Chapter 17: Orgy Service Continued
Realizing he was running behind, he rushed over to the bar as fast as he could wobbling on his heels and gave Gerald the drink orders. Gerald handed him a tray full of drinks and told him to take them to a group on the far side of the room.
Derek did his best to balance the drinks, the metal clinking softly against each other, the notepad and pen tucked into the waistband of the maid dress where it wouldn’t fall. The tray felt heavier than it looked, his arms trembling slightly as he carried it across the crowded room.
He set it down in the center of the group, careful to kneel on one knee like he’d seen others do before bending forward to offer the drinks with both hands. The lace trim of his dress rode up further, exposing the tops of his fishnets and the chastity cage visible beneath. The group’s eyes followed his movements, several sets of lips curling into smirks.
The tall brunette who had ordered the dirty martini reached out, her red nails tapping the rim of her glass as she selected it from the tray. Her other hand stretched out and she used her nail to flick a flake of dried cum off his face.
"Such a good little server," she murmured, her touch sending a jolt through him. "We saw you in action over there. Very impressive."
Derek felt the blood rush to his face. He realized now that his blowjob had become a public spectacle. He hung his head in embarrassment as the rest of the group grabbed their drinks.
"It sure took you long enough to get back with our drinks." The platinum blonde scolded him. "Stand up and take your punishment." She commanded and the group went quiet waiting to see what would happen.
Derek had no other choice but to obey. He rose slowly to his feet, holding the now empty tray.
"Now spread your legs." the blonde commanded. "Your shirt says we should kick your balls if you fail to satisfy." she went on, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight.
"So we're going to do exactly that."
Derek hesitated, his knees weak. Fear swept through him and he felt the urge to pee. But Margot's words echoed in his mind—*Don't disappoint me.* The group around him watched in anticipation, their drinks forgotten.
He spread his legs slowly, the fishnets clinging to his damp skin as he widened his stance. The chastity cage pressed uncomfortably against his thighs, the confined flesh throbbing with every pulse of his trapped arousal. The lace trim of the maid dress rode up further, the cool air making his exposed inner thighs prickle.
The platinum blonde stepped forward, her heels clicking on the polished floor.
She wore a simple black dress that clung to her curves, the fabric stretching tight across her full breasts as she moved. Her blue eyes gleamed with cruel amusement as she sized Derek up, her lips curling into a smirk that promised nothing but pain.
"You heard me," she said, her voice sharp and commanding. "Widen your stance. I want those balls on full display."
Derek swallowed hard, his throat dry as he adjusted his legs further apart. The position pulled the maid dress even higher, the lace trim riding up to the tops of his fishnets, leaving little to the imagination. His exposed inner thighs trembled slightly, the cool air making his skin prickle.
The blonde stepped up very close to him and placed her hands on his shoulders. She was so close, Derek could feel her breasts touching him through the thin fabric and smell her perfume. Then without warning, she rammed her knee up into his exposed and already swollen balls.
Derek screamed shrilly, dropping the tray with a clang as he doubled over, his hands shooting to the area with a pained whimper. The group gasped while some laughed, their eyes glued to his contorted face, agony twisting his features as tears sprang to his eyes.
"There. Now maybe you'll be more expeditious with our drinks in the future." The blonde said, stepping back with a satisfied smirk.
Derek whimpered, tears streaking his mascara further down his cheeks. The sharp, brutal pain radiated through his groin, resonating up into his stomach and chest.
"Wow Suzie. You really let him have it." the redhead said, a little shocked by what she had just witnessed.
She set down her martini and turned back to Derek, who was still bent over clutching his balls, tears streaming down his mascara-streaked face. The group around them let out a mix of nervous laughter and murmurs of approval.
"Oh, Derek," the redhead sighed, her voice taking on a mock-sympathetic tone as she crouched down to his level. She tilted his chin up with a polished nail, forcing him to meet her gaze. Her dark eyes studied the pain twisting his features, the tears clinging to his lashes, the mascara running like ink down his cheeks. She reached out, her thumb brushing gently against his trembling lips.
Her touch was softer now, almost tender in contrast to the sudden violence of his punishment. She caressed his face. "Don't worry baby. I'll have plenty of more pleasant uses for you later." she cooed, her fingers tracing down his throat before standing up and going back to the conversation.
Derek pulled himself together and stumbled back for the bar. While he was walking, he noticed the noise level of the crowd had picked up and he noticed the beginnings of sexual activity around the room. He saw a woman on her knees in a corner sucking a man's dick. Another woman was laying spread eagled on the couch while a man knelt between her open legs. The orgy was starting in earnest.
Derek glanced around the room looking for Margot, but she was nowhere to be found.
The penthouse was now thick with the sounds of skin on skin, the heavy scent of sweat and arousal hanging in the air like a second fog. He spotted her through a haze of bodies in the far corner, her red dress riding dangerously high up her thighs as she straddled the lap of a tall, broad-shouldered man whose hands gripped her hips with possessive authority. Derek’s stomach twisted with a cocktail of jealousy and shame—this was what she had promised, this was the purpose of tonight.
The platinum blonde from earlier—*Suzie*—strolled past him, her fingers trailing along the bare shoulder of another woman before disappearing into the undulating mass of naked bodies.
Derek’s gaze flickered over the writhing forms, the slick sounds of bodies meeting filling the air.
His knees ached from hours spent kneeling in his heels, his thighs trembling from the effort of maintaining balance. The lace trim of the maid’s dress had ridden up so far it now painted a thick line of damp fabric between his thighs, the cool summer air making his skin prickle. The chastity cage—still so tight around his trapped cock—sent constant, dull throbs of arousal through his body, a cruel reminder of what he couldn’t have as he watched everyone else enjoying all manner of sexual activity.
The room had become a living, breathing organism of flesh and need, bodies pressed together in the low light, sighs and moans weaving through the bass of the music. His eyes burned as he scanned the crowd again, desperate for Margot, for *permission* to cease this performance.
He moved closer to Margot and saw that she was completely naked now, on her hands and knees, sandwiched between two men he had never seen before. The one behind her was groping her breasts while he pounded her from behind, while the guy in front held her face in his crotch.
Her mouth was stuffed full, her throat working around each thrust.
Derek’s breath hitched as he watched Margot take them both—fully exposed in her submission, her moans muffled around the thick cock stretching her lips. The sight made his stomach clench. He ached to touch himself, to do something—anything—but the cage was unforgiving, the humiliation crippling.
A hand clamped down on his shoulder, making him jump. He turned to see Lena standing there, her dark eyes glinting with amusement as she took in his outfit, the cum still drying on his face, the way his fingers trembled around the empty tray.
The sounds of Margot moaning around the man's cock filled the air around them, the wet slap of skin on skin syncing with Lena's slow, deliberate blink as she watched Derek.
"You look like you're having a rough night, Derek," Lena purred, her voice thick with amusement. She reached up and brushed away another flake of cum from his cheek, her thumb lingering against his skin before trailing down to trace the lace trim of his maid's dress. Her fingers followed the damp line where it clung to his inner thigh, just short of where the fishnets began.
"It's been... an adjustment," Derek admitted, his voice rough from the tequila and the humiliation.
"I would think this would be one of your top submissive cuckold fantasies."
Lena smirked, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief as she let her gaze roam down his trembling frame. "Or is that just my assumption?"
Derek shifted uncomfortably, his fishnets clinging to his damp skin as the lace trim of the maid's dress rode up even higher, exposing more of his inner thighs and the outline of his chastity cage. The humiliation was sharp and the sex all around him was exciting, but everyone thought less of him.
"It is, but I feel so worthless now." Derek replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
He felt like he was sinking into the carpet, every inch of his exposed skin burning with self-loathing.
Lena tilted her head slightly, studying him with an intensity that made his stomach twist. "Worthless?" she repeated, her voice softening. "You're not worthless. You're *useful*. And right now, you're exactly where you want to be."
Derek swallowed hard, his throat tight. "I don’t feel useful. I feel like a joke."
Lena’s smirk deepened, but there was something almost sympathetic in her gaze. She stepped closer, her perfume—something musky and exotic—filling the space between them. "Come on then, let's put you to use." she said, taking his hand and pulling him toward the crowd.
"You're going to serve in the way you were made for. And you're going to love it."
Derek stumbled after her, his heels clicking unevenly on the polished floor as he tried to keep pace with her confident stride. The sounds of the orgy washed over him - wet slaps of skin, labored breathing, the occasional moan of pleasure. His stomach twisted with a mix of arousal and shame as he realized how excited he'd gotten from watching everyone, from the humiliation, from Lena's touch. The lace trim of the maid dress had ridden up to his waist at this point, the fishnets clinging to his damp skin like a second layer of shame.
Lena stopped near a table in the middle of the room. "Take off your shoes, kneel here, and wait for me to return." she commanded quietly.
Her voice was soft but firm, leaving no room for argument. Derek hesitated for a fraction of a second before obeying, bending down to unclasp the thin straps of his heels. He set them aside carefully, his fingers trembling slightly as he placed them next to each other. The cool floor beneath his bare feet sent a shiver up his legs as he straightened back up, feeling even more exposed in his stockings and maid dress.
Lena watched him with an approving nod before turning suddenly and melting back into the crowd. Derek remained kneeling in the spot she had indicated, his knees pressing into the plush carpet as he folded his hands in his lap.
She came back moments later with a small white board and some markers. She jotted something on the white board and propped it up on the table behind him. "Now you'll be useful." she informed him.
Derek looked up at the sign she had made and cringed. *"Crotch washing station - Clean up here."* Derek gulped as he looked out over the sea of bodies in front of him writhing in all manner of sexual positions. He thought about all the cum being spilled and his stomach clenched with dread.
Lena watched him with growing amusement as his eyes scanned the orgy in front of him. The combination of dread and arousal was almost overwhelming.
Derek's fingers dug into the fabric of his dress as he kneaded the lace between his thighs, trying to stave off the panic rising in his chest. Around him, the penthouse had transformed into a writhing mass of naked limbs and whispered moans, bodies intertwining in every possible configuration. A woman straddled a man's face in the corner, her fingers tangling in his hair as she ground against his mouth.
Another couple writhed on the leather sofa, their limbs tangled together as they shifted positions. Everywhere he looked, he saw cocks pounding into pussies getting ready to fill them with jizz. The air smelled of sweat, perfume, and something sweeter—the musk of arousal lingering everywhere Derek looked.
He swallowed hard, his throat tight as he studied the scene before him. His cock ached painfully against the cage, the confined flesh throbbing with every beat of his heart. The sign behind him --*"Crotch washing station - Clean up here."* in bold brash letters. Everyone would see it. How many of them would use him that way?
Derek wondered silently, his gaze flickering over the writhing bodies, the exposed flesh, the glistening skin slick with sweat and arousal. The sight of all that cum being spilled, dripping, dripping everywhere made his stomach clench with dread. Lena’s words about being useful echoed in his mind.
“You’re going to love this, Derek,” she’d said. But he didn’t.
He tried to push down the wave of panic rising in his chest, his fingers trembling as they gripped the lace trim of his dress. The maid outfit was now completely disheveled, riding up to his waist, the fishnets clinging to damp thighs, the chastity cage pressing uncomfortably against his trapped arousal.
Nearby he saw a couple finishing up. The woman screamed out her orgasm and the man grunted as he pumped her full of sperm.
His cock dripped as he pulled out, his seed already starting to slide down the inside of her thigh as she collapsed back against him. Derek watched, transfixed, as the woman looked up and saw the sign. She looked confused for a moment and then looked Derek in the eye. She studied him for a moment with a knowing smirk, then tapped her lover on the shoulder and pointed to Derek, whispering in his ear.
The man’s eyes flicked to Derek’s kneeling form, then up to the whiteboard. His expression shifted from confusion to realization, and then to dark amusement. He murmured something to his lover, who giggled before turning her full attention to Derek—their bodies still slick with sweat, their chests rising and falling in unison.
The couple stood up and walked over towards him. Derek could see the juices running out of the woman's hairy crotch and the man's soft dick glistened with their combined juices.
He felt a jolt of panic shoot through him, his gaze flickering between the couple and the whiteboard behind him as the cum oozed down her inner thighs.
Lena appeared beside them, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief. "Ah, here we are," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. She gestured to the couple with a flourish. "Derek, meet your first customer."
The woman—blonde, curvaceous, and still breathless from her orgasm—stepped forward first, her bare feet silent on the plush carpet.
Her hairy pussy glistened with a sheen of sweat and cum, swollen lips slightly parted, still throbbing from release. She licked her lips as she approached, her fingers brushing back through her tangled hair.
The woman stopped just inches away, close enough that Derek could smell the salt of sex clinging to her skin and the sharp tang of pussy cream.
“Well, get to work, crotch cleaner” she murmured, her voice low and playful as she placed one hand on her hip and used the other to tilt Derek’s chin up with her fingertips. Her thumb brushed over his lower lip, testing its softness before pulling it down slightly—testing, teasing. He could feel her heat radiating toward him, smell the musk of her arousal mixed with his own humiliation. Her fingers were warm where they touched his face, her grip firm but not unkind as she pulled his face into her crotch.
"Go on then, get it clean," she commanded, her voice dropping into a low purr as she pushed his face deeper into her dripping folds.
Derek swallowed hard against the sudden press of damp, fragrant flesh against his mouth. The heat of her was overwhelming - the slick folds parted slightly against his lips as he instinctively began to lick. His tongue made contact with the soft, yielding skin, tasting the salty-sweet musk of her sex mingled with her own fluids and the funk of strange sperm. The taste was different than when he did this for Margot. More earthy with a mildewy taste and he realized how many strange crotches he was going to taste tonight.
His stomach heaved slightly, but his tongue kept moving, swirling around the soft folds as he cleaned up her mess. The woman let out a soft moan at the sensation and her hand lifted to tangle in the back of his hair, pulling him deeper, forcing him to work her slit with more gusto.
Derek’s eyes watered as he struggled to keep up, his gag reflex kicking in the harder he tasted. He could feel the thick globs of cum seeping out of her and onto his tongue, the taste making his stomach clench even harder. The woman’s hips began to rock back and forth, using his face like a dirty rag to clean herself.
“God, that’s perfect,” she moaned, her thighs trembling slightly as she rode his tongue with slow, deliberate strokes. Her free hand drifted down between her own legs, two fingers sliding into her slit with a wet sound, stretching herself open wider for him to taste deeper. “You’re such a good little crotch cleaner.”
Derek choked back a whimper, tears burning in his eyes as he was forced to work her swollen flesh. The taste was overwhelming—musky, salty, and thick with the residue of multiple partners. Every flick of his tongue brought more of her arousal, more of the cum that had been spilled inside her, more evidence of the night’s debauchery.
Derek’s gag reflex threatened to revolt, but the woman’s grip in his hair kept him pinned, her thighs tightening around his ears as she rode his face with increasing desperation.
“Fuck, that’s it,” she gasped, her voice husky. “You’re doing so well, cleaning up all the mess we made. Look at you, such a good little slut.”
His stomach churned, but he couldn’t stop—not with Lena watching, not with Margot somewhere in this room, not with the way the woman’s fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him deeper into her dripping cunt.
The taste was wrong—too strong, too bitter, too *real*—but his tongue kept moving, kept licking, kept cleaning. Then suddenly, the woman stepped back and he was presented with the man's limp, slimy cock, inches from his face.
The woman had stepped to the side, and she presented her partner's member for him to clean as she watched him avidly.
The man's cock was spent and sticky with fluids, the tip already drying slightly as it glistened in the low light. Derek's stomach convulsed as he was forced to take it into his mouth, the salty, musky taste of cum and skin overwhelming his senses. His gag reflex rebelled instantly, but the woman's hand stayed locked in his hair, preventing any escape.
"Go on, clean it up, you dirty little maid," she commanded, her voice thick with amusement. "We’ve got plenty more where that came from."
Derek’s throat tightened at the command, his stomach clenching as he sucked the juices off the man's cock. When he finished the man slipped his cock out of Derek's mouth, but the woman lifted it up.
"Lick his balls too, cock sucker," she taunted, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "You’re *cleansing* us. That’s your job tonight.
Derek bent to his task, licking the cum and sweat off the man's hairy balls when he heard a familiar voice.
"What do we have here?" Kayla asked.
She stood with her boyfriend Sten a few feet away, watching Derek kneel with his face buried between the man's legs, saliva and cum streaking his cheeks. They were both naked and Derek looked over Kayla's beautiful body. Her full tits had puffy nipples. She had wide hips framing a full bush of pubic hair and Derek could see that she'd been having sex. The lips were swollen and he could see the cum leaking out.
Sten was a tall, lean man with a quiet intensity in his eyes, his arms crossed over his chest as he observed the scene with detached amusement, his long dick hanging in front of him, still dripping.
Kayla’s red lips curled into a playful smile, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, this is fun, my little dicked boss, cleaning crotches at an orgy. I want some." Kayla said, her voice light and teasing.
She stepped closer to Derek, her bare feet silent on the carpet as she surveyed him with open curiosity. The scent of sex and expensive perfume wrapped around them—her scent mixing with the musky funk of the room. Her dark curls were tousled from use, her full lips parted slightly as she took in the sight of him.
"You're really getting into the spirit of things, aren't you?" Kayla murmured, her fingers brushing against the damp lace trim of his maid's dress where it rode up his thigh. "I had no idea you were into this sort of thing."
Derek felt his chest tighten under her gaze.
The way Kayla studied him—like he was a specimen, like she was already imagining all the ways he could be useful—sent a fresh wave of humiliation through him. The taste of the stranger’s cock and pussy still lingered on his tongue, the shame of it clinging to every inch of his body.
He swallowed hard, his fingers trembling against the floor. “I—I didn’t know you were into this either.”
Kayla’s smirk deepened, her gaze flicking to the whiteboard behind him. “Oh, I’m very into this. Sten and I swing all the time with this group." She said nonchalantly, pulling Sten over next to her. "Now let's see you suck my man's dick, boss." Kayla said, nudging Derek forward so that his face was lined up with Sten's half-hard cock.
Derek took a shaky breath. He could feel the eyes of the group on him, could feel Kayla's judging gaze burning as he leaned forward slowly, his lips parting just enough to take the tip of Sten's slimy cock between them.
"That's it cock sucker." Kayla commented. "You know, I'm going to have to come up with a nickname for you at work. I'm trying to decide on LD for Little Dick, or CS, for Cock Sucker. Oh, maybe LDCS for Little Dick Cock Sucker. Wouldn't that be fun?" Kayla laughed, her voice bouncing through the room like a mischievous melody, "I think LDCS has a nice ring to it."
Sten's cock slipped from Derek’s lips with a wet sound as he stepped back, pulling Kayla against him. His hands possessively gripped her hips, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as his cock bobbed in front of Derek's face. The sight of Sten’s cock, semi-hard and glistening with saliva, made Derek’s stomach twist.
Kayla looked down at Derek with a knowing smirk, her fingers brushing through his tousled hair. "I think he likes that idea, Sten.
Don’t you LDCS?" Kayla teased, her voice dancing around the nickname as she let it settle between them like a dirty little secret. She had always been good at pushing boundaries, at finding the edges of comfort where the most interesting things happened. And Derek, with his flushed cheeks and trembling lips, looked like he was about to crack.
"Do you want to taste my pussy LDCS? I'm sure you do since it's full of Sten's cum. I mean your such a cum slut. A crotch cleaner at an orgy. Who would have thought?" Kayla said, her voice dripping with teasing sarcasm as she stepped even closer. Her bare thighs brushed against Derek's shoulders, the heat of her sex radiating through the damp lace of his maid's dress. She reached down and hooked her fingers into the fabric, pulling it upward until the lace rode up to his waist, exposing his fishnets and chastity cage to the room.
Derek moaned softly, his face still tingling from the lingering taste of the stranger's cum and pussy, his tongue numb from the relentless cleaning. The humiliation of being exposed like this, in front of coworkers no less, sent a fresh wave of shame through him.
Yet, as he sat kneeling in this ridiculous maid outfit, draped in cum and tears, the wet heat of Kayla's crotch hovering just inches from his face, his cock throbbed painfully against the cage. The sight of her swollen, cum-filled pussy glistening under the dim lights sent his mind reeling. The musky aroma of Sten's climax clung to her skin, and Derek licked his lips without thinking.
"Oh, he does want it," Kayla said with a giggle, her confidence radiating as she rocked her hips slightly so that a trickle of semen oozed from her folds, sliding down her inner thigh before splattering onto the carpet right in front of Derek.
He watched it land with a wet plop, the white substance almost glowing against the dark fabric. The humiliation of it made his stomach churn even while his cock pulsed against its restraints.
She took one hand and parted her sensitive flesh, displaying herself fully to him. "Look at that, the little cock sucker is practically drooling over my cunt," Kayla cooed, her voice thick with amusement as she wiggled her hips, spreading her juices. "Make yourself useful, LDCS. Clean me up."
Derek's breath hitched as the musky scent of Kayla's arousal mixed with Sten's leftover cum filled his nostrils. She pulled his head into her slimy bush and smeared it all over his face.
“Taste how good I am to you, LDCS,” Kayla sneered, grinding her cummy cunt into his mouth. “Show us all how much you love this.”
Derek gagged, but the firm grip she had on the back of his head kept him pinned. He could feel Sten’s cock leaking nearby—thick drops of pre-cum splattering against his shoulder. The pungent mix of Kayla’s cunt, Sten’s cum, and his own tears filled his nose. His chastity cage pulsed with trapped arousal, his thighs trembling as he was forced to service her.
Kayla pulled away slightly, her juices dripping from his chin. "That's an image that will stick in my head. I'll see you around LDCS." she said and she turned and sauntered away swinging her well rounded ass.
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The next few hours were a blur of dirty crotches shoved in his face.
A steady stream of bodies took advantage of the crotch washing station, each one leaving their own unique scent and taste in his mouth.
Derek would clean the dripping pussy of one woman, then pick up the limp cock of her partner to clean off the saliva and semen that drip down the shaft. Sometimes, he'd have to clean both at once, his face buried between their sweaty thighs while he sucked their spent cock dry.
His body ached from kneeling in the same position for so long, his fishnets leaving messy runs up his thighs. The lace trim of the maid's dress had ridden up to his waist, completely exposing his fishnets and chastity cage.
Suzie, the sadistic blonde was the first one to have him lick her asshole.
She bent over the table with her ass in the air and her pussy still dripping from where she'd just been fucked. Derek could smell the strong musk of her ass rising up from between her cheeks, the scent of sweat and armpit body odor mixing with the sharp tang of body fluids.
He was told to eat her out by Kayla and Lena in unison after Suzie had requested that he clean up completely. Lena was so amused by the whole thing she had written it on the whiteboard with the others. There were a few other tasks written on there but none made his stomach churn like this did.
After that, he licked a lot of assholes. Some of the men's asses were really hairy and stinky.
The taste of the shit and the assholes mixed with the cum and pussy tasted like a dirty, messy, sex-fueled stew. Derek's stomach churned with every wet, sloppy lick, but his tongue kept moving out of necessity. Kayla and Lena watched him with growing amusement from nearby, sipping drinks and occasionally whispering to each other.
Derek's neck and shoulders ached from holding his position and his head would sag between cleanings, a mixture of cum, tears, and sweat dripping on the floor in front of him. Suddenly a familiar crotch was in front of him and he heard his wife's voice.
"Oh my, honey. You are quite the mess. Are you enjoying yourself?" Margot asked with a smirk, looking down at him in his slutty maid outfit, now soaked in fluids and smells.
Derek looked up at her, his eyes sticky with cum and matted together. She looked radiant and flushed, completely naked with her cum splattered all over her body and dripping out of her hairy pussy.
"I've had an amazing time tonight. So many big cocks. I've never been so satisfied before and you've been a perfect cuckold bitch. I can't wait to come to the next party."
The sounds of the orgy still filled the room, bodies moving and moaning in the shadows, but all Derek could focus on was the way his wife's thigh pressed against his face, the way her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer to her core.
He could see the cum dripping down her inner thighs, could smell the musk of her arousal, could *feel* the heat radiating from her skin.
His stomach twisted with something that felt like pleasure, something that felt like shame, something that felt like deep, abiding devotion. He licked his lips, tasting the remnants of earlier servicing, tasting the faintest trace of her—just a whisper, a ghost, but enough to make his cock pulse against the cage.
Margot's hips rocked slightly, her cunt brushing against his lips, and he didn't hesitate.
His tongue emerged, slow and deliberate, tracing the swollen folds, gathering the warm, salty-sweet nectar that was leaking from her.
"Mmm, that’s what I thought," Margot purred, her voice thick with satisfaction, her fingers tightening in his hair as she pressed him deeper. "My little crotch cleaner. My obedient little husband."
Derek moaned against her, the taste of her—real, tangible, *hers*—flooding his senses. His stomach churned with disgust, but his cock pulsed even harder behind its steel bars, betraying the dark thrill of the night.
He licked faster, this time focusing on finding every last drop of cum still clinging to her inner thighs. His tongue worked methodically, from the sensitive skin just above her knee, up along the curve of her hip, until his mouth hovered right above her swollen slit again.
Margot's breath hitched when his tongue finally pressed against her entrance. She let out a soft moan, her thighs trembling slightly as she held him there. “That’s it, dickless,” she whispered, her voice thick with amusement. “Clean your wife properly.
Make sure you don’t miss a single drop.”
The command is clear, decisively controlling. Derek’s mind is foggy from the hours of servitude, his tongue raw from use, his throat thick with the taste of strangers and now—his wife. Margot’s thighs tense around his ears, her musky scent overwhelming him as he laps at the slick heat between her legs.
She pulled him away from her crotch and knelt down in front of him showing off her beautiful tits coated in thick ropes of cum. "Don't forget the mess up top." Margot purred, her fingers reaching out to push his face against the sticky ropes of cum coating her breasts. The fleshy globs oozed between his lips as he lapped desperately at her skin, the taste of sweat, salt, and some bitter tang that could only be her lingering perfume mixing with semen.
She pulled back slightly, gathering the remaining fluids on her fingertips before painting his cheeks with them, leaving him speckled like a thoroughly marked cum rag. Perfect." She stood up gracefully, her nudity effortless against the backdrop of writhing bodies, her red hair catching the dim light as she looked down at him with something akin to pride.
"Look at you," she murmured, her voice husky, her fingers curling around his chin, lifting it so she could see the full extent of his ruined face - the smeared makeup, the trails of tears, the glistening fluids. "My perfect little whore."
Derek choked back a sob at the words, his body trembling from exhaustion and sensory overload. His knees burned from the carpet, his thighs ached from the position, his mouth felt raw and swollen, and his chastity cage was throbbing with trapped arousal he could never satisfy. Yet through it all, the dark pleasure of submission pulsed through him, making his cock ache even as tears welled in his eyes.
The realization that he couldn’t escape this—wouldn’t want to escape this—only intensified the humiliation. Margot’s fingers traced his scarred jawline, her thumb brushing away a mixture of cum and tears from his cheek.
“You’ve been so good tonight,” she said, her voice dropping to a purr. “But we’re not done yet.”
Margot’s grip shifted from tender to possessive as she pulled him up from the floor. His legs nearly collapsed beneath him, the blood rushing back into his numb limbs with sharp pins and needles.
He swayed as Margot steadied him with a firm grip on his elbow, her nails digging in just enough to remind him of who held the power now. The room tilted, but he focused on the way her breasts swayed with her movements—still gleaming with sticky residue, her nipples little points of desire.
Margot walked him into the center of the room, the crowd was quieter and satiated now, refiling their drinks and relaxing. Derek followed like a marionette on invisible strings, his hips swaying slightly from the unnatural position he had been in for so long and he felt everyone's eyes on him as he staggered across the room covered in bodily juices.
His fishnets were now torn in places, the lace trim of the maid dress barely clinging to his waist, the fabric slick with a mixture of cum, sweat, and tears. The chastity cage dug into his thighs with every step, the confined flesh throbbing in time with his pulse. His face still burned from the hours of servicing, the taste of strangers and his wife lingering on his tongue, the scent of sex clinging to his skin like a second layer of filth.