She walked into the hotel bar wearing a tight black dress that hugged her curves like it was painted on. Emily spotted them right away—Jamal, tall and built with deep brown skin, and Mike, the white guy with broad shoulders and a cocky grin. They’d messaged her separately on the app, but when she suggested they both show up, neither backed down.
“Two guys, one girl,” Jamal said as she joined them at the table, his voice low and rough. “You sure you can handle that?”
Emily sipped her drink and smiled. “I’m counting on it.”
They didn’t waste time with small talk. Twenty minutes later they were in the elevator, hands already on her. Jamal’s dark fingers slid under her dress and cupped her ass while Mike kissed her hard, tongue pushing deep. The second the door to the suite closed, clothes started hitting the floor.
Jamal’s cock was thick and black, already hard and heavy. Mike’s was long and veiny, pale against his fist as he stroked it. Emily dropped to her knees between them and took Jamal first, wrapping her lips around that fat head and sucking hard. He groaned and pushed deeper, stretching her mouth. She gagged but kept going, spit running down her chin while she reached over and jerked Mike’s cock at the same time.
“Fuck, look at that,” Mike muttered. “White girl sucking black cock like she needs it.”
She switched, taking Mike’s dick into her throat while her hand worked Jamal’s slick shaft. They took turns fucking her face, holding her hair, using her mouth until tears streaked her makeup. When they pulled her up, Jamal bent her over the bed and shoved two fingers straight into her soaked pussy.
“Already dripping,” he said. “You want both of us in this tight cunt tonight?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Fuck me.”
Jamal lined up and slammed in first, burying every inch of that thick black cock in one thrust. Emily cried out, gripping the sheets. He fucked her hard and fast, skin slapping, his heavy balls swinging. Mike moved in front of her and fed his cock back into her mouth so she was getting it from both ends.
They swapped after a few minutes. Mike took her pussy while Jamal fed her his cock, making her taste her own juices. She moaned around the thick shaft, body rocking between them. Sweat slicked her skin. Every thrust made her tits bounce.
“Time to stretch that pussy wider,” Jamal said.
They moved her to the middle of the bed. Mike lay on his back and pulled her on top of him. She sank down on his cock, then leaned forward so Jamal could press in from behind. The head of his black dick nudged against her already filled hole.
“Push back,” Jamal ordered.
Emily pushed. The stretch burned at first, then gave way as both cocks slid inside her at once.
She was stuffed full, two different cocks—dark and pale—pumping in and out of her pussy together. The wet, filthy sound of it filled the room. She came hard, shaking, screaming into the pillow while they kept fucking her through it.
They didn’t stop. Jamal pulled out and flipped her onto her back. Mike stayed buried while Jamal straddled her chest and fucked her tits, his cock sliding between them. Mike kept pounding her cunt until he pulled out and painted her stomach with thick ropes of cum. Jamal followed right after, shooting across her face and open mouth.
Emily lay there panting, cum dripping down her chin and tits, pussy throbbing and used. Jamal wiped some of his load across her lips with his thumb.
“You took us both like a good girl,” he said.
Mike laughed low. “Round two in the shower?”
Emily licked her lips and nodded. “Don’t make me wait.”
