The Gangbang 4.4/5 (18)

One weekday afternoon, I got a series of texts from KK. The first was strange to say the least:

“fuxing in 14a”

The context-free text had me wondering. KK often plays word games, and there was a possibility it was just one of those. So far as I was aware, it was just another ordinary work day. The word ‘fuxing’ wasn’t immediately obvious, other than it was misspelled.

A few seconds later, a second text appeared in the conversation:

“u can cum 2”

At that point, my interest was peaked. KK sometimes teases with her language, which seemed to be the current case. I was thinking about my reply when the third text appeared in the conversation stream, a photo.

That image caught my attention – a sort of ‘selfie’ – in the foreground, there were two big, erect, deeply-veined cocks; cock-head to cock-head, pressed together at the tip. Visible underneath these two engorged penises was the tip of a wet, pink tongue. My wife’s tongue to be specific… KK’s upper lip covered part of both cock-heads, but they were too big to be completely engulfed.

The two big cocks obscured KK’s mouth and chin, in the mid-ground, the ‘selfie’ showed KK’s eyes, wide and glassy-looking. In the background, there was an image in a mirror, a familiar looking abstract print hanging on a wall. Hard and throbbing, I studied the photo for a minute or two, realizing the image was likely shot in a hotel bedroom at a venue we frequently use for encounters.

The next text in the series appeared:

“hurry need mor cox”

KK was clearly wasting no time with spelling or grammar. I called my admin, and told her that I was going to an impromptu meeting off-site. I texted KK, “On my way. Save some for me.”

I rolled the dice that my instinct was correct, that KK’s cock-licking selfie was in fact taken at the familiar encounter hotel near the airport, and headed that way. Fortunately traffic was relatively light, I made it in just under a half hour.

At this hotel, an extended stay facility, the buildings are numbered, the suites identified by the letters A-M (no ‘I’, probably to avoid confusion), twelve to a building. The A, F, G, and M suites are corner two-bedroom loft style units, the remainder interior to the building. I found building 14, scanning the lot hoping to see KK’s car. I got lucky, spotting it on the end space, right in front of building 14, suite A.

The parking lot was busy, in view of the hotel office, it was after check-in time, so there was a lot of traffic.

I parked, hurried over to the door, checked to make sure of the room number, then knocked with moderate force and tempo. I waited impatiently, but even after another knock, there was no response.

These suites have a private, fenced patio at ground level, but there is no gate. I contemplated briefly the notion of climbing the fence, to look into the glass doorways that form the windows to the suite bedroom and dining/den area, but common sense prevailed. I tried to find a knot-hole to look through, but there were none, and no gaps in the privacy fencing that allowed me a view.

Back at the suite’s door, I knocked harder, longer. I was beginning to wonder if I was in the right place, apprehensive that I was knocking on the door of an otherwise occupied suite, or an empty unit. Finally there was a bit of noise, a deadbolt being withdrawn, then the lever moved.

I was stunned. It was still broad daylight outside, the parking lot had some traffic in it – KK had opened the suite’s entry door wide, standing in the doorway, naked, save for a pair of black thigh-high stockings, and her shiny red ‘fuck-me’ ankle-strap pumps! KK’s make-up was over-done, like she was in costume; heavy eye shadow, red-red lipstick, her false lashes were on as well.

The sight left me speechless. KK’s chest was glistening with sweat, her big tits exposed as she stood in the doorway, one hand on the door frame, the other near the top of the door, with her legs apart. KK said, “Hi there big boy! What’s the secret password?”

KK appeared to be slightly drunk, it was pretty clear she was stoned as well. Even standing outside the suite’s doorway, I got a little hint of the odor of pot.

KK was playing a game, but I wasn’t in on the rules. Again, KK said, “Well sweetie, what’s the password?”

I blurted out, “Baby, you’re naked! The parking lot’s full of people!”

KK said, “Well, that’s not it, but I’ll let you in anyways…”

She moved out of the doorway, gesturing me inside. KK said, “It looks like you’re glad to see me! That’s so sweet” while smirking and pointing at the tent in my slacks.

“Come inside, and let’s keep the party going!”

Inside the suite, the scent of sex was unmistakable, the odor of good pot, and the aroma of tequila all signs that KK had been at it a while.

KK said, “Get nekkid in here baby, have a toke and shot, then take your pill like a big boy – do it, ‘k sweetie, ’cause I’m going to need some help in a few minutes. Oh, and put your toys on for me.”

She disappeared into the suite’s downstairs bedroom, closing the door behind her, leaving me in the den/dining/kitchen area.

It was thoughtful of KK to plan including me in whatever she was up to. On the table was her favorite ceramic one-hitter, a few glasses, lime halves, a salt shaker, a big bottle of Cuervo Gold, KK’s little pot ‘stash box’, a lighter, a whole 20mg Cialis tablet, and a little black velvet bag.

I did as KK suggested, packed a fresh bowl, hit it, downed a shot of tequila, swallowed the dose of Cialis KK’d left on the table with another shot, then I got stripped down. I opened the draw-string on the velvet bag, and emptied the contents onto the table top.

KK had brought along my leather cock and ball spreader, along with one of her favorite cock toys; she’d gifted me a pewter glans ring two anniversaries prior. I’m not terribly fond of it, because it desensitizes me somewhat.

The thick pewter ring has two large balls on its ends, and it fits tight, right behind my coronal ridge. KK loves the way the balls feel in her pussy while I fuck her with the ring on. I put on the strap, spit on my fingers, lubing up my cock-head to ease the ring into place.

I took one more hit from the pipe, chasing it with a swig of tequila, before venturing in to see what KK was up to. The buzz from the pot and tequila was good. I was semi-erect from adorning my cock for KK’s use.

Opening the suite’s bedroom door, I saw KK sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide. There were two men with her – one of them I recognized; Alan, the current boyfriend and fuck-toy that ‘belongs’ to KK’s best non-vanilla friend, Becky. The other guy I had no clue about. Both of them were naked, their cocks semi-erect, they were both reclined against pillows piled against the headboard.

KK said, “You know Alan, right baby? Beck loaned him to me while she’s out of town. This is his friend Jay. They’re both squeaky clean, nice boys, just like I like! We’ve been having some naughty fun. Did you like the pic I messaged you?”

2 Comments

  • Steve

    Reply Reply December 31, 2019

    I loved it. So glad that KK liked it in her ass…..mmmmm

  • Jon

    Reply Reply January 14, 2020

    Terrible story. Ridiculous. Cuckolding is about celebrating a woman’s sexual needs not this kind of way over the top nonsense. Some of the site’s stories are quite good and more or less believable. Not this one.

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