House Slut - S01 E92

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House Slut - S01 E92

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 92

The speaker was suddenly before her, at least as far as she could tell from her inverted position. He was fully dressed, and Tegan supposed that as Master of ceremonies he was refraining from participating, at least for now. He was holding out a pill between his gloved fingers in front of her where she could see it.

“An enhancement?” He offered quietly. “It is not unlike ecstasy, but with greater aphrodisiac qualities.”

“Do I have to?”

“No.” He said kindly. “It is another vice, but not required.”

Tegan mulled it over, slightly distracted by the mouth at work on her pussy, her toes curling. She was already feeling a high level of sexual energy and didn’t really believe she required chemical enhancement, but she’d done E and acid as a student in university and didn’t see the harm. Eventually she decided that – in for a penny, in for a pound – she might as well. She opened her mouth and extended her tongue to invite the Speaker to place the pill on it and he did, holding a bottle of water to her lips so she could take a sip and swallow more easily. The Speaker moved on, presumably to offer narcotics to the other women, and once he was out of the way her view was blocked by the waxed genitalia of a slightly overweight man, his hairless balls dangling in front of her as he cradled her head in his hand and fed his average-sized cock between her parted lips. It quickly became apparent he was satisfied to simply fuck her mouth and she focused on keeping her lips in a snug O around his shaft as he slid in and out, moaning gently as the man between her legs kept up her persistent oral ministrations, two fingers inside her as he vigorously circled her clit with his tongue.

For a while she was aware of little but the pleasure building inside her, the steady rhythm of the man in her mouth, the distant grunting and wet noises as presumably this scene played out around the room. Then she became aware of a warm, almost tingling sensation and her mind drifted as she became incredibly relaxed. She began to feel almost like she was sleepwalking or in a deep fog, while also being fully aware of the goings on around her, the tingles in her body shooting directly to her crotch like a lightning rod being the only thing keeping her grounded.

The man in her mouth buried himself as deep as he could, his balls tightening, the swollen tip tickling the back of her throat, and she came at the same time he did, her thighs shaking and legs flexing as she reflexively swallowed the load shooting into her mouth. She continued to suck at the twitching rod, eliciting another groan from the man and a second smaller squirt of cream, then he stepped back pulling from her mouth. She gasped for air, her breaths coming as moans as the man continued to go down on her, his fingers curled up into her g-spot. She was normally too sensitive to put up with continued touch following an orgasm but this was different: not only did she have no say in the matter unless she wanted to utter the safeword and end her night early, but her quivering body hungered for more even while she was in the throes of orgasmic bliss.

Another orgasmic shockwave rolled through her as a second man stepped up to her panting mouth and started to use it. He was a little longer than the first man but with her head titled back it didn’t matter. He cradled her head maintaining a straight tunnel from her lips to her throat and eased himself in all the way, Tegan’s well-suppressed gag reflex having no issue. She squirmed as the man going down on her inserted a third finger into her slick hole, feeling the slight stretch as her clenching muscles accommodated it, but it was a simple adjustment. Three fingers was tame compared to some of the punishment her hole had been subjected to lately. She felt like she was teetering on the edge of another orgasm as the Speaker’s voice cut through the music again.



“In the Fourth circle, those who succumbed to the sin of Greed are crushed beneath relentless weights.”

Tegan let out a disappointed moan as the fingers withdrew from her and the mouth stopped working her aching clit, but almost immediately she felt something else enter her – a penis, most likely. The shaft that sank into her was a good size and she let out a muffled sigh of pleasure as she felt it fill her slick hole completely. The man in her mouth had stopped moving and was simply holding himself in her mouth. She tried to move her head, assuming that perhaps he was leaving it to her to do some of the work but he clamps his hand down over her throat, pinning her against the table so she could not move. He wasn’t choking her but his hand on her neck was enough to assert control as she was forced to simply lie there and take it as the man between her legs began to move, slowly easing in and out at first before building to a steady rhythm. He seemed to be in no hurry and was taking his time enjoying the warm slickness of her tight hole. The other men, at least three sets of hands continued to roam over her naked torso, occasionally wandering fingers would tug roughly on her nipples, creating pangs of a pleasurable pain that made her nether regions ache with the need for release. She silently begged for the man to fuck her properly, fuck her hard, but he was maintaining a steady rhythm. Just when Tegan felt that surely he would be nearing his finish he stepped back leaving her glistening slit vacant for the briefest of moments before he was replaced. A fresh cock entered her and began pumping immediately, her body well prepared and needy. She urged her hips upwards trying to meet his thrusts but the hand on her throat, almost warningly, pressed down a little harder which discouraged her. She was feeling lightheaded and lost, her insides somewhere between her hips felt insistent, almost like an itch that couldn’t be scratched, and she wondered if this was the effect of the pill, making her need to be fucked no matter what, so she would be more susceptible to the trials ahead.

Every time it seemed like the man inside her was about to cum he stepped away and another man was hot-swapped in. At some point the man in her mouth removed himself and switched places to use her pussy for a while, leaving her mouth free to let out passionate cries of need, always on the verge of but never quite reaching another orgasm – by that same token it seemed the men, apart from the first one to use her mouth, were refraining from finishing as far as she could tell as well. While she commended their restraint, she wanted to feel their cum on or in her almost as badly as she wanted release for herself. Her pussy ached but the men continued to slide in and out and she could feel her juices trickling down her thighs – she must be the wettest she’d ever been. As another man hot-swapped in to use her dripping hole she tried to lock her ankles behind him to draw him in close but two other men pulled her legs apart and pushed them back, spreading her wide as he pushed his cock up inside her. This man was considerably thicker that the rest had been – she’d lost count but figured this had to be the last one in her group – and she let out a surprised gasp as he burrowed into her core.

“Please.” She urged. “Fuck me. Cum in me.”

“Greedy whore.” The man retorted with a growl as he wrapped his large, strong hand around her throat. “We decide when you have earned your reward.”

He began to move, his fat cock pushing in and out of her, a gentle squishing sound emanating as her vaginal walls clenched in response to his words, her legs trembling. She was sure that she would finally come but the man seemed to sense exactly where her edge was and keep her balanced them, moving agonisingly slowly.

“Please.” She repeated, her voice fillwed with desperation. She had never needed anything so badly. Surely he must need this as much as her – she surmised that orgasm denial was the whole point of the ritual but the fact that the men were refraining as well only made her need more urgent. After while the man moved on and he was replaced by another. She supposed it was time for a second rotation – she was so close to her edge that she felt like she would surely burst at any moment but knowing this the men barely moved, simply taking turns warming their cocks inside her while they played with her nipples, and she started to lose track of time, lulled into a trance.