She walked into the dimly lit warehouse like she owned the place, hips swinging in that tight black dress, nipples already poking through the thin fabric. The five black guys were waiting, all muscle and attitude, dicks already half-hard in their jeans. No small talk. She dropped to her knees right there on the concrete floor and unzipped the first one.
His cock flopped out thick and heavy, veins pulsing, the head already glistening. She wrapped her lips around it and sucked hard, no teasing. Saliva ran down her chin as she took him deeper, gagging but not stopping. The others circled closer, pulling their own cocks free. She reached out with both hands, stroking two more while the first guy fucked her throat in steady strokes.
"Fuck, this white married slut can suck," one muttered, grabbing her hair and yanking her head back so another could shove in. She moaned around the new dick, eyes watering, mascara already smearing. They passed her mouth around like a toy, each one pushing deeper until her throat bulged. Spit and precum dripped onto her dress, soaking the front.
They didn't waste time. Two of them hauled her up and bent her over a stack of pallets. Her dress was ripped off, panties yanked aside. The biggest cock of the bunch slammed into her pussy in one thrust, stretching her wide. She cried out, half pain, half pleasure, as he started pounding her from behind. Her tits swung with every slap of his hips against her ass. Another guy stepped in front, feeding his dick back into her mouth so she was getting it from both ends at once.
The raw stretch felt incredible. Her cunt clenched around the thick shaft hammering her, juices running down her thighs. They took turns, switching holes without warning.
One pulled out and another immediately replaced him, keeping her filled. When they flipped her onto her back on the pallets, legs spread wide, the next guy drove straight into her ass. She screamed at the burn but pushed back, taking every inch.
They used her hard. One guy fucked her pussy while another worked her ass, double-stuffing her until she was shaking and babbling. Cum from the first load already leaked out of her stretched holes, but they kept going. She sucked whoever wasn't inside her, tasting her own juices mixed with their precum. Hands gripped her thighs, her tits, her throat, holding her in place while they railed her.
The gangbang went on for over an hour. They flipped her into every position: on all fours getting spit-roasted, riding one cock while another slammed her ass from behind, flat on her back with legs pinned wide as two guys alternated pounding her pussy. Loads of thick cum filled her mouth, her cunt, her ass. She swallowed what she could and let the rest run down her body. By the end her holes were gaping, red and used, cum pouring out every time she moved.
She lay there panting, covered in sweat and jizz, while they zipped up. No names, no numbers. Just raw, filthy satisfaction. She pulled her torn dress back on, feeling their loads still leaking down her legs as she walked out. Her husband would smell it on her the second she got home. That was the best part.
