Three men. Two cocks inside me. One in my mouth. I was stretched wide, dripping, devoured from every angle. They moved in rhythm—hips grinding, tongues claiming, hands anchoring. I moaned around the thick length filling my throat, every nerve lit up as I was fucked, fed, worshipped. This wasn’t about restraint. This was about surrender. And my body begged for more.

The fire was low. Our dresses slipped off. Her mouth was on my friend. His hands were on me. The tent was thick with sweat, sex, and moans. The wife licked her husband's cum off my chest while my friend fingered me back to climax. The night air cooled our skin as we left them fucking by firelight—bodies sore, lips swollen, drenched in pleasure.

Each man had been given a key card and a specific time to enter, spaced fifteen minutes apart to build the suspense.

As we settled into the intimate space, you leaned in, your voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "Are you up for a game of truth or dare?"

.. is it the two tradies wanting to watch or join in on the fun???

The sound of the door opening and closing reached my ears, followed by the soft murmur of voices. A male and a female had entered the room.

My heart raced as I knelt before one of the glory holes, my fingers trembling with a mixture of nerves and eagerness. The idea of pleasuring a stranger, unseen and anonymous, sent shivers down my spine. I ran my fingers over the edge of the hole, feeling the cool, smooth surface.

Nearby, a trio of women were pleasuring each other on a plush rug, their tongues and fingers exploring every inch of each other's bodies.

And then, they widened as they landed on the thick, veined cock standing hard in front of his face. The man gripped the base of it, stroking himself lazily. “Time to show me what she’s trained you to do.”

Felix pounded into him, groaning as he thrust deep one final time, spilling inside My Little Slut’s used hole. The submissive’s whole body convulsed, his face twisted in pleasure and humiliation as he felt himself being filled.