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To my utter surprise, Tom rises from his seat and tucks himself back into his jeans. He’s already wiped his hands on a tissue. He walks to the front of the bed, his eyes solely on my core, climbs on and leans his face into my pussy, taking a deep breath before using his tongue to take one deep swipe from the bottom of my pussy lips all the way up and finishing at my clit. I shudder at its sensitivity and also the depravity of this man who has been watching me get shaved, fondled, fucked, fed, and fingered and now he’s here tasting me.
He lowers his head and does it again, deeper and my eyes roll into the back of my head as I moan, leaning into Cook. I feel fingers reach for my nipples and begin to pull and stretch them. It’s Cook’s arms that are moving but I raise my head to see Tom look up with me, his beard glistening with my release. He stares at me, his eyes so intense I wonder if he likes or hates me. Not saying a word, not changing his facial expression from openly glaring at me, I watch as his eyes look down at Cook’s fingers playing with my nipples. One corner of Tom’s mouth twitches up, he looks behind me at Cook and they seem toexchange something between them before he lowers his head and laps at my pussy again from the bottom to my clit. Intense pleasure begins to build as Cook puts more pressure on my nipples which shoots electricity straight to my clit. And then Tom assaults my clit with pressured licks up and down until my legs are shaking around his head and I’m close, I’m almost there with another climax. Tom senses me pushing closer to the edge and I feel two fat fingers enter me and caress my g-spot as I explode around him, arching my back off Cook’s chest and moving my hips closer to ride out the pleasure on Tom’s tongue. What is happening right now?
I lower back down onto Cook’s chest and from my high, I feel utterly boneless and floaty. After all the food and orgasms, I could nap right here right now. As my eyelids flutter closed, thick hands pull me from Cook and then flip me over, maneuvering me onto my hands and knees. My eyes flutter open to see Cook’s stiff cock glistering in his hands and I feel Tom’s thick cock prodding at my entrance. In one swift move, Tom’s cock pushes deep inside me to the hilt as he presses his hand on my back to lower my head over Cook’s cock.
I lower my mouth quickly down onto Cook’s cock who groans loudly from above me. Tom fucks into me hard.Is he hate fucking me? He sets a rhythm from behind for my head to bounce up and down Cook’s cock.
“That feels incredible baby girl, you’re sucking me whilst Tom fucks you hard. He thinks you’ve been a naughty girl for selling yourself to us. But I think that turns him on even more. Isn’t that right Tom, you are loving watching our girl be used and pleasured. You couldn’t help yourself to join in rather than just watch.”
I hear a gruff, “Fuck you,” from behind me. The power from this hulk of a man is hitting me exactly on my sweet spot and Cook’s words are all I need to hear. I’m in heaven with mymouth around his cock as he begins to move my head in tandem with Tom’s thrusts.
“Roxy is loving being spit roasted right now. You deep in her cunt and me deep down her throat, both of us about to unload at the same time and painting our girl with our brands. She is ours for the taking this week, aren’t you baby girl. Take my come right now, drink it down that hot throat of yours.”
I feel his hot salty come at the back of my throat which is all I need to make my core begin to spasm around Tom’s cock and I hear him behind me roar, “Fuck.” His cock is deep inside me as he stills, and I feel it pulse his release.
Now I am completely and utterly boneless. Used to an inch of my energy, I have nothing left. I sway and Tom catches me as he pulls out of me and lifts me into the air and onto his lap where he’s kneeling. Concern crosses his face but he doesn’t say a word, just looks at my face trying to read me.
Cook leans over and says, “I think we have rung our girl out. Let’s get her cleaned up.” Nodding, Tom holds me on his lap whilst Cook moves off the bed and I hear him in the bathroom. Then I hear taps running and know he is running me a bath. Exactly what the doctor ordered.
“I am going to get you something to drink and hydrate, Tom is going to put you into the bath. I will be back shortly.” And with that Cook is gone and it is just me and Tom, looking at each other. Expressionless. Naked.
After a few minutes, Tom places me onto my bottom on the bed, climbs off and turns off the taps. I can smell vanilla coming from the bathroom. I follow him in after a minute and find him bending over the tub, swishing the water around amongst the bubbles.
“Would you mind if I use the toilet?” I ask, hoping he leaves the bathroom. He turns his head from where he’s kneeling, nods and stands. Leaving me to myself in the bathroom. Reliefwashes over me, and I pee in privacy, well as much as I can—the door is still see through, he can still see me if he wanted to watch but I don’t see him at the door so maybe it’s not his thing. I finish up and head over to the bath. I touch the water which is a nice toasty temperature so I climb in and lay back into the sweet-smelling water. What a way to start my stay here. If my first four encounters are anything to go by, I’m going to need all the food Cook is feeding me just to keep some level of stamina between them all.
There is a knock on the bathroom glass door before it opens, Cook enters carrying a Gatorade. “Will this be ok?” he asks earnestly.
I smile back at him, “That is perfect, thank you.”
“I’m going to leave this with you, you take all the time you need in here. I will be back this evening with dinner. See you later, baby girl.”
“See you later,” I reply and I’m grateful for this moment to myself. I also feel a twinge of anticipation to see him again soon and of what he is going to feed me next. I lie back and focus on breathing. I’ve been fucked by two men in one day. I guess that has happened before, but one of them was James. And then guilt squeezes my heart.James. I’d been so wrapped up being here, it’s only now I’m able to actually take a moment and think of him. It sounds silly but I send him hugs with my mind and my heart. I wonder if he’s thinking of me as I think of him.
I stay in the bath for what feels like over an hour. I keep topping up the water with more hot until it’s simply too high and I have to pull the plug and get out.
I climb out and wrap one of those fluffy pink towels Dr Jack chose for me around my body. I pat myself dry before hanging it up and walking into the bedroom. No one is in the room, Tom is not in his seat so I walk over to the stack of books and scan the titles until I see one that looks vaguely familiar andpick it up. I walk over to the bed, fluff up the pillows and then sit back on them with my knees up. It feels weird to have not put any clothes on, I wonder if anyone is watching on the other side of the glass. But I can’t tell so I relax back and begin to read.
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Ilose myself in the book I’m reading and almost forget where I am. Hours must have passed and I’ve snuggled myself in the bed now reading. I don’t remember the last time I had this much time to myself to relax and read. Seems almost wrong that I am being paid to do this but then I remind myself of what I have done so far and what is likely to come in the next seven days.
A knock at the door draws my attention and a bustling Cook enters the room with a delicious smelling trolley laden with food. My stomach growls. I can’t believe I’m hungry again after everything I ate for lunch. Cook must hear it too and chuckles, “Just in the nick of time by the sounds of it. I don’t want you starving, baby girl. Let’s get you fed and rested back in your bed for tomorrow’s boys,” he says with a knowing smile. He must know what everyone has in store for me. I blush a little.
“Your trolley of heaven smells divine, Cook,” I say and he gives me a full smile, his eyes twinkling behind his glasses.
“I can’t wait to feed you again Roxy.”
“Are you allowed to tell me what’s on the menu for tonight?” I ask.
“It would be my pleasure. To start we have a Parma ham & melon entrée, for main you have an organic fillet steak cooked medium rare with hand cooked chips twice fried and for dessert, a handmade chocolate fondue cake.”
My mouth waters. I just hope I can squeeze it all in. Just like earlier, Cook feeds me every bite. I feel almost too full before I’ve even made it to the dessert. Rubbing my stomach, I sit back in my chair.
“Oh gosh, I need to get used to your portions. Usually, I wouldn’t manage a dessert if I’ve had a starter.”
“But for me, you’ll make the exception?” he replies, teasing but I hear a command in there laced with playfulness, hinting at the rules to finish all of his food.
