My Wife's Struggle with Her Assault 02

All characters are eighteen or older.

This story contains description of sexual violence.

My Wife's Struggle with Her Assault

The formation of the rape squad happened by sheer chance. There was no planning, it just happened.

My name is Alex Miller. I'm thirty-eight, and semi-retired. I lucked out inheriting a successful business when my father died at an early age. I built up the business and promptly sold it to a chip manufacturer.

If I was prudent we could live without monetary problems.

It was a quiet Saturday morning, and my wife Jan was opening the mail. She squealed; shouting out her twentieth reunion was coming up.

"Aren't you excited!"

No I wasn't.

I tried to get out of going. We argued and she was annoyed, but I thought I had won. Later I overheard her tell a friend she hoped her ex was going to be there. We went to different high schools, so I had never met him. She had dated him exclusively, during her high school years.

We met the first year of college and never dated anyone else. She told me I was her first. We married after a year. I trusted her completely. But I wasn't going to take any chances of an old flame starting some trouble.

One night at dinner I told her I had thought about it. I was her husband and proud of her and I wanted to go with her. She had a couple of glasses of wine before eating and was tipsy. She burst into tears of happiness. She was kissing me like crazy. She stood up wiping her tears. Have another glass of wine. I'm going to change into something sexy and then you can do whatever you want to me. This worked out better than I could have wished for.

Jan was a real beauty, shoulder length blonde hair. At five foot seven she carried herself with style. Even with four-inch heels, she had perfect posture with her shoulders back. She was a solid thirty-four-D cup. They had a little sag, but still stood out proudly from her chest.

Her tits made me the envy of every man I knew. She had only one fault, low self-esteem from her domineering parents. Her mother often told her that she would never know if guys would like her for her mind not her boobs.

When we started dating it took me a year to convince her of her self-worth. And when I did, she was mine.

I made another drink for her, a double shot of one hundred proof vodka. I started upstairs; she called out.

"Don't come up yet I'm not ready."

I left it on the hallway table. I downed a shot of whiskey, and decided on what to do to her.

She carefully descended the stairs carrying her heels, holding              onto the railing for support. Reaching the bottom she slipped into her pencil thin high heels. All I could do was stare. Her hair was in a loose French twist with two strands framing her face. Her black eye shadow coupled with fake eyelashes. The red lip gloss highlighted her lips that were in perpetual pout.

A dark gray mini skirt and a white skintight top, completed her outfit.

"Well what do you want me to be? A naughty housewife that needs to be punished?"

I pulled her onto the couch. Her skirt crept up exposing her off-black stockings. I pulled her close to me. Her mouth opened and my tongue sought hers and we made out like two teenagers. She broke our kiss, panting like a bitch in heat. Struggling to her feet she pulled her mini off. Standing in front of me, hands on her hips; she groaned saying.

"Spank me; I want you to hurt me."

She lurched forward and landed on my lap. I grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back. her panties stretched across that rounded ass, nicely framed by her garter straps.

I started slowly, by the fifth slap she was wiggling trying to escape. By the tenth swat she was kicking her nylon covered legs and begging me to stop

"YEEOW! Please stop it, you can do what you want to me."

I looked at her quivering ass cheeks.

"Anything I want?"

"Yes,"

"Stand up."

I stood behind her reaching around with both hands and roughly cupped her tits.

I took hold of the neckline and ripped her top off. Her tits jiggling in the lace cups. I pulled her bra down; her tender boobs surging out. I picked her up and headed to the guest room. I pushed the door open and threw her onto the bed. I stripped her panties off, and hovered above her; my rock-hard cock probing her glistening slit. I slid into her with one stroke. She groaned.

"AAAH... Take it easy."

I paced myself, but it wasn't easy. She wrapped her stockinged legs around me. Her heels touching my back. I pounded her until I couldn't hold back. I looked down at her; she was half awake. I wanted to cum on her perfect face, I slowed down and pulled out with a wet plop. I stood on the floor and pulled her on her back to the edge of the bed. She started to wake up. her eyes fluttered open.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to cum on your face."

She started trying to get up, but in her condition I pinned her with one hand.

I watched her struggle; her legs moving trying to get up. Her stocking tops pulled taut by her garter clasps. Finally she calmed down; she had given up. I couldn't hold back anymore. My first shot caught her top lip and went up her nose. The rest covered her face and neck. I wiped my dick in her hair.

She lie there still in her stockings and heels, passed out. I scraped some cum from her cheek and dropped it into her half open mouth, she never stirred.

I made something to eat, and went to bed.

Sunday morning I was up before her. I was drinking my coffee. She stumbled out of the guest room, still in her stockings with dried cum on her face.

"Come here Jan."

"No let me get cleaned up first."

"I said come over here!"

She stood before me. I noticed there was a line of dried cum in her hair.

"Hold still I want a picture of you."

She cast her eyes down.

"Please don't."

"I want a picture of you for your reunion photo board."

She winced, thinking I might do it.

"May I get cleaned up?"

"Yes, but hurry, I want breakfast."

I slapped her pink ass as she walked by. My handprints still visible from last night.

The day was quiet; later we grilled some steaks for dinner. Afterward we laid on the couch watching an old movie; her head resting on my chest.

"Alex you know I love you and would do anything you want. But lately you have been getting pretty rough, and sometimes you hurt me. It's almost like you enjoy it"

I could feel her tense up. As I pulled my zipper down I rolled her off the couch onto her knees.

"I can hardly hear you, maybe if you put my microphone in your mouth."

She wasn't surprised, moaning quietly while pulling my dick out. She began kissing my semi-hard cock. It didn't take long to harden and for her to start gagging. I took hold of her head forcing it down her sweet mouth. I let her breathe for a second, then forced it down until her nose was pressing against my stomach. Her arms flailing in the air. I let go of her head, sitting up she was coughing up pre-cum and spit.

I was enjoying her discomfort; smirking I said.

"Time for the finale, Jan, open wide."

She had a look on her face that almost made me feel sorry for her.

I let her deep throat me for a while, but then I was ready. With one hand I held her head. With the other hand I stroked my dick. Her beauty was remarkable, high cheek bones and a slender neck. With wide set blue eyes and plump lips that were getting a workout. She was gasping for air struggling to breathe.

My hand was a blur as I jerked off on her face. My first stream hit her between those eyes. She jumped a little but knew better than to move. I usually make her sit still until I tell her to move. Tonight I went to the kitchen and got a towel. She was frozen, afraid to move. I gently wiped some cum from her eyes. Looking up at me beaming, she whispered.

"Thank you dear."

I patted her on the head.

"Good girl; now clean up and let's go to bed."

The weeks went by and reunion night was upon us.

She had bought a new outfit and wanted my permission to wear it.

It was a dark blue skintight sleeveless dress. It wasn't too short just reaching her knees. The design of the dress ruled out a corset. She opted for a satin garter belt and dark blue sheer nylons. Her bra was another story. She only had one strapless bra. While putting it on, I wasn't sure it wasn't going to make things worse.

The dress had some boning built in. I zipped her up and turned her around. Jan looked beautiful.

The dress and her bra were working overtime to contain those tits. I wanted to get a picture of what she would look like walking.

"Put on your heels and try walking."

The four-inch heels set her boobs jiggling and swaying trying to overflow their constraints. Luckly the dress had come with a matching shawl. I slipped on her choker; I made sure to use the one with a tiny lock on it. I was going to keep my eyes on her.

We drove to the hotel on the interstate. It was a large building with at least four sizeable rooms for reunions and meetings. We signed in and immediately were surrounded by her friends. I overheard one of them say.

"He's here; Jan!"

My blood began to boil. Jan took my arm saying.

"Come on let's mingle."

I knew she wanted me to meet her ex. Than if on cue a high-pitched voice.

"Jan darling, come here."

Her ex ran to her hugging her tightly. He was wearing a bad rug and had a pot belly. I've got nothing against gay people. I admire people that keep their sexuality to themselves. Not this guy, he wore it on his sleeve. All the worrying I had done was for nothing. This guy was no threat. Introductions were made. I met my counterpart, a pleasant man in his forties. Looking as bored as I was. Jan was running around with her cheerleader friends; I headed to the bar. I downed a screwdriver and sought out Jan. She was sitting at a table having the time of her life. I told her I was going for a walk, and to call me if she needed anything. glancing at her phone, I noticed it was dead. This was perfect I couldn't be traced if I got "Lucky."

I wandered down the main hallway. In another room there was a retirement party in full swing. I noticed there was an attractive woman sitting alone at the bar. I ordered a drink. Taking a sip I looked her over. She had definitely dressed to attract attention. A deep red skirt that ended above her knees. Her choice in sheer black nylons and heels sent a silent invitation.

"Are you ready for another?"

She looked at me with glassy eyes.

"Sure why not."

She ordered a Manhattan and when she turned to thank me. I was floored, what a beauty she was. Her tits were almost out of her low-cut top. And the whore makeup that was an open invitation. We talked for a few minutes before she started to nod off. I held onto her pocketbook; she had almost dumped it on the floor. I opened it slightly. And there it was, her room card; I quickly put it in my pocket. I took her arm.

"It's time for you to go to your room. should we tell your husband?"

She gave me a dull look. "He's not here."

That's when I made the decision to rape her. I was crazy; I had everything. Money, a beautiful wife and I was going to risk it all. She slipped off her stool, giving me quite a leg show.

I put my arm around her, and we walked to the elevator. I took advantage of her drunkenness feeling her big tits. When we got to her room I swiped the card and guided her in. She stopped for a second confused, and then pushed me away.

"How did you get a key to my room?"

"You invited me in, now I don't have much time; so strip!"

I ripped her blouse open revealing a black lace bra that was trying to contain her heaving boobs. She took a step back hanging her head.

I glanced around the room; there was only one suitcase and no sign of a man. I held her close and began kissing her. She was kissing me passionately and I was moving her toward the bed.

Suddenly something snapped. She started hitting me. "Get out! you're taking advantage of me."

I threw her on the bed, pulling off her skirt. She was squealing like a stuck pig. I ripped the rest of her blouse and pulled her bra down. I squeezed her tits together and started biting her nipples. I lay on top of her. She was moving her head side to side crying for me to stop. I was probing her slit. It was good I had plenty of pre-cum, she was dry as can be.

I eased into her. She spread her legs wide and wrapped them around my back trying to make it

easier for her to endure the pain. I pounded away. She was barely awake. Usually I like to finish in a woman's mouth; the look on their faces is priceless.

I was pounding away at her pussy. The only sounds in the room were her moaning in pain. I pulled out moving to her face. I touched my cock to her lips. She must have been married or lived with a guy, because her mouth automatically opened. She sucked like a pro. I didn't waste any time and filled her mouth. I put my hand over her mouth she fought a little, but gave up and swallowed. I did not want to stick around.

Pulling my pants on I headed for the door. Looking back she was lying on her side doubled up in pain. Oh well, that's what happens when you drink too much.

Once in the hallway I made my way back to the party. I settled at the bar checking my watch; I had only been gone a half hour.

I spotted Jan dancing with her girlfriends; she waved and beckoned me to dance with her. I started towards her knowing people would remember me dancing with her, if I needed an alibi. I made sure everyone had seen me. Then I went back to the bar.

I was nursing my drink, when I noticed I hadn't seen Jan for a couple minutes.

She was past the time to just be in the bathroom. I asked around; nobody had seen her. I was getting concerned, she had given her dead cell to me so I couldn't call her. I was starting to panic when I saw her stumbling out of a dark hallway. I ran up to her, she collapsed on me crying, not quietly but sobs. She looked at me.

"I was attacked; they made me do things."

I looked at her and I didn't have to ask her what things.

Her lips were puffy and her makeup smeared.

But the worse was the drying cum in her hair and on her face. I grabbed some napkins and began to clean her up. I couldn't console her. Finally she calmed down and told me she was leaving the bathroom; when some guy called to her that one of the women in our party had collapsed. I went to see who it was, when two guys forced me into a small room. they told me to suck them. I refused. I started fighting back, but he was stronger and said he would knock my teeth out. So I gave up. I just wanted it to be over.

I faked outrage.

"I'm calling the police."

She begged me not to. She just wanted to go home; the party was almost over. On the drive home she was unconsolable blaming herself. I held her hand.

Thinking to myself if the woman in the room ever reported it and we were forced report Jan's attack they would blame one man.

On the way home I looked at Jan, she was passed out; her head was leaning on the side window. I carried her up to bed. I rolled her over unzipping her dress; it came off easily. My dick was getting hard, looking at her still in her garter belt, nylons and heels. She had a perfect butt, and it was tempting. I slapped her ass, she stirred a little, but was out of it. I couldn't pass this up. pulling off her panties; I got a tube of lube and squirted some on her ass. I forced a pillow under her. This got her ass up at a better angle. I started rubbing my dick in her crack, I was holding her ass cheeks together. After a couple of minutes I spread her ass cheeks exposing her asshole; I gently tried to slip it in, but she was too tight. I finally got the tip in. She started to moan.

"What are you doing to me? It hurts so much."

"Just relax I won't be long."

"Oh, do whatever you want, I deserve it."

I was able to get more in. I pulled it almost all the way out, then slipped my whole shaft in. She made a guttural sound as I began reaming her ass. She started crying begging me to stop. which only turned me on. I was pumping wildly as she was reaching around with her hands trying to stop me. But at that point there was no stopping; one last pump and I filled up her bowels. She sobbed burying her head in a pillow.

"That wasn't fair; you know I'm drunk; how could you do that after what happened to me. You BASTARD! Now, leave me alone."

I let it pass. I should have made her lick my cock to prove whose in control, but there's always tomorrow.

Jan was up early. She was keeping busy. I knew she wanted to talk. Her cheeks were red. She wanted to tell me what happened. She recounted being lured to the room. They made me pull up my dress. They were going to have sex with me. but stopped when they heard a noise. They were afraid of being caught. One of them said, Open your mouth cunt. I was afraid not to.

They forced me to my knees and jammed their dicks in my mouth and made me beg for their cum. Then they squirted their stuff all over my face and hair.

I hugged her; to say I was excited was an understatement, my dick was as hard as a brick. Telling me seemed to satisfy her guilt. I held her and she started crying. It wasn't her first facial; and it won't be her last..

She calmed down, and it a low voice said.

"Did you enjoy my rear end? It still hurts you know."

I slapped her ass.

"Just remember you're mine. I'll give you a couple of days, and we'll try again."

She stiffened and nodded her head.

A week went by; I checked the local news. But the woman was probably too ashamed to report it.

The problem with doing something wrong and getting away with it is that you want to tell someone. And that was my problem. I have a close friend, Len. He was married; our wives were friends. We went to the local sports bar one night. Len and I were at one end of the bar. It was quiet and no one was near. I then told him the whole story of me forcing a stranger to let me fuck her. When I finished, he looked at me saying. "Bullshit."

It took some time, but I convinced him it was true. After a couple of beers, I told him I wanted to try it again. He sat up and said.

"Count me in."

There were a lot of things to consider. First we had to pick a woman who would be reluctant to report anything. The more we talked the more it seemed risky. So we decided to think about it a while. Two days later Len called me, he might have a prospect.

We were having a barbeque Saturday night, and Amber Douglas was going to be there. She's a recent widow at thirty-eight. Her husband was in his sixties and died of heart failure.

I busied myself around our yard looking forward to checking her out.

Our yard was packed, Jan was busy cooking. At seven o'clock Amber walked in; she was breath taking; the last time I saw her was at the funeral, but that was over a year ago. Her black hair was pulled in a tight ponytail her makeup flawless. She had on a white summer dress that molded to her curves. What really stood out was her legs, she had stockings on, maybe the only woman there that did.

I quickly introduced myself and got her a drink. My wife quickly came over taking my arm. Jan wasn't the jealous type, but she knew me.

I helped her get out the food, and set out to find Amber. I found her with Len sitting at a table out of the way. She was sitting facing him and her skirt had wandered up exposing her legs in suntan nylons. He got up taking me aside.

"I'm going over Thursday night to help her with her taxes."

Len was an accountant. This would work, sort of a trial run. I left them alone, and started planning.

The party broke up at midnight. I couldn't wait.

Len's wife and Jan were going into the city to catch a play. Len had told me she needed tax help; she wanted to sell some stock. He arrived at seven. Leaving the door unlocked. I gave them a good half an hour. He had excused himself to make a call. We met behind the house. He was excited saying she had been drinking wine and was starting to feel it.

"Wait till you see what's she's wearing."

He went back. I opened the door without making a sound. Waiting for a minute; I looked in; they were sitting on a couch; papers spread on the coffee table. Her back was to me. Len was right she had on a skintight pink sweater and a short black mini skirt; her hair in a French twist; she was concentrating on some papers.

I reached around grabbing her tits, she squealed as Len held her legs.

"LET ME GO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"

"We are going to fuck you young lady."

"I'll call the police; I know who you are."

I slapped her lightly across her face.

"After tonight you'll be begging us to keep quiet."

She sobbed

"What are you going to do with me?"

"For starters strip."

"I can't, don't make me do that; my husband was the only man I was ever with."

"I don't think he'll mind. Now strip."

Tears started running down her cheeks.

"How about I just unbutton my sweater?"

I lost my temper. She thinks she's going to bargain with her rapists. I reached out grabbing her sweater ripping it open. Her tits cradled in black lace. I noticed a scarf on the door. I wrapped it around her head blinding her. The only sounds were her struggling, not knowing what was next. We took turns playing with her tits, and probing her mouth with our dripping cocks.

"I'm going to remove your blindfold. If you fight us I'll hurt you."

She nodded hanging her head in shame.

"Now Len is going to put his dick next to your mouth and I want you to smile."

When Len was in position I took a dozen shots.

"Now we're going to have some fun with you and if you think about reporting us these pictures will make the rounds of our small town."

Visibly shaking, she whispered.

"Please don't, I'll do whatever you want."

She stood in front of us. Not making eye contact as she removed her ripped sweater. Revealing a skimpy lace bra. Kicking off her flats she carefully removed her skirt. She started to remove her stockings. I held my hand up.

"Leave your nylons on, but take your panties off."

"I'm so mortified. Please let me put my clothes on."

I smiled at her.

"The night is young, Amber. One thing is certain when the night is over you're not going to walk straight."

With that I stood up grabbing her and threw her over my shoulder, and headed to her bedroom.

She was beating my back while kicking her nylon covered legs in the air. When I flipped her on the bed. Her bra gave up.

Her tits were out of her bra, wobbling side to side. Len and I were stripping. Amber was pleading with us to use the guest room not her marital bed. That made it all the better.

I crawled on the bed catching her ankles and pulled her to me.

"Time to suck cock, Amber. But first we need an audience."

I noticed a wedding picture on the wall. I took it down. It was a picture of her late husband and her, all smiles. I set it up on the table next to the bed.

"There that's better, and see he's all smiles, he must approve of us giving you a workout."

She fought back, finally I slapped her lightly on the face. Then the tears starting to flow. After a few minutes she seemed to calm down, but it still

was a fight to get my cock in her mouth. After some painful twists on her nipples, her mouth sagged open. Like all women once your dick was in their mouth they settle down. I could feel her tongue teasing my shaft. Len had spread her legs and was licking and nibbling on her clit. She was moaning holding Lens' head. I kept my assault on her mouth. Rubbing precum all over her face. I kept using her red lips until I couldn't hold out any longer. I tilted her head back and blasted her face with my cum. Len quickly flipped her over and slid in with one motion. He began fucking her from behind. The only sound in the room was Len bottoming out. Amber was out of it, making a steady "ugh" sound.

I got up to get a drink and snoop around. In checking the closet, I noticed at least five pairs of high heels.

I decided we would make this a regular party. In her chest of drawers I made an interesting discovery. Corsets, garter belts as well as a collection of stockings. But she also had a collection of formal gowns. Yes we were going to have fun with her.

Len had lasting power. He had her legs over his shoulders and was getting his money's worth.

His body tensed, as he shot his load into her.

As he got up, she crawled to the far side of the bed.

Wrapping the sheet around her she lay there whimpering.

"Amber, I want a picture of your cum face. Now drop the sheet I want to see your tits"

She slowly dropped the sheet exposing her perfect tits. I took some pictures making sure to catch the cum drying on her face and hair.

"I think the ladies at your wealthy social clubs would get a kick out of these. We'll be back."

We left her trembling, with a sheet wrapped around her.

We split up; the girls wouldn't be back for a good hour and I needed rest.

Weeks passed and Len had an interesting lead. Len and his friend Carl who, was a doorman at a large exclusive hotel downtown. We were talking when this limo pulled up. The door opened and this tall blonde woman in her twenties got out. Her dress was bunched up, showing her mound covered in pink nylon. She straighten her dress looking past the men who were staring at her. She looked straight ahead like they didn't exist. The man that followed her was Brent Windsor, owner of the largest law firm in the state. He kept the penthouse rented year-round for parties, and private meetings with the blonde, Astrid. It didn't bother her in the least that he was married with two children. His wife of twenty years could do nothing. She would end up on the street, broke.

Len said Brent would spend Wednesday afternoon with Astrid. He would leave in a couple of hours, while she would leave the next morning.

I had to get a better view of her. The next Wednesday I sat in a coffee shop across the street. They arrived at twelve thirty; she was a heart stopper. At least five feet eight, slender no more than one hundred fifteen pounds. Her man-made tits stood out with no sag. She was the perfect fuck toy reserved for the rich. We were going to change that. Len and me were going to give it a shot next week.

Jan had been unusually quiet. I made her a drink and sat down with her. I put my arms around her. She hugged me like someone was going to take her from me.

She looked up at me, her words barely a whisper.

"I don't know what's wrong with me. Since we have been married; I think we have done everything, sex wise. Those bastards that forced me to suck them off shouldn't have bothered me."

I stroked her hair. "Maybe if you talked about it might help."

She pressed her head to my chest. I reached up and cupped her tits. squeezing them forcing a gasp.

"Jan, I think you should describe the attack; maybe you would realize you're not at fault."

She took a deep breath.

"I have told you already what happened. Going over it again will only make it worse. You think if I fought harder they would quit?"

I didn't say anything. Her self-hate was blaming her. "Please don't be mad at me. I had to use the ladies room. When I walked out a young guy called to me and told me that one of my friends had fainted. I ran toward him, I realized my boobs were putting on a show. I had to hold them, or they were going to bounce out of my dress. They pulled me into a room and pulled my dress up, just then a door slammed and they got scared telling me to blow them. I was scared, but they forced me to my knees. They got off quick and sprayed me with their stuff, it tasted horrible."

My dick was hard as it could be. Picturing her on her knees her tits almost exposed.

I gave her tits a hard squeeze and pinched her nipples. She looked up at me.

"I'm sorry I just don't feel like it tonight."

Then looking down she could see my hard cock.

"I don't believe you; you're turned on thinking about what they did to me.

I nodded. But what could I say? The mental picture of her down on her knees struggling, but to no avail. She was being forced to suck a stranger's cock.

Jan looked at me. tears rolling down her face.

"If you need release, I suppose I can do something." It was then I realized how completely I controlled her.

I looked her in the eye.

"I think you should suck me off to show yourself it won't bother you."

Jan slid off the couch, kneeling between my legs.

Looking up at me with those blue eyes, she stopped for a second then loosened my belt. She was having trouble going any further. She was frozen unable to go on. I reached down and stepped out of my pants. She just stared at my hard cock straining against my briefs. I tilted her head back.

"Pull my briefs off."

She seemed to be in a trance as she reached out and pulled my underwear off. My dick leaped out slapping her in the forehead. She jumped back and winced as I left a trail of precum on her face, groaning she whispered.

"Please no more, the thought of their cocks is making me sick."

I smiled.

"If you stop now it will only make it more difficult in the future. Now open wide."

She opened her mouth, and kissed the end of my cock. She had a blank expression on her face. She continued; never taking it into her mouth, just kissing my shaft. I held the back of her head and with steady pressure pushed my cock against her lips. She finally gave up and I slipped into her warm mouth. She started to panic.

"Please no more!"

I patted her head.

"Just relax. You'll be fine."

Her eyes were welling up. I held her head and slipped my dripping dick in deeper. She was starting to gag. She never had trouble deep throating me before. Now she just wanted to stop. I wasn't going to give into her. It would be better in the long run for her to finish. Before when she gave me head she would look up at me; eager to please me. Now she kept her eyes shut waiting for me to finish. I took my time; she was making soft mewing sounds. It was time; I held her head still and forced my dick all the way in. She couldn't move; her nose was hitting my stomach. I held her still. Her cheeks puffed out gasping for air. Her struggling was enough to trigger me. I pulled out and shot my cum on her face. The first blast hit her forehead the second and third hit her eyes, sealing them shut.

I let her go; she sat back on her legs coughing and

gasping for air. When her breathing was normal, she whispered.

"Can I get up?"

I looked at her.

"I guess so. Did it help you? Did my cum taste any better than theirs.?"

Jan hung her head.

"Yes it did; does it really mean that much to you?"

"Yes I just want to help you get over it. Now here's a towel clean yourself up."

She stayed in the shower for a while. I was asleep before she came to bed.

A week had gone by, Len called me. We met in my back yard. He found out by luck that the in-house cameras for the penthouse were turned off. It seems that Brent didn't want a record of his coming and goings.

I was looking forward to wipe that smug look off her face. Len's friend had given him a master pass card that would get us to the elevator that serviced the penthouse hallways. Getting her to open the door was another thing.

Wednesday Brent's limo pulled up. He got out first then Astrid stepped out wearing a skintight black dress with a deep vee cut neckline showing most of her tits. she took Brents arm and walked in. All we could do was wait. Two hours passed and Brent strode out. We waited until the limo was out of sight. Then we walked quickly through the lobby. The fact we were dressed in suits gave the impression we belonged there. We reached the penthouse and no one had challenged us. It was almost too easy; I began to worry. There were only two doors; one was unmarked the other said private. I looked at Len and tried the door, it was locked; I really didn't think it would be unlocked. I knocked and a female voice answered.

"Yes, what do you want?"

Open up, we're hotel security. I heard the latch and the door swung open. And there she was in all her glory, Astrid. I pushed her inside.

"If you scream, we'll hurt you."

"I understand, what do you want? Brent's gone."

We stood there; she had a white terry cloth robe on, clutching it to her neck.

I walked over to her and in one motion pulled her robe off. She was naked underneath. She started begging.

"Please don't hurt me, I can get you money."

I noticed some black lingerie hanging on the back of a chair. It was a black corset and stockings.

I picked it up, throwing it to her.

"Put it on."

She picked it up and headed to the bathroom.

"WHOA, little lady, get dressed out here; we're going to watch."

She turned and slowly walked back. Sitting on the edge of the bed she fastened her corset. hanging her head she murmured.

"I need you to tighten my laces."

I walked over, standing behind her; I pulled the laces tight. She groaned.

"Not so tight, I can't breathe."

I cracked her ass.

"You'll get used to it. now the stockings."

She carefully pulled her stockings high on her legs clipping her garter clasps. she was fucking beautiful. Her tanned body was flawless. The corset nipped her waist forcing her tender tits up over the lace cups.

Without being told she stepped into her black high heels.

I should have been scared, after all she could describe us. But I was betting after what we were going to do to her; she wouldn't want it to be known.

Rich married guys don't want to be embarrassed. He would dump Astrid in a minute. I was counting on that.

"Turn around I want to check you out. Now come over here."

She stood before us trembling.

"Tell me Astrid, how long have you been a whore?"

"I have been with Brent for a year since I turned eighteen, and I'm not a whore."

"I guess he uses all your holes doesn't he?"

She silently nodded.

"I hope he cums on your face."

Tears were welling in her eyes.

"Yes, he likes it. that's all we did today."

With that I pulled her onto the couch. Len and I wasted no time pulling her cups down and attacking her soft tits. Biting and sucking on her puffy nipples, maybe a little too hard. At first she was almost enjoying it. Then she started squirming and crying out.

"NOT SO ROUGH, YOU'RE HURTING ME!"

That only made me bite harder.

Len moved down her body, probing her exposed pussy with his fingers. I pulled my pants off; my dick needed to be sucked. Holding my prick with one hand while pulling her ponytail; guiding my cock to her mouth.

At first she set her mouth closed.

"Open your mouth or I'll cut your hair off."

I don't know where that came from, but it worked. Her ruby lips opened wide sucking it in. Her eyes looked up silently pleading with me. I pushed my dick as far as I could and held her while she struggled for air, gagging. Her eyes wide with fear. I pulled out taunting her.

"Brent must have a small cock."

I started fucking her mouth again when she stiffened up. Len was slipping his cock into her pussy.

I stood back listening to her cry out for him to slow down.

Len looked over at me.

"She's as dry as she can be."

Astrid pointed at her bag.

"There's some lube in there."

Len coated his finger and forced it into her unwilling pussy. Gasping she begged him.

"Go slow, please?"

He knelt between her nylon covered legs and forced his dripping dick into her tender cunt. I turned her head toward me; she opened her mouth without hesitation. I looked down at her sadly, what a life to be used as a cum dump. Len looked at me.

"I'm getting close, Alex. Let's paint her face."

I nodded and pulled out of her mouth with a wet popping sound. Len withdrew from her cunt. And moved up trapping her arms. She opened her eyes looking at us hovering above her perfect face.

I released a torrent of red hot cum, hitting her between her eyes. She flinched but didn't move her head, Brent must have trained her. Len hit her open mouth perfectly causing her to swallow, without complaint.

She eased to the floor. Wiping my cum from her eyes. Without looking at us she asked in a low voice.

"Are you done with me?"

"Not yet we need to get some pictures of you for our gallery."

I laughed. Now go clean up and fix your makeup.

"Oh by the way bring all the cell phones."

Len fixed us drinks.

"Alex, this is going better than I would have though.

I think we ought to add Carl to our "Squad" he has access to information from the hotel."

Just then the door to the bathroom opened. Astrid walked out slowly, well aware of the power she had.

Her corset tight forcing her tits out. the black garter straps pulling her nylons high on her long legs. Slipping on her four-inch heels. She stood before us trembling slightly.

"What do you want me to do."

I laid on the bed; my dick was rising.

"Get on top of me."

As she straddled me Len walked over with the lube, and spread it on her cunt.

"Now ease yourself down."

She reached over me holding onto the headboard to support herself as she lowered herself. I guided her down pushing my cock into her pussy. I was getting into a nice rhythm. I would pull almost out; then ram it in; causing her to cry out.

Len crawled up behind her and started probing her ass. She realized what was going to happen, and started to panic.

"You can't do that to me; you're going to tear me apart!"

I reached up and twisted her red nipple.

"Calm down it's going to happen. You know you're not a very good whore. Doesn't Brent fuck your ass."

"No I won't let him."

Any further questions where cutoff by her crying out in pain as Len forced his cock into her quivering ass.

I was in perfect position to maul her tits. Holding them together so I could bite her nipples. With me deep in her pussy, and Len hammering her ass; she gave up. Len was pulling her ponytail to keep her head up or she would have collapsed. I shot my load deep in her. Len finished seconds later.

I rolled her over; she was moaning her ass was burning.

We got dressed quickly. I wanted to get out of there. I jerked her head up by her hair.

"Remember Astrid we have video and pictures in case you want to tell anybody, and just to be sure, I took a picture of your driver's license, in case we want to visit you.

When we left she was curled in the fetal position still in her nylons and heels. Her off-black stockings made her legs look longer.

On the ride home we decided to give Carl a chance.

We further decided to limit our adventures to rich bitches, who in our minds deserved it. We also toyed with the idea of ransom. Seeing how much their rich husbands were willing to pay.

Once again I checked the papers and online news; nothing yet. I didn't want to get sure of myself.

My thoughts drifted to Jan. She was still pre-occupied with her little incident. She was having nightmares, trashing about our bed, and waking in tears. She wasn't the only one suffering. She used to be good for at least four blowjobs a week not counting the ones before we screwed. I tried to tell her she should forget about it. But it didn't work.

Then there was Amber. She was ripe to be exploited, and I had plenty of thoughts on that.