At two PM the day visitors start to turn up. Most of them are men. They have six hours. It is the flowers busiest time of the day, and the weekend is the busiest time of the week. Most had something to eat at the dinner, then looked to play.

“Tony, do you know what I would like?” I asked.

“No but I imagine it involves your pussy.”

“It does, and lots of cocks.”

“Any idea who's?”

“Does it matter?”

“That you are OK does.”

“OK.” I gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“How are you doing it?” Doug asked.

“What do you think Clare, hang on the car lift and see how many want to fuck?”

“With the Welsh and English accent they will all want to fuck you.” Tony predicted.

“They will, what do you think, dangle them there and fuck them? Then control who fucks them after?” Doug suggested.

“O, yes, show them how to do it then pick who fucks us.” I said.

“Just keep them coming.” Clare added.

“Let's get some drinks then go to the garage.” Tony suggested.

“Wait I'm washing out incase someone fucks my ass.”

We stopped off at the dinner for juice then went to the garage. There were twenty men, a couple and half a dozen flowers. Rose was between cocks. I kissed her.

“Are they horny?” I asked her.

“Rampant.”

“Good.” I felt her dripping pussy.

OK, I worked her clit, fingered her and she hung on to me as she came.

Someone said dirty sluts.

Doug put Clare in the swing and Tony helped me into the sling, then strapped me in. I could not move my legs, but I could move my arms from the elbow down.

Tony lubed my tits, ass and cunt, then stood between my legs.

“I'm going to fuck you. Then I'm going to let them all fuck you. You have no choice. You will enjoy it.”

“I will.” Then I added. “My Lord.”

He fucked me. I was looking around as much as I looked at Tony. I felt his cock, sliding into me. I knew he was just the first and trusted him to know when to stop them. His cock moved, he was not tender, he was playing the ‘he wants pleasure’ role. That was what he played, but I knew he would protect me. As his cock made long thrusts, I knew that was for the audience of men. His fingers pulled my hood back and he gently massaged my clit.

“Stuff your cock in her mouth, but don't cum over her face or hair.” Tony said.

Suddenly there was a cock being bounced on my mouth. I turned my head and took it in. It started to move.

“Keep it still, she will move her head.” Tony stopped him gagging me. “Anyone who wants to spunk her tits, go ahead.”

Tony was doing what he did best, fucking me. I came twice then I felt him jet and he was gone. I could not see, but I knew he was still hard.

“Fuck her.” Was all he said.

I felt a cock go in. The BJ came, flooding my mouth. I swallowed, but some escaped, then I felt warmth on my neck and knew it was the second jet from the cock.

The man fucking me gave me one cum and spurted in me and fell away spent. A third started fucking me. I found a cock offered to each hand and I gripped them. I could hear Clare getting fucked a few feet away and others moaning further away. Men giving instructions. Then a cock for my mouth. Spurts over my body and tits. Someone said thank you.

A cock was replaced in my cunt. More cum splashed my tits. Tony spread a towel under me. I stopped counting cocks.

Sometime in that lake of cum I saw Tony pressing a woman against a pillar, fucking her, but he was still looking at me, protecting me. I felt cocks in me, spunk splashing on me, cooling and drying. Tony was still fucking me, while man after man fucked me. I was high on endorphins. Suddenly it was not a cock at my cunt, it was a tongue. A cock in my mouth stopped me from looking. Tony was no longer fucking the woman. I was straining against my bonds, I could no longer concentrate on BJ or wanking. My body was being fucked but I was somewhere else. Every muscle was tight, tired, fucked.

As the man burst into me Tony called an end. He and a woman helped me down. I felt the soaking wet towel under my feet. I wanted to say something, I don't remember what, but I couldn't. I looked at the woman, my eyes were out of focus. I could not tell who she was. My body was slippery with perspiration and cum.

They sat me on a bench. One each side holding me.

As my eyes came back into focus it was Peony.

“OK?” She asked.

“Very OK.” I kissed her.

She returned the kiss, it was not passionate, but it was the right kiss.

We sat there, my body started to work again. I looked for Clare, but she had gone.

Tony and Peony supported me as we walked back to the motel. I wished our room was on the ground floor. After another rest we climbed the steps back to our room.