Laura's Story

The sun was high and golden when Laura found herself on the third floor, following a couple she had been eyeing since breakfast. He was tall, broad-shouldered, his skin the color of rich espresso, his muscles moving beneath his skin like oiled machinery. She was petite, porcelain-pale, with red hair that fell in waves down her back, her body soft and curved in all the right places. Their names were Tyler and Megan, and they had been watching Laura as much as she had been watching them. Their room was at the end of the hall, a corner suite with windows on two sides, the sea visible through both. The bed was enormous, draped in white linen, and the afternoon light poured in like honey. Megan closed the door behind them and turned to Laura with a slow, appraising smile.

"We were hoping to have some fun with you." she said.

Tyler's cock standing thick and long against his stomach, the head dark and glistening. Laura's breath caught. He was hung in a way that made her thighs clench instinctively, a vein running along the underside, the shaft thick as her wrist. Megan stepped behind Laura and her body against Laura's back, her hands cupping Laura's breasts, her mouth kissing along her shoulder.

"Lie down," Megan whispered. "Let us take care of you."

Laura lay on her back in the center of the massive bed, the linen cool beneath her. Megan settled between her thighs, her mouth finding Laura's cunt with practiced ease, her tongue sliding through her folds, circling her clit. Laura moaned, her hands tangling in Megan's red hair, her hips lifting to meet her mouth. Marcus knelt beside them, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly as he watched his wife eat Laura out. His eyes traveled over Laura's body, lingering on her breasts, her stomach, the way her toes curled when Megan hit the right spot.

"Look at her," Tyler said, his voice deep, rough. "She's already dripping."

Megan hummed in agreement, the vibration sending a jolt through Laura's clit. She came quickly, her body arching, a sharp cry escaping her lips. Evelyn licked her through it, gentle and patient, then lifted her head, her chin glistening.

"Your turn," she said to Tyler.

He moved between Laura's thighs, positioning himself at her entrance. The head of his cock pressed against her, thick and blunt, and he pushed inside her slowly, inch by inch, giving her time to adjust. Laura gasped, her fingers gripping the sheets, her eyes wide as she felt him fill her completely.

"Fuck," she breathed.

Tyler smiled, a slow, satisfied curve of his lips, and began to move. He fucked her with a steady, deep rhythm, his hips meeting hers with every thrust, his hands gripping her thighs, spreading her wider. Megan knelt beside them, her hand between her own legs, stroking herself as she watched her husband take Laura apart. She leaned down and kissed Laura, her tongue sliding into her mouth, tasting herself on Laura's lips. Tyler fucked her for what felt like hours, changing positions—her on top, riding him, her breasts bouncing in his face; him behind her, her cheek pressed to the mattress, his balls slapping against her clit; her on her back again, her legs hooked over his shoulders, his cock hitting spots that made her see stars. He came inside her first, groaning hard, his spunk flooding her pussy, hot and thick. She felt it pulse, and again, coating the insides of her pussy, it started leaking from her as he pulled out, and Megan was there immediately, her mouth pressing to Laura's cunt, licking the come from her folds, cleaning her, tasting her husband.

"Fuck, babe, she full to the brim, mmm...mmmm", Megan said in between licking up her husbands spunk from Laura's fresh fucked pussy, She moved up and kissed Laura, snowballing with her, Megan rubbed Laura's pussy and Laura did the same, she was horny as hell now. Marcus was smiling , watching his wife playing with his latest fuck toy, he stuck his cock to Megan's face and she devoured his wet cock, tasting Laura and spunk. They weren't finished yet. Marcus wanted her ass.

He was slow at first, working her open with his fingers, then with lube, then with the head of his cock. Laura buried her face in the pillow, moaning, her body trembling as he pushed inside her. He was even thicker in her ass, the stretch was divine, but she wanted it, needed it, and she pushed back against him, taking him deeper. He fucked her ass with the same steady rhythm, his hands on her hips, his breath ragged. Megan watched, her fingers stuck up her own cunt, her eyes fixed on the place where her husband's cock disappeared into Laura's ass. Her other hand playing with one of her tits, squeezing the nipple until it was firm and erect, her tongue licking it. She watched as Tyler smashed his cock into Laura's tight ass. She came with a sharp cry, her body shuddering, Tyler followed ten minutes later, his come filling Laura's ass, a warm flood that seeped out around his cock as he pulled out.

Megan went over and kissed Tyler as he was emptying his balls for a second time inside Laura's hole, wrapping her hand around his shaft as he fucked her ass, "mmm..mm, babe another hot load for your slut", as Tyler pulled out, Megan again sucked his cock, cleaning it and then proceeded to rim Laura's fresh gaped hole, sucking out all the cum in there, and again snowballed with Laura. All three were now panting and out of breath and took a small break, talking , touching but they weren't done.

Tyler lay on his back, his cock still hard, and Megan guided Laura onto him, her pussy sliding down his shaft, still wet with his come. Megan knelt beside them, her mouth on Laura's clit, licking her while she rode him. Laura came again, her body convulsing, and Tyler came inside her a second time, his spunk mixing with the first load, overflowing, dripping onto the sheets. Megan pulled Laura off him and pushed her onto her back. She straddled Laura's face, her cunt pressing against Laura's mouth, while Tyler knelt by Laura's head, his cock in her hand. Laura licked Evelyn's clit, her fingers sliding inside her, while she stroked Tyler's cock, bringing him to the edge.

"Nnnngh..fuck", As Tyler came, Megan stopped grinding Laura's face, hot thick streams of spunk splattered her cheeks, her nose, her lips. Her face a mess, her body full, her holes aching. Laura lay there for a while, Tyler's spunk still on her face, she decided to leave it there and not clean up, so everyone could see how she was marked. She got up , turned to both of them and said, "You, my big cock friend are spectacular, and you", pointing to Megan, "Gorgeous filthy slut", licked her lips and left the room. Her face coated in spunk.

Laura left the couple's room on unsteady legs, her body humming, her thighs slick. She walked down the hallway, her bare feet silent on the wood, and found herself drawn to a room with a door slightly ajar. Soft sounds came from within—a woman's voice, low and commanding, and a man's voice, pleading. She pushed the door open a crack and peered inside. The room was dim, lit only by candles. A woman stood in the center, tall and severe, with dark hair pulled back in a tight bun. She wore a leather harness that cupped her breasts and a strap-on that jutted from her hips, long and black and gleaming. A man knelt before her, naked, his hands bound behind his back, a gag in his mouth. His cock was hard, leaking, desperate. The woman circled him slowly, her heels clicking on the floor. She stopped behind him and ran her hand down his spine, then brought her palm down hard on his ass. He whimpered, his body jerking, but he didn't move.

Laura felt her hand drift between her own legs, her fingers finding her clit, still swollen and sensitive. She stroked herself slowly, watching through the crack in the door, her breath shallow. The woman noticed her. She turned her head, her eyes finding Laura in the doorway. A slow smile spread across her face. She crooked her finger, beckoning.

Laura pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The woman—her name was Celeste—looked Laura up and down, taking in the evidence of her afternoon, the come drying on her face.

"You've been busy," Celeste said.

Laura nodded, her hand still between her legs.

"Come here."

Laura approached. Celeste took her chin in her hand, tilting her face, examining her like a piece of art.

"My husband has been disobedient," Celeste said, her voice cool. "He needs to be reminded of his place. Would you can help me with that."

She guided Laura to a low bench in the center of the room. She pressed Laura's shoulders until she understood, and Laura bent over the bench, her ass in the air, her cheek pressed to the leather.

Celeste positioned her husband behind Laura. He was still bound, still gagged, his eyes wide. Celeste removed his gag and spoke to him, her voice sharp.

"You will fuck her. You will fuck her until I tell you to stop. Fuck this bitch in the ass and you will not come until I give you permission. Do you understand?"

"Yes, mistress," he said, his voice hoarse.

He stepped forward, his cock pressing against Laura's ass. He entered her slowly, his hands still bound behind his back, his body trembling. Laura moaned, still sensitive from Tyler, but she wanted this too, wanted to be used for Celeste's pleasure.

Celeste circled them, watching, her hand on her own strap-on. "Faster," she commanded.

He obeyed, his hips slapping against Laura's ass, his breath ragged. Laura could feel him struggling not to come, his cock twitching inside her. Celeste watched, her eyes cold, her smile sharp.

"Stop."

He froze, his body shaking. Celeste walked up behind him and ran her nails down his back.

"Pull out you dirty little bastard."

He obeyed, his cock slipping from Laura's ass, wet and glistening. Celeste pushed him aside and took his place, her strap-on pressing against Laura's entrance.

"Now you," she said, and pushed inside.

The strap-on was long and thick, filling Laura in a way that was different from a real cock—smooth, unyielding, deliberate. Celeste fucked her with slow, punishing strokes, her hands gripping Laura's hips, her breath steady. Laura moaned, her fingers gripping the bench, her body rocking with each thrust.

Celeste fucked her until Laura came, her body shuddering, a cry tearing from her throat. Then she pulled out and turned to her husband.

"Your turn. Come on her face."

He stood before Laura, his cock in his hand, and he came with a groan, his spunk painting her cheeks, her lips, her chin. Celeste watched, satisfied, then leaned down and licked a stripe of come from Laura's mouth.

"Good girl," she said. "You can stay and watch, or you can go. But I'm not done with him yet."

Laura rose on unsteady legs, her face sticky, her body aching. She kissed Celeste's cheek, then walked out of the room, her legs trembling, her cunt still clenching around the memory of the strap-on. She made it to the bottom of the stairs before two men stepped into her path. They were both tall, both broad, one with dark hair and a beard, the other clean-shaven with a tattoo winding up his arm. They had been watching her all weekend, she realized—she had seen them and had been waiting.

"Oh look at you, see someone has used you plenty, Come with us," the bearded one said.

It wasn't a question. They led her to a room on the ground floor, a small parlor with a couch and a rug and a fireplace that crackled with warmth. They closed the door behind them, and then they were on her. The bearded one lifted her onto the couch, her legs spread, his mouth on her cunt immediately, licking her, tasting the come that was still leaking from her. The tattooed one knelt by her head, his cock in her mouth, and she took him deep, her throat relaxing, her hands gripping his thighs. They worked her together, a synchronized rhythm, one in her mouth, one in her pussy, then switching, then both at once—the bearded one fucking her pussy while the tattooed one fucked her mouth, then the bearded one in her ass while the tattooed one in her pussy, then both in her pussy, one after the other, filling her, stretching her.

The bearded one came first, buried deep in her ass, his seed flooding her, hot and thick. He pulled out, and the tattooed one took his place, sliding into her ass while the bearded one moved to her mouth. They came again, almost simultaneously, the tattooed one filling her ass, the bearded one shot his spunk down her throat. But they weren't done. They flipped her onto her stomach, her hips lifted, and they took her together—one in her pussy, one in her ass, both moving in opposite rhythms, a brutal, beautiful harmony. Laura screamed into the couch, her body convulsing, coming so hard she saw white.

They came inside her together, both at once, their spunk mingling, overflowing, dripping down her thighs. They pulled out, and she felt empty, gaping, her holes full of their come. The bearded one knelt beside her and licked her cheek, cleaning her gently. The tattooed one pressed a kiss to her shoulder.

"Thank you," he said.

Laura lay there, unable to move, her body spent, her holes full, her skin painted. She felt claimed, owned, utterly and completely used. She stayed there for a long time, the fire crackling beside her, the come drying on her skin, a smile on her face.

The evening had settled over the mansion like a velvet shroud, the lights dimmed, Laura had cleaned up briefly, a quick rinse in a guest bathroom, but she was already aching for more. Her body was a live wire, every nerve ending singing, and she knew the night was just beginning. She found them in the library, four men lounging on the leather sofas, drinks in hand, their eyes tracking her the moment she appeared in the doorway. They were a matched set—all in their thirties, all fit, all with the same hungry gleam in their eyes.

"Come on in," one of them said, his voice low and inviting. Laura stepped inside, letting the door close behind her. She didn't speak. She simply walked to the center of the room, turned to face them. They rose as one. They surrounded her, hands touching her shoulders, her hips, her breasts. They guided her to a low ottoman in the center of the room, and she sat, her legs spread, her back straight. One of them knelt before her, his mouth on her cunt immediately, his tongue sliding through her folds, lapping at the remnants of the afternoon. Another knelt behind her, his hands cupping her breasts, his mouth on her neck.

The other two stood before her, their cocks hard, their hands stroking themselves slowly. They were all well-endowed, thick and long, and Laura's mouth watered at the sight. But they had a plan. The one behind her produced a glass, a crystal tumbler, elegant and absurd in this context. He held it out, and the others understood. The man before her stepped closer, his cock at her lips, and she opened her mouth, taking him deep. He fucked her throat with slow, deliberate strokes, his hand fisting in her hair, as the man was at the peak he pulled back, aiming his cock into the glass. His come splashed against the crystal, hot and white.

The second man took his place, his cock sliding into her mouth, and she worked him with the same rhythm, her tongue swirling, her cheeks hollowing. He came into the glass as well, his seed adding to the pool. The man behind her shifted, positioning himself at her face, she sucked him as well, and again, pulling out and came in the glass. They all did this, she sucked them off, one by one and they came in the glass, which was full now, a warm, milky liquid, one of them handed it to her.

"For you." he said.

Laura looked at the glass, at the mingled come of four men, at the evidence of their desire pooled in crystal. She raised it to her lips, tilted her head back, and drank. It was warm, thick, salty with a hint of bitterness. She swallowed it all, every drop, letting it coat her throat, letting it settle in her stomach. She lowered the glass, her lips wet, and smiled.

"amazing" one of them said.

And then they took her. They used her thoroughly, methodically, with the precision of men who had planned this and the hunger of men who had waited all weekend for their turn. The first man took her pussy, laying her back on the ottoman, her legs hooked over his shoulders. He fucked her with deep, grinding strokes, his eyes locked on hers, and he came inside her within minutes, his seed flooding her, mixing with the drink she had just swallowed. The second man took her ass, positioning her on all fours, her face pressed to the leather. He entered her slowly, savoring the stretch, and he fucked her until she came, her body shuddering, and then he came inside her too. The third man took her mouth, kneeling before her while she was still on all fours, his cock sliding past her lips, down her throat. He came on her face, painting her cheeks and her lips and her nose, and she licked the rest from his cock, cleaning him.

The fourth man took her pussy again, this time from behind, while the third man slid into her ass. They fucked her together, one in each hole, their rhythms alternating, a brutal, beautiful machine. Laura screamed into the leather, her body convulsing, coming again and again. They came together, both inside her, their seed mingling, overflowing, dripping onto the ottoman. They didn't stop. They flipped her onto her back, spread her wide, and took turns—one in her pussy, one in her mouth, one in her ass, one watching, stroking himself, waiting for his turn. They fucked her for over an hour, filling her, refilling her, using every hole, every inch of her body. They came on her tits, on her stomach, on her thighs. They came in her mouth, and she swallowed. They came in her pussy and her ass, and she felt it leak from her, warm and constant. By the time they were done, Laura was a mess—her hair matted, her face streaked, her thighs slick, her holes gaping and full. She lay on the ottoman, panting, her body limp, a smile on her lips.

"Thanks boys" she whispered.

They nodded, satisfied, and left her to rest.

She found her way to the hot tub an hour later, after a quick rinse to clean up. The night air was cool, but the water was warm, steam rising from its surface, and a group was already there, tangled together in the bubbling water. There were six of them—three men and three women, their bodies intertwined, hands moving beneath the surface, mouths meeting in slow, languorous kisses. The water sloshed as they shifted, and Laura could see the glint of a nipple, the curve of a hip, the shadow of a cock disappearing between a woman's thighs. She slipped into the water, the heat enveloping her, and they welcomed her without a word. A woman pulled her close, her lips finding Laura's, her tongue sliding into her mouth. Another woman pressed against her back, her hands cupping Laura's breasts, her fingers pinching her nipples. The men watched, their hands moving beneath the water, stroking themselves as the women kissed. Laura was passed between them, her mouth on one woman, then another, her hands exploring soft skin and wet curls. A woman's hand found her cunt, fingers sliding inside her, and Laura moaned into the kiss, her hips grinding against the woman's hand.

The men watched, their cocks hard, their hands moving faster. One of them stood up and his wife immediately wrapped her lips around his cock and he emptied his balls down his wife's throat, once empty, she sat back and one by one the husbands stood and Laura watched as each wife swallowed their partners spunk, it was hot to watch. The women didn't stop there. They fingered Laura, licked her, kissed her, brought her to orgasm twice in the warm, churning water. Laura came with a cry, her body shuddering, and they held her, their hands gentle, their mouths soft. She stayed in the hot tub for another hour, floating in the warmth, letting them touch her, letting them use her, letting them adore her. By the time she climbed out, her skin was pruned, her body relaxed, her cunt still humming.

She was walking past the same candlelit room when she heard the familiar voice, Celeste, low and commanding, and the soft whimper of her husband in response. Laura pushed the door open. Celeste was standing in the center of the room, still in her leather harness, still wearing the strap-on. Her husband was on his knees before her, his hands bound, his mouth gagged, his cock hard and desperate. Celeste held a flogger in her hand, its tails trailing across his chest. She looked up when Laura entered, and a slow smile spread across her face.

"Back for more?"

Laura nodded, stepping inside, letting the door close behind her.

"I thought you might be." Celeste gestured to her husband. "This little shit has been disobedient again. He needs to be reminded who owns him."

She handed Laura the strap-on harness.

"Put it on."

Laura obeyed, stepping into the harness, adjusting the straps until the silicone cock jutted from her hips, long and black and ready. Celeste circled her husband, her hand on his shoulder.

"Stand up."

He rose, his bound hands at his sides, his eyes on the floor. Celeste positioned him in front of Laura, bending him over a low bench, his ass in the air.

"Fuck him," Celeste said. "Fuck him until I tell you to stop."

Laura had never fucked a guy before , so this was new, she stepped behind him, the strap-on pressing against his ass. She pushed inside him slowly, feeling him clench around the silicone, his muffled groan reaching her ears. She fucked him with steady, deliberate strokes, her hands gripping his hips, her breath steady.

Celeste watched, her hand between her own legs, stroking herself. "Harder," she said.

Laura obeyed, her thrusts becoming sharper, deeper. The man whimpered, his bound hands gripping the bench, his cock swinging beneath him, hard and leaking. Laura fucked him for a good ten maybe fifteen minutes.

"Stop," Celeste said.

Laura froze, the strap-on buried deep inside him. Celeste walked around to face her husband, her hand wrapping around his cock. She stroked him slowly, her thumb circling the head.

"You will not come," she said. "Not yet. Dirty little fuck"

She continued stroking him, bringing him to the edge, then stopping, then starting again. His breath was ragged, his body trembling, his eyes squeezed shut.

"Laura," Celeste said. "Pull out. Come here."

Laura stepped back, the strap-on sliding out of him. She walked around to stand beside Celeste, who guided her hand to her husband's cock.

"Wank him. But do not let this little fuck finish."

Laura wrapped her hand around his shaft, slick with his own precum. She stroked him slowly, bringing him to the edge, then stopping, then starting again. He groaned, his hips bucking, his body desperate.

"Please," he begged, his voice broken.

"Not yet, worm" Celeste said.

They worked him together, Celeste's hand on his balls, Laura's hand on his cock, bringing him to the brink again and again, denying him each time. His body was slick with sweat, his breath ragged, his eyes wild.

Finally, Celeste nodded.

"Now," she said.

Laura stroked him fast, her hand a blur, and he came with a cry, his shot out in a huge jet arcing across the floor, hot and thick. She kept stroking until he was empty, until he collapsed against the bench, his body spent.

Celeste leaned down and kissed his cheek.

"Good boy," she whispered.

She turned to Laura, her eyes soft now, satisfied. She cupped Laura's face and kissed her, deep and slow.

"Thank you," she said. Laura smiled, her body humming, her hand still wet with his come.

She turned and left and headed back to her room, Josh was nowhere to be seen, he was probably up some sluts hole, enjoying himself. He would be back soon enough. So Laura brushed her teeth, combed her hair and lay on the bed naked, thinking about what she had done tonight, all the spunk she had swallowed from the glass, thinking about it made her horny again, but she was too tired to go back out and get more cock, instead her hand wandered to her wet pussy, gave it a small rub and fell asleep. content.