Chapter 22: The Party 3: Courtney

Courtney watched wide-eyed as Gloria unhesitatingly amalgamated Senior Cabinet Minister Steven Burns and his wife, Karen, into her little retinue. Such deft subtlety in reading and learning what such influential personages as these two needed and then providing it seemed beyond what Courtney thought Gloria was capable of. Her casual renaming of them as Todger (Steven had barely a 4-in. cock) and Cum Dump and assigning them demeaning roles as her slaves also showed an understanding of people’s innate personalities that Courtney thought the tubby, bawdy Gloria lacked. She was ecstatic to be proven wrong.

Steven and Karen were the last two attendees to arrive, so Courtney remotely closed the gate and joined the party.

She wandered through the people milling around the room, greeting everyone. They’d all been invited and carefully vetted by herself and Samuel, so Courtney knew each and every attendee well. She asked pertinent questions about their lives, made little jokes with those who enjoyed them, told rude ones to those who appreciated them, and otherwise ensured everyone felt welcome and relaxed.

She had mellow music playing featuring Frank, Dean, Sammy, and a select few others. The sound was kept low to encourage conversation, and the climate control was kept high to encourage people to undress. Alcohol and light snacks were available at the wet bar, and insulated boxes containing ice and water bottles were spread about the room.

Condoms were prohibited, but all attendees had to forward a clean STI test not more than forty-eight hours before the party. No clean test, no play. No even attending. Douche bottles, pink for pussies and black for anuses, were freely available at the various sinks around the walls and in the two lavatories. Antibacterial wipes and lotions also abounded so partiers could ensure a clean cock, fingers, or fist after anal play. Hot water was plentiful to wash in, and access to the clothing room was allowed if someone needed to change or shower. The loos also had showers.

Satisfied everything was as it should be, Courtney relaxed and let the little pink pill she’d shared with Gloria work its typical magic. The heat in her needy cunt grew exponentially, and her clamped nipples stiffened, aching to be played with. She crossed to the paddling pool, stripped her only item of clothing off, stepped into the pool, and knelt naked. Eight people, six men and two women, immediately surrounded her and started masturbating vigorously.

Ben’s friend, Shane Day, a muscular forward for The Gold Coast Titans Rugby League Team, was the first one brave enough to shove his cock in Courtney’s face. Courtney looked submissively up at him before smiling and free-handing her head down his sturdy 6-inch cock until her pouty lips hit his waxed abdomen. Shane groaned and placed his dinner plate-sized hands on her head and fucked her willing mouth. Courtney wondered if her first gift would go down her throat or on her face. It went down her throat.

Shane growled he’d be back to fuck her cunt later and wandered off to get a drink. Another took his place in the circle. Courtney smiled as another man thrust his hips forward, his meagre cock shooting a surprising amount of jism across her tight, C-cup breasts. As the man watched, she gathered it with her fingers and fed it into her mouth, swallowing as if it was the most delicious thing she’d ever tasted. It was. Courtney adored the taste of cum. She liked it best when eating it out of some slut’s cunt. He also wandered off.

Courtney knew everyone there, but she didn’t need to recall their names unless they spoke to her, so she let their features become vague and simply revelled in the sexually submissive feelings coursing through her taut, toned body.

With her widespread popularity and media presence, Courtney knew the risk of attending Samuel’s parties and being outed as a filthy whore that delighted in being cum and pissed on was a severe one. Careers had been destroyed for way less extreme acts than Courtney enjoyed monthly.

Courtney had always known she was a submissive, cock sucking slut, and longed to be a cunt munching one, too. But it wasn’t until Hannah crashed so disastrously into her marriage that she released her inner slut. She knew she could easily spiral into even more whorish ways than her man-slut husband had if she didn’t control that wanton inner slut who craved cocks, cum, subjugation, and pussy juice in equal proportions, so she vehemently refused to let that slut out.

Finding Samuel and becoming his submissive was a God send. Bringing her philandering husband to heel, subjugating him, and becoming his Mistress saved their marriage, and serving Samuel gave both Murrays the outlet they needed to safely release their inner slut.

Courtney’s meandering mind returned when she felt another body stepping partly into the pool. She looked up, smiling seductively. One of the two women grabbed the back of Courtney’s head and jammed her cunt against Courtney’s face. Then, the woman held her pussy lips apart, moaned, and climaxed on Courtney’s face. The woman was a squirter, and her cunt juices sprayed into Courtney’s eyes, nose, and mouth.

Courtney licked and swallowed what she could reach, loving feeling the woman’s warm, sticky liquids flow down her face, neck and tits. “Thank you for your gift,” Courtney purred. “I hope you’ll have more for me later.”

“I have more for you now,” the woman growled and released her bladder, showering Courtney with dark-yellow piss.

Courtney opened her mouth and let some pour in. She swallowed a little, enjoying its salty taste, but she mostly allowed it to run back out of her mouth and onto her tits. “Hmm,” she moaned, leaning back onto her left hand and arching her muscularly slender body up toward the pissing woman, letting her water splash on her tits and cunt. Courtney hummed again, slapped her clit, and climaxed.

The lasciviously debauched scene set three of the men off, and they groaned and doused Courtney with cum. One of them was either extremely horny or had taken something because his hand didn’t stop stroking as he worked himself up to another orgasm.

Courtney looked around and smiled because despite receiving six gifts, eight people remained around her reclined body.

“Can I fuck you?” A man gruffly asked.

Courtney responded by getting to her feet and bending over. She reached behind her hip to spread her ass cheeks and dipped her hand between her legs to open her cunt. “Pick a hole,” she crooned.

The man was tall enough that he only had to bend his knees a little to ram his thick cock into Courtney’s cunt. He immediately reached around and twisted her nipple clamps. “I often have a wank watching you present the weather,” the man growled. “My wife jills herself beside me as we fantasise about fucking you together.”

“Send her over next,” Courtney offered. “She can fuck me, or I’ll eat her cunt. Then you can fuck me together.”

“She’ll want both, probably,” The man growled fucking her and twisting the clamps mercilessly.

“Smack my ass, and I’ll cum,” Courtney moaned as she tickled his balls with her fingernails.

“Fuck!” The man spat, whacking her ass and cumming inside her.

“Yes!” Courtney yelped, orgasming as she said she would.

“Hold your cunt lips apart,” the man demanded.

Courtney obeyed, and shortly, she felt his hot piss cascading across and into her gaping cunt, washing his cum out. Using her spare hand, Courtney frigged herself as she delighted in feeling the man’s piss soaking her. The stream stopped, and the man left.

Another growled, “Kneel and suck!”

Courtney obeyed, and a thick, lengthy cock slid into her wet, willing mouth. The new man grabbed a handful of her hair on either side of her head and brutally face-fucked her. She was sure the man wanted her to choke, but as her husband had proven, once you’ve overcome your gag reflex, any extra length past that made no difference. The next problem occurred when the man’s cock was too thick to fit down your oesophagus. But that, too, could be overcome with enough practice.

“Talented,” the man groaned as he sawed his cock in and out of Courtney’s mouth. “Can I fuck your ass?”

She couldn’t reply, of course. But he felt her nod with his hands. He pulled out and waited for the beautiful weather reporter to turn around. He, too, was tall enough only to need to flex his knees to enter Courtney’s ass. Courtney had stretched and lubed her sphincter when she prepared for tonight’s activities, and she accepted the man’s thick todger with only a small, uncomfortable grunt.

“Fuck, but you are one talented slut,” her new man growled as he pummelled her taut ass, and Courtney shoved her hips back at him, diddling her clit as she did.

“I sure am,” Courtney moaned, racing toward another crest. The man’s cock was thick enough to stretch her tight sphincter deliciously painfully. “Squeeze my whore tits!” She demanded as she almost reached her peak.

“Jaysus!” The man exclaimed, obeying Courtney’s wanton demand.

“Yes!” Courtney crowed as she crested and orgasmed on the man’s thrusting cock.

“I don’t fucking believe it!” The man growled as Courtney’s pulsing ass sucked the cum from his huge balls. “No woman likes being ass-fucked this much!”

“This slut does!” Courtney giggled, her whorish cunt still aching and her slut clitoris continuing to throb.

Courtney held still because the man hadn’t pulled his cock out of her ass, and she waited for what was next. The man grabbed her elbows, pulled them back, and bent her over until her head almost hit the floor. Then, she felt the growing wetness in her colon. The man had released his bladder and was pissing inside her rectum.