Vegas Inferno: a Curvy Goddess

The Las Vegas Strip glittered like a fevered pulse, but the real inferno ignited on day three of our five-day escape. Cathy--my wife, a voluptuous Latina goddess--commanded every space she entered. Her body was a fucking revelation: massive, round tits spilling from her sundress, dark nipples thick and jutting through the fabric; hips that flared wide, an ass so fat and juicy it begged to be spanked, all wrapped in caramel skin that shimmered under the casino lights. Her auburn hair cascaded wild, framing hazel eyes that burned with a lust I'd only begun to fathom. We came for a thrill, but Marcus turned it into a descent we couldn't claw back from.

He was the timeshare predator--a black Adonis, six feet of raw, sculpted power, his suit clinging to a chest like slate and biceps that could snap steel. His voice, a deep, dirty growl, sank into us, but his presence owned us. "Cathy," he'd rasped in that pitch, leaning so close his lips grazed her ear, "imagine sunbathing bare, your fat tits dripping sweat, that soaked pussy begging for me." His midnight eyes ate her alive--lingering on her heaving cleavage, the chunky thighs she squeezed tight, her panties already a wet ruin. She signed his contract, hand shaking, his long, rough fingers stroking her wrist, and I knew we'd crossed a line we couldn't un-cross.

That night, our hotel room was a pressure cooker. Cathy pounced, her curvy frame pinning me, tearing her dress off to reveal a thong plastered to her puffy, dripping cunt. Her tits bounced free, dark areolas tight, screaming for a bite. "His goddamn voice," she hissed, straddling me, grinding her swollen slit over my bulge. "He'd split me open, lick me dry." Her hips bucked, clit fat and peeking from her hairy folds, and I grabbed her meaty ass, picturing Marcus's hands instead.

"You'd let him, huh?" I growled, and her "Fuck yes" sent her convulsing, squirting over my jeans as she screamed his name.

Day four, he appeared--Marcus, uninvited, a champagne bottle dwarfed by the obscene tent in his pants. "Celebrating your deal," he smirked, eyes stripping Cathy's silk robe before she could breathe. It fell open, baring her fat, dusky nipples, then her soft belly, her thick thighs trembling, her unshaven pussy glistening at the edge. I let him in, cock already rock-hard. He poured drinks, muscles rippling, but his stare locked on her sopping cunt, a predator scenting blood.

"You've been aching for me," he rumbled, closing in, towering over her 5'4" frame. Her "Yes" was a sob, and he ripped the robe off, leaving her bare--tits swaying heavy, ass jiggling, cunt dripping rivers down her legs. He grabbed her breasts, kneading them rough, pinching her thick nipples until they stood like bullets, her yelp melting into a moan as her thighs slickened. "Tell me," he demanded, unzipping, and out flopped his cock--massive, a veiny black beast, eleven inches of wrist-thick meat, the head a swollen, leaking plum. Pre-cum drooled from the slit, and Cathy's tongue flicked out, her pussy clenching hard enough to see.

She nodded, and he claimed her--lips crashing, tongue fucking her mouth deep as he rubbed that monster against her soft belly, smearing her with his drip. He dropped, spreading her juicy thighs, her bushy cunt splitting open, pink and drenched, clit pulsing like a heartbeat. "So fucking wet," he growled, diving in--tongue spearing her tight hole, slurping her thick cream, sucking her fat clit with wet, nasty smacks. She screamed, clawing his head, hips grinding as he rammed three fingers in--stretching her wide, pumping her sloppy, her juices splashing his wrist. "Cum, you curvy bitch," he snarled, and she exploded--her cunt spasming, squirting a geyser over his face as she wailed his name.

He rose, cock swinging, slick with her spit when she attacked it, sucking the tip, her lips stretched obscene, gagging as he hit her tonsils. "That's it," he grunted, fisting her hair, fucking her throat until drool poured down her chin, pooling on her swaying tits. Then he spun her, bent her over the bed--ass up, cheeks spread, cunt gaping and drooling. He slapped that massive dick against her slit, coating it in her mess, then plunged in--halfway first, her scream raw, then balls-deep, his heavy sack smacking her clit. Her pussy stretched pornographic around him, lips sucking him in as he pounded--brutal, relentless, her ass rippling, tits flopping, sweat and cum slicking her skin. "Take it all," he roared, and she did--cumming again, walls clamping his shaft until he blew, pumping thick, hot jets inside her, his load oozing out around his girth.

She collapsed, gasping, then crawled to me, ripping my pants down. My cock--throbbing, leaking--slid into her used, cum-filled cunt as Marcus watched, stroking his still-hard beast. "Fuck me with his seed," she begged, and I did--slamming her sloppy hole, his spunk squelching around me, her screams splitting the air as we came together, a shuddering, filthy wreck.

Later, tangled in sheets, Cathy's eyes gleamed--wild, alive. "I want more," she whispered, voice husky, her hand trailing down my chest. "Not just him--this. The rush. The freedom." Her fingers circled my spent cock, a promise, a plea. "Could we... explore it? Live it?" My heart raced, hope flickering through the haze--maybe this wasn't the end, but a beginning. A door cracked open to a life I'd never dared dream.