Chapter 2: First time
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The door to the hotel room clicked shut behind them with a soft, final-sounding *thunk*, sealing them inside the dim, luxurious space where the air smelled of polished mahogany, warm vanilla, and the faintest trace of Emma’s perfume—something floral and intoxicating, like jasmine after a summer rain. The velvet curtains, heavy and rich, framed the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city’s glittering sprawl, their folds casting deep, shifting shadows across the king-sized bed—still made, pristine, waiting. A single lamp the only light on the room.
The soft glow painted Emma’s pale skin in warm amber, highlighting the curve of her neck, the swell of her cleavage, the way her lips glistened from their kisses.
Max immediately retreated to the chair at the foot of the bed and the two women picked up exactly where they had left off at the bar, their bodies pressing tightly together as they stood in the middle of the room, their mouth crashing together in a frenzy of lust.
Emma’s hands were all over Hannah’s body as they kissed, grabbing and squeezing her ass as she pulled her closer, her fingers digging into the soft flesh through the thin material of her dress, making Hannah gasp into Emma’s mouth.
With her other hand she began to pull at shoulders of Hannah’s dress, pulling it down her arms, the fabric sliding over her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake until it was bunched around her waist, not breaking their kiss for an instant,
Max watched on as the two women kissed desperately, his cock straining in his jeans as Emma began undressing his wife in front of of him.
He could see how aroused Hannah was by the way her black lace bra clad tits heaved with every breath and knew her nipples would be hard and aching for Emma’s touch.
Emma began to ease the dress over Hannah’s hips as they continued to kiss, her hands sliding down the smooth curve of her waist, her fingers brushing against the soft fabric of Hannah’s black lace underwear, the thin material already soaked with her arousal.
Hannah moaned into Emma’s mouth as she felt the cool air against her skin, her hands gripping Emma’s shoulders tightly, her nails digging into her skin as she pulled her closer, her body trembling with need, pressing her tits against her.
The dress finally fell to the floor in a soft pool of fabric, leaving Hannah in nothing but her black lace bra and matching pants and heels, her body flushed with arousal.
Emma broke their kiss, taking a step back to look at her, her eyes dark and hungry as they traveled over Hannah’s exposed skin.
“Fuck, you’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” Emma breathed, her voice rough with desire, her fingers already sliding up Hannah’s thighs, her nails lightly scraping against the soft fabric of her underwear.
Hannah’s breath hitched as Emma’s fingers brushed against her clit, the thin material already soaked with her arousal. She could feel the heat radiating from Emma’s touch, the way her fingers moved against her, sending waves of pleasure through her core.
“You’re so wet already,” Emma whispered, her fingers teasing Hannah through the fabric of her underwear as she trailed them across her clit, her voice dripping with confidence and lust, “I can’t wait to taste you.”
Hannah groaned at her words as Emma began to undress in front of her.
She watched as Emma slipped out of her dress, the soft material pooling at her feet as she stood before her in nothing but her black lace underwear and heels. Her body was even more perfect than Hannah had imagined, her tits full and heavy, her waist narrow and her hips wide, her skin pale and soft, her curves soft and inviting.
Hannah’s clit throbbed as she stared at Emma’s bare tits, the nipples hard and dark, her breath hitching at the sight of her, her body aching to touch, to taste, to be touched and tasted in return.
Emma smirked, noticing Hannah’s hungry gaze, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her lace thong and slowly sliding it down her hips, the fabric whispering against her skin as it fell to the floor.
The sound of the delicate material hitting the carpet was lost in the heavy rhythm of their breathing, but Hannah’s eyes never left Emma’s as she reached behind herself to unclasp her bra, the fabric parting to reveal her massive, heavy tits, the dark pink nipples already hard and aching.
The sight of Hannah’s bare breasts, full and perfect, made Emma’s mouth water, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she took a step closer, her hands immediately cupping Hannah’s tits, her thumbs brushing over the stiff peaks, making Hannah gasp and arch her back.
“Fuck, you’re even more perfect than I imagined,” Emma breathed, her voice thick with lust as she squeezed Hannah’s tits, her fingers kneading the soft flesh, her thumbs rolling over the hard nipples, eliciting a soft moan from Hannah.
She leaned in, their lips crashing together in a desperate kiss as Emma grabbed Hannah’s hips,, their bare tits pressed tightly against each other, the hard nipples grazing against one another, sending electric shocks of pleasure through both of them.
Emma’s hands slid up Hannah’s back, her fingers digging into the soft flesh as she pulled her closer, their bodies melding together, the heat between them becoming almost unbearable.
Hannah moaned into the kiss, her hands gripping Emma’s ass, pulling her closer still, their tits rubbing together with every movement, the friction making her nipples ache and harden even more. She could feel Emma’s breath hot against her face, her tongue tangling with hers in a frenzied dance, their kiss growing more intense, more desperate with every passing second.
“Oh god, Emma,” Hannah gasped, her voice thick with desire as she pulled away slightly to look at her, her eyes dark and heavy-lidded. “You feel so good, your tits against mine…”
Emma smirked, her fingers trailing down Hannah’s back to cup her ass again, pulling her back into the kiss with a growl.
“I love how you respond to me, Hannah. You’re so fucking sexy.”
Max watched on, eyes fixed on the sight of his wife’s tits rubbing against Emma’s, his cock straining against his jeans. He could see the hard points of their nipples, the way they gasped and moaned into each other’s mouths, their bodies pressed tightly together. The sight of them, so lost in each other, was intoxicating. He wanted to touch himself, to relieve the pressure building in his groin, but he also wanted to watch, to see where this would go.
Hannah’s hands slid up Emma’s sides, her fingers tracing the curve of her ribs, her thumbs brushing against the underside of her tits.
She froze for a split second, her breath catching in her throat as her fingertips lightly grazed the soft, heavy weight of Emma’s breast, her touch hesitant and unsure. The sensation of Emma’s warm, full flesh beneath her fingertips was overwhelming, and she could feel her own heart pounding against her chest.
Emma let out a soft, breathy laugh, sensing Hannah’s nervousness. “You’re so beautiful,” Emma whispered, her hands gently guiding Hannah’s fingers to cup her tits more confidently. “Don’t be shy now, I want to see you touch me.”
Hannah’s fingers trembled as she finally found the courage to gently squeeze Emma’s tits, her touch still tentative but growing more assured with each passing second. The softness of Emma’s skin beneath her fingers was intoxicating, and she could feel the hard, aching nipples pebbling beneath her touch.
Hannah tentatively began to tease them, her thumbs brushing back and forth, feeling Emma’s breath hitch in response. She grew bolder, her fingers pinching and rolling the stiff peaks like she like to have her own nipples played with, eliciting a low moan from Emma that sent a surge of power through her.
Emma’s hands, which had been gripping Hannah’s ass, moved up to cup her face, her fingers tangling in her hair as she pulled her into a deeper kiss. Their tongues danced, their breaths mingling, as Hannah continued to tease her nipples, feeling Emma’s body tremble against hers. The heat between them was almost unbearable, and Hannah could feel the wetness between her own legs growing with every passing second.
Max watched, his cock straining against his jeans, as his wife teased Emma’s nipples, his wife’s confidence growing with each moan that escaped Emma’s lips.
He could see the heat in Hannah’s eyes, the flush of her skin, and knew she was as turned on as he was.
As if reading his mind, Emma broke their kiss, her eyes dark and hungry as she looked at Hannah. “I want to taste you,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire. She pushed Hannah down onto the bed, straddling her hips, her hands pinning Hannah’s wrists above her head. Hannah gasped, her body arching slightly at the sudden movement, her tits pressing against Emma’s as she leaned down to kiss her neck.
Max’s breath caught in his throat as he watched Emma’s tongue darting out to lick a trail down Hannah’s neck, her teeth nipping at her skin.
Emma’s lips were wet, her breath hot against Hannah’s collarbone as she pressed her body down, her tits pressing down onto Hannahs stomach, feeling her hard nipples rubbing against her as her kisses continued down over her tits.
Hannah gasped as Emma’s mouth found her nipple, her teeth gently nipping at the hard peak, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. Emma’s hands continued to hold her wrists firmly above her head, not allowing her to move, to touch, to do anything but feel.
Emma’s tongue swirled around Hannah’s nipple, her mouth hot and wet against the sensitive peak, her teeth grazing it gently before biting down just hard enough to make Hannah gasp, her breath catching in her throat. The bite was sharp but not painful, more like a delicious sting that sent a wave of pleasure through her body.
Hannah’s back arched off the bed pushing more of her tit into Emma’s mouth, her breath coming in short gasps as she felt Emma’s tongue flick against her nipple, soothing the bite. “Fuck, Emma,” she moaned, her hips bucking slightly, seeking friction against her throbbing clit.
Emma chuckled, her breath hot against Hannah’s skin, “You like that, don’t you? You like it when I bite your nipples.” She bit down again, harder this time, making Hannah cry out, her hands struggling against Emma’s grip. But Emma held firm, not allowing her to move.
Max watched, his cock straining against his jeans, as Emma continued to tease and bite Hannah’s nipples, his wife’s body writhing beneath her, her moans filling the room.
The sight of Emma’s mouth working over Hannah’s tits was intoxicating, the way her lips and tongue alternated between licking, biting, and sucking, each movement driving Hannah even wilder.
Emma’s mouth was a whirlwind of sensation, her tongue swirling around one nipple before she’d take it between her lips and suck hard enough to make Hannah’s back arch off the bed again and again. She’d then switch to the other, her teeth grazing the sensitive peak before she’d bite down just enough to make Hannah gasp, her fingers clenching into fists.
The sensation was exquisite, a delicious torture that had Hannah writhing beneath her, her clit throbbing with need. She could feel the wetness between her legs growing, her pussy soaked with her arousal.
“Please, Emma,” Hannah panted, her voice ragged with desire and desperation, “Touch me. Please, touch my clit.”
Emma looked up at her, a wicked smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Mmm you’re really enjoying your first time with a woman aren’t you baby?
I can smell your sweet pussy from here,” Emma purred, her voice laced with lust as she released Hannah’s wrists and began to kiss her way down Hannah’s stomach. Emma’s hands gripped Hannah’s hips, holding her in place as she continued her descent, her breath hot on Hannah’s skin.
Hannah could only whimper in response, her body aching with need, her clit throbbing in anticipation. She could feel Emma’s breath on her pussy now, hot and tantalizing, and she knew she was moments away from the most intense pleasure she had ever experienced.
She lay there, legs spread wide, Emma’s hands gripping her hips as she leaned in, her lips brushing against the soft, damp curls at the top of Hannah’s pussy, her breath warm and teasing against the sensitive skin. Emma’s tongue darted out, lightly flicking at the delicate flesh just above Hannah’s clit, making her gasp and arch her back even further off the bed. The sensation was electric, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to Hannah’s core.
“Oh god,” Hannah moaned, her voice trembling with anticipation, her fingers tangling in Emma’s hair as she tried to pull her closer, her hips bucking slightly, seeking more contact. Emma chuckled softly, her breath still hot against Hannah’s pussy, her tongue teasing her again, just barely brushing against her clit, making Hannah whimper in frustration.
“Please, Emma,” Hannah begged, her voice thick with need, “Please, I need you to touch me. I need your mouth on me.”
Max’s breath hitched as he watched Emma’s head dip lower, her lips softly kissing against the soft skin at the top of Hannah’s pussy, her breath warm and teasing against the sensitive flesh. He could see the way Hannah’s body tensed, her fingers digging into the sheets as Emma’s tongue flicked out, lightly teasing and licking the delicate flesh, her tongue everywhere but where Hannah wanted it, where she needed it.
The sight was intoxicating, the way Hannah’s hips bucked slightly, seeking more contact, her moans filling the room.
“Please….” Hannah groaned, “I need you to lick my pussy. I need your tongue on my clit. I need to come so fucking bad.”
Emma smirked, loving the desperation in Hannah’s voice. She loved having this much control over another woman, loved making them beg for her touch. She looked up at Hannah, her eyes dark and hungry, her lips glistening with wetness.
“You want me to lick your pussy, baby?” Emma asked, her voice low and sultry, her fingers trailing up Hannah’s inner thighs, making her shiver.
“Yes,” Hannah moaned, her hips lifting off the bed, her pussy clenching with anticipation. “Please, Emma, I need you to taste me. I need your mouth on me, your tongue inside me. I need to feel you lick my pussy until I cum.”
Emma’s smirk deepened as she looked up at Hannah, her eyes dark with lust and confidence. She leaned in, her breath hot against Hannah’s wet folds, her tongue darting out to taste the sweetness of her arousal as she flicked it across Hannah’s swollen, desperate clit.
Hannah gasped, her hips bucking instinctively, her fingers tangling in Emma’s hair as she tried to pull her closer, desperate for more.
"Oh, *fuck*—Emma, *please*—" she whimpered, her voice raw with need, her body trembling. Emma leaned forward again, capturing Hannah’s sensitive nub between her lips and sucking hard, her tongue flicking wildly against it.
Hannah whimpered with pleasure, her hips jerking as Emma’s mouth worked her clit, sucking and licking at it with a ferocity that only made her more desperate.
Hannah pushed Emma’s mouth against her harder as Emma used the flat of her tongue to allow Hannah to grind herself against it, her hips moving in a slow, rhythmic motion, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Oh *god*—Emma, *fuck*—” Hannah gasped, one hand tangled in Emma’s hair, the other pinching and pulling at her own nipples her body writhing with pleasure.
After all the teasing back at the bar it didn’t take long for Hannah to feeling the familiar tension building in her core, her body tensing as she pushed herself closer and closer to orgasm.
Max watched his wife, her face contorted with pleasure, Emma between her splayed legs, her hand teasing and tormenting her own nipples as her breathing became more erratic, her moans louder and more desperate.
He knew she was close, recognised the way her body tensed and her breath hitched, the way her hips began to buck against Emma’s mouth. His cock pulsed painfully, the pressure building inside him unbearable.
Hannah’s fingers dug into Emma’s hair, her nails scraping against her scalp as she tried to hold her in place, to keep her there as the first wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her back arched off the bed, her body trembling violently as she cried out, her voice raw and desperate, her legs clamping around Emma’s head like a vice, her heels digging into Emma’s shoulders. Emma didn’t hesitate, her mouth working harder, her tongue flicking against Hannah’s clit with relentless precision, Hannahs fingers pinching and rolling her nipples, driving her even higher.
“Emma—*fuck*—Emma!” Hannah screamed, her voice breaking, her body jerking uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
Emma’s tongue was relentless, her mouth sucking and licking at her clit, pushing her higher and higher, drawing out her orgasm until she thought she might pass out from the intensity.
Finally, with one last cry, Hannah’s body went limp, her fingers releasing their grip on Emma’s hair, her legs falling open, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Emma looked up at her, a smug smile on her face, her lips and chin glistening with Hannah’s arousal.
“Fuck, Emma,” Hannah panted, her voice hoarse from screaming. “That was...that was...” she trailed off, unable to find the words to describe what she had just experienced.
Emma chuckled, crawling up Hannah’s body, her hands trailing over her soft skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “I know, baby,” she whispered, her voice soft and sultry as she leaned down to kiss her.
Emma slipped her tongue into Hannah’s mouth and she could taste herself, the salty sweetness of her arousal causing her to kiss Emma back harder, her tongue tangling with hers.
Hannah could feel Emma’s tits pressing against hers, the hard nipples grazing against her own, sending jolts of pleasure through her body and down to her overly sensitive clit. She wrapped her arms around Emma, pulling her closer, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of her back.
Hannah broke their kiss, her eyes dark and hungry as she looked up at Emma. “I want you to fuck me,” she said, her voice thick with desire. “We have a strap on and I want my husband to watch you to use my pussy and ruin his wife for him,” she added.
She looked down at Max at the foot of the bed grinning mischievously, “would you like that baby, to watch Emma fuck my pussy? Maybe I’ll enjoy it more than you fucking me, , maybe I’ll come harder with her inside me than I ever have with you.” She taunted him, her voice dripping with lust and desire.
Max’s cock throbbed at her words, his eyes darkening with lust and a hint of jealousy. “Fuck, yes,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “I want to see you take that strap on, want to see Emma fuck you like you deserve”
Emma chuckled, her fingers trailing down Hannah’s stomach, making her shiver. “You heard the man, baby, get me the strap on.”
Hannah quickly rolled of the bed and retrieved the strap on, handing the thick, heavy black dildo and harness to Emma so knelt up on the bed as she slipped the harness around her waist and secured it tightly. She looked down at the massive, veined cock that now jutted out from her hips, a wicked smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
“Fuck I can’t wait to watch you take all this in that pretty little pussy,” Emma said, her voice thick with lust as she moved behind Hannah who had positioned herself on her hands and knees in front of Emma, legs spread wide, her ass in the air, her pussy glistening and ready.
She looked back over her shoulder at her husband who was sat patiently waiting for them to start.
“Come and put this big cock inside of me,” she said to him, her voice stern but her eyes begging him to do it. “I want you to properly give my pussy over to someone else, another cock that isn’t yours.”
Max grinned back at her, he loved it when he talked to her like this.
Without hesitation he got to his feet, crossing the room and standing beside the bed.
He reached for the dildo, his fingers wrapping around the thick, veined shaft, feeling the smooth silicone beneath his touch. He looked at Hannah, who was watching him over her shoulder, her eyes dark and hungry, her breath coming in short gasps as she waited for him to do as she asked.
"Fuck, baby," he growled, his voice thick with desire, "you want me to put this big cock inside you, don't you?"
Hannah nodded, her eyes never leaving his as she bit her lower lip, her hips shifting slightly, her pussy clenching with anticipation. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible, “I need it.”
Emma watched as Max guided the fat, bulbous head of the strap on towards Hannah’s glistening entrance, shifting on her knees and pressing her hips forward to assist him.
He started by rubbing the tip up against Hannah’s sensitive clit, causing her gasp and buck her hips, seeking more contact as she pressed her hips backwards, spreading herself wider in response.
Max watched as her glistening pussy lips parted, revealing the pink swollen flesh beneath and traced the head through her slick folds, coating it in her arousal. He could smell the sweet scent of her pussy, soaking wet and ready, and it was driving him wild.
“Mmm help that big cock to fuck your wife,” Hannah moaned, “push him deep inside me,” she added, her voice breathy and desperate.
Max’s cock throbbed painfully in his jeans as he looked down at the thick, veined black dildo in his hand, his wife pussy lips parted and ready for it.
He began to press the head against her entrance, feeling the resistance of her flesh as he pushed it forward.
“Oh god,” Hannah moaned, her voice trembling with anticipation, her fingers digging into the sheets as she braced herself for the intrusion.
Max didn’t hesitate, pushing forward harder against the resistance, watching as her pussy started to stretch, her lips wide and glistening as the tip slowly began to enter her.
Emma watched, her eyes dark with anticipation as she slowly pressed her hips forward helping to push the head of the strap on inside Hannah.
Hannah groaned as she felt herself stretching around the thick dildo, Max still holding it steady as he guided it deeper inside her.
The sensation was overwhelming, the bulbous tip stretching her tight in a way that made her gasp as it slowly inched its way inside her.
Hannah’s breath hitched as she felt the head pop past her tight entrance, her pussy clenching around the invading cock, her body tensing as she adjusted to the size of it.
"Fuck, baby, I’m so tight," Hannah groaned, her voice thick with desire “it’s so fucking big, it’s going to ruin me for you later.”
Max grinned as he watched his wife slowly start to rock back and forth trying to take more as he pushed more of the dildo’s length into her, giving her over to the bigger, thicker superior cock.
Emma reached around and began to tease Hannah's clit, her fingers rubbing and pinching the sensitive nub, sending jolts of pleasure through her body, making her hips buck and her pussy clench even tighter around the strap on.
She could feel Hannah’s body tensing as she adjusted to the size of the dildo, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Max watched Emma’s hands move with practiced precision, her fingers expertly working Hannah’s clit while his throbbing cock strained against his jeans, aching to be free.
He could see the way Emma’s lips parted slightly, her breath coming faster, her eyes dark with lust and determination. He knew she was ready to take control, to push Hannah over the edge, and he wanted to see it. He wanted to see his wife’s face contorted with pleasure as Emma fucked her with the strap on, wanted to see her cum so hard she couldn’t breathe.
With a smirk, Max released the dildo allowing Emma to take control. She wasted no time, grabbing Hannah's hips and slamming forward, burying the entire length of the strap on inside her dripping pussy with one powerful thrust.
"Fuck!" Hannah screamed, her body convulsing as the thick dildo filled her completely, her pussy clenching around it as she struggled to adjust to the sudden intrusion.
Emma didn't give her time to recover, immediately pulling back and slamming into her again, her hips moving with a steady, relentless rhythm. She could feel Hannah's body tensing beneath her, her moans growing louder and more desperate with each thrust.
Max watched, his cock throbbing painfully, as Emma fucked his wife, her hips moving with a ferocity that made his own hips jerk in response. He could see the way Hannah's body tensed and released with each thrust, her fingers digging into the sheets as she tried to hold on, to keep up with Emma's punishing pace.
The strap-on was thick, the silicone slick with her arousal as Emma fucked her hard and deep, her hips slamming into Hannah's ass with a wet, obscene sound that filled the room.
"Fuck me harder, Emma," Hannah groaned, her voice thick with lust and desperation, "I'm yours, take me like you want me, like I'm a fucking whore for you." Her words were a challenge, a dare, her body already trembling with the intensity of the pleasure-pain she was feeling. She wanted to be taken, to be used, to be ruined by this cock that wasn't her husband's.
Emma didn't hesitate. She gripped Hannah's hips with both hands, her nails digging into the soft flesh as she pulled her back, driving the strap-on deeper into her greedy pussy.
Hannah had always struggled with the size of this dildo in the past, had had to go slow, but here she was taking it all like a slut, begging for more. She was even starting to meet Emma's thrusts, pushing back against her, her body greedy for more of the thick cock filling her.
Max reached down, his hands on her hips and started to help, pushing her back harder and harder against the huge cock fucking his wife, making her take it even deeper, complicit in her ruination.
It was so fucking hot, helping and encouraging his wife to take another cock, her being fucked harder and deeper than he ever could whilst she was used and pleased by someone else, another woman.
His cock ached so hard and he couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t just watch. He manoeuvre himself in front of Hannah, fumbling with the buttons of his jeans as he freed his throbbing erection. He stroked himself in time with Emma’s thrusts, his hand moving up and down the length of his cock, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he watched his wife being fucked.
Emma’s hands gripped Hannah’s hips tightly, her nails digging into her flesh as she slammed into her relentlessly. Hannah’s moans filled the room, her voice raw and desperate, her body writhing beneath Emma’s relentless assault.
Hannah looked up at him, her eyes glazed with lust and pleasure, her mouth open as she gasped for breath. "Fuck, Max, look at me," she panted, "Look at your wife getting fucked by another woman, look at me taking this big cock like a slut."
Max groaned, his hand moving faster on his cock as he watched Emma’s hips slam into Hannah’s ass, the sound of their flesh meeting wet and obscene. He could see the way Hannah’s body tensed and released with each thrust, her tits bouncing beneath her with the force of Emma’s movements.
"Fuck, baby, you look so fucking hot like this," he growled, his voice thick with desire, “I love watching you take another cock, I love seeing you being fucked like this.”
Hannah’s breath hitched as Emma’s hips slammed into her again, the strap-on hitting deep inside her, stretching her in a way that made her gasp. She could feel the thick, veined shaft filling her completely, unlike anything she had ever experienced before, her pussy clenching around it as Emma’s hands gripped her hips tightly.
”Fuck my mouth,” Hannah gasped breathily, “I want to be used by you both, I want to be a fucking slut, a whore. I want to be filled by you both, fucked by you both.”
Max groaned, his hand moving faster on his cock as he watched Emma’s hips slam into Hannah’s ass, the sound of their flesh meeting wet and obscene.
He moved closer to Hannah’s head, his cock throbbing as he watched her mouth open and close, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.
He could see the hunger in her eyes, the desperation, and it only made him harder. He wanted to fuck her mouth, to use her like the slut she wanted to be.
Without hesitation, he guided his aching cock toward her parted lips, the thick head pressing against her soft, swollen flesh. Hannah opened her mouth wide, her tongue darting out to taste the salty pre-cum already beading at the tip, and then—*deep*—she took him in, her lips sealing around the thick shaft as she swallowed him whole.
Emma’s hips didn’t falter for a second, her body slamming into Hannah’s ass with a wet, obscene *thud* that made the bed shake. Hannah’s throat convulsed around Max’s cock as she gagged slightly, her hands clawing at the sheets, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she adjusted her throat muscles, taking him deeper, her eyes rolling back as she moaned around his length.
Emma watched, her breath coming in sharp gasps as she saw Hannah’s body react to the double penetration – her pussy clenching around the strap-on, her throat fluttering around Max’s cock. She gripped Hannah’s hips harder, slamming into her with renewed ferocity, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the room as she forced her to take it all.
“Fuck, take it,” Emma growled, her voice raw with lust. “Take my cock *and* his cock at the same time. Show me how good you can be a slut.” She slammed into Hannah again, the strap-on hitting her cervix with a wet *thunk* that made Hannah’s eyes water. Max groaned as Hannah’s throat convulsed around him, her gagging noises mixing with the wet sounds of Emma’s hips pistoning into her ass.
“That’s it,” Emma urged, her fingers digging into Hannah’s waist. “Take it all—take *both*—and cum for us.” Her voice was a dark, rough growl as she slammed forward, the strap-on hitting Hannah’s cervix again, a feeling that sent a jolt of pleasure-pain straight to her core. Hannah’s breath hitched, her body tensing as the first, slow coil of orgasm began to tighten deep inside her, her pussy clenching around the thick dildo.
Hannah’s throat convulsed around Max’s cock, her gagging noises turning into a desperate, whimpering sound as the orgasm built in her, her hips bucking instinctively against Emma’s relentless thrusts. The pressure in her core was unbearable, the pleasure so intense it felt like she might shatter.
She knew she was close, her body trembling with the effort of taking both cocks—Emma’s strap-on filling her pussy, Max’s thick shaft buried deep in her throat. Every thrust from Emma sent a jolt of pleasure through her, her pussy clenching around the thick, veined silicone as it hit her cervix with every deep, brutal stroke. Max’s cock was a different kind of torture, the way it pulsed inside her mouth, the way her throat fluttered around it, making him groan with every swallow.
Emma’s breath was ragged, her fingers digging into Hannah’s hips as she slammed into her, the strap-on glistening with her arousal.
Max’s cock was rock hard in Hannah’s mouth, his fingers tangled in her hair as he fucked her face, his hips moving in time with Emma’s thrusts. The room was filled with the wet, obscene sounds of their bodies meeting, the smell of sex heavy in the air.
Hannah’s orgasm was building, the pressure in her core unbearable. She could feel it, the slow coil tightening, her body tensing as she teetered on the edge. She wanted to cum, needed to cum, but she also never wanted this to end. She wanted to be filled like this forever, to be used and pleasured by both of them.
She wanted to be their slut, their whore, their toy. She wanted to be fucked until she couldn't walk, until she was raw and sore and completely ruined.
But she couldn’t stop the inevitable, couldn’t hold back the orgasm that was building inside her, threatening to consume her.
Hannahs fingers dug into the sheets, her knuckles white as she gripped them tightly, her body tensing as the first wave of pleasure crashed over her. She screamed around Max's cock, her voice muffled by his length as she came undone, her pussy clenching around the strap-on, her body convulsing as the orgasm tore through her.
Emma didn't let up, her hips slamming into Hannah's ass with renewed vigor, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the room as she fucked her through her orgasm. Max groaned, his fingers tangling in Hannah's hair as he held her in place, his hips moving in time with Emma's thrusts, fucking her face as she came, his own orgasm building, his balls tightening as he got closer and closer.
Watching his wife cum like this, so hard and so thoroughly from the big black dildo inside of her was too much for him. Max’s orgasm hit him like a freight train, his balls tightening as he pulled his glistening cock from Hannah’s mouth, his hot cum shooting out in thick ropes, coating her pretty face, her lips, her cheeks, her chin, and even her hair. He groaned, his body convulsing as he unloaded all over her, marking her as his, even as she was being fucked by another cock.
Hannah, still lost in the throes of her own orgasm, didn't seem to notice or care as Max's cum splashed across her face. She was too focused on the way Emma's hips were still slamming into her, the strap-on hitting her cervix with every deep thrust, drawing out her orgasm and making her body tremble with aftershocks.
As her orgasm began to slowly subside, Emma’s pace to slowed, her breath ragged.
She leaned forward, her tits pressing against Hannah’s back, her hands moving round to cup Hannah’s full, heavy breasts. She could feel Hannah’s heart pounding beneath her touch, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
“Fuck, baby, you came so fucking hard,” Emma whispered, her voice hoarse with desire.
Hannah could only moan in response, her body still too sensitive to form coherent words. She could feel Emma’s fingers teasing her sensitive nipples, pinching and rolling them, sending jolts of pleasure through her body, almost unbearable.
She could feel the strap-on still buried deep inside her, the thick, veined silicone filling her completely, her pussy clenching around it even as she came down from her orgasm.
She looked up at Max who was watching her with a proud, satisfied smile, his chest rising and falling with each breath. His cum still coated her face, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat as she fought to regain her breath.
“You were *perfect*,” Max murmured, his voice thick with admiration as he traced a finger through the cum dripping down her cheek. “So fucking perfect, taking that strap-on like you were made for it.”
Emma smirked, watching as Hannah’s pussy clenched around the still-deeply embedded dildo, her body still twitching with aftershocks.
”We’re not done with her yet,” Emma said, her voice a low, sultry growl as she looked up at Max, her eyes dark with lust as they shared a knowing look.
The End