The final for the two of them

When I came round, at first I just felt… heavy. Dazed. My head was throbbing slightly, my body was drenched in sweat and still trembling.

I tried to move – and couldn’t.

I was strapped into a piece of sex furniture.

My upper body lay flat on a padded bench, my head was fixed in a soft but unyielding headrest so that my mouth jutted outwards, open and accessible. My arms were strapped tightly to my sides. My breasts hung freely down through two large cut-outs, heavy and full, my nipples hard and sensitive in the cool air. My legs were spread wide and fixed upwards and backwards, so that my cunt lay completely open and unprotected – plump, swollen, still dripping.

And in my arse… was a thick plug.

I felt it immediately. Large, heavy, cold metal with a wide base, stretching me deep and constantly. With every little movement, it pressed against my inner walls and made me whimper softly. My arsehole pulsed around it, still full of Timo’s cum, which was trying to seep out slowly, but the plug kept it all inside.

I blinked dazedly. My mouth was slightly open, my lips swollen from all the fucking. I could still taste the caretaker’s cum. My tits hung heavy and free, my nipples almost touching the underside of the bench. My cunt lay there completely exposed – the labia swollen and glistening, my clit thick and overstimulated, a constant warm stream of my own juices and the men’s cum slowly running out and dripping onto the floor.

I felt it all at once.

The cum in my pussy, slowly oozing out of me. The cum in my arse, held deep inside me by the plug. The cum in my stomach and on my tongue. The restraints that left me completely immobilised. The cool air on my wet, open cunt. The heaviness in my sagging tits.

I was nothing more than a piece of furniture. A living, dripping, accessible piece of sex furniture.

My heart was beating faster. The shame returned – hot and humiliating – but at the same time my clit was throbbing again. I tried to turn my head, but the headband held me fast.

“What… what’s happening now…,” I whispered hoarsely, my voice completely rough and broken.

I heard footsteps. Three pairs of footsteps.

And then I felt someone gently stroke my sagging tits.

“Welcome back, Princess,” Timo murmured softly. “You were gone for a moment. But now you’re positioned just right. All three holes nicely accessible… and your arse nicely full.”

I whimpered softly. My body was already responding again, even though I’d only just come round from my last orgasm.

Timo and Marc stepped in front of me. The caretaker had left a while ago. The two of them looked exhausted, but satisfied.

Timo glanced at his watch and grinned. “It’s four o’clock in the morning now, Princess,” he said calmly. “We’ve come inside you as many times as we could. In your cunt, in your arse, in your mouth… we’re empty. We’re heading home now.” My heart skipped a beat. I wanted to say something, but my mouth was still too dry and my voice was just a hoarse croak.

“But don’t worry,” Marc continued, pulling a thick black marker pen out of his pocket. “You won’t be alone.”

He walked round me, stood behind me and began writing in large, clear letters on my left buttock. I felt the cool tip of the marker on my hot, reddened skin. Letter by letter.

F R E E

U S E

Then he wrote underneath, in slightly smaller letters:

**PUSSY + MOUTH FOR FREE USE**

** Take photos and videos of me**

“There,” he said with satisfaction and gave my other cheek a light slap. “Anyone who comes in will know straight away.”

Timo was now holding a large, black silicone spreader ring in his hand – with wide rims that prevented it from falling out again. He grabbed my chin, pulled my mouth open even wider and slid the ring slowly but firmly between my teeth. The silicone clicked into place. My mouth was now permanently open, my tongue lay helplessly inside, and saliva immediately began to run from the corners of my mouth.

“Perfect,” he murmured. “Now no one can misunderstand you.”

Marc stroked my back gently once more.

“And don’t worry, we’ve ordered quite a bit from room service. Breakfast for ten people, extra service, all sorts of layers… you’ll be kept really busy until nine o’clock.”

The two of them leaned down towards me once more. Marc kissed me on the forehead, Timo stroked my cheek tenderly.

“You were a damn good girl tonight, Sarah,” whispered Timo.

Then we heard their footsteps as they walked towards the door. The soft click of the lock. And then they were gone.

Silence.

I hung there alone in the piece of furniture. The spreader ring kept my mouth wide open; saliva was already running in long strands down my chin and dripping onto my sagging tits. The plug in my arse pressed constantly against my inner walls, holding the men’s cum deep inside me. My cunt lay completely open and dripped quietly onto the floor. On my arse, in large black letters visible to everyone, it read: FREE USE – PUSSY + MOUTH FOR FREE USE.

I felt my heart beating faster. Shame burned hot in my face, but at the same time my clit was throbbing again. I couldn’t move a millimetre. I couldn’t speak. I could only lie there, open, wet and ready.

And wait.

For the first room service. For the second. For everyone who would still come before nine o’clock.