Join them

Usually after a day like the one you’ve just had you would be exhausted enough to sleep for a week, but in this moment you feel both horny and energized, and ready to get fucked.

Stepping onto the patio you can feel the humid and warm summer air that makes you feel like you’re wrapped in a soft blanket while simultaneously exposed to the world like you currently are.

“Drinks?” You say to nobody in particular.

A few of them turn towards you, eying you up and down.

“Don’t mind if we do” one says, as they take the martini glasses from your tray.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“I think there is.” Another says, and pulls you towards the fuck box. You’re pushed to your knees in front of the anonymous girls pussy, still dripping with cum.

“Clean her up for us!” He says.

You get the message and start eating her out. Some of the cum drips onto your breasts or puddles on the tray, but you lap up as much of the boys sperm as you can. The girl apparently enjoyed the reprieve, and came twice as you licked her thoroughly. Having firsthand experience within the box, you knew this would probably be the only break she got tonight.

A hand grabs onto your scalp and pulls you up to your feet, letting one of the waiting boys start fucking her again.

“Thanks luv.” Says a girl in a black dress which was hiked up enough to show an impressive strapon dildo attached to her.

You end up getting passed around the circle, keeping the boys hard as they rail the girl in the fuckbox over and over. Time begins to blur as your entire world becomes a haze of breasts, cocks, and pussies. You don’t care who it is you’re fucking anymore, what they look like, or even if they make you cum. All that matters is serving them and being their toy.

It’s almost midnight by the time the group of teenagers is worn out enough to leave you alone. Remembering Mrs. Leathson’s note all of a sudden, you pull it out of your collar and unfold it. It reads

“After your duties for the evening are concluded, meet us in Guest Room 3.”