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Author: Virginia Wade

“Fuck her.”

The cold, impersonal tone in his voice brought me up short. Was this going to be some sort of gang-rape scenario? I glanced at Mr. Gordon to assess his demeanor, but his esoteric look gave nothing away. He enjoyed having all the control, the smug bastard. The men, who had dropped their towels, approached me. It was distressing seeing their erections, which had basically sprung up out of nowhere. The lengthy organs were hairless and hard, the rounded ends glistening slightly. Had they primed themselves with a porno in the other room? Good God!

“I’m not going to say it again. Fuck her.”

Chapter Six

Strong hands grabbed me, hauling me to the bulging chest of a man, who was a total stranger. His cock pressed into my belly. He turned me around roughly, grabbing my hips and pressing himself to the entrance of my womanhood. Without the benefit of prior stimulation, I prepared myself for pain, but lubricant suddenly appeared, and a second later, his full length slid in effortlessly.

“Oh, my!”

He pounded me from behind, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips. A cock appeared before my face, and its owner forced it into my mouth. I struggled to suck, because the man behind me was ruthless in the demands he made on my person. I had never had sex with two men in my life, and the situation might have been enjoyable, if they had seduced me first. As it was, the man jackhammering my cunt came quickly, pulling from the orifice and forcing me to turn around where he proceeded to squirt semen in my face. I closed my eyes to avoid the deluge. Great. There’s sperm in my hair! Gross!

Not to be outdone, his friend took the position behind me and fucked me just as forcefully, grunting with the effort and stiffening, emptying himself in a gush of fluid. Wetness dripped to my inner thighs, as he drove in and out, milking the dregs of his pleasure.

“Go away now,” intoned Mr. Gordon.

“Yes, sir.”

They grabbed their towels and left the room. I sat on the bed, not caring that I wet the bedspread with goopy and disgusting semen. I glared at Mr. Gordon, loathing him at that moment.

“What’s the matter? You didn’t enjoy it?”

“Not really.”

“This isn’t about your enjoyment, Ms. Fox.”

“I…guess not. Now what?”

“We’re waiting on round two.”

I crossed my arms over my chest, feeling dirty and used. This was not what I had been expecting. I swallowed the disappointment. Mr. Gordon’s sadistic side had emerged, and God only knew what else would happen tonight. I tried to reset my brain. It’s not personal. It’s business. I had to detach from my own feelings and let go of my expectations. I stared at the carpet to avoid his scrutiny. He seemed to enjoy my discomfort.

“Look at me, Ms. Fox.” Reluctantly, I met his gaze. “You hate me now, don’t you?”

“I don’t know you well enough for that.”

“Don’t you?”

“No. Can I…use the bathroom?”

“Certainly.”

I scurried from the room, closing the door behind me, and leaned against it. I fought back an onslaught of tears, my throat constricting.

You have to get yourself together, Gretchen!

I can’t.

Yes, you can.

He’s not who I thought he was.

You don’t even know him. You’ve blown him up in your fantasies.

I…wish I knew him.

Why? He’s a pervert.

Maybe I could change him.

Oh, honey. You’re so deluding yourself.

No.

You have to get a grip.

Ugh.

I cleaned myself up with a wet washcloth and used the facilities. My face was a mess, mascara was under my eyes, my lipstick was smeared, and sticky semen coated my hair. I couldn’t even run my fingers through it. Ugh. Yuck. When I emerged from the bathroom, the men had returned, standing naked and proud, their cocks jutting out, ready for more. My time in the bathroom had not fortified me enough; my emotions were worryingly unbalanced. I hadn’t expected to feel this vulnerable, this reluctant, or this scared. My arms were crossed over my breasts, hiding them.

Mr. Gordon’s gaze rested on me. “You can do anything you want to her.”

I should run to the door and leave.

You’re naked!

I don’t care!

The baldheaded man sat on the bed. “Come here, darlin’.” I eyed him warily. He held out a hand. “Go on. Come to me.” With deliberate slowness, I approached, nearing enough for him to grab my hand. He pulled me onto his lap; his arms went around me. He smelled lightly of a musky floral fragrance. I remained stiff in the embrace, fearing what was to come. He stroked my back, while I closed my eyes, and wished I were somewhere else. In my mind I pictured a park with grass and trees…the sun shining… I was anywhere but here.

“I like my women willing,” he murmured. “She’s scared shitless.”

His words brought me back. As he gently rubbed my arms, I began to relax, but the sharp edges of fear still lingered. His friend sat on my other side, his hand touching my shoulder. They stroked, massaging my muscles, coaxing me away from the clutches of anxiety. Lips closed over my mouth. The kiss was light and sweet, yet I sensed his need, because his cock jerked beneath me. The other man took hold of my face and kissed me. They were excellent at seduction, leaving me buzzed and wet with arousal.

Someone’s hands threaded through my hair, bringing my head back, exposing my throat. Lips descended, licking, biting, and sucking on my skin. I would be purple with hickies tomorrow, but it felt wonderful. Fingers kneaded the flesh on my abdomen, massaging and working lower, while an aggressive tongue charmed me thoroughly, attacking my mouth. Every inch of my dermis was being touched and stimulated by caring fingers. I didn’t need to imagine myself elsewhere, because I was in an erotic paradise now. My nipple was in someone’s mouth, laved and suckled.

“Oh, God…” I was suddenly on my back. My legs were drawn apart, and the body of a man was between them, sliding lower by the second, until his hot breath hovered over my mound. I felt a shocking wetness, even before his tongue had arrived. “Ooohhh…”

“Suck that pretty pussy, Cale.”

His finger toyed with my slit. “Is this what you want, sweetheart?”

I glanced at him, but I saw Mr. Gordon instead, slightly pale-faced and severe, his lips were drawn in a grim line. “Yes,” I breathed. “Do it.” I collapsed on the bed; a mouth covering mine, while a lengthy tongue pressed against my clit. I moaned helplessly, drowning in bliss. The oral and vaginal stimulation produced an endless supply of tingles, which seemed to ping throughout my body. The man between my legs drove into my pussy, while his nose nudged my clit, sending bursts of sensation up my spine. I wrapped a hand around a cock, feeling hard heat.

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