Slutty Sonia And Her Cocks.

She felt the three men surrounding her, their gazes devouring and their cocks swelling with the promise of dominance.

Her cunt ached, swollen and creamy, begging to be filled, stretched, and ruined. "Don't", she whispered, but her voice lacked conviction, her hips shifting subtly, grinding back against Danny's bulge.

Danny's hand moved lower, cupping her mound through the dress, feeling the heat and dampness seeping through. "You want this", he said, not a question, his fingers pressing against her clit, making her gasp.

The fabric clung to her, outlining her puffy lips and the cream soaking through.

Alex's fingers joined, slipping under the hem, tracing the slick folds, and dipping just inside to feel the thick, opaque cream coating her entrance. "Fuck, she's dripping already," he groaned, his cock now fully hard, pressing insistently against her side, huge and veined, tempting her to wrap her hands around it.

Victor watched, stroking the collar absently. "Strip her. Let me see how ready she is for the truth."

Danny didn't hesitate. His hands gripped the zipper of her dress, yanking it down with a rip that echoed. The fabric fell away, pooling at her feet, leaving her naked and exposed under the red light.

Her breasts heaved, nipples pebbled and aching; her skin flushed. Between her legs, her cunt was a vision of debauchery: outer lips plump and dark, but inner folds glistening with thick cream that clung in strings, her clit swollen and peeking out, seriously begging for attention.

Victor's eyes darkened, his cock visibly straining against his pants, a massive outline that made Sonia's mouth water, despite herself. "On the platform", he commanded, but Danny shook her head, pushing her forward instead and bending her over the silk-draped surface.

"She's ours to fuck," Danny said, his voice a low snarl. He freed his cock with one hand, the huge length springing out, thick veins pulsing, the head already leaking pre-cum.

He rubbed it against her ass, teasing the crease, while Alex positioned himself in front, his own massive cock bobbing free, inches from her lips.

Sonia's hands gripped the silk, her body trembling as Danny notched the head at her entrance, feeling the cream coat her instantly. "Please", she moaned, pushing back and needing to be filled.

Alex tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her mouth to his cock. "Suck", he ordered, thrusting shallowly past her lips, her tongue swirling around the girth and tasting the salty pre-cum.

Danny slammed in then, one brutal thrust that buried him to the hilt in her creamy depths. Sonia cried out around Alex's shaft, her walls clenching, cream frothing out around Danny's base with a wet squelch.

He pulled back, the length glistening with her arousal, then pounded forward again, setting a relentless rhythm that made her breasts bounce, her body jolting with each impact.

Victor circled closer, with his hand undoing his belt, freeing his own enormous cock, thicker than she remembered, its head purple and weeping. "You forget how I trained that cunt," he said, stroking himself slowly while his eyes fixed on where Danny stretched her cunt. "How I made it creamy for days."

Alex fucked her mouth deeper, his hips snapping and gagging her slightly, drool spilling down her chin to drip onto her tits. "She's creaming harder for us," he taunted, his free hand reaching down to pinch her nipple, twisting until she arched.

Danny's thrusts grew harder, as his balls slapped her clit with each plunge, the wet sounds filling the vault like a symphony of filth. Cream leaked down her thighs in rivulets, pooling on the silk, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. "Feel that?" Danny grunted, angling to hit her G-spot and making her vision blur. "That's our creamy slut."

Sonia's body betrayed her fully now, hips bucking back to meet Danny's thrusts and her throat relaxing to take Alex deeper. Heat coiled tight in her belly, her cunt spasming, pushing out more thick cream that coated Danny's shaft, making every slide slicker and hotter.

Victor stepped to her side, his cock brushing her cheek as Alex pulled back momentarily. "Taste what you missed", he murmured, pressing the head to her lips.

She hesitated, but Danny's hand came down on her ass with a sharp smack, the sting sending fresh cream gushing. "Do it," he commanded, his voice rough with lust.

Sonia opened her mouth, taking Victor's tip, the familiar taste flooding her: salty, musky and dominant. Alex joined, both cocks pressing against her tongue, stretching her lips wide. She sucked greedily, alternating, her hands wrapping around their bases, stroking the huge lengths as Danny fucked her relentlessly from behind.

The overload hit her like a wave. Her orgasm built, cresting without warning, her cunt clamping down on Danny's cock, squirting cream in rhythmic pulses that soaked her thighs and the platform. She screamed around the cocks in her mouth, body shaking, tears streaming from the intensity.

Danny groaned, his thrusts erratic, then pulled out, stroking himself to paint her back with hot ropes of cum. Alex and Victor followed, their releases mixing on her tongue, spilling down her chin as she swallowed what she could, the excess dripping onto her breasts.

They stepped back, panting, while cocks were still semi-hard and glistening. Sonia collapsed onto the silk; her body was in a trembling mess, cream still oozing from her cunt in slow drips and mixing with the cum on her skin.

But Victor wasn't done. He knelt, fastening the collar around her neck with a click that echoed. "Now", he said, his voice triumphant, "the real game begins. Because I have more than photos. I have proof of what you did that night and the night you killed my partner on the bed while we were having sex."

Sonia's eyes widened, the collar tight against her throat, as fragmented memories surged: a struggle, a fall, and blood on the club floor. Her heart stopped. Danny and Alex froze, staring at Victor, then at her.

"What the fuck?" Danny whispered, but Victor's smile only grew, the vault door slamming shut behind them, locking with a final and ominous thud.