Chapter 13: The Watching Staff *
Having received the summons from Vik, the staff for the villa was ready and waiting.
They assembled in a loose semicircle near the entrance. Seven of them, five of them, three women and two men.
They couldn’t be said to be wearing clothes. They had golden pasties covering their nipples and a strip of fabric that barely concealed their core.
The men stood in matching jockstraps. All of them were attractive people. They all watched Rebecca as she walked towards them. A hint of curiosity and hunger was barely concealed in their eyes.
Max glanced at them, cock still stiff in his trousers. He noticed on one woman a particularly glaring streak of wetness. Her strip of fabric was damp, and when Max walked close enough, the musk of sweat and sex was obvious.
No one needed to ask what she was doing before they came.
Rebecca scanned the five of them. She didn’t comment on the woman. It was not the first time such a thing happened. Being fed a diet that keeps arousal high, it is almost expected that they have sex at all hours of the day.
"Pair up," she said, her voice steady. "Vik," she gestured to the tallest female staff member.
A blonde with high cheekbones and nipples that threatened to flick the pasties off her supple breasts.
The others quickly found their own partners. Then everyone filed in without a word.
Rebecca took his hand and led him inside.
It was just as he remembered. For a place that saw so much fucking, it was one of the cleanest places he had seen. Rebecca was meticulous about keeping her surroundings looking good.
No sooner had they stepped in than they saw the massive circular bed in the center of the room. The staff was already arranged around them.
Their bodies were pressed together, waiting for their next order.
Rebecca walked to the edge of the bed while Max sat on the cool silk and looked up at her.
"On your knees," he said, a smirk playing on his lips.
The people watching were irrelevant. His job was to take care of the woman in front of him.
The moment she heard his command, she was on her knees. This was the same person the people around them respected. The heady feeling of power once again thrummed in Max’s veins.
"Suck until I cum," he told her.
Before she did anything, she turned to the staff, he professional mask in place. "Whatever we do," she said, "you do. Every touch, every kiss. Every filthy thing, you follow us."
She turned back to him. Max had his legs spread, ready for her; he leaned on the bed like a king waiting for her ministrations. His eyes were dark. He heard her sharp intake of breath.
Max looked at the others getting into position, then back at Rebecca, who was pulling his trousers. She pulled his shaft free; his aching cock twitched. She licked her lips. He smirked.
She opened her mouth and took him in. Max’s fingers threaded through her hair, tightening as he felt her deliberate suction. A low gravelly sound left his throat.
"That’s it. Take it deeper. I know you can."
Then her throat opened for him. He didn’t wait. He was already on edge from her earlier.
He bucked into her mouth, filling her throat. Water appeared at the corners of her eyes. He pulled her back just enough for her to take a breath, then he thrust upward, letting her take him completely.
Max’s voice was rough, "You look beautiful choking on my cock. Everyone’s watching you be a good girl for me."
A muffled moan left her throat, and she sucked him with renewed vigor.
In the room, the sound of heavy breathing and slick sucking sounds rolled off the walls.
Max couldn’t hold it anymore. Even if he had the heart to think about others, which he doesn’t, she had sucked his cock all the way here.
It was already a miracle he didn’t cum the second she took him again.
His fingers gripped her hair, and he thrust into her mouth, each thrust more frantic than the next. His breath hitched. He felt it building and he didn’t resist.
"Swallow," he commanded. "Every drop."
The first pulse came, and it hit the back of her throat. He held her head close to his pelvis. She moaned around him as the second pulse hit.
He sagged back on the bed as the sensation waned.
She pulled away, lips swollen, and opened her mouth. Proof she had taken every drop of him.
"Good girl. Now stand up."
Max wasn’t done with her just yet. As they stood, his hands found the hem of her dress. He peeled it off, dropping it on the floor. She wasn’t wearing a bra, nor was she wearing panties.
He made quick work of his own clothes.
Tapping her pussy, he smirked, "No panties."
She shrugged. "No point."
"On the bed. Get on your back, legs open."
Without the slightest resistance, she made her way to the bed and opened her legs. Max saw her shiver. He knelt at the edge of the bed and lowered his mouth to her cunt.
He swiped his tongue flat against her core. A needy moan left her lips.
Max’s tongue circled Rebecca’s clit. He licked and sucked. His fingers spread the lips, and his tongue played with her clit. His fingers tweaked her nipple with enough force that she arched off the bed.
In the room, the chorus of moans only served to turn Max on. His flaccid shaft was frantically filling up. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of one of the staff.
Her body was trembling and bucking. It was safe to say she was enjoying every bit of it.
He looked up at Rebecca. Her nails were digging into her skin. He was sure if she pressed a little harder, she would draw blood.
Max reached out to his left. His hand touched the thing that was prepared even before they arrived. A butt plug. His mouth didn’t leave her cunt as he reached for it.
He pressed the tip of the plug against her ass, and her hand shot out, grabbing Max’s hair. The moment the plug was inserted, Rebecca’s orgasm ripped through her.
Max stood up, juices dripping from his chin. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked down at Rebecca, still clutching her legs, her body convulsing.
Her looked at her cunt, it was winking at him. Inviting him to bury himself inside her.
He pressed her knees back, opening her wider; she was already at the edge of the bed, all he needed to do was take the plunge. He lined up the head of his cock, and in one swift motion he entered.
"Oh god!" she yelled, and her body convulsed once more.
He thrust inside her, taking her deep. The slap of skin against skin and the obscene sound of wetness coming from between them, coupled with the moans of the other women around the room.
Max could feel her cunt tighten. She had just cum and was still sensitive. And he was flying high on how good her pussy felt and the others watching them.
Her hand braced against his chest, but she couldn’t move. She could only take it. Her listened to her weeping cries telling him to stop, but her body was honest.
She raked her nail along his side.
"Yes," she gasped.
He pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach. Her chest was pressed into the mattress, her ass high and the plug visible between her spread ass cheeks.
Max entered her again and fucked her with long savage strokes. He buried himself inside her. Her pussy gripped him; he was sure she was about to cum.
"Max," she cried out, her voice breathy and ragged.
His fingers found the base of the plug and worked it. He didn’t pull it out. He used it to fuck her with tiny movements.
"So wet," he groaned.
He spread her ass cheeks, watching as his shaft disappeared inside her over and over. The slick between them was turning into frothing, turning into cream, but he didn’t stop.
He slapped her ass. Once. Twice. Rebecca bucked against him.
Her words became nothing more than garbled sounds.
"You’re gonna cum," he groaned, gritting his teeth. "I can feel it."
Using a hand, he held her neck, pressing her into the bed. His other hand gripped her hip, fingers digging into her flesh.
"Good girl," he felt her tightening around him. "Come on. Soak me."
He thrust inside her, his shaft sliding in and out. Her cunt felt incredible, and even as he coaxed an orgasm out of her, he could feel his own rising again.
Increasing the speed of his thrust, he could feel himself on the edge.
"Ah, ahh, ah, cumming."
That was all it took. Rebecca’s cunt closed around him. Her walls undulating.
Max moved his hand from her neck; both hands gripped her hips as he pounded inside her. Faster. Harder.
He felt her hand gripping his thigh, refusing to let him go. As her cunt sucked him, and her hand held his thigh, Max groaned, releasing everything inside her.
Collapsing on the bed, he pulled her close.
"That was round one. Can’t wait to see what you come up with for round two."
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