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Background: Oil tycoon Theo Harrison has it all—boats, jets, and massive properties around the world. He spends most of his time, however, residing at his Dubai-based complex. Not only is it his largest and most technically advanced abode, but it also features a uniquely skilled staff of 12 stunningly beautiful women, each dedicated solely to keeping Theo sexually content at all times. To maximize efficiency and proficiency, each woman is responsible for a specific room—and thereby, a specific part of Theo's day. These are the stories of the Dubai Dozen, room by room.

Previously: Chapter 10: In the lab with Dr. Alice

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Amber and Emily stand naked, shoulder-to-shoulder, bodies quivering with anxiety. Theo, now wearing only a silk robe, seems oblivious to their stress as he settles into a chair facing them. Although technically his "study," the room is big enough for most of his 45-person staff to be gathered behind the women. They too seem anxious, but for different reasons.

Theo regards both women: Amber, a pale and delicate brunette who barely weighs 90 lbs sopping wet. Emily has more curves, but her blonde head is at least 4 inches shorter than Amber's. After a sip of his whiskey and a long exhale of consideration, Theo makes a nearly-imperceptible nod towards Emily.

Amber barely has time to register his decision when she feels hands grabbing her from behind. She can't help herself from desperately pleading to Theo: "No, no, please! You've chosen her three days in a row! Please! Just once, I promise I can—"

Emily tries to block out her friend's cries, and to ignore the dual feelings of relief and guilt swirling in her gut. She dutifully walks toward Theo, and sinks to her knees between his legs. She pulls open his robe to find that he's already growing stiff. Taking his cock first in her hands, then her mouth, she tries not to think about the scene unfolding behind her.

Amber can't count the number of hands on her body. Pulling her arms, her legs, her hair. She feels the all-to-familiar leather belt being fastened around her tiny waist, and moments later is hoisted off the ground to be suspended from the ceiling. The cable is attached to a ring on her right hip, leaving her to dangle sideways. This leaves all of her holes easily accessible to the circle of men closing around her.

Meanwhile, Emily expertly deepthroats Theo's cock, slowly and using her hands only for fondling his balls. Without looking, she knows exactly what's happening to poor Amber. The sudden muffling of her screams means that one of the men has shoved his dick down her throat. Emily nearly gags as Theo's dick hardens even more. He's clearly enjoying the show happening in the middle of the study.

Amber's world is spinning. Literally. Cocks are fucking all 3 of her holes at different rhythms, causing her to rock and swing like a piñata. Every time one dick dislodges from the motion, another eagerly penetrates her. Rather than try to resist with her hands, she reaches out blindly and grabs any dicks she can. It's her only chance of stabilizing her self.

Emily finishes counting to thirty, and gradually slides Theo's dick out of her throat, both inhaling and tickling the base of his dick as she goes. It's unclear whether Theo's preference for Emily all week has been due to her oral skills, or his wish to see Amber repeatedly gang raped by his staff. Emily considers intentionally gagging or letting a tooth graze Theo's dick, either of which would all but guarantee a role reversal with Amber tomorrow night. But she can't bring herself to voluntarily revisit that Hell.

It's well known that Theo's security guard has the largest cock in the compound, even compared to Theo. And right now, Amber is taking most of it in her stretched jaw. Carlos isn't forceful, but Amber wants to get him as close as possible before he switches to fucking her ass. Even the two men currently pushing their cocks together and into her ass won't stretch her as much as Carlos's battering ram. Feeling him withdrawing from her mouth, she desperately spits what little saliva she has onto him. It won't be enough. As Carlos lines up his cock, nearly the size of a Pringles can, with her ass, all Amber can do is pray that she'll pass out even sooner than she did last night.

After nearly 20 more minutes, Theo takes the final sip of his whiskey. He taps Emily on the head to let her know that she should get him off now, and she dutifully picks up the pace. Most of Theo's staff have already orgasmed in or on Amber, and are sitting along the wall sipping beers and chatting. Theo's head chef is still going at it, both hands wrapped around Ambers skull as he destroys her already-brutalized throat. At her other end, Theo's groundskeeper stands with his dick in Amber's ass, letting the reverberations from the throat fucking do most of the work.

Emily can tell that Theo is getting close, and pushes her head all the way down, bracing for his load. Behind her, she can hear the last guy finishing furiously into Amber's throat. Emily strains to hear if any sound is coming from Amber, or if she once again will have drag her friend's unconscious body back to the barracks. All she can hear is silence.

The concern distracts her for a moment too long, and Theo's orgasm catches her off guard. She gags on the jet of cum, and starts to reflexively pull her head off. Theo slams her head back down as he continues to pump cum into her throat. Her flailing does no good, and she nearly passes out before Theo finally releases her. She rolls onto the floor, gasping and clutching her throat. Through her coughing, she manages to steal a glance towards Amber, who's hanging limply like a rag doll from the ceiling. Strings of jizz dangle from her unconscious body, and Emily doesn't want to know what liquids are still dripping from her holes.

Emily's face is already tear-streaked from the throat fucking, and her eyes well again spotting fresh bruises on her friend's brutalized body. Theo leans over, putting his mouth inches from Emily's ear, and whispers, "I guess I'll need to switch it up tomorrow, eh?"

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