Sean and Trent were well lubed when they climbed onto the bed. Trent positioned himself under Mary and began fucking her. She was upright and bounced hard on him. She had resolved herself to being used in this manner for one more day; there was nothing she could do, except what she was told. When Trent grabbed her and pulled her against his chest, holding her there, she knew Sean would soon be in her, too. He moved into position behind her and pressed his cock against Trent's, head to head, he forced them both back inside her. She let out a big groan as these two big dicks stretched her. They held still for just a moment, then started fucking her. FUCKING...not gently, not slowly, not allowing her to adjust, just fucking. Her pussy was so tight against their dicks, and moving in opposite directions of one another, their caressing each other's cocks and the wetness of her pussy was too much for either man. They increased their actions until they both came inside her. They could each feel their hot wads squirting out, and the pulsing and pushing of the cum felt so good to each other.
The night went on with Jimmy, Craig and James all taking their turns at DP'ing her. James was the worst. He and Craig together ripped her as they forced their way in. They were so fat together that they couldn't get all the way in, and she cried and begged them to stop. She fought them, trying to get away, but she was their sex slave and she had to take it, so they tied her hands to her thighs so she couldn't push them away. They continued to fuck her with Craig and Jimmy in her pussy, James in her mouth; then rotating between the three of them. Finally, with Craig and James in her pussy and Jimmy in her throat, they each came in turn. Feeling totally stretched out and abused, she collapsed to the bed, praying that the night was done. She knew it was over when they untied her and sent her to the shower.
She tossed and turned trying to sleep, hurting after all she had endured, and feeling like a whore. What was she to do? Would she find it in her heart to tell her husband what had happened? Could she keep it from him? As she finally drifted off, she noticed again, a figure in the dark. Was there someone there, or was her mind playing tricks on her? Was it her mystery man? Why would he be so gentle to her, then watch her get banged and abused? It couldn't be him... The DP video was not exactly her idea of breakfast fun, but she was forced to watch and commentate on how it all felt. She was still sore and not looking forward to the day at all. After breakfast, there was more sex. Then lunch and more sex again. The day and night were both filled with pure raw sex, just as the two days prior. Sara had been curiously absent for the day. Though she had not been in the original plan, the men welcomed her, and they knew she would be back the next day. The only respite Mary had from the fucking was when her mystery man appeared. After two long days of pure fuck-fest, they were all tired and decided to call it an early night. The next day was a special day for her and they all wanted to be rested for it.
In the morning, Mary woke with Craig and James in the bed with her. They were the last to fuck her and that is where they all passed out. Her mystery man had disappeared again, and she felt an emptiness when she discovered this. She heard moaning in the room across the hall. From her bed, she could see across the hall into the bedroom, and the bed was in full view. She saw Sara giving a blowjob to one of the men. She was glad to see Sara back, but she was jealous thinking about her warm tongue caressing a cock. Then, she saw her crawl on top of him and fuck him. She watched them fucking each other until the end. Her pussy was tingling and she was wet from the sight. She didn't know which man it was, but she was familiar with each and every dick, so she knew how it felt to have the big cock inside you while you rock back and forth on it.
The guys left when Sara came into the bedroom and joined Mary on the bed. They began making out and Mary found herself between Sara's legs, licking and digging for his cum. The mingling of their cums tasted like nothing she had tasted before and she enjoyed it. Trent joined them and fucked both of them while they ate each other out. Mary had never had such explosive sex before breakfast. Her husband was an adequate lover, but he wasn't real adventurous.
After showers, they joined the others in the kitchen. Mary was startled to see her husband sitting at the breakfast nook. She burst into tears when she saw him. He took her into his arms and comforted her. He assured her that he was there and it was all over, but he lied. After they ate, Mary went upstairs to clean up and change clothes, and was completely naked when the seven walked in. Her husband took a seat in the corner and watched while Sean and Craig forced her again. He took his cock out and began stroking himself; watching her get fucked by someone else was a pleasure he had dreamed of for years. It was one fantasy that he had finally found the right men to fulfill. Mary looked at him with tears, not understanding why he was only watching, when it occurred to her that he had set this up. She realized that he had been the extra that she thought she occasionally glimpsed. He continued to watch as the other three fucked her, too. While she rode James, she was forced to watch Sara fuck her husband. He was enjoying it as much as she had enjoyed making love to Sara. Watching them, she knew that they were familiar with each other's body and she felt betrayed by both, as she realized it was her husband she had watched Sara fuck that morning. After a couple of hours, they all showered and rested around the house.
She lay there on the bed, crying and wondering why her husband had put her through this. There was a knock at the door. In stepped William, her brother-in-law. When he came in, she caught a whiff of his cologne. He was her mystery man. She was shocked and upset that he had seen her this way, but he comforted and assured her that it was all for the good. He had long been in love with her and when he made love to her, it was 'making love', not fucking. He just wished it hadn't been under these circumstances. He finally allowed himself to open up and let her know his feelings for her, and he felt the emotional relief that he so needed for many years. He laid her on the bed and gently held her. He began caressing her body and when she responded by kissing him, he knew it would not be the last time he made love to her. She was tasting him when she heard the door open. She looked up to see her husband standing there. He sat down to watch his brother take his wife. Mary decided that she would not hold back, she wanted to get even with her husband for what he had done. She let herself go with William in ways that she never did with him, and he understood that she was angry with him.
Later in the day, the weekend was wrapping up, and James was looking for a way to fuck Mary in the ass. She was still an ass virgin, and he hadn't ripped a virgin ass in years. He decided to make her go to the bedroom with him and her husband. He made her husband strip down and get on his knees. He argued that this wasn't in the deal as James was tying his hands to his thighs so he couldn't move. Then he tied her the same way. He grabbed Frank by the hair and put his cock in his mouth and began telling Mary that he was going to rip some ass before he left. Frank had never tasted a man and he tried to pull away, but he was tied too tightly to fight much. Every time he tried to turn his head away from James' hard cock, James grabbed him by the back of the head and shoved it down his throat, so he quit fighting. Mary watched her husband giving Frank the blowjob, knowing how hard it was to keep from gagging on his dick, she almost felt sorry for him. He withdrew and started lubing and stroking his cock, then he poured lube on both of their asses. He fingered both of them at the same time, pushing his fingers deep in them. They were both begging him not to fuck them, but he was determined he was going to get one, or both. He moved in behind Mary and fucked her pussy for a few minutes, just to remind her how big his dick was. Then he moved in behind her husband.
"So, Mary, I didn't get to fuck your ass this weekend. You were a good girl. There's a problem with that, though, you see, I don't leave a weekend of sex without getting some ass, so which is it going to be? Yours or his?"
"Fuck him," she replied out of spite.
"Noooooooooooooo," he cried, "please don't!"
"Well, Mary did everything I told her to this weekend, so now, I am going to do what she tells me." He put more lube on hi
s dick, grabbed her husband by the hips and slammed his monster cock deep into his ass. He screamed and cried as James ravaged his hole. Mary watched as her husband got his just dues. Frank's hard dick began to wither as James slammed him hard, so James put Frank on his back where he could stroke him. With Franks ass on the edge of the bed and his legs bent toward his chest, James fucked him as he lubed his cock and started stroking him. It wasn't long before Frank squirted his orgasm all over himself. James was still hard and not letting up, and Frank couldn't take any more, he nearly passed out from the pain.
She couldn't stand to hear him crying anymore, "Please stop!," Mary cried, "Please don't hurt him anymore."
"That's what I've been waiting on," James remarked with a smile.
He pulled out of her husband and slapped him on the ass as he moved away. He lubed his cock up and prepared to take his second cherry of the day. James wanted her to see him take her cherry so he put her on the edge of the bed on her back and put a pillow under her to lift her up. He grabbed her neck and pulled her up enough that she was forced to watch as he slammed his fat cock into her ass. He ripped her ass hard and fast, telling her it was her punishment for letting her husband get fucked. She cried and screamed, wishing for it to be over. Her husband was too weak and could only watch her get fucked again, knowing the pain she felt. Finally, when it ended, she thought she was done, but the room had filled with hard cocks waiting their turn at her ass. Sean, Craig, Trent, and Jimmy all took their turns, then her recovered husband. The only one who didn't take a run at her ass was William, he was not there anymore. When she was finally able to upright herself, cum ran out of her ass and down her legs, she couldn't keep it in. The weekend had been long and exhausting by the time the men all left. Sara stayed behind to comfort Mary. They rested the night together with her husband in the bed with them. The next morning, she awoke with Sara's tongue on her pussy. She and Sara made love again, while her husband slept next to them. When they finished, they moved to either side of him and began giving him a blowjob. After he fucked both of them, they all got up and said their goodbyes, leaving for work.
There was hardly a word spoken between them when she and her husband returned home that evening. He knew his brother was waiting for Mary, he had decided not to stand in the way of their new relationship, it was his anniversary gift to her. The fuck-fest was his anniversary gift to himself. Though she didn't accept it, Mary finally understood that it was his lifelong fantasy to watch her being repeatedly forced. The good news was that it never had to happen again, it was all on video for him to enjoy any time he wished. Outside of the relationship with William, Mary gave herself permission to be with both Sean and Sara. It wasn't in her agreement with Frank, but he had turned loose a sexual appetite that she never knew was within her, and she couldn't resist these two. She didn't rock the boat with her husband for what he had done because she had a secret of her own: She loved getting fucked by strangers and she loved the taste of pussy.
The End.
Sleeper
On his way back into the building Vincent nods to Jeff, the security guard plowing his way through an over-filled sub, as if to say: hey, it's only me, as always this time of night, no need to extricate yourself from that mountain of beef and salami.
As ever, the guard ignores or misinterprets the gesture. By the time he reaches the barrier the man is up - surprisingly fleet of foot for someone so portly and gray - waiting for Vincent to remove his jacket and put it through the metal detector along with his little box of Chinese takeout.
Vincent sighs inwardly, thinking: Really? I'm a threat to this place?
Employees as well as visitors have their belongings scanned at RCE Energy, ever since a disgruntled marketing exec passed comment concerning his being passed over for promotion by emptying a handgun into the third-floor photocopier.
That photocopier had always been asking for it, though. Everyone knew it was only a matter of time. In recent years, though, there had been a rise in attempted invasions. Protestors, objecting to the Corporation's take on sustainable energy, running into the building armed with eggs, paint, other things not so pleasant.
So Vincent doesn't make any comment to Jeff the security guard, just complies as usual. Vincent's not a security man, but he actually feels some sense of solidarity with the guy ever since the CEO came down to his office one night after hours, asking him to carry out a special intelligence project.
"The major threat's not people throwing shit at our building, Vincent," the man had said. "This is the information age."
Vincent had accepted the job, of course. The kudos of a personal visit from Mr Stanton had been far too much to turn down. His constant dedication and extensive record of overtime had finally been noticed, and he wasn't going to waste the opportunity now.
He probably wouldn't know what to do if he ever did find a mole, of course. Vincent's not in corporate intelligence - Stanton no longer trusts the folks in corporate intelligence - he's just a lonely soul who doesn't have a life, coming back to the office with a little box from Wong's, just long enough after everyone's gone home so they can't see he's a sad workaholic.
Sad that he gets a little thrill when the elevator doors slide open to confirm that the 33rd floor is now empty.
Sad that when he reaches the fake walnut door to his office, he's buzzed to have some time to himself to get ahead on his work.
Sad that there's nothing for him at home but a dark little hole of an apartment.
He twists the doorknob and does a dorky little 360 as he slips inside, easing the door shut so that the latch clicks, sealing him inside his quiet sanctuary of gray, black and chrome.
When he turns around again, Cassandra Mayer is right there, lying there on his desk, waiting for him, without a stitch on.
"Hi, Vincent."
*
Vincent drops his box of sweet-and-sour, eyes wide, jaw dropping to the floor. The shapely brunette is lying on her side, propped on one elbow, her long hair draped over a shoulder to hide her breasts, the only part of her that is in any way concealed.
To say it's a shock would be putting it mild.
He's never even seen the corporation's senior planning policy officer in casual clothes before, let alone stark naked, sprawling across his desk. And yet the very first wince of embarrassment that passes over his face is from realizing his beautiful, startlingly nude colleague just bore witness to his dorky little 360 as he entered the room.
It takes a moment before it begins to sink in that his disturbingly bare colleague is lying on his desk, waiting for him to react.
"C-C-Cassandra..." he stammers, wishing to the high heavens he could somehow channel Cary Grant just now.
Just an ounce of cool, suave calm would be worth the world.
Cassandra smiles as she traces a hand down the elegant curves of her body, from breasts to thighs, as though guiding his startled eyes to take in what he clearly can't quite believe is in front of him.
The warm peachy glow of her skin is so out of place in the coldness of the office with its black leather, cool steel and stark white decor. God, he can even see a little smudge of dark hair pointing the way to the delights concealed between her thighs.
"Why don't you close the door and come over here?" she says, seeming incredibly calm.
He always thought she was pretty, but she'd always played it down. Frumpy suits, little if any make-up, glasses that did not make best use of the angles of her face. Right now, she's made up like a supermodel, dressed down to the maximum, there's no sign of any deficiencies in her eyesight.
Vincent steps forward, gulping a huge lungful of air as a mix of emotions washes through him. The thrill of seeing Cassandra like that, so stunning against the sober backdrop of his office, offset by a sudden heart-stopping realization that she is the one he's been hunting.
She is the mole.
The air conditioning comes on with a cough and a grunt, breaking him out of his thoughts.
"What's thi
s about, Cassandra?"
He tries to add a note of strength to his voice, if anything to counter the tremor he knows is in there. It's not an entirely successful attempt. He takes a couple of steps forward, involuntarily. Though he's a little horrified at what she's done, he's drawn by her beauty, can't resist.
"It's about you, Vincent," she says, teasing a finger or two through her hair, then on down her breathtakingly flat stomach, pointing the way to the center of her womanhood. "It's about you, and me."
He can detect the slight sweetness in the air from her perfume, even above the clinical corporate cleanliness of the office. His whole body is pulsating with desire, how could it not? His cock swelling inside his pants, as good as a devil sitting on his shoulder telling him to ignore the facts that have recently come to light in this case.
"Come here," she says, tilting her hips and then with just a little movement, turning to lie on her front, revealing a glimpse of her pert derriere to him, as she gives him a come-hither flick of the fingers.
He takes another couple of paces forward, and she smiles again with feigned innocence. As if to say, I'm just a silly girl who couldn't resist your charms, Vincent.
But Vincent doesn't believe he has charms. What he does believe is that he has information that puts Cassandra at risk.
"How did you find out I knew?" he asks her.
He trembles a little, and tries to hide it. He'd be nervous at the best of times if ever a beautiful woman like this offered herself to him, but right now he's terrified someone will find them, assume this has been going on a while.
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