Thrusts Under Watchful Eyes

I stepped in first, but he followed, too horny to wait. He dragged me into a stall, yanked my thong down, and spun me around. His cock sprang free — long, thick, veins pulsing — and he hiked my leg up, slamming into me with a groan. My pussy stretched around him, slick and tight, as he fucked me against the wall, each thrust jolting my whole body. His hands dug into my ass, spreading me wider as he drilled deeper, my moans echoing off the tiles. I came hard, my walls spasming, milking him until he grunted and unloaded, his cum spilling out as he pulled back. I wiped myself with the thong, ditched it, and we stumbled out — me bare under the dress, him smug, both of us insatiable.

I signaled Tom discreetly, then ducked back to the bathroom. He met me, eyes wild. “We fucked in there — it was insane,” I panted. “You’re a filthy whore, Lydia,” he said, grinning. “Your filthy whore,” I shot back. “Take him home,” he ordered. I rejoined Ben, and though he worried about Tom, I stroked him through his jeans until he agreed. At home, I pushed him against the bedroom wall, grinding on him, my lips hungry. I sank to my knees, freeing his cock — still hard, glistening — and sucked him deep, my tongue swirling around the head, then sliding down the shaft. He groaned, hands in my hair as I gagged myself on him, spit dripping down my chin.

“Other girls suck you this good?” I asked loud enough for Tom to hear from his hiding spot. “Or am I better?” “You’re the best, babe,” he rasped. “Whenever you need a slut who’ll do anything, I’m here,” I purred. “Tom doesn’t fuck me — I need a stud like you.” “Fuck, Lydia, I’m close—” “Cum in my mouth!” “No, I want all of you.” I stood, stripped naked, and his eyes devoured me—my tits bouncing, my pussy glistening. I climbed onto the bed, spread wide, and begged, “Fuck me, Ben — fill me up!” I parted my lips with my fingers, showing him how wet I was, my clit swollen and aching.

He shed his clothes, his cock bobbing as he mounted me, sliding in slow and deep. I felt every inch stretch me, my walls hugging him as he started thrusting, steady and relentless. Tom watched from the closet, silent, as Ben claimed me. I rolled us over, straddling him, sinking down until he hit my core. I rode him slow, savoring the heat, then fast, grinding my clit against his pelvis until I shattered, soaking him with my release. I kept going, lifting and dropping, my pussy sucking him in with every thrust. Then I turned, offering my ass. He grabbed my hips, lined up, and plunged in doggy-style, his cock slamming into me with wet, filthy slaps. My tits swayed, my moans filled the room, and he fucked me senseless, his fingers bruising my skin as I begged for more.

He teased my asshole with a finger, and I nearly lost it — electric jolts shooting through me. I wanted him there, but not with Tom watching. “Bathroom, now,” I gasped, leading him there, my ass swaying. In the master bath, I bent over the sink, spreading my cheeks. “Take my ass, baby — Tom never has.” He spat on his cock, slicked me up, and pressed in. The head popped past my ring, and I yelped, pain mixing with pleasure as he sank deeper, stretching me wide. He built a rhythm, slow then fast, his thick shaft splitting me open. I clawed the counter, panting, “Harder!” He obliged, ramming me until my ass burned, his balls slapping my pussy. He came with a roar, flooding my guts with cum, the heat seeping through me as I trembled, wrecked.

Still hard, he pulled out, flipped me onto the counter, and shoved back into my pussy, his hands mauling my tits, teeth on my nipples. I clawed his back, another orgasm ripping through me as he pounded away, our bodies slick with sweat. He came again, painting my insides, and I locked my legs around him, milking every drop until we collapsed, breathless. I sent him off quick, and Tom emerged, throwing me onto the bed. He buried his face in my wrecked pussy, lapping up Ben’s cum, his tongue probing deep. “Fuck me, you bastard!” I screamed, and he did — hard, fast, his cock churning the mess inside me until we both came, a final, shattering release.

We lay there, spent, his arms around me as he whispered how much he loved his slut wife. I’d keep giving him what he craved — more men, more filth, more of me.

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