She walked into the back room thinking it was just another casual meetup. Five women already there, all naked, all staring. The door locked behind her with a click. "Strip," the tallest one said. No smile. No bullshit. She hesitated and two of them grabbed her arms, yanking her clothes off until she stood bare and shaking. "On your knees. Now."
They pushed her down hard. The first cunt shoved right against her face was shaved smooth and already wet. "Lick," the owner ordered. She tried to turn her head but hands gripped her hair and forced her mouth open. Tongue out, she dragged it up the slit, tasting salt and heat. The woman above her groaned and ground down, smearing juices across her lips and chin. "Deeper, bitch. Get that tongue in there."
Another woman spread her own legs on the couch and pulled her over by the hair. "Next." This one was hairy, thick lips already dripping. She forced her face in and started licking in long, rough strokes, sucking the clit when they told her to. The group laughed when she gagged on the taste. Hands spread her ass cheeks from behind and someone spat on her own exposed holes. "Keep licking or we make it worse."
They rotated her like a toy. One sat on her face while another held her legs apart and fingered her roughly, laughing at how wet she got against her will. "Look at this slut getting off on it." She tried to protest but a new cunt replaced the last, this one pierced, the metal clicking against her teeth as she was made to suck the ring and lick around it. Every time she slowed, someone slapped her ass or twisted her nipples until she sped up again.
The circle closed tighter. They made her crawl from one to the next, tongue out, licking whatever was presented: swollen clits, dripping entrances, even the tight puckers when they turned and bent over. "Clean it good," one growled, reaching back to spread herself wider. She buried her face in and licked the asshole in desperate strokes while fingers pumped into her own pussy from behind, forcing her closer to the edge without letting her come.
By the fourth or fifth woman her jaw ached and her face was slick with spit and cunt juice.
They didn't care. They took turns riding her tongue, grinding until they came, flooding her mouth and making her swallow. When one finished another took her place immediately. "Group rule," the leader said. "Nobody leaves until everyone's satisfied." She lost count after the sixth. Her tongue felt swollen, her knees bruised from the floor, but every time she tried to stop they forced her back down with slaps and grips on her hair.
Finally they pulled her up and bent her over the table. One sat in front of her face again while the others took turns fingering and licking her from behind until she came hard, shaking and moaning into the cunt still pressed to her mouth. They didn't stop there. They kept her licking through their own orgasms, using her tongue until every one of them had come at least twice.
When they finally let her collapse on the floor, covered in sweat and mess, the leader leaned down. "Good girl. Same time next week. Next time you don't get to come until the end." She nodded, too wrecked to argue, already knowing she'd be back.
