Playtoy Maid for the Billionaires’ Group

My innocence wasn’t lost — it was sold, stamped, and sealed with thirty billion dollars.

At twenty, I was already drowning in debts and poor choices. Every knock on my door felt like a countdown, every message from the bank a threat. Then came him — a man with calm eyes, a measured voice, and an offer that sounded like salvation.

He said he needed a maid.

Except… it wasn’t just him. They did.

An elite circle of billionaires — powerful, untouchable, dangerous.

Maybe it was greed. Maybe desperation. Or maybe I was just too naive to see the trap dressed as opportunity. Thirty billion isn’t something you turn down. So I agreed. Told myself it was only cleaning, cooking, a bit of serving — harmless work for men who liked things spotless.

But I couldn’t have been more wrong.

It was never about service. It was about submission.

On my first day, they asked me to “run a check.” A doctor entered the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

“Take off your dress, miss,” he said.

And I did.

After his inspection and a few quiet tests, he nodded — “She’s clean.”

Then a woman came in, cold and composed, reading from a small folder.

“You are to serve the Bosses. No questions. No hesitation. You obey. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I whispered.

And just like that, my new life began — one rule, one command, one breath at a time.

Finally, the moment arrived. They herded me to a massive bedroom in the mansion's east wing, silk sheets on a king-sized bed that screamed money and sin. Instructions were clear: strip bare, lay down, wait like a good little whore. My mind raced—how many cocks would I take? Five? Ten? Fuck, as long as the billions flowed, I'd spread wide and beg for more. It couldn't be that bad, right? Just a job. A filthy, cum-soaked job, but hey, think about the payoff.

I stretched out naked on the cool sheets, skin prickling, tits rising with each anxious breath, pussy lips already parting slightly from the anticipation. Exhaustion hit hard—nerves frayed from the day's bullshit—so I closed my eyes, drifting into a hazy sleep, dreaming of stacks of cash and faceless men pounding me into oblivion.

I don't know how long I was out, but awareness slammed back with a jolt: a chilling, invasive sensation deep in my core, like ice teasing my most sensitive spots. My eyes fluttered open, blurry at first, then sharpening on the nightmare-turned-fantasy above me. Three massive men loomed over the bed, their hulking bodies casting shadows, suits discarded, cocks out and raging—thick, veined monsters dripping pre-cum, balls heavy and swinging. They were the Bosses, no doubt: one with a chiseled jaw and tattoos snaking up his arms, another broad as a wall with a cruel smirk, the third lean and predatory, eyes locked on my exposed body like I was prey.

"Wakey wakey, doll," the tattooed one growled, his voice rough as gravel, fingers already knuckle-deep in my pussy, twisting and probing without mercy. The chill? Lube, cold and slick, mixed with my own juices as he finger-fucked me awake. "Open that pretty mouth for your Masters. Time to earn your keep."

“Uhmmm …” Panic mixed with a slutty thrill surged through These were the ones I'd sold my soul to—my owners, my ruiners. No backing out now. I parted my lips, tongue darting out instinctively, and the broad one wasted no time, grabbing my hair in a fist and shoving his fat cock past my teeth.

"Suck it, bitch," he snarled, hips bucking to bury himself balls-deep in my throat. I gagged, saliva drooling down my chin, but I hollowed my cheeks, slurping greedily, tasting the salty musk of his skin as he face-fucked me raw.

The third one—lean and mean—snapped cuffs around my wrists, cold metal biting into my skin, chaining me to the headboard so I couldn't squirm away. "On your back, slut," he commanded, yanking my legs apart until my pussy gaped, pink and glistening.

The tattooed one's relentless thrusts hammered into me, each brutal slam jolting my body against the chains, my tits bouncing wildly as I arched off the bed. His fingers dug into my hips, bruising the flesh, while his cock pistoned in and out, dragging my slick walls with every withdrawal, only to plunge back in deeper, forcing obscene squelches from my soaked pussy. Drool from the broad one's cock still coated my chin, mixing with tears that welled up as the lean one pinched my nipples hard, twisting until I whimpered around the girth choking my throat.

'Who's your master?' the tattooed brute demanded, his chiseled jaw clenched, sweat dripping from his inked arms onto my heaving chest. He slowed just enough to grind his hips in a circle, his thick shaft stirring my insides, bumping my cervix with punishing pressure.

'You! Yes! Fuck! Fuck me!' I moaned senselessly, the words garbled as the broad one pulled out of my mouth with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting my lips to his throbbing tip. My voice cracked into a sob, panic and pleasure twisting into a desperate ache—I needed more, craved the ruin they promised. Tears streamed down my face, hot and salty, as the lean one leaned in, his predatory gaze devouring me. He latched onto my neck, teeth sinking in just enough to draw a sharp sting, sucking hard until a purple bloom marked my skin.

'Pathetic little whore,' the broad one chuckled, his cruel smirk widening as he slapped his slick cock across my cheek, smearing pre-cum and saliva over my flushed face. 'Beg for it. Tell us how bad you want these cocks destroying you.'

'Please... Masters... harder... I need it... ruin my holes...' I begged, my voice breaking into hiccuping cries, body trembling under the tattooed one's assault. He laughed low, pulling out abruptly, his cock glistening with my cream, leaving my pussy clenching on nothing, a pathetic whine escaping me. Juices leaked out, pooling on the sheets beneath my ass, the cool air teasing my exposed, throbbing clit.

They switched without mercy—the broad one taking his place between my spread thighs, his massive frame dwarfing me as he gripped my ankles, folding me in half until my knees nearly touched my shoulders. 'Gonna split this sloppy cunt wide,' he growled, aligning his fat cock and slamming home in one vicious thrust. I screamed, the stretch burning deliciously, my walls fluttering around his invading length as he rutted like a beast, balls smacking my ass with wet thuds. His hands roamed, one clamping over my mouth to muffle my cries, the other mauling my tits, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, leaving red imprints.

The lean one straddled my chest now, his predatory lean form hovering as he fed his cock into my mouth, not gently—thrusting deep until I gagged, nose buried in his musky pubes. 'Swallow it all, pet,' he hissed, his hips snapping forward, fucking my face with short, sharp jabs that made drool bubble at the corners of my lips, dripping down my neck to mix with the sweat and tears. The tattooed one watched, stroking his slick shaft, before diving in to bite my inner thigh, teeth grazing close to my stretched pussy, sucking the tender skin until it throbbed.

I bucked helplessly, chains rattling against the headboard, my body a mess of sensations—overwhelmed, filthy, utterly owned. 'More... please... don't stop... I'm yours...' I gasped when the lean one pulled back for a breath, my pleas dissolving into sobs as another orgasm built, coiling tight in my core. The broad one's pace turned frantic, his grunts animalistic, sweat slicking our joined bodies, his cock swelling inside me before he roared and flooded my pussy with hot spurts of cum, overflowing and trickling down to my ass.

He withdrew with a lewd schlick, cum bubbling out of my abused hole, and the lean one was on me in seconds, flipping me onto my stomach despite the chains—yanking my arms taut overhead. 'Your turn to take it from behind, bitch,' he snarled, kicking my legs wider. His lean hips snapped forward, burying his cock in my cum-slick pussy, the mess making every thrust slippery and obscene, his balls dragging through the creamy puddle. He bit my shoulder, hard enough to break skin, sucking the metallic tang as I cried out, pushing back instinctively, needy for the pain-laced fullness.

The tattooed one knelt in front of me, fisting my hair to force my mouth onto his cock again, tasting my own tangy release mixed with the broad one's seed. 'Clean it up, slut,' he ordered, fucking my throat while the lean one railed my pussy, their rhythms syncing to bounce me between them like a ragdoll. The broad one wasn't idle—his thick fingers probed my ass, slick with lube and cum, stretching the tight ring before shoving two in deep, scissoring roughly.

Tears soaked the sheets under my cheek, my begs turning to broken chants—'Masters... fuck... yes... harder... own me...'—as they used me turn after turn, bodies colliding in a frenzy of bites, sucks, and pounding fucks. My skin burned from their teeth and grips, every hole claimed, dripping with their filth, my submission absolute in the raw, messy haze of domination.