Moving

June 29, 2008 – 11:46 pm

Story codes: MMMMF, interr, nc, cheat, anal
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Disclaimer:
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This is a work of erotic fiction and should only viewed by adults.
Minors and those who are easily offended should not proceed.
Please remember that this a work of fantasy. The author does not
advocate, encourage or promote real world practice of the acts
depicted within, especially those which pertain to non-consensual
or unprotected sex.
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“Hello, Aardvark Removalists. How may we help you”, said the voice
over the telephone.

It was the be first entry in the phone book and Tiffany couldn’t
be bothered to look further.

“Yes. Can you move our furniture across town tomorrow?”, Tiffany
said in her rather abrupt manner, as she sometimes tended to do
with ‘hired help’.

“Well, that’s rather short notice, madam. And tomorrow’s Saturday.
We may have a little difficulty in finding a crew.”

“Could you please find one because I really need to move tomorrow.
I don’t care how much it costs.”

“OK, I think we can arrange something. But it will cost you $900.
Payment in cash is required on the completion of the job.” said
the man, his voice betraying slight annoyance at the Tiffany’s
attitude.

“Sure, whatever. Just make sure your men damage anything.” She
gave him her personal details and the addresses and then she hung
up.

Damn Paul, Tiffany thought. Why was he in such a hurry to move
into the new house. And why was he on another of his business
trips instead of helping with the move.

Paul Winchester Lambert-Brown was often on business trips. He
was one of the city’s most prominent businessmen. It was a minor
scandal when this 50 year old tycoon married Tiffany, his then 22
year old secretary.

They had been married for 6 years and things were going well.
Business was doing alright and they were moving into a bigger
house. While not deliriously happy, they at least got on very
well. He provided her with a great standard of living while she
was the perfect trophy wife. She kept herself always immaculate

And even though Paul was much older than Tiffany, he was still
able to satisfy her sexually. It was mostly fairly conventional
sex, but Tiffany sometimes liked to strut around in sexy French
lingerie, teasing Paul until he begged her to make love to him. It
made her feel very turned on and slightly naughty and Paul
certainly didn’t seem to mind.

However, Paul did have a difficult side in that he was obsessive
about preserving his collection of antiques and various pieces of
art. Over the years, Tiffany had learnt not to handle, let alone
damage his prized possessions. The thought of a big house move
filled her with dread and she was very angry with Paul for not
being here to help out.

Anyway, she knew that it had to be done and so she the went to the
bank to withdraw the money.

***************

Tiffany answered the doorbell the next day with some unease. The
removalists were half an hour late in arriving, and that did not
help Tiffany’s already anxious mood.

When she opened the door, she was greeted by the sight of a large
chest in overalls directly in front of her. Tiffany was not short
at 5′10″, but she had to look up to see the man’s face. He must
have been 6′3″ at least.

“Mrs. Tiffany Lambert-Brown?”, he said in a deep, resonant voice.

She just nodded her head with her mouth slightly open.

“My name is David and we are from Aardvark Removalists.”

“Er, yes. Come in”, she said, slowly regaining her composure.

She led them in and showed them around the house and each man
introduced himself. She explained in detail what needed to be
packed and what to be especially careful of (this took a long
time). While she was doing this, she was also checking out the
removal team, almost subconsciously.

David was in his late 40’s and obviously kept in good shape
despite his age. He was the boss of the crew and carried himself
with a certain dignity, helped by his square jaw and grey streaks
in his full head of hair.

Greg and Tony were about the same age, in their early twenties.
Greg was about the same height and build as David but obviously
had a tighter body due to his fewer years. He had a shock of blond
hair which was rather long and unkempt, not unlike a surfer. Tony
was the shortest of the four men, but was still about 6 foot. He
was also more stocky, but certainly not flabby and he had
straight, dark hair. Both Greg and Tony seemed to have an air of
mischief about them and were constant joking about. Tiffany knew
she had to keep an eye on them.

Jim was physically the most imposing of the quartet: 6′9″, black
and all muscle. He was very quiet and stood slightly apart from
the other three. Tiffany caught herself looking at his crotch
wondering how big Jim’s cock was, but the pressure of the move
stopped any further pondering.

The team got to work quickly and efficiently. Tiffany hovered
about supervising the activity. She achieved very little except to
annoy the removalists and to increase her own anxiety. By lunch
time, her nerves were almost shot. She knew she had to get out of
there and so she left the men and went to her favourite cafe.

She had a nice meal and some wine. She started to relax a bit and
her mind wandered to sex. It had been a couple of weeks since her
husband had satisfied her. She knew just the perfect thing to
unwind: go out to buy at set lingerie to surprise Paul when he
gets back.

She spent at least an hour in the exclusive lingerie boutique
trying on many outfits. She finally settled on a small black
corset. It started just below the breasts (though it did not cover
them) and ended above her shapely hips. It laced up the back,
which made it a bit difficult to put on. At the bottom end were
four suspender straps to hold up stockings. She tried it out with
a pair of sheer black stockings and a black lace G-string.

She admired herself in the full length mirror in the change room.
The corset narrowed her tummy to 22 inches which accentuated her
curvaceous hips and thighs. It also made her bare 35 inch breasts
jutted out in from of her. She turned around and liked the
combination of the G-string and suspenders - it made her butt look
soft and round. She looked down further. Even though the stockings
were good, there was something missing.

Then she realized what it was. Shoes! She needed a pair of sexy
shoes to “top off” her little outfit. Because the corset was so
much trouble to take off, she decided to wear the whole thing
home. She put her short black, which barely covered the tops of
her stockings.

She set off with renewed vigour to compete her new quest. Within
half an hour she had found a nice pair of shiny black patent
leather pumps. They had almost needle pointed 4 inch stiletto
heels. Simple, but she imagined would complement her underwear
perfectly. With her little bit of fun over, she paid for her
purchases and teetered off to the new house on her new high heels
shoes.

When she got there, she noted that the removal truck was parked
outside the house and was almost empty. She had been gone so long
that they had almost finished the job. When she entered, she saw
Greg and Tony in the dining room unpacking some dishes. Greg was
in the middle of telling a dirty joke when they noticed her. Greg
blushed slightly and they greeted her. Tiffany just said “hi” and
headed for the bedroom. Her hips swayed as she climbed the
staircase as she got use to the height of her shoes. Tony elbowed
Greg’s ribs.

“Take a look at that ass”, whispered Tony, pointing up Tiffany’s
skirt. From the bottom of the stairs, they could see the naked
skin above her stockings peeking out from under her dress.

“Wow! These rich dudes sure get the best babes. I wouldn’t mind a
piece of that, even if it was just for 10 minutes”, said Greg, his
eyes following every movement of her butt.

“Yeah, about 2 minutes is about all you could handle. Let’s get
back to work lover boy.”

Tiffany entered her bedroom, unaware of the attention that she was
getting. She closed the door behind her. She checked that
everything was alright in the bedroom. The last thing she needed
was anything damaged. After her brief survey, she went to look
herself in the mirror. She was about to take off her dress to see
how she looked with just her corset and the stilettos on when she
was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Yes, what is it?”, she said loudly.

“Excuse me Ma’am, but we’re just about finished”, said David as he
came into the bedroom. “I hope that everything is to your
satisfaction.”

“Yes, everything is fine.”

By now, the other three men had come into the room as well.
Tiffany noted that their uniforms were not quite as clean and
crisp as they were and that their muscular arms were covered with
a thin film of perspiration. The slightly sweet smell of physical
exertion began to fill the air. The smell always made her a little
horny. It reminded of her of the days in high school when she was
the cheerleader dating the football captain.

David handed her a piece of paper. “That will be $900 please.”

Tiffany bent over to retrieve her handbag from the foot of her
bed, again revealing the tops of the stockings. Neither of the men
failed to take notice. Tony winked at Greg.

As she opened her bag, Tiffany suddenly realised that even though
she had withdrawn more than enough cash the previous day, she had
spent the majority of it on her little shopping spree today. No
worries, she thought.

“Do you take personal checks?”, she asked, deftly whipping out her
check book.

“I’m afraid not, ma’am. It’s against company policy. We accept
cash only”, said David politely.

“Hmmm, I don’t seem to have enough. How about I give you $200
today and pay the balance on Monday?”

“I wish I could do that ma’am. However, it is a strict rule that
payment must be made in full on the completion of the job. I’m
sure that it was explained to you when you booked our service”,
replied David, now getting impatient.

“Well, what can I do? I haven’t got any more money on me at the
moment. Can’t I just go out the automatic teller machine to get
some more cash now?”

David was about to relent when Tony tapped him on his shoulder.
Tony nodded towards Tiffany. David knew exactly what his young
worker was thinking.

“You put us in a difficult position, Mrs. Lambert-Brown, I’m sure
we can come to a some sort of arrangement”, David eventually said.

“Well I’m glad you’ve come to your senses. What do you propose?”,
she said in a business-like voice that she learnt from her
husband.

“We propose that you take off your dress” said David again, in a
slow, steady voice.

“What?” said Tiffany, her tone betraying her incredulity.

“He said take off your dress”, grinned Tony.

“Look, don’t be stupid. I’m going out to get some more money”, she
blurted, trying hard to hide her fear.

She headed for the bedroom door, but Jim’s imposing, dark figure
moved in to block her way. He stood tall, like a statue, arms
folded and face stern. She knew there was no way she could get
past.

She turned around to see Greg holding up a vase in his hand.

“Either you do what our boss man says, or we start breaking your
precious stuff”, threatened Greg.

Tiffany began to tremble. She could not think straight. She was
surrounded by four large men with no possibility of escape. And
she knew that Paul would be unbearable if he found anything
broken. She didn’t know what she was more afraid of: Paul’s anger
or the stares of these men.

David looked her straight in the eye. “Now, strip off…slowly”,
she ordered in a calm voice.

She felt that she had no choice. Her hands were now shaking
visibly as she reached up her back. The men could hear the zip
being undone as her arm moved downwards in a few jerky motions.
The dress opened up at the back and slipped forwards off her
shoulders. She caught with her crossed arms it just before exposed
her braless breasts.

“Didn’t you hear him? We said take it off!” commanded Tony,
loudly.

Startled, Tiffany let go of the dress. It fell quickly to the her
feet, crumpling into a small pile on top of her shoes.

“Holy shit!” exclaimed Greg.

Tony let out a low whistle.

David and Jim just stood there, smiling their quiet approval.

They couldn’t believe their luck. Here was a blonde goddess
standing in front of them in corset and stockings. Her firm, round
breasts heaved up and down as she started to breath more quickly.
Her deeply flushed cheeks betrayed her acute embarrassment, but
this only made her look more erotic.

“Turn around”, said David after he had savoured the frontal view.

Tiffany obeyed, presenting her posterior to the group. This time
even Jim let out a gasp as her prefect, smooth bottom came into
view. The G-string was serving its intended purpose of showing off
those round cheeks to perfection.

She turned her head towards them, her hair sweeping over one
shoulder.

“OK. You’ve seen the show. Will you take the $200 and leave?” she
pleaded.

“Not quite yet. We could all see better than this in the nudie bar
for a few bucks. You have some way to go if you want to work off
this debt. Now, come over here”, commanded David. He had lied
about seeing better than Tiffany. None of the men had seen such an
exquisite woman before, certainly not so close and in such a
vulnerable situation.

Tiffany didn’t like the sound this. She hobbled over to the men,
still trying so get used to the high heels. She stopped before she
got too close to them.

“Kneel”, came the next order.

She didn’t move.

Tiffany then felt a pair of sweaty hands on her shoulders. She was
shocked at how large the hands were, easily covering each
shoulder. It was Jim, who had moved up behind her without her
noticing. The hand felt heavier and heavier as Jim pressed down
until Tiffany’s legs finally gave way and she was on her knees.

Meanwhile, David had taken off his overalls and shoes. He was just
wearing a T-shirt and his shorts, which had a very prominent bulge
in them. He walked over until his crotch was almost directly in
from of Tiffany’s face. He then pulled down his shorts and freed
his stiff 10 inch cock. It snapped straight ahead, ending up 3
inches from Tiffany’s nose.

She was quite startled by it, as she had never seen a dick larger
than her husband’s 7 inches before. Her initial reaction was to
lean backwards at this invasion of her personal space, but she was
held in place by Jim’s assured grip. Her field of vision was
filled with David’s red, angry head, beating slightly in time with
his heartbeat. On the tip was a large dewdrop of pre-cum,
glistening and clear.

“You know what to do”, said David as he looked down at her wide-
eyed wonderment.

Tiffany was at once fascinated by the huge hard on in front of her
and disgusted by what they were trying to make her do. After she
didn’t move for a while, she felt Jim’s hands push her forward. As
her face was pushed closer, she tilted her head back slightly and
stuck out her tongue. Her eyes locked onto David. She licked off
the pre-cum with tip of her tongue and closed her eyes as she
savoured its salty taste, something which always made here
extremely horny. She opened her mouth again, but David’s ever
swelling head would not fit. Instead, she swirled her tongue
around her head, then licked up and down the long shaft. This
extra lubrication allowed her mouth to slide, somewhat
uncomfortably, around David’s rock hard rod. Tiffany then started
to rock her head back and forwards, sucking gently. The pungent
odour of pubic hair filled her nostrils and this made her pick up
her pace.

“Look at her go, man. This babe’s *hot*!”, said Tony.

“Yeah, I can’t wait for my turn”, replied Greg.

David moaned softly as she made loud slurping noises. He enjoyed
the attentions of her mouth for a few more minutes.

“Jim, see if she is ready yet”, said David suddenly.

Tiffany squealed as she felt Jim’s hand reach down between her
legs. He rubbed her pussy through the thin G-string, feeling the
tell-tale wetness of the material.

“She’s all set to party, boss”, reported Jim.

David pulled out roughly, leaving her mouth wide open temporarily.
With one fluid motion, he swept he up and deposited Tiffany on her
back in the middle of the large bed. He began pulling at the G-
string. Tiffany initially resisted, then lifted her hips slightly.
As the panties moved near her knees, she lifted her feet into the
air and the G-string slipped past her stilettoes. David spread her
legs apart, revealing a neatly cropped mound of fine, blond pubic
hairs above a pink and now very wet slit.

David positioned himself over Tiffany, his muscular body dwarfing
her underneath. He took his penis in his hand and started to rub
the head around her clit. Tiffany wriggled her hips and moaned
while he teased her pussy and coated his dick with her juices.

“Oh, oh…stop teasing me. Please, put it in, please”, she begged.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll fuck you real good”, her said

With those words, he thrusted his hips forward suddenly and
violently. With one stroke, he was more than half buried.

“Oh my GOD!”, Tiffany shouted. She had never taken a penis this
big before.

Spurred on by her cry, he thrust again, this time plunging to the
hilt of his 10 inch member.

“Ungh”, was all she could manage.

He lay still for a moment, enjoying the tightness of her cunt. As
it began to loosen after the initial assault, he started to
rhytmically move in and out.

“Ungh, ungh, ungh”, grunted Tiffany in David’s ear as he pounded
her. She lifted her legs up and crossed her feet behind his butt.
The other three had the privilage of seeing her shiny high heel
shoes locked above his rising and falling posterior. Tony thought
he was cum any second at such an erotic scene.

David knew that he couldn’t last for long either, given the
combined effects of her great blow job and her warm wet pussy.
Tiffany sensed that he might unload soon, and started to worry.
She wasn’t wearing her diaphragm and in the heat of the moment,
couldn’t remember when her period was. She had to stop him before
he came.

“No, no, please don’t do it inside…inside my…ahh, ahhh,
AHHHHH!”

It was too late. She closed her eyes tightly and threw her legs up
in the air as she had a mind-blowing orgasm. She was unable to say
anything coherent.

“Just look at that slut. She’s really getting off on this!” said
Tony.

Her cunt spasmed rhythmically, massaging David’s dick as he
continued to fuck her. That was the final straw and he thrust
deeply one more time before pumping his wad deep into her body.
His hips moved in involuntarily as his jism continued deposit
inside. He continued to cum for at least 15 seconds, such was the
intensity of his orgasm.

Tiffany felt each hot spurt splash inside her. David collapsed on
top of her, his weight knocking the wind out of her. He lay there
for almost a minute recovering. When he pulled out, his penis was
in thick, white juices. He lifted himself off her limp body.

She was starting to come out her post-orgasmic stupor and was
beginning to worry about her fertility again. The last thing she
needed was a pregnancy, especially from a stranger. She got up to
go to the bathroom, hoping to clean out as much of the semen as
possible.

However, before she could go anywhere, a hand pushed her
forcefully back onto the bed.

“Where do you think you’re going, you little whore? I haven’t had
my turn yet.”

It was Tony, standing naked in front of her.

“Please, I have to go to the bathroom and…”

“Stop talking and start moaning.”

Tony pulled her ass towards him until she was lying at the edge of
the bed. He grabbed her ankles and lifted them up until her legs
from a big ‘V’ in the air. He aimed his cock and quickly pushed it
in all the way. The mixture of liquid in her twat made his
progress much smoother than David’s. He rested her ankles on his
shoulders so that her spiked heel shoes rested just next to his
ears. Although Tony’s penis was only about 6 inches long, it was
quite fat and Tiffany could feel it sliding in and out despite her
wetness.

Tony got tired of this position quickly. He stopped fucking her.
“Turn over. Get on your hands and knees so I can ride you like the
bitch that you are.”

She did as she was asked and soon Tony was presented with her
luscious posterior. The laces on her corset criss-crossed her
back, exposing bits of her pale flesh. He grabbed her round hips
with glee and slammed into her pussy again.

Tiffany let out a long “ohhhh” as he re-entered her. However, this
sound was muffled as something was stuffed into her mouth. It was
big, but it was soft. She tasted jizz, but also something more
unfamiliar. She looked up and saw David. She now knew that that
unfamiliar taste was her own cunt juices.

“Clean my cock.” David ordered.

She obediently licked up all traces of David’s cum and her love
fluid from his growing appendage, even though it did not taste
very nice. Almost involuntarily, she opened her mouth to suck on
David’s big manhood again when he suddenly pulled out.

“Hey, slut. Don’t get too greedy. I’m a good boss and I look after
my workers. Greg, why don’t you sample Mrs. Lambert-Brown’s mouth
for a while.”

Quick as a flash, Greg replaced David’s cock with his own. Like
Tony, he only had an average sized penis (and thinner too) and she
found it a more comfortable fit into her mouth. She started to
suck enthusiastically as she inhaled the heady aromas of this
young, lithe man’s pubic hairs and tasted his pre-cum. Her
keenness for the giving head was not lost on Greg.

“Whoah, thanks boss”, exclaimed Greg. “Looks like I got my
Christmas bonus early this year. This whore can sure suck cock. My
god! She’s using her tongue…” and he trailed off, lost in
enjoyment.

Greg wasn’t the only one enjoying himself. He watched as Tony’s
used his big, meaty hands to hold on tight to Tiffany’s hips to
pump rapid in and out of her pussy. Her corseted body was almost a
blur as she moved back and forth to meet Tony’s thrusts.

Tony couldn’t hold off any longer and yelled out “oh yeah, get a
load of this” and he buried his cock as deep as he could. He
tensed 9 or 10 times as he shot his sperm inside her. Tiffany felt
so dirty that it was delicious.

Eventually Tony pulled out of Tiffany while she still worked
expertly on David. She was concentrating fully on what was in
front of her, and forgot about everything else. Then she felt
something massive come up against the lips of her wet pussy. She
felt two big hands take a very firm hold of her hips and pull her
butt backwards onto the mass behind her.

Tiffany opened her mouth, spat out David’s cock, threw her head
backwards and screamed out aloud as a searing pain erupted from
between her legs. The hands relaxed for a bit, then pulled her
hips back again and another yell emanated from her mouth. She felt
as if her pussy was exploding.

“Looks like she felt that one, Jim”, said David, looking closely
at Tiffany’s face screwed up in pain.

“Yeah, thanks for that Jim”, jeered Greg. “I was just about to
cream her sweet mouth.”

If she had forgotten about Jim and his package before, she was
certainly given a reminder now. The pain was just beginning to
abate when Jim thrust powerfully again. Tiffany screamed again.

“Enjoy the ride on the 12 inch black express, lady”, sneered Tony.

“It’s no good boss. She just can’t seem to take it all”, observed
Jim, ruefully.

“Now you know what I’ve said, Jim. You don’t give up when you work
for me”, chastised David.

“OK boss.”

Jim pushed Tiffany forward and she popped off his huge penis. She
toppled over on the bed face down, trying to catch her breath. She
felt Jims strong hands on her again, this time on her body. He
easily flipped her around until she was on her back. He loomed
large over her as he clambered on top and parted her legs.

With wild-eyed apprehension, she looked down as a big, dark object
came steady towards her. She was shocked to see a monster of an
organ bigger than she had ever believed possible. It was at least
12 inches long, wider than Tony’s now seemingly tiny dick, with
thick veins coursing up and down the black shaft. The top quarter
was glistening with sticky liquid. Evidently, he had only managed
to get a small way in on his last attempt.

Jim positioned this massive weapon over its target and propped
himself up on his arms.

“No, no, noooo!” blurted Tiffany. “You’re too big! Don’t”

But those protestations fell on deaf ears as Jim lowered his
pelvis quickly towards the bed. A renewed pain seared through
Tiffany’s body as Jim’s monster penetrated her tight cunt.

The three onlookers cheered as they watched. Tiffany was so small
compared to Jim that the looked like an insect stuck onto a
specimen board; except that she was impaled on a large spear, not
a tiny pin. Her arms and legs flailed in the air widely, and her
head shook quickly from side to side as she screamed in agony.

“Give it to the whore! Pump her hard!” they encouraged.

But Tiffany couldn’t hear them. All she could think about was the
gigantic piece of black flesh that was being forced into her inch
by inch with each push. Just when she thought she couldn’t take
any more, the pushing stopped. Jim was buried to the hilt at long
last.

“You so tight, bitch. Bet you never had no big black meat in you
before”, he leered at her. She shook her head. “You is gonna enjoy
this, then.”

Then he started to fuck her, and fuck her hard. Slowly at first,
but always with long, powerful strokes. With each thrust, the pain
subsided and a new feeling took over: Tiffany felt so incredibly
filled, as she had never been filled before. Jim’s long shlong was
making her feel things she had never felt before. She was soon
squealing with delight with each stroke, her feet in high heels
quivering in the air and her small hands grabbing onto the sheets.

Before long, she had a series of massive orgasms, one after
another as the black stud continued to pound her. Her
vocalizations became incoherent, but sounded to the other three
like “Fuck me!”.

The contractions inside Tiffany’s pussy massaged Jim’s cock
further, and soon it was clear that he was also going to cum. His
thrusting became quicker and more irregular, until he finally
plunged deep within Tiffany and let out a huge groan. If Tiffany
was filled before, she was now positively overflowing with what
seemed like a torrent of cum. His thick semen was dumped deep
inside her and all she could do was moan with each pulse of
ejaculation.

After a minute, Jim pulled out and a gush of thick, creamy fluid
gushed out of her now distended cunt. Tiffany was spent and her
arms and legs flopped lifelessly on the bed. Her mouth was agape
as she gasped for breath. Jim crawled up the bed towards her face
and fed his softer but still impressive cock into her submissive
mouth. She was so weak that she could hardly lift her head off the
bed but she weakly tried to lick all the love juiced off Jim’s big
appendage.

While she was doing this, she felt her legs being held apart and
some squelching noises come from down below. However, she could
hardly feel anything. It was Greg trying to have his turn.

“Hey, Jim! You’ve ruined it for me. I can hardly touch the sides
of this bitch”, complained Jim.

Jim got up and turned towards Greg. “Well I couldn’t wait no more
and besides you were enjoying a blowjob. I wasn’t going to wait
until you finished with her.” Jim walked off to clean up.

“Aw, shit!” cursed Greg, as he continued to fuck. “This ain’t
gonna work.”

He got up and turned Tiffany over again. She was lying on her
belly with her head hanging over the edge of the bed. She was too
tired to move and just lay there. However, when she felt a pair of
hands pushing her ass cheeks apart and a blunt object push against
her butt hole, her eyes suddenly opened wide in alarm.

“Please, no! Don’t put it in there! I’ve never done that before”,
she almost cried.

“Hey, I’m gonna fuck you one way or another” said Greg back to
her. “If your pussy ain’t good enough to fuck, you’ll take it up
your ass.”

And with thus he thrust cruelly into her rear end. A different
pain ran through her body. Although Greg wasn’t as big as Jim, her
virgin ass still had difficulty coping with the sudden attack.

Tiffany was totally helpless, pinned down on the bed and butt
fucked. The agony of the initial penetration went away and was
replaced by a feeling of total invasion and humiliation. Each
thrust brought strange new sensations deep inside her body. All
she could do was fling her head back and grunt.

David was getting his second wind back and saw his opportunity.
Quickly and expertly, he guided his cock into Tiffany’s mouth and
stuffed it down her. Before she knew what was happening, David was
buried all the way into her throat until her nose was pushed up
against his pubic hair. She panicked at first because she had
never deep-throated anyone, and was afraid she would suffocate,
but soon found that she was able to breath around even David’s
large cock.

In synchrony now David and Greg pushed in and out of both ends of
her body. She was impaled from both sides and all she could do was
let these men pleasure themselves in these previously unsullied
parts of her body. She felt dirty and excited all at the same
time. She felt things she never felt before. She felt faint.

Before the lost all consciousness, she felt Greg inject his cum
deep in her bowels and David squirt his warm liquid down her
throat and into her stomach. She passed out.

***************

When she woke up, it was dark and she was lying curled up in bed.
She had no idea how long she had been asleep for but knew she was
sore all over. There was still cum oozing out from both her
orifces, forming a huge wet patch around her hip. Her mouth was
sticky with the taste of sex. Her hair was matted with dried semen
which was also all over her face - hey must have circled jerked
around her face while she laid asleep.

She lay in the dark and pondered. Her husband would be back in a
few days. Surely there was much still to do before his return.
There was painting, cleaning, gardening. She must hire men to do
these jobs. Many, many men who needed some sort of payment for
their work.

Yes, there was much still to do.

End.

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