Holiday Invitation
Copyright© 2026 by DavidandMary
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Invited to dinner at the Laird's estate, the young couple eagerly accepted, but all was not as expected after dinner was finished.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Age Gap Blackmail Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Cheating MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Rough Group Sex White Male White Female Oral Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism Hairy Size
Slowly, as he felt himself getting soft in her warm mouth, he withdrew and wiped the last few drops along her mouth, pleased that she stuck out her tongue to lick them up without needing to be told. He thought she was incredibly sexy, kneeling there on the thick carpet before him, his spunk still coating her mouth, her eyes wide with lust and shame.
“Thank you my dear; that was lovely. Now why don’t you get dressed again and go back to your room. I want you to have a shower, put on your sexiest outfit and then wait for me. My butler will come for you when everything is ready. And don’t worry about your husband. We gave him a little extra something in his whisky last night; he won’t wake for a good few hours yet.”
As he was telling her this he had replaced his cock in his trousers and covered himself once more. Sitting back down at his desk, he returned to his examination of Lara’s photos, purring over them like the cat that had got the cream. She, on the other hand, shivered in humiliation and stayed long enough only to pull on her T-shirt and jeans. She knew there was no point in asking the horrible man for the return of her knickers. She ran from the room, back to her bedroom, only to discover her husband was still fast asleep. She tried to rouse him but he was out for the count. No matter how hard she shook him he refused to wake up.
Weeping to herself, she forced herself into the en-suite bathroom and brushed her teeth repeatedly; still she could taste the laird’s cock and spunk. Turning on the shower, she turned up the thermostat as high as she could stand and scrubbed herself clean. But the more she scrubbed, the more she thought about last night, the more she thought about what she had just done and the more she thought about the laird’s promise to “get everything ready”, the more her pussy tingled and leaked.
She got out of the shower and dried herself. She didn’t know what she could put on. The only dress she had with her was the one she had worn last night. The only underwear she had left in her small suitcase was the matching red, satin bra and knickers which she had brought as a special surprise for her husband. Knowing her position was hopeless, she dressed herself quickly, put on her make up and waited her summons.
She didn’t have long to wait before there was a knock on the door but it was long enough for her pussy to soak her knickers once more as she sat on the edge of the bed and awaited her fate. Taking all the courage she had just to answer the door, she followed the butler to a part of the castle she had not seen before. He stopped at another large wooden door and knocked before opening it for her and ushering her in.
She practically stumbled into the room to her fate and suddenly found herself in the biggest, grandest bedroom she had ever seen, that of Laird and Lady MacDonald. She would have loved the time to walk around her elegant torture chamber but she was stunned when she was greeted by the ladies from last night as well as their husbands. They were gathered around a large TV screen and, when Lady MacDonald rose to meet her, she saw that they were glued to the video of last night’s events, the video of her being abused by these women and the maids, the video of her cumming as they fucked her pussy while she was forced to lick a woman’s cunt for the very first time.
“Doesn’t it look wonderful, my dear?” smiled Lady MacDonald as she took her by the hand and drew her into the middle of the group.
Lara couldn’t tear her eyes from the huge screen and had to admit, if it wasn’t her own rape she was watching she would have been incredibly turned on. It didn’t look like rape, however, and the poor woman knew it had been carefully edited to show her as a willing victim, an enthusiastic participant. Lady MacDonald kept a firm grip of her arm but she knew she was going nowhere. If anyone she knew, her husband or anyone else, ever saw this video her life would be ruined. Her knickers had never been so wet.
Almost without noticing it, Lara realised she was now surrounded. The other guests had gathered around her and she knew she was in trouble. She was startled when someone from behind her reached up and stroked her hair but, very soon, she could feel hands all over her. She closed her eyes, unwilling to know who was doing what and surrendered herself to her lot
The hands were everywhere; some gentle, others less so. She could feel them stroking her cheeks, brushing along her lips; she could feel them touching her breasts, squeezing them, fondling them. She could feel them cupping her bottom cheeks, caressing them, almost lovingly. Finally, she felt one running up her smooth thigh, lingering, before moving to her knickers. It seemed to tease her as she felt a finger tracing the outline of her stained knickers before it moved down to between her legs and stroked her pussy.
There was a momentary halt and Lara opened her eyes to see the group gathered in front of her as Lady MacDonald held up her dress and pointed out to her guests how wet their plaything’s knickers were and how ready she was for their games. Lara could see the smiles of the others, could hear their murmurs of approval, could feel her knickers being pushed against her wet slit by the insistent, skillfull finger of her hostess. She blushed once more in her humiliation but, as her dress was dropped, allowed herself to be taken by the hand as Mr and Mrs Wallace led her to the side of the huge four poster bed which dominated the room. The older couple turned her round to face the hungry eyes of the others and proceeded to undress her.
Lara nearly cried in shame as Mrs Wallace moved behind her, slipped her dress down off her shoulders and revealed her red bra to her own husband and their assembled friends. Mr Wallace smiled to his wife and to their young Spanish toy as he watched his wife undo the clasp on Lara’s bra to reveal her gorgeous breasts. He bent forward slightly to run his wet tongue around her nipples, feeling them grow as he moved from one to the other, licking and sucking.
His wife, meanwhile, was also busy; kneeling behind Lara, she tugged their captive’s dress down over her hips and presented an almost naked woman to the others. Mr and Mrs Simpson turned to each other and smiled as they saw that the damp patch on Lara’s red knickers was even bigger than a moment before and they knew her shame and her arousal were growing.
As Mr Wallace leaned down to lift her legs from the dress which now pooled around her ankles, Lara shuddered in lust and fear at what was to happen next, at the touch of his hands running up her slender legs and at the ominous presence of his wife behind her, so close she could feel the other woman playing with her bottom.
“I want you to climb on to the bed for us now, dear,” was the instruction from the Laird. He had so far been quiet but Lara knew she had no option but to obey. “On your knees, please, bent forward, with your hands stretched out in front of you.”
He said it so kindly that he might have been showing her round his castle instead of ordering her on to his bed for he and his wife, not to mention their four friends, to use her in any way they liked. Lara still had her juice-soaked knickers on but she didn’t think they were going to stay on for very long. As she got into position on the bed, she felt the satin stretch across her beautiful arse and the cotton gusset push even more tightly against her dripping pussy. She loved getting into this position for her husband but something told her she wasn’t going to enjoy it here, on this bed, with these people, not knowing what they were going to do to her next.
She had been so concerned with doing as she was told she didn’t notice the silk scarves hanging from the headboard and, as Mr and Mrs Wallace climbed on to the bed on either side of her, her arms were pulled further forward, her wrists tightly secured by the scarves. Her head was now pulled further down and her arse seemed even more vulnerable, even more exposed, covered only in the red satin.
“She has such a delightful bottom, don’t you think, my dear?” asked the older woman as she gently ran her hand over Lara’s defenceless bum.
“She certainly does but I think it’s time to see it in the flesh, don’t you?” answered her husband. With that his wife stopped playing with Lara’s round cheeks and watched mesmerised as her husband smoothed the red knickers down over the poor woman’s round cheeks. He had to practically peel them from her pussy, so wet had her pussy made them, but the gentleman didn’t seem to mind. He didn’t mind at all and, in fact, relished the way the material was stained to an even deeper shade of red. If he had been looking at Lara’s face at that moment he would have seen that her cheeks were blushing just as red and she wondered why it was that each new humiliation caused her body to become even more aroused.
As the others gathered round the foot of the bed, Lara was aware that they would be able to see very clearly how wet she was but, also, in this position, with her bottom cheeks spread wide, they would be able to see her dirtiest hole and she tried to hide her face in the luxuriant pillows to hide her shame and her tears. What she heard next, though, caused her to lift her head once more.
“Shouldn’t we spank her for getting her knickers so wet?” suggested the grinning Mrs Wallace.
“Oh, please, no, please. Don’t do that! I can’t help it. My pussy has a mind of its own. I didn’t mean to get so wet. Please don’t spank me.”
“Now, now, my dear; I think it’s an excellent suggestion. You have been a bad girl. Doing all the things you did last night and now wetting your knickers again. Yes! Let’s see if Mr and Mrs Wallace can turn those cheeks red.”
Lara sobbed openly now when the Laird gave his approval of the Wallaces’ plan to spank her. It was something her husband occasionally did when they were feeling particularly playful but somehow she didn’t think this was going to be playful.
The first smack came from Mr Wallace, hard and fast, making her body jerk forward and her mouth scream in pain. The second, obviously from Mrs Wallace, landed on her other cheek and was much more gentle, almost enjoyable, and Lara’s body involuntarily twisted towards the woman and away from her husband. He, however, was not to be denied his fun and pulled her hips back towards him before his second blow landed on the exact spot his first one had. The others at the foot of the bed smiled in pleasure as they saw the pink tinge begin to rise in the poor woman’s upturned cheeks.