Submissive Slave’s Filthy Party Night (Part 2)

(part 1) Mr. Wilson groaned, his hands pulling on her hair roughly as he guided her movements. “That’s it, you filthy slut,” he muttered, his hips thrusting harder, pushing deeper into her throat. Tiffany gagged as he started to fuck her throat but continued, her eyes watering as she worked him with desperate enthusiasm. Just as she felt him tense, giving away how close he was to coming, the door burst open again, and another guest entered. It was Mrs. Thompson, a woman Tiffany wasn’t too familiar with, but that didn’t matter. She paused, watching the scene with a cold smile. “Oh, I see we’re already getting started,” she remarked, her voice dripping with disdain.
Mr. Wilson pulled out of Tiffany’s mouth with a wet pop, turning to face Mrs. Thompson. “Join us,” he invited, stepping back to allow her space.
Mrs. Thompson sauntered over, her eyes locked on Tiffany’s submissive form. “I think it’s time for a demonstration of your other talents,” she said, her tone icy. “Turn around.”
Tiffany knew what was expected of her. With trembling limbs, she turned around, her forehead against the cool tile wall next to the pole and lifting her ass high in the air. Mrs. Thompson approached, her heels clicking ominously on the floor, and without warning, delivered a hard slap to Tiffany’s bare ass.
“Spread wider,” Mrs. Thompson ordered, and Tiffany complied, her legs shaking slightly as she struggled to maintain her balance. Mrs. Thompson positioned herself to the side of Tiffany, her hand gliding over the girl’s slick folds. “Such a needy little hole,” she taunted as she suddenly shoved four fingers inside of her.
Tiffany moaned, her face pressed against the wall, her body betraying her with each pump of Mrs. Thompson’s fingers. The mix of pain and pleasure was intoxicating, driving her deeper into her submissive state.
“Look at her,” Mrs. Thompson said, addressing Mr. Wilson. “She’s desperate for it.”
Mr. Wilson stepped closer, his erection still hard and ready. He gripped Tiffany’s hips firmly, positioning himself at her asshole. With one forceful thrust, he buried himself inside her, eliciting a choked scream from Tiffany.
They moved together, Mr. Wilson’s strokes growing increasingly urgent, each thrust sending shocks of sensation through Tiffany’s body. Mrs. Thompson watched, her hand still working between Tiffany’s legs, heightening her arousal even further.
“Fuck her good,” Mrs. Thompson encouraged, her voice thick with excitement. “Show her what a worthless piece of shit she is.”
Tiffany’s mind swirled with a chaotic mix of emotions, her body responding instinctively to the brutal treatment. She could feel the pressure building within her, the climax looming closer with each passing second.
Mr. Wilson grunted, his pace quickening as he neared his own release. “Take it, you dirty whore,” he growled, his grip tightening on her hips. With a final, powerful thrust, he came inside her, his using like a cum dumpster as she cried out, her own orgasm causing her to moan and squeeze even more cum out of his cock.
The door opened again as they caught their breaths, revealing yet another guest eager to partake in the festivities. Tiffany lay there, spent and exposed, knowing the night was far from over.

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