Amy's collar glowed a soft green as sunlight filtered through the blinds on her fourteenth birthday. She stretched, the smart band around her throat displaying her ID and zero rest timer. 'Finally,' she muttered, voice laced with sharp anticipation. Her father, Master Harlan, burst in with four grinning friends, all registered and cleared. They launched into a ragged 'Happy Birthday' that dissolved into laughter.
'Happy birthday, princess,' Harlan said, already unbuckling. 'Time to earn that green light properly.'
Amy sat up, collar humming with vitals, and arched a brow. 'Princess? Please. I'm the one keeping five cocks hard before breakfast. You boys better pace yourselves or the app will yellow me out early.'
The men chuckled, but her tone was steel wrapped in silk. She slid from the sheets, short nightdress riding up to reveal smooth skin. 'Who's first? Or are we doing the full five-orifice special? Mouth, pussy, ass, and two hands—standard protocol.'
One friend, lean and quick-witted, scanned her QR code. 'App says deepthroat permitted and anal cleared. Enthusiasm score 9.2 last quarter. Impressive.'
'Flattery gets you the first blowjob,' Amy shot back, dropping to her knees with a wicked grin. 'But only if you last longer than the rest timer.' She wrapped her fingers around his hardening cock, stroking it to full thickness while her tongue teased the head. 'Mmm, already throbbing. Horny much?'
Harlan moved behind her, lifting her ass. 'Wet already, sweetheart? Dripping for duty.' He slid two fingers along her pussy, finding her slick and ready. Amy moaned around the cock in her mouth but kept her wit sharp. 'Dripping? That's just good training. Now fuck me like you mean it or I'll rate you all ones.'
They positioned her— one cock in her pussy, another claiming her ass, the third down her throat in a deep blowjob, and two more guided to her hands. She stroked them rhythmically, panting as the rhythm built. 'Harder,' she gasped between thrusts, sweat beading on her skin. 'Don't hold back on my birthday.' The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping, her witty barbs turning to moans: 'That's it—fill this strong little slut. Cum for me.'
Bodies moved in sync for the thirty-minute block. Amy came first, pussy clenching, then again as hot cum flooded her ass and throat. The men followed, panting, sweating, one after another painting her skin and dripping from her holes. She swallowed what she could, licking her lips. 'Not bad. App's going to love those scores.'
Collars shifted to yellow. They headed outside for cake under the summer sun, Amy striding ahead with pride, already plotting the next round.
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