Anne stops by Marcus apartment the next day

Anne, still feeling the lingering effects of their passionate encounter, made her way to Marcus's apartment. Her body was still warm, and the memory of his touch was fresh in her mind. As she approached his door, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

As Marcus opened the door, a faint smile playing on his lips, Anne's heart skipped a beat. She could see the confidence in his eyes, the same hunger that had driven him earlier. But as she stepped inside, her gaze drifted past him, and her breath caught in her throat. There, in the living room, were two men, their eyes locking onto her with a mixture of curiosity and something else—something primal. One of them, taller and broader, raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. The other, leaner but no less imposing, simply stared, his expression unreadable.

Marcus's voice echoed through the room, low and gravelly, as he stepped aside to reveal Anne fully to his friends. "This is my neighbor white cum slut from next door," he said, his tone dripping with a possessive pride that made Anne's cheeks flush. The two men looked her up and down, their eyes lingering on her still-flushed skin and the swollen lips between her legs. The taller one let out a low whistle, his smirk widening as he took a step forward, his eyes never leaving hers. "Looks like you've been keeping busy," he drawled, his voice thick with desire. “She the one I was telling ya’ll about it. How she wanted to be fucked by a black man’s cock and I helped her out with that yesterday”. Marcus’s two friends grinned and said oh really as the sized up Anne looking her over.

Marcus's voice cut through the heavy air, his words laced with a commanding desire. "How about a little show, my slut? Why don't you dance and strip for us?" Anne's heart raced as his words echoed in her mind. She felt a surge of adrenaline mixed with fear, her body trembling slightly. The two men watched her with anticipation, their eyes burning with lust. Anne hesitated for a moment, her cheeks flushing deeply, but the primal energy in the room was intoxicating.

Marcus start some music as encouraged Anne going head my white slut dance for us. Anne started to move with the music as she removed her top first as the guys cheered her on it made her feel excited. Anne place her fingers inside of her pants pulling down her legs and kicking them to the floor just leaving her in her bra and thong.

Anne's hands trembled as she reached behind her back, the clasp of her bra the only sound breaking the heavy silence. She slid the straps down her shoulders, the lace fabric catching the dim light of the room. Her thong followed, the thin strip of fabric gliding down her legs, leaving her standing in just her bra. The cool air brushed against her skin, heightening her awareness of the three pairs of eyes on her. She hesitated, her fingers hovering over the clasp of her bra, before finally releasing it, the garment falling to the floor.

The room erupted in a chorus of cheers and catcalls as the men's eyes feasted on Anne's naked form. "Man, you're one fine white slut!" the taller one exclaimed, his voice thick with lust, as he stepped closer, his gaze roaming over her curves. "Those huge tits and that fat ass... damn, Marcus, you've been holding out on us!" The leaner one nodded in agreement, his eyes fixed intently on her. Anne felt a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration as the primal energy in the room intensified. Marcus watched with a smirk, clearly enjoying the display, as the atmosphere grew heavier with anticipation. Marcus smile and asked Anne could she show guys a good time with a wicked smile. Marcus slapped her on one her ass cheeks.

The taller man stepped forward, his massive black cock in hand, Anne felt a mix of fear and anticipation. His eyes locked onto hers, filled with a primal hunger that made her breath catch. He reached out, his large hand grasping her hip, pulling her closer. The other man, leaner but equally imposing, moved behind her, his cock pressing against her ass. Marcus watched with a smirk, clearly enjoying the scene unfolding before him. The taller man's fingers pressed against her entrance to already wet pussy and began to finger her. Anne gasped, her body trembling as he began to finger fuck her with relentless rhythm.

As the taller man continued to finger fuck her, Anne's lips parted willingly, her mouth enveloping the leaner man's cock with a hunger that surprised even herself. His shaft was thick and veiny, and she could feel the pulse of his arousal as she took him deeper, her tongue swirling around the head. The taller man's relentless fingering made her gasp, the sound muffled by the cock in her mouth. Marcus watched, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of pride and lust, as his friends took turns using her body. The leaner man's hands tangled in her hair, pulling her head back, forcing her to take him even deeper.

As Marcus watched, he had pulled out his huge fat black cock, stroking it with a confident grip. Anne's first orgasm hit her like a wave, her body trembling as the tall black man's relentless fingering reached a crescendo. Her moans were muffled by the cock in her mouth, but her eyes widened with a mix of pleasure and shock. The leaner man tightened his grip on her hips, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he felt her body respond. Marcus's smirk widened as he stepped closer, his cock in hand, ready to join in the fray.

Marcus stepped closer, his thick black cock twitched in his hand, the head glistening with anticipation. "Time to take this to the next level," he growled, his voice low and commanding. The taller man, still buried deep within Anne, pulled back slightly, allowing the leaner one to position himself. With a synchronized thrust, both men filled her, their cocks stretching her limits as they moved in perfect rhythm. Anne's mouth, still wrapped around Marcus's shaft, muffled her gasps, but her eyes widened with a mix of shock and intense pleasure. Marcus's smirk turned into a grin as he watched his friends claim her, his own arousal surging at the sight.

Anne's body convulsed violently as the two cocks pounded her in perfect sync, each thrust driving her closer to another explosive orgasm. Her screams were muffled by Marcus's thick shaft, her voice hoarse from the relentless fucking. The taller man's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging deep into her flesh as he rammed into her with unrelenting ****. The leaner man behind her matched his rhythm, their cocks stretching her to her limits. Anne's eyes rolled back, her vision blurring as another wave of pleasure crashed over her, her pussy clenching around the invading shafts.

As the two men reached their peaks, their cocks surged with intense ****, each thrust becoming more powerful and deliberate. The taller man's grip on Anne's hips tightened, his fingers digging deep into her flesh as he prepared to release his load. Behind her, the leaner man's breathing quickened, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his climax. Marcus watched with a mixture of excitement and satisfaction, his own arousal heightened by the sight of his friends claiming Anne. With a final, deep thrust, the taller man erupted inside her, his black seed spilling into her white pussy as he let out a guttural groan.

As the taller man finished, the leaner man's thrusts became more erratic, his breathing ragged as he chased his climax. With a final, deep push, he erupted inside Anne, his black seed mixing with the taller man's as he let out a loud, guttural groan. Anne's body, already spent from the relentless pounding, shuddered as she felt the warm liquid fill her. Her mouth was still wrapped around Marcus's cock, her throat working as she swallowed, her eyes wide with a mix of exhaustion and pleasure. The leaner man pulled out slowly, his cock glistening with their combined juices, and stepped back, his chest heaving.