Cream Filled Chocolate Bars (Part II)

I fell to my knees, and started sucking on all three cocks, one at at time, my mouth stretching out as I tried to get as much of that thick meat down as possible.  I looked out of the corner of my eye, and saw David pulling his cock out, and doing what he always did, start stroking his long thick cock.  He never came, he would just stroke, sip his drink, do a little “party,” and get this glazed look in his eye.  “Oh god, baby, you are so beautiful.  Suck it baby.  God I love you.

The most beautiful woman in the world, serving these cocks for me.  Oh god, baby, do it.  I love you.  Suck those cocks.  Oh god, I can’t believe how fucking hot you are.  Suck, suck.”  And then he’d sink into himself, coming out every so often, with same kind of refrain. That would go on the entire night, him stroking, watching as though he were captive to my pleasure and the pleasure of these men who were using his beautiful hot bitch.  These men, taking their pleasure off of my body, all aggressive and needing David’s woman. And me cumming repeatedly.  It’s hard not to cum over and over when you have a cock in each hole, one in your mouth, one in your ass, one your pussy, each man telling you how hot you are, what a fucking amazing cock sucker you are, while your boyfriend sits in the corner watching, crying and telling you how much he loves you, and how he can’t live without you.

A lot of times, these evenings became a blur of chemically induced states and the kind of narcotic effect that massive amounts of sex give.  What I do remember were these gorgeous men fucking me over and over, and my cumming so many times that even David, who loved to take a tally, lost count the first hour.  The chemistry, the evening, and my own emotional spot with David at that time — this was before we went into decline — made it one of the most memorable evenings of our depraved and wanton sexual relationship.

I remember spending the evening with these three, and waking sometime in the morning.  David fell asleep, or passed out, in the chair, the light was streaming in through the window, and I woke up entwined with three black men.  We all had passed about, presumably around the same time, and woke up, the three of us, together, David in the chair, his beautiful body stretched out, his shaved cock now limp but still impressive in size.

As we woke up, we laughed and kissed, ordered room service, started partying again.  We were all feeling kinda close and euphoric after our intense fuck fest, but David had no intention of letting them have me again, and wanted to get them out, ASAP.  It was his turn.  Room service breakfast, laughs, party supplies, chuckles, chilling, David chatting with them about business and stuff, all of these were the ‘thanks, it’s been fun, now get the hell out” parting gifts.

The morning after, that’s what David lived for.  Before I went into the bathroom, David gave me a deep kiss, and said, “baby, don’t clean up too much.  I need you filled and used.  I need to feel their cum in you.  I need to make you mine again.”

When I came out of the bathroom, my three fuck friends were leaving, I kissed them, we laughed, they looked at David, disappointed, but all in good nature.

David escorted them to the suite door.  Closed it.  Grabbed me, and said, “Oh my god, that was the hottest night of my life, baby.”  He picked me up and put me on the bed, started kissing me with an incredible intensity, and I felt myself getting hot all over again …..

“I need to feel their cum in you, baby.  I can’t believe how beautiful you looked cumming with them.  I can’t believe how fucking hot you are, baby.  My dick has never been so hard.”

And as he mounted me and put his now rock hard 9 inch thick cock in me, and let it slip in, I looked in his eyes.  They went in the back of his head as he sunk his cock into my pussy, filled with the cum of not one, but three other men, who had just spent the entire evening using the pussy he craved, the pussy of the woman he loved.

As his cock went in deeper, my ankles on his chest, the emotional pain became too much, he started sobbing, “Oh my god, baby.  You did it for me, you did it for me, again.”  The harder he cried, the harder he pumped, and he felt their spew, the spew of three men all over his cock, in his love, and it just made him fuck harder and harder.

I made him stop.  “Do you love me baby, ” I asked him.  “Oh, god, yes …. I can’t live without you, I can’t baby, I have to fuck you.”

I told him about how hot it was to have those other cocks fucking me, to feel them shoot their loads in me, to service them and make him so insanely jealous.

I asked him if he needed to be jealous of the fact that I needed those cocks, fucking me over and over, that I enjoyed every minute of torturing him, of knowing how much he loved me and still torturing him, over and over …..and talking to him like this, as he pumped like a madman, he started screaming “OH MY FUCKING GOD,” and shot massive ropes of cum, taking me back, making me his all over again, as I came feeling both his huge black dick battering me as though his life depended on it.  My hole exploded all over him, and kept exploding as we stayed in the hotel room for another two days, living on party supplies, room service, and our addiction to each other.