Kim has just turned fourteen, and her parents have arranged a fairly kinky birthday party for her. Part 3/3.
More than an hour passed. The initial chaos slowly calmed down. The girls on the floor were all occupied, and not only by the party members. Some fathers took a break after finishing their own turn and went to the bar or to a nearby seat to watch. Those who had already finished chatted, drank coffee, and ate small snacks. They also talked with the women strapped in the other seats, who were all too happy to participate in the general conversation, in between being fucked. We all were one big, perverted family now, celebrating my daughter’s new status.
The lines thinned. Kim and Diana, still strapped in their seats, were a mess. Their bodies glistened with sweat, and the air around them was heavy with the musky scent of sex. Cum from dozens of males was trickling from their well-used holes, soaking the leather seats below. The counters were spinning. Both my daughter and my wife were in a blissful trance, with their eyes rolled up and their bodies twitching; they no longer screamed, but only moaned non-stop. They reached the orgasmic plateau where the pleasure did not stop, but rolled over them in steady tidal waves. The girls’ cleaning staff visited them twice, emptying their wombs, washing their holes and refreshing lubrication, and they were instantly filled again.
And they still had almost one more hour before their session was supposed to end, one hour for a long, unhurried celebration.
The last boy in the queue, a lanky fourteen-year-old named Lucas who lived down our street – I met him before; he always had his eyes for Kim, but never dared to approach her – finally had his turn. He’d been waiting patiently, watching everything with a quiet intensity. He looked at Kim, whose body was still trembling, and then at me. There was a reverence in his gaze that I hadn’t seen in the others.
“Sir,” he said, his voice hoarse. He looked back at Kim. “Can I…”
“Go ahead, son,” I said. “She’s all yours.”
Kim still had a dozen minutes of her time left, and he could take them all.
He didn’t just plunge in. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, then her cheek. She stirred, her hazy eyes focusing on him. “Lucas,” she whispered, a small smile touching her lips. “Finally! F-fuck me… Ahhh…”
He slowly pushed into her, then stopped, just holding himself there, buried deep inside her. His movements were slow and deliberate, a stark contrast to the frantic energy of the boys who had gone before. He was savoring this, every second. He watched her face, his expression a mixture of awe and adoration. “You’re so beautiful, Kim,” he murmured, his hips beginning to move in a slow, rhythmic pace. Kim, whose holes were swollen and oversensitive, squealed on his every thrust. He was fucking her hard and steadily.
Her light began to blink red. Her breathing hitched. I knew this sign; it meant the girl was on the verge of fainting from the overload of pleasure. She was strong; she held up for nearly three whole hours, but she’d reached her limit.
“Look at me, Kim,” Lucas said, his voice gentle but firm. “Stay with me.”
He increased his pace slightly, his hand moving down to rub her swollen clit. The dual stimulation, the pressure on her sensitive nerve endings, was too much. With a soft, almost inaudible gasp, her body went limp in the harness. The counter above her head incremented for one last, powerful orgasm, and then her light turned to a solid, steady red.
“Jamie…” Diana cried. I saw concern in her expression. She didn’t want this. She wanted her daughter’s birthday to be about pleasure, not passing out. “Aaahhh… mmm…” A huge black man distracted her, pushing into her throbbing, swollen pussy.
“She’s okay, Diana. The rules are to finish the fuck, then to unstrap the woman.”
And Lucas didn’t pull out. He continued to fuck her gently, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic as he approached his own climax. I watched, fascinated. I saw the boy’s buttocks clench as he held himself inside her and released a final, deep load of cum. Her young body shuddered once as his hot sperm filled her already saturated womb, then she was completely still. The timer chimed. Three hours had passed.
I patted his shoulder. “You did great! Come to visit us! I’m sure you’ll do more when you meet Kim next time!” I unstrapped Kim. Her sweat-glistening body was completely limp, a ragdoll of satisfied exhaustion. I lifted her in my arms, her head lolling against my chest. She was breathing, a soft, steady rhythm.
I carried her towards the small rest area adjacent to the main floor, a cozy space with a shower, soft couches, and private nooks, designed for exactly this purpose – for recovery and post-play intimacy. I washed up Kim’s light limp body, sticky with sweat and cum, then I found a fresh plush leather sofa and laid her down gently, covering her nakedness with a soft, clean blanket provided by the staff. I looked at her, my fourteen-year-old daughter, now a veteran of the Gallery, a certified slut. The counter on the wall above her seat had been reset for the next guest, but in my mind, I could still see the final number: 127. A birthday to remember indeed.
Diana’s three hours were also up. The last man in her line, a distinguished-looking older gentleman in a tailored suit, finished with a groan and a final, deep thrust. Her counter had ticked an impressive 102 times.
I helped her unstrap. Her legs were shaky, and she leaned against me as she stood. We walked over to the couches where Kim was lying.
She knelt by our daughter, caressing her little naked body. Kim slightly trembled in her post-fainting sleep.
“I need to wash up,” she said. “Carry Kim’s presents to our car, and return to pick us up. We’ll wait for you here.”
“Of course.” I kissed her and left.
***
I asked two service girls to help me carry the packages. Smiling, they took the bags and followed me to the parking lot, not bothering to change from their Gallery uniforms – that is, the jewelry and nothing else. We loaded the pile of presents onto the back seat of my SUV.
“What a party!” one of the girls, a slender redhead with freckles, said, leaning against the car door. “She looked like she had fun.”
“A whole lot of it,” I laughed.
The other girl, a curvy, dark-skinned beauty, ran her finger down my chest. “You must be proud of her.”
“Extremely,” I replied, my gaze lingering on her naked body.
A group of men approached, cheering and whistling at the sight of two naked girls in the parking lot. “Hey cuties! Are you free?”
“Not exactly!” the redhead beamed to them. “We still are on our shift. But there is one exception that allows us to keep away from the workplace for a bit…”
“Let me guess…” a large bearded man laughed.
“Yep, when we are serving men elsewhere!” the dark-skinned one finished.
They all laughed.
When I headed to the Pyramid, both girls were bent and moaning on the nearest car hoods, taken hard from behind. I left them to their service and walked inside.
***
I found my family in the same nook where I left them. Kim was sitting on the couch, wrapped in the blanket, slowly sipping a colorful fruit juice through a straw. She looked exhausted, but a faint smile played on her lips. Diana was beside her, her arm protectively around our daughter’s shoulders. Both were already wearing the transparent dresses in which they came here.
“How are you feeling, birthday girl?” I asked, sitting down on her other side.
Kim looked up at me, her eyes bright. “Tired,” she said, her voice still a little raspy. “But… good. Really, really good.” She snuggled closer to me. “Thank you, Dad. That was… the best gift ever.”
“I’m glad, honey,” I said, my heart swelling with a warm pride. “But the day’s not over yet. We still have to go to the restaurant, and the cinema, and don’t forget your presents at home. And maybe a second round of presents we’ll buy you here,” I added with a wink. “The last ones.”
“Wheee!” She jumped to her feet, but staggered and almost fell. We caught her.
“Careful, dear!” Diana stood up, also swaying a bit. “You had more orgasms today than some women have in a year! You need to replenish your strength. Let’s go to eat; I’m starving.” She grinned. “The only drawback of those harnesses is that they keep our heads too high! Just imagine how much fresh protein we could swallow in three hours…” She looked at me meaningfully.
“Haha, maybe next time we’ll go to the Basement; they provide the arrangement you want. But you need to be extra flexible for that.”
“What did you just say about a year?” Kim asked. She counted in her mind as we slowly made our way out of the Gallery, passing through the moans, screams, and squirts. “That means… er… just one orgasm in three days? So few? How is this possible?”
“Some people are not that lucky, sweetie.” Diana kissed her head. “Or not that brave. But we’re a proud free-use family, and we’ve always made our pleasures count.”
We passed a line of men waiting for their turn at the seats near the entrance. A slender, pretty young woman was just being strapped into her place, and she was visibly nervous. I recognized her – it was Nina; she must have booked another time slot. Her eyes found me. The shyness and guilt from before were gone, replaced by a different kind of tension. She wasn’t scared anymore; she was excited, her breathing was shallow and fast, and her hard nipples betrayed her arousal.
The men were already touching her, caressing her arms, breasts, and thighs as the service girl was finishing with the straps. One of them already had his cock out, rubbing it against her hip. She looked straight at me, a slow, deliberate smile spreading across her face. She was no longer a woman seeking revenge. She was a corrupted, lustful creature craving pleasure. She would be fine now.
***
We were sitting in the small Italian restaurant on the food court level, waiting for our order to arrive, lazily munching on focaccia and sipping wine. Kim had her glass too, as she has officially crossed the line to adulthood today. She was still unusually quiet, still processing her experiences, with a dreamy look on her face.
“Dad…” she turned to me. “I remember you said at the beginning that I’m becoming the school slut now. Does it mean what I’m thinking?..”
I hugged her thin shoulders.
“Exactly, dear. You have been fucked by so many of your classmates today; there’s no way to keep it hidden. The rumors will spread; in a day or two everyone will know that you are available. So there’s no point in resisting.”
Kim blushed. “And they all will… er, fuck me? On recesses, in the locker room, after classes?”
“Yeah,” Diana said, kissing her hair. “Everywhere. And you’ll let them all fuck you, won’t you, honey? That’s what we women are born for.” She smiled. “But don’t be afraid; you won’t be alone. I saw the girls from your class — Mary, Sandra, Fay and that little redhead whose name I don’t know — helping out at the back today. They’re all school sluts now, too.”
“I’m proud of you, sweetie,” I told Kim, squeezing her shoulder. “A free-use woman is a gift to the world, and you’re starting early.”
Kim nodded thoughtfully. “Okay. I… I think I can manage this. Actually, I feel… it’s right. And it… it feels good that boys want me.”
“Exactly,” Diana confirmed. “And always remember our rules. Say yes. Never say no. And don’t forget to enjoy.”
“So…” Kim’s blush deepened. “Do I have to… um… with the adults, too? Teachers? Like Mr. Thompson? He is… energetic.”
All three of us laughed.
“Your call, dear,” I said. “I think you are ready to take them, too.”
“And blowjobs, dear! Do not forget about blowjobs! You did not have them today, but they are wonderful, and tasty!” Diana added. “Men love them, too!”
“You could practice with me tomorrow,” I suggested.
“Wow!” Kim’s eyes shone.
***
For the cinema, Kim had picked the Zootopia IV cartoon. She might have spent three hours in the Gallery and embraced her new role of the school slut, but she was still just a girl who had only turned fourteen. We found some empty seats near the aisle. The theater was about half-full of families with their kids. During the ads before the movie, Kim and Diana exchanged glances, smiled at each other, unfastened their dresses, and put them on their seats. All they had left on were their anklets.
My two favorite women sat there, absolutely naked, their asses right on the plush velour seats, their legs slightly spread. The armchairs were convenient and high, so they weren’t really exposed; they were just doing what was most convenient and comfortable to them. We didn’t pay much attention to the others. Actually, nobody objected.
After the movie, we went for the ice cream. Kim was excitedly skipping around; she could not stop talking about Judy Hopps she was totally in love with.
***
And, finally, it was present time. We led Kim through the mall.
“What would you like to have for the presents?” Diana asked.
Kim thought for a moment, looking at her dress.
“I think…” she began, “that I need some slutty dresses for school. My present uniform is too close! But maybe I cannot wear this…” She pointed to her short transparent birthday dress.
Diana nodded. “Yes, honey, I agree. It’s beautiful, but it will be too distracting for boys. Let’s find you something more balanced while still slutty.”
We turned to the ‘Femme Fatale’ boutique. Their style was exactly what Kim was looking for. The shop assistant, a tall, elegant girl with her legs in black silk stockings and a miniskirt that barely covered her, looked at us and understood everything. She led Kim to a small podium, surrounded by mirrors. The girl took Kim’s measurements; her fingers brushed against the small, sensitive points of my daughter’s skin. Kim stood there, naked except for her bracelets, her body still marked by the day’s exertions.
“How about this, my dear?” The assistant returned with a simple but provocative schoolgirl uniform. The plaid skirt was shorter than Kim’s hand’s length, and the white blouse was thin and translucent, with a deep V-neckline. Kim tried it on, and it fit perfectly. The blouse clung to her small, budding chest, hinting at her developing form without revealing too much. The skirt rode up her thighs, offering a glimpse of the round curve of her buttocks with every step.
“Wow,” Kim whispered, turning in front of the mirror. She looked at me and Diana. “What do you think?”
“You look perfect, sweetie,” I said, my voice a little hoarse. “Absolutely irresistible! And it still looks like a school uniform, so the teachers won’t object.”
We bought three sets of it, differing in colors and minor details.
“If I may suggest,” the assistant said, packing up the bag for us, “this uniform goes best without underwear. No bras, no panties. And no socks or shoes. You should wear nothing with this dress, young lady.” She winked. “Men are so easily aroused by that.”
Kim giggled. “I will!”
Then she pulled us to the toy shop. And not the kid toys, of course! She went straight to the shelf with butt plugs and dildos. “They… they were so nice… in the Gallery… I want to have them for me!”
She chose several plugs, of various shapes and sizes, a slender, pink dildo, and a small but powerful vibrator with a remote control. “To play with my friends!” she giggled.
I winked and threw in a set of temporary pornographic tattoos. “We’ll help you apply them to your back. It’ll be a nice surprise for the boys — they won’t see the pictures until you take your clothes off!”
Our final stop was the jewelry shop. I wanted to get her something more permanent than just flower anklets. The shop was a discreet, elegant space, with private viewing rooms. I asked for the ‘special’ collection.
The saleswoman, a mature, poised woman with a diamond collar around her neck, looked at Kim with the professional evaluating eye.
“I would not recommend piercings at your age, young lady,” she said. “Not yet. They’d better wait until you fully stop growing. But I think I have something to offer…”
And she led us to the display with the elegant minimalist set. Kim’s eyes lit up. “They… They are…”
The saleswoman smiled. “Yes, it’s called ‘The little slave’. Try it!”
She took a set. The set consisted of a wide collar, two anklets, and two bracelets, all made in the same style, of regular and blackened silver. Every piece had small but sturdy, welded-in rings, not removable. On each piece there was an inscription in elegant, cursive letters. Collar: “SEX SLAVE”. Anklets: “SLUT” and “FUCK ME”. Bracelets: “FREE USE” and “ANY HOLE”. She clasped the collar around Kim’s neck. It was beautiful. She put on the anklets and the bracelets. It was a bit creepy on a young teen, but also extremely provocative.
“And, of course,” the saleswoman added with a conspiratorial smile, “the most important piece.” She pulled out a small key and locked all the pieces. “The key is to be kept at home, with your parents. You won’t be able to take off your jewelry by yourself now. You’ll wear them always, in school, out on the street. They’ll know, and they’ll understand.”
Kim looked at herself in the mirror. She was trembling a little, her cheeks flushed. Her tender body was a canvas of contradictions – the face that still hinted at her former child features, the innocent eyes, the newly slutty uniform, and now these permanent marks of her status.
I paid the bill, accepting the small silver key. It felt warm and heavy in my palm, a symbol of my ownership, of our family’s commitment. “You’ll get another set when you’re eighteen, Kim,” I told her, slipping the key into my pocket. “And one more on your wedding – if you’ll want to have any – with the key given to your husband.”
***
We were walking to the parking lot as the last rays of the setting sun painted the windows of the Pyramid in hues of orange and pink. Kim was almost floating with excitement, clutching her shopping bag with her school uniforms. And the presents from her friends were awaiting her in our car.
“I think that Kim might need a special training,” I said thoughtfully. “You know, all the fine tricks you women are using to attract and satisfy men better.”
Diana nodded. “Agree. Do you have something in mind?”
“I met quite an extravagant old lady in the Gallery today. She was a prostitute for over forty years, and now she’s retired, but is still fucking for pleasure. She invited me to her home to show some tricks, so I took her phone.”
Diana laughed. “Who, Millie? Oh, I know her! The best of the best! My mom and her aunt were huge fans of her. Millie could take twenty-five men in a single gangbang! She would be a perfect teacher for Kim!” She hugged me. “Please, Jamie, do it!”
Kim watched us with wide eyes. “Prostitute? What’s this?”
I ruffled her hair. “It’s a very special job, honey. Some women choose to be sluts as their career, to pleasure men for money. Millie was one of the best. She knows everything about men, about pleasure, about being a woman – and about making a fortune of it.”
“Can she teach me to… make men feel good?”
“Oh, absolutely,” I smiled. “I’m sure she can teach you things your mom and I could never even imagine.”
***
The rest of the evening was peaceful and domestic. We ate a light dinner, and then Kim, her energy finally depleted, snuggled between us on the couch, her head on my lap, her small, cool fingers tracing patterns on the silver collar at her neck. She was fast asleep before the movie we put on even reached the halfway point. She seemed so small and innocent, like a child again, a stark contrast to the seasoned slut she had become just hours ago.
I looked at my wife. Her head rested on my shoulder, her eyes half-closed. “Thank you, Jamie,” she whispered. “For today.”
I kissed her. “You are welcome. And you were the stars of the Gallery today, you both. Of all the women I fucked in my life, you are the best.”
And they really were.
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