**Her pov**
"That's not how you lick it."
The voice—husky, impatient—came from the man standing over me, his fingers still tangled in my hair as his wife's tongue circled my asshole with hesitant strokes. Her breath hitched against my skin, warm and uneven. I could feel her hesitation in the way her lips trembled, the way her nails dug into my hips like she was afraid I'd dissolve if she gripped any harder.
"Like this," he growled, and before I could brace, his hand was guiding her face back down, his thumb pressing against her chin to part her lips wider. She moaned softly against me, the vibration sending a jolt up my spine as her tongue finally flattened, wet and deliberate, lapping at me in broad, hungry strokes.
I arched into it, my fingers twisting in the sheets. "Fuck—yes, just like that." My voice came out ragged, my thighs already trembling. The scent of her perfume—something floral, expensive—mixed with the musk of my own arousal, thick enough to taste.
Her husband's chuckle was low, dark. "See? She likes it messy." His fingers tightened in my hair, yanking my head back just enough to make me gasp. "Get your tongue deeper."
Her moan vibrated against me, open-mouthed and filthy as she obeyed, spearing me with the wet heat of her tongue. I could feel the slickness of my own pussy dripping down my thighs, hear the obscene sound of her working me over. "God, you taste good," she murmured against my skin, her breath hitching as she lapped harder, faster—like she was starving for it.
His free hand slid between my legs, two fingers pushing into my pussy without warning. I cried out, my back bowing off the bed as he curled them inside me, his palm grinding against my clit. "Soaked already," he muttered, almost to himself. "Pathetic." He twisted his wrist, dragging a rough laugh from my throat when I clenched around him. "You gonna come just from her tongue in your ass?"
I couldn't answer—couldn't think—not with her moaning into me, not with his fingers fucking me in short, brutal strokes. The room smelled like sex, like sweat, like the wine they'd been drinking before they pinned me down. His wedding ring glinted under the dim hotel lights as he pulled his fingers out, glistening, and shoved them into his wife's waiting mouth. "Clean her off," he ordered, watching her suck them clean with heavy-lidded eyes. "Then get on your knees. I want her to watch you take my cock."
She whimpered but obeyed, crawling backward until her thighs hit the edge of the bed, her lips swollen and slick. I propped myself up on shaking elbows, my pulse hammering as he unbuckled his belt with one hand, the other gripping her jaw. "Open." She did, her tongue already out, and he fed his cock into her mouth with a groan. "That's it—take it like you mean it." His hips jerked forward, forcing her throat to flex around him, and I watched her eyes water as she gagged.
"God, look at you," I breathed, my own fingers slipping between my legs to rub tight circles over my clit. "Fuck her face harder." The words tumbled out before I could stop them—filthy, desperate. He laughed, his grip tightening in her hair as he thrust deeper.
Her nails scraped against his thighs, but she didn't pull away. Just moaned around him, the sound muffled and broken, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. I could see the way her throat worked, the way her tits heaved with each ragged breath. "You wanna taste her?" He dragged his cock out, glistening with her spit, and jerked his chin toward me. "Come here."
She didn't hesitate. Crawled up the bed, her lips smeared with her own saliva, and kissed me hard. I could taste him—bitter and thick—on her tongue. "Good?" she panted against my mouth, her fingers replacing mine between my legs, rubbing faster. "You like watching me choke on him?"
I bit her lip, my hips jerking into her hand. "I like watching you beg."
His shadow fell over us before she could reply, his cock nudging at my entrance. "Turn her over," he growled. "I want her ass in the air while you lick her again." She scrambled to obey, her hands trembling as she flipped me onto my knees. The sheets were damp beneath me, the air thick with the sound of skin slapping skin as he shoved into my pussy without warning.
I cried out, my nails tearing at the mattress. "Fuck—yes—"
"Quiet," he snapped, his palm coming down hard on my ass. "Let her work."
Her tongue dragged over me again, slower this time, savoring. I could feel his cock stretching me open, feel her moan vibrating against my skin. The room smelled like us—like sweat and salt and sin—and I knew I wouldn't last.
"Gonna come," I gasped, my thighs shaking. "Oh god—"
His grip on my hips tightened, fingers digging bruises into my flesh as he fucked me harder, deeper, the slap of his balls against my clit sending sparks up my spine. "Not yet," he snarled, but I could hear the strain in his voice, the way his breath hitched when I clenched around him. His wife's tongue swirled faster, her fingers slipping between my legs to rub tight circles just under his thrusts, the dual stimulation wringing a broken sob from my throat.
"Please—" I begged, my voice cracking, but he just chuckled darkly and snapped his hips forward, his cock hitting that spot inside me that made my vision white out.
She moaned against me, her lips smeared with my slick. "Fuck, she's dripping," she breathed, her fingers coming away glistening before she sucked them clean, eyes locked on mine. "You wanna come? Beg him for it."
I whimpered, my nails tearing at the sheets as his pace turned relentless, each stroke dragging against my swollen walls. "Let me—please—"
He leaned over me, his sweat dripping onto my back, his breath hot against my ear. "Say it." His teeth grazed my shoulder, sharp enough to make me arch. "Tell me what you are."
His wife's fingers found my clit again, rubbing in time with his thrusts. "Say it," she echoed, her voice breathless.
The pressure built, coiled tight in my stomach, and I shattered. "Yours," I sobbed, the word ripped from me as my orgasm crashed through me, violent and raw. "I'm yours—fuck—"
His groan was guttural, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep, his release pulsing inside me. She didn't stop—just kept licking, kept touching, until I was shaking apart a second time, my thighs slick with my own come.
When he finally pulled out, his cum dripped down my thighs, and she was there, mouth open, catching every drop.
He smirked, watching her swallow. "Good girl."
Her eyes flicked to mine, dark with hunger. "Again?"
Before I could answer, his fingers knotted in my hair, yanking me upright against his chest. His cock—still hard—slid between my thighs from behind, smearing the mess we'd made. "She's not done," he growled, his breath hot on my neck. "You want her ass again or her mouth?"
The wife's tongue darted out to wet her lips. "Both."
I whimpered as he twisted my nipple between his fingers, the sharp pain making my pussy clench around nothing. "Turn around." He shoved me forward until my face hovered inches from her spread thighs, the musky scent of her arousal thick in my nose. "Lick her while I fuck you from behind."
She tangled her fingers in my hair, guiding my mouth to her slick folds. "Don't tease," she warned, her hips canting up to meet my tongue.
The first taste was electric—bitter salt and sweet cream. I moaned against her, lapping hungrily as her husband's cock breached me again in one brutal thrust. Her thighs trembled against my cheeks, her moans rising higher with each stroke of my tongue.
"Fuck her face," he commanded, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. "Make her choke on you."
She surged upward, grinding against my mouth with a choked cry. I could feel her thighs shaking, hear the obscene squelch of my own pussy as he pounded into me. The room spun—her taste, his cock, the slap of skin on skin—until I couldn't tell where I ended and they began.
"Look at her," he snarled, yanking my head back by the hair. Spit trailed from my lips to her glistening cunt. "She's fucking drunk on you."
The wife's fingers dug into my scalp. "Then let her drown."
She shoved my face back down, her hips rolling in filthy circles as I sucked her clit between my lips. His pace turned erratic, his cock pulsing inside me. "Gonna fill you up again," he hissed, his voice raw.
I arched, my scream muffled against her wet flesh as she came, her thighs clamping around my head. The vibration of her moans sent me over the edge just as he spilled inside me a second time, hot and thick.
Panting, she collapsed back onto the mattress, her fingers lazily tracing my swollen lips. "Still hungry?"
Before I could answer, his rough grip hauled me upright by the hair. His cock—still glistening with my spit—prodded at my mouth. "Open," he commanded, and I obeyed without hesitation, letting him thrust deep until my throat spasmed around him. His wife watched, her fingers circling my clit in slow, taunting strokes. "No," he growled, slapping her hand away. "She doesn't get to come."
My muffled whine vibrated against his shaft, desperate. She smirked, rolling onto her knees behind him, her nails raking down his back as she whispered in his ear—low, possessive. "Make her beg for it."
The withdrawal was brutal. He pulled out with a wet pop, leaving me gasping, my lips swollen and slick. "Hands behind your back," he ordered, binding my wrists with his belt before shoving me onto my knees. His wife straddled my thighs, her cunt hovering inches from my face, dripping. "Lick," she demanded, grinding against my mouth just enough to tease. "But if you come, I'll stop."
I strained against the leather binding my wrists, my hips jerking uselessly. Every swipe of my tongue drew a broken moan from her, her thighs trembling as she fucked my face. Behind her, he stroked himself lazily, his gaze locked on where my lips stretched around her. "Look at her," he muttered, his voice gravel. "Still fucking trying to rub off on the sheets."
She pulled back suddenly, denying me the heat of her. "No," she breathed, her fingers twisting in my hair. "Not yet." I could feel my own slick pooling beneath me, my clit throbbing with every ragged inhale. His chuckle was dark as he knelt behind me, his cock dragging through the mess between my thighs. "You want it?"
I nodded, frantic, my entire body trembling.
"Then say it." His teeth scraped my shoulder.
The wife's fingers pinched my nipple, sharp. "Louder."
"Fuck me," I sobbed, my voice raw. "Please—"
His thrust was merciless, splitting me open on a groan. She pressed closer, her tits smothering my face as she rode his rhythm, her moans muffled against my scalp. "Almost," she taunted, her breath hot. "Almost there—"
Then his palm cracked against my clit, and I shattered—or I would have, if she hadn't clamped her hand over me at the last second, denying the release with a laugh.
"Next time," she promised, her lips brushing my ear. "If you're good."
I arched against the belt binding my wrists, every muscle coiled tight, my clit pulsing under her cruel denial. The ache was unbearable—a live wire jammed straight into my core. Her husband's cock pistoned into me relentlessly, each stroke grinding against that spot that made my vision blur. "Fuck—please—" The plea tore from my throat, ragged and broken, but she just clucked her tongue and traced a single finger down my spine.
"So greedy," she murmured, her hips rolling in lazy circles against my ass. His grip on my hips tightened, fingers digging into the bruises he'd already left. "You think she'll come just from getting fucked?" he growled, his thrusts growing uneven, his balls slapping against my soaked skin. "Look at her. She's fucking shaking."
I was. Tremors wracked my body, my thighs slick with sweat and arousal, my breath coming in frantic gasps. She leaned over me, her tits pressing against my back, her teeth grazing my shoulder. "Beg properly," she whispered, her hand sliding between my legs to stroke my clit once—just once—before pulling away. The whimper that escaped me was pathetic, mangled.
His rhythm faltered, his cock twitching inside me. "Christ—" His groan was raw, his hips jerking forward as he spilled deep, his release scalding. She laughed, low and satisfied, as he pulled out, his cum dripping down my thighs. "Still wound tight, aren't you?" Her fingers slicked through the mess, smearing it over my clit in slow, taunting circles. My hips jerked, desperate for friction, but she pulled away with a smirk. "Ah-ah. Not yet."
He knelt behind me again, his cock—still hard, still glistening—resting heavy against my ass. "Eleven inches," he murmured, dragging the thick head through my slick folds without entering. "And you're not getting a single inch until you fucking earn it." The denial was torture, his tip just brushing my clit before retreating, over and over, until my thighs trembled.
"Please," I gasped, my voice wrecked. "Fuck me—just fuck me—"
"Say it like you mean it." His palm cracked against my ass, the sting sharp enough to make me arch. "Tell me what you are."
His wife's fingers twisted in my hair, yanking my head back. "A whore," she supplied, her breath hot against my ear. "Say it."
I choked on the word, my pussy clenching around nothing. "A whore," I whimpered. "Yours—I'm yours—"
He rewarded me with a single, brutal thrust, his cock splitting me open inch by agonizing inch, his pace deliberate, cruel. "Feel that?" he gritted out, his hips rolling in slow, grinding circles. "Every fucking vein." My nails scraped the sheets, my thighs shaking as he stretched me wider, deeper. "You want to come?" His hand fisted in my hair, wrenching my head back. "Too bad."
She traced my spine with one fingernail, her smirk audible. "Next time, sweetheart."
The ache was unbearable—a live wire jammed into my core, my clit throbbing with every torturous stroke. "I can't—" My voice cracked, my body strung tight, teetering on the edge. His laugh was dark as he pulled out entirely, leaving me empty, dripping.
"Good." He patted my ass, the sting lingering. "Now beg for round two."
I gasped, my thighs sticky with sweat and his cum. Every shift of my hips ground my clit against nothing—just air, just the ghost of friction. His wife trailed a finger down my spine, chuckling when I arched into it like a starving thing. "Look at her," she murmured. "Dripping all over the sheets like a bitch in heat."
His cock nudged my entrance again, thick and relentless, the head catching on my swollen folds without pushing in. "You hear that?" He dragged the tip through my slick, painting my thighs with it. "That's the sound of you not getting fucked."
I whimpered, my wrists straining against the belt. The denial was worse than any spanking—my pussy clenched around nothing, pulsing with every ragged breath. His wife straddled my thighs, her cunt hovering just above my mouth. "Lick," she ordered, grinding down until my nose pressed into her curls. "But if you come, I stop."
The first taste was electric—bitter salt and her arousal thick on my tongue. I moaned against her, lapping hungrily as his cock teased my entrance, the blunt head pressing just enough to stretch without giving relief. "Fuck—" The word dissolved into a sob as he withdrew entirely, leaving me empty.
"Pathetic," he muttered, smacking my ass hard enough to leave a handprint. "You'd come from just my voice, wouldn't you?"
His wife rocked against my mouth, her thighs trembling. "She's trying," she gasped, her fingers tightening in my hair. "Look at her—fucking grinding on the air."
He chuckled, his palm smoothing over the sting. "Then let's see how long she lasts." His cock slid home in one brutal thrust, burying all eleven inches deep. My scream was muffled against her cunt, my body bowing as he pinned my hips down. "No," he growled, his pace agonizingly slow. "You don't get to move."
She moaned above me, her climax crashing as his thrusts turned shallow, deliberate. "Almost," she taunted, her voice breaking. "Almost there—"
Then he stopped entirely, his cock twitching inside me as he denied us both.
The sob that tore from my throat was raw. "Please—"
"Next time," he promised, withdrawing with a wet sound. "If you're good."
She collapsed onto the bed beside me, her fingers idly tracing my trembling lips. "Think she'll last?"
His laugh was dark. "Doubt it."