Loading...Approximately 99.99% of the male Lit readers have no doubt fantasized over the opportunity to have the infamous Lucia’s (a/k/a the aptly named Gimmie_your_load) luscious mouth wrapped around their cock.
As if her self-description as a “cock-obsessed fellatrix” weren’t incentive enough, Lucia is a splendidly vivid and eloquent author, who also happens to be quite beautiful and amply endowed in the, uh, chest region.
But, let’s face it, the “cock-obsessed fellatrix” part is the main attraction-grabber.
So, while that aforementioned 99.99% of the guy population satisfied their infatuation with Lucia with groveling, complimentary e-mails to her. Or, more commonly, the old-fashioned way, simple self-pleasure masturbatory sessions.
But Johnnie Blue was in that 00.01 percentile. You see, John, rather than take matters into his own hands, so to speak, decided that a trip to the Great North was a far better way to become intimately acquainted with the cock-hungry Lucia.
After all, John reasoned, he had enjoyed perhaps two hundred or so women who had performed their oral talents on him over the course of thirty years or so since he first became sexual active. John figured that no more than perhaps two or three of them possessed the skill, aptitude, and flat-out enthusiasm for cocksucking that Lucia displayed. Lucia was most certainly in that elite one percentile of cocksuckers, and that made a jaunt to Canada a mere drop in the bucket.
It is a small planet and a short life, John mused, so why not pursue excellence in cocksucking? Why not indeed?
John was different that way. Though he was very much a discerning and particular man when it came to women, he went after what he wanted and almost without exception, he got exactly that. And he wanted Lucia. Oh, he wanted Lucia bad. He and Lucia had quickly formed a mutual admiration society as fellow authors, but John decided that a literacy connection would be woefully insufficient. Some first-hand research would be warranted for this mission. Even though he was exactly twice Lucia’s age, he knew instinctively that he had just what Lucia craved. Seven-and-half-inches of experienced steel, with the stamina of a desert-trained camel.
And so it was that Lucia was home early on a Saturday morning, as instructed by John, to receive the package that was delivered on her doorstep by special courier. Lucia opened the package with alacrity, goose-bumps on her smooth skin and her needy pussy already moist and humid in anticipation.
The package’s contents were simple, yet pristine. A sundress that Lucia held up to her torso, which she estimated that would cover, if she were lucky, perhaps a half-inch above her tits and maybe, maybe, five inches below her twat. There was also the smallest, sheerest pink thong that Lucia had ever seen, two sizes too small, designed to ride up into her snatch to encourage clitoral stimulation from only the slightest of movement.
There was a card with a heart on the cover. Inside, scrawled in neat, orderly penmanship, was this note, also succinct.
“The Marriott downtown. Room 1217. One hour from the time you sign for the package. I have the electronic delivery receipt, so I’ll know. And be ready to be controlled, beautiful slut.”
“P.S. You’re on your own for shoes, but some of those six-inch stilettos that you mentioned in your stories would be a nice touch.”
He flew from another country to surprise me, Lucia thought, as she fondled the dress and wondered how she could ever be seen in public wearing this.
She dripped at the thought. Her cunt was on fire, because her mind was already captured.
******** Lucia felt her legs tremble as she climbed the stairs to her apartment door, still playing with the material the sun dress as she walked. The thought of appearing in public in such a small amount of fabric both frightened and excited her. No stranger to men’s games, Lucia could guess what John had in mind when he picked it out.
Beyond the obvious of how much skin it would show, and how it would accentuate her curvaceous form, John knew that parading herself in public in such an outfit would leave her feeling vulnerable. When paired with the uncomfortably tight thong and stiletto heels she had in her closet for just such an occasion, Lucia knew she would be very aware of her sexuality at every moment, both in public and in his presence. By locking her mindset on her own sexuality, John was ensuring that she would be excited, both physically and mentally, by the time she reached him. And he wasn’t wrong at all. Without even putting on the outfit, Lucia found herself already soaking wet.
Knowing she didn’t have much time to get ready and then get across town to the hotel, Lucia rushed to prepare herself. Although she didn’t have time for another shower, she quickly made certain her hair and makeup were up to snuff. Next, she took off all her clothes, and eyed the outfit he had sent.
Mentally preparing herself, Lucia’s hand strayed to her clit briefly, lightly stroking it. “No time for that!” she announced, giggling to herself, and with a deep breath, she began to shimmy her way into the panties. Though they stretched to the limit to accommodate her ample hips, thighs, and butt, Lucia managed to get them on. After a moment of thought, she decided to forget putting on a bra, since John likely didn’t intend for her to wear one, and it probably wouldn’t have been hidden under the tiny dress anyway.
Feeling even more exposed than the dress would already leave her, Lucia slid it over her head braless and smoothed the material as she examined herself in the mirror. Turning around once, Lucia looked back over her shoulder to see that the short skirt of the dress just barely covered the bottoms of her ass cheeks. A stiff breeze, the sitting position, or the skirt riding up would expose her bum and thong to the world. Lucia blushed at the mere thought.
Realizing she was short on time, Lucia rushed to find her tall red stiletto heels, and slide her feet into them. She stole a final moment to put one last finishing touch on the outfit, a plain but complimentary necklace of white pearls. With only a cursory glance at herself in the hall mirror as she breezed out the door, Lucia was on her way to meet John. She felt her skirt ride up her thighs as she got behind the wheel of her car, and blushed again at the thought of getting pulled over with her pink thong visible to any police officer who stood at her window. At least she was sure she could talk her way out of the ticket, assuming the officer was a man. Clever John, she thought to herself, he really thought this outfit through. She felt herself soaking the fresh panties as she contemplated what he had in mind for her arrival.
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There wasn’t a man in the lobby of the luxurious hotel whose neck did not swivel as Lucia confidently and sexily swaggered towards the elevator. Her big, young tits bounced and jiggled beneath the dress, and her hemline swished with each click of her fuck-me heels on the tile floor. She pushed twelve and became acutely aware of the aching in her puffy areolas and the small pond of humidity that had formed between her legs. She fully anticipated that her mouth and cunt would soon be pummeled by her mature and well-endowed lover-to-be.
On the fourth floor, The doors swung open as a trio of German businessmen piled into the cab. Their conversation stopped in mid-sentence as they hungrily eyed Lucia, like a pack of cheetahs surrounding the cornered antelope. One man unconsciously licked his lips, the other brazenly rubbed his dick through his suit pants while leering at her, and the third merely pierced her own gaze with his crystal clear blue eyes. Lucia briefly pondered hitting the stop button, dropping to her knees, and feasting on a smorgasbord of Eastern European sausage. She would then greet John covered from forehead to tits in German goo.
But only John had traveled internationally just to present his surprise package, and Lucia realized that fair was fair. She would be John’s slut today, willingly, unless of course he chose to share her. Besides, she was already practically salivating from the excitement of sucking the older man’s cock, so she tabled that particular fantasy of a German cock trifecta for another day.
John was waiting for her, prepared, very prepared. As Lucia approached the door to Room 1217, she took a deep breath, smoothed the dress nervously over her chest, and raised her knuckles to knock. Just before her hand reached the door, it swung open quickly. Startled, Lucia peered inside, seeing no one. “Hello?” she called tentatively, taking a few hesitant steps through the threshold.
She then felt the hands on her, grabbing her around the hips from behind. She turned to her right, just as she was twirled in the opposite direction, spinning her one-hundred-and-eighty degrees and she suddenly saw only darkness. A blindfold, being pulled tightly around her temple, she realized.
She opened her mouth to shout, but a hand was placed over her mouth before any cry could escape. She next heard the voice, surprisingly soothing, calm, almost hypnotic. “Your mouth will be used only for expressions of pleasure and to consume my cock, Lucia. Understood”? She said nothing, her mouth agape in a strangely intoxicating combination of fear and arousal.
The hand pressed more deeply over her entire mouth, forcing her to breathe through her nostrils, and the knot tightened on her head. She felt the soft silk that encircled her from back of her skull to her eyes. It smelled of a man’s cologne. “Understood?” he growled, much less soothingly this time, more insistent, leaving no room for duplicity. Oh, yes, Lucia understood. She understood perfectly. She nodded, and the hand was removed from her mouth, and he slid two thick fingers between her full lips.
Like a moth to a flame, she instinctively sucked on the digits as he took her softly by the hand and led her across the hotel room. She detected a faint glimmer of light through the material that all but obliterated her sight. The spaghetti straps were lowered off of her shoulders, around her heaving breasts, and past her curvaceous hips. She lifted her legs obediently, one-by-one, to allow the dress to cascade gently to the floor. She stood naked save for the thong, which was now essentially coated with nectar from the stream that had become her pussy.
“Canada is now enjoying your beauty, Lucia.” The voice was again soft, restrained. Lucia stood exposed behind the plate glass window presenting a panoramic view of the city skyline.
In return, the city now also had a scenic view of Lucia.
She felt the kisses on her neck first, and they traversed slowly. leisurely, down her spine, stopping on her backbone, which he licked in small ovals with his long, warm tongue. Until this moment, Lucia never dreamed that the small of her back could be an erogenous zone, but her legs wobbled as his hands tugged on the strings of her thong.
“So sweet, so innocent,” his voice barely a whisper now. “Ah, the best cocksuckers always are.”
He paused to savor her condition, and his kisses continued, teasingly, rising again, up her back. She wondered if anyone could see this spectacle, and if so, how many. She thought she might cum any second, without being touched in any of the ‘usual’ places, when she felt his fingers on the clasp of her strand of pearls.
At the same exact time, one hand undid the tiny clip on her pearls while his other cupped over her crotch and pulled the thong from her sopping slit, violently ripping it to threads. Her mouth opened again in a gasp. Anticipating this, he closed his lips around her, and for the next few excruciating minutes, his mouth locked onto Lucia’s in the deepest, most sensual series of kisses that Lucia had ever experienced. Her legs were jelly, her nipples jutted out from her tits , trickles of sweet pussy lubrication eased onto her inner thighs.
Then she felt it. Two of his fingers had entered her gash, but they were so hard, round. No, wait, it had to be something else, Lucia thought, instinctively clenching and unclenching her talented kegel muscles as she felt her clit being rubbed by the unknown objects.
It was only when her labia were fully spread apart and her pussy was being stuffed six inches deep did he tell her.
“Pearls, Lucia. Your cunt is now filled with the polished, soft tissues of shelled mollusks, turned into gems, an appropriate resting place for them within your lovely pussy.” He admired his handiwork, as her slit pulsed, causing the shiny ovals to dangle from her sopping gash.
Only a few spheres were visible now, the remainder of the strand buried in the folds of her quivering tunnel. She held onto them with a vaginal death-grip. It was the most erotic thing Lucia could ever imagine. The hard nub of her engorged clit had swelled to twice its normal circumference, the hood peeling away with every convulsion within her.
She heard his zipper. Lucia didn’t need the sense of sight to know that sound. A good cocksucker responds to the sound of a zipper being lowered with a similar unconditioned reflex as Pavlov’s dog responding to his treat. Salivation.
His next words were succinct, music to her attentive ears. “Now, suck my cock, beautiful slut. Let Canada watch.”
She got down on her knees, the pearls outside of her cunt scraping the carpet. She smiled.
**********
Lucia felt her legs quiver with a mixture of lust and anticipation as she seated her butt back on her heels, kneeling on the floor in front of John and the window. She closed her eyes, since she couldn’t see through the blindfold anyway, and leaned back, rubbing her own full breasts, one in each hand, kneading them more for John’s viewing pleasure than her own. She smiled up in what she imagined was his direction and moaned lustily, tweaking her hardened nipples and biting her lower lip.
She felt the pearls shift inside of her, and redoubled the efforts of her internal muscles, squeezing the links and loving the small sensations they gave her as her hips moved ever so slightly back and forth, the trailing end dragging along the ground. She moaned again, this time more substance than show, as she felt herself rapidly approaching orgasm, without her clit even being stimulated yet.
Lost momentarily in her own little world of pleasure, Lucia jumped slightly when she felt John’s cock being slapped onto her large bottom lip. She felt his heavy shaft and large cock head as he ran it slowly back and forth along the length of her lip. Smiling again, Lucia let her tongue dart out, wetting the underside of his head, and lubricating her own lips so they glistened in the flickering light from the city below.
As she felt his cock shudder, she repeated the action, using quick flickering licks to tease the sensitive underside of his mushroom head. Using her tongue quickly, she lashed his tip and briefly swirled around the entire head before returning to her teasing tempo. She was satisfied to hear him groan, and grinned mockingly at her power over his senses.
Big mistake…
**********
With one lightning-quick pull of her hair, Lucia felt herself literally lifted in mid-air by John’s surprisingly strong fist. Lucia’s neck was snapped backwards in an awkward angle, and she yelped in fear.
But she was turned on even more. Nectars poured from her overheated pearl-stuffed cunt as if from a faucet.
“You are not here to amuse yourself, you little fucking slut,” John sneered, releasing her mane an now beginning to tug on her erect nipples, which threatened to burst from her skin. “You are here to please us. And don’t fucking whimper anymore, either, understood?”
“Us?” she thought to herself. “Who’s ‘us’?” she wondered. Maybe it was an American language idiosyncrasy.
Lucia nodded meekly in silent humiliation and began to sink to her knees to assume her accustomed cock sucking position. As she reclined, John again tugged on her hair roughly. “Stay right here.” He growled. “It’s time to lose some of your accessory items.”
Lucia felt John’s alluringly soft lips on her mouth once again, and sighed as she shuddered. She had never been kissed quite like this, tenderly, hungrily, John’s mouth always in command of their tongue dance duo. The dichotomy between his gentle kisses and the firmness of his fist in her hair gave Lucia a sensation unlike any she had known. She knew she had completely yielded her will to this mature dominating man.
She felt the blindfold begin to ease off of the back of her skull and started to relax, submitting to his incredible mouth on hers, when she also felt his hand travel down her belly.
And then……
And then the strand of pearls, with one mighty yank of John’s hand, were ripped from her saturated slit, and she quivered and gyrated as the ovals caressed her slit, one by one, in rapid succession. Lucia’s young body exploded in the most violent orgasm she had ever experienced.
Through the flash of lights in front of her eyes, as the blindfold was extracted just as she trembled in ecstasy, Lucia thought for an instant that she must be hallucinating from some orgasm-induced mirage.
There, mere feet in front of her, were the three German businessmen whom she had encountered on the elevator. Each had their cocks out as their respective European tools dangled from the zippers of their tailored suits. Unbeknownst to Lucia, John had left the door cracked open slightly after he had blindfolded Lucia when she first entered.
Glancing over her shoulder, Lucia also saw John for the first time, with a sinister grin on his handsome face, as he wrapped the string of pearls, sticky and dripping with Lucia’s fresh cum, back onto Lucia’s neck.
“Lucia,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone, almost as if he were making casual introductions at a backyard barbecue, “I believe you’ve met some international clients of mine. This is Freidrich, Petr, and Hans. I kept the door cracked so that they could witness your, uh, talents.”
Lucia looked down and the Aryans, cock-by-cock. Friedrich’s was long and thin, Petr’s was somewhat thick but stubby, but Hans appeared to have a pale anaconda in his fist. Her gaze did not go unnoticed by John, as he saw Lucia’s eyebrows shoot upwards.
“Yes,” he chuckled. “I know. We call him Huge Hans. I met him in a sauna at Dusseldorf when some young slut was sucking him and chocking on his meat. Impressive, isn’t it?”
John spun Lucia around, treating her like a rag doll now, which was appropriate because that was soon to be her fate, and Lucia knew it. She would be simply a sex toy for this quartet of cocks.
It was exactly what she wanted, more than she could hope for. One of her wildest fantasies come true. Quite a surprise package, indeed.
John licked her earlobe while whispering into her ear, in a tone so sweet it was as if he were going to read his daughter a bedtime story.”I am going to fuck you roughly, savagely, while you suck my Aryan friends.”
He pushed Lucia down onto a small circular table next to the plate glass window, so that her big tits were mashed against the wood while her face hung over the other edge.
John smacked her plump, delectable ass, covered in Lucia’s juices, which still oozed from her slit. She felt just the mushroom tip of John’s own sizeable dick begin to stretch her folds just as he heard him address the wanking Europeans.
“Gentlemen, let’s teach our little whore some rudimentary German words. For instance, what is the German word for ‘filthy cock-sucking tramp’?”
The men walked towards the captured young vixen, slapping their dicks on her face, as John’s member rammed into Lucia’s cunt with one prodigious thrust.
“Lucia!” the Germans laughed as one, positioning themselves to be the first to penetrate her mouth.
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“OhhhohhhohhoHHH.” Lucia let out a low moan that built in volume and intensity as John began to pulverize her pussy without preamble. The fact that she was already soaking, dripping wet, lent itself well to his impatience, and she found herself utterly unable to focus on her surroundings as her senses were assailed by the sheer pleasure of John’s thick member plunging in and out of her pussy with vigor.
She managed only a small, distracted smile as the Germans laughed while they watched John fuck her senseless, trying to acknowledge the trio of cocks wavering before her face, and slapping off her cheeks. Her pearls clinked softly on the table beside her overflowing and smashed tits, in harmony to the wet sounds of fucking emanating from her other end as her body rocked back and forth under John’s penile onslaught.
As she opened her mouth to gasp again with pleasure, she felt the opening suddenly fill with rigid, spongy cock as Petr impatiently butted his way to the front of the line. With little lead in, Petr began to use his cock like a battering ram, swiftly and powerfully fucking her mouth, filling it utterly. Assailed from two sides, Lucia could only moan and shudder as two insatiable cocks plunged deeply into her, leaving her feeling rather like a roast pig on a spit.
While Petr and John pumped away, Lucia was barely even aware of Friedrich as he moved in close, and began to rub his leaking cock head on her face from one side. He smeared his precum all over her right eyelid, eye brow, and cheek, slapping it wetly as he went. He muttered in German to himself as he slapped her, and though she didn’t understand the words themselves, she gathered from the context that he was telling her what a dirty whore she was.
Without further ado, Lucia found herself writhing in the throes of her second orgasm, moaning and gasping for air wildly around the thick shaft of Petr’s cock. Hans only watched, slowly stroking his own cock, steadily building his load of cum as he edged himself close to orgasm and then backed off. Rather than rush to achieve his climax, Hans was dead set on filling Lucia like she had never been filled before, and then plastering her in cum like she had never been splattered before.
Lucia’s focus was brought back to reality as John repeatedly slapped her ass cheeks hard, before gripping one in each hand and using them for handles as he redoubled his jackhammer efforts. Lucia nearly squealed around Petr’s cock in response, and with that motivation, Petr found himself undone. Lucia’s next outcry was drowned out with an audible gurgle as her throat suddenly filled with blast after blast of thick German cum.
Lucia gagged at the unexpected load, which launched itself too deep to be easily swallowed, but too shallow to slip directly down her throat. Lucia coughed up a few splatters around the edges of her mouth and onto Petr’s groin as he held himself in depth, enjoying the contractions of her gagging throat. With extreme difficulty, and while John slowed his pace sympathetically, Lucia managed to choke down the load.
Petr slapped her right cheek, covered in precum, lightly in appreciation, and slowly slid his sopping wet and dripping cock from her mouth. Surprisingly, he was not yet soft, and he continued to stroke himself absentmindedly as Friedrich hastily took his place in front of Lucia’s slack and dripping lips.
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Suddenly, unexpectedly, John ordered a hasty change of plans. He lifted Lucia up from the table in his surprisingly strong arms and carried her to the huge king bed in the center of the room.
“Step back for a few moments, my friends. I’ve decided to ravage our little slut’s cunt first before she will be permitted to enjoy more European cum. Then you can have your way with her, and I shall watch.”
The Germans obediently deferred to the request, realizing it was not really a request, but a command. John was the alpha wolf, letting everyone know who was orchestrating the proceedings, and he needed to be sated first. He plopped Lucia down on the bed on her knees.
Lucia’s position on the mattress gave John an unfettered view of both potential entry holes. He knew that despite being an unabashed blatant slut, Lucia had one taboo. She didn’t like anal. Her pink puckered anus peered out from between her blushing ass cheeks, seemingly winking at John as an invitation, but her asshole would have to wait. For now, at least. But he wanted Lucia to know that he could take her ass at any time, if he so desired. He wanted to further fuck her mind.
John placed his cockhead at the slit of her sopping pussy, her nectars now literally cascading down her thighs, and slapped the tip on her folds as she groaned. She peered over her shoulder in lustful desperation, grasping and flailing one arm behind her back, seeking to grope his dick and guide it again to the bullseye.
“I’d be something less than a gentleman if I didn’t acquiesce to your wish at this point, Lucia”, he said calmly, evenly, teasing her more by waiting to re-enter her. He continued to leisurely slap his cock on her ass as the Germans scrambled to get a close-up view of the ferocious fucking that was sure to ensue.
John slowly grabbed each of Lucia’s hips firmly, aimed, and with one vicious thrust, nearly served to split her saturated cunt in two. Lucia shuddered and emitted an ear-piercing scream at the very first penetration, so deep, John’s big dick snapping into her cervix with a powerful, audible ‘bang’.
He pulled at that already tangled mane of curls and tugged her head back roughly so I could growl into her ear, “As I said, Lucia, savagely.” His heavy balls slammed against her ass cheeks, literally reddening them with each slap. “You want that, don’t you, Sweet Lucia, my beautiful whore? You need to get fucked like a captured animal, don’t you?” John’s own sexual adrenalin had reached a frenzy, it was like some powerful carnal force had taken over his being. His cock felt harder and thicker within Lucia than any she had experienced before.
The cum that oozed out of her cunt, combined with her cries of orgasmic glee, gave John both the answer and more incentive.
John rolled her over onto her back, and the lust-filled stare that she gave him, one of complete submission yet mixed with just a twinge of fearful anxiety, served to fuel him even more. He lifted her legs up onto his shoulders, crossed them into a letter ‘X’ shape, and ravaged her pussy, filling it to the hilt and beyond, pounding her needy cunt mercilessly.
Lucia writhed and moaned and seemingly teetered on the edge of consciousness, her eyes rolling back into her head, her stomach heaving in one wave of orgasm after another. John took her ankles and gripped them tightly. Her eyes opened as slits in response to the sensation of his hands lifting her higher off the mattress. He pulled his angry cock out of her gash with a ‘pop’, and teasingly dangled it at the entrance of her most forbidden tunnel. Lucia’s body tensed as she fully anticipated her anus to be invaded by John’s massive pole.
Instead, John stopped just at her rim and emptied streams over hot, sticky cum that oozed into Lucia’s warm sphincter, also splashing ropes of cum all over her buttocks and mound.
Lucia’s sigh of relief was mixed with yet another orgasm as, through fluttering eyelids, she saw John turn to the trio of horny Germans while still stroking his cock, “Now take her, boys. All three at once. Freidrich, fuck her mouth. Hans, stick that monster up her cunt and rip her apart more.” He smiled as he noticed that Petr had already recovered impressively. “Petr, tit-fuck her. My turn to play spectator.”
Hans climbed onto the bed on his back, his dick waving in the air, as Freidrich and Petr lifted Lucia into the air before placing her back down on Hans’ impossibly long shaft. Lucia squealed. if she hadn’t just been battered by John’s cock, Hans would have ripped her in two.
John sat in a leather chair and played the role of director now. “Lucia, it is now time for you to talk. And talk to us like the filthy slut you are.”
******
“Ohhhhhhhhhh FUCK!” Lucia screamed between gasps for air as she felt Hans’ massive member stretch her pussy to what felt like its utter limit while she leaned back, riding his cock like she was at a rodeo. “Fuck me!” She encouraged in a voice that teetered on the edge of insanity. “Fuck my pussy with that huge… *GUK*”.
Lucia’s outburst was cut short as Freidrich, standing behind her as she rode Hans’ cock, suddenly pulled back her head by a fist full of hair, and unceremoniously jammed his long thin dick down her throat. Gripping the back of her head in both hands, Freidrich began to awkwardly thrust his cock downwards into her mouth, his balls resting on her upside-down nose, and smothering her attempts to breathe. Lucia gagged loudly and her chest, and by association, breasts, heaved with the dual desires for more air, and more pleasure.
Penetrated deeply from both directions, Lucia used one hand to finger her clit, while the other reached up and juggled Freidrich’s balls, keeping them off her nose so she could catch breaths between his thrusts. Unconsciously, Lucia began to moan loudly around the cock in her throat, a keening sound that grew in pitch and intensity in time with the increasing pace of the two dicks thrusting in and out of her at each end. She was nearly insensible as Petr got back into the action, using the copious saliva that had poured down Lucia’s chin as lubricant as he stood straddling Hans, bending his knees to allow him to fuck Lucia’s heaving tits. He mashed them together between his hands, and began to fuck the resulting canyon with his thick cock.
Freidrich was the first to give way, relenting to the building pressure in his balls with a lusty growl. Pulling his cock from her mouth, he stroked it quickly, still aiming for Lucia’s tilted-back mouth, which she left open as a gaping target, as well as to catch her breath. “Oh yes! Cum in my mouth!” Lucia yelled, and she did not have to wait long for her wish.
Jets of thick, salty semen blasted into her mouth, splattering on her lips and chin as she moaned with pleasure. Her tongue darted out, catching another spurt as it tried to gather up drops that had missed her mouth initially. As his orgasm subsided, Freidrich smeared the last few drops of cum leaking from his cock onto Lucia’s forehead, out of reach of her tongue, and slapped his cock up and down in the puddle they formed. Lucia, her lust far from sated, tilted her head back up, and locked her eyes with Petr`s as he continued to fuck her tits.
Seemingly coherent once again, and driven wild with pleasure, Lucia began to grind her hips back and forth on Hans’ enormous cock, shuddering as she brought herself to a state of nearly constant orgasm. In between her cries of ecstasy, Lucia urged both men on, alternately commanding them harder or deeper, and commending them on both their efforts and the sheer hardness of their pulsing members.
“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” she screamed, before biting her lower lip hard enough to draw blood. Unable to restrain herself, she plunged her mouth forward to engulf Petr’s cock for the second time, frantically fucking his rigid pole with her face. Within a minute, Petr too passed the point of no return, pulling his cock out and stroking it, aiming for Lucia’s sloppy tits. Using her two hands, she pushed them together for him, pinching her nipples as he unleashed a surge of cum onto her chest. Lucia massaged it into her milky white skin and moaned with pleasure. “Ohhhhh Petr, I love your hot cum on my tits.” Lucia thrust her mouth forward again, sucking the last drops from the head of his cock, this time leaving Petr soft and drained before he stepped away, nearly falling from the bed as he dismounted.
Now covered in cum, her hair a tangled and soggy mess, Lucia looked directly at John as she asked “Do you want me to eat Hans’ big huge cock?”
John nodded his silent assent, giving permission to Lucia to go ahead with her desires. With one last bounce on the monster impaling her, Lucia disengaged herself, his heavy dick falling from her pussy with a wet plop as it landed on his stomach. Between John’s juices and her own, as well as more than a little of Hans’ own precum, his monstrous meat was slimy and shining with bodily fluids.
Without a moment’s delay, Lucia pressed her face into the mess, rubbing her lips and cheeks up and down his length, moaning with desire as she licked at the various juices and groaned with joy at their flavor. Lifting his cock by the base, Lucia slathered his enormous balls with her tongue, and pressed his shaft against her nose. So long was his cock that it reached from her chin to above her forehead, and Lucia locked eyes with John from either side of the thick man missile. Never taking her eyes off him, Lucia slowly slid her tongue up the underside of Hans’ cock, sliding it back and forth until she was lashing his thick mushroom head.
Winking at John, she took the head into her mouth, and maintaining eye contact, began her descent. At half way down, she paused for a moment to reset her jaw to allow for Hans’ increasing girth. Still working slowly, her nostrils flaring, Lucia pushed still deeper, to 3/4 of the way down his shaft. Her eyes watered with effort as she stifled repeated gags, and began a swallowing motion as his hugely thick cock head rested against the entrance to her throat.
With visible exertion, Lucia screwed her eyes up tightly, and thrust her face downwards with all her strength, force feeding Hans’ dick down her throat. The very instant her lips reached the base of his shaft, she pulled back sharply, retching violently on the verge of vomiting. Somehow, she managed to control her gag reflex, and between gasps, spat twice to clear her mouth of the thick, sticky saliva that had accumulated in her throat.
Having proved her point, Lucia went to work on Hans’ monster with renewed vigor, gripping it in both hands, and twisting up and down simultaneously as she licked and sucked the head of his cock, bobbing her mouth up and down on the first few inches of it. She deepened her oral thrusts as she felt his balls tighten and heard his breathing increase in tempo.
She locked eyes with John again as she fucked Hans’ cock with her mouth and hands, moaning in anticipation as she felt the thick shaft begin to pulsate. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she climaxed simultaneously with Hans, and both felt and tasted his deluge of cum as the first shots coated her tonsils and tongue. Her mouth filled quickly, and she pulled his cock out, quickly closing her mouth to savour the taste of his cum while continuing to stroke his cock, its head held upright against her forehead.
His cum continued to flow as she met John’s gaze, reduced to only her right eye as a stream of semen plastered her left shut. Hans’ cum continued to pump from his cock for what seemed like minutes, until the entire left half of her face was a mask of translucent cum, here and there gathered in white clumps. With an audible gulp, she swallowed the cum in her mouth, and took his head back in, sucking out the significant remaining drops from his massively flaccid cock. She moaned with joy around the softening head, savoring every little bit of Hans’ impressively large load.
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The Germans quickly gathered their things, tucking their respective wienerschintzels back into their trousers. John resisted their request to shake, not so much because they were covered in semen and various other liquids, but because he sat calmly on the chair, still stroking his again turgid cock. He nodded to each of them, knowing that his trip to Canada to see Lucia would be paid for a hundred times over because of her incredible performance. She was a cock-obsessed fellatrix, allright, a true slut for the ages.
John mused to himself, as he got up from the chair and strode towards the cum-soaked Lucia, if there was a Slut Hall of Fame, where would it be?
Regardless, as he picked up Lucia by her shoulders and lifted her cum-soaked body to the shower for a cathartic cleansing, Lucia would be in that Hall of Fame. perhaps with a display of her very own. She was every bit as advertised and more. Cock suckers like this were hard to find, worth traveling internationally for, that was for certain.
Lucia felt as if she were going to collapse from the vicious multiple pounding that she had just taken. The scent of four mens’ cum and her own dripping cunt permeated the suite. The time for humiliation was past and now she hoped John would have some compassion for her battered body.
As if sensing her needs, realizing she had had enough, John tenderly washed the fluids and sweat and cum from Lucia’s magnificent, curvaceous body. It was a body made for fucking, it was true, and Lucia used her natural gifts exceedingly well. But now, John knew, tenderness would go a long way to achieve what was expected of her next.
John leaned down as the cascading water rushed over their bodies and slid his long, talented tongue deep into Lucia’s acutely sore slit, using it as a magic elixir to chase away all the pain. Rarely had men been interested in going down on her, and it was a welcome change for Lucia to be the recipient of such lavish oral homage She was on orgasmic auto-pilot now, each flick of John’s tongue that rubbed against the bottom of her clit caused her to gush another stream of juice down her saturated thighs.
So grateful was Lucia that she just knew she had to reciprocate. No, that wasn’t quite true, either. Lucia craved to reciprocate. She needed John’s cock in her mouth once again. She knelt, and taking command, turned John so that his back was flush against the tile wall, and her mouth descended on his big, mature cock once again.
She swallowed John’s dick in four huge gulps in her best, “Look, Ma, no hands!” mouth-only technique. John sighed and closed his eyes as her velvety young mouth lapped at his balls while his shaft was still buried in her throat. She was indeed the best cock sucker, out of very many, that he had ever enjoyed. He had chosen wisely.
“Lucia, you will fly back to the States with me tonight. I have a convention tomorrow in New York City, and you will be my assistant. I know you will close many sales, you have a unique ability to persuade men.” Lucia gurgled on his meat as it grew even more swollen.
“In fact,” John continued in that matter-of-fact tone that Lucia now found hypnotizing, “You will always drop whatever you are doing when I come to visit you or I beckon you and send you a ticket to travel to me. Understood?” Lucia sucked harder. John correctly took that as a ‘yes’.
“But we have some more time before our flight.” John’s words echoed in her ears. The time for tenderness was over. For now.
He grabbed Lucia by her throat and face-fucked her for the next sixty seconds, releasing Lucia only once to gag and briefly capture her breath before resuming the brutal deep-throat assault. Lucia felt John’s warm cum splatter against the roof of her mouth as he emitted a might roar.
The unlikely couple climbed out of the shower and John toweled Lucia’s nubile curves dry, and they cuddled under the coolness of the downy sheets, dozing off in each other’s arms.
She awoke slightly thereafter to find John breathing contentedly in a deep sleep. It was quite a day of surprise packages for Lucia, wasn’t it? Four cocks, and a strand of pearls. It was like an X-rated fairy tale, And Lucia had found a man who truly understood her. And he had a great cock. She was his, for whenever and however he wanted her.
And she couldn’t wait for tomorrow. The Big Apple would meet Lucia, and it would be historic.