JENNIFER 9
She pushed me into her apartment and slapped me across the face, her eyes
burning with anger. At her command I stripped my clothes off and fell to my
knees to use my tongue on her as she hiked up her skirt, pulling her panties to
one side. I was petrified of her, I would do anything as I knew she was capable
of anything. Overcoming my reluctance I pushed my tongue against her wet pussy
and even though my tongue still sore, licked her in a way she liked.
The leather belt around my waist and crotch bit into me and I felt so full, so
penetrated and violated but I also knew I was very wet. Sylvia came with a rush
and I was envious of her, the pleasure she received while I was constantly
denied.
"Please Ma'am," I whimpered when she finished adjusting her dress and she
laughed down at me.
"Slut want to come?" she taunted.
"Please Ma'am," I pleaded desperately, the dildos deep inside of me, the
humiliation of it all driving me to a fever pitch.
"Haven't got enough cock in both your holes?" She took a cigarette from her bag
and laughed again.
"Please Ma'am, I'm in pain, I need it badly."
"You're a slut! What are you?"
"A slut, Ma'am," I said desperately and she laughed, pushed her foot against my
face. "Lick it, slut, beg!"
"Please Ma'am," I cried as I licked and she laughed even more, then stood up,
pulling me up. Her hands roamed over my breasts and I squirmed, the dildos deep
inside me. "Please," I whimpered with the intense need.
The door to the apartment opened and Jared filled the doorway. Sylvia stopped
and stood there glaring at her brother as she squeezed my breasts. "Truce?"
Jared said as he walked over, his hand rubbing the leather belt between my legs.
"She's going to soak the leather. Truce?" he said again and Sylvia finally
smiled.
"Truce, why waste time on each other when we've got her? She's desperate to
come," Sylvia added, squeezing my breasts again.
"Let's see how desperate," Jared said and moved to the telephone where he called
someone. I couldn't hear what he said but I didn't care, so great was my need to
come, the constant teasing, and the degradation of the day had driven me mad
with the need to come. I wanted to so badly, I ached!
There was a knock on the door and Jared strode over to pull it open. I lowered
my head with shame when some men from the lower flats trooped in, eyes frankly
looking at my naked tits.
"This is our slut," Jared said calmly and Sylvia laughed. "A desperate slut who
wants to come. She's desperate even though her cunt and her arse are filled with
fat dildos. Isn't that right slut?"
"Yes Sir," I whispered, head down.
"Tell them you have a fat dildo in your cunt!"
"I have a fat dildo in my cunt, Sir," I bleated as his fingers savagely twisted
my nipple.
"Tell them about your arse!"
"I have a fat dildo in my arse, Sir," I said, face burning and I knew I was so
wet the moisture was running from under the wide leather and down my thighs.
"Slut wants to flick that little clit of hers so badly, Sylvia had to lock her
up. Show them, slut!" There were now four men in the room and I paraded myself
in front of them, showing them the locked leather belt. "Go ahead, feel her
tits!" Jared and Sylvia laughed as the men eagerly squeezed my large breasts,
leaving red finger marks on my skin. God, I wanted to come!
"Look here, slut," Sylvia called and I turned to see her holding a small gold
key. "Do you want to unlock it so you can put on a show? Do you?"
"Please Ma'am," I begged, beyond caring.
She threw me the key, I eagerly caught it and unlocked the belt. The men's eyes
were glued to me as I eased the dildos out. Red-faced, I squirmed off the
dildos, the one in my pussy coming free with a large wet plop. "On your hands
and knees," Sylvia barked and I did. "Go ahead."
I didn't care how I looked, I desperately put my fingers between my legs and
started to tease my clit as the men watched me, my legs and bottom open before
them. It didn't take long and I came with a huge scream, it was painful but
pleasurable at the same time and with sweat covering me, I slumped to the floor.
Jared squatted down and savagely pulled me up by my remaining hair to my knees,
his cock rammed into my throat. Fiercely, he fucked my face, his fingers in my
hair as everyone watched. When he came, he spurted over my face, running down my
cheeks and nose. Following his instructions, I crawled over to the other men and
begged to suck their cocks. Of course, they wanted me to and I sucked them one
by one until they came, washing my face with sperm although one held my face on
his cock so I had to swallow.
Covered in cum, I lay on the floor as the men sheepishly left. Jared pulled me
to my feet and pulled me over the arm of the sofa, holding my wrists.
Sylvia showed me the thin leather belt she had and then I heard it whistle
through the air. The slash across my bottom was intolerable and I screamed,
bucking and trying to move but Jared held me firmly. Sylvia showed no mercy,
slashing across my bottom, my thighs and my bottom again with a savage fury.
I lost all track of time and how many strokes I received, sobbing and crying,
screaming, I slumped down, a broken mess of pain.
"You're right," Sylvia said, breathing quickly as she rolled the belt up, "it's
much better when we work together."
"No more fights?" Jared asked and Sylvia kissed him on the cheek.
"No more, a team again."
"I'm going, I have a hot date tonight with the sluts friend. Have fun."
I saw Sylvia smiled down at me through my teary eyes. "O I will, believe me." My
body burning and I started crying again.
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I'm going to stop for a while
