Layla arched her back against the cool surface of the pool deck as the director, Marcus, pushed his cock fully inside her. The sensation was immediate and overwhelming, filling her in a way that made her previous tension snap into a focused, physical heat. She gripped the edge of the stone tiles, her knuckles turning white, while her breath hitched in a rhythmic pattern that matched the steady movement of him going in and out.
Directly in her line of sight, the producer and the assistant director stood close together. Both men were completely unclothed and were actively stimulating their cocks while watching Marcus's cock pounding inside her. The producer, a man with a heavy build and grey at his temples, maintained eye contact with her as he moved his hand at an increasing pace. To his left, the younger assistant director followed suit, his expression one of intense concentration as he observed the way Layla's body reacted to every deep thrust.
The sounds of the night were replaced by the wet skin and the heavy, synchronized breathing of the four individuals. Marcus shifted his grip to Layla's hips, anchoring her as he increased the depth and speed of his cock sliding in and out. Layla reached out her hands toward the other two men, prompting the assistant director to step forward so she could wrap her fingers around his cock.
The addition of a second point of contact intensified the sensory input, and she closed her eyes momentarily to process the friction of the skin against her palms while Marcus continued his cock pounding inside her from behind.
The producer moved closer as well, leaning over her so that the scent of his cologne and the warmth of his body crowded her personal space. Layla felt the collective focus of all three men centered entirely on her physical responses. Marcus's chest hitting her back coincided with the pressure of the assistant director's cock moving in her hands, creating a cycle of constant stimulation. She remained vocal, her sounds reflecting the physical pressure as the encounter progressed toward a peak.
Marcus maintained his pace, his hands gripping Layla's waist with increasing pressure. Layla threw her head back, her voice rising in a sharp, uncontrolled cry.
"Aaahhh! Oh, Marcus, right there! Aaahhh!"
The sound echoed across the pool area, joining the heavy thuds of his cock hitting her deep.
The producer leaned down over her, his hands finding her breasts. He began to knead the soft flesh before lowering his head to capture one nipple between his lips. He flicked his tongue across the tip, causing it to harden instantly, then began a deep, rhythmic sucking motion. Layla's body jolted at the dual stimulation.
"Ooohhhh! Yes! Please, don't stop! Aaahhh!" she screamed, her fingers digging into the assistant director's shoulders.
The assistant director shifted his position, kneeling between her legs to gain better access. He used his thumb to find her clitoris, which was already swollen and sensitive. He began to rub in firm, circular motions, his thumb throbbing against the small, hard bud of nerves while Marcus's cock kept moving in and out.
The combination of the cock pounding inside her and the direct friction on her clit sent waves of electricity through her. Layla's hips bucked off the ground. "Ohhhh! Oh god, it's too much! Aaahhh! More, rub it more!"
As the producer continued to lick and bite gently at her nipples, the assistant director moved his cock closer to her face. Layla reached up, pulling him down. She took the head of his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the rim before sliding her lips down the length of the shaft. She sucked greedily, her cheeks hollowing as she tried to take as much of him as possible. The air was filled with the sounds of wet slaps, heavy groans, and Layla's continuous, dramatic cries.
"Aaahhh! Ohhh! I'm going to—aaahhh!"
Marcus increased the speed of his thrusts, his breath hot against Layla's neck. "Fuck, Layla," he growled, his voice low and gravelly. "You feel so tight around my cock. I'm going to ruin your filthy pussy tonight with this cock pounding inside you."
Layla arched her back, her breasts straining toward the producer who continued to lash her nipples. "Aaahhh! Yes, ruin it! Ohhhh, please, Marcus! Fuck me harder!" she screamed.
The producer pulled back for a moment, his eyes dark. "You like being used like this, don't you? You're a total slut for us," he muttered, reaching down to assist the assistant director's frantic rubbing of her clit. He leaned in close, whispering, "I want to see you break. I'm going to make sure you can't walk tomorrow after we're done going in and out of you."
"Ohhhh! God, yes! I'm your slut! Aaahhh!" Layla cried out.
The assistant director, still being serviced by Layla's mouth, groaned loudly. He pulled back slightly to speak, his voice trembling. "Fuck, your mouth is incredible. Suck this cock, Layla. Suck it like you mean it."
"Ooohhhh! Aaahhh!" Layla moaned, sliding her mouth back over his cock while Marcus continued his cock pounding inside her.
"Look at her," Marcus urged the others, his pace becoming frantic as he went in and out. "Look at how she takes all of us. You're such a dirty girl, Layla. You love having three cocks treat you like a toy, don't you?"
"Yes! Ohhhh! I love it! Fuck me! Fuckkkk!"
Layla shrieked, her body beginning to tremble as the combined physical stimulation and the raw, dirty words pushed her over the edge.
Marcus accelerated the tempo, his cock pounding inside her with a violent, rhythmic force that made Layla's entire frame shudder against the deck. Each time he slammed in and out, the sound of their colliding skin echoed sharply over the water.
"Look at you," Marcus hissed, his voice thick with a mix of exertion and lust. "Taking this cock like it was made for you. I'm going to stretch this filthy pussy until you can't think of anything else. Fuck, you're so wet."
Layla's head fell back, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as the producer gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him while he continued to suck and bite at her swollen nipples.
"Aaahhh! Oh god, Marcus! Yes! Pound me! Aaahhh!" she shrieked, her voice cracking with the intensity of the friction.
The producer's other hand slid down, his fingers slick with her juices as he began to ruthlessly throb her clit in coordination with the assistant director.
"I want to hear you scream for it," the producer demanded, his voice a low, commanding rumble. "Tell us how much you love having these cocks using you. Tell us you're our bitch."
"I'm your bitch! Aaahhh! Ohhh! Your filthy bitch! Fuckkkk!" Layla cried out, her hips bucking wildly, trying to meet Marcus's every thrust. The assistant director moved his cock back to her lips, and she opened her mouth wide, taking him in deep, her throat working as she swallowed the length of him. She could feel the pulse of his cock against her tongue while Marcus's cock continued going in and out of her from behind, hitting her cervix with punishing depth.
The assistant director reached down, grabbing her hair to tilt her head back as he shoved his cock deep into her mouth. "Suck it, Layla! Fuck, you're going to take every drop," he growled, his balls tightening as he neared his limit. He watched the way her pussy gripped Marcus's cock, the lips of her vulva stretched and red from the constant friction.
Marcus didn't slow down; he went faster, his movements becoming a blur of raw power. "I'm going to fill you up so deep," he gasped, his muscles locking as he prepared to finish. "I'm going to bury this cock inside you and let it go. Aaahhh! You're so fucking tight!"
Layla felt the first wave of her climax beginning to roll through her. The combination of her clit being throbed, her nipples being bitten, and the dual sensation of Marcus's cock pounding inside her and the assistant's cock in her mouth was too much.
"Ohhhh! Ohhh! I'm coming! Aaahhh! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she screamed, her internal muscles clenching down hard on Marcus, milking him as she spiraled into a blinding orgasm.
The men responded to her release with their own. Marcus gave one final, bone-deep thrust, burying his cock to the hilt and groaning as he flooded her. Simultaneously, the assistant director pulled his cock from her mouth and directed his heat across her face and chest, while the producer finally let go, his own release joining the mess on her skin.