Emma’s Wedding Dress Part 3 by Red_Elements
Dive into the captivating world of “Emma’s Wedding Dress Part 3” by Red_Elements, where passion intertwines with unexpected romance. Explore the sizzling encounters and emotional depth that unfold in this thrilling gay sex story. Don’t miss the chance to experience love in a whole new light!
Beautiful and successful Emma has a deep-seated cum obsession that drew her into making an adult film. Her wedding is only weeks away and the price of her decision has come due.
This is the third and final part. Enjoy!
Alena is radiant, her smooth, milky skin glowing under the studio lights. She does a slow, sensual dance for me, and her soft, flame-colored hair flashes like the sun as she moves.
“How do I look?” She asks. Surely she must already know. She’s insanely beautiful and perfectly desirable; a veritable sex kitten. She could walk into a room and have any man she wanted and some of the women too. They’d be crawling and begging at her feet for just a moment of her attention. The four “trophies” trapped under the thin straps of her fun-size bikini attest to this fact. The heavy loads that fill the condoms were apparently collected earlier in the night from men in this very hotel.
“Like a dream,” I whisper. “Alena, how many men and women have you been with?”
“What do I look like,” she laughs. “A mathematician? More than you is all I can say. But never so many in a single day. That’s for sure.”
I look around the room. Steven and Rafael lounge in the shadows drinking bourbon and water, staring at her. Their gazes are dull with lust as they recover. She has them under her spell. Just like I am. We’d do anything for her if only she’d ask.
Now, I see Anton step back into the light. He’s fully nude and well on his way to a powerful hard-on. The photographer is thin and wiry with lean muscle. He walks up behind Alena and grips her firmly about the hips. It looks like her teasing has pushed him a little too far.
“Old man, you say?” He growls. “Exhausted, am I?”
He pulls her in, his erection nestled between her ass cheeks. He’s kissing her on the neck, and she giggles as his mustache tickles her. She looks back at me as she wriggles in his grip and starts to fondle the dangling condoms.
“My previous record, over two hours, was five loads,” she says. My heart sinks a bit to see her fall short. Anton is now crouching behind her, planting wet kisses on her cheeks as he pulls down her g-string. “I think you inspired me today, Emma.”
She reaches down and parts the lips of her smooth, hairless slit. I let out a surprised laugh and put a hand to my mouth. The puckered ends of two more condoms are peaking out of her dripping cunt. They squish wetly as she pulls them out. Then she retrieves the others from her top until she has a fistful of slick, shining trophies.
She leans in close and we kiss. I caress her cheek with one hand while the other is back between my legs, my fingers rubbing and plunging. After a long, beautiful moment she pulls back.
“Oh, lucky girl,” she coos. “Your tongue still tastes like Steven’s- mmm!”
She suddenly grimaces, biting her lower lip and letting out a precious little whimper. I hear a subtle, wet popping sound. Anton tosses something to the floor, and I look down to see a rainbow-striped butt plug lying on the carpet, greasy with lubricant. Alena doesn’t have more than a couple of seconds to recover before he thrusts his entire twitching length into her stretched and puckering sphincter.
“Fuck!” Cries Anton. “How many cocks have been in this asshole?” His question is rhetorical. “And you’re still so goddamned tight!”
Alena lets out small squeaks and moans, all synced to Anton’s relentless thrusting. I have a great view through her bouncing tits, and I can see his hairy, low-hanging scrotum swinging wildly. It slaps against Alena’s sleek pussy with every plunge. I can see and feel small droplets from her sopping sex spattering against our legs. After a few long moments, she’s recovered enough to speak.
“Normally, I’d- uhn… save these- oh, fuck… for myself,” she playfully dangles all six condoms above my face. “But today- uhf… they’re all- ugh… for you.”
Alena lowers her trophies to my lips, and I open up wide to take them all in. I’m salivating heavily as I roll them around the inside of my mouth. They’re still perfectly warm from Alena’s body heat.
“Such a precious princess,” she says, accusingly. “You think you’re so prim and pure and proper. But you’re just a cum-eating whore. Isn’t that right?”
My tongue explores their shapes as I nod my head in agreement. I run it through and around them, and I lick at the nipple-like reservoirs. I feel like I can tell the varied consistencies of each load through the thin rubber.
“Would you marry me too, Emma? If I could bring you all the cum you could handle and make your little cunny squirt when you get all worked up like this. Would you be my little slut bride?”
I would. I’d crawl down the aisle on all fours, dripping all the way, and beg at the altar for her. I’d tell her so if my mouth wasn’t so full. But Alena decides it’s not enough. She squeezes her fist tight, causing the condoms to bulge like balloons. The pressure in my mouth feels incredible, and I have to fight the urge to bite into them.
Anton’s grunting is finally starting to grow haggard. Yet his pace grows faster. Alena is mewling loudly as she pulls the spit-slathered condoms from my mouth.
“Oh, fucking hell,” she groans, as she hands them to me. “Hold these for me, baby.”
She looks back into Anton’s eyes, entwining the fingers of a hand with his. He’s absolutely reaming her ass, and she whimpers with every deep plunge. The sound of each slap of flesh, when they come together, sends a jolt of pleasure through me.
I’ve taken the fistful of bulging condoms, and I’m rubbing furiously at my quivering cunt with them. The feeling as they squish against my engorged clit is incredible. There’s a marvelous pressure building at the core of my sex. Suddenly, Alena’s whole body goes tense, and she begins to shake. She lets out an ululating moan of pleasure that gives Anton permission to cum. His groan is low and guttural as he releases thick jets of boiling semen into Alena’s spasming asshole. I’m now stuffing all six distended balloons into my soaked pussy. After a few quick plunges, the tidal wave hits me too. Now, all three of us are cumming together. Sharing in the release feels intensely wonderful. My sex squelches and squirts until the carpet and cushions beneath me are soaked. My body is rocked with tremors of bliss that seem like they’ll never stop.
As the post-orgasm fog fades away, I see Anton pull his softening member from Alena’s ass. She immediately spins around and presents me with her gaping rectum.
“It looks like you’re on clean-up duty now, beautiful,” she says, glancing over her shoulder at me. “Us girls need to look out for one another.”
I push myself from the couch and onto my knees. The tied-off ends of the condoms are dangling out of me, and they tickle as they brush against my inner thighs. Despite the distraction, I waste no time sinking my tongue into Alena’s seeping anus. My hands grasp her beautiful, smooth cheeks. Every time she pushes out more semen I feel the muscles flex and contract. Anton came so much, and his seed is flooding my mouth.