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“Now get your worthless mouth on my cunt, Paul. Bury your face in it and eat me like your life depends on it. Don’t you dare stop until I’ve flooded your pathetic face.”

Paul dove in eagerly, his tongue lapping at my soaked pussy. I moaned and ground myself hard against his mouth.

“Deeper, you stupid fucking idiot! Push your tongue inside my hole. Suck on my clit properly, you dirty little slut!” I demanded, riding his face. “That’s it… make me cum all over your stupid fucking face.”

I looked over at Diana and Charles, my ginger hair falling messily over my shoulders as I used Paul’s mouth.

“Make me cum hard, Paul,” I growled, grinding faster. “I’m going to drown you in my juices, you filthy fucking whore!”

The pleasure built quickly. I gripped his hair tighter and rode his tongue furiously.

“Fuck yes… right there! Don’t stop! I’m going to squirt down your throat!”

I came violently, crying out as I squirted hard into his open mouth and all over his face. My juices soaked his chin, cheeks, and hair as I kept grinding against him, using his face until I was completely satisfied.

I finally pushed his drenched, humiliated face away and leaned back, breathing heavily with a big, satisfied smile.

“What a perfect little toy you are, Paul.”

Here's the story from Paul's point of view:

I was on all fours on the thick carpet in one of the grand sitting rooms at a large house near Windsor, completely naked and trembling with shame and arousal. My arse was raised high like an animal in heat. I could feel their eyes on me, Diana and Charles watching from the plush Regency sofa as Sarah stood behind me with that monstrous black dildo strapped to her hips.

Diana’s calm, elegant voice cut through the air as her hand moved steadily on Charles’s cock.

“Go on, Sarah,” she said sweetly. “Fuck him properly. I want to watch my servant get his tight little arsehole stretched and ruined by that huge black cock.”

Sarah slapped my arse hard, the sting making me flinch. “Arch your back, you pathetic slut. Spread those cheeks and show us how badly you need this fat black dick destroying your guts.”

I obeyed instantly, spreading my knees wider and pushing my arse back toward her. The fat head of the enormous strap-on pressed against my hole, and before I could brace myself, Sarah slammed forward.

“Fuuuuck!” I cried out as the massive toy brutally stretched me open, forcing its way deep inside my arse. The burning fullness was overwhelming.

“Shut your mouth and take it, you worthless arse-whore,” Sarah growled, driving even deeper. “This is what you’ve always been, a snivelling, cock-hungry bitch begging to be buggered in front of your betters.”

She started fucking me with long, powerful strokes, each thrust slamming harder than the last. The thick black cock rubbed relentlessly against my prostate, sending humiliating waves of pleasure through me. My own cock was rock hard and leaking onto the carpet beneath me.

Diana’s voice was soft but cruel as she stroked Charles faster. “Look at him, Charles. On all fours like a desperate bitch in heat, getting his shithole destroyed right in front of us. His pathetic little prick is already dripping everywhere.”

Sarah laughed and started pounding me mercilessly, her hips almost slapping against my arse. “Take every fucking inch, you disgusting little cumrag. I’m going to rearrange your bowels with this cock.”

I couldn’t hold back the moans. Every brutal thrust made me whimper and gasp like a whore. The pressure on my prostate was too much.

“Oh god… I’m going to cum!” I whined pathetically.

Sarah reached around, grabbed my leaking cock and wanked me roughly while continuing to slam into me.

“Cum then, you filthy little fucking slut! Shoot your load while I wreck your dirty arsehole like the cheap whore you are!”

I couldn’t stop it. My whole body shook as I came spurting messily all over the carpet while Sarah kept brutally fucking my arse through the orgasm. The humiliation burned hot in my face.

Diana sounded pleased. “Mmm, what a lovely mess. Paul… get over here right now.”

Still impaled on Sarah’s massive strap-on, I crawled forward on my hands and knees until I was in front of Charles. His cum was splattered all over his pinstriped trousers.

“Lick it all up like the disgusting little cum-eater you are,” Diana ordered. “Swallow every drop of it, Paul. Good boy.”

I lowered my head and began licking Charles’s warm cum off his trousers, tasting the salty bitterness as I ran my tongue over the fabric, swallowing every sticky strand while they watched.

Sarah finally pulled the huge dildo out of my ruined, gaping hole. She sat back on a chair, spread her pale thighs, and yanked me by the hair toward her wet ginger pussy.

“Now get over here and eat my cunt, you pathetic little pussy-licker. Bury your face in it and don’t stop until I’ve flooded your worthless mouth.”

I pressed my face between her thighs and started licking desperately, my tongue working over her clit and pushing inside her. Sarah moaned and ground her soaked pussy hard against my mouth.

“Deeper, you fucking idiot! Get your tongue inside my hole. Suck my clit properly, you dirty little slut!” she demanded, riding my face. “That’s it… make me cum all over your stupid face.”

Diana’s voice drifted over me as I licked. “Make her cum hard, Paul. I want to see her drown you in her juices.”

Sarah’s grip in my hair tightened painfully as she bucked faster. “Fuck yes… right there! Don’t you dare stop! I’m going to squirt down your throat, you filthy fucking whore!”

She came violently, crying out as she flooded my mouth and face with her hot juices. I kept licking frantically, swallowing as much as I could while the rest soaked my chin, cheeks, and hair.

Completely used and drenched in their fluids, I stayed on my knees, panting and humiliated, as Diana gave a soft, satisfied laugh.

Here's the story from Charles’s point of view:

I sat on the ornate Regency sofa in one of the grand sitting rooms at a big house near Windsor, trousers open, my hard penis already standing up proudly in the cool air. Diana sat elegantly to my left, looking every bit the composed beauty she always was. Without a word, she reached over with her right hand and wrapped her soft, warm fingers around my erect shaft. The moment she started slowly stroking me, a low groan escaped my throat.

In front of us on the floor, Paul was on all fours like a naked, pathetic animal, his pale backside high in the air. Sarah stood behind him, her ginger hair wild, the massive black strap-on jutting obscenely from her vagina.

Diana’s hand moved smoothly up and down my phallus as she spoke, her voice calm but dripping with wicked amusement.

“Go on, Sarah,” she said. “Fuck him properly. I want to watch my servant get his tight little arsehole stretched and ruined by that huge black cock.”

Sarah slapped Paul’s arse hard, making him flinch. “Arch your back, you pathetic slut. Spread those cheeks and show us how badly you need this fat black dick destroying your guts.”

I watched, mesmerised, as Sarah pressed the enormous head of the strap-on against Paul’s sphincter muscle and slammed forward. Paul cried out loudly as the thick toy forced its way deep inside him.

“Fuuuuck… it’s too big!” he whimpered.

“Shut your mouth and take it, you worthless arse-whore,” Sarah growled, driving deeper. “This is what you’ve always been, a snivelling, cock-hungry bitch begging to be buggered in front of your betters.”

Diana’s grip tightened around my rigid shaft. She stroked me faster, twisting her wrist over the sensitive glands on every stroke. The pleasure mixed with the filthy sight in front of me was overwhelming.

“Look at him, Charles,” Diana purred filthily into my ear. “On all fours like a desperate bitch in heat, getting his shithole destroyed right in front of us. His pathetic little prick is already leaking like a faucet.”

Sarah began pounding Paul with brutal, deep strokes, her hips slapping loudly against his arse. “Take every fucking inch, you disgusting little cumrag. I’m going to rearrange your bowels with this cock.”

Paul was moaning and whimpering like a whore, his own cock rock hard and dripping onto the carpet as Sarah hammered his prostate mercilessly.

“Oh god… I’m going to cum!” he whined pathetically.

Sarah laughed cruelly and reached around, roughly wanking his leaking cock while she continued slamming into him. “Cum then, you filthy fucking slut! Shoot your load while I wreck your dirty arsehole like the cheap whore you are!”

Paul let out a broken, high-pitched cry and had a hard orgasm. His penis spurted messily all over the floor as Sarah kept brutally buggering him through his orgasm. The sight of our servant achieving orgasm from being sodomised like a bitch was too much.

I felt my testicles tighten. Diana’s expert hand kept pumping me faster.

With a deep, guttural groan, I thrust up into her fist in a violent orgasm. Thick jets of ejaculate shot into the air before raining down messily all over my pinstriped trousers, leaving shiny white snail trail streaks across the expensive fabric.

Diana continued slowly milking me, squeezing out every last drop with a satisfied little smile.

“Mmm, what a lovely mess,” she murmured. “Paul… crawl over here right now.”

Still shaking and with Sarah’s massive strap-on still buried deep in his bottom, Paul crawled forward obediently. He lowered his head and began licking the semen off my trousers, his tongue lapping up every sticky strand like an eager dog.

“That’s it,” Diana cooed. “Lick it all up like the disgusting little cum-eater you are. Swallow every drop of it, Paul. Good boy.”

Sarah finally pulled the huge black dildo out of Paul’s gaping hole with a wet sound. She sat back on a nearby chair, spread her pale thighs wide, and grabbed him by the hair.

“Now get over here and eat my cunt, you pathetic little pussy-licker. Bury your face in it and don’t stop until I’ve flooded your worthless mouth.”

Paul dove between her legs and started licking frantically. Sarah moaned loudly and ground her wet pussy against his face.

“Deeper, you fucking idiot! Get your tongue inside my hole. Suck my clit properly, you dirty little slut!” she demanded. “That’s it… make me cum all over your stupid face.”

Diana kept lazily stroking my spent cock, watching with clear enjoyment. “Make her cum hard, Paul. I want to see her drown you in her juices.”

Sarah’s breathing grew ragged. She gripped Paul’s hair tightly and rode his tongue like a woman possessed. “Fuck yes… right there! Don’t you dare stop! I’m going to squirt down your throat, you filthy fucking whore!”

With a loud cry, Sarah came violently. She squirted hard into Paul’s open mouth and all over his face, soaking his chin, cheeks, and hair. Paul kept licking desperately, swallowing as much as he could while the rest dripped down his face.

I leaned back on the sofa, breathing heavily, my cock still twitching in Diana’s hand as I watched the depraved scene.

Diana gave me one final squeeze and whispered softly, “What a wonderfully depraved evening, wouldn’t you say?”

Here's the story from Diana's point of view:

I sat comfortably on the ornate Regency sofa in one of the grand sitting rooms at Windsor, the heavy curtains drawn tight for privacy. Charles sat beside me, his cock already out, thick, hard, and resting against his thigh. I reached over with my right hand and wrapped my fingers around his warm shaft, slowly stroking him with long, firm movements.

In front of us on the floor, Paul was on all fours like an obedient little pet, completely naked with his pale arse raised high. Sarah stood behind him, her ginger hair loose and wild, wearing nothing but the massive black strap-on harnessed around her hips.

I smiled as I continued wanking Charles, my hand sliding smoothly up and down his cock.

“Go on, Sarah,” I said sweetly, my voice dripping with amusement. “Fuck him properly. I want to watch my servant get his tight little arsehole stretched and ruined by that huge black cock.”

Sarah grinned and slapped Paul’s arse hard, making him yelp. “You heard her, Paul. Arch your back and spread those cheeks wider, you pathetic slut. Show us how badly you need this fat black dick in your guts.”

I tightened my grip on Charles’s cock as Sarah pressed the enormous head against Paul’s hole and thrust forward brutally. Paul cried out as the thick toy forced its way inside him.

“Fuuuuck… it’s too big!” he whimpered.

“Shut your mouth and take it, you worthless arse-whore,” Sarah growled, driving deeper. “This is what you’ve always been, a snivelling little cock-hungry bitch begging to be buggered.”

I stroked Charles faster, twisting my wrist over the sensitive head on every upstroke. “Look at him, Charles,” I purred into his ear. “On all fours like a desperate bitch in heat, getting his shithole destroyed right in front of us. His pathetic little prick is already leaking everywhere.”

Sarah started pounding Paul with deep, savage strokes, her hips slapping loudly against his arse. “That’s it, you disgusting little cumrag. Take every fucking inch. I’m going to rearrange your fucking bowels with this cock.”

Paul was moaning shamelessly, his own cock rock hard and dripping onto the carpet as Sarah hammered his prostate.

“Oh god… I’m going to cum!” he whined pathetically.

Sarah laughed and reached around to roughly wank his leaking cock while she continued slamming into him. “Cum then, you filthy fucking butler slut! Shoot your load while I wreck your dirty arsehole like the cheap whore you are!”

Paul let out a broken, high-pitched cry and came hard, spurting all over the floor beneath him as Sarah kept brutally fucking him through his orgasm.

The humiliating sight of Paul cumming hands-free from being sodomised pushed Charles over the edge. He groaned deeply and thrust up into my fist. Powerful jets of cum shot high into the air before raining down messily across his pinstriped trousers.

I kept slowly milking him, squeezing out every last drop with a satisfied smile.

“Mmm, what a lovely mess,” I murmured. “Paul… crawl over here right now.”

Still trembling and with Sarah’s massive strap-on still buried deep in his arse, Paul crawled forward obediently. He lowered his head and started licking Charles’s cum off the expensive trousers, his tongue lapping up every sticky strand.

“That’s it,” I cooed, watching him with delight. “Lick it all up like the disgusting little cum-eater you are. Swallow every drop of it, Paul. Good boy.”

Sarah finally pulled the huge black dildo out of Paul’s gaping hole with a wet pop. She sat back on a nearby chair, spread her pale thighs wide, and grabbed him by the hair.

“Now get over here and eat my cunt, you pathetic little pussy-licker. Bury your face in it and don’t stop until I’ve flooded your worthless mouth.”

Paul dove between her legs eagerly, licking and sucking at her wet ginger pussy. Sarah moaned loudly and ground herself against his face.

“Deeper, you fucking idiot! Get your tongue inside my hole. Suck my clit properly, you dirty little slut!” she demanded, riding his mouth harder. “That’s it… make me cum all over your stupid face.”

I continued lazily stroking Charles’s spent cock, thoroughly enjoying the show. “Make her cum hard, Paul. I want to see her drown you in her juices.”

Sarah’s breathing grew ragged. She gripped Paul’s hair tightly and bucked against his tongue. “Fuck yes… right there! Don’t you dare stop! I’m going to squirt down your throat, you filthy fucking whore!”

With a loud cry, Sarah came violently. She squirted hard into Paul’s open mouth and all over his face, soaking his chin, cheeks, and hair. Paul kept licking desperately, swallowing as much of her cum as he could while the rest dripped down his face.

“Good girl, Sarah,” I said softly with a wicked smile. “And well done, Paul. You really are such an obedient little toy.”

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