the vein pulsing beneath her skin. "It's like molten lava pouring through every nerve." Her back arched as Kong shifted inside her. "Hurts so good you forget your own name."
Ellie's breath hitched when his cock twitched deep in her womb. "Oh fuck," she gasped, nails biting into Kong's chest. "Every tiny movement...gives me these little orgasms." Her thighs trembled violently. "Like electric shocks...fuck...right to my core."
Ritchie made a strangled noise from the sidelines. Ellie's gaze snapped to him, her lips curling in a feral grin. "You getting this, baby?" She ground down hard on Kong, making them both gasp. "This is what real dick feels like."
The studio lights burned hotter as she turned back to the camera, sweat dripping between her breasts. "Some women want flowers and sweet nothings." Kong's cock pulsed inside her, drawing a whimper. "I want to be split open...filled beyond reason." Another micro-spasm rocked through her, her inner walls fluttering around Kong's girth. "There it is again," she moaned, fingers digging into her own thighs. "Those little orgasms...fuck...they never stop."
Ellie's thighs trembled as she lifted herself off Kong's cock, her pussy making a wet, sucking sound as it reluctantly released his girth. The sudden emptiness made her whimper, her swollen lips twitching around nothing. She hovered there for a moment, straddling his hips while her juices dripped onto his abs.
"Bet you're wondering what that looks like, huh?" she rasped, winking at the camera lens. Her fingers trailed down her stomach, coming to rest just above where Kong's cock had been moments before.
With deliberate slowness, she turned around, her back now facing Kong
as she positioned herself over him. The camera caught every detail—the way her ass cheeks glistened with sweat and her own juices, the slight tremble in her thighs as she hovered above him.
"This," Ellie breathed, her voice rough from screaming, "is how a real slut rides." She locked eyes with the lens, pupils blown wide with lust, before slowly lowering herself.
Kong's cockhead pressed against her swollen entrance, stretching her tender lips obscenely wide. "Ready for round two, big boy?" she purred, fingers digging into the hard planes of his chest. His answering growl vibrated through her fingertips as she took a deep breath and began to descend.
Her muscles quivered with the effort, every inch a battle against her body's limits. The studio lights reflected off the sweat coating her skin in a golden sheen as she eased down millimeter by agonizing millimeter. "Oh fuck," she gasped when the thick head finally breached her, her inner walls fluttering in protest. "That stretch...it never gets easier."
The camera zoomed in tight, capturing how her pussy lips strained around his monstrous girth. Beneath her skin, the outline of his cock formed a visible ridge pushing against her lower abdomen. "You seeing this, Ritchie?" she called out, voice cracking as she took another inch. "This is what it feels like to be truly stretched."
Ellie's voice came out ragged as she hovered over Kong's cock, her thighs trembling with anticipation. She locked eyes with the camera lens, her blue irises nearly swallowed by dilated pupils. "All you housewives watching?" A drop of sweat rolled between her breasts as she smirked. "Time to show your husbands what you're really hungry for."
She lowered herself with agonizing slowness, her inner walls fluttering around the thick head of Kong's cock. "Fuuuck," she hissed through clenched teeth, her knuckles whitening where they gripped his chest. The stretch burned like fire, her pussy lips straining obscenely around his girth. "Like being split in half...in the best fucking way."
The studio fell silent except for Ellie's ragged breathing and the wet squelch of her body accepting him. The camera zoomed in mercilessly, capturing every detail - how her pink flesh stretched to accommodate him, the visible bulge forming beneath her skin. "Darius better be getting this," she panted, rolling her hips slightly to take another inch. "This is...fuck...this is anatomy class live."
Her fingers dug crescent moons into Kong's pecs as she sank lower. "Almost...there..." Each word came out strained, her body shaking with the effort. Kong remained perfectly still beneath her, his only movement the rapid rise and fall of his chest. The veins in his neck stood out as he fought to control his breathing.
A sharp, wet pop echoed through the studio as her cervix gave way. Ellie's scream shattered the silence, her back arching violently. "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" Her thighs spasmed as Kong's cock breached her womb, the sensation like molten lava pouring through her core. "I can feel you...ohgod...I can feel you inside my fucking uterus!"