02-10-2022, 06:43 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-10-2022, 09:15 AM by ddey333. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
If he'd been any longer, he'd have been uncomfortable in my pussy, but as it was, he was just right. I could feel his twitching that told me he was ever so close, and sure enough, I watched him screw his eyes shut, seconds before he lurched upward and shot a fountain of cum deep in my womb.
He was just a little bit ahead of me, but as I ground my cunt on the base of his cock, where his kinky pubic hair was located, I felt a rush of sensation as I shivered in my orgasm.
I just sat there on my knees, trembling in the afterglow of orgasm. Then Akram gently slid me to the floor, his wet cock flopping from my gooey hole. He got up and relinquished the seat to Mr. Ayer, while Mr. Khanna took up position behind me.
I groaned as Mr. Khanna scudded his cock into my flooded hole in one smooth motion. I looked up through lust-glazed eyes as Mr. Ayer offered me his cock, and I swooped down on it like a bird of prey.
Mr. Khanna's cock wasn't quite as long as Akram's, maybe 7 inches, but it was almost as fat, and Mr. Ayer's cock was about the same length as Mr. Khanna's, but a bit more slender. Trust me, they were both more than adequate.
I was able to work all but the last couple of inches of Mr. Ayer's cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the shaft, while Mr. Khanna worked his cock expertly in my steaming box. He was taking it at a strong, but measured pace, fucking me just hard enough to stoke my fire to a fever pitch.
I could sense that Mr. Ayer was pretty close, so I redoubled my efforts with my mouth. In response, he laced his fingers in my red curls and began to fuck my mouth at a stronger pace. Mr. Khanna, too, was getting close, and I hurled my hips back to get all of his cock on the incoming thrusts.
About the time I felt Mr. Ayer's cock swell, he jerked his cock out of my mouth and sprayed his cum all over my face. He shot ropes of semen over both eyes, over my nose, into my hair, then slid his cock back into my mouth for me to get the final dregs of his orgasm.
Just the sheer lewdness of the act sent me tumbling over the edge, and seconds later, I felt Mr. Khanna's cock explode deep in my pussy. I shuddered in climax as he filled me with a second hard load of cum.
When it was over, there was almost a collective sigh as we relaxed.
That was just Round 1, however. After a brief respite, Akram positioned me on a coffee table right at midnight, and when the ball dropped in Times Square, he took a bottle of champagne, shook it up good, popped the cork then let the fountain of liquid cover my body.
The tingly bubbles sent waves of sensation racing through me, and then I was astounded when he pushed the neck of the bottle into my cum-drenched pussy, almost like an alcoholic douche.
I've never had an experience quite like the feeling of those tiny bubbles popping off in me. I came like a rocket right there on the table, and they didn't let up.
While Akram knelt between my legs and worked his lips and tongue over my sizzling cunt, Mr. Khanna and Mr. Ayer took up position on either side of me and took turns pouring champagne over my breasts and licking it off.
They also passed the bottle around for a toast, until it was empty and I had come again at least twice more. By then, they had all three gotten hard again, and they took me right on the table.
Mr. Ayer lifted my legs high and pushed his cock deep in my hole and he fucked me quite a long time, then pulled out and fucked my ass.
Mr. Khanna followed suit, planting a big, hard load in my rectum while Akram bent my head back and slowly fucked my mouth, until he came down my throat.
After that, we retired to Mr. Khanna's Jacuzzi where they took turns cleaning my body. I even did something I'd never done before and that was give Akram a rim job. He bent over the edge of the tub and asked me to lick his ass, and I did. I can't say I got anything out of it, but it sure fired him up.
And that led us to Mr. Khanna's bed, where they gave me a true triple penetration. Akram lay on his back, and I eased my well-lubricated ass onto his cock, then Mr. Ayer climbed between my legs and pushed his cock into my pussy while Mr. Khanna knelt beside me for me to suck him.
There was just something wicked, something slightly forbidden about letting three old men fuck me in all of my holes at the same time, and I was quickly transported into the nether world of multiple orgasms, a place I rarely visited.
Mr. Ayer was the first to come, filling my cunt with his wet load, then Mr. Khanna came on my tits and seconds later, Akram grunted hard and shot off in my ass. By then, I was absolutely a smoking shell, burnt to a crisp inside.
After a few minutes to rest and get my bearings, we untangled ourselves and I went to shower so I could be reasonably clean when I go to Mr. Khurana's Room.
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He was just a little bit ahead of me, but as I ground my cunt on the base of his cock, where his kinky pubic hair was located, I felt a rush of sensation as I shivered in my orgasm.
I just sat there on my knees, trembling in the afterglow of orgasm. Then Akram gently slid me to the floor, his wet cock flopping from my gooey hole. He got up and relinquished the seat to Mr. Ayer, while Mr. Khanna took up position behind me.
I groaned as Mr. Khanna scudded his cock into my flooded hole in one smooth motion. I looked up through lust-glazed eyes as Mr. Ayer offered me his cock, and I swooped down on it like a bird of prey.
Mr. Khanna's cock wasn't quite as long as Akram's, maybe 7 inches, but it was almost as fat, and Mr. Ayer's cock was about the same length as Mr. Khanna's, but a bit more slender. Trust me, they were both more than adequate.
I was able to work all but the last couple of inches of Mr. Ayer's cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the shaft, while Mr. Khanna worked his cock expertly in my steaming box. He was taking it at a strong, but measured pace, fucking me just hard enough to stoke my fire to a fever pitch.
I could sense that Mr. Ayer was pretty close, so I redoubled my efforts with my mouth. In response, he laced his fingers in my red curls and began to fuck my mouth at a stronger pace. Mr. Khanna, too, was getting close, and I hurled my hips back to get all of his cock on the incoming thrusts.
About the time I felt Mr. Ayer's cock swell, he jerked his cock out of my mouth and sprayed his cum all over my face. He shot ropes of semen over both eyes, over my nose, into my hair, then slid his cock back into my mouth for me to get the final dregs of his orgasm.
Just the sheer lewdness of the act sent me tumbling over the edge, and seconds later, I felt Mr. Khanna's cock explode deep in my pussy. I shuddered in climax as he filled me with a second hard load of cum.
When it was over, there was almost a collective sigh as we relaxed.
That was just Round 1, however. After a brief respite, Akram positioned me on a coffee table right at midnight, and when the ball dropped in Times Square, he took a bottle of champagne, shook it up good, popped the cork then let the fountain of liquid cover my body.
The tingly bubbles sent waves of sensation racing through me, and then I was astounded when he pushed the neck of the bottle into my cum-drenched pussy, almost like an alcoholic douche.
I've never had an experience quite like the feeling of those tiny bubbles popping off in me. I came like a rocket right there on the table, and they didn't let up.
While Akram knelt between my legs and worked his lips and tongue over my sizzling cunt, Mr. Khanna and Mr. Ayer took up position on either side of me and took turns pouring champagne over my breasts and licking it off.
They also passed the bottle around for a toast, until it was empty and I had come again at least twice more. By then, they had all three gotten hard again, and they took me right on the table.
Mr. Ayer lifted my legs high and pushed his cock deep in my hole and he fucked me quite a long time, then pulled out and fucked my ass.
Mr. Khanna followed suit, planting a big, hard load in my rectum while Akram bent my head back and slowly fucked my mouth, until he came down my throat.
After that, we retired to Mr. Khanna's Jacuzzi where they took turns cleaning my body. I even did something I'd never done before and that was give Akram a rim job. He bent over the edge of the tub and asked me to lick his ass, and I did. I can't say I got anything out of it, but it sure fired him up.
And that led us to Mr. Khanna's bed, where they gave me a true triple penetration. Akram lay on his back, and I eased my well-lubricated ass onto his cock, then Mr. Ayer climbed between my legs and pushed his cock into my pussy while Mr. Khanna knelt beside me for me to suck him.
There was just something wicked, something slightly forbidden about letting three old men fuck me in all of my holes at the same time, and I was quickly transported into the nether world of multiple orgasms, a place I rarely visited.
Mr. Ayer was the first to come, filling my cunt with his wet load, then Mr. Khanna came on my tits and seconds later, Akram grunted hard and shot off in my ass. By then, I was absolutely a smoking shell, burnt to a crisp inside.
After a few minutes to rest and get my bearings, we untangled ourselves and I went to shower so I could be reasonably clean when I go to Mr. Khurana's Room.
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