Gangbanged by Three Giants: My Submissive’s Raw Surrender

The doorbell rings at eight sharp in our dimly lit living room. My submissive, Melanie, opens it, her black corset squeezing her tits high, straps framing them like offerings. No panties, just thigh-highs and stilettos. Three giants tower in: Robert the blond, Bruno the brun, Olivier the bald. All over 6’2″, muscled like wrestlers. Their eyes devour her smooth pussy and round ass. Hearts race already, cocks straining pants.

Robert grins: “Kisses on the tits instead?” I nod. They lunge, lips smashing her nipples, sucking hard, leaving wet marks, hickeys blooming red. She gasps, skin flushing hot, pulse hammering in her throat. We sip drinks in the salon. I lay her on the coffee table, scatter biscuits on her belly, pubis, tits. They pick with fingers, caressing, pinching. Hands roam free now—massaging her heavy breasts, fingers dipping into her slick folds. Her breath hitches, clit swelling under rough palms.

Igniting the Fever

She rises, stretches like a cat in heat. I offer her: show your holes, they show cocks. Pants drop. Three massive rods spring free—thick, veined, throbbing. Melanie’s eyes widen, hungry. She grips them, strokes slow, kisses tips, then sucks deep, rotating mouths equitably. Saliva drips, balls licked, asses rimmed lightly. Urgency builds, veins pulsing under her tongue.

Bruno stretches on the couch, cock skyward. “Impale your slut cunt on me!” She straddles, sinks down, gasping as his girth stretches her wide. Inches vanish into her dripping heat. Olivier lubes up behind, presses his long shaft into her ass—slow, relentless. She arches, filled airtight. Robert feeds her his meat, throat bulging. They piston savage: pussy rammed, ass reamed, mouth fucked. Sweat slicks skin, hearts thunder, her body quakes between beasts.

Blazing Inferno of Flesh

Cums erupt—Bruno floods her pussy, Olivier paints bowels white, Robert chokes her with seed. I stroke, blast ropes across her cum-glazed face. She swallows, leaks from every hole. But no rest. We dress her in a flimsy robe, hit the Italian joint. Under table, her feet stroke Bruno’s bare cock till he spurts on her soles. Then she crawls, sucks them off one by one—silent gags, chins dripping, waiter oblivious as she resurfaces, lips shiny, digging into dessert.

Backroads, cars halt by woods. Phares blaze her naked body on the hood—curves glowing, shadows sharp. She teases: fingers circling clit, tits heaving. They swarm, hands everywhere—kneading, slapping flesh. Bruno claims her ass: lubed thick, he buries deep, slow then brutal. She moans, sucking the other two. Friction burns, hearts explode. He roars, unloads gallons up her gut. Others follow—mouth, face, tits drenched anew.

Bodies slump, skin fever-hot, sticky with cum and sweat. Breaths ragged, we linger in the night air. Her eyes glow, marked, owned. Hearts slow, but the burn lingers—raw, unique. More nights await, her voracious hunger my command.