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Serafina’s Gift: 19

‘Good girl,’ Marcus murmured. ‘You’ll take more cum later.’ He reached out and I whimpered as he smeared the white cum across my lips, in a way that I knew would be clearly visible. ‘That stays there until we tell you to remove it,’ Marcus said meanly.

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Serafina’s Gift: Chapter 19

[Female submission erotica with rough bareback sex with strangers, public exposure, enslavement, dubious consent, lactation play]

I whimpered as Marcus smeared Jesse’s cum across my lips. ‘That stays there until we tell you to remove it,’ he said and I flushed with embarrassment.

I couldn’t walk through the disco like this! I couldn’t walk past the hotel reception. Everyone would see. Marcus must have seen some of the anguish in my face.

‘You should have thought of that before you let a stranger dump his load inside you,’ he said brutally. ‘Pray no-one looks between your legs, darling. There’s more where that came from.’

I flushed so hard that I knew my face was flaming red.

‘P-please don’t make me,’ I whimpered, feeling pathetic.

Having to beg made me even more embarrassed. I told myself to have a backbone. After all, I had only met these people barely half an hour ago, I could just leave. But Marcus just sniggered meanly at me.

‘No-one’s making you do anything, sweetheart,’ he said, his voice dry with sarcasm. ‘You want us to fuck you or not? This is the price you pay, you horny little slut.’

He reached a lazy hand out and brushed the backs of his fingers across my breasts. My nipples were so sensitive, my breasts were so engorged, that even that slight touch through my dress and bra made me flinch.

‘Embarrassment and pain,’ he murmured, his voice laughing at me, while his eyes flickered across to Valerie. ‘My wife loves them both. Don’t you, my darling?’

‘That, and a pretty slut above me while I cum,’ she agreed, standing. ‘Shall we go, my loves? Bring the slut, Jesse.’

Valerie walked in front with her hand on Marcus’ arm, while I followed with Jesse, his arm possessively around my waist. I wanted to be angry with him for holding me as if I was his girlfriend, but I couldn’t be, because I knew I wouldn’t be able to walk properly without his guidance. My feet hurt so badly, I didn’t know why I had worn such ridiculous high heels.

‘I want to stop and take my shoes off,’ I said after we had crossed around the edge of the dancefloor, still packed with bodies. Ahead of me, I could see a long corridor leading into the luxury hotel part of the venue. At the far end, I saw the glossy polished counter of the reception desk.

‘No,’ said Valerie from in front of me, without turning around, and Jesse’s arm tightened around my waist, propelling me forward. ‘I like you in those shoes. They make you look even more like a slut. A whore. Everyone is going to be looking at you, with my husband’s cum dribbling down your thigh. Smeared across your face. Everyone will know that we made you like that.’

She snickered, a gentle, not unkind sound. ‘Be thankful we put your clothes straight again.’

‘But my f-feet hurt,’ I murmured, flushing in humiliation at her refusal, tripping over my feet as I tried to keep up with them. I hated having to beg. ‘Please.’

The three of them just kept walking without breaking a stride along the blessedly empty corridor. Jesse’s firm arm made me walk with him. I knew I could break away from him, but I would fall over, and I didn’t want to.

And I still wanted them to fuck me. I couldn’t afford to have them decide they didn’t want me anymore.

‘Valerie gets what she wants,’ said Jesse to me softly, holding me against him like a vice.

‘I do indeed,’ said Valerie, her voice sounding like deep musical bells. ‘When we get to the room, Jesse, I want you to chain those shoes to the slut’s feet for the impertinence of asking for them to be removed. I want to see them on her later, when you’ve got her legs high above her head and you’re both buried balls deep inside her.’

We had reached the reception room and I flinched in embarrassment as I heard the last of Valerie’s words flow across the room, loud and easy for anyone near us to hear. I felt like everyone in the reception area was looking at me the second we stepped into the large, echoing room.

Three bored black-and-white clad staff stood behind the desk, and they watched us as we tracked across the room. It wasn’t that late yet, and quite a few couples and groups sat around on hotel lounges, talking or waiting for friends. I saw a couple of heads lift as we swept imperiously through the room, and I winced. Jesse’s cum on my face felt like an open wound.

Jesse propelled me through reception in Valerie’s wake, and although I was convinced that everyone was watching me, no-one made a sign. I did hear a woman laughing and I flushed miserably, even though I guessed she probably wasn’t even laughing at me.

‘Maybe we’ll send the slut down later to fetch us dessert from the restaurant,’ said Valerie, not bothering to lower her voice. ‘Dressed like she is, of course. I’ve got a toy upstairs that will make her need to cum with every ten steps or so. We’ll send her down with that strapped to her. With a padlock of course, so she can’t take it off.’

Beside me, I could feel Jesse grinning, and his arm tightened even further around me possessively. In front of me, Marcus chuckled politely as if Valerie had made an important joke.

‘You think of everything, my love,’ he said, raising the hand that was in his arm to his lips. ‘You are — as always — magnificent. I’m sure the girl will do her job admirably.’

I flushed with miserable embarrassment. I felt like the slutty hired help, the horny girl with a hot fuckhole and big breasts — no, lactating breasts — who was expected to do all the work while everyone else got a rest. The only saving grace was that I hadn’t seen anyone in the hotel foyer actually see my lips or dishevelled clothing or the cum running down my legs.

Waiting for the lift, in the bright lights, I was waiting for someone to finally see me and decide to throw me out, but no-one did. Thankfully, the lift was empty and I thought finally the cards had turned my way.

I should have known better.

The lift was luxurious with a padded velvet lounge around the edge. It was also old, reflecting the age of the hotel. Classic rather than modern, but still unutterably luxurious compared to what I was used to. We filed in and the automatic door closed behind us and — too soon — I breathed a huge sigh of relief that the ordeal of the reception hall was over.

I tried not to think about how I was headed to the penthouse suite with a set of strangers who had already been cruel and rude to me, and had promised me more of the same.

Everything would be okay, I told myself watching the lights slowly rise up the floors in the lift. I just needed them to fuck me. They were just going to fuck me. Then Valerie smiled at me and pressed the ‘pause’ button with an expensively gloved hand.

‘I know these lifts,’ she said. ‘They don’t have a proper alarm system. We can stay here as long as we like, and they won’t notice.’ I didn’t like how she was smiling at me, and it turned out that I was right. ‘Get your dress off,’ Valerie said, her voice blunt. ‘Now.’

‘I d-don’t understand,’ I started to say but she stepped forward and slapped my face, hard.

‘Now, slut,’ she said, without raising her voice.

Trembling, reeling from the slap, not knowing why I was obeying but obeying nevertheless, I lifted the dress over my head, feeling numb when Jesse took it away from my shaking fingers. I stood in front of her in just my underwear, my bra hardly fitting over my swollen, tortured breasts, my crotchless panties only a strap of lace running from my hips and waist down to my crotch.

Valerie smiled at me again, looking me up and down. ‘You look like a stripper,’ she smiled at me. ‘Wanton and ready to fuck. Breasts enhanced so that the men pay more attention to you.’

She chuckled softly and closed her fingers and thumbs around one of my aching breasts through the bra, squeezing maliciously. I hissed in pain, my mouth feeling dry.

‘One of my husbands has fucked you,’ she said, her voice silky smooth. ‘But not the other. It’s his turn.’

She beckoned me towards Marcus, seated his legs spread arrogantly wide on the velvet seat. As I watched, he loosened his belt and unzipped his suit trousers. He wasn’t wearing underpants and my eyes widened as a hard, thick, perfectly straight shaft sprang forth.

‘Go impale yourself on him,’ Valerie said, giving my nipple a vicious parting flick with her finger so that I yelped. ‘Do your job. When we get to the room, you’re going to be focusing on making me cum. I want him to have some release before he has to wait for his turn with you.’

When do I get release? I thought, but I already knew the answer. Not until they were all done. And even then only when they were ready.

I am the hired help, I thought, and they can’t even be bothered to be nice to me. But I still wanted them to fuck me — or rather, I knew I couldn’t face going home now, needy and alone, desperate for sex and trapped alone in my small apartment.

Moving as if in a dream, I stepped on unsteady legs across towards the unsmiling Marcus. His eyes were fixed on my breasts, his hand running up and down his huge erection with long, slow strokes. As I watched, a stream of pre-cum burst from him, running in a slippery stream down the side of his shaft. He didn’t look at my face and I felt disregarded, objectified.

The seat in the lift was really too narrow but moving as if hypnotised, I placed my knees on either side of Marcus’ hips. He leaned back, his hands moving straight to my hips.

‘You’re a wet little slut,’ he murmured, still not smiling. ‘You deserve everything we do to you. Do your milksacks hurt?’

I flushed, realising he meant my breasts.

‘Yes,’ I whispered, shamefacedly, wondering why these people couldn’t just be nice to me.

‘Good,’ Marcus said, his breath deliberately slow as he held back his lust. ‘Lower yourself onto me. I want to be inside you.’

Wondering again why I was obeying, I lowered myself carefully down, clinging onto the narrow seat behind Marcus to keep my balance. It wasn’t long before I felt the warm, hard head of his penis pressing like a divining rod against my soft labia. Moving automatically, I angled myself so he was in line with my entrance, and lowered myself further, sighing disjointedly as I felt him sliding into me like an invader.

He let his thick head slide into me and then he used strong hands on my hips to pull me down, firmly, ruthlessly while I squeaked with shock.

‘Now fuck yourself onto me,’ he said, his eyes half shut. ‘Jesse will hold the lift. I’ve got you here as long as I want you, my little whore.’

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