On the evening of the dinner party Riley and Amber arrived together at the hotel where the Prof's guests were staying and where a private dining room had been booked.
They both looked gorgeous; sexy, but elegant and sophisticated. They exchanged amused glances at seeing Emily, who was wearing a dress that was barely long enough to cover her bottom, and revealed her magnificent chest almost to the nipples and belly button. She looked daggers at them.
The Prof introduced them to his guests, as a waitress offered them a glass of champagne. Professor Schmidt looked at least 75 years old to Riley's young eyes, and was her idea of the archetypal crusty old don; absent minded to anything but his research. His eyes though were shamelessly quick in assessing both girls from head to toe, and he nodded his approval to the Prof.
Riley was more intrigued by the younger man with him; Eric. He looked nerdy, with glasses and unstylish clothes, but, as they shook hands he projected something of a cold, self-contained arrogance that made her feel a little uncomfortable.
The Prof. made it clear that Riley was his from the start, putting his arm around her shoulders, cutting her out of the herd. The older man was attentive to Amber, who glowed under his old world charm, seduced by his unthreatening interest in her. Emily was therefore left with Eric and tried to compensate for his apparent disinterest by being blatantly flirtatious with him, which earned her nothing but a look of contempt from him.
Dinner was spectacular, but conversationally rather boring from Riley's perspective. The men talked mainly of their academic work, although there was also an obviously coded conversation about auction prices for unspecified goods that intrigued Riley. Schmidt had clearly travelled extensively in the Middle East, and it sounded as if he had done lucrative business with oil money. Amber and Riley were demure and deferential, but Emily continued to work on Eric, determined to get him to notice her, and rather insulted by being ignored.
After dinner they adjourned to their guests' hotel suite, which contained a comfortable lounge area with sofas and armchairs, two double bedrooms, a bathroom and a kitchen. Having served drinks they settled back in the chairs, each man with a girl by them.
Eric, apparently was finally ready to deign to accept Emily's attention, and he allowed her to put her hand into his lap and unzip him. He lay back in his chair to give her more access as she pulled his cock out, and took it in her mouth. It grew long and hard and his fingers tangled into her hair as he controlled her mouth on him.
The Prof looked across at Prof Schmidt sitting with Amber and whispered into Riley's ear, "Go and help Amber get started, there's a good girl." Riley kissed him and smiled as she got up and moved across the room.
She kissed Amber's cheek before taking her hand and guiding it to Schmidt's lap. The two girls giggled as Amber undid his pants and pulled them around his knees, revealing an impressive tent in his boxers. Riley reached in and pulled out his larger than average cock, then brought Amber's head in so that they were able to share sucking on the tip, their lips brushing together.
She left them to it, sashaying back across the room to her Prof, who already had his cock out for her to play with.
The three men luxuriated in the attention they were receiving, sprawling back in their chairs, sipping brandy, as the three gorgeous young women serviced their hard dicks with their mouths.
"Quite the stable you've created here," Schmidt said, "Emily, of course I've met before, but these two new fillies are really quite exceptional."
"Well, thank you. That's quite a complement coming from you. Emily is ready to move on to greater things, but these two, I'm pleased to say, you've caught right at the beginning of their training, so are splendidly naive and innocent. This one though," he said, stroking Riley's hair as her mouth engulfed his cock, "has already shown extraordinary potential and I have high hopes for her." She looked up adoringly at him, as if to confirm his faith.
Riley's throat wasn't so full of her master's cock that she couldn't listen to his words with wry amusement. Despite talking so coldly about her, she knew that in his own way he was as besotted with her as she was with him, and many times in private his tenderness had been apparent under his mask of domination.
She had her own high hopes though; that this evening she would experience for herself new sexual extremes.
There was a short squeal as Emily's head was ripped off Eric's cock by her hair. Still sitting, he forced her face into the carpet and held it there with his foot as he pulled her dress up to her waist, her curvaceous ass stuck up in the air, displayed, with only a thong failing to cover her asshole.
He reached down, and, brushing the thin strip of fabric to one side, stuck two fingers into her ass, disappearing a couple knuckles deep. Ashamed of having cried out she took it silently, biting her lip as he finger fucked her rear.
Eric got up and bent over her, making her suck clean the fingers that had been exploring her rectum, before, in one slow steady relentless movement, forcing his big cock all the way into her asshole. He pushed down on her with his hand between her shoulders, her arms spread, her large breasts crushed into the carpet, her slim but strong legs trembling in the effort of keeping her ass high for him. He pulled nearly all the way out, then rammed it straight back in again, his balls slapping on her pussy. This time she couldn't stop herself from crying out in an exhilarating mixture of pain and pleasure.
Riley was already so turned on by the situation, and sneaking a look at Amber across the room, it looked like she was coping fine. Schmidt had peeled her dress off already, leaving her in a tiny black lacy bra and panties which looked sensational against her light brown skin. Her mouth was still glued to his dick, whilst her eyes were fixed on Eric's cock as it destroyed Emily's asshole.
He suddenly pulled out, almost ripped her dress off of her, and disappeared into one of the bedrooms, leaving her for a few seconds exposed to the whole room's gaze in her superb nakedness. He returned with a coil of rope which he tied around Emily's wrists behind her back, before wrenching her arms painfully way up high, and running the rope tightly around her so that it was impossible for her to drop her arms. Her breasts protruded like torpedoes from her chest as her shoulders were forced back.
He lay her back in an armchair and lifted her legs up, tying them back in such a way that she was left completely folded in half, with not only her pussy on full display, but her red and distended asshole taking the starring role in gaping at the room.
He knelt in front of her and fucked it again, Emily completely and painfully helpless. He pulled his cock out and roughly replaced it with all five fingers, brutally trying to force his whole hand inside her. Failing, his cock went back in her asshole, while he took her inner pussy lips in his fingers and pulled them apart, stretching and stretching them into an obscene butterfly, until they looked like they would tear. She screamed in pain and terror.
He smiled at her cruelly, "not so 'seen it all, done it all' after all, are you?" he taunted as she writhed, trying to break the painful abuse of her tenderest parts.
Riley felt sorry for Emily for the first time ever, as she was clearly in agony and genuinely scared as he tortured her.
"That's enough Eric, you've made your point. We mustn't ruin her for her next owner, that would be very rude," Schmidt said.
He deferred instantly, and distastefully sniffing his fingers disappeared into the bathroom. The Prof and Schmidt exchanged a look, Riley saw anger in her man's eyes.
