Cons, MMF, MM, F Solo, FemDom
Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. Please do not copy this story to any site without my permission.
It was the evening of the annual Autumn Nights Ball in the suburbs of West Hollywood. Over the years, the ball had grown its reputation as being one of the biggest nights of the year, attracting stars from all walks of life. The Water Cliff Spa hosted the evening every year on their sprawling luxury resort. The campus included a recently renovated hotel who’s claim to fame before the ball had been a visit or two from Michael Jackson, a massive antique ballroom large enough to house a small nation, and an enormous pool; modern, but themed after a beachside resort. The individual pieces of the spa’s grounds hadn’t exactly matched, but thanks to an anonymous wealthy donor, the spa was first bid when the Autumn Nights Ball was looking for a new place to call home when it moved from Vegas to LA.
The event was set. Spotlights shot into the late evening’s sky, cutting the humidity with an angelic beam pointed at the heavens, signaling one and all to join in on the excessiveness and debauchery; a bat signal for the wealthy. Press had shown up hours before to cover the red-carpet entrance to get exclusive interviews with the stars, show off the gowns and garments, and get the inside scoop on all the latest drama being talked about through the Hills. As the dark night’s sky approached, celebs arrived one by one. The women wowed the crowd with their fashion and beauty while the men flashed intense gazes forcing fangirls to fall weak in the knees.
Coming off an extremely successful, both commercial and critical year, Ariana Grande had just arrived. Her driver pulled the black Audi sedan up to the curb, circled around to her door, and announced her entrance to the crowd. The moment she stepped onto the long carpet set to great the guests, social media was buzzing. She wasn’t wearing a traditional gown. No, she had done that before. Ariana wanted to shock. Not shock in the provocative meat dress kind-of-way, or shock in the provocative translucent top and bottom that left little to the imagination kind-of-way, but shock in the kind-of-way that had people falling to her feet to appreciate her holiness; but holiness was not the night’s theme. The Autumn Night’s Ball had a theme every year, and this year’s theme was Sin.
Ariana stuck one black heel out of the dark vehicle. She stepped out and the camera’s lit up. She stood tall as she gave brief poses, giving the pap’s their thousand-dollar shots.
Her top was a tight black sleeveless number that had a deep cutting neckline stretching all the way down her navel, showing off ample cleavage and a revealing amount of her famous bronzed skin. It met a plain tiny black skirt that was short enough to warrant looking both ways before she bent over. Her long legs joined to a pair of sharp black heels, decorated with large black bows. The pop star’s hands and forearms were covered by black 60’s flapper gloves. On her hip was a tiny black tote bag, and atop her signature top knot ponytail was an Ariana-classic: a large pair of matching bunny ears.
“ARIANA OVER HERE!” snap snap “LOOK THIS WAY!” snap FLASH snap
Paparazzi were gushing over her look with dollar signs in their eyes. Ariana wasn’t shy to show a little skin, but recently she had been wearing baggier and lose fitting clothing, rarely showing anything but the slightest bit of cleavage off to the perverts of the world. The pap’s knew these UHQ shots would earn them more than a night’s meal.
Ariana did a spin before making her way slowly down the red carpet. She stopped every so often as a reporter begged her for two minutes to discuss her outfit, her success, and how her world tour was going. After the interruptions, she made her way up a tall set of stairs that led into the ballroom. She had attended the night alone; unusual for her character, but tonight she just wanted to celebrate her accomplishments without having to worry about another’s enjoyment.
The five-foot two woman looked over the crowed as she walked through the monumental archways that led from the entrance to the atrium. She could spot a few familiar faces in the crowd, Selena Gomez, the Jenner Sisters, and Bella Hadid among the others, but it was crowded. There were pockets of people naturally clustered around the bigger celebs, Beyoncé accompanied by her billion-dollar husband, Harry Styles, and Lady Gaga. She waded her way down between taller shoulders. The crowd stepped out of her way as she parted the bodies but was ultimately stopped by her friend Demi Lovato who was recently returning from a third trip to rehab. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, she made her way to the bar and ordered a drink. After about ten minutes of crowd watching and dodging conversation with nobodies, she took a second round, this time a little stronger. She clicked her painted manicured nails against the pristine marble countertop when she spotted two men trying to avoid obvious glances across the bar. The fitted black tuxedos they were wearing helped them blend into the crowd. She didn’t recognize them as celebrities but did admire their good looks. Fueled with two shots of something strong and a year’s worth of commercial success’ confidence, she made her move, fingering both to come closer. The man watching tapped his friend on the shoulder in disbelief as they shuffled closer.
“What are you two looking at,” Ariana asked while she swished the ice in her third glass of the night.
They were surprised, expecting an introduction a little more friendly. “You Miss Grande! You look gorgeous tonight! We couldn’t believe it was you to be honest,” one of the men responded politely.
“Well I do appreciate it.” She sucked air through a straw as her drink went dry. “I thought I would like a night like this, but here I am at the bar, drinking alone, talking to two nobodies like yourselves.”
She reassured them after their reactions. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, two great looking nobodies with great bodies,” she slipped out as she gave them a glance over, “but it’s not like you’re Pitt or Leo.”
The two stood before her, but didn’t quite know whether to be offended, honored, or a bit of both. Before they could must up a come back, Ariana continued.
“I’ve got an idea. There’s a hotel here, right,” she thought aloud. “Why don’t we go make our own night of Sin?”
“Sorry,” the taller man asked as he blinked his eyes no short of three times, “couldn’t really hear you over this music. Did you ask about the hotel?”
She groaned. Clearly her line didn’t land the immediate response she was looking for over the booming speakers. She reached out a glove-covered hand, grabbing one of their suits, and pulled them behind her like a train as she escorted them out of the ballroom.
The trio made their way down the decadent halls. The tacky carpets had been ripped out to reveal the hardwood below. The walls were once changed over from the dated stained yellow wallpaper to an off-white coat of fresh paint. The hallways were decorated with paintings of the famous and brilliant and dotted with expensive sculpture. The singer ran her fingers along the side wall while the men followed closely behind. Her heals popped against the wood surface.
They arrived at her assigned room should she have to stay the night- 17B. She inserted her keycard, waited for the glow of the green light, and swung open the heavy door. Ariana let the men walk past her towards the large interior and took notice of how sheepish the two of them appeared.
“I’m glad that you two could join me on thi-,” she was rudely interrupted by the sound of a loud knock at the door behind her.
“Whatt the fucc, why isn’t this sstupid card working,” a drunken male voice slurred. “Vanessa let me try yours!”
“Sorry darling, this room’s full up for tonight’s games,” Ariana shouted back as she heard the slurred fool swear and stumble down the hall.
She looked upon her guests. “I do know how to pick em,” and licked her lips.
They watched as Ariana, still having barely left the doorway, shook off her fluffy top jacket. It hit the ground as she set her trademarked bunny ears on the doorknob. These men could tell that she came up to the room with a purpose. Ariana flashed the men her dazzlingly distracting outfit. She watched her reflection in their pupils and they eye fucked the princess from head to toe, and she was still full clothed!
She reached up behind her neck, and with a quick unlock, allowed the two black parallel pieces of her top fall and hang at her waist. Most celebs would wear tape or pasties on the inside of their outfit when going braless out in public, but not Ariana. Not tonight. Her chest was exposed, showing the men what few others have seen: the perfection of Ariana Grande’s tanned tits. She wanted to get to the point. She knew what she came to do, and that ain’t gonna change. Ariana wiggled out of the tightest black skirt known to man. She was wearing a full pantie and garter stocking ensemble; black to match the rest of her Ball’s outfit.
She looked over her subjects with a devilish grin, “I don’t know if you’ve earned all this.” She motioned her hands up and down her half naked body. Her palms outlined her tiny breasts and pushed them up in an effort to tease the men standing in aw in front of her.
One looked to the other and spoke in absolutely unison, “we’ll do anything, Goddess!”
That word. It excited her. 'Goddess', she said to herself in her head, I like that. It had a weight; a power. She toyed with the debaucherous thoughts renting out her drunken and horny mind.
“Anything is a dangerous word you two. Don’t use it unless you mean it,” she warned.
They gulped, and replied back hesitantly after nonverbally confirming with one another, “we mean it.”
Her eyes glowed. “Strip!”
Ariana moved to sit on the edge of bed to watch as the two quickly removed their ensembles. It took them a matter of seconds to make sure they followed orders and appeared nude in front of her. The two men’s physiques were even more impressive than Ariana could imagine. At the bar, she could tell they were both in shape, and both were as cute as they were mature looking, but in front of her could have stood Chris Hemsworth and Chris Evans’ bodies and she wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference. Their chests were ripped and pronounced; abs rock hard and formed a defined V that led directly down to swinging cocks. Her drunken judgement had them at around seven inches; certainly not the biggest the Goddess had ever had, but their girth and sagging full testicles made up for that. Their bodies had not a single thread of hair on them. Two perfect male specimens for her to spend her night of Sin with. One of the two, more bashful than the other, attempted to cover up his package while the other gave his own a couple pumps, knowing what was to come.
Ariana leaned backwards and rested comfortably on the bed. She opened her legs to the men, still covering her everything with the lacy undergarments, and allowed them to step forward.
“You need to prove your loyalty to me, your Goddess.”
“Yes Goddess, whatever you wish.”
She pointed to the shyer man, “get on your knees and suck his cock.”
“Wh-what,” he asked puzzled.
“You heard her man, suck my cock,” the other repeated as he turned towards him and gave his cock another couple pumps.
Ariana flattened her back and hiked up her knees into a position to pleasure herself while one of the two hunks in front of her dropped to their knees. A long hard two-toned-colored cock slapped onto his face. He relaxed his jaw and opened wide for the fleshy stiffened organ. The giver rested his hands on either side of receiver’s head and pushed forward inside.
Ariana unfastened the clips connecting her garter to her stockings, spread her legs wide, and pushed aside the black lacey thong covering her privates to reveal her tan puffy lips. Her labia were full and throbbing, clearly visibly aroused by the erotic hunk-on-hunk action in front of her. She watched as one stud teared up and gagged on the other’s massive meat penetrating his mouth, using his throat to lube his cock. Her fingers danced around her clitoris as she introduced her finger to the source of her lustful needs. The man fucking throat watched as the Goddess teased herself and gripped the other stud’s head harder as he filled him up.
gack gack gack
‘Anything,’ she thought. Ariana bit her lip while she watched, “you boys fucking love me don’t you?”
“Yessss,” the one with the free mouth said. The other, with eyes rosy and watering, looked over to her and nodded his head. She could spot even his cock hardening between his thighs.
“Such good boys! Fuck that mouth for me!”
From where the men stood just a few feet away from the bed, performing for Ariana herself, they could see she was absolutely glowing with feminine power. Her finger was digging inside her pussy while a second rotated tiny circles on and around her pink clit. Her stockings and garnet still skin tight, whilst her small breasts bump to the tune of her masturbation. Her long pony was wrapped around her throat, throwing itself back and forth in a chaotic rock while she finger-fucked herself watching the men use themselves for her!
Ariana loved this shit. She could not help making men, worshippers, do whatever she wanted. That power gave her all the finger-fucking fuel in the world. The fact that these two men would go to extreme lengths to even get the chance to smell her ass was all she needed to squirt all over their faces from halfway across the room. Her head grew fuzzy, but she was quickly growing bored of the ball-smacking clangor that consumed her ears. She needed to escalate to feed her appetite.
“Is that cock nice and slippery now?”
“Yes Goddess,” he replied as he pulled his long cock from the mouth of her puppet.
“Good, now bend him over and fuck his ass,” she demanded as she pushed her index finger knuckle deep and curled to tease her g spot.
The sub, now finally taking full breaths, was shocked. “Ariana- Goddess, please. I’ve never done that before. I mean, I know I’m not straight, but that’s a little much isn’t it,” he pleaded.
Ariana stopped massaging herself. She stood up, walked over towards the man still on his knees, and towered over him as the other gentleman watched silently. Ariana was only 5’2, but her dominance made her feel 5’11 to the man on the ground. She slowly but firmly pushed her foot into his face. She kept going and going until the man was forced to fall over, face flat on the floor.
“What did you say to me,” she asked in a shout.
“I-I…”
“I am a fucking Goddess. YOUR Goddess. You’ll do anything I tell you to, and maybe, JUST MAYBE if you’re good, I’ll let you taste the sweat from my pussy.” A drop of her liquid dripped from her folds right on queue and landed on his forehead. “If I want you to take his seven-inch cock down your tight man ass, then you’ll take his seven-inch cock up your ass, got it?”
The man grew red in the face, “y-yes Goddess. I’m so sorry!” He blinked as the droplet of juice ran down his face and stung his eye. She wiped the liquid from his face with her toes.
“Good boy. Now turn over, face down ass up, and get ready for that cock.” She reached out and flung a finger on the other man’s twitched cock like a bobblehead. “You don’t have a problem fucking another man’s ass for me, do you?” She gave him an appreciative kiss.
“No ma’am.”
“Good. Pretend it’s my little tushie and you’ll love it even more,” she giggled as she walked sexily back to the bed giving him a show of the for mentioned ass.
She slid garter and thong combo down her legs but let the stockings remain home on her stunning tan legs. Almost entirely naked, she returned to the bed and assumed the same position before the sub’s objection. She tossed a pillow down to the ground for her new anal slave.
“For the pain; you know, for your knees,” she snickered as her eyes locked on the dripping wet cock about to penetrate his virgin asshole.
Watching such a muscular man in downward dog ready to flex his sexuality for her really got her juices flowing. The dominant hunk gave a smack on the ass to the man bent over revealing his everything, cock lined up with his ass while Ariana traced her areolas and pinched her nipples. Her tattooed-covered left hand roamed her pert chest while her right teased her clit whilst seven inches of man meat began its descent into a forbidden entrance. The sissy squealed while the dom pushed him harder against the ground.
“Owww! Go slow,” he asked. The dom ignored, starring down his Goddess. Their gaze was sealed on one another; she had persuaded him to use this toy in front of him rather than giving him the pleasure of her own body- a woman-made barrier between the two- flesh on flesh on flesh. The connection in the room was electric. Ariana’s eyes were lit aflame while the dom’s eyes were filled with a hypnotic lust. His chiseled jaw yearned for its rightful place at the base of the bed, eating the drenched nether regions of the mistress pleasuring her pussy ten feet from the male on male Sin. Ariana swirled, and smacked, and slithered her fingers around her snatch while she watched the two subjects.
“That’s it, that’s it!” Her voice grew rapidly in volume. “Fill his fucking ass for me! HARDER!”
He pounded deeper.
“FASTER!” She screamed.
He picked his pace up. His thick cock filled manpussy while his sagging balls clapped against the other’s taint.
“LOUDER!” Ariana demanded using the same octave she would on stage belting out a high note.
“FUUUUCK,” he yelled back as his orgasm crept closer and closer. The sub was all but silent; the top half of his body cemented flat against the ground while the bottom half he took dick. His ass was being pulled apart and stretched by an equally hung hunk.
He moaned, “I’M GONNA FUCKIN-“
He was beaten to the punch. A strong jet of sticky liquid shot from Ariana’s cunt and landed on the hardwood floor in a puddle at the face of the sub. Her body rocked while her fingers finished her high off by stroking her throbbing clit. Her whole frame jolted like she was having an epileptic fit. Her chest was bright red and covered in sweat.
She panted and giggled, “beat you to it. Don’t you dare cum! You cum when I say!”
“Yes Goddess,” he replied. The fucking halted.
“Force him to lick up my squirt. Use his face like a fucking sponge.”
“Yes Goddess.” He pushed the sub’s face into the pool, smearing his hair in the juice imitating a mop. His tongue reached for as much as it could get. While humiliating, he knew that this might be his only chance to taste his Goddess.
Ariana watched as the floor was cleaned. “You like the taste of my cum, hmmm,” she asked.
The sub looked up to her for the first time since he was used so violently. “Y-yes Goddess.”
“Hmmm,” she thought, “you’ve been a good boy so far. Maybe you do deserve a reward. You both do. Both of you, come up here.”
Cock was plucked from ass. The sub got up from his sissy position and they both stood naked in front of their Goddess on the bed. She laughed to herself when she saw the submissive’s cock was even harder than the dominant’s, and leaking quite a healthy amount of precum. He blushed.
She threw the man a box of tissues from the bedside table, “clean those cocks up. I want you,” she pointed to the dom, “to fuck my pussy. And I want you,” she pointed to the sub, “to clean up all the mess he makes while he’s fucking me. Maybe you’ll get a treat afterwards.”
He gulped. At this point though, he was all in. Letting a man fuck him, nothing like he had ever done before, was a line that he would have only crossed for his Goddess, so the potential opportunity for something more with her was more than enough of an incentive to continue down the path she led.
Ariana reassumed the position on her back while the men stepped up to the plate. The entire time she was speaking, her hand was working her privates; she was foaming for them. One of the hunk’s cock was tissue-washed, spotless, and ready for penetration while the other continued to be ignored in torture. He leaned over Ariana in missionary and slowly started the deep dive exploration of her trench. Her pupils grew twice the size while her foamed entrance engulfed the head of the dom’s cock. Her moist walls expanded for the size of his shaft. The slick insides led for a smooth ride while she gasped.
“FuUuuuUk yes that’s the spot!” Her eager hands explored his ripped arms and chest while the sub waited her command. “Your cock is so god damn thick.”
Her personal fuck-stick continued to slowly pump his way inside his Goddess as he leaned over her, learning her shape.
“Mphhh fuck, now I know what he felt like,” she looked over to the sub who was watching, waiting patiently. “God DAMN, never stop fucking me. JESUS!”
“You like tha-,” he responded, but was shushed as Ariana planted a single finger on his lips. Her tits rocked up and down while she was fucked.
“Shush shush shush,” she whispered. “You don’t get to say anything.” She winked.
slap slap slap
The same saggy ball sack now thumped against his Goddess’ bum while he filled her. Ariana’s eyes trailed down to the sub waiting ever so patiently. He was focused on watching his Goddess’ cunt being fucked not two feet away from his face.
Ariana snickered between moans, “Go on- take a taste.”
The sub responded by creeping up close, hesitantly, and reached his tongue out. There wasn’t much room for his attention amid the missionary sex, but he was able to take the smallest of tastes of her left ass check. Her skin was salty from the sweat, but undoubtably perfect. He took taste another with the tip of his tongue, then explored with a full lick. He flattened his tongue and ran it up her cheek closer to her dark asshole. He was growing eager; impatient even.
‘After all this torture, don’t I deserve something,’ he thought to himself. Ariana took notice and humored him.
“Take slap a taste of me slap off his balls,” she offered.
Her pussy juices were practically gushing out of her now, all around the fucker’s shaft, thighs, and sack. Now a mere inch from the subs face, he pounced on the opportunity. He took a similarly slick lick to the hunk’s shaven sack, caressing a single ball. He popped one in his mouth and was hit with a wave of worship. The creamy, salty, sweet, and savory combination of flavors swirled on his tongue and coated his entire mouth. Taste buds erupted and his mind melted while he tasted his Goddess, curtesy of another man’s balls.
Ariana squeaked as her horizontal tango partner fucked her harder with the added sensation. His balls being sucked only added towards his pleasure. Her perky barely B’s jiggled uncontrollable. She reached up and tweaked her nipples again- one of Ariana’s favorite feelings. The dom leaned over and took one breast in his mouth and applied a gentle pressure to her peak with his teeth.
“Oh GOD yes,” Ariana screamed. “Tease those titties!”
He adjusted so one arm held his weight on the bed while the other cupped her free breast. His right leg raised to help stabilize himself opening up more of a view for the sack-sucker below him. He could now get a full view of the white cream surrounding the base of the other’s thick cock while his sack flung back to back against his Goddess’ body. Ariana’s tight rim of an asshole flexed and flourished while her box was punched. The sub finally saw his chance; he let the balls loose and formed a spear with his tongue and went straight for his target. He hit.
Another squeak. “FUCK!” Ariana’s anus was now invaded by a thick tongue. Her pussy was being jackhammered by a seven-inch cock, her ass eaten by an anal slave, and her tits being groped by a man nearly double her size. She was in heaven. They knew how to treat her right. These worshippers would do whatever they could to please her.
Nearly out of breath, she managed a new command. “Pull your cock out of me, right now, and force it down his throat.”
“Yes Goddess,” the dom replied.
The sword was slowly pulled from the stone, leaving a creamy residue all over his length. The dom pulled the sub’s head away from Miss Grande’s ass by the hair, and with his mouth still open, shoved his cock right into his mouth. The sub barely recognized the change. He was now conditioned. His eyes were kept closed, and his throat opened. The suspiciously good cock sucker took the entire length down his throat without a single gag. Cock sucking turned into chin grinding, holding the invading cock deep in his mouth without hesitation. Ariana watched and continued to tease her empty holes while the dom quickly fucked the other man’s face.
slap slap slap
Balls now slapped against another man’s chin. He took his cock out to give the man a breath. ALL of Ariana’s cream was licked clean. His cock looked like it had been spit shined clean! Ariana practically applauded with approval.
“Bravo, bravo! You really know how to take a cock! I would be jealous if I didn’t think I could do a better job!” The teary-eyed sub and close-to-cumming dom gazed upon their Goddess. “Ready for your reward,” she asked the two. They nodded their heads. “Good!”
For the first time since collapsing on the bed, she repositioned. Now, Ari got on her hands and knees and moved up the bed towards the headboard, crawling away from the men giving them a clear view of their most dreamt of holes. The room light was dimmed, but even they could still make out the outline of her tight entrances. Ariana looked back at them, doing her best Elisha Cuthbert in Girl Next Door impersonation, “you wanna fuck me?”
They nodded in unison again.
She took her tiny hand to her round ass cheek and gave a quick spank. “Well what are you waiting for?”
The two men nearly tripped falling over towards the bed. They positioned themselves to take both her holes at the same time; her ass lubed from saliva, and her pussy already as wet as a raging river. She stopped them.
“You two have been very good boys tonight for your Goddess. I think you need to really be rewarded.” She looked at them with her puppy dog eyes. “You two can both take my cunt… you know… if you think you two can fit?” She batted her big eyelashes bashfully. She spread her cheeks enough to really expand her lower lips for a full view deep inside her. A bright pink interior stared the two back as their jaws dropped.
They looked at each other’s cocks. Both long and girthy, they didn’t look like they’d fit in the tiny girl. She observed their silent discussion.
“Don’t worry, I’m big girl,” she said as she gave her pussy a couple light taps. “I’m known for being,” she searched for the right word, “accommodating.” The tiny pop-princess giggled and covered her smile.
The two studs approached, stiffening with each stroke until they reached their Goddess. She allowed one of the two underneath her. Propped up on all fours, she was face to face with the patient submissive while the second was now kneeling at the base of the bed. Both the hunks had their junk hovering, waiting, for her signal.
Ariana got comfortable; she dropped her weight onto the muscular man below her. Her breasts smooshed against his pecs, and her legs layered on his. She gave him a kiss on the cheek, whispered to him, “I told you you’d be rewarded!” She cocked her head behind her to look back.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, “ready boys?” She patted the chest below her, giving the all clear. He handled his prick and pushed his inflated head against her cunt. Her folds parted with ease. She was a warmed oven, preheating was done, and now she was ready to bake.
“Fuck that’s the good stuff! Just as nice as your friend there.” She felt inch after inch push inside her. His length slide with ease. “God, I love a nice lubed cock inside me! Deeper!”
She panted while she motioned the second worshipper, “you’re next big boy!”
The head of his cock slapped against the base of the other’s. The bottom of his shaft was already glistening with Ariana’s juices. It made for an easy entrance. The new participant slide his cock right up the shaft of the first, and squeezed his way inside his Goddess’ pussy slowly. She shrieked but allowed lust to open her pussy wider. Her eyes rolled.
“FUCK,” she screamed! “God fucking damnit YES! Squeeze inside me! UGH!”
He kept pushing deeper while the cock below him thrust at a constant, rhythmic pace. The friction of the additional cock sent his head spinning, whist their Goddess was overwhelmed in cock heaven.
“God yes boys! Pump those cocks inside me! Keep going!”
They both picked up the pace as Goddess Ariana’s hands roamed their muscles. “Fuck-“ she said before being cut off with a pair of wet lips. She kissed deep as her cunt was double fucked.
A thick ooze of white cream seeped out from her hole, finding space to leak where it could around the shafts pounding her. The power rushed to her head. Ariana’s body rocked while she came! She broke from the kiss and screamed, “FUCK ME SLAVES!”
The man on top gave her ass two big spanks on either cheek while she was riding her high. The red handprint stained her tan ass while they continued to pump. The horse-cocked-stud on the bottom cried out that he couldn’t hold much longer. The friction inside that tight space was too much to be shared with another cock. The sensation was overwhelming!
Ariana braced herself with her hands wide on the bed. She looked into the bottom man’s eyes, “cum for your Goddess!”
The moment she gave her permission, his cock sprayed the inside of her walls with his fertile paste! His cock pulsed as it pushed ropes and ropes of cum from his balls through and out of his head coating the inside of his Goddess and the adjacent cock. His eyes closed and his mouth open as he moaned. Ariana moved one of her dainty tattooed hands to cover his mouth to control his breaking. His cock slowly stopped it’s thrusting while the other picked up its pace. The second man, the one taking Ariana from behind hadn’t cum yet, was now slicked with another worshippers cum. He grabbed Ariana’s cheeks and pulled them apart whilst he built up his explosion.
Ariana looked back at him while still holding her palm to the other’s mouth. The seductive gaze she gave told him one thing, ‘cum now!’
He jackhammered until she got what she wanted- she always does. His head tilted back. He squeezed his glutes and pushed his final thrust deep within her, pushing his pubic mound against her ass, and held position. His massive cock squirt it’s load as far inside her pussy as possible and screamed out her name.
“ARIANA!”
“Cum for me! Cum for your fucking Goddess!”
“FUCK Goddess,” he moaned.
“That’s it, good boy,” she said as she stroked his hand on her ass. “Push that cum out for me!” She rocked her body slowly back and forth to milk out the last couple drops. When she pulled forward, the first nearly flaccid cock fell out of her crammed pussy with a pop, slinging a stream of sticky liquid with it. She worked the second cock to completion, watching his face react with every new motion.
Feeling a final pulse of his meat inside her, she pulled herself free from him. His cock was like a cork holding the lewd mess back. A mixture of man milk and her own sexual concoction landed on the man’s groin who was resting below her, covering him with the night’s event.
Ariana was quick. She was already on her feet and headed to the en suite bathroom. The man watched, astounded by her sudden energy. They slumped over, next to each other on the bed when she looked back at them.
She blew a kiss while she started the shower. “Get ready for round two boys!”
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