#Group #Interracial #Teen

By Daddydaughterfucker

Mary and Wendy have started an escort agency at college. Mary goes on her first job and meets her king.

The Seaview Hotel’s revolving doors hissed shut behind Mary, sealing out the city’s winter bite. Her heels clicked sharply on the polished marble floor, echoing in the cavernous lobby. She tugged her coat tighter, but the chill had already been replaced by the heat of eyes on her. Men at the check-in desk paused mid-sentence. A bellboy fumbled a suitcase. Mary didn’t glance their way. She’d chosen the dress for a reason: fire-engine red, barely skimming her thighs, cut low enough to show the swell of her breasts. It clung like a second skin.

At the concierge desk, a mountain of a man straightened up. His uniform stretched taut over shoulders that looked carved from obsidian, the gold braid straining. “Miss Jenkins,” he rumbled, voice like gravel under velvet. His gaze traveled down her body, slow and deliberate. “The Sapphire Suite is ready. Though I must say…” He leaned forward, lowering his voice. “The view in this lobby just improved dramatically.”

Mary met his stare, a slow smile spreading. “You’re quite the view yourself. What time does your shift end, Mr…?”
“DeShawn,” he supplied, eyes lingering on the curve of her hip. “Midnight. And you?”
“Busy until then,” she purred, plucking the keycard from his outstretched hand, letting her fingers brush his. “But my suite stays booked all night. Room 2407. If you’re… off-duty.”

The elevator ride was a breathless ascent. Mirrors reflected her flushed skin, the red fabric hugging every dip and swell. She adjusted a strap, the movement making her breasts sway. “Five clients. Five hours. Payday.” The suite door clicked open to reveal a panorama of city lights and a king-sized bed draped in crisp white linen. Ice clinked in a bucket beside crystal flutes. Perfect.

She poured champagne, the bubbles fizzing as she took a slow sip. Her phone buzzed – a group chat with Wendy: “Showtime! Remember the angles for the hidden cams. Daddy needs new textbooks!” Mary smirked. The discreet lenses were already positioned: one near the minibar, another by the bed’s headboard. She set her phone to silent just as a firm knock echoed.

The first client entered – Malik, silver-haired, smelling of expensive cigars and confidence. His eyes raked her from stilettos to tousled blonde waves. “Exquisite,” he murmured, his hand already loosening his tie. The others followed: Kofi’s booming laugh filled the room as he eyed the ice bucket, Jamal’s quiet intensity as he unbuttoned his suit jacket, and the twins, Darius and Dominic, whose matching grins promised mischief. They settled on the plush sofa, drinks in hand, their collective gaze heavy and approving.

Malik didn’t waste time. He stood, circling her like a panther. “Red suits you, snowflake.” His calloused thumb traced her collarbone, dipping lower to tease the neckline of her dress. A shiver ran through her, part anticipation, part performance. She arched into his touch. “Show us what’s underneath the wrapping,” Kofi rumbled, leaning forward, his glass forgotten. Jamal’s fingers drummed impatiently on his knee.

Mary’s smile widened, predatory. She turned her back to them, swaying her hips. “Gentlemen,” she breathed, glancing over her shoulder. “Help yourselves.” Malik’s hands found the hidden zipper at her spine. The sound was loud in the quiet room – a slow, deliberate rasp. He peeled the red fabric down her shoulders, letting it pool at her waist. The black lace bra beneath was sheer, her nipples hard and visible against the delicate cups. A collective intake of breath came from the sofa. Darius whistled low. Malik pushed the dress further, past the curve of her ass, letting it fall completely. She stepped out of it, kicking it aside. Now only the black lace thong remained, a stark contrast against her pale skin. Dominic’s gaze burned hot on her exposed back. “Turn around, baby,” Malik commanded, his voice thick.

She faced them, naked except for the scraps of lace. The air conditioning kissed her skin, raising goosebumps, but the heat in their eyes was furnace-blast intense. Malik sank back onto the sofa, spreading his legs. His slacks were already tented. “Come here.” Mary dropped to her knees on the plush carpet between his legs, the position natural, practiced. Her fingers made quick work of his belt, his zipper. His cock sprang free, thick and already glistening at the tip. She didn’t hesitate, wrapping her lips around the head, tasting salt and musk. A low groan escaped Malik. Her hand snaked out, finding Jamal’s thigh. He understood instantly, unzipping himself, freeing his own impressive length. Her fingers closed around him, pumping in rhythm with the bobbing of her head on Malik.

“God, yes.” The thought sang through her, pure electric joy. Malik’s hand tangled in her hair, guiding her deeper. Jamal’s cock was hot and heavy in her grip, pulsing. Kofi shifted closer, his large hand cupping her bare breast over the lace, thumb rubbing her nipple. Darius and Dominic watched, rapt, their hands moving on themselves beneath their suit jackets. The symphony of their sounds – grunts, sighs, the slick slide of her mouth, her hand – filled the suite. She was the center, the conductor, worshipped and worshipping. Bliss, thick and sweet, flooded her veins. This wasn’t just business; it was home.

Malik pulled back with a wet pop, his cock glistening. “My turn for the main course,” Kofi announced, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in her chest. He stood, a towering presence, and effortlessly lifted her from the carpet. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he carried her towards the vast bed. The others followed, shedding jackets, ties, shirts, a trail of expensive fabric leading to the white expanse. Kofi laid her down, the cool sheets a shock against her heated skin. He ripped the flimsy thong away with a single, powerful tug. His hands, rough and huge, spread her thighs wide. “Look at that pretty pink pussy,” he breathed, his eyes dark with hunger. “Begging for it.” He didn’t make her wait. He plunged into her in one deep, claiming stroke. She cried out, arching off the bed, the delicious burn of his size stretching her to the limit. He filled her completely, his hips already setting a relentless, pounding rhythm against her ass.

Before she could fully adjust to Kofi’s overwhelming thickness, Jamal was there, kneeling beside her head. He guided his cock to her lips, and she opened willingly, sucking him deep, her tongue swirling around the head. Malik knelt behind her, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her back onto him as he pressed the thick crown of his cock against her tight, resisting backdoor. She whimpered around Jamal’s shaft, the dual invasion intense, almost too much. Malik spat, the sound crude, then pressed again, harder. The sharp, stinging burn gave way to a shocking, deep fullness as he breached her, inch by incredible inch. Darius and Dominic, now naked and hard, moved to either side of her. Darius’s fingers found her clit, rubbing tight, frantic circles while Dominic pinched and rolled her nipples, sending sharp jolts of pleasure-pain through her. She was pinned, penetrated, surrounded – a white doll stuffed full of glorious black cock.

The room dissolved into a haze of sweat, musk, and raw sound. Kofi hammered into her pussy, his balls slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust. Jamal fucked her mouth with slow, deep strokes, his fingers tangled in her blonde hair. Malik rocked steadily into her ass, stretching her impossibly wider. Darius’s fingers worked her clit relentlessly, pushing her towards the edge, while Dominic’s hands tortured her breasts. The sensations overloaded her – the stretch, the burn, the deep, grinding pressure, the sharp sparks from her clit and nipples. It built inside her, a coil wound impossibly tight. Her body started to shake, uncontrollable tremors running through her limbs. A high, keening whine escaped her throat around Jamal’s cock. *Yes, yes, yes…* The coil snapped. Her orgasm ripped through her, violent and all-consuming, a white-hot explosion that made her back arch violently off the bed, her muscles clamping down hard on the cocks buried inside her. Stars exploded behind her eyes as wave after wave of pure, mindless ecstasy crashed over her.

Kofi roared as her pussy clenched him, his thrusts turning frantic, brutal. He slammed into her twice more, then buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum flooded her depths. Malik grunted, his rhythm stuttering, then stilled deep in her ass as he pumped her full. Jamal’s cock swelled in her mouth, and she swallowed convulsively as he came, salty and hot. Darius and Dominic groaned, their hands still working her oversensitive flesh as they spilled onto her stomach and breasts. The symphony of their release echoed around her. She collapsed, boneless, onto the sweat-slicked sheets, gasping for air, her body humming with aftershocks. Cum leaked from her well-used holes, sticky on her skin. The air hung thick with the scent of sex and satisfaction.

Malik pulled out slowly, a satisfied groan escaping him. He slapped her ass, a sharp sting on the already tender flesh. “Damn, snowflake. You take it all like a champ.” Kofi followed, his massive cock glistening with her juices as he stood beside the bed. Jamal gently withdrew from her mouth, giving her nipple a final, possessive tweak. The twins stepped back, admiring the mess they’d made of her. Mary lay sprawled, catching her breath, a blissed-out smile on her swollen lips. Her body felt gloriously wrecked, every nerve ending singing. The hidden cameras had captured it all – the money shot was perfection.

But the respite was brief. Darius’s eyes, still dark with lust, roamed over her cum-smeared body. “Think we’re done?” he asked, his voice rough. Dominic grinned, already hardening again. “Hell no. We paid until midnight.” Before Mary could even process the words, Darius was back between her legs, his tongue lapping hungrily at her swollen pussy, cleaning Kofi’s seed only to replace it with his own saliva. The sensation was electric, jolting her oversensitive nerves back to life. Malik, watching from the armchair where he’d poured another drink, chuckled. “Round two, snowflake. Show us that stamina.”

Jamal moved behind her, lifting her hips effortlessly. His cock, still slick from her mouth, pressed against her freshly stretched ass. She gasped as he pushed in, the earlier burn flaring anew but quickly morphing into a deep, satisfying ache. Kofi, rejuvenated, knelt before her, guiding her pussy back onto his thick shaft. “Fuck me, baby,” he commanded, thrusting shallowly into her pussy. Darius abandoned his feast to Kofi, rising to his knees to feed her his cock instead, forcing her to take both men deep, her jaw straining, her pussy full. The twins flanked her, their hands exploring every inch of her trembling skin, pinching nipples, tracing the curve of her waist, smearing cum across her belly.

The rhythm intensified. Jamal pounded her ass with relentless force, each thrust driving her harder onto Kofi’s cock. Darius fucked her face with short, brutal jabs, his fingers tight in her hair. Malik approached, his own erection renewed, and without ceremony, he pressed the head of his cock against her lower lips, joining Kofi in her ravaged pussy. The double penetration stretched her beyond belief, a white-hot agony that blurred into pure ecstasy. Mary screamed around the cocks filling her mouth, her body convulsing in another violent climax as they used her like a shared toy.

Midnight approached in a haze of sweat and primal grunts. The men rotated positions – Kofi taking her ass while Jamal claimed her pussy, Darius and Dominic stuffing her mouth simultaneously, Malik watching with a satisfied smirk before demanding she service him with her hands. The bed became a slick battlefield, the air thick with the musk of exertion and sex. Mary lost count of the orgasms, each one crashing over her like a tidal wave, leaving her trembling and raw. As the distant chime of a clock tower echoed through the city, Malik finally withdrew, glancing at his Rolex. “Time’s up, gentlemen.” They pulled out one by one, leaving her sprawled and glistening on the ruined sheets. A final slap landed on her thigh – Kofi’s parting gift. “Earned your tuition tonight, snow bunny.” The suite door clicked shut behind them, silence descending like a heavy blanket.

Alone, Mary’s body throbbed. Cum leaked from her ass and pussy, pooling beneath her. She reached for her phone, fingers trembling. A text from DeShawn lit the screen: “Off duty. Still inviting me up?” She typed a single word: “Now.”

The knock came ten minutes later – heavy, deliberate. Mary pulled on a sheer white robe, barely covering her welts and bruises. She opened the door. DeShawn filled the frame, his uniform jacket gone, leaving only a tight black t-shirt stretched over a chest like sculpted granite. His eyes, dark and hungry, swept over her disheveled state – the bite marks on her neck, the smeared makeup, the robe clinging to her sweat-slicked skin. “Busy night?” he rumbled, stepping inside. The door clicked shut.

He didn’t wait. His hands, huge and calloused, gripped her waist, lifting her effortlessly. Her legs wrapped around his hips, the thin robe falling open. She felt the hard ridge of his cock through his trousers, pressing against her sore, wet pussy. “Jesus,” she breathed, her eyes wide as she took in the sheer bulk of him up close – shoulders that blocked the light, biceps straining the cotton sleeves, a neck thick as a tree trunk. He dwarfed the men who’d just left. He carried her to the bed, still damp and reeking of sex, and laid her down. His gaze held hers as he slowly unbuckled his belt. “Let’s see what all that fuss was about.”

His trousers dropped. Mary gasped. His cock wasn’t just thick; it was a monstrous, veined pillar of obsidian, already fully erect and glistening at the tip. It looked heavier, more intimidating than anything she’d taken that night. “Oh fuck,” she whispered, a mix of awe and raw, aching need flooding her. DeShawn knelt on the bed, the mattress groaning under his weight. He gripped his cock, the head brushing her swollen lower lips. “You ready for a real challenge, snow bunny?” He didn’t tease. He pushed forward, a relentless, stretching pressure that stole her breath. She cried out, her back arching as he filled her impossibly deep, every inch a claiming. He bottomed out, his heavy balls resting against her ass. He held still, letting her feel the sheer, overwhelming girth splitting her open. “That’s it,” he growled. “Take all of it.”

Then he moved. His thrusts were slow, deliberate, and devastatingly deep. Each one dragged against her sensitized walls, a delicious friction that reignited the embers of her exhaustion into a fresh blaze. He gripped her hips, lifting her slightly to meet his downward drives, ensuring every stroke hit her deepest spot. Her moans were ragged, torn from her throat. He filled her vision, his powerful body a dark mountain above her, sweat already beading on his shaved head. She raked her nails down his corded back, feeling the iron muscles ripple beneath his skin. He fucked her with a primal, possessive rhythm, his grunts low and guttural. The bedframe creaked in protest. Mary’s climax built again, not the sharp explosions from before, but a deep, rolling wave pulled from her core by his relentless, thick invasion. She came with a choked sob, her pussy clamping down hard on his massive cock, milking him as he drove deeper still, his own release a hot flood inside her battered, blissful body. He collapsed onto her, crushing her into the mattress, his breath hot on her neck. Outside, the first grey light of dawn touched the skyline. They weren’t done. Not nearly.

He rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him. Her thighs straddled his hips, his cock still buried deep inside her, impossibly hard again. “Ride it, snow bunny,” he commanded, his voice thick. She braced her hands on his broad chest, lifting herself slowly, feeling every ridge and vein of him drag against her swollen inner walls. She sank back down, a gasp escaping her as he filled her completely. She set a rhythm, grinding down on him, circling her hips to maximize the friction. His hands roamed her body, rough and possessive, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples until she cried out, the sharp pain mingling with the deep pleasure radiating from her core. He watched her, his dark eyes hooded, a predator satisfied with his prey. Her body was slick with sweat and his cum, her muscles trembling with effort, but the need was still there, a desperate hunger only he could satisfy. She rode him harder, faster, chasing the next peak, the slap of their skin echoing in the silent suite. His cock seemed to swell even more inside her, a constant, stretching presence that anchored her to the raw, physical reality of the moment.

Suddenly, he shifted. His hands slid down to grip her ass, pulling her forward slightly, changing the angle. The thick base of his shaft ground firmly against her swollen, exposed clit with each powerful upward thrust he initiated. It wasn’t a gentle touch; it was a relentless, deliberate pressure. A jolt of pure electricity shot through her, white-hot and blinding. Her back arched violently, her mouth opened in a silent scream. The sensation was immediate and overwhelming, bypassing thought. It detonated deep within her core, radiating outwards in concentric waves of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Her pussy convulsed around his cock in frantic, uncontrollable spasms, gripping him like a velvet fist. Wave after wave crashed over her, longer and more intense than any before, leaving her shuddering, gasping, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes as she ground herself helplessly against him, milking every last drop of sensation from the explosive climax he’d ruthlessly wrung from her body. She collapsed forward onto his chest, utterly spent, her limbs liquid. DeShawn chuckled, a deep rumble she felt through his chest. “That’s what I like to see,” he murmured, his hands still possessively on her ass. He hadn’t even slowed down. His hips kept pistoning, his cock still hard as iron inside her trembling, overstimulated body. The dawn light grew stronger, illuminating the wreckage of the suite and the woman draped across the giant. Her phone buzzed again on the nightstand. Wendy. Probably wanting stats on the video upload. Mary couldn’t move.

Later, tangled in sheets that smelled overwhelmingly of sex and sweat, Mary traced the thick ridges of muscle on DeShawn’s forearm. He lay on his back, one massive arm behind his head, the other draped possessively over her waist. The sheer power radiating off him, even at rest, was intoxicating. He’d fucked her twice more since her explosive climax, each time leaving her more shattered and exhilarated. The thought of him leaving felt like a physical loss. “You know,” she murmured, her voice hoarse, her fingers drifting lower to brush the base of his still-impressive cock, “we’re filming something special next week.” DeShawn’s eyes, half-lidded, slid towards her. “Yeah?” His voice was a low rumble. “At our new office downtown. A harem scene. Five of us… snowbunnies.” She emphasized the word, letting her hand wrap loosely around him, feeling him stir immediately. “Five hungry white girls.” She met his gaze, her blue eyes wide, innocent, and utterly knowing. “We need a king. Someone… monumental.” She squeezed gently, feeling the heat and the sheer girth. “Someone who can handle all that worship.” A slow, predatory smile spread across DeShawn’s face. He rolled onto his side, looming over her, his shadow swallowing her whole. His free hand cupped her breast, thumb brushing her nipple. “Five?” he repeated, the challenge and the promise thick in his voice. Mary nodded, biting her lip. “All day. All five holes. Mine first.” His grin widened, sharp and white. He leaned down, his breath hot on her ear. “Set it up, snow bunny. Tell them the king is coming.”

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By Daddydaughterfucker
#Group #Interracial #Teen