Athena next

You turn your attention to Athena next, the bleach blonde Scottish minx standing tall on her block in that tight green rave dress, the cutouts teasing glimpses of her pierced D-cups and the high-waisted g-string barely containing her fat peachy arse. The handler unhooks her collar with a click, guiding her to the platform where she assumes the position—hands locked behind her head, chest thrust forward, legs slightly apart to display her assets like prime breeding stock. 'Present for inspection,' the handler intones, and Athena complies silently, her blue eyes fixed ahead with trained composure.

You prowl around her, eyes raking over every curve, your cock still semi-hard from Olivia's mouth work. 'Let's appraise this one properly—looks like a sturdy filly ready for the stables,' you declare, grasping her jaw firmly and forcing her mouth open. She sticks out her tongue obediently, letting you peer inside. 'Strong jaw, flexible tongue—ideal for lapping up whatever I spill. No defects here; she'll service without complaint.' A quiet 'Yes sir' escapes her lips as you release her, her accent lilting softly with that Scottish burr.

Your palms cup her D-cup tits through the dress's cutouts, the pierced nipples already stiffening under your rough kneading. You tug on the metal bars, eliciting a sharp inhale from her. 'These are hefty—full and firm, like udders begging for a squeeze. Piercings add a nice edge; bet they swing wild when she's getting railed by a pack.' You roll the nipples between your fingers, pulling until she arches slightly, but she holds the pose. 'Yes sir,' she murmurs, voice steady despite the flush creeping up her neck. Sliding your hands down her sides, you trace the flare of her hips. 'Solid build, not too skinny—perfect for taking a beating in a gangbang without breaking.'

You pivot her to face away, the dress riding up to expose her g-string wedged between those plump cheeks. Your hand cracks down on one globe, the smack echoing as the flesh ripples enticingly. 'Christ, this arse is a standout—thick and juicy, the kind that claps back when you thrust deep. Tight hole too; trainers must've prepped it well.' You peel the thong aside, pressing a thumb against her puckered entrance, working it in knuckle-deep while she tenses but doesn't flinch. 'Grips like a vice— she'll milk your cock dry back here after a few rounds.' 'Yes sir,' comes her response, breath hitching as you twist your thumb.

Withdrawing, you push her forward slightly to bend at the waist, spreading her legs wider for a clear view of her pussy. The lips are neat, the folds already parting with a hint of moisture. 'Broken in by lads, but still clamping tight—self-lubricates on command? Let's test that.' You bark, 'Lubricate,' and she clenches, a fresh sheen coating her entrance. Impressed, you drag two fingers through the slickness, then shove them inside, feeling the velvety walls flutter around you. 'Responsive little slit; those flaps are plump enough to tug while she's busy elsewhere. No wonder she thrives on group action—this cunt's built for overload.' You finger-fuck her steadily, thumb circling her clit until her thighs quiver, juices dripping down her legs. She bites back a moan, replying only 'Yes sir' when you pause.

Pulling your fingers free, you wipe them on her dress and straighten up, unzipping once more to free your now fully erect cock, veins pulsing with need. 'Kneel, slut. We're testing that talented mouth of yours—start slow, show me what that tongue can do.' Athena sinks to her knees on the platform, the rave dress hiking up her thighs, her face inches from your throbbing length. You tangle your fingers in her bleach blonde hair, guiding her closer. 'Lick the bell end first—circle it nice and thorough, like you're savoring a treat.' She leans in, her warm tongue flicking out to trace the swollen ridge, lapping at the sensitive underside with deliberate strokes. The wet heat sends jolts up your spine as she works methodically, swirling around the crown, coating it in saliva that drips down your shaft.

'Good—now plant those kisses, soft and worshipful on the tip.' You command, and she obeys, pressing her full lips to the head in a series of gentle pecks, each one sucking lightly before pulling back, her breath hot against your skin. She alternates licks and kisses, tongue darting to tease the slit, tasting the bead of precum that wells up, her eyes glancing up for approval as she lavishes attention on just that spot. Minutes stretch as you let her build the anticipation, your grip tightening in her hair to hold her steady. 'That's it, tease it out—make me ache before you take more.' Her tongue flicks faster now, kisses turning sloppier, lips glossy with your essence, but she doesn't advance without permission, her obedience fueling your dominance.

Finally, your patience thins, hips twitching forward. 'Enough foreplay—bob that head now, take me deep and suck like the cock-hungry toy you are.' 'Yes sir,' she breathes against your cockhead, then engulfs it fully, lips stretching around your girth as she slides down inch by inch. Her head moves in a steady rhythm, bobbing with controlled depth, cheeks hollowing to create suction that pulls groans from your throat. You thrust shallowly to match her pace, watching her pierced tits bounce with each descent, saliva trailing from her mouth to slick your balls. 'Fuck, she's a natural—throat opens right up, no fight. Perfect for the bar's lineup.' The handler nods as you comment, your free hand reaching down to tweak a nipple while she works, her tongue still pressing flat against you on every upstroke.

You let her continue the oral exam longer than with Olivia, savoring the build, her skilled mouth drawing you closer to the edge with expert swallows and hums. But you rein it in, not ready to unload yet—Channy awaits, and you need to compare your options. With a grunt, you haul her off your cock, strings of spit connecting her lips to your glistening length. 'Up, back in place.' She rises on shaky legs, wiping her mouth subtly but resuming her display pose without a word beyond 'Yes sir.' The handler reattaches her collar, and your eyes shift to the petite Channy, her see-through black dress doing nothing to hide the gaping anal plug keeping her arse stretched and ready.