Faith gets it again
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"Hey, wait a minute..." Her voice had that the tone that said she just figured out what was going on. Her name was Faith and she had been the center of attention at a few party's when she got drunk and was quietly gang banged by most of the male attendees. It had been done in such a way that her husband as stupid as he was never figured it out and only a few wives were aware but they were in on the fun too. This evening was different though.
She was told there would be a staff get together at the end of the day to celebrate closing a big deal.
It had been about 2 month since her last adventure and she had all but moved on from it. When she looked around the board room she realized she was the only female present and that was saying something since half the staff were women. She noticed a few men she had seen before but couldn't quite place. The head of the office staff put his arm around her as she spoke the words and started to escort her to the long table.
Faith tried to back out to the door but the pressure on her shoulder didn't allow her to escape.
"I'm not doing this guys." She said in a take charge voice that had worked so well when she was dealing with business matters.
"Now Faith.... We haven't had a chance to spend any quality time with you in a while and we thought that since you were such a willing participant at a couple of parties that we would arrange a little get together here at the office. This way we don't have to worry about sneaking away to get a crack at you or keep that stupid husband of your busy." The man said to her in a calm collected voice. The entire time leading her unwillingly to the center of the room.
"Sorry guys, but this just isn't happening. Those times I was drunk and forced. I'm not drunk now and won't be willing. This would be called rape." She thought the threat of a crime would surly deter them.
"So be it" was all he said as he grabbed the front of her blouse and forcibly ripped it open exposing her white lacy bra which concealed her huge titties. Most of the men in the room had fucked her at one or the other party where she got out of control but they still couldn't help but be amazed at the size and firmness they showed as the man ripped at her bra next.
As he pulled at the material her body was forced forward and she leaned back causing it to be a brief tug of war for her clothes. While her bra was being riped free of her body and her titties started to fly around another man stepped up behind her and yanked at the waist band of her skirt. She spun and almost fell as she lost her balance. Now she was in a slip with her skirt at her knees and topless, her body spinning from one man to another as she tried to avoid the attack.
Another stepped forward and shoved her just enough to make her fall to the floor. When she did they pounced and held her arms in place as someone pulled at her skirt and slip. What a day not to wear panty hose, she thought to herself.
In the few minutes since she walked into the room she was on the floor naked except for her panties and they were being tugged at. She kick out but her efforts were in vane. Now she was naked in a room filled with a dozen or so horny men.
She had been through this before only not quite as rough. She'd also been half drunk and allowed the events to unfold at the parties but this was different. They weren't here to get a quicky while their wives were kept busy, they were going to fuck her in ways she could only imagine and she didn't have the luxury of alcohol dulled senses.
As these thoughts went through her head she was lifted by arms and legs and placed on the boardroom table. She continued to struggle but having her extremities held in place made that a painful task. Her legs were spread wide exposing the lips of her pussy. A hand reached out and shoved fingers into her. She was dry and the effort caused her to wince in pain.
"She's not quite ready yet boys." The comment was met with laughter and a few cruide remarks. The entire time she was pleading with them to stop. They ignored her and some started to undo their pants. One man stepped between her legs holding his dick in hand and started to rub it up and down the lips of her cunt. She fought as best she could but with a man at each corner she was helpless and her assailant shoved into her. She squealed at the intrusion as he started to rut in and out of her hole. Someone had turned music on and the atmosphere was that of a frat party. A lot of cat calls directed at her. Name calling from slut and whore to cum dumpster. She felt humiliated. Her peers were using her for their pleasure and making fun of her in the process. As the first man finished pumping into her he was replace by the next and then the next. While this was going on some were taking turns trying to get her to blow them but she shook her head and twisted and turned until they eventually gave up.
"I'm gonna butt fuck the slut!" She couldn't see who said it but she didn't like the way it sounded and she wailed her objection to deaf ears. Her cunt was being pummeled one after another and she was sickened at the laughter and crude remarks.
After awhile they stopped holding her down because she stopped struggling. Someone started to turn her over and she started fighting all over again. She knew what was coming and knew if one did it they all would want to. Her pussy was sore and dripping cum all over the table now. Eventually they turned her over and spread her apart all over again. She screamed and fought but it was useless. She felt the pressure of a dick at her asshole and then the push began. She tightened up as best she could and he withdrew but only long enough to shove his finger in deep. When he withdrew his digit he replaced it with his cock in one hard push. She sucked in air as he penetrated her asshole and everyone laughed at her reaction. The pain seared in her asshole like fire but they didn't relent. The one in her pounded her and then shot his wad into her bowels. He was immediately replaced by another and once again the route was on. This time in her asshole.
To prevent them from using her asshole for a second round she agreed to let them use her mouth. They had her crawl from one to another taking turns blowing each man until her belly felt full.
Behind her one of the men followed her around with his camcorder and taped her willingly sucking every dick in the room. He was last and when she saw the camera she refused to continue until it was explained that they had her doing everyone else. They also pointed out that she had done so willingly and as a matter of fact ask them if she could instead of letting them use her asshole. She bowed her head in defeat until the camera man grabbed her by the hair.
"You're not done yet, whore." He said as he guided her mouth to his hard dick. After the camera man blew his load in her mouth someone else said..
"Lets make her water tight". The comment was met with laughter and cheers and she was guided to a man lying on his back. She didn't know what water tight meant but she didn't like the sound of it any more than any other comments they'd made up to now. "Straddle his dick cunt". She was directed.
As she lowered herself onto the dick another was positioned at her asshole and entered. The third mand standing near her placed his dick at her lips and told her to suck it. It was her first 3P and the men started to rut in and out of all her holes at the same time. This act was repeated several more times so they could each be a part of the video clip.
When the men were all fucked out they dressed.
Her original tormentor spoke "The party's over Faith. It's all on video and when I'm done with it you'll look like a completely will participant so don't try to make waves. You'll lose. You'll be getting a raise in the very near future and you'll also be our new rainmaker. Your new job will be to bring in new clients and see to it the old ones stay happy. You'll also service whomever I feel is due a reward or bonus. No-one will try and corner you knowing what they know but you'll be very willing when I say so. Do you under stand?"
She sat silent, still naked on the floor where she was last fucked. He reached down and grabbed the lips of her pussy and squeezed and twisted.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes" She winced at the pain.
"Yes what?" He asked still holding the lips of her hole.
"Yes, sir." She responded meekly.
"You're more fun at work than you are at parties Faith." His words humiliated her as the memory of her actions haunted her.
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Music meandered out from the living room, reaching me in the kitchen/den as I prepared dinner. I caught myself smiling and mindlessly chopping mushrooms in time with her song. Dangerous. Shaking myself, I concentrated on the veal Cordon Bleu I was creating, adding a cooked mushroom and shallot paste to the traditional Swiss and Black Forest ham filling. Amelia, for all her incredible talents, was as good a cook as Kim Jung-un was a leader of North Korea - completely inept. She couldn’t fry...
THE LATE JUNE SUN, even at five-fifteen in the afternoon, was still hot enough to make me sweat lightly under the expansive cream-colored canvass umbrella. I jotted some changes to the script for Even Angels Cry, trying to ignore the report on the glass-topped table next to me, but it was like a spoiled actress with airs - pouting at me for attention. I was a wimp. I didn’t like having serious conversations with Amelia when the serious subject was her grades. She’d amassed a plethora of C’s...
Throughout the night, every time Amelia moved or rolled over, I woke up and drew her back into my arms. I couldn’t get enough of her. She calmed me with her aroma, sleepiness muting her orange blossom scent. She was warm and soft and so deliciously cuddly. Like an opiate to an addict, I needed more. The intimacy we’d shared changed our relationship. It was evident as soon as Amelia woke up in my arms. She looked at me with intensity, and said, “I forgot to tell you I love you last night,”...
I TRIED TO HOLD onto the dream; me holding a naked angel, aroused by her, excited, loving her. It drifted away, a spectral wisp into a morning mist. Her scent hit me first, an intense aroma of sleeping girl; perfect. I felt her, nestled to me, her back against me. Then I understood. Amelia’s naked buttocks were pressed into my groin. My morning erection was held by soft thighs, her hand gently pressing my shaft to her pussy. My erection swelled. Amelia answered with a gentle squeeze....
Dawn broke, warm with clouds in the sky. I sat on the patio sipping coffee while Rufus did his business, meandering through the flowerbeds, around bushes, and inspecting tree trunks. The daily L.A. Times lay on the table unopened. A very unusual event was forecast; rain. I’d believe it when I see it. Early August was far too hot for precipitation. I thought back to the conversation Amelia and I had had two morning ago. I’d woken up to find Amelia awake and naked in my arms, a wholly...
Amelia, pulling away from me, woke me. Morning sun was bright. Never a long sleeper, this time I’d slept longer than usual. I tried to hold onto her. She tugged her arm out of my hand. “Let go, Mike!” Opening my eyes, I asked, “What’s wrong?” Amelia blushed. “I leaked all over the sheet. It’s a mess.” I grinned. How cute. “Would you like to take a shower together?” Amelia grinned. “Kay.” Then she frowned. “But no funny stuff! I’m sore.” My heart ached. I loved her so much. Five minutes...
Two weeks later, I stood in Warner Bros’ studio set one, stage right. Amelia looked up at me, so worried. “I want to go home, Mike.” “You’ll be fine.” “I think I’m going to be sick.” Hugging her slender shoulder, I told her, “It’s normal to feel that way. Everything will change the moment you step out there. Just be yourself. I’ll be here.” Smoky, beautiful eyes studied me, insecure, nervous. “When they see you, they’ll love you. It’s impossible not to.” “ ... so let’s welcome our next...