Sarah's Story

The mansion's main lounge was a study in soft lighting and hushed intimacy, all velvet sofas and antique side tables, the clink of ice in crystal glasses, the low murmur of conversation. Sarah stood near the fireplace, a glass of white wine in her hand, wearing nothing but her birthday suit, her hair loose around her shoulders. She had been observing, still choosing her moment. The couple she was speaking with were charming, Julian and Nadia, both in their forties, both with the easy confidence of regulars. Nadia was a tall brunette with sharp cheekbones and a silver anklet that caught the firelight. Her body, slim, her breasts firm, and a shaved pussy. Julian was silver-haired, broad-shouldered, his cock semi hard, like most of the guys in the room, a nice shaved nutsack, his hand resting possessively on his wife's lower back.

"So you're new here," Nadia said, her eyes traveling over Sarah's face. "First time?"

"First of many, I hope." Sarah smiled, lifting her glass. "definitely"

Julian's lips curved. "And have you had any good encounters"

Sarah opened her mouth to answer, but the words never came.

A hand gripped her hip. A body pressed against her from behind, warm and solid. She felt a cock, hard, thick, unannounced and then it was inside her, sliding into her pussy in one smooth, brutal stroke. She gasped, her wine sloshing in her glass. Her eyes went wide, fixed on the couple before her. Nadia's eyebrows rose, but her smile did not falter. Julian's hand still rested on his wife's back, but his eyes were on Sarah, watching, interested. The man behind her did not speak. He did not whisper in her ear. He cupped both of her tits, rolling the nipples between his fingers. He fucked her, three, four, five deep strokes, his hips slapping against her ass, his breath hot on her neck. Sarah stood frozen, her body betraying her, her cunt clenching around him, her knees weakening.

And then he came. Groaning, jerking. She felt it, hot, thick spunk , flooding her. He pulled out once there was none left to give, and she felt the emptiness immediately, the rush of his come leaking from her, sliding down her inner thigh. She heard his footsteps retreating, she stood there, still holding her wine, her face flushed, her thighs sticky.

Nadia leaned forward, her eyes bright. "Well," she said. "That's one way to say hello."

Sarah laughed, a shaky, breathless sound. She looked down at her thigh, where a thin trail of white was already making its way toward her knee. She did not wipe it away.

"I suppose it is."

She took a sip of her wine, her hand trembling slightly. The conversation resumed, but the air had changed. Nadia's gaze kept drifting to Sarah's thigh, to the evidence of what had just happened. Gazing at it, it seemed to turn her on. Julian's hand had moved from his wife's back to the small of Sarah's, a light, proprietary touch, his cock now rock hard. They talked for another ten minutes. Sarah's pussy was still dripping, the come cooling on her skin, and she made no move to clean herself. She let it be. She let them see. And then it happened again. This time, the hand on her hip was different, rougher, larger. The body behind her was taller, broader. The cock that pressed against her did not seek her pussy. It found her ass, pushing against her tightest hole, and she gasped, her fingers tightening on her wine glass.

Nadia's eyes went wide. Julian's lips parted.

The man pushed inside her ass in one slow, deliberate thrust, and Sarah's mouth fell open, a silent cry caught in her throat. He fucked her with the same silent efficiency as the first—no words, no warning, no connection. Just his cock in her ass, his hips moving, his breath steady. Nadia was positively horny now, watching a woman get two cocks in each hole, one after the other, had the desired effect, Julian's cock tip was glistening with pre-cum.

He came inside her too. She felt it, a second flood, hot and deep. He pulled out, and she felt the double emptiness, the double leak, his come joining the first, both streams mingling on her inner thigh, dripping onto the hardwood floor. He walked away without a word. Sarah stood there, her wine still in her hand, her body full, her thighs wet, her face a mask of shock and pleasure. She looked at Nadia, then at Julian, and she laughed again, this time with genuine delight.

"Well, that was different" she said.

Nadia reached out, her fingers brushing Sarah's pussy, gathering a drop of come on her fingertip. She brought it to her lips, tasting it, her eyes never leaving Sarah's.

"Very nice" she said. "The question is—what are you going to do about it?"

Sarah set down her wine glass, empty at last. She looked at the two trails of come on her thigh, at the evidence of two strangers' claim on her body, and she smiled.

She turned to Julian, "What would you like to do". Looking around a few couples were getting it on, lots of moaning and spunk flying around, Julian flipped Sarah around and stuck his fat cock up her ass, Nadia watched, Sarah reached out and stuck fingers up her wet snatch and finger fucked her, Julian gripped Sarah's hips and it didn't take long before he emptied those fat balls up her tight ass, hot thick spurts erupted inside Sarah's rectum, Sarah was in heaven, 3 cocks and the day is early. Julian didn't pull out, but stayed up her ass, while she was finger fucking his wife and it wasn't long before she was brought over the edge, they kissed , groping each others tits. Julian's cock now beginning to go limp, popped out of Sarah's well used hole. Grabbed another drink and they continued chatting.

The air was cool against her skin as Sarah stepped out onto the terrace, the stone tiles still warm from the day's sun. The pool stretched before her, a rectangle of turquoise water lit from beneath, steam rising from its surface in the cool evening air. To her left, the sauna glowed through frosted glass, and to her right, the hot tub bubbled and churned, figures moving within its depths. Still damp between her thighs from the lounge, the come of two strangers drying in a crust on her skin. She entered the shower area and cleansed her skin, ready for the pool area..

The heat hit her like a wall, thick and wet, steam filling her lungs. The sauna was small, wooden, with bench seats lining three walls. Two men sat inside, both naked, both glistening with sweat. One was young, dark-haired, with a lean runner's build. The other was older, bearded, his body thick and solid. They looked up when she entered, and neither of them smiled. They simply watched her, their eyes traveling over her body, taking in the evidence of what had already happened to her tonight. Sarah closed the door behind her and sat on the bench across from them, her legs apart, her hands on her knees. The heat settled around her like a blanket, sweat beading on her skin immediately.

"First time here?" the younger one asked.

"Yes, it is," she said.

The older one leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. "We saw you in the lounge. Through the window."

Sarah felt a thrill run through her. "Did you now?"

"We saw what happened." His voice was low, rough. "It was quite horny to watch"

The younger one shifted, his cock beginning to harden. Sarah's breath caught. She looked between them, at their cocks rising, at the hunger in their eyes and just smiled. They moved at the same time. The younger one took her hand and pulled her to her knees on the wooden bench, positioning her on all fours, kneeling on a towel, so not to hurt her knees, her ass in the air, her face pressed to the warm wood. The older one knelt behind her, his hands gripping her hips, his cock pressing against her pussy. He entered her in one smooth thrust, and Sarah gasped, the heat of the sauna amplifying every sensation. He fucked her with deep, grinding strokes, his balls slapping against her clit, his hands holding her steady. The younger one knelt before her, his cock at her lips, and she opened her mouth, taking him deep.

The rhythm was brutal and perfect, the older one fucking her pussy from behind while she sucked the younger one's cock, her body caught between them, used by both. The steam wrapped around them, sweat dripping from their bodies, the wooden bench creaking beneath their weight. The older one came first, his hips stuttering, his groan muffled against her back. She felt his spunk flood her pussy, hot and thick, filling her deep. He pulled out, and she felt it leak from her immediately, dripping down her thighs, mixing with the sweat that coated her skin. The younger one flipped her onto her back, her legs spread, her pussy still dripping the older man's come. He positioned himself between her thighs , rubbed his cock in the cum leaking out of her pussy as lube and then pushed into her ass, the tight heat of it making her cry out. He fucked her slow at first, letting her adjust, then faster, harder, his eyes locked on hers.

With each stroke he went balls deep, groaning as Sarah's ass took his full length, his hands cupping each tit, some times, stopping to enjoy the feel of Sarah's tight hole. After a good twenty minutes of ass fucking, he came inside her ass with a shuddering groan, his spunk filling her second hole. He pulled out, and she felt the double emptiness, both holes gaping, both leaking. But they weren't done. The older one knelt by her head, his cock still hard. He slid into her mouth, and she sucked him clean, tasting herself on him. The younger one moved to her pussy, pushing into her again. They used her for another thirty minutes, trading positions, filling her again and again. The older one came in her mouth, and she swallowed. The younger one came on her face and tits, painting her face and chest white.

And through it all, a woman watched. She had entered silently, a shadow in the steam. She stood by the door, her back against the wall, her hand between her legs. She was in her forties, with red hair piled on her head. Her fingers moved slowly inside her cunt, her eyes fixed on Sarah, watching every thrust, every gasp, every drop of come that leaked from Sarah's holes. Sarah met her eyes over the younger man's shoulder as he fucked her, and the woman smiled, her fingers quickening. She came silently, her body shuddering, her hand still buried between her thighs. When the men finally finished, they rose without a word, stepping past the woman, disappearing into the night. The woman closed the door behind them, sealing the heat in.

She crossed the small space and knelt before Sarah, her fingers tracing the come that coated Sarah's thighs.

"Fuck, that me me so horny to watch" she said, her voice low. Sarah could barely speak, her body limp, her holes gaping. "Felt good too"

The woman leaned down and licked a trail of come from Sarah's tit, her tongue warm and slow. Lapping the thick ropes of spunk from each tit. She moved to Sarah's pussy, her mouth pressing against the swollen lips, her tongue sliding inside, lapping at the mingled seed of both men. Sarah moaned, her hips lifting, her fingers tangling in the woman's red hair. The woman ate her thoroughly, cleaning her, tasting her, bringing her to one last orgasm in the heat of the sauna.

When she finally surfaced, her chin glistening, she kissed Sarah softly , got up, smiled and left. Sarah stayed in the sauna for a while, she did enjoy a good sauna and made the most of the facilities, once she'd had enough she walked naked along the edge of the pool, her body still humming, her thighs slick with sweat and come. The water was warm, steam rising from its surface, and she slipped in, letting it envelop her, washing the evidence of the sauna from her skin. She floated for a while, letting the water support her, her eyes closed. It was quiet, the only sound the gentle lapping of water against the tiles.

A woman's voice broke the silence.

"Mind if I join you?"

Sarah opened her eyes. A woman stood at the edge of the pool, silhouetted against the lights. She was tall, with dark skin and short-cropped hair. She looked down at Sarah with a warm smile.

"Please," Sarah said.

The woman slid into the water, her body sleek and graceful. She moved to sit beside Sarah on the shallow step, the water at their chests, their shoulders almost touching.

"I'm Jenny" she said.

"Sarah."

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the water lapping around them. Jenny's hand drifted to Sarah's thigh under the water, her fingers light, questioning.

"I saw you in the sauna with the 2 guys and the woman" Jenny said. "Through the window. Looked like you had a great time"

Sarah felt a flush spread through her. "Oh it definitely was and you were watching were you?"

"I was." Jenny's hand moved higher, her fingers brushing Sarah's hip. "I wanted to be the one cleaning you up afterward. But someone beat me to it."

Sarah laughed softly. "She was lovely."

"I'm sure she was." Jenny turned to face her, her hand sliding between Sarah's legs, her fingers finding her clit. "How are you enjoying the festivities so far"

Sarah's breath caught. "Amazing, I'm having so much fun", a wicked grin on her face.

Jenny slid off the step and got between Sarah's thighs, she spread them wide, and then Jenny moved down to Sarah's pussy , her mouth, warm and eager, pressing against her cunt. Jenny's tongue slid through her folds, lapping at the remnants of the sauna, cleaning her thoroughly before moving to her clit. Sarah gasped, her head falling back, her hands gripping the edge of the pool. Jenny's tongue worked her with practiced skill, circling her clit, dipping inside her, then returning to that sensitive nub. Her fingers slid into Sarah's pussy, curling, finding that spot that made her see stars. Sarah came with a cry, her body shuddering, her hips grinding against Jenny's face. Jenny held her through it, her tongue gentle, her fingers steady.

When Sarah's breathing slowed, Jenny smiled, her lips wet, her eyes bright.

"My turn," Sarah said.

She guided Jenny to the edge of the pool, helping her sit on the warm stone, her legs dangling in the water. Sarah positioned herself between them, her mouth at Jenny's cunt, and she dove in. Jenny was already wet, her folds slick and swollen. Sarah licked her slowly at first, exploring her, learning her. She found her clit and circled it with her tongue, feeling Jenny's hips buck, hearing her gasp. She slid two fingers inside her, curling them, fucking her while her tongue worked. Jenny came quickly, her body arching, her fingers fisting in Sarah's wet hair. Sarah held her through it, licking her gently, bringing her down.

They kissed for a while afterwards, tasting each other on each other's lips, the water lapping around them.

"Thank you, now I'm going to mingle and get some cock and spunk" Jenny whispered.

Sarah smiled. "Thank you too, go for it girl, maybe I'll see you later.", Jenny smiled, got out of the pool, grabbed a towel to dry herself off and her hair, blew Sarah a kiss and left the pool area. She found the hot tub last, its surface churning, steam rising into the cool night air. A group was already there, two men and two women, their bodies visible through the bubbling water. Sarah stepped down into the heat, the water enveloping her, the jets pressing against her lower back. The two men shifted apart, making room for her between them. She settled onto the bench, the water at her shoulders, a man on each side.

The two women were facing them, their bodies intertwined, their mouths meeting in slow, languorous kisses. One was blonde, the other a redhead, and their hands moved beneath the surface, exploring each other. Sarah felt a hand on her thigh, one of the men, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin. The other man's arm slid around her shoulders, pulling her closer. She felt their cocks, hard and thick, pressing against her hips.

Sarah eyes fixed on the two women. The blonde had the redhead pressed against the edge of the hot tub, her mouth on her neck, her hand between her legs. The redhead's head was thrown back, her eyes closed, her moans lost in the churn of the water. Sarah's hands moved without thinking. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around the cocks on either side of her. They were both thick, both hard, both slick with the water. She began to stroke them slowly, her hands moving in unison, her eyes still fixed on the women. The men groaned softly, their hips pressing into her hands. She varied her pace, slow and teasing, then faster, then slow again. She felt them swell, felt their breath quicken, but she did not let them come. Not yet.

The women shifted, the blonde lowering herself between the redhead's legs, her head disappearing beneath the water. The redhead's body arched, her cry sharp and clear, her hands gripping the edge of the tub. Sarah stroked the men faster, matching the rhythm of the blonde's tongue. The redhead came with a shuddering cry, and Sarah stopped, not allowing the men to come. Once the women had stopped playing and had made each other cum, Sarah had edged the guys multiple times now and their balls were probably aching to get that release. The women had watched Sarah tease their partners and knelt before each of them, one man stood in front of the redhead, her mouth ready and open, Sarah stroked him fast and within minutes, thick streams of spunk squirted into the red heads eager mouth, the man groaning, his legs tensing with each squirt. A couple of globules of spunk landed on the red heads nose and chin, she took hold of the cock and sucked it, moaning. Then Sarah took hold of the second man and did the same, thick jets of spunk flew into her open mouth after a few strokes, all of it went in her mouth and she began to suck on her partners cock. Once the 2 women had finished they both kissed Sarah, groping her tits.

"Thanks for taking care of these two, dirty fuckers", the blonde said with a grin on her face, laughing , "Anytime", with that Sarah left and headed to the dining room as she was famished.

Sarah found her way to the dining room around 7pm, her body still humming, her skin still flushed from the hot tub. The room was half-full, guests scattered at small tables, plates of food and glasses of wine before them. The atmosphere was relaxed, the clink of silverware and low murmur of conversation a gentle counterpoint to the intensity of the evening. She filled a plate with a selection of cooked meat and all the trimmings, and found a small table near the window. She ate slowly, savoring each bite, her body replenishing itself. She could feel the ghosts of the evening still present—the ache in her ass, the tenderness of her cunt, the lingering taste of Jenny on her lips.

When she finished, she made her way to the bar. The bar was a long, polished mahogany counter, dimly lit, with a row of stools along its length. A few guests sat scattered along it, nursing drinks, their conversations low and intimate. Sarah took a stool at the end, near the corner, where she could see the room.

The bartender—a lean naked woman with a shaved head and a silver ring through her nose approached with a smile.

"What can I get you?"

"Something strong," Sarah said. "Surprise me."

The bartender nodded and set to work, mixing something with gin and elderflower and a splash of lime. She set it before Sarah with a twist of lemon.

"Enjoy."

Sarah took a sip, the tartness sharp on her tongue, and let out a slow breath. She felt good. Used. Satisfied. But not done. A woman slid onto the stool beside her, her movement easy, unhurried. She was in her late thirties, with short blonde hair and sharp green eyes, her body wrapped in a silk robe that gaped at her chest, revealing the curve of her breasts.

"Mind if I sit here?"

"Please," Sarah said.

The woman ordered a whiskey, neat, and turned to face Sarah, her elbow on the bar. "I've seen you tonight. You've been busy."

Sarah smiled, lifting her glass. "You could say that."

"I'm Claire."

"Sarah."

They clinked glasses, and Claire took a sip, her eyes traveling over Sarah's face. "I had a good night too. five men, two women, and a strap-on I'm still sore from."

Sarah laughed, a genuine, surprised sound. "That sounds like a full evening."

"It was." Claire's smile widened. "But I'm not done yet. I'm still wanting some more cock"

Sarah felt a thrill run through her. "There's plenty in here, I bet it won't take long before we both get some, as there is already some action going on", a woman was straddling a guy on one of the corner tables not far from the bar in full view of everyone.

Claire leaned closer, her voice dropping. "Yea, plenty of nice cocks to drain in here"

Claire caught the eye of a man across the room, tall, dark-haired, with a knowing smile. She crooked her finger, and he approached. He leaned down, and she whispered in his ear. He nodded, then turned and gestured to three other men scattered through the room. They converged on the bar like wolves. The first man stepped behind Sarah, his hands on her shoulders, his cock already hard, pressing against her lower back. He didn't ask. He simply pulled her forward on the stool, her ass at the edge and pressed his cock against her pussy. He entered her in one smooth thrust, and Sarah gasped, her hands gripping the edge of the bar. Her drink sloshed, and the bartender watched with a calm, knowing smile, polishing a glass.

The man fucked her standing, his hips slapping against her ass, his hands gripping her hips. She was bent forward over the bar, her tits pressed to the mahogany, her face inches from her drink. Beside her, Claire was receiving the same treatment. A man had positioned himself behind her stool, his cock sliding into her pussy while she gripped the bar. She moaned, her head thrown back, her eyes meeting Sarah's. They fucked them in unison, their strokes synchronized, the bar stools creaking beneath them. The other two men stood waiting for their before them, their cocks hard. The man fucking Sarah's pussy came first, his hips stuttering, his groan loud in the quiet bar. She felt his come flood her, hot and thick, and he pulled out, his seed leaking from her immediately, dripping onto the stool, onto the floor.

Another man took his place immediately, this one sliding into her ass. He was thicker, her body stretching to accommodate him. He fucked her ass with deep, deliberate strokes, his hands gripping her hips, his breath ragged. Claire was still being fucked by the first guy, hard deep thrusts, she was loving it, and it wasn't long before he groaned and emptied his balls in her. The bartender smiled, she'd seen this type of thing all the time. The man composed himself, groped her tits and pulled out, spunk dripping down the stool and puddling on the floor. Then a second man entered her, she got it up the ass too.

The bar had become a stage. Guests had gathered, watching from the doorway, from the tables, their drinks in hand, their eyes fixed on the two women being used on the stools. Some had their hands between their own legs. Others watched with cold, analytical interest. Sarah's ass was filled again, another man taking his turn, his come adding to the pool that was already leaking from her. Her pussy was filled again, another creampie, another flood of warmth. She lost count—three men, four, five. Each one used her, filled her, left his mark.

And then Paul found her.

She recognized him immediately—the tall, broad man , the one with the cock that had stretched her holes the night before. He entered the bar, his eyes finding her immediately, a slow smile spreading across his face. He crossed the room, waited patiently for the man who was fucking Sarah's ass to have his way with her, he didn't have to wait long, the guy groaned and vacuumed his balls into her wet sloppy asshole, her hole was a white frothy mess, a few comments were being said at the site, all good comments I might add.

"Hello gorgeous, remember me?" he murmured.

Sarah could barely speak, her voice hoarse from sucking. "mmm. Yes." and exchanged a deep kiss.

He pushed inside her well gaped ass in one slow, deliberate thrust, and this time he entered with ease. He fucked her with deep, grinding strokes, his hands gripping her hips then both her tits, his breath hot on her neck. He fucked her for ten minutes, her body limp, her holes leaking, her mind a blur of pleasure. He came inside her ass with a groan, his spunk flooding her, adding to the pool that was already leaking from her.

They had a long tender kiss, his hands still cupping her tits, his cock balls deep in her ass. As he pulled out, she felt the rush of come, hot and thick, sliding down her ass crack, over her pussy, pooling on the stool beneath her. He moved to the side, his cock limp, and just watched the show. Claire was beside her, her body in a similar state, her thighs slick, her face streaked, her holes gaping and full. She had taken four cocks as well, her pussy and ass both filled multiple times. The men stood around them, satisfied, their cocks softening, their work done. The bartender slid two fresh drinks across the counter, untouched by the chaos. Sarah and Claire sat on their stools, their bodies spent, their holes a white, sloppy mess. Sarah's pussy was still leaking, a steady stream of come dripping onto the leather of her stool, pooling beneath her. Claire's ass was gaping, the evidence of her use visible.

Claire reached out, her hand finding Sarah's across the bar. Their fingers intertwined.

"That was incredible," Claire whispered.

Sarah smiled, her eyes half-closed, her body humming.

"It certainly was, a good finish for the evening."

They sat there for a long time, the bar quiet around them, the guests drifting away one by one, leaving them in the warm, sticky aftermath. The bartender refilled their glasses without a word, a knowing smile on her lips. Paul , Sarah and Claire chatted and had some more drinks. When Sarah finally rose, her legs unsteady, her body aching, she looked down at Claire, who was still sitting, a smile on her lips.

"Right, time to hit the shower and the sack, Paul, a pleasure, Claire, see you in the morning", they hugged each other and left Paul and Claire chatting, thinking 'I bet he'll shag her next' and headed to her room, took a long warm shower, cleaning her well used ass, got dry and texted her hubby David, put her phone on the table and drifted into a deep satisfied sleep.