Finally, Cuckhold

Lisa was still on stage, microphone in hand, when the door to the main room flew open. Svenja staggered in—completely naked, totally drunk, her makeup smeared, her hair a mess. Her heavy tits bounced with every unsteady step, her thighs glistening with sweat. She called out loudly and slurring for her husband:

“Flooooriaaaan! Where are youuu, my hot husband? I want to finally get fucked now!”

Lisa froze. Panic shot through her body.

“Jan! Room 1!” she hissed into the mic while frantically staring at the projectors.

But something completely different was playing on the big screen in Room 1.

Instead of the tied-up Svenja, you could see a woman moving actively and lustfully—she was riding Jerome’s huge black cock hard, throwing her head back and moaning loudly, while two more thick BBCs were in her hands and her mouth. The woman wasn’t tied up. She was participating. Really participating.

It dawned on Lisa at that moment. Sara. That sneaky little slut had simply treated herself to the five extra-large black cocks and left Svenja completely out of the picture. Lisa laughed quietly to herself, a cold, amused laugh. *What a horny slut. Having her own private orgy here while the bride is stumbling around somewhere.*

But it was already too late for Svenja. The bride had spotted Florian’s suit and underwear in front of the small closet door. With glassy eyes and trembling fingers, she yanked the door open. A piercing, shrill scream echoed through the entire room.

Inside, Florian was kneeling—naked, slick with warming ointment, dark red with lust. His cock was harder than Svenja had ever seen it: bulging, pulsing, almost purple. Her own father was fucking him deep and hard in the ass, while Florian’s father rammed his thick cock all the way into his mouth. Both men moaned loudly, their hips slapping rhythmically against Florian’s body.

Svenja kept screaming, her voice cracking with rage and shock:

“YOU STRIPPED ME IN FRONT OF EVERYONE! YOU MADE ME SUCK COCKS! AND INSTEAD OF FINALLY FUCKING ME LIKE A REAL MAN, YOU LET OUR FATHERS FUCK YOU?!”

She pointed at him with a trembling finger, her eyes wide open.

“But if that’s how you want it, then that’s how we’ll do it from now on! I’ll never touch your little, pathetic dick again! So you don’t touch yourself anymore, I’m going to lock it in a cage right now—a tight, little steel cock cage. You can’t afford a divorce, you know that very well. You’re my little cuckold now. My personal, horny cleaning man. You might be allowed to lick … if someone has really fucked me and I’m covered in someone else’s cum.” At that very moment, Florian came.

His body jerked violently; he groaned, **** around his father’s cock, and came in long, violent spurts—thick, white fountains splashed onto the floor while his ass continued to be pounded by Svenja’s father. The entire room held its breath. Then cheers and laughter erupted. Svenja and all the guests clearly saw it as approval.

Svenja’s gaze slowly wandered across the room, lingering on the large projector screen in Room 1. Sara, who was currently being taken by three of the five huge black cocks at the same time—one in her pussy, one in her mouth, and one in her hand—and looked as if she were floating in seventh heaven.

Svenja’s eyes widened. Her voice was suddenly very soft, but dangerous: “Where… is… that? I want that too. Now. Right now.”

Lisa just smiled coolly, pointed her thumb down the hallway, and said very calmly, “Room 1. That way.”

Seconds later, a naked, furious, horny chick stormed down the hallway. The door to Room 1 flew open. On the projector, you could see Svenja throw herself at one of the five huge black guys without another word, kissing him greedily and grabbing his monstrous cock with both hands.

But Lisa regained her composure. “That was unexpected. So, ladies, that little prick’s cock is off-limits, but you can have him lick your pussies. And if you need a cock, those two men still have some juice left. Go get them—they’re already naked.” Immediately, the women rushed toward the three of them.

And now, on to our four graces. Line up in a snake formation. Jan switches the mic to the hotel system and announces: “Four wedding sluts today. Discount for every employee.”