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Greta whimpered, her face a mask of mingled discomfort and need. Then I heard her cry out as, I felt sure, her husband had entered her most private place.

I felt utterly overwhelmed as the associates passed me from one to another, their rigid cocks filling my mouth in turn. My jaw ached from the unaccustomed stretch, but I did my best to please them, swirling my tongue and suckling as submissively as I could. The musky, masculine scent of their arousal filled my nostrils, making my head spin.

Travis gripped my hair tightly, guiding my movements as he thrust into my mouth. “That’s it, take it deep,” he growled. I gagged slightly as the head of his cock hit the back of my throat, but forced myself to relax, breathing through my nose.

Ethan was next, his thick shaft stretching my lips wide. “Use more tongue,” he instructed gruffly. I complied, lapping at the underside of his cock as I bobbed my head.

Then it was Dylan’s turn again, and his touch was gentler. He cupped my cheek, his thumb stroking my cheekbone as I tookhim into my mouth. “Good girl,” he murmured again, like a mantra that he knew would soothe me and encourage me to give more pleasure. “That’s it.”

Across the room, Devin’s grunts grew louder as he worked himself into Greta’s bottom. “So tight,” he groaned. “Such a good little anal slut for your master.”

Greta’s cries of discomfort and arousal mingled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. “Yes, sir!” she gasped. “Oh… oh… it hurts… please…”

The lewd soundtrack spurred me on, making me redouble my efforts. I moved from cock to cock, using my hands to stroke the ones not in my mouth.

Suddenly, Devin let out a long, low groan. “Take it, slut,” he growled, his hips jerking erratically as he emptied himself into Greta’s bottom.

The knowledge that Devin had just come seemed to spur the associates on. Their movements became more urgent, their breathing heavier.

“I’m close,” Travis panted, guiding my mouth back to his cock. “Swallow it all like a good little cocksucker.”

Before I could process his words, I felt his shaft pulse against my tongue. Hot, salty fluid flooded my mouth. I swallowed reflexively, choking slightly as more spurts followed.

“That’s it,” Travis groaned. “Drink it down.”

As soon as Travis pulled away, Ethan took his place. “My turn,” he grunted, thrusting deep. Within moments, he too was coming, his seed joining Travis’s in my belly.

Finally, it was Dylan’s turn. His hazel eyes locked onto mine as he guided himself into my mouth. “Such a good girl,” he murmured. “So beautiful with your lips wrapped around my cock. Get ready… you’re going to swallow every drop, aren’t you?”

Sobbing, I tried to nod despite Dylan’s grip on my head. Something about that bit of compliance brought him over the edge, and I felt his penis jerk in my mouth, then the hot seed against the back of my throat. I swallowed desperately, feeling that shameful pride again, so strongly it made my head spin.

They made you do that, a whispering voice said in my head.You didn’t want that. It’s not your fault that you… you… liked it.

No. Youlovedit.

CHAPTER 12

Andrea

When I awoke in my bedroom in Devin’s house the next morning, it took a long time for me to remember where I was. As I slowly blinked awake, I found myself in an unfamiliar room. Soft morning light filtered through lacy curtains, casting a gentle glow on pale yellow walls adorned with delicate floral prints. The bed I lay in was unexpectedly comfortable, with crisp white sheets and a soft comforter that cocooned me in warmth.

I gazed around, taking in the antique dresser with its ornate mirror, the rocking chair in the corner draped with a hand-knitted afghan, and the small writing desk beneath the window. Everything exuded a quaint, almost grandmotherly charm that seemed at odds with… something. But what?

A curious sense of contentment washed over me, despite my confusion. My body felt languid and relaxed, as if I’d had the most restful sleep of my life. The scent of lavender lingered in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of freshly baked bread wafting up from somewhere below.

Stretching lazily, I shifted in the bed—and suddenly froze. A dull ache bloomed across my backside, a soreness that intensified as I moved. Puzzled, I swallowed reflexively, only to notice a slight rawness in my throat.

In that moment, the events of the previous night came rushing back in a flood of vivid, shocking detail. The spanking over Devin’s knee. The associates using my mouth. The sounds of Lila and Lydia being thoroughly fucked upstairs. Greta bent over the couch, taking Devin in her bottom.

I felt my whole body flush hot with embarrassment and lingering arousal. My face burned as I remembered the way I had eagerly sucked and licked, swallowing every drop of the men’s seed. The ghost of their hands on my body seemed to linger, making my skin tingle with remembered sensation.

Mortified, I buried my face in the pillow, overwhelmed by the intensity of the memories and the roil of shame and arousal they evoked. How could I have done those things? How could I have enjoyed them? And most disturbing of all—why did part of me long to experience it all again?

Lying there, trying to process the flood of memories, I became acutely aware of the soft fabric against my skin. Glancing down, I realized I was wearing a modest white nightgown that fell to my knees. The delicate cotton clung to my curves, accentuating the swell of my breasts and the flare of my hips.

I vaguely remembered finding it sweetly folded on the coverlet when I had finally been allowed to wash up and go to bed the night before. The gesture had seemed almost motherly, so very different from the lewd activities that had preceded it that it had puzzled me. Now, as I ran my hands over the smooth material, I felt a confusing mixture of comfort and vulnerability.

The nightgown’s high neckline and long sleeves should have made me feel protected, covered. Instead, I felt exquisitely revealed. Every brush of the fabric against my skin seemed to heighten my awareness of my body. My nipples hardened, pressing against the thin cotton, and I felt a warm tingle beginning between my thighs.

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