Sunday Finale

11am - 2pm - Oliver and three friends

The weekend had bled into a single, continuous smear of time. Saturday’s massive cum injection had been processed, absorbed. We woke fresh on Sunday morning, showered , ate breakfast, consumed coffee and waited for our 11am appointment. The living room was thick with the ghosts of sex and sweat and spent seed. We put a new cover on the duvet, seeing as it was covered in crusty spunk patches and still damp in some areas.

The clock glowed 10:58 PM when the buzzer sounded. Not early. Precisely on time for the 11 AM block.

Laura opened the door.

Oliver stood there, a familiar, predatory grin splitting his handsome face. He looked rested, energized, his eyes gleaming with renewed hunger. Behind him were three of his friends from Friday night—the wiry, intense one named Leo; the bulky, silent one called Brick; and a new face, a younger guy with nervous eyes who Oliver introduced as Finn.

“Miss us?” Oliver purred, stepping inside and letting his gaze roam over Laura like she was a car he’d come to collect. “Sunday special. We get to pick the order again.” He pointed at the wall, though no new directive was written. “today, we'd like to start with the mouth. Warm you up. Then the pussy. And we finish in the ass. ”

His words settled over us like a cold blanket. Finishing in the ass. It felt like a statement of finality, a claiming.

“Sounds lovely” Laura said, her voice devoid of inflection. “Get undressed buys, hope you still have some left after Friday's event's

“Oh we do, don't you worry” Oliver said, already unbuttoning his jeans, his eyes locked on Laura. “Leo, Finn—you’re with Carrie. Brick, you’re with me on Laura. ”

They shed their clothes . Oliver stood before Laura, his cock already hard. “On your knees, gorgeous. Let’s see if you remember how I taste.”

I dropped to my knees on the floor as Leo and Finn approached me. Leo stood directly in front, Finn to the side, waiting his turn. Leo didn’t say a word. He simply grabbed a fistful of my hair, tilted my head back, and fed his cock into my open mouth. He started fast and deep, an immediate, punishing face-fuck that battered my throat. He used my mouth with a focused, angry intensity, his hips pistoning, his balls slapping against my chin. The taste was bitter, musky. He came quickly, with a sharp gasp, flooding my throat with a hot, salty gush of hot spunk. I swallowed convulsively as he pulled out, spunk dripping from my lips. Finn was gentler, almost hesitant. He guided himself in, letting me set the pace. I sucked him slowly, thoroughly, and he sighed, his hands trembling on my shoulders. His release was a warm, sweet trickle that I easily consumed.

Across the room, Oliver was making Laura work. He fucked her mouth with slow, deep, possessive strokes, murmuring to her. “That’s it… take it all… this mouth belongs to me, remember?” He came with a low groan, and I heard her gagging swallow.

Brick took his turn with Laura silently, his massive hands cradling her head as he used her.

Leo pushed me backward onto the floor. He didn’t bother with preliminaries. He spread my legs, positioned himself, and drove into my pussy in one brutal thrust. He fucked me on the ground with a frantic, jackhammer rhythm, his eyes wild. The sore, overused tissue screamed in protest, then went numb. He came inside me with a strangled shout, another hot flood of delicious man juice added to the emptiness.

Finn followed, his entry smoother. He fucked me with a ****, grateful energy, as if he couldn’t believe his luck of fucking some whores over the weekend, and spilled his second load to mix with Leo's with a soft cry.

On the other side of the room, Oliver had Laura bent over the arm of the ragged sofa. He took her from behind, his thrusts long and deep, punctuated by the sharp, wet smacks of flesh on flesh. He was talking the entire time, a stream of filth and ownership. Brick waited his turn, a patient, looming statue.

This was what they’d saved for. The finale.

Leo rolled me onto my stomach. I raised my ass slightly. He spat onto his hand, slicked himself, and without any further preparation, pressed the head of his cock against my tight, unprepared hole.

“Fuck that's a nice ass” he grunted.

He pushed. It was a nice stretch. I cried out, my fingers scrabbling against the floor. He leaned his weight, forcing his way in, inch by inch, until he was fully buried in my ass. The feeling was one of total, violating fullness. He began to fuck me, a hard, relentless rhythm that shook my whole body against the ground. This was punishment. This was possession. His climax built, a coiling tension that finally snapped. He slammed in deep and roared, pumping a searing, claiming load into my bowels. He held it there, grinding, before pulling out with a wet, sucking sound. "Christ, that ass is tight"

Finn was next. He was softer, but the entry was no less painful on top of the fresh violation. He fucked my ass with short, frantic strokes, coming quickly with a sob, adding his own deposit to the mix.

I lay on my stomach, utterly spent, my ass throbbing and full, feeling their combined spend begin its inevitable, warm leak.

I turned my head to see Oliver finishing with Laura. He had her on her knees, bent forward, and was taking her ass with a slow, terrifying control. He wasn’t fucking her; he was *occupying* her. Each thrust was a measured, deep conquest. When he came, it was silent—a long, powerful series of pulses that made her whole body shudder. He stayed embedded for a full minute before withdrawing.

Brick took his turn, a quick, functional mounting, and then it was done.

Oliver stood, breathing heavily, looking down at Laura’s prone form. He zipped his jeans. “Perfect,” he said, his voice satisfied. “Carrie, Laura, amazing as always, I'll give you a ring soon, come on lads, lets hit the gym”

They dressed quickly, the party atmosphere gone, replaced by the quiet fatigue of completed work. Oliver gave Laura one last, lingering look, then led his friends out into the hall.

The door clicked shut.

The silence was absolute, broken only by the sound of our ragged breathing and the soft, wet drip of aftermath onto the floor.

Minutes passed. An eternity.

Laura finally stirred, pushing herself up to her hands and knees. Her voice, when it came, was cracked and broken, barely audible.

“mmmm, that was a nice quick fucking from that lot, 6 loads each” She took a shuddering breath, her eyes staring at the stained floor between her hands. “One more to go for today”

"Yep, that was a good one, they always cum quickly and always a lot, nice young un's"

I rolled onto my side, curling around the deep, aching fullness in my ass.

"I've got an idea, the last 6 guys, seeing as it's the last one, why don't we let them do what they want to us, dp, facials, proper ending to the weekend fucking", Laura said with a smile on her face.

"that.....sounds like a great idea, fuck it why not, fancy being dp'd today"

6pm - whenever - Patrick, Charlie and 4 friends

The weekend’s final, claiming ache had settled into a deep, permanent soreness. We had cleaned what could be cleaned—our bodies under a scalding shower.

At 6 PM precisely , the buzzer sounded.

Patrick and Charlie entered first, their demeanor as coolly professional as it had been on Friday. But tonight, there was a subtle difference—a gleam in Patrick’s eye, a slight curl to Charlie’s lip. Behind them filed four other men. They weren’t rowdy like Oliver’s crew, or clinical like Peter’s. They were quiet, focused, and carried a tangible sense of purpose. They looked at us not as people, nor even as toys, but as a complex piece of equipment they had full authorization to test to destruction.

“Evening,” Patrick said, his voice cutting through the quiet. He didn’t bother with the wall, with rules.

“Hey guys, well, seeing as you are the last one this weekend, how would you like to do anything you like, no order, just use us” Laura said

“mmm, that is fab” Patrick began to unbutton his crisp shirt. They all got undressed and soon enough there were 6 rock hard cocks waiting to be used and emptied. They didn’t have us kneel. They stood us against the wall. Patrick took Laura’s mouth, Charlie took mine. It was a deep, demanding face-fuck, a re-establishment of dominance, a reminder of where the control lay. They came almost in unison, thick, salty loads shot directly down our throats. We swallowed. Patrick pointed to the centre of the room. “You,” he said, indicating the stocky man with tattooed forearms. “On your back, fella” The man, who I’d learn was called Vince, complied, lying flat on the stained floor. Patrick then pointed at me. “come on babe, slide down on his pole, like a good slut”

I moved mechanically, climbing over Vince. He guided his cock to my entrance. I sank down onto him, a slow, filling descent that made him groan. Once I was fully impaled, my pussy stretched around his girth, Patrick gestured to Charlie.

“Now the ass, dp time”

Charlie moved behind me, lubing himself and my already-tender asshole with a clinical efficiency. With Vince buried in my cunt, Charlie pressed forward. The angle was ****, the stretch unbelievable. I cried out as he pushed past the tight ring of muscle, filling my ass while my pussy was already occupied. The sensation of being speared in two directions, held aloft between them, was one of total, breath taking penetration. Vince gripped my hips from below, Charlie held them from above. They began to move in a counter-rhythm, Vince thrusting up into my cunt as Charlie fucked down into my ass. It was a slow, deep, grinding **** of fullness, each man claiming his channel with possessive intensity. I was just the conduit, the living sheath. They both came inside me, Vince first with a guttural shout, flooding my pussy, I felt the thick jets of spunk coat the inside of my well used hole, followed moments later by Charlie’s hot, pulsing release deep in my bowels. They held me there, locked, until they were spent.

I was lifted off, a gush of mixed fluids following me.

Beside us, the same was being done to Laura, straddling one man while another took her ass from behind.

Before the double penetration’s aftermath could fully register, I was hauled upright by two of the remaining men. One held my arms pinned above my head. The other, the younger guy with close-cropped hair named Drew, stood before me, stroking his cock rapidly.

“Open wide, gorgeous” he said.

I opened my mouth, expecting another oral finish. Instead, he aimed higher. The first hot spurt hit my cheekbone, splattering across my eyelid. The next painted my lips and chin. The rest came in thick ropes across my forehead, my nose, my neck. He coated my face thoroughly, until my skin was a sticky, dripping mask. He finished by wiping the head of his cock over my lips, smearing the last of it. “Beautiful,” he breathed.

Beside me, Laura was receiving the same treatment from the final man, white streaks matting in her hair.

We were not allowed to wipe it off.

Patrick directed operations. “Turn them over. Asses up. ”

We were bent over the low coffee table. The older man with the quiet intensity, Marcus, stepped up behind me. He used a generous amount of lube, then pressed into my already-stuffed and leaking ass. His fucking was slow, deep, and utterly possessive. He built to a powerful, grinding climax, pumping an immense, hot load deep into my colon, holding himself there as he pulsed. “Fuck, that's nice, take every drop,” he growled.

He was replaced immediately by Charlie, who gave my ass a hard pounding and added a second, cooler deposit to the mix. The feeling of being packed so solidly in the back was profound. Before the anal fullness could settle, I was flipped onto my back. Patrick himself stood between my spread legs. He looked down at me, my face still glazed, my body a leaking wreck. “Time for a load in that hot pussy” he stated. He entered me in one smooth, deep stroke, fucking me with a controlled, powerful rhythm. His orgasm was a quiet, intense shudder, and he released a final, claiming flood directly against my cervix.

He withdrew, his cock glistening. He brought it to my lips. “Clean it. Slut”

Exhausted, I licked him clean, tasting the cocktail of everything that had been put inside me. Then another hot cock entered my well spunk lubed pussy, "Christ, I love a sloppy pussy", and he proceeded to fuck my pussy, white cum froth now covered my hole and it wasn't long before he came with a few short thrusts, a last filling of the weekend.

Around me, the sounds of the other men finishing with Laura subsided.

A sudden, ringing silence fell.

The six men dressed with quiet efficiency. Patrick checked his watch. “not bad, 9pm, let's go to the pub guys” He looked at us, his gaze analytical. “Thanks ladies, always a great time with you two”. All of them gave me and Laura a kiss and a quick grope and without another word, they filed out.

The door closed.

Laura and I lay where we were left, on the floor, two broken dolls in a puddle of shared devastation. The spunk cooling on our skin, the incredible, sloshing fullness inside, the raw, torn feeling of every orifice—it all spoke of a usage that was absolute.

A long, long time later, Laura spoke. “ffuuuccckk, that was good” She listed them, each one a hammer blow. “double penetration. Facials. Anal creampie. Vaginal creampie. Oral completion.” She paused, a tremor running through her. “I need more of that and soon”

I closed my eyes, the taste of Patrick’s final offering still on my tongue, the weight of six men’s decisions sitting heavy in my gut.

"Ok, time to send a message to Carl, let him know we're finished", I said and grabbed my phone and proceeded to send a message.

"Hey Babe. It’s been a long night. Oliver and his friends came back today. Finished in our asses. A claiming. Then tonight… Patrick and Charlie came back with four others. They had full access. Did whatever they wanted. Double penetration. They came in both holes at once. Then facials. More anal creampies. More pussy creampies. I’ve lost count of the loads. We are so full. I can feel it sloshing when I move. We are a bit sore now. How is your slut, tell me about her and what you did to her all weekend, and more piccy's. XXX "

The response was

"Fuck, Carrie. That’s incredible. Oliver claiming that ass, then Patrick and Charlie. I love knowing you’re lying there full and sore, just holding everything they gave you. Perfect. Sarah? Yeah, she’s been our weekend project. 38, married to some soft-dicked accountant in his 50s who can’t satisfy her. She came to us hungry, and we’ve been feeding her non-stop. Friday night we broke her in—mouth, pussy, ass, the works. Saturday she came back for more, took double loads in every hole. Tonight she was begging for it before we even got her clothes off. Josh fucked her throat while I drilled her ass, then we swapped and filled her cunt together. She left here an hour ago, walking funny, with our numbers saved under “Yoga Instructors.” She’s loves being used like a slut. And get this—she asked about you. Wants to know if you would be up for some “fun.” Says she’s not tried it with a woman. Thinks it’d be hot to have some fun with you and then share a cock with you, or watch. What do you think? You two could compare notes. I’ll set it up if you’re game, and I send some piccies soon, got quite a few"

My response was obvious.

"LOL, as if you need to ask, of course, she's lovely"

Carl just gave the thumb emoji, so that is something to look forward to.