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Chapter 6: Servicing Them All

It was fast and simple at first — a steady line of wiggling cocks shoved into my mouth and my hands. My face was buried beneath an endless series of soft petticoats, hands probing panties to withdraw the hot member within. They mostly came quickly, their cum spraying out onto the floor. One or two hot jets splashed across my face, though I tried to avoid it. Squealing girls collapsed backwards into a heaving mess next to me, her soft cock quickly replaced by another furiously hard one.

For many of them, it was their first time cumming in months — maybe even a year for a few. Denial and chastity were used as punishments at Belmont Manor, of course, but mostly it was simply a way of life. In exchange for an endless wardrobe of beautiful, frilly clothes, a maid was kept locked and horny, always ready to serve. The fleeting chances we had to cum simply made the denial even more agonizingly exciting. Your next sentence might last a few weeks, or it might last months.

So a girl had to take advantage of it whenever she could.

But denial had another, surprising side effect. When you spent so much time constantly aroused — by your clothes, your panties, the surrounding girls, the knowledge that you were nothing but a pretty little toy to be used whenever the Madame wanted — a single orgasm wasn't enough. Draining the well of desire took more than a quick spurt. If anything, that first orgasm out of a cage was more of a tease than staying locked up in it.

Already, flaccid cocks began to swell again. Torturous chastity sentences would be dealt with. Weeks of frustration were coursing through the satin-clad body of every girl in the room, and they were ready to take it out on us.

"You're just here to be my toy," growled one blonde girl next to me as she stood in her tall black heels. "It's been two months since I've cum, and now I'm going to use you until I can't anymore."

Her cock curved steeply upwards, her tip swollen red and trembling. Her petticoats were draped crazily over it, silk layers dancing around it. The long white lace hem of her black dress was stuck to the tip of her cock, pinned there by an ooze of pre-cum. Her face was bent into a squinting mask of heady arousal.

"You've been her favorite ever since you got here," she continued, and other girls nodded around here. "Now I'm going to see if that ass is all it's cracked up to me."

I stifled a squeal, but it leaked out of me as a high moan. I pulled myself up to all fours, my rear high in the air. My cock twitched in front of me as the girl set herself behind me. Her curve rested between my cheeks, her hands draped across them. I felt her lean down across my back and kiss me slowly between my shoulder blades. This time I couldn't stay silent, gasping loudly.

Suddenly, there was another cock at my face, the tip nuzzling my cheek and leaving a long streak of pre-cum there. I looked up and saw Erica's grin. She was long and slender and poking at me. Silently, I took her into my mouth and watched her eyelids flutter as I began to suck and tease her.

"Fuck, that's good," she breathed. "You really are a good slut."

There was brief pressure at my rear, then the cock slipped into me. It spread to me, but not as much as Violet or Madame Belmont had. The girl began to thrust experimentally and slowly, but quickly she began to go fast and hard. Her fingers curled into fists, nails digging into my skin. My soft cock bounced back and forth between my legs, her package bumping into it.

"Oh, fuck," she whined. "Oh, fuck, you feel incredible."

Erica's hips were rocking back and forth now. Her cock was sliding in and out of my mouth, and I could already taste salty pre-cum spilling from her tip. Her hands were on her hips above her petticoat, eyes closed, head tilted backwards. I swirled and sucked her, willing her to cum as soon as she could.

Another cock appeared next to her, its owner's uniform discarded nearby. Her panties had been pulled roughly down, cock and package waggling over the top of the lacy waistband. I grabbed it with a free hand and began to stroke it. Supported by only one hand, I collapsed forwards slightly. The girl behind me buried herself deep inside of me, driving a moan out of me and forcing my face down to the floor, Erica's cock slipping out of my mouth.

"Hey!" she snapped. "Get up and suck me off, slut!"

I struggled back up. Erica pushed herself back into my mouth, and I began bouncing my head along her length while I furiously pumped the other with my hand. It was awkward, my body shaking from the effort of staying up. Every violent thrust from behind threatened to topple me over. The girl's moans were loud and high now, I hoped that she would cum soon.

But Erica came first, surprising both of us with a hot explosion of cum. She fell backwards, jetting an arc across my lips and up my face, narrowly avoiding one eye. The cock in my hand was shoved towards my mouth and I took it, one salty shaft replacing another. I looked up at the girl it belonged to but she was ignoring me, kissing a maid in a pink dress who was pumping her cock beneath her skirt.

There was a choked moaning sound behind me and I felt the cock in my ass squirt thick ropes of hot cum inside of me. I gasped at the sudden sensation, heat spreading out through me, pleasure quick on its heels. A shiver ran down my back and pinpricks ran out to my fingers and toes. Then the girl pulled back out of me and my ass was ready to be used by someone else.

"Flip her over," said a voice next to me, and the girl with her cock in my mouth withdrew it and grabbed my shoulders.

Gently, I was lowered to the floor and rotated until I was on my back. The cock was replaced, the girl straddling my chest and leaning forwards so she could thrust smoothly in and out of my mouth. The girl in pink was still next to her, still kissing her, still stroking her own cock.

"Violet's a good fuck," said a voice by my flaccid cock. "Let's see if you're any better."

She was thicker and bigger than the girl who had been me. She slid into me effortlessly, my hole already slicked. My moans were muffled by the cock thrusting in and out of my mouth, her petticoats swishing in the air above me. From below, I could see the arc of her member disappear into the satin panties she still wore, all of it framed by her lacy garter straps.

The cock inside of me was slow and steady, unrushed in its thrusts. The girl was groaning loudly as she slid in and out of me. I could feel her stocking-covered knees brush against my cheeks and draped my silk-glazed legs around her neck. My cock lolled across my chest as she glided in and out of me.

Her pace was the same even when she came: steady, measured, consistent. I could feel the heat expanding inside of me, heard her make a choked moan, felt her pull away from me. She had used me like the others had. Like the others would. The girl in my mouth erupted and sent hot streams of cum into my throat. I swallowed it quickly, lapping at her softening cock as I thought about the girl who had just fucked me.

I'd never even seen her face.

The realization almost made me cum on the spot.

But now something felt strange. The cock in my hand exploded and covered my lacy-clad chest with sticky cream. I reached out into the air for the next one, but there was nothing there. No cock inside of me. Nothing in my mouth. Where had everyone gone?

"Have you been enjoying yourself, girls?" came the Madame's voice, mellifluous and sweet in the thick, sweaty air.

There was a quiet chorus of affirmations from the panting girls draped on the floor.

"Lovely to hear it," she drawled. "Please don't stop on my account. Do you mind if I join you?"