Carrie's Ceremony

The ceremony was held in the resort's private pavilion, a circular structure open on all sides to the warm night air, its roof strung with a thousand tiny lanterns that cast everything in a soft, golden glow. Gauzy white curtains hung between the pillars, drifting in the sea breeze. In the middle of the floor was a large stool , soft and cushioned, enough to fit about two people, around the outside were large wide chairs so everyone could watch the ceremony.

Carrie stood at the center of it, naked except for the blindfold.

It was silk, black, tied snugly behind her head and wide enough that not a sliver of light made it through. She couldn't see the lanterns, couldn't see the curtains, couldn't see anyone who had gathered. She could only hear them, the low murmur of voices, the occasional soft laugh.

Her heart hammered against her ribs. Her skin prickled with anticipation.

"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your fun for the evening, simple rules are, gentlemen, if any of the ladies join in she is not for you to use, the free use whore is the only thing here for your pleasure" came a voice—she didn't know whose, but it was low and warm. "For the next two hours, you are here to give pleasure from anyone"

Carrie nodded, her throat tight.

"Ok, now lie here”, the voice commanded and guided Carrie to the stool and helped her to lie down.

“Ok, ladies and gentlemen, do as you will”, Carrie heard people approaching and then a hand touched her shoulder, gentle, guiding. Then a cock pressed against her lips. She opened her mouth and took it. She didn't know whose it was. It was thick and hot and tasted faintly of salt, and she sucked it eagerly, her tongue working the underside. Above her, the man groaned, and she heard the rustle of other men moving closer. Another cock pressed against her cheek. She turned her head and took that one too, her hand coming up to stroke the first while she worked the second.

"Good girl," someone murmured. "That's it."

Hands found her breasts, cupping and squeezing, thumbs dragging over her nipples until they were hard and aching. She didn't know whose hands those were either. She didn't care. The first man to come pushed into her mouth and shot his load down her throat. She swallowed it all, her throat working around him, and when he pulled out she gasped for breath and immediately took the next cock that was offered. They used her mouth for a long time. One after another, sometimes two at once, until her jaw was sore and her chin was slick with saliva and cum. Some of them didn't want her mouth—they stood over her and stroked themselves while she sucked someone else, and she felt the hot splatter of their release across her tits and her cheeks and her hair.

Someone spread her legs wide. She felt the blunt pressure of a cock against her pussy, and then it was sliding inside her, filling her, and she moaned and arched up to meet it. The man fucked her with slow, deep strokes, and Carrie heard herself making sounds she didn't recognize—high, needy sounds that seemed to come from somewhere outside her body. Another man knelt beside her head and fed her his cock, and she took it, sucking in rhythm with the thrusts between her legs.

The man drove deep and came with a grunt, and Carrie felt the hot flood of his release inside her pussy. He pulled out, and another man immediately took his place, pushing into her still-wet pussy and fucking her hard. They rotated through her without pause. One after another, sometimes two at once—one in her pussy, one in her mouth, and hands everywhere, on her breasts, her stomach, her thighs. She lost count of how many came inside her. She lost count of how many painted her tits and face with their release. She lost count of everything except the relentless, overwhelming pleasure of being used.

Her tits and face were covered in spunk, then a soft voice spoke, “Let me clean her up”, a women, then a tongue started to lick the cum of her tits, a tongue swirling around her nipples, licking every drop of nut juice of her tits, then her face, once the woman had cleaned the last drop, she kissed Carrie, letting her taste the spunk from her body.

The woman stepped back and then someone flipped her onto her stomach. She felt hands on her hips, lifting her, positioning her on her hands and knees. A cock pressed against her ass. Carrie breathed. She felt the head of his cock push past the tight ring of muscle, and she gasped at the stretch—but she was slick with cum and arousal, and he slid in slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully seated. He fucked her ass with deep, steady strokes, and Carrie dropped her head and moaned into the cushions. Another man moved in front of her, and she took his cock in her mouth, and the two of them fucked her in tandem—one in her ass, one in her throat—until she was nothing but a vessel for their pleasure.

The man in her ass came first, flooding her with a big load of spunk. He pulled out, and another took his place immediately, and then another, until Carrie had lost all sense of how many men had filled her. Her ass was slick with their combined release, and she could feel it trickling down the inside of her thighs.

They kept going.

They turned her onto her side and fucked her that way. They lifted her onto her knees and took her from behind. They laid her on her back again and fucked her pussy while she stroked two other cocks in her hands. A man straddled her chest and fucked her tits until he came across her chin. Another pressed his cock against her lips and came in her mouth while she was still full of someone else.

By the end, Carrie was barely coherent. Her body was trembling, her skin slick with sweat and cum, her holes filled and dripping. She lay on the cushions, blindfold still firmly in place, and listened to the sound of the men around her catching their breath.

"OK, ladies and gentlemen, your two hours is now over" the voice said. "She took everything you gave you."

Carrie managed a weak, satisfied smile. "Thank you, everyone”

The blindfold was taken of Carrie and she let her eyes adjust, Elena was stood there, “Well done you, everyone enjoyed themselves and you did too by the look of it, here come with me and we’ll get you cleaned up”

Elena led Carrie to a small private shower room next to the temple, handed her a towel and there were plenty of gels to wash everything away. Carrie let the warm water wash over her, the things she’d just done going through her mind, she let out a small smile, she loved being used like that.

After she had finished, Elena was waiting for her and gave her a towel robe to wear and another bracelet, this one was different from any she had seen, it was gold with a small medallion on it, inscribed on it were the words.

“Vita et Voluptas”, which translates to ‘Life and Pleasure’

“This bracelet is a sign while you’re here, that you are special and will get our VIP treatment for the remainder of the stay”, Elena explained.

Carrie thanked Elena and went back to her Cabana, totally satisfied, she’d had a lot of fun today, spending the day with Arthur, who popped into her mind, she liked him, he was a fantastic fuck and hopefully not a one off encounter.