Maid to Order (24 page)

They wasted no time. Gavin was first to arrive and had his cock out of his trousers and in my mouth before he’d even got his breath back. One of his friends got down behind me, rubbing his soft cock in the slit of my bottom and joking with Gavin for the state I was in and how much fun they were going to have with me. Others were clustering around, mainly the Razorback boys, but also Annabelle and Harmony, while I could hear shouts from the main body of the hotel as Mr Hegedus called for the last few people to come and join in.

Before Gavin was even hard, I was surrounded by a ring of eager men and women too; Lucius with his cock in Penny’s hand as she got him ready to enter me, Stefan feigning disgust but squeezing his crotch, Vince the workman gloating openly. I could hear still more: Monty and Jeff complaining that they couldn’t see, Mr Enos asking wheezily if somebody would mind fetching him a chair and his Viagra tablets, Kay saying she hoped I’d be OK and almost in the same breath asking to borrow Amber’s strap-on dildo.

The man who’d been rutting between my bum cheeks stuck it in the moment he was hard; holding me by my hips, he pumped away to make my body rock to the same rhythm, rowed back and forth on his cock and Gavin’s. Somebody got down and began to grope my tits and rub his cock in my armpit, with Harmony on the other side, fiddling with my pussy and my spare tit. Her touch was more than I could take, bringing me to my first orgasm before either of the men inside me had come.

Neither was far behind: Gavin filled my mouth with sticky, salty come before whipping his cock free to show off by doing it in my hair. Then his friend imitated the gesture by pulling free to spunk all over my upturned bottom. Two others replaced them, the man who’d been fucking my armpit and Mr Judd, both rocking me back and forth on their cocks. Somewhere in the background I was vaguely aware of the Tradesman complaining that my virginity had been ruined, but nobody was taking any notice of him, me least of all.

I’d got what I wanted, caught and used by everybody. But now that I was staked out with a cock in both ends, I wasn’t sure if I could take it. Not that it mattered what I thought, because none of the men and not many of the girls even bothered to check that I was OK before taking their turn. They just got stuck in, even the shyest of them determined to get his share, man after man entering me mouth or cunt. Harmony was the first woman to take me, holding me by my hair as she forced my face to her sex, and Monty the first to bugger me, using the spunk dribbling from my pussy to lube me up without a second thought and ramming himself home until I could feel his balls.

By the time he’d finished with me I was gaping; my bumhole as easy to fuck as my cunt. And when one of the Razorback boys slid in underneath me so I could mount his cock, I got another up my bum at the same time, with a third in my mouth. I couldn’t even see by then; my eyes were closed beneath the sticky coating from all the men who thought it was fun to come in my face, so a beard of spunk and saliva was soon hanging from my chin. I’d drunk so much my belly was swollen, and if I ended up pregnant there were going to be twenty or more men who might be father, while after the third man had spunked up my bum it was starting to come back out in little squirts. Melody must have fucked me at some point too, but I could no longer tell the difference between dildo and cock; my cunt was too hot and slimy, and my senses were reeling from what seemed to be an endless supply of shafts pumping into my body. I’m lost count of how many times I’d come as well, from people fiddling with me, men and women both, from balls slapping my pussy lips as they used me, and from Annabelle, when Melody made her lick me out from behind and swallow what she got in her mouth.

She rubbed off while she did it, and she was the last, or so I thought, only to catch a rustle of movement and a ripple of voices as they made space around me. I knew Karay was going to fuck me, because none of them had that much respect for each other. The flash of a camera through my spunk sodden eyelids and I was doubly certain. I couldn’t stop it happening, and I didn’t want to, but that did nothing to calm my sobbing or to stop my aching limbs starting to twitch as I waited for it to happen.

I felt him touch me, and an instant later I’d been mounted, his long, bulbous cock rammed home in my slippery cunt, his weight on my back, his hair tickling me between my bum cheeks. The others began to clap and cheer, watching me humped with ever rising enthusiasm, egging Karay to fuck me harder and faster still, and breaking into catcalls and delighted laughter as I came. I just couldn’t help it, the orgasm rising up to break in my head for the sheer joy of my fucking, for what was being done to me, and for all the people watching – an audience who’d just used me themselves and were enjoying the sight of my supreme degradation.

My vision went red as my climax tore through me, and with my cunt in violent contraction on his cock, Karay came too, filling me with so much spunk that it exploding out of my straining hole. There were wild cheers and a second peak for me, more powerful than the first at the exact same moment that he stuffed everything he had up me with one furious shove. I screamed, my climax bursting inside me in mingled agony and ecstasy, my vision red again, then black.

I came to face down in a puddle of mud and spunk after Harmony threw a bucket of water over us, which was one of only a few clear memories when I awoke the next morning. The first thing I saw was the dark bob of Penny’s hair nestled on the pillow beside me, which brought back vague memories of being over her knee and then head-to-tail in bed. I snuggled up to her, still more than half asleep, so that it only dawned on me very gradually that I wasn’t in my chalet.

With that it all started to come back; being staked out and used, with Karay mounting me last of all while everybody cheered him on and took photos; me passing out and coming around again still full of cock; Mel ordering the boys to turn me over and stake me out on my back for her to fill my mouth; Amber telling her it wasn’t going to happen. They’d argued, but in the end Mel had backed down. We’d left, Amber and Kay and Penny and I, driving north with me nursing a half bottle of brandy in the back.

I could barely remember the drive at all, or arriving at Amber’s although I now realised I was there, but I could remember what had happened. We’d been sitting around her kitchen table, laughing and swapping stories and teasing each other, with the inevitable result that Kay had ended up over Amber’s knee. She’d been passed on to Penny, and to me, before demanding her revenge. We’d gone upstairs, to Amber’s bedroom, after which everything dissolved into a blur of smacked bottoms and breasts and pussies and orgasm after orgasm; first the four of us, then Penny and I. My body was sore and stiff, not surprisingly when I’d been used so thoroughly. There’d been sixty-nine of them after all, a few of them twice, and that didn’t include playing with the girls later, yet I couldn’t help but smile as I lay staring up at the ceiling.

It was already late in the day, but it had been nearly dawn when I finally got to sleep so that was no surprise. I wasn’t the first to wake up either, because I could hear Amber and Kay downstairs, their voices mixed with the occasional clatter of crockery, but it was only when the smell of frying bacon began to waft up the stairs that I manage to drag myself out of bed. Penny followed shortly after and the four of us breakfasted together as we talked of this and that, but mostly of how I should learn to assert myself with Dommes, specifically Melody and Danielle.

Penny and I left at teatime, driving back to her house in Berkshire, where we spent the night together again, but this more for comfort than for sex. In the morning we took the train into town together and I was introduced to my new job. It was very different, far more interesting than being a maid, with lots to see and lots to learn both in the department and the small museum where all the biological specimens were kept. There were no students about, but there was plenty to do with only a few weeks left until the start of the new term.

I knew that what I was doing was very much a taste of what was to come. It would be a different university and I’d be reading a different subject, but it was still far closer than what I was used to. In no time at all I was missing the constant sexual attention and the feeling that I was the focus of so much desire, even the way men and women used me as their plaything. At the university I was treated with friendly respect, which was nice in a way, but I quickly came to understand why Penny took such delight in her punishments. To me spankings had become a way of life, administered daily, but to her they were a treat, or really rather more, because she didn’t just like to be spanked, she needed to be spanked. By the end of the week I was already beginning to feel the same way.

Not that I was doing without, because I got it every bedtime, but it wasn’t the same. The constant threat of ending up with my hot bare bum stuck in the air, whether I liked it or not, was gone; and although I had an appointment with the Tradesman coming up on the Sunday as well, I knew that wouldn’t be the same. He liked to spank, but it wasn’t his favourite thing. The same was true of Mr Morozov, and even Lucius saw it as a prelude to getting his cock inside me. What I’d always thought I needed was discipline: firm, authoritarian discipline from somebody older than me who understood how I felt across their knee. And that was what I was getting, but for my full satisfaction I also needed a touch of something else, something compounded of fear, resentment and real shame, as I explained to Penny on the Friday night after dinner.

‘Like when Mr Hegedus used to do it, or his awful wife. I mean, I love being over the knee for you, and knowing that my Auntie’s giving me a spanking. But it’s too ... too loving, I suppose.’

‘You’ve really got the bug, haven’t you?’ she laughed. ‘Oh well, once a spanked girl, always a spanked girl, but we’re all different in subtle ways. Who would you like to get your spankings from then?’

‘I don’t know,’ I told her. ‘It would have to be a woman, I think, for it to really feel like discipline. Pippa’s quite stern about it, more than you are, and I suppose a big sister’s almost as good as an aunt, but there’s something missing.’

‘Melody? Amber?’

‘They’re both good,’ she admitted, ‘in slightly different ways. Mel’s harsher, and she does scare me, but Amber’s more ... motherly?’

‘Mel likes to suckle me,’ I told her, but I knew that wasn’t what she meant.

She didn’t answer, sipping the wine she was drinking and looking thoughtful, only to suddenly speak up. ‘Don’t take this the wrong way, but maybe you should accept Danielle’s right to do it?’ she suggested.

I shook my head. ‘I couldn’t, not after the way she betrayed my trust, and anyway, I’d feel bad about Mum.’

Again she didn’t answer, frowning as if trying to reach a tough decision, and again when she did speak it was very sudden. ‘That’s who you really need to spank you, isn’t it, Kate?’

All of a sudden I could barely breathe or speak for the lump in my throat and the gathering tears in my eyes, but I wasn’t going to admit what I feared to be the truth. ‘You’re as bad as Morris!’ I managed, trying to make a joke of it. ‘Worse, if anything, because he only wanted me and Danielle to pretend!’

‘I wasn’t suggesting she do it in front of a bunch of dirty old men,’ she laughed. ‘But seriously, maybe that is what you need? I sometimes wonder if I do.’

She’d spoken very quietly and I didn’t answer. We sat in silence for a long moment, each lost in her thoughts for the guilty secret we shared. She was blushing and kept fidgeting with the stem of her wine glass, while I was struggling to hold back my tears. At last she smiled. ‘Well, nobody can deny we deserve it, can they? Come on, Jem, over Auntie’s knee.’

I didn’t hesitate for a second, crossing to where she was sitting on the sofa and draping myself across her lap with my bottom slightly raised to let her get at the button of the jean-shorts I’d put on when we got home. Most of my bum was sticking out of them anyway, but I knew that wasn’t going to stop her taking them down, or the panties beneath. Sure enough, her arm came around me, to open my button and zip before my shorts were eased gently down off my bum. She spent a moment stroking my bottom and I stuck it up a little more to get the pale blue cotton taut across my cheeks.

‘Beautiful,’ she sighed, ‘and so spankable. Now then, panties down.’

She took hold of them by the waistband, my eyes closing in bliss as my bottom was unveiled and those thrilling words running through my head over and over again –
panties down.
Now they were, with my bottom bare to her gaze, lifted just enough to show off the rear of my pussy lips and the little, tight pucker of my bumhole between my cheeks, ready for spanking.

‘That’s right,’ she said. ‘Stick that little bottom up, show me everything. Not that it matters what I see, but you have to be bare bottom to remind you of your place, don’t you? That and the smacks have to sting properly.’

As she spoke she’d begun to spank me, using just the tips of her fingers to make my skin sting and tingle. It felt lovely, as it always did from her. But for all her words there was none of the resentment and helplessness that I needed. I was still going to enjoy it, and I would still come, but it wouldn’t be perfect.

‘Imagine I’m Kate,’ she said softly. ‘We’re in your bedroom and you’re going to be spanked for being naughty, maybe for wearing such cheeky shorts in the street?’

My answer was a sigh and to lift my bottom a little more. Now she was starting to get to me. The smacks grew harder and she took me around my waist, holding me firmly in place as she applied her hand to my bottom, never pausing to soothe my reddening cheeks, nor to touch me up; making it impossible to resist the fantasy she was trying to provoke. I’d done it before anyway, with the Tradesman, thinking of lying spanked across Mum’s knee with Pippa giggling at me for my plight.