Chapter 6: The Hiring
The doorbell’s chime sliced through the wet, heavy air of the apartment.It was a clean, digital sound, absurdly normal. Danielle’s body jerked as if electrified. Her eyes, which had been glazed with frustrated need, sharpened into points of pure anticipation.
“He’s here,” Madison breathed, a statement that hung between a warning and a promise. She slid off the couch, her small body slick with sweat and shared spit.She didn’t reach for clothes. Instead, she walked to the door, her nakedness a declaration of intent.
Kimberly shrank back, pulling her knees to her chest on the far end of the couch. She watched Danielle, who was now sitting up, running her own hands over her breasts in a feverish, possessive caress. “Finally,” Danielle whispered, her voice hoarse.
From the foyer, there was the sound of the door opening, a brief murmur of male voices—one deep and uncertain, Madison’s bright and authoritative—then footsteps.
Dean followed Madison into the living room. He was tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a simple grey t-shirt and jeans. His eyes, a washed-out blue, took in the scene with a stunned, rapid flicker: the naked women, the intimate disarray, Kimberly curled like a shadow, Danielle spread and waiting on the couch. He looked like a man who’d won a raffle for a prize he didn’t quite believe was real.
“Dean, this is Danielle,” Madison said, her tone all business, as if introducing a colleague. “Danielle, Dean.”
Dean’s gaze fixed on Danielle.He swallowed, a visible click in his throat. “Hi.”
Danielle didn’t say hello.Her eyes were locked on the bulge straining the front of his jeans. “Let’s see it,” she said, her voice low and commanding.
Madison didn’t wait for him to comply. She stepped in front of him, her small hands deft and sure. She unbuckled his belt, popped the button of his jeans, and tugged the zipper down in one smooth, practiced motion. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulled everything down to his mid-thighs.
His cock sprang free, already half-hard from the anticipation and the surreal welcome. It was impressive: thick, with a prominent vein running along the underside, the head a smooth, broad mushroom. It wasn’t the monster from the photo, but it was substantial, a serious tool.
“Oh, good,” Madison purred, wrapping her fingers around the base.She gave it a firm, evaluating stroke. “You’ll do just fine.”
She dropped to her knees without another word, taking him deep into her mouth in one fluid, hungry motion. Dean gasped, his hands coming up to hover awkwardly near her head before settling on his own hips.Madison worked him with a ruthless, professional efficiency. She deep-throated him until her nose pressed into his pubic hair, then pulled back with a lewd pop, swirling her tongue around the sensitive head. She spat into her palm, slicked him up, and stroked him to full, rigid hardness.The sounds were obscenely wet, gloriously crude.
She looked up at him, then over her shoulder at Danielle. “He’s perfect, D. Look at this fucking pipe.” She gave the shaft a playful, stinging slap that made Dean flinch and then moan.“He’s gonna wreck those perfect tits of yours. You ready?”
“Been ready,” Danielle said, her voice thick. She slid off the couch and onto the floor, positioning herself on her knees before the armchair Madison directed Dean towards. He sat down heavily, his cock standing straight up, glistening from Madison’s ministrations.
Danielle moved between his spread legs.She didn’t look at his face. Her entire world had narrowed to the angry, veined shaft in front of her.A reverent hunger transformed her features. She leaned forward, her long black hair with its red streaks falling over his thighs, and took just the head into her mouth. She swirled her tongue, tasting Madison’s spit and his own pre-cum, a bitter-salt preview.Then she pulled off with a sharp inhale.
“Fuck, you’re big,” she whispered, not to him, but to the cock itself. She hefted her breasts in both hands, squeezing them together to create a deep, soft valley of cleavage. “Look at this.Look what’s waiting for you. This is all for you, you beautiful fucking monster.”
She leaned forward and positioned the broad head between the pillowy mounds. The skin was hot, almost burning.She pressed her tits together, enveloping him in warm, suffocating softness.
“Oh, God,” Dean groaned, his head falling back against the chair.
“That’s it,” Danielle cooed, beginning a slow, upward slide, letting his shaft rub against the smooth skin of her sternum.“You’re gonna fuck my tits so good. You’re gonna use them like your own personal fleshlight.” She increased the pace, the slick sounds of skin-on-skin filling the room. Her breasts swallowed half his length, then most of it, the tip nudging against her chin.She talked to his cock in a filthy, worshipful stream. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you? You love being smothered by these DDDs.I can feel you throbbing.You want to paint them, don’t you? You want to dump your fucking load all over them.” Her own breathing was becoming ragged. “You’re not leaving until you’ve blown at least three loads on me.I want them dripping. I want to feel your cum running down my stomach, pooling in my navel. You’re gonna give it to me, aren’t you?”
“Fuck, yes,” Dean panted, his hips starting to buck minutely, trying to drive himself deeper into that soft, hot channel.
“That’s it, fuck them! Fuck my big, slutty tits!” Danielle’s voice rose, abandoning the cooing for raw command.“Harder! Pretend they’re a pussy! Ram that big dick between them!”
She squeezed tighter, leaning down to lick the head of his cock each time it emerged from the top of her cleavage. The sight was profoundly lewd: her intense concentration, the absolute devotion to the act of tit-fucking. Madison watched from the side, her hand between her own legs again, fingers working in a frantic circular rhythm over her clit, her mouth slightly open.Kimberly watched too, from the couch. The scene was hypnotic in its explicit focus.Danielle was in her element, a priestess serving a deity of flesh. All the earlier frustration, the emotional chaos, was gone, burned away by the pure, physical mechanics of giving a man pleasure with a specific part of her body. It was transactional, honest, and brutally effective.Dean’s moans grew more strained, his thighs tensing. “I’m close… shit, I’m gonna…”
“Do it!” Danielle yelled, never breaking her rhythm. “Cum for me!Cover these fucking tits! Mark them!”
With a strangled shout, Dean’s body locked.His cock pulsed violently between the crushing softness of her breasts. Thick, white ropes shot out, streaking across her collarbone, painting hot lines on her skin. Some landed on her chin. She kept moving, milking him through every last spasm, until he was spent and shuddering, slumped in the chair.
Danielle sat back on her heels, chest heaving. She looked down at the mess glazing her skin, a satisfied, primal smile on her face. She dragged a finger through the cum on her chest and brought it to her lips, tasting it with a thoughtful expression.
“Good,” she said, finally looking at Dean’s dazed face. “That was a good first round.” Her eyes, gleaming with unspent energy, shifted to Madison.“Get him hard again. I’m not nearly done.”
Madison, still touching herself, nodded and crawled towards Dean’s limp form, her mouth already seeking him out again. Kimberly closed her eyes, the image of Danielle’s cum-smeared, triumphant body etched into the darkness behind her lids. The hotel, the other men, the endless parade of cocks—it all stretched before her, inevitable as a tide. And she was caught in the undertow, powerless to do anything but watch herself drown.d
And she was caught in the undertow, powerless to do anything but watch herself drown. The taste of copper-penny despair flooded her mouth, sharp and metallic.
Madison didn’t hesitate. She moved to Dean, who was still slumped and breathing heavily in the chair, and took his softening cock into her mouth without ceremony. She sucked gently at first, then with increasing pressure, her hand cupping his balls, rolling them in her palm. Her other hand stroked the base of his shaft with a slick, twisting motion.
“Come on, big guy,” she murmured, pulling off with a wet sound to speak directly to his flesh.“You heard her. We’re just getting started. Give me that dick back.” She deep-throated him again, taking him all the way to the back of her throat until her eyes watered. She gagged softly, then did it again, a relentless, practiced rhythm designed for results. “Mmm, taste yourself on me.Taste her on you.Now get hard for her. She wants that fat cock pounding her tits again. You wanna do that, don’t you?”
Dean groaned, a hand settling on the back of Madison’s head, fingers tangling in her lavender hair. “Fuck, yeah.”
“Then get up,” Madison commanded, pulling away and giving his shaft two firm, rapid strokes.It responded, thickening and rising under her touch, becoming fully rigid once more. “She’s waiting for you. Don’t keep her waiting.”
Dean stood, his renewed erection jutting out, angry and red-tipped. He walked the few steps to where Danielle still knelt on the floor, her chest and chin glazed with his previous release. She looked up at him, a challenge in her smudged-ink eyes, and spat on his cock. The saliva mixed with the existing slickness, a raw, personal lubricant.
“Back for more?” Danielle’s voice was a low rasp. “You couldn’t stay away from these, could you?”
“They’re fuckin’ perfect,” Dean growled, his earlier uncertainty burned away by animal need. He gripped the back of her neck, not gently, and guided his cock back between the sticky, warm press of her breasts.“Then use them,” she hissed, squeezing herself tight around him. “Fuck them like you hate them.Make them yours.”
He needed no further invitation. He set a brutal, piston-like pace, his hips driving forward, his balls slapping against her sternum with each thrust. The lewd, slapping sounds echoed off the walls, a rhythmic counterpoint to their ragged breathing.
“That’s it,” Danielle moaned, her head forced back by his grip. “God, yes!Talk to me. Tell me what you’re gonna do.”
“I’m gonna fuck these perfect slut-tits raw,” Dean grunted, his voice tight with strain. “Gonna pump another load all over ‘em. Wanna see my cum in your hair, on your fucking face.”
“Do it!” she screamed, arching her back to give him better access. “Paint me! I want to be fucking coated!”
Madison knelt beside them, her hand a blur between her own legs.“Look at him go, D!Look how deep he’s getting! He’s gonna bruise your pretty skin.You gonna let him mark you up?”
“Yes! Mark me, you bastard!” Danielle’s words were gulped between thrusts. “I want everyone to know a huge cock fucking owned these tonight!”
“They’re mine,” Dean snarled, his rhythm becoming erratic, frenzied. “All this… this soft fuckin’ flesh… it’s mine to use!”
“It’s yours!Use it! Empty your fucking balls on me!” Danielle’s command was a guttural, shared crescendo.
With a roar that was more pain than pleasure, Dean slammed home one final time and erupted. This climax was violent, a pulsing eruption that splattered across her chin, her neck, up onto her cheek. He shuddered through it, his body buckling, until he finally released her neck and stumbled back a step, spent and dripping.
Danielle collapsed forward onto her hands, breathing like a marathon runner, white streaks dripping from her face onto the rug below.A wild, triumphant laugh escaped her, harsh and ragged. She looked up at Dean, then over at Madison, her expression feral.
“See?” she panted. “Told you he had three in him.” She wiped a streak of cum from her eyebrow.“Get him water.Get him ready. We’re going again.”
From the couch, Kimberly watched a single drop quiver and fall from Danielle’s earlobe. It joined the rest on the floor.She did not move. The hotel, with its two doors, waited somewhere in the future. This was just the warm-up.
This was just the warm-up. The charged silence in the room was broken only by the heavy, post-climax breathing of three people. Danielle remained on her hands and knees, a statue of satisfied exhaustion adorned with cooling streaks of white. Dean stood over her, hollowed out and dazed, his softening cock glistening under the harsh overhead light.
Madison uncurled from her observation post, her own thighs slick from her frantic fingering. “Nobody move,” she commanded, her voice practical.She padded, still naked, into the kitchen. The refrigerator door opened, casting a sterile rectangle of light onto the floor. She returned with a cold, blue Gatorade, the plastic bottle sweating in the warm apartment air.
She uncapped it and pressed it into Dean’s hand.“Drink. You’re gonna need the electrolytes.” As he brought the bottle to his lips, she dropped back to her knees in front of him. His cock, spent and heavy, lay against his thigh. She took it into her mouth without waiting for him to harden, her tongue a persistent, flattening pressure against the sensitive underside.
Dean choked slightly, the Gatorade catching in his throat as he tried to swallow. Madison hummed around him, the vibration travelling straight to his base. “That’s it, chug it,” she mumbled, her lips stretched around his shaft. She sucked harder, a wet, determined pull that dragged feeling back into his nerves.“Get that sugar in you.I want this dick rock hard again. I wanna feel it throbbing on my tongue while you swallow.”
He obeyed, gulping the sickly-sweet liquid as she worked him with her mouth and hands. Her head bobbed in a counter-rhythm to his swallowing, a filthy, transactional act of resuscitation. “Fuck yeah, feel it coming back,” she encouraged, pulling off to spit generously into her palm before slicking him from root to tip.“Look at it.It’s waking up for her. It knows where it belongs.” She glanced over at Danielle, who was watching with dark, hungry eyes. “It belongs buried between those fat, cum-slut tits, doesn’t it?”
“God, yes,” Dean panted, the last of the Gatorade dripping down his chin, mingling with sweat.
“Then go put it there.” Madison stood, taking his hand and leading him back to the armchair. He sat, his renewed erection standing upright, slick with spit and pre-cum and the last remnants of his previous loads.Danielle didn’t need direction. She crawled to him, her movements possessed of a weary, dedicated grace. She looked at the mess on her chest, then at his cock, and a devious smile touched her sticky lips.
“We don’t need lube,” she said, her voice hoarse. “We’ve got your lube.” She leaned forward, dragging her chest through the pooled semen on her own skin, coating her cleavage in the thick, white fluid. It was cold and sticky, becoming slicker with the warmth of her skin. She pressed her tits together around him, using the spent cum as a shocking, intimate lubricant. The sensation was unlike anything before—cool, sticky, and profoundly degrading.
“Oh, fuck,” Dean groaned, his head falling back. “That’s… that’s disgusting.”
“It’s perfect,” Danielle corrected, beginning to move, creating a slow, slick friction. “You’re fucking your own load back into me.You’re recycling your fucking DNA all over these tits. Say it.”
“I’m… I’m fucking my cum into your tits,” he stammered, the taboo of it sparking something frantic in his hips.
“Say it like you mean it, you fucking animal!” Danielle’s own composure broke, her movements becoming jerky and intense.
“I’m fucking my goddamn load right back into these perfect fucking tits!” he shouted, his hands clawing at her shoulders, gripping hard.
Madison had resumed her place beside them, her fingers a blur on her clit, her other hand pinching her own nipple sharply. “Look at her!Look at her using your own spunk to milk your dick! She’s a fucking genius! A filthy, perfect genius!”
“She’s a fucking masterpiece!” Dean roared, his thrusts becoming short, brutal pumps.
“I’m your masterpiece!” Danielle screamed back, her voice raw.“I’m your fucking canvas!Paint me again!Cover your old paint! Make me a fucking mess!”
“Drown them! Drown those perfect fuck-toys!” Madison shrieked, her own breath coming in sharp hitches, her back arching.
The room dissolved into a cacophony of slapping flesh, choked commands, and guttural cries. Kimberly, from her corner of the couch, watched Madison’s face as she masturbated. It wasn’t pleasure she saw there, but a fierce, competitive triumph. Madison wasn’t just getting off; she was directing, producing, and claiming her part in the degradation. Her eyes were fixed on Danielle’s used body, on the deliberate, brutal rhythm, and her smile was one of absolute, terrifying ownership.
Her eyes were fixed on Danielle’s used body, on the deliberate, brutal rhythm, and her smile was one of absolute, terrifying ownership. Dean’s grunts became sharp, fractured things. His thighs trembled against Danielle’s ribs. “I’m there… fuck, I’m right fucking there…”
“Then flood me,” Danielle growled, her voice shredded and low. She squeezed her tits together with a final, vicious pressure, her nails digging into her own flesh. “Don’t you dare hold back. Give me every fucking drop.”
His body locked, a statue of strained tendons and bulging veins. A guttural, almost pained sound was torn from his throat. The first pulse wasn’t a rope; it was a splatter, a thick gout that hit Danielle’s chin and the hollow of her throat with an audible wet smack. The second was a stream, painting a white stripe across the swell of her left breast. The third, fourth, fifth pulses lost all coordination, erupting in hot, ceaseless waves that coated her cleavage, dripped into the valley between her tits, and soaked the cold, sticky remnants of his previous loads.
It was fucking huge. A massive, draining release that left him gasping, utterly spent.
Danielle moaned in deep, resonant pleasure, her eyes closed, feeling the hot spread of it across her skin. “Yes… oh god, yes….”
Madison, breathless from watching, from her own furious touching, finally let her hand fall from between her legs. She licked her fingers clean, never breaking her gaze from Dean’s wrecked form. “My turn,” she said, the words simple and direct. “I want to fuck him.”
Danielle leaned back, releasing Dean’s softening cock from its slick prison. She looked at Madison, her eyes glazed but affectionate. “Go ahead, babe. He’s all yours.” She reached out, her cum-smeared hand finding Madison’s cheek, and pulled her in for a kiss. It was slow, deep, and tasted of salt and sex and Gatorade.
They broke apart. Madison searched Danielle’s face. “You okay?”
Danielle’s gaze drifted past her, to the empty space beside the couch. A wistful, hungry frustration touched her expression. “I’m good. I just wish another cock was here right now. So he could fuck my tits while you ride him.”
Madison’s smile was wide, knowing. “You’re insatiable, babe.”
“I know,” Danielle sighed, the sound almost content. She pushed herself up, her movements slow and sticky, and retreated to the couch. She sat beside Kimberly, who didn’t look at her. Danielle began rubbing his cum into her skin with both palms, massaging the cooling fluid into her breasts with a deliberate, sensual slowness. A soft, continuous moan vibrated in her throat as she worked the mess deeper, polishing herself with it.
Madison turned her full attention to Dean. He was slumped, barely coherent. She knelt, taking his flaccid cock into her mouth. She didn’t rush. She suckled him soft, her tongue a persistent, flat pressure against his oversensitive flesh. “Come on, you big-dicked bastard,” she mumbled, her lips vibrating against him. “You’re not done. You dumped your load in her tits three times. Now I want you to dump one in my pussy. You gotta get hard for me.”
He stirred, a weak groan escaping him. “Can’t… I’m tapped…”
“Bullshit,” Madison said, pulling off to spit directly onto his shaft. She stroked him with a firm, proprietary grip. “I felt you throbbing. You’ve got more. This pretty little cunt is gonna milk it right out of you.” She took him deep again, gagging deliberately, letting the violent constriction of her throat work on him. “You like that? You like how tight my throat is? Imagine my pussy. It’s tighter. It’s gonna strangle your dick.”
“Fuck…” he breathed, a twitch stirring in her mouth.
“That’s it,” she cooed, increasing her rhythm. “Think about her tits. All slippery and covered in your junk. Think about my tight little hole instead. I’m gonna ride you until you see stars. I’m gonna bounce on this cock until you scream. You wanna feel me come all over you?”
“Yeah,” he grunted, his hands moving to her head.
“Then give me this hard dick,” she demanded, her voice turning sharp. “Give it to me now, you fucking stud. I want to impale myself on it. I want you to bruise my cervix.”
He was growing, filling her mouth, responding to the filthy, specific commands. His hips gave a shallow thrust. “You’re a greedy little slut,” he managed, a thread of his own dominance returning.
“I’m your greedy little slut,” Madison corrected, popping off him with a grin. His erection was back, standing proud and wet. “And you’re my fucking prize. Now get on the floor. I’m on top.”