Chapter 20: The orgy
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The room was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the air heavy with the weight of what had just transpired. The hardwood floor, once polished to a gleaming shine, now bore the faint, sticky remnants of Finn’s cum, smeared in places where Arthur’s desperate tongue had lapped at it. The lamp in the corner cast a dim, golden glow over the scene, its light catching the sheen of sweat on Arthur’s flushed skin. The couch, usually a place of comfort, now seemed like a throne for Eleanor’s cruelty, its cushions still indented from where Mark and Leo had lounged, watching Arthur’s humiliation with amused detachment.
The air was thick with the scent of whiskey, cologne, and the musky tang of sex—an intoxicating cocktail that made Arthur’s head spin. His tiny cock, still twitching in the aftermath of his pathetic orgasm, felt raw and exposed, the cage’s absence leaving him vulnerable in a way he hadn’t anticipated. He could still taste Finn’s cum on his tongue, bitter and salty, the memory of it making his stomach clench with shame.
Eleanor leaned back against the couch, her legs crossed in a way that made her dress ride up just enough to tease the curve of her thigh.
She smirked at Arthur, her eyes gleaming with cruel amusement as she watched him kneel there, pathetic and humiliated.
"Well, now that you've had your fun, it's time for me to have mine." Eleanor said with a cruel smile, then she looked up at Moira.
"Would you like to join me in a little fun with some real men, Moira?" Eleanor asked, her voice dripping with wicked delight. "I think our little cuck here could use a lesson in how a real woman gets fucked."
Moira's eyes gleamed with excitement as she looked at Arthur, her lips curling into a cruel smile. "Oh, I'd love to," she purred, running a finger along Eleanor's bare arm. "But only if he has to watch."
Eleanor smirked, her fingers tracing the hem of her dress. "Of course he does. That's the best part." She turned her gaze to Arthur, her eyes dark with lust and cruelty. "Get on the floor, cuck.
Right there where you belong." Eleanor commanded, her voice dripping with cruel amusement as she pointed to the spot on the hardwood floor where Arthur had just licked up Finn's cum.
Arthur's face burned with humiliation as he crawled to the spot, his tiny, spent cock still twitching pathetically between his legs. He could feel the sticky residue of cum beneath his knees, the cold wood pressing against his skin as he knelt down. His heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps as he looked up at the women.
The men moved in and surrounded the two women running their hands all over their luscious bodies.
Arthur watched in horror as his wife and Moira were stripped naked and pushed onto the couch. Their bodies were perfect, their skin smooth and soft, their curves begging to be touched. The men wasted no time, their hands roaming over every inch of them, their fingers dipping into their wet pussies, their tongues lapping at their nipples.
Arthur's tiny cock twitched as he watched the scene unfold. He was both horrified and aroused, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He had watched his wife with other men before, but watching Moira was new. Seeing her naked body, seeing her response to the other men, all while knowing he would never get to touch her, but would be teased with what he could never have.
He watched as Moira’s full breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and pink, her lips parted in a moan. He watched as Eleanor’s back arched, her fingers clawing at the couch as Finn’s thick cock pounded into her, her pussy stretched obscenely around his girth.
Arthur’s tiny cock twitched pathetically, a single drop of pre-cum beading at the tip. He felt a mix of humiliation and arousal, his body betraying him as he watched the scene unfold. He could feel the weight of the men’s stares on him, their amusement palpable as they laughed at his pathetic little dick.
His face burned with humiliation, but his cock twitched again, betraying his arousal as he watched the scene unfolding in front of him.
Eleanor’s legs were spread wide, her glistening pussy already slick with arousal. Finn stood between her thighs, his thick cock in hand, the veiny shaft glistening with pre-cum. He teased her entrance, rubbing the head of his cock up and down her slit, making her whimper with need.
"Fuck, look at that," Mark said, his voice rough with lust as he watched. "She’s already dripping for it."
Leo stepped forward, his cock already hard and jutting out from his body.
He grabbed Eleanor by the hips and flipped her over onto her hands and knees, her ass in the air, her pussy glistening and swollen with arousal. "You want to be fucked like a slut, Eleanor?" he growled, slapping her ass hard enough to make it jiggle.
Eleanor moaned, her fingers digging into the couch cushions. "Yes, please, fuck me," she begged, her voice trembling with need.
Leo didn’t waste any time. He grabbed his thick cock and lined it up with Eleanor’s dripping pussy. With one hard thrust, he buried himself inside her, making her cry out in pleasure.
Her pussy stretched obscenely around his thick girth, her wet lips clinging to every vein as he pulled back and slammed into her again. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, the wet squelch of her pussy taking every inch of him echoing off the walls.
"Fuck, yes—just like that!" Eleanor gasped, her voice breathless as Leo’s cock pounded into her. Her tits swayed beneath her, bouncing with each thrust as she arched her back, pushing her ass higher into the air.
Mark stepped forward, his cock already hard and dripping. He grabbed Eleanor’s hair and yanked her head back, forcing her to look up at him.
"You’re such a fucking slut for my cock," he growled, his voice rough with lust. "You love taking every inch of me, don’t you?"
Eleanor could only whimper in response, her body trembling as Leo’s thick cock stretched her pussy to its limits. She could feel every ridge, every vein, every inch of him as he pounded into her, his balls slapping against her clit with each thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, her pussy clenching around him as she moaned in pleasure.
Arthur watched in horror as his wife was fucked like a whore in front of him.
His tiny cock, already half-hard from the humiliation, twitched pathetically as he watched Leo’s thick cock disappear into Eleanor’s dripping pussy. The wet, obscene sounds of her being fucked filled the room, her moans mixing with the men’s grunts and the slap of skin against skin.
"Fuck, look at that tight little cunt take my cock," Leo growled, his fingers digging into Eleanor’s hips as he pounded into her. His balls slapped against her clit with every thrust, the sound wet and lewd. Eleanor’s pussy was stretched obscenely around his thick shaft, her lips glistening with her arousal as they clung to every vein.