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Sunlight filtered through the curtains, painting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. Tony stirred, his morning wood straining against the thin fabric of his boxers, balls heavy from last night’s drain. Mariah, already awake and humming with restless energy, her full lips parted, pussy tingling at the thought that had simmered all night.
She slid down the bed like a predator, peeling back the sheet. “Wake up, baby,” she whispered, tugging his boxers down his thighs. His cock sprang free, the head already glistening with pre-cum. Mariah gripped the base, squeezing firmly as she dragged her tongue from balls to tip, lapping up the salty bead. Tony’s eyes fluttered open, a groan escaping as her warm mouth engulfed him.
“Mmm, good morning to you too,” he rasped, threading fingers into her hair. She sucked deeper, throat relaxing to take half his length in one sloppy plunge. Spit coated his cock, dripping to his sack as she bobbed steadily, humming vibrations that made his hips twitch.
Popping off with a wet smack, she stroked him slickly, thumb circling the flared ridge. “Tony… fuck, I can’t stop thinking about him.” She dove back down, swirling her tongue around the head before slurping down again, gagging softly as the tip nudged her tonsils. “That landscaper… the one with the fourteen-inch monster cock.”
Tony’s cock throbbed harder in her hand. She pumped him faster between sucks, eyes locked on his, wild with lust. “The last one yesterday, remember? His dick was so fucking huge, only the head fit in my mouth. Half of it barely slid into my pussy, splitting me open, pounding so deep.” She deep throated him fully now, nose burying in his pubes, throat convulsing around his girth.
He bucked up, fucking her face gently, pre-cum leaking steadily onto her tongue. “Shit, Mariah… you want that beast again? The baby girl guy, the one you called Daddy?” His voice was thick, arousal and jealousy twisting in his gut.
She pulled off gasping, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his shiny cockhead. “Yes, fuck yes. I need him to wreck me, Tony. Stretch my pussy till it gapes, fill me with that endless cum. I need to see If I can fit his entire cock in my pussy.” She licked his balls, sucking one into her mouth, rolling it on her tongue while jerking him rough. “Set it up baby. Make it happen. I wanna feel that fourteen-inch cock destroy my holes while you watch.”
Tony’s balls drew tight, her dirty pleas igniting him. Mariah sensed it, sealing her lips around his cock and sucking like a vacuum, hand twisting the base. “Cum for me first, Daddy, cum down my throat thinking about his massive black cock owning your wife.”
That did it. Tony growled, gripping her head as his dick pulsed. Hot cum erupted, flooding her mouth. The first spurt hitting the back of her throat, second filling her cheeks. She swallowed hungrily, gulping every drop. Cum dribbled from the corner of her mouth as she finally released him, licking clean every inch.
Crawling up his body, she straddled his waist, her soaked pussy grinding against his softening cock. “Today, Tony. Find him. I want that dick before our snorkeling trip.” She leaned down, kissing him fiercely, sharing the lingering taste of his load. Tony’s hands roamed her ass, squeezing the firm cheeks, already scheming how to track down the hung landscaper at the resort.
They showered together under the hot spray, soaping each other and exchanging kisses. Dressed in bikinis and board shorts, they headed out, Mariah’s eyes scanning the resort grounds eagerly, her step bouncy with anticipation. The beach’s golden sand was warm under the Caribbean sun, waves crashing against the shore. Mariah lounged on a striped towel, her skimpy bikini barely containing her curves, bottoms wedged between her ass cheeks. She stretched out, arching her back, nipples hardening against the material as she scanned the shirtless staff raking sand and setting up umbrellas, their dark, muscled bodies glistening with sweat.
Tony paced beside her, heart pounding, cock twitching half-hard in his board shorts at the sight of eyes lingering on his wife. “Alright, babe, I’m gonna track down that landscaper. Stay right here on this towel.” He knelt, kissing her deeply, tongue probing her mouth possessively, hand sliding between her thighs to cup her soaked pussy through the bikini. She moaned into the kiss, grinding against his palm.
But as he stood to leave, nerves hit like a gut punch. Visions of resort workers swarming her, ripping off her bikini, bending her over right there in the sand. “Fuck, Mariah… promise me. No fucking around unless I’m there to watch.” His voice cracked, fingers digging into her shoulders. She looked up with those sultry eyes, licking her lips. “I promise, Tony. No cock in me without you. I know you did this for me and I respect that, go get my monster.” She squeezed his bulge through his shorts, making him squirm.
He nodded, forcing himself to turn away, weaving through palm trees toward the grounds where the landscapers worked. Sweat beaded on his forehead, not just from the heat, every step twisted his gut. Imagining her surrounded, hands groping her tits, fingers plunging into her slit. His cock throbbed painfully, pre-cum leaking as jealousy fueled his lust.
Twenty yards away, he froze, glancing back. She was chatting with a waiter now, laughing, her hand brushing his arm. Panic surged. Tony bolted back, sand kicking up. “Mariah!” He dropped beside her, voice low and urgent. “I mean it, no fucking around. No sucking dick, no bending over, nothing unless I’m right here. Got it?”
The waiter backed off with a smirk and Mariah just grinned, pulling Tony down for a quick, sloppy kiss, her tongue flicking his. “Yes, daddy. I agree. Pussy’s locked for you and that fourteen-incher only. Now go find him before I explode.” She winked, spreading her legs slightly, the wet spot on her bikini blatant.
Tony exhaled shakily, stealing one last grope of her ass before jogging off for real this time, eyes darting back every few seconds until the foliage hid her. His mind raced, where the hell was that landscaper? The resort paths blurred as he hunted, balls aching with the mix of dread and excitement.
Tony’s sandals slapped against the winding stone paths, plants brushing his arms as he pushed deeper into the resort grounds. Palm trees loomed overhead, their shadows giving him a quick break from the sun. His heart hammered, not just from the jog, every nerve screamed with the insanity of it all. What the fuck am I doing? Four years dating Mariah, two months married, and here he was, hunting down some stranger’s monster cock to wreck his wife’s holes. He never pictured this life. Back home, it was vanilla missionary under the covers, her polite moans. Now? She begged for fourteen inches to stretch her pussy while he jerked off in the corner.
Sweat trickled down his chest, soaking his shirt, but it was the throb in his shorts that tortured him most. His dick strained against the fabric, leaking pre-cum at the thought of Mariah spread-eagled on the beach towel, bikini yanked aside, some lifeguard’s thick shaft plunging into her dripping slit. No, she promised. Pussy locked. But doubt gnawed, her grin, the way she’d ground against his hand. What if she broke it? What if right now, resort hands pinned her down, one feeding her his balls while another rammed her throat?
He shook his head, scanning the landscaping crews. Shirtless men with ebony skin, muscles rippling as they trimmed hedges, hauled mulch. Their shorts bulged with heavy packages swinging free. Tony’s stomach twisted, jealousy like acid, arousal like fire. This is nuts. I should drag her back to the room, fuck her raw myself. But his cock betrayed him, twitching harder. The memory hit, her eyes rolling back last time, that massive dick. Only half buried in her pussy, making her squirt while she screamed “Daddy.”
A group of workers up ahead laughed, tools clanging. Tony slowed, wiping his brow, voice hoarse. “Hey, you seen the guy with… uh, the big build? Landscaper, real tall?” One turned, pointing toward a maintenance shed half-hidden by hibiscus bushes. “Dat be Jamal. Hes working back dere, fixin pipes.” Tony nodded thanks, gut clenching. Jamal. The one whose cockhead alone gagged her, whose girth split her open.
Pushing on, vines snagging his shorts, Tony’s mind reeled. How’d we get here? One fake robbery stunt, and now she’s addicted to gangbangs, BBC stretching her limits. His balls ached, he palmed his bulge roughly, letting out a groan.
The shed came into view, door ajar, grunts echoing from inside. Tony froze, pulse roaring. Was that him? Mariah’s obsession, ready to pound her senseless? Or some other worker using the spot to jack off? He crept closer, hand trembling on his zipper, the thrill overriding the shame. This new life, watching her ruined, filled, owned. It terrified and hooked him at the same time. No turning back.
Tony edged toward the shed, the grunts growing louder, mixed with the metallic scrape of tools. He peeked through the open door. There he was, Jamal, a towering beast of a man. Sweat glistened ebony skin stretched over slabs of muscle. Shirtless, his broad back flexed as he gripped a massive pipe, threading it with a die wrench, veins bulging along his forearms. Low-slung work pants hugged his hips, the outline of his legendary slab snaking down one thigh like a python coiled to strike. Fourteen inches, easy, thick as Mariah’s wrist, the kind that ruined women for good.
Tony swallowed hard, cock jumping in his shorts. Jamal sensed him, turning with a slow swivel, dark eyes locking on. He straightened to his full 6’6″, wiping sweat from his brow with a rag, chest heaving. “Yo, man, how’s your gal.” His voice rumbled deep, Jamaican accent thick, a smirk on his lips as his gaze dropped to Tony’s tented shorts.
Tony’s face burned, but he stepped inside, the humid air thick with oil. “Uh, yeah. Name’s Tony. We are staying in Room 9. My wife… Mariah… she, uh, wanted to see if you wanted to come over for some lunch.” He licked dry lips. “Wants to thank you proper. For the landscaping. Come by at noon? Lunch in our room. She’s….”
Jamal’s smirk widened into a grin, teeth flashing white. He adjusted his bulge casually, the fabric straining as his cock thickened visibly. “Mariah, eh?” He chuckled low, stepping closer, heat radiating off his body. Tony caught a whiff of musk, his own dick leaking steadily now. Jamal palmed his crotch, outlining the flared head. “Noon sounds good. Bring dat tight pussy ready to stretch.”
Tony nodded, throat tight. Jealousy knifed his gut, but his balls tightened, pre-cum soaking his underwear. “Yeah. Door’s unlocked, we’ll be waiting.” He backed out, legs shaky, Jamal’s laugh following him into the sunlight.
Racing back to the beach, Tony’s mind spun. His hand dove into his shorts, rubbing his slick dick for a quick pump, but he stopped, saving it for the show. Mariah lounged on the towel ahead, bikini barely containing her curves, thighs parted just enough to tease. She spotted him, waving with that devilish smile.
Tony and Mariah bolted from the beach, her hand gripping his as they dashed along the sunbaked path to their room. Sand kicked up behind them, her bikini top slipping to flash a pink nipple, but she didn’t fix it. Her eyes wild with hunger. “Fuck, Tony, my pussy’s dripping already. That big black cock is gonna wreck me,” she panted, thighs slick where her juices trailed down.
Tony’s heart hammered, cock straining his shorts. They burst into the room, AC blasting cool relief. Mariah stripped fast, peeling off the bikini to stand naked, pale skin flushed. Her shaved pussy lips puffy and gleaming. She shoved Tony onto the bed. “Watch me take that monster, baby. Stroke your cock while he owns me.” He nodded, yanking down his shorts, hand wrapping his already dripping dick.
Noon hit. They waited, air thick with tension. Tony pumped slowly, pre-cum bubbling over his knuckles. Then the door swung open, no knock. Jamal filled the frame, 6’6″ of ripped muscle, work boots thudding on tile. He grinned, locking eyes with Mariah. “Ready for more I see?”
Mariah moaned, crossing the room in three strides. She grabbed his massive hand, pulling him to the sturdy armchair by the window. “Sit, daddy. Let me taste that huge fucking cock first.” Jamal dropped into the chair, legs spreading wide, the seat creaking under his weight. She knelt between his thighs, fingers tugging his shorts down. His cock spilled out and then his balls flopped free, smacking against his leg. Fourteen inches of veiny ebony meat, wrist-thick, flared head already oozing clear pre-cum like a faucet.
“Oh god, it’s even bigger than I remembered,” Mariah whimpered, both hands barely circling the base. She leaned in, flat tongue dragging from balls to tip in one long, sloppy lick. Saliva strung from her lips to the underside vein as she lapped again, slower, savoring the salty musk. Jamal groaned deep, hand tangling in her hair, guiding her. “Dat’s it, suck daddy’s big black dick.”
Tony froze on the bed, fist squeezing his cockhead, a drip of precum running down his cock. Mariah swirled her tongue around the crown, dipping into the slit to scoop his pre-cum, swallowing with a hum. She licked down the shaft, tracing every bulging vein, then up to the top. Her lips parted wide, stretching around just the head. She sucked hard, tongue flicking nonstop. Drool poured down, soaking his balls, dripping to the floor.
Jamal thrust up shallowly, popping the head in and out of her mouth. “Take it in baby girl.” Mariah choked willingly, forcing another inch past her lips, throat bulging. Gags bubbled spit everywhere, her tits jiggling with each bob. She pulled off gasping, strings of saliva connecting her to his glistening cock. Then dove back, licking the balls now, sucking one into her mouth, rolling it while stroking the shaft with both hands.
Tony jerked faster, balls drawing tight. Mariah attacked the shaft side-to-side, tongue lashing like a whip, coating every inch shiny. She nuzzled her nose into his pubes, inhaling deep. “Smells so fucking good, Daddy. Gonna make me cum just from licking.” Her free hand dipped between her legs, fingers plunging into her wet pussy, fucking herself in rhythm.
Jamal chuckled, flexing his abs. “Climb up here soon, this cock needs dat tight white hole.” But Mariah ignored, lost in worship. Licking from balls to tip, then flattening her tongue for broad strokes along the length, eyes locked on Tony’s frantic strokes. The room filled with wet slurps, her moans, his grunts. Tony edged closer to blowing at the sight of her pale face smeared with Jamal’s precum and spit.
Mariah rose from her knees, lips shiny with spit and pre-cum, pussy clenching visibly as she straddled Jamal’s lap. Her thighs quivered, knees sinking into the armchair cushions on either side of his hips. “Gonna ride this fat black cock, Daddy. Stretch my pussy wide,” she gasped, grabbing the base of his shaft. Her hands overlapping, still not fully encircling the girth. She aimed the flared head at her entrance, rubbing it up and down her wet pussy, coating it in her juices.
Tony leaned forward on the bed, cock throbbing in his hand. Pre-cum dribbled from his tip onto the sheets as he stroked in time with her motions.
She lowered slowly, biting her lip. The head breached her lips, pussy stretching taut around the crown, pink flesh gripping the dark purple head like a vice. “Fuuuck, so thick,” Mariah groaned, hips wiggling side to side. Inch by inch, she sank down, inner walls screaming at the invasion. Juices squirted out around the shaft, trickling down his balls. At six inches in, her belly bulged slightly, the outline visible under her pale skin. Halfway, seven inches buried. She froze, panting, nails digging into his shoulders. “Can’t… it’s too big.” Jamal gripped her ass cheeks, spreading them wide, thumbs teasing her puckered hole. “Bounce on it, work dat pussy till it takes more.”
Mariah lifted up, the shaft dragging out with her lips wrapped tight around it, then slammed back down, taking the same seven inches. She rode faster, tits bouncing wildly, slapping her chest. “Yes, daddy! Wreck my hole!” Gushes of cream frothed at the seven in mark, halfway down his cock. Tony’s stroked his dick, balls slapping his thigh.
Jamal thrust up, meeting her halfway, the chair rocking. “Tight white ass.” He slapped her ass hard, leaving a red handprint on her pale flesh. Mariah screamed in pleasure, grinding circles, trying to force deeper. Another inch nudged in, eight now, but she yelped, tears pricking her eyes. “Ohhhh, fuck, soo deep!”
She kept riding, pussy squeezing, orgasm building. Fingers rubbed her clit furiously. “Cumming… on……” Her walls clamped, milking half of his huge cock, clear fluid mixed with the cream and ran down his shaft. Jamal growled, holding her down, flexing inside her. Mariah collapsed forward, nipples dragging on his chest, still impaled halfway. “More, Daddy.” Jamal smirked at Tony, then lifted her up effortlessly. Her pussy gaped wide open. It was red and swollen and drooling a mix of her cream and his pre-cum down onto his balls. She spun around in the armchair, knees wide on the cushions, ass toward Jamal now, facing Tony directly. Her eys locked on Tony and his stroking hand. “Tony, baby, watch. I need every inch of this monster balls deep in my pussy, I want to make it fit.”
Jamal chuckled deep, hands kneading her ass cheeks apart, the fat head of his cock slapping wetly against her entrance from behind. “This pussy is greedy, but tight. Hubbie, grab some lube, help grease it up so she take it all.”
He scrambled off the bed, dick swinging, rummaged in the suitcase by the dresser. The bottle clicked open in his shaky grip. He knelt between the chair and bed, inches from Mariah’s dripping pussy and the underside of Jamal’s towering cock. Mariah reached back, peeling her lips wider, clit throbbing visibly.
Tony’s knees dug into the carpet, face level with her soaked pussy. Jamals massive shaft throbbed in anticipation, already slick from her juices but nowhere near ready for the full plunge she craved. He popped the lube cap fully, tilting the bottle to drizzle a handful of lube into his palm. His heart raced as he looked up and Maraih, his mind racing with what was about to happen. She looked down and him and just nodded. His right hand gripped the base first, fingers opening wide but still unable to encircle the full girth. His thumb and pinky strained inches apart. He twisted his wrist, sliding palm up from the bottom to the top. He smeared the gel in firm, upward strokes that made the skin glide, coating every bulging vein in a glossy sheen. The lube warmed quickly from friction, turning slicker, allowing his hand to pump faster. His knuckles bumping Jamal’s heavy ballsack with each downstroke.
“Mmm, yeah, like that,” Mariah moaned, her breath hot on Tony’s face as she leaned forward in the chair. “Get the head extra slippery, baby. Rub it all around.” Tony obeyed, left hand joining now, cupping the head. It was too big for his palm. He squeezed from both sides, thumbs digging into the sensitive underside, circling the head in tight loops until pre-cum mixed with lube oozed from the tip. Jamal grunted approval, hips moving lightly to fuck Tony’s hands. “More, coat them balls too.” Tony nodded, arousal spiking as his own dick leaked pre-cum onto the floor. He poured another generous squirt straight onto Jamal’s sack. Both hands dove lower, kneading his ballsack, rolling each nut between his lubed fingers.
Tony’s mind reeled as his slick hands pumped Jamal’s colossal cock. He’d never touched another man’s dick before. Straight as an arrow his whole life, chasing pussy since puberty, yet here he was. His knees grinding into the hotel carpet, hands worshipping this stranger’s meat like a devoted fan. The sheer wrongness of it twisted in his gut, a knot of shame and confusion, but fuck if it didn’t ignite something feral low in his belly.
His heart hammered, cheeks burning under Mariah’s gaze as she licked her lips, her eyes locked on his methodical strokes. His own shaft throbbed painfully, untouched, drooling a steady stream of pre-cum that puddled between his knees. Each glide up that veiny pillar sent jolts straight to his balls, the girth forcing his fingers to stretch wide. The power of it pulsing under his grip like it owned him. Jamal’s musk invaded his nostrils, thick and primal, mixing with the fake strawberry lube.
“Good man,” Jamal rumbled, thrusting into Tony’s hands, the head bumping his knuckles. Tony’s stomach flipped, humiliation flooding him even as his hips twitched forward, cock jerking untouched. Why the fuck does this feel so hot? He rationalized it wildly. It was for her, to see her stretched, ruined, screaming on this monster. But deeper, the texture obsessed him. The silky slide over rigid veins, the way the head flared hot and spongy under his thumbs, pre-cum dripping from the slit as he milked it.
Mariah’s moan yanked him back. “Look at you, baby, your face is so red. You love handling that big dick, don’t you?” She cupped his jaw, forcing eye contact, her pussy lips kissing the lubed tip just inches from his nose. Tony nodded despite himself, shame spiking his arousal higher. His free hand abandoned the balls to grip his own cock instinctively. Two quick pumps and he was teetering on the edge watching as Jamal fed the first inch past her lips.
The penetration pulled Tony’s hands away reluctantly. He sat back on his heels, chest heaving, staring transfixed as Mariah’s pussy devoured inch after lubed inch. Ten inches now, her lips thin-stretched white around the invading blackness, belly bulging. Mariah whined, grinding down, clit hovering in the air. “Fuck yes, fill me Daddy!”
Mariah’s pussy clenched rhythmically around his shaft, her thighs quivering as she sank lower, the slick glide pushing Jamal’s cock deeper into her belly. At eleven inches, her inner walls stretched to their limit, the bulge rising prominently under her taut skin of her belly. Tony, still reeling from his first forbidden strokes, leaned in closer. His lips parted, tongue flicking out to capture her swollen clit, sucking it hard between his lips. She bucked, a sharp cry escaping her lips as the suction sent fireworks exploding behind her eyes. “Oh fuck, Tony! Yes, suck my clit!” Jamal’s hands gripped her hips tighter, guiding her down another fraction, the pressure making her belly bulge further. Tony’s palms flattened against her abdomen, fingers wide to trace the outline of Jamal’s cock throbbing visibly beneath her skin.
The sensation shattered him. Tony’s own cock, hard and leaking, bobbed untouched between his legs. One hand dropped instinctively, wrapping around his shaft. He pumped once, twice, the friction igniting the fuse. Thick ropes of cum erupted from his cock, splattering the carpet in heavy white streaks. His body convulsing as waves of pleasure ripped through him. Groans muffled against Mariah’s clit, he sucked harder, tongue lashing the nub while his hips jerked forward, milking every drop onto the floor.
Mariah shattered above him, her orgasm crashing like a tidal wave. Her pussy spasmed wildly around Jamal’s buried length, juices gushing over Tony’s chin and lips in hot spurts. She ground down, clit mashing into his mouth, flooding his face with her cream as she screamed, “I’m cumming Daddy!” Jamal grunted, holding her steady as he thrust up into her, his balls emptying into her pussy. Tony could feel Jamals cock tensing against his chin with each load of cum that shot deep inside her. Tony kept lapping her clit and the messy overflow, his hands still cradling her belly where his massive cock still bulged.
Tony’s tongue dove deeper into Mariah’s spasming clit, lapping at the creamy flood pouring from her stretched pussy. The sharp tang hit him first, Jamal’s thick cum was leaking out around her pussy. It mixed with her gushing juices into a salty, musky cocktail that coated his mouth. He jerked back, lips glistening, eyes wide with the jolt of it sliding down his throat, foreign and potent on his taste buds.
Mariah whimpered, grinding her hips forward, chasing his mouth. “Don’t stop, baby.” she gasped, her voice soft from the aftershocks. Jamal flexed his hips upward in a shallow thrust, the motion squeezed out another dribble of his cum, bubbling around her clit where Tony had sucked moments ago.
The scent overpowered him, the raw male essence blended with Mariah’s familiar sweetness. Tony hesitated, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, but his cock twitched back to half-hardness on the carpet. Curiosity and hunger pulled him forward again. He leaned in slow, nose brushing her soaked labia, inhaling the heady mix before his tongue darted out to swipe a broad stroke up her slit.
The flavor exploded, bitter-salt on his buds, but laced with her juices. It ignited something primal. He groaned, sucking her clit back between his lips, then plunged his tongue inside her pussy alongside Jamal’s shaft. The girth blocked most of the way, but he probed the edges, scooping the leaking fluids, swallowing greedily as Mariah moaned louder. “That’s it baby.”
Jamal’s hands spread her ass cheeks wider, his balls tightening as he rocked deeper. Tony’s fingers dug into her belly again, feeling the cock surge forward to twelve inches now, the bulge rising higher under his palm. He pressed his mouth flush, nose buried in her pubic mound, tongue fucking the tight seal where she gripped Jamal’s veiny length. More cum oozed out, forced by the pressure, and Tony chased it, humming vibrations against her clit. Mariah’s thighs clamped his head, riding his face while impaled on Jamal’s dick. “Deeper, both of you, fill me up!” Her pussy clenched, milking another spurt from Jamal, which Tony slurped down without pulling away this time, addicted to the filthy blend. His own hand drifted to his hardening dick, stroking as the scene consumed him.
The slick flood of Mariah’s cream and Jamal’s leaking cum lubed her hole perfectly, turning her pussy into a gripping vice that finally yielded. Jamal gripped her hips hard, yanking her down with a guttural grunt as his full fourteen inches slammed home. Her pussy lips stretched taut around the base, lips kissing his heavy sack, and she screamed in ecstasy. Jamal’s balls slapped wetly against Tony’s chin with every upward buck. Tony’s mouth stayed locked on her clit, sucking the swollen nub, tongue flicking relentlessly. The impacts jolted his face, smearing his stubble with their mixed juices, the salty cum dribbling from her stuffed hole straight onto his lips. He gulped it down, throat working, the flavor now thick and addictive, pulling moans from deep in his chest.
“Fuck yes, balls deep Daddy!” Mariah wailed, nails raking Jamal’s legs as she ground her pelvis in circles, feeling every veiny ridge pulse inside her. Her walls squeezed around his cock again, milking him, forcing more cum to bubble out and trickle down to Tony’s eager tongue. Jamal thrust up harder, hips snapping, balls smacking Tony’s chin, the sound echoing in the room. He sucked harder on her clit, teeth grazing lightly, then plunged his tongue lower to lap at the sealed crease where cock met pussy. Cum oozed steadily now, coating his chin, dripping into his open mouth as he swallowed greedily. His own cock hardened fully again, throbbing untouched against the carpet, leaking fresh pre-cum in sympathy.
Jamal growled, “Gonna cum again.” He fucked her faster, the bulge in Mariah’s belly distorting with each full plunge, rising to her navel. Tony pressed his palm there, feeling the head batter her depths, and it drove him wild. He hummed against her clit, vibrations shooting through her, making her buck and squirt a fresh gush. Mariah’s orgasm built fast, thighs quivering around Tony’s ears. “Suck it, baby!” She came explosively, pussy convulsing, juices spraying Tony’s face as Jamal’s cock throbbed, swelling thicker inside her. His balls drew tight against Tony’s chin, ready to unload, the first hot rope of cum blasting deep into her womb. Jamal’s cock throbbed violently inside Mariah’s spasming pussy, the first thick jets of cum erupting deep against her cervix. With a savage roar, he clamped his massive hands around her waist and hoisted her upward, her stretched walls dragging along every inch of his veiny shaft. She popped off the head with a wet pop, strings of cum and her cream connecting them briefly before snapping.
Ropes of hot cum continued to blast from his head, arcing high and splattering across her heaving belly in pearly streaks. Mariah gasped, hands flying down to wrap around the slick girth mid-shaft, pumping furiously. “Yes, give it all to me Daddy!” she cried, fingers sliding through the mess, milking out more spurts that painted her knuckles white and dripped onto her thighs. Tony lunged forward, mesmerized, one hand shooting out to grip the base of Jamal’s pulsing cock where it bobbed free. His fingers barely encircled the base, feeling the veins bulge and twitch under his palm as he stroked upward in sync with Mariah’s frantic jerks. Tony squeezed rhythmically, urging the last heavy pulses. Cum oozed from the tip between their hands, warm and sticky, webbing their fingers together.
His other hand grabbed his own aching cock, stroking fast and rough. Pre-cum slicked his palm, balls tightening with the building pressure. The sight of Jamal’s monster dick erupting under his and Mariah’s dual grip, her body glazed in cum, pushed him to the edge. “Fuck… I’m gonna cum,” Tony groaned. Jamal panted, hips bucking into their strokes. Mariah leaned back on her elbows, legs spread wide, rubbing the cum into her skin like lotion. Her fingers dipping into her gaping pussy to scoop out the remnants he’d left inside. Tony’s strokes blurred, cockhead swelling. He leaned closer, tongue darting out to lap at the cum pooling in Mariah’s navel, tasting the salty flood while his hand pumped Jamal’s softening length one last time. The dual sensations of the hot seed on his tongue, the thick cock twitching in his grip, snapped his control. He came hard, ropes of his own cum spraying across Jamal’s leg, his body jerking as he groaned into her belly.
The room hung thick with the musk of sex, sweat, and cum. They collapsed in a sticky heap on the chair. Silence stretched, broken only by their heaving breaths syncing into a slower rhythm. Jamal chuckled low, clapping his palms on his knees. “Damn, that is some good pussy baby girl, but I gotta be getting back to work. Boss man got me threading pipe all afternoon.”
Mariah still propped on elbows, pouting playfully. “Already? Come on, Daddy, one more round?” She spread her legs teasingly, pussy lips puffy and red, leaking his cum in slow trickles. He grinned, reaching around to pinch her nipple hard enough to make her yelp. “Save that greedy hole for later, baby girl. Let me know when you want to get stretched by this pipe again.” He shot Tony a respectful nod.
Jamal lifted Mariah off his huge body with no effort and set her down next to Tony. Tony just nodded and mumbled “Yes, we will,” as he watched Jamal snag his tank top and stride to the door, ass flexing with each step. The lock clicked shut behind him, leaving the room echoing empty. Mariah rolled toward Tony, pulling him into a kiss, tongues tangling with shared flavors. “That was insane,” she whispered against his mouth, hand dropping to squeeze his spent cock. “Felt him so deep in my belly. You loved stroking him, didn’t you?”
Tony nodded, conflicted heat stirring again. “Couldn’t look away. You’re… fuck, you’re perfect like that.” He kissed down her neck, wondering what wild idea she’d chase next. Tony pulled back from her neck, his tongue still tingling with the salty tang of Jamal’s dried cum mixed with her sweat. He met her eyes, voice rough and defensive. “I’m not gay, you know. Even if I touched his cock.”
Mariah cupped his face, thumbs brushing his stubble, her gaze soft but fierce. “I know, baby. I know.” She pressed her forehead to his, breath warm against his lips. “You’re one of the manliest men I’ve ever met.”
He swallowed hard, chest swelling at her words, cock twitching back to half-hard against her thigh. “Yeah?”
“Yes.” She grinned, nails raking down his back. “I know you’re doing it all for me and that means the world to me. Makes me wetter than anything.” Her hand slid between them, fingers wrapping his shaft, pumping slow and firm. “My big, strong husband, sharing his wife like a king.”
Tony rolled off her, a goofy grin splitting his face. Cum leaked from her pussy onto the floor, but he didn’t care. Her words had melted away the last knot of doubt in his gut. He felt lighter, hornier, ready for whatever wild shit Jamaica threw next. Pulling her into his side, he nuzzled her ear. “Right now, babe, get that fine ass ready. We’re hitting the snorkeling trip this afternoon.”
Mariah slipped into a skimpy black bikini, the thong bottom barely covering her shaved mound, triangles straining over her tits. Tony yanked on board shorts, his semi tenting the fabric already. She eyed him in the mirror, bending to adjust straps, pussy lips camel-toeing the suit. “Think the snorkel guide’s hung?”
Tony smacked her ass, watching it ripple. “Eyes on the fish today you little slut, save that for tonight.” They headed out, hand in hand, the resort path buzzing with tourists. Tony’s arm slung around her waist, fingers toying the bikini string, buzzing with that post-fuck high.