Chapter 15: Shared Servicing
David’s thick cock pulsed against Carol’s tongue, the salty-slick taste filling her mouth as Ben hammered into her from below. Each deep thrust lifted her hips off the velvet cushion, Ben’s balls slapping against her ass. The dark-haired woman, Mia, Carol remembered vaguely through the haze, relentlessly worked Carol’s clit with her tongue, the sharp edge of pleasure slicing through the overwhelming fullness. Carol moaned, the sound muffled by David’s shaft, her eyes fluttering shut only to snap open as Eleanor’s voice cut through the symphony of grunts and wet slaps.
"Switch!" Eleanor commanded, her tone brooking no argument. "David, out. Ben, off her. Mia, give her clit a rest. She needs a different kind of filling now."
Reluctance warred with obedience. David slid his glistening cock from Carol’s mouth with a soft pop, leaving her gasping. Ben growled, pulling out of her slick cunt with a final, brutal thrust that made her cry out, her inner walls clenching around sudden emptiness. Mia sat back on her heels, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips as she wiped her chin.
Eleanor moved with predatory grace. She straddled Carol’s chest, her knees pinning Carol’s upper arms. Before Carol could fully register the shift, Eleanor lowered herself, the dark thatch of her pubic hair hovering inches from Carol’s face. The musky, potent scent of another woman’s arousal, different from her own, invaded Carol’s senses. "Lick," Eleanor ordered, her voice low and thick. "Make me come on your pretty face, little red."
Carol’s mind, still reeling from Ben’s deep fucking and David’s mouth-filling presence, struggled to focus. Tentatively, she extended her tongue, flicking against Eleanor’s outer labia. A low groan rumbled from above her. "Deeper, Carol. Get that tongue in me."
Carol pushed her face upwards, her nose pressing into coarse curls as she plunged her tongue into Eleanor’s wet heat. The taste was earthy, intense, a rich tang that made her own core clench in sympathetic response. She probed deeper, mimicking what Mia had done to her, swirling and thrusting with her tongue inside Eleanor’s pussy. Eleanor ground down, rocking her hips against Carol’s mouth, her thighs tightening around Carol’s head. "Yes… fuck yes… just like that… dirty little cunt-licker…"
As Carol concentrated on lapping at Eleanor’s swollen folds and flicking her clit, the space between her own legs didn’t stay empty for long. A man Carol didn’t know, thick-bodied and smelling faintly of cigars, moved behind her. He spat onto his palm, slicked his thick, veiny cock, and without preamble, pushed the blunt head against her still-quivering entrance. Carol gasped, her body arching, momentarily breaking contact with Eleanor’s pussy.
"Stay focused, Carol," Eleanor panted, grinding harder onto her face. "He’s just filling a hole."
The man grunted as he shoved forward, stretching Carol’s well-used pussy anew. He bottomed out in two rough thrusts, his heavy balls slapping against her ass. "Christ, still tight as a virgin," he muttered, grabbing her hips and setting a brutal pace, each inward plunge forcing Carol’s face deeper into Eleanor’s cunt.
Simultaneously, another presence moved near her head. Ben. He stood beside Eleanor, his cock, still slick from Carol’s pussy, rigid and demanding. He tapped it against Carol’s cheek. "Open wide, Red. Still got a use for that mouth." Carol, her senses overwhelmed, managed to twist her head slightly, her lips parting. Ben fed his cock past her lips, filling her mouth beside Eleanor’s thigh. The double penetration, above and below, was dizzying. She sucked reflexively on Ben’s shaft as she struggled to maintain her rhythm on Eleanor’s pussy, the man pounding relentlessly into her from behind making her whole body jolt with each thrust.
Then, a cold, wet sensation on her inner thigh made her flinch. Mrs. Jensen. Sylvia. Her elegant fingers traced the sticky trails drying on Carol’s skin. "Messy little thing, aren't you?" Sylvia murmured, her voice devoid of the penthouse's brittle anger, replaced by a cool, detached curiosity. She leaned down, her tongue, surprisingly soft and warm, licking a slow, deliberate stripe up the inside of Carol’s thigh, collecting the mingled sweat, saliva, and traces of semen left from previous encounters. "Mmm… tastes like desperation." She lapped again, higher this time, near the crease of Carol’s thigh, her breath ghosting over Carol’s ass where the man was relentlessly slamming home.
"Ready for the next one?" Eleanor gasped above her, her hips bucking against Carol’s mouth as Carol redoubled her efforts, tasting the sharp tang of Eleanor’s impending climax. "Who’s next for her ass? She’s stretched nice and open."
The man behind Carol grunted, his pace faltering. "Gonna blow… fuck…" With a final, shuddering thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. Carol felt the hot, thick pulse deep inside her pussy as he groaned, his cock jerking. He pulled out slowly, his spend immediately beginning to seep out of her onto the cushion beneath her hips.
Before Carol could even register the fresh emptiness, another man, younger, leaner, knelt behind her. He pressed a slick finger against her tight, untouched asshole. Carol tensed, a muffled whimper escaping around Ben’s cock. "Easy, sweetheart," the young man soothed, though his eyes were hard with lust. He worked the finger slowly, insistently, past her tight ring of muscle. The burning stretch was sharp, unfamiliar. Eleanor shifted her weight, grinding her clit directly onto Carol’s nose. "Take it, Carol. You’ve got another hole. Show us what you’re made of."
Sylvia continued her methodical cleaning lower down, her tongue now lapping at the fresh trickle of cum leaking from Carol’s well-fucked pussy, the juxtaposition of clinical detachment and obscene intimacy utterly jarring.
The young man added a second finger, scissoring gently inside Carol’s ass. The pain mixed strangely with the pleasure of Eleanor’s cunt grinding on her face and Ben’s cock sliding in and out of her mouth. She felt utterly split open, claimed, a vessel for endless consumption. The young man withdrew his fingers, replaced them instantly with the slick, blunt head of his cock. He pushed. Carol screamed into Eleanor’s pussy, the sound vibrating against sensitive flesh, making Eleanor cry out.
"Fuck! Yes! That’s it!" Eleanor gasped, her body tensing, her thighs locking around Carol’s head as her orgasm hit. Hot fluid gushed over Carol’s chin and neck as Eleanor rode her face. Ben fucked her mouth harder, hitting the back of her throat. The young man pushed deeper into her ass, the searing stretch stealing her breath. Sylvia licked higher, her tongue now tracing the outer lips of Carol’s pussy, dangerously close to where the cock was buried in her ass.
The young man began moving, shallow thrusts that sent shocks of fiery pleasure-pain radiating through Carol’s core. He gripped her hips, pulling her back onto him. "God, your ass is fucking perfect," he groaned. "So fucking tight. Gonna fill it up good."
Ben pulled his cock from her mouth, glistening with her spit. He looked down at her, his eyes dark pools of lust and pride. "Look at you, Car. Taking cock in every hole like a fucking champion. My beautiful little whore." He stroked his shaft, aiming it at her face. "Open wide. Want to paint that pretty freckled face."
Carol, pinned under Eleanor’s trembling weight, her ass being stretched and filled, her pussy throbbing and weeping onto Sylvia’s tongue, managed to open her mouth. Ben’s hot release spurted across her lips, her cheek, spattering her hair. The salty, bitter taste mingled with Eleanor’s juices still coating her face.
Eleanor finally collapsed off her, breathing heavily, a satisfied smile on her face. The young man in Carol’s ass picked up his pace, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. "Gonna come… gonna fill this tight asshole…" he gritted out.
Sylvia sat back on her heels, watching Carol with an unreadable expression, a faint sheen of Carol’s own fluids on her lips. She reached out and traced a line through the mix of semen and arousal on Carol’s inner thigh. "Such a good girl," she murmured, her voice a cool counterpoint to the groans of the man fucking Carol’s ass. "Taking it all. Soaking it up."
The young man slammed home, burying his cock deep in Carol’s rectum. She felt the hot flood erupt inside her, a strange, invasive fullness. He held himself there, pulsing, before slowly pulling out.
Silence, thick and heavy, fell for a heartbeat. Carol lay utterly spent, trembling, covered in sweat, spit, semen, and the evidence of her own and others’ pleasure. Her body felt like a well-used rag. But the circle of watchers hadn’t diminished. Eyes still gleamed in the candlelight. Hands still stroked. Cocks still stood rigid.
Eleanor, recovered, knelt beside her, brushing a sweat-damp curl from Carol’s forehead. Her smile was almost tender. "Fantastic, darling. Absolutely fucking fantastic." Her gaze swept over Carol’s ravaged body. "But we’re not nearly done." She glanced towards the edge of the pit where a man with a heavy, intimidating erection stood watching, waiting his turn. "Who’s next for her mouth? Her pussy’s begging for another load already, look at it… swollen and dripping." She tapped Carol’s overstimulated clit lightly, making her jerk and whimper.
Carol looked up, her vision swimming. The man stepped forward, his eyes fixed on her open mouth. The faint scent of Ben’s semen still clung to her skin. Her pussy clenched, empty and aching. Her ass throbbed with a deep, unfamiliar soreness. Exhaustion warred with a terrifying, undeniable hunger. The feast was far from over. She was still the main course. And the next serving was approaching.