On an island in the pacific, not far from Hawaii, the sun is slowly setting. It's an idyllic moment and the beach right then could be on the cover of a thousand calendars, the large beach house is perfectly matched to the tropical surroundings, who would ever guess that inside some of the most debauched parties in existence took place. Caligula's Roman orgy's would have nothing on this place. Right at that moment Rachel Stevens (star of my previous stories "A Rich Slut on Hooker Alley" , "Rachel Become A Cum Dump" and "Rachel Is The Cum Show") is having her arms and legs fitted into a leather harness, hanging from the ceiling in the Beach house. Two strong men hold her naked body in place as she slips first her legs then her arms into their individual straps and tightens them to hold her meagre bodyweight. The straps are nice and long and allow Rachel's arms, and more importantly her legs to be easily manoeuvred apart. The straps have been shortened somewhat for tonight's entertainment and rather than have her hanging at crotch level, as would normally be the case in such a harness, she is much nearer chest height to those standing guys.
Since we last saw her (arriving for a life of voluntary sexual servitude to her new owners Tim and Carissa) she has not altered much visually. A little more tanned perhaps (and that is definitely all over as she hardly ever is allowed to wear clothes any more), her trademark perfect long honey brown hair maybe just a bit shorter, her perfect body maybe just a little smaller (most due to that diet of cum) but still the cute vision of sexiness that has followed her desire of being nothing more than a cum receptacle and slut.
Opulence. Sheer unadulterated opulence. Tim and Carissa are young and rich beyond others wildest dreams but they don't even think about it anymore, they do what they want and, mostly, what they want is to enjoy themselves and have a good time. Usually that involves sex. This spacious, lavish residence is only part of their empire but having made their money they had retired in their twenties to fully enjoy the fruits of their endeavours and luck. Tim, tall with a military bearing, sandy haired and perpetually well groomed and smiling. His young wife Carissa, sultry and mysterious, with long dark hair and an initial air of danger you just can't put your finger on.
Tim and Carissa enter the sparse room this is happening in, Tim is carrying a large bottle of champagne which he rather theatrically pops to a cheer from the other two guys and his wife. As is usual when you've done that the champagne rushed up to the top and began to spray and spill out, whereupon he jammed the foaming neck of the bottle right into Rachel's shaven pussy, allowing as much alcohol as possible to rush straight in until it is filled and begins to spill out the sides like a fountain. Tim then Carissa drank directly from her bubbling pussy, then their two guests took a mouthful before Tim refilled it messily, spraying the remainder all over Rachel's bronzed chest. Although hardly in the ideal position to do so, Rachel writhed and moaned at the touch of their tongues and the bubbles in her cunt. With their glasses filled the others started to retire to the next door living room for some serious three on one action for Carissa. The lady herself was last to leave Rachel and before leaving took the time to jam a thick, long vibrator right up Rachel's cunt and switch it one. She patted Rachel's head as she passed.
"Be back in a few hours to put you to bed slut."
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It was all of three hours before they returned to Rachel, the two men were long gone, both Tim and Carissa were totally naked, the scent of sex hung in the air.
"Right, let's get you down. You need to get some rest tonight, big party tomorrow."
Rachel hardly even registered the kinky couple's return and allowed them to unhook her from the harness and makeshift stirrups that had held her limbs up. She was still sticky from the champagne so Carissa led her out to the outside shower where the two nymphomaniacs showered together.
Usually, Rachel showering with Carissa involved a lot of tongue work, this time was no different as Rachel sunk to her knees under the battering spray of the hot water and set to work cleansing her mistress of all that had gathered on her creamy skin since she had done the same at ten that morning. Down there Carissa carefully shampooed Rachel's hair. She didn't love Rachel, not properly, not like family but she (and Tim) were growing attached to her. Like a normal couple would grow attached to a cat or a dog. Carissa smiled at that thought; it gave her another idea for tomorrow's party. She smiled and closed her eyes, enjoying the warm spray and the soft motions of Rachel's tongue on her pussy lips.
Later after both had towelled the other off vigorously Tim joined them and they led Rachel to her bed. That bed was located in the small wooden hut to the side of the beach house, Rachel only spent nights in the house itself when she was otherwise engaged and then she rarely actually slept. The hut's furnishings were particularly sparse, in fact all there was were a bed and a machine. In that kind of warm climate the shack could be a blessing as a bedroom of choice. The machine lay at the foot of the basic cot bed. It was a long cylinder ram with an extra long piston extending out of it towards and over the bed sheets. Attached to the end of the piston was a twelve inch long, thick, plastic dildo, and it was on the end of this that Rachel's spent nearly each night. Sometimes Tim and Carissa tied her up, sometimes they used other toys such as nipple clamps, blindfolds or others but usually just that big dildo.
The next day. Seven pm, the party just started and already every guest is in the Beach house and downing a drink, no-one tended to be late for a party that Tim and Carissa held. Tim enters holding a pet bowl and as the company halts momentarily to observe him he makes quite the production of opening a can of some generic dog food and spooning it dramatically into the bowl. From the other end of the room Carissa enters, she is holding a leash and behind her, naked and on all fours is Rachel Stevens. Rachel has willingly allowed herself to be Tim and Carissa's slave (or pet if you will) and in the first few months of her tenure in that role has been to many such parties as this. She enjoys them but knows that her owners like her to act like she doesn't particularly. Whatever, anything to please them.
Carissa is dressed in a wispy, barely there lace teddy that Tim easily pulls from her body and as she commands Rachel to kneel watching them the husband and wife kneel themselves with the bowl and food between them on the floor. Tim with his dick in his hand and Carissa with her dainty hand buried within the wet folds of her pussy then masturbate themselves at a great speed. Apparently racing themselves as to who will be first to spray the dog food with their cum. Their hands are like blurs as they pleasure themselves, their guests see nothing out of the ordinary in this and continue to chat and drink and a few discuss the spectacle. Both have their eyes screwed tight in concentration but open them almost simultaneously and stare intensely at each other as they both cum, coating the food with a thick cream substance (from Tim) and a viscous clear, watery fluid from Carissa (although as she sprays the bowl some drops miss it - not that it matters as Rachel will happily lick them up of the wooden planks).
Both rocked back on their thighs and took a few moments to compose themselves again, their task complete for the moment. Rachel knelt there impassively, trying to hide her eagerness to get tucked into the treat her owners had laid out for her. She failed to hide it well though, her tongue inching out and licking her lips, an involuntary shudder passed through her body as she strained ever so slightly against the collar and lead. Her master was fist up and walked over to her with his shrinking, used d- hanging out, she strained forward towards it and though Tim was happy to see it he did not allow her to get what she wanted so easily. He made her wait until Carissa was up too before finally granting her the permission she craved, that of being allowed to lean into his cock and suck the residue from his sticky cock. That done Rachel spun around and performed a similar clean up on her Mistress's messy cunt too before staring at her meal before her.
By now the room was hushed and nearly all eyes were on the bitch. An awful lot of hands seemed to be reaching for crotches too, not all their own! Carissa released the leash from the collar and commanded Rachel to crawl forward to the bowl and, without any hesitation, the beauty started to consume the messy load in the bowl, her tongue a blur of activity. By this stage there was nearly a full circle of people around her, watching her, commenting and encouraging her. Some had been to these parties before and knew the depths of debauchery that Rachel was more than happy to plumb while the newbie's were only starting to realise.
It made for quite the spectacle and minutes later with her bowl cleared and her face wiped by Carissa the party was back in full swing. Swing being the operative word. By now much of their clothes had been shed and people throughout the house were in the midst of copulating with others. There was some serious action going on, couples, threesomes, more than that and in the middle of it all was Rachel, looking to fulfil her instructions for the evening. Later on, with everybody recovering she would be back in place as the centre of attention, she knew that and squirmed with pleasure at the thought of it. Still right now she was crawling along on her hands and knees, very carefully balancing a large, balloon style brandy glass in her fingers and moving towards her next targets. She had already made her first stop, milking the contents of a very enthusiastic young island girls pussy just after it had been freshly fucked by a guest, trying to get every last drop of his spent cum into the glass. That was her task tonight, to gather as full a cocktail as possible of whatever fluids she could gather and save it up to down later on. It was a task Rachel, particularly relished.
Her next stop was by the cane sofa where one of Tim and Carissa's good friends, Shirley (her husband also at the party and enjoying the ministrations of two nubile twins right at that moment) was accepting the advances of not one, but two large black cocks with her mouth. She was not particularly keen to share her efforts with the pretty little house 'pet' but knew that she would have to. Still she was determined to have maximum fun first.
"Let me see what you have in the glass so far bitch."
She demanded and Rachel complied quickly. This was followed by Shirley taking a big slurp on the cock before her then spitting into the glass.
"Put the glass down for now, these boys won't be cumming just yet, you can make yourself useful by getting on your back and sliding under me and eating me out, right!"
Despite the condescending, bitchy, mean tone of the woman, Rachel did not need to be asked twice. Yeah, sure she preferred cock and cum but she was no stranger to pussy too and an expert at licking it. In a heartbeat she was on her bare back and her petite head was positioned perfectly between the older woman's thighs and with a glistening, shaven pussy just above her she quickly got to work in getting her off. Shirley meantime was trying to ignore the young woman's ministrations and concentrating on the hard, straining lumps of man flesh struggling for space in her cultured mouth.
She sucked them hard, her teeth so near to scraping along their veiny lengths giving each one equal time in her mouth before breaking more boundaries and taking both black cocks in her stretched mouth at once. Only the helmets fit though but still she got them in there and used her tongue expertly on them. She ground her pussy against Rachel's probing tongue and sucked harder than before almost sucking the cum from both guys up from their heaving balls and through their cocks to spray wildly into her mouth.
