A few days after the entertainments described in the last episode, Rula calls Justin to explain that the oldest of the whores from that event, Solomia, wishes to retire from the business. She asks if it would be okay if, in Rula's other role as owner of the cleaning agency, she could send Solomia to his house as his daily cleaner. The idea rather amuses our hero, and so he agrees.
Three weeks pass during which Solomia carries out her duties without acknowledging their former encounter. Justin ceases to notice her much and is anyway beginning to plan and relish his next escapade, in which he intends to explore both his voyeurism and his masochism even further.
Eventually he scripts, and Rula arranges, the following scene.
The ageing pervert is brought to an empty industrial unit by his procuress an hour before a certain event is due to unfold. On the floor is a mattress covered by plastic sheeting and just to one side, in a corner is a tall, metal locker. Rula takes Justin's clothes from him and supervises as he fits his penis into a steel chastity device, handing over the tiny key to her as well. She nods towards the locker and he wriggles his naked body inside the coffin-like space. Once inside, it is impossible for him even to raise his arms. She shuts and padlocks the door, turns on her heel and leaves the building. Justin can watch her go thanks to a rough grille of holes thoughtfully drilled into the door at his head-height. She turns off the lights and locks the outside door. He is left to silence and steel-confined anticipation.
At the appointed time, the procuress returns, striding into the space like a lady on a mission, business-suited, shades on her forehead and carrying a designer hold-all. The first of the recruited Spunkers sidle in behind her. There will be thirty of them before long.
Rula's prior arrangements need some examination here: the cunning Madame has placed a post on a forum used by punters to compare notes on local brothels and their girls. The post announced she was making a 'party' film at this location and needed thirty men to do no more than masturbate and ejaculate as directed. For this service, each would be paid £100 -- first cum first served. Rula is as good as her word, and so here are the fastest twenty responders: a mongrel crew of the area's sleaziest males of all shapes, sizes, and races.
Rula gets them to circle the mattress, explains that she is going to film everything on her phone (no male faces) and then sends a brief text. In moments, a female figure joins them. Justin's eyes widened as she enters. She throws off the pink, PVC hat and coat she had been wearing to cover herself from the car outside to the warehouse door. There, in nothing but g-string and jewelry, stands the hefty, pendulous form of Solomia, the lady who now cleans his house each day!
The thirty Spunkers break into wild cheering and whistles as sixteen stone of middle-aged belly, boobs, and butt wobble into their midst atop a pair of ludicrous stripper heels. Her hair is up, her make-up is heavy, and she saunters with whorish bravado around the ring of men. Justin notes that she has also been completely shaved since the last time he saw her naked. As she goes, the scarlet nails of her thick fingers drag across their collective crotches, and at this signal, a general unzipping ensues. Cocks of all shades, sizes and functionality begin to be pumped.
The filming starts, and Justin can see Rula organizing the Spunkers into smaller groups. At first, all the men are wanking to Solomia's bulky, posing show on the mattress. She is using greasy-looking dildo on herself, alternating between pussy, ass and mouth in a way which has the assembled men heavy breathing with lustful appreciation.
In his steel coffin, a few feet from the action, Justin tries to suppress his own breath, as his trapped meat filled the little available space. His cage is basically a tube which curves downwards and back under his balls. The interior space is just enough for him to get erect but at an unnatural angle and with no possibility of direct stimulation.
Rula introduces a second dildo from the hold-all for double penetration, but our performer is soon using it to smear the first couple of sperm loads over her torso. The Spunkers are instructed to avoid her face but to try and cover every inch of the rest of her. To help, she holds out her legs, feet, arms, and hands to the musty shower of cum. She even rolls over and separates her ass cheeks to make sure every crevice is lubed with it.
Justin witnesses this in detail as the shambling, wolfish, crowd of men progressively pant and whimper in their filthy pleasures.
It takes about fifteen minutes to unload the thirty men, after which Justin sees Rula handing out three thousand pounds of his own cash, as agreed, as they leave one by one.
Solomia stays quite still, her cum-bath slowly congealing on her skin. Only when his procuress extracts Justin from his prison does she turn to him with a slow, nasty smile.
'Now, it is you to be the cleaner' she states in her thick accent, stepping clear of the spunk-puddled mattress. Rula takes charge. Justin kneels on the concrete floor and is handed first one, then the other of Solomia's clear plastic platform heels. He togues them until any trace or smear is removed and consumed. His heavyweight goddess then offers her spunked-on feet to his mouth. He sucks greedily on her stubby toes, actual contact with her flesh causing his cock meat to refill his tube yearningly. Then it is a case of working his way up the legs and thighs, front and back, gathering and swallowing as he goes.
It takes a surprisingly long time to actually lick a woman all over, let alone one as expansively made as Solomia, with all her extra folds and creases. The fat-dimpled buttocks alone take several minutes, and so much cum is gathered under each, giant breast that our hero takes down a mouthful for each. Solomia obligingly lifts each one for him and presents her big nipples for him to suck clean in a delightful parody of breastfeeding.
As he works, the two women chatter away in what Justin believes to Ukranian, Solomia's native language. Certainly, it is not the Polish that he has been accustomed to from overhearing Rula. Some of this female talk is obviously derisive of himself, punctuated with the cruel laughter that is such music to his submissive ears. Some seems just idle conversation, as if having a naked millionaire lick you all over is hardly worth noticing. Some is Rula's instructions, like when Solomia removes her jewelry; earrings and necklace, for him to clean separately. The intricate necklace is particularly clogged because so many of the Spunkers wanted to cum on her boobs. Each item is placed in his mouth for him to spit-wash and suck until free from the stuff. Next comes the G-string, popped in as if his face were some handy, little washing machine.
After a minute, Rula hooks out the soggy garment and dangles it in front of him. 'Put it on', she commands. Justin soon has his steel-tubed cock cradled by his whore's wet thong. Next, Rula recovers the tongue-wiped high heels. 'These too', she says. Justin forces his freezing feet into the too-small footwear but remains on all-fours. 'You really deserve to star in your own porn, you know?' she purrs.
After that, Rula uses her phone to record him finishing his task. He cleans Solomia from armpit to fingertip before slurping on her ass-crack and plump, bare, cunt. After that, Rula produces a warm, fluffy bath robe and slippers from her hold-all for her employee to enfold herself in.
Thinking it might be over, Justin half-expects the same. Instead, the hold-all now delivers into the ladies' hands a couple of serving spoons which he recognizes as being from an exclusive cutlery set from his own house. He cannot tell whether his heart sinks or flies as he realizes what this means; they are going to feed him all that remains on the plastic sheet covering the mattress.
