“Give her what she wants.”
Jacob slid his hands under Liz’s bent knees, lifting her gently as he squatted to find the right angle. Once the black head of his cock opened her pussy lips, he slowly shoved himself forward, filling Liz. She groaned as he took his time, eventually burying himself completely. He pulled back, just as slowly and Liz’s pussy lips seemed to grasp him as he did. They stretched, clinging to every inch of his shaft as long as they could.
He increased his pace, eventually setting into a nice rhythmic slapping on her ass and thighs as he continued to hold her knees in place. Liz came again, swearing at no one in particular. Her chest was flushed as it rose and fell with her deeper breathing.
“I think she needs to change positions, Jacob. Put her where you want her.”
Kate watched as the black man pulled at Liz’s legs, flipping her over, then pushing her further up onto the bed. He climbed behind her and spread those meaty cheeks wide, slipping into her slick cunt. Liz shrieked when he hit bottom and he smiled at the effect his cock had on her. It was a sound he knew well. Horny wives from other countries, fulfilling their (or their husband’s) fantasies. He was living in the best place on the planet, he thought. The next orgasm, he knew, would be loud. She was that kind.
Mickey must have sensed it, too.
“Derek, I think your wife’s mouth needs something to do.”
He scrambled quickly onto the bed, offering his cock to his wife. She took it into her mouth but was unable to concentrate enough to blow him properly. Not to be denied, Derek took her head into his hands and began to thrust, fucking her mouth as she continued to get plowed from behind.
Mickey moved back to his seat. Kate followed, and for the next hour they watched their three new friends move from one position to the next. Kate found herself imagining every sensation that Liz was experiencing. Mickey took mental notes on every position they worked through.
After Derek and Jacob had both spent themselves, Mickey and Kate said a quick goodnight and headed to their room.
“On the bed,” Mickey ordered as soon as they stepped through the door. “Pull up that skirt.”
She started to lie on her back but he grabbed her and shook his head. “Turn around,” he grunted as he yanked his belt buckle open and pushed his pants to his knees as he knelt on the bed.
Kate pulled up the skirt, then leaned forward onto her hands. Mickey entered her immediately. She was so wet that it sounded like he splashed as he filled her. He began to fuck her and she pushed back into him. She was surprised to feel his hand between her shoulder blades, pressing her down toward the mattress. She relaxed her arms and allowed her chest to support her upper body. As she did, Mickey reached forward and grabbed her left wrist, pulling it toward him.
“The other one,” he said as he pumped.
She dropped her right arm to her side and he grabbed it, pulling that wrist behind her back and yanking the left one to meet it, just as he had seen Derek do to Liz a short while ago. Now with both of her wrists in his hands, he increased both the speed and the thrust of his fucking. Her arms began to feel like reigns on a willful horse. She could do nothing but let him pump himself into her.
Her orgasm was sudden. Usually, a quick cum meant a small measure of relief. But not tonight. It was as though the dam burst. Everything she had seen and experienced over the past few hours had brought her to the brink. The restrictive pose and Mickey’s animal-like response pushed her – forcefully – over the edge.
He didn’t slow down. He didn’t relent. He pounded her hard, grunting with every thrust, pulling her wrists back to him, forcing her ass to follow his rhythm until she felt the warm burst of his seed filling her deep in her belly.
Only then did he release her, pushing her ass away from his hips, dumping her onto the bed in front of him.
There would be a lot to talk about in the morning.