Boxing Day

The slaves hit the floor in nothing but heels and cuffs. Leather strapped tight around their wrists. Guests already had their dicks out before the first drink hit the table. One girl bent over the bar, another spread on the stairs. Big cocks pounding into tight holes without mercy. Every thrust landed deep. Bodies slammed against wood and stone. Asses reddened. Hair tangled in fists. The pace never slowed. Rough hands held them open. The air smelled like sweat and sex. Hard and filthy, just the way they wanted it.