Station 5

Sarah’s hands were still trembling as she set the empty water bottle down. The bitter taste of the room service cock still lingered on her tongue, mingling with the cool water. Her arse throbbed around the thick dildo that was still buried deep inside her, and her pussy dripped incessantly onto the chair. She felt used, cheap, humiliated – and yet so horny she could barely keep still.

Timo and Marc undid the leather straps. Marc pulled the dildo out of her arse with a slow, smacking sound. They helped her to her feet. Her knees were weak, her red high heels clattering uncertainly on the floor. The room smelled of oil, sweat and sex.

“Next stop,” said Timo calmly, leading her to the large, soft mat in the middle of the room. “Show us you’re not selfish, Sarah. Use your body to pleasure us. Lots of oil. Your tits. Your mouth. Every single inch of our bodies. Really make an effort.”

Sarah swallowed hard. Her face burned with shame. “Yes… okay… I… I’ll try,” she whispered in a broken voice.

Marc pressed a large bottle of warm, fragrant massage oil into her hand. “Then get started.”

She poured the oil generously over her breasts until her full, heavy tits were shiny and slippery. It ran in thick streams over her hard, rough nipples and dripped onto the floor. Then she knelt in front of the two men, who had sat down side by side on the mat, their legs spread, their cocks already half-hard and heavy between their thighs.

Sarah started at the feet.

She took Timo’s right foot in both hands, poured even more oil over it and pressed her oily tits firmly around it. Slowly, with circular movements, she massaged his foot with her breasts – the soft, slippery skin of her tits glided over his toes, the top of his foot, his heel. At the same time, she leaned forward and licked every inch with her tongue: between his toes, over the ball of his foot, along his heel. The salty taste of his skin mingled with the sweetish oil. She sucked on each toe, letting her tongue circle, whilst her tits continued to massage him.

“Just like that… good girl,” Timo murmured.

She moved over to Marc. Same routine. Her breasts pressed tightly against his foot, sliding up and down, whilst she pampered every millimetre of his skin with her mouth. She was really putting in the effort – licking more slowly, sucking harder, more intensely, as if she wanted to prove she could give it her all.

Then the legs.

She crawled higher, pouring fresh oil over her breasts and over the men’s muscular thighs. She rubbed herself against them with her whole upper body – her slippery tits glided up and down Timo’s thighs, whilst at the same time she licked, kissed and sucked the insides with her mouth. The skin was warm, slightly salty from the evening’s sweat. She worked her way up inch by inch until her tits finally touched his heavy balls.

Sarah didn’t hesitate for a second. She took Marc’s balls into her mouth, sucking them gently in, whilst her oily tits massaged Timo’s cock from below. The thick shaft lay heavy between her breasts. She pressed them tightly together and began to fuck him with her tits – slowly, deeply, slickly. At the same time, she licked Marc’s balls, the crease below, all the way up to his perineum.

“Fuck, she’s really putting in the effort,” she heard Marc say quietly.

She kept switching between the men, without a break. Her mouth was everywhere: licking over hard abs, sucking on nipples, kissing chests, shoulders, arms, even armpits – everywhere where oil and sweat mingled. Her tits rubbed incessantly against every inch of their bodies: against the cocks, the balls, the hips, the chests. The oil made everything slippery and loud – smacking, wet sounds filled the room.

She gave the cocks particular attention. She took Timo’s thick shaft between her oily tits, squeezed them tightly together and moved her upper body up and down. The glans protruded between her breasts every time – she licked it immediately, sucked off the drops of pre-cum, circled the glans with her tongue, whilst her tits continued to massage him. Then she switched to Marc, took his even thicker cock deep into her mouth, sucked it right to the hilt, gagged slightly, let saliva and oil run down her chin and rubbed his balls with her tits at the same time.

She was really putting her all into it. Sweat mingled with the oil on her skin. Her own nipples were so hard it almost hurt. Her pussy dripped continuously onto the mat as she rubbed herself against the two men, licking, sucking, massaging. Every inch of their bodies was pampered by her tits and her mouth – slowly, thoroughly, devotedly.

“Please… tell me if I’m doing something wrong,” she whispered now and then in a hoarse voice, her eyes wide and submissive. “I want to do it right… I want to spoil you…”

Timo and Marc moaned softly, their cocks twitching between her breasts and in her mouth. Sarah carried on, without a break, without a thought for her own unfulfilled lust. Her tits glistened, her lips were swollen, her face and body completely smeared with oil and her own saliva.

She was now nothing more than a willing, oil-glistening tool – and she was giving it her all.

Timo stroked my cheek tenderly and looked deep into my eyes. “Next step, princess. You’ve just spoiled us so beautifully with your tits and your mouth… now show us that you really aren’t selfish. Lick our arses. Properly. With everything you’ve got. Stick your tongue right in. Show us how much you want to serve us.” My face flushed with burning shame. I just nodded, my voice almost failing me. “Yes… I… I’ll do it…”, I whispered hoarsely.

They lay down side by side on their backs on the large mat, their legs drawn up and spread wide. Their cocks lay heavy and hard on their stomachs. Marc grinned at me and pulled his arse cheeks apart with both hands. The small, slightly hairy hole was right in front of my face – pink, warm, a little damp from the evening’s sweat.

I crawled between them on all fours; the oil on my skin made every sound smacking. At first, only tentatively. My tongue touched Marc’s arsehole very lightly, circling hesitantly around it. The taste was earthy, salty, intimate – a bit like sweat and a man. I grew bolder. I pressed my flat tongue firmly against it and licked in long, slow strokes from bottom to top. Marc groaned softly.

“Deeper, baby,” he murmured.

I pressed my tongue against the tight muscle, feeling it slowly open up for me. Then I pushed my tongue right inside – wet, warm, soft. I fucked his arsehole with my tongue, slowly in and out, circling, sucking lightly on the edges. The taste grew more intense, more animalistic. My own moans vibrated against his skin. I felt my saliva running over his hole and dripping onto the mat.

Timo was waiting beside me. I switched without hesitation. My face almost disappeared between his firm buttocks. His rosebud was smoother, tighter. I licked it just as devotedly – long, flat strokes of my tongue, then deep inside again, my tongue as far as it would go. I tasted him, smelled him, felt his hole tighten around my tongue and relax again. My own thighs were wet down to my knees. The dildo in my arse moved with every movement of my head, pressing against my inner walls.

“Fuck… the little one really does lick like a proper little arse whore,” I heard Timo groan.

I carried on, alternating between them, until both men were growling softly with pleasure. My tongue was tired, my face glistening with my own saliva, but I didn’t stop until Timo finally pulled me up gently by the hair.

“Prepared enough,” he whispered. “Now let’s get what we really want.”

They laid me on my back on the soft mat. Timo lay beneath me, his thick cock pointing straight up. He pulled me onto him, spread my legs wide and let me sink slowly onto his cock – straight into my dripping pussy. I moaned loudly. He was so thick, so hot. Inch by inch he filled me up until I was sitting fully on him. My cunt clamped greedily around him, pulsing around him.

Marc knelt behind me. I felt the slick tip of his even thicker cock against my already stretched arsehole. Slowly, agonisingly slowly, he pushed himself in.

“Oh… God…,” I gasped. The pressure was immense. Two cocks inside me at the same time. My arsehole stretched even further, burning slightly, but in the best way. Marc pushed deeper until both men were completely inside me – Timo’s cock deep in my pussy, Marc’s cock right up to the hilt in my arse. I was so full. So unbelievably full. The thin wall between them let me feel every millimetre of both of them.

They began to fuck very slowly. Not hard. Not fast. Just deep, rolling, lustful movements. In… out… in… out. In perfect rhythm. Every thrust pushed the other cock even deeper into me. My breasts bounced heavily, my nipples rubbing against Timo’s chest. Their hands were everywhere – stroking my tits, kneading my hips, gently tugging at my hair.

I could feel the orgasm building differently this time. Not the short, broken waves from earlier. This time it came deep from my loins, slowly, unstoppably, like a huge wave. My pussy clenched spasmodically around Timo’s cock, my arsehole pulsed around Marc.

“I… I… oh fuck…,” I whimpered, my voice high and trembling.

They didn’t speed up one bit. Just deeper. More intense. Marc kissed my neck, Timo sucked on my nipples. And then it washed over me.

The orgasm was brutal. Intense. The first proper one of the whole night. I screamed out loud, my whole body arched up, my pussy literally squirted around Timo’s cock, my arse muscles milked Marc in long, violent contractions. Wave after wave rolled through me, my legs twitched uncontrollably, tears ran down my face, my mouth hung open in a silent scream of pure, overwhelming lust.

I came for so long and so intensely that I saw stars. My whole body twitched and trembled between the two men, who continued to fuck me slowly and lovingly, savouring every single spasm of my orgasm.

Sarah lay trembling on Timo’s chest, both cocks still deep inside me – Timo’s thick, hot shaft buried to the hilt in my dripping pussy, Marc’s even thicker one in my arse. My first real orgasm was just ebbing away, my pussy contracting around him in long, languid waves, my arsehole pulsing around Marc like a hungry mouth. I felt so full, so completely filled, that I could barely breathe.

But they didn’t stop.

They stayed deep inside me, moving only very slowly, almost sluggishly, as if they wanted to savour every millimetre. Timo rolled his hips upwards beneath me, pushing his cock just a tiny bit deeper into my pussy, whilst Marc pushed forward just as slowly from behind. The thin wall between my two holes made me feel everything – how the two hard, throbbing shafts rubbed against each other, how they almost touched through me. Every vein, every little bump on Timo’s cock pressed against Marc’s, and vice versa. It was as if they were pulling me apart from the inside and squeezing me together at the same time.

“Oh… fuck…,” I moaned softly, my voice completely hoarse. “I can feel you both… so clearly… you’re so… so deep…”

Marc kissed my neck, biting it very gently, and whispered: “Can you feel how we’re stretching you, princess? How your arsehole is milking my cock and your cunt is sucking Timo at the same time?”

I just nodded, my eyes half-closed. Every slow movement made me moan. When Timo withdrew, Marc pushed deeper into my arse – and vice versa. A perfect, agonisingly slow rhythm. The friction was incredible. My inner walls were so sensitive, so wet, that every slide made a smacking, wet sound. My clit rubbed against Timo’s pubic bone with every movement, swollen and overstimulated. The pressure in my lower abdomen was so intense, so full, that I felt as though I was about to burst again.

And then… it happened.

My gaze fell upwards – straight into one of the cameras hanging from the ceiling. The little red light was shining brightly. For the first time all night, I really saw it consciously. Not just as decoration. But as something that was recording everything. Everything.

Oh God.

Just think of everything they’d already seen.

. The tickling that had made me howl with laughter and despair. The slap on my arse. How I’d sucked the room service bloke’s stinking cock as a tip and got his cum in my face. How I’d licked the two men’s arses, my tongue deep in their holes. And now… now I was lying here, double-fucked, legs spread, my tits bouncing, whilst two thick cocks were thrusting into me simultaneously from below and from behind. They’d seen everything. Every humiliation. Every tear. Every dripping cunt. Every twitch. The shame hit me like a bolt of lightning. Hot, burning, humiliating – and at the same time so arousing that my whole body tensed up instantly.

“Oh God…,” I gasped loudly, my eyes still fixed directly on the camera. “They’ve… they’ve seen everything… everything…”

And then I came.

Instantly. Even more intensely than the first time.

My next orgasm exploded without warning. My pussy clamped down so brutally around Timo’s cock that he groaned loudly. My arsehole clenched around Marc in wild, rhythmic spasms, milking him, sucking him deeper inside. I screamed – a high-pitched, long, **** cry of pleasure – as my body arched, my legs twitched uncontrollably, my tits bouncing wildly. A hot gush of my wetness spurted out, running over Timo’s stomach and my thighs. The wave was longer, deeper, almost painfully intense. I saw stars, my gaze fixed on the camera as if I wanted to watch myself completely shatter.

“Yeees… fuck… I’m coming… again…”, I sobbed, my voice high-pitched and broken.

Timo and Marc held me tight, continuing to thrust slowly and deeply into me, prolonging my orgasm, riding out every single contraction. My body trembled, shook, and twitched between them as if it would never stop.

I came for so long that I could barely breathe.