by Tammy Goaren
They stand on either side of me, their hands gliding over my skin. Javier rubs my ass, running a finger along the crack. Carlos is playing with my tits, squeezing the fleshy mounds, teasing my hard nipples with his palm. I shiver as they play with me, trying not to make any noise. I don’t want them to know just how much I’m enjoying this, how good it is to have four masculine hands toying with my naked, horny body.
After a few more minutes, they drag me over to the hood of the car. Javier pushes me down on my side, bent so that my head is hanging in front of the grill, with my ass end angled toward Raul. As Carlos lifts up my leg, it exposes all of my pussy to their boss. I swear I see his grin widen, but then Javier is grabbing my hair, tilting my head back and offering me his stiff cock.
I know what he wants me to do. I take the dick in my hand and guide it into my mouth. Javier shifts his hand, placing it on the back of my head and pushing me a little further down his shaft. I gag a little as his throbbing tip brushes the back of my throat, but I’m only granted a second to fight the reflex before he slides even deeper.
Behind me, Carlos is rubbing my thighs and ass, careful to avoid my pussy per Raul’s instructions. I’m aching though, wanting so bad to have my cunt touched and teased. Just one finger sliding over my clit or dipping into my wet little hole, just for a second to relieve the hungering, burning desire! But I don’t get any relief.
“I don’t have any rubbers, boss,” Carlos runs a finger over my asshole, spreading the oozing juices from my sopping pussy over the dark pucker.
Raul barks a cold laugh, “Guess our little DEA slut toy gets it bareback, then.” I can hear that impish grin in his tone. He enjoys watching me be defiled and knowing that makes me even hotter.
Carlos continues playing with my ass, wiggling his finger into my tight anus. He uses the excess juices running down my thigh and along my crack to lubricate the opening. I’ve never had anyone touch me this way, the sensations only heighten my arousal, making me gush even more. When he presses the head of his cock against my asshole, I’m so caught up in the moment that I don’t hesitate or flinch. I lean into him, eager to let him fill my virgin rectum with his swarthy cock.
He eases into me. I groan around the dick I’m sucking, sounding like a cheap whore as he buries himself into me inch by inch. The wrongness of being anally penetrated does nothing to tarnish this depraved glory. It’s just what I needed to let go of every inhibition, to shed the skin of Agent Ashley Reynolds and become just Ashley, a sex starved young woman willing to do anything so long as it feels good. And this feels amazing!
“You’re enjoying this,” Raul’s voice is so smooth and husky. I glance at him from the corner of my eye. He’s standing above me. “And I enjoy seeing you this way. Naked and completely filled with cock. Well, almost completely filled…” His finger grazes over my labia and I shudder violently. Carlos lets out a groan as the motion makes me squeeze his cock a little tighter.
His finger easily slips between my moist pussy lips, rubbing along my opening and up to my swollen clit. The slow, precise rhythm of his fingertip caressing my throbbing nub makes it hard for me to focus on what he’s saying. I only half hear him as I start to peak, coming close to that high rise of ecstasy.
“Agent Reynolds, the once high and mighty, now look at you… Reduced to a filthy, greedy little whore. It’s nice to finally meet the real you, the part of you that you’ve suppressed,” he pulls his hand away and I whimper, my cunt screaming for more. “Patience, you’re not allowed to come until I say so.”
I feel him step closer, then I feel something large, hard and fleshy poke against my opening. Judging by the head alone, his cock has to be enormous. I’m suddenly unsure, I’ve never had something so thick inside me before, but this new Ashley is ready to try.
He teases me with the tip, running it between my wet slit, circling it around my hard little nub. I’d be begging him to fuck me if my mouth and throat weren’t stuffed full of Javier’s dick. My whole body is squirming, pleading without words to be stretched by Raul’s impressive meat. He finally takes pity on me and in a smooth, hard thrust buries himself balls deep into my tight cunt.
“Now you’re full,” he grunts, holding his cock inside me, letting my straining pussy get used to his girth and length. I feel as though I’ve been impaled three times over. My rectum, pussy and throat all being used by three of the hottest dicks I’ve ever had. My body is alive with sensation, tingling from my head all the way to my toes, as the three criminals fuck me hard and deep.
Javier keeps one hand on the back of my head, his other pinching and slapping my bouncing tits. Carlos and Raul are plowing into my other two holes. I feel the car rocking beneath me, the hood warm against my naked flesh. I’ve completely forgotten that back up is on the way, all I can think about is this moment.
“Finish.” I hear Raul growl and at first I think he’s talking to me. It takes me a second to figure out that this command is for Javier and Carlos.
I know I’m getting close to coming, but I hold it back, not willing to disobey for fear of having this all end too soon. I want every ounce of pleasure that can be rung out of this, I want a fucking spiritual awakening and if I come too soon, I may never get the profound orgasm I’ve longed for since I let Jimmy Bradford take my virginity in the back of a Chevy Impala.
Javier is the first to comply. He holds my head steady and forcibly deep throats me, barely giving me a second to breath in between strokes. Right before his cock explodes, he pulls out and showers my face with sticky, hot cum. I’m too busy gasping for air to manage to get much of it in my mouth, but I swallow the thick globs I do catch.
Seeing me coated in his friend’s semen gives Carlos an extra push. He strokes in and out of me a few more times, roughly thrusting into my tight rectum, before sliding all the way out. I expect to feel his cum on my ass and back, but he moves around the front of the car and stands in front of me. I open my mouth, inviting him to fill it, but he just shakes his head at me.
I grasp his shaft, pumping my hand along him as he positions himself in front of my bouncing tits. The first shot splatters across my round, naked breasts, clinging to my nipples. It’s joined by another and another until I’ve coaxed it all from him. The final drop oozes down the tip of his cock and he leans close, rubbing it away on my sticky tits.
“Good girl,” Raul purrs, sounding pleased, but he slides his cock out of me.
Did he come and I not realize it? I start to whine, to beg him not to stop, but then I see his mighty dick is still rock hard. I stare at the glorious meat for as long as I can, but he rolls me onto my belly, pulling me toward him so I can stand, bent over with my ass in the air. He gives one of my cheeks a sharp slap, the sting of his hand causing me to moan.
“Such a good girl,” he goes on. Slowly his dick thrusts into me again and I let out a sigh as I’m stretched to the max. “Now it’s time for your reward, little slut.”
He starts ramming into me, pounding hard and fast. I don’t hold back, there’s no one else around to hear me, so I make all the noise I want, moaning and grunting as he fucks me on the hood of the sedan. I know Javier and Carlos are watching, I know I just let three criminals fill every hole on my body with cock and the depraved nature of this night has me wishing it would never end. I’m sick of being a good girl DEA Agent, if this is what it’s like to be bad, then I want to be rotten to the core!
“Oh yes, fuck me!” I cry, flexing my hips back to meet each inward slam.
He growls and quickens his pace. “Tell me you’re sorry,” he commands. “You’re sorry you chased me, arrested me…”
“I’m sorry!” The words come out with a moan. “I’m sorry I was so bad to you!”
Raul slaps my ass cheek again, harder than before. “You were bad, you were a bad, uptight little bitch. And now you’re just my bitch, aren’t you?”
I nod, feeling the heat rise with each merciless thrust. “Yes, I’m your bitch now!” It was true, I had surrendered to
him completely. I was under his control and despite the fact that this should terrify me, I’m reveling in it!
“I’m gonna make sure you don’t forget it,” he says with another slap. “I’m gonna come in your pussy, Ashley. I’m gonna fill you with my fertile seed and make you pregnant. Then you’ll always remember me and remember that this pussy is always going to me mine. I own you now, bitch.”
A moan escapes me. I don’t try to resist, I let him exert his dominance, I let him do whatever he wants. “Yes, oh yes,” I consent, my voice breathy, the words coming in between gasping sighs. “Whatever you want, please just let me come! I need to come!”
“Touch yourself,” he orders me, still slamming my cunt.
I obey without hesitation, sliding a hand beneath myself so I can rub at my clit. My moaning gets louder as I totter on the edge and I beg him to let me orgasm.
“Not yet,” he’s breathless. “Tell me you want my cum inside you. You want me to fuck a baby into your womb, so you always have a piece of me with you forever.”
I bite my lip, struggling to hold back the tidal wave. “Cum in me, please… I want your cum, I want your baby inside me!” The words roll off my tongue, I keep pleading with him until he finally grants my wish.
“Come, baby doll,” he groans and I can tell he’s just as close to coming as I am. “Come on my cock!”
That’s all I need to hear. The first wave of release hits me like a truck, jolting through my body as the reality of everything I’ve done in the last twenty minutes washes over me. Fucked with three cocks at once, filled so full and then finally getting to have Raul Esperanza’s huge dick pound me. With the second wave I’m screaming, I’m not sure what I’m saying, it might even be complete gibberish, but I’m so lost in this glorious orgasm I don’t care! Over and over my body convulses, my pussy tightening and quivering around Raul’s thick meat.
He growls and savagely rams deep into my constricting tunnel. His tight balls slap against me as the first rush of hot cum erupts into my accepting cunt. The throes of my orgasm milk him for every drop, greedily taking all of his virile seed.
We stay like this for a few moments, coming down off the raging passion. Even after Raul has gathered himself, I can’t bring myself to move off the hood of the sedan. I hear him talking to Javier and Carlos, the gate opens behind me. I know I should try to stop them, but there’s no way I can get my body to work now, I don’t even think I can walk.
I fully expect reality to catch up with me, for it to crash down and destroy the happy glow that’s settled on every inch of my ravaged skin. I’ve just been gang banged and I’m probably pregnant with Raul Esperanza’s baby, why am I not freaking out about this? How am I going to explain how all of this happened to my colleagues?
Shit! The task force!
“You have to go…” I mumble, forcing myself into an almost standing position. I have to lean heavily on the car. “I called in reinforcements, you need to hurry before they get here…” I can’t let him get caught now, I know I did this to delay his escape, but he’s given me something, not just a baby, but more than that; sexual satisfaction. I owe him for that.
Raul grabs me by the arm, steadying me as he drags me around to the back of the sedan. For an instant, fear rises in my chest, I’m afraid he’s about to shove me in the trunk instead of letting me go, but instead he opens up the back door. The unspoken question hangs between us. Escape with them and let the bad girl be truly free or stay here and go back to being good little Agent Reynolds?
Still naked, still covered in cum with sex juices running down my thighs, I make my decision. I climb into the backseat and set the bad girl free.
STORY FOURTEEN
Chapter 1
It was just going to be a normal checkup, I told myself as I sat in the waiting room of the doctor's office. I was there for my yearly gynecology examination, nothing out of the ordinary. And I knew that I was going to be fine, really; a young woman like me, junior in college, who kept herself in shape and didn't have any medical conditions? I was sure to be just fine. Not that it stopped me from being incredibly nervous about the exam, but I knew, deep down, that it was just going to be a normal exam. Maybe I was nervous because of the fact that it was a new gynecologist for me? That was probably it.
It didn't take long for me to be led into an exam room, where I was weighed, my measurements and vitals were taken, and I was left alone after that. I sat on the exam bed and waited. I eyed the leg stirrups with no small amount of trepidation. I hadn't taken my pants off just yet, but I knew what a gynecological exam entailed – this wasn't my first rodeo, after all. It took even less time than I had waited in the front for the doctor to come in. I had to admit, seeing him actually put a lot of my fears to rest; he was older than I was, with some gray in his otherwise black hair, but he looked fit, and kind, and I probably couldn't have asked for much better.
“Hello, there!” He said in a deep rumble of a voice. I was startled; that voice was already doing things to me, and we hadn't even gotten to the part where I had to take my pants off. My, this appointment was going to be interesting! “I'm Doctor Jones,” he said with a kind smile that made his eyes wrinkle at the corners. I felt at ease and turned on all at once. I shifted in my seat to try and press my thighs together to tamp down on that sensation. He hadn't even touched me yet!
“I'm Jenna,” I said as we shook hands. He pulled my chart from the door and began to file through it, nodding to himself as he went. “But I imagine you already knew that,” I laughed nervously. Could he tell I was already turned on? Did they teach that at gynecology school?
“Oh, that's alright,” he said with another chuckle without looking up at me. “What brings you in to see me today?” I hesitated to answer the question as he continued to flip through my chart, getting all of my information down before he continued, as I was a new patient of his. I watched as Doctor Jones looked down at my chart, pushing his rounded square-rimmed glasses further up his nose when they slipped too low. I didn't mind; it gave me time to take in the eye candy, and how well it was wrapped in that lab coat and button up top. Oh, look – it even had a lovely green bow tied around his neck! I suppressed a giggle at my own thoughts.
I wondered what was going through his mind as he scanned my chart. From what I could gather from the nurse’s measurements, my numbers were perfectly normal. I was a healthy twenty-two year old woman, with no medical maladies, and no need for any prescriptions. I wasn’t even on the pill - which was largely the reason I had come to see him, as I needed a contraceptive. I was neither overweight nor underweight, and I liked to exercise, so I knew I was in shape. At least I didn't have a complicated chart for Doctor Jones to walk into with a new patient; he probably had to deal with things like that all the time.
“I just need some contraceptives, and I need my yearly exam.”
“Oh?” Doctor Jones finally glanced up from the chart, eyebrows raised along with his questioning tone. When I met his steady gaze, I found it difficult to look away. His golden brown eyes seemed to pierce through my soul. He had a bit of scruff on his face – not enough to constitute a beard, but enough that where a beard would be was entirely thick stubble. I vaguely wondered what it would feel like against my thighs – would it tickle, or scratch? - Before I shook my head to get rid of those thoughts. I was just here for an exam, I reminded myself firmly. His look was warm and inviting, yet questioning, as though he was trying to understand me without asking a single question. I felt myself squirming under his stare, the heat between my thighs building. “Well, we can easily take care of that,” he said before he set my chart down on a counter beside him. “I'll take a look around, see what's what, and we can go from there. Sound good?” I nodded.
“Sure thing,” I said.
“Now, your vitals all looked good, so nothing to worry about there,” he said conversationally as he pulled out a medical gown from one of the drawers of the counter. “So we'll just go right along to the exam part,” he se
t the folded gown on the exam bed beside me. “Go ahead and change into this, and we'll get started,” I nodded again.
“Sure thing, Doctor Jones,” I said as I picked up the gown. He nodded and scooped up my file.
“I’ll be back in just a minute.” As he turned to leave, he let his eyes wander around my body again for a brief second. I felt a pleasant shiver go up my spine as his eyes traced their way down my body, as though he were already undressing me without me even lifting a finger. He paused at my chest, and then again down at my waist, before nodding to himself and leaving, as though he had come to some conclusion of his own on the matter. I wonder what that conclusion might be, I thought as I pulled off my clothes and began to slip the flimsy medical garb on.
I quietly slipped on the thin cloth frontal robe that he had given to me. Even when I pulled the strings as shut as I could, my backside was still exposed, leaving my back covered in goosebumps from being exposed to the chilly air of the office. I tied the flimsy strings behind me as I shivered; the doctor’s office was always kept so cold, even when I came here for my last doctor, and I hated it. I climbed back onto the patient’s chair, and laid down on my back, grateful that I could at least try and warm it back up this way. The stirrups were up at the end of the bed, but I didn’t put my feet up into them just yet; he'd tell me when the exam started, and then I could get that part done. For now, I stuck my feet out in front of me, and did my best to relax in spite of the cold room and how quiet the office was.
As I waited for him to come back, I took a moment to dwell on my new doctor. He was drastically different from the gynecologist that I had for years in this very office building; she had been a much older woman, who would pinch my hip and poke at my trim stomach and tell me I was too fat, even though I was perfectly average weight and had almost no fat to speak of on my body. She had been a downright hag, with no gentleness to her touch and even less to her spirit. I can't say that I miss her now that she's retired.