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She did as he was told, spanking her ass a few times, moaning faintly. Then she crawled forward, her gorgeous, firm ass high in the air, the light glinting on her curves and her hips swivelling from side to side in an exaggerated parody of sensuality. The boys -- they'd all stripped off by now, and were masturbating themselves erect -- formed a circle around her. Still on her hands and knees, she gazed up at them, demure, doe-eyed, innocent. Was she getting off on this a little? Did she know what was coming? She raised herself to her knees and bit her lower lip -- was it nerves, or flirtation? She looked so vulnerable there, the men towering over her and dwarfing her petite frame. But she was no fool, and must have known how sluttily she was behaving, even if she didn't have much say in the matter.
Then Mike, the pornographer, grabbed one of her tits and the nape of her neck, positioning his cock, rock hard and thick, in front of her face.
She opened her mouth expectantly, nodding slightly and murmuring her assent as she gazed up at him. That's how it began. 'Suck my cock, you sexy little bitch,' he snarled, ramming his cock into her mouth.
She stayed on her knees like that for a while, sucking them off one after another, one cock in her mouth, one in each hand. Occasionally, one of them would make her push her breasts together and would fuck her tits while her mouth was occupied. She was quite professional about it, fluttering her eyelashes up at them sluttily as they took turns with her, sometimes jacking them off into her mouth, sometimes playing with her nipples while they fucked her mouth, their hands around her throat or holding her hair in a tight grip.
They would force her to place her hands behind her back and alternate between wanking into her mouth and slapping her face with their cocks, raining blows down on her cheeks and open mouth, the faint thumping sound of flesh on flesh filling the air as she closed her eyes and accepted her humiliation. Or they would hold her in place by one of her bare, slender shoulders, and slap each of her breasts up and down in turn, the boys jeering as her tits jiggled and as Payal cringed and wriggled in embarrassment and discomfort. Each man was a little rougher and meaner than the last, fucking her mouth, groping her tits, spanking her ass and slapping her face whenever she gagged or paused to gasp for breath. They obviously got off on verbally humiliating her, each of them letting her know what they thought of her as they abused her pretty little face and squeezed her tits and ass.
'You like that, you dizzy tart? You like having your whore mouth used like that?'
'That's a good girl, keep sucking those fucking cocks.'
'You're a dirty little slut, aren't you?'
'You posh little bitch, suck my fucking balls.'
This last was Rob, who was sitting back on the sofa and had been forcing her to service his cock on her hands and knees there. He had her face pinned to his crotch by her hair, and was making her lap at his balls with her tongue and take them in her mouth submissively. He reached down periodically to finger her cunt or ass, rubbing her juices over her face when he brought his hand back up.
Then he stood up, and placed the head of his long, thick cock in her mouth, ordering her to wrap her lips around it and wanking furiously into her mouth like that, leering at her as his wanking hand thumped her lips rhythmically. She tried to pull away, a little alarmed at how nasty things were quickly getting, but he held her there by the back of her head, and started to jack-hammer his cock in and out of her mouth, hard and fast. He'd rip his cock out of her mouth just long enough for her to take half a breath, then ram it back in to drive her humiliation and helplessness home. 'Take it, you little fucking bitch. Take my fucking cock in your throat,' he growled, slapping her face, her hair balled up in his fist. She whimpered and choked, gasping for air.
When Rob had finished with her for a moment, Jon yanked her head back by the hair. She opened her mouth expectantly for his cock; instead, he spat in her face and mouth, slapping her face and rubbing it in roughly. She closed her eyes and panted a little, shocked at this violent development, still catching her breath. I suppose it had begun to dawn on her that this was not going to be an evening of wine and roses; that they had real plans for her, and meant to get their money's worth.
On the whole, though, Payal was taking it like a cock-sucking champ, doing her best to maintain a kind of doe-eyed innocence and batting her eyes up at them, even as they took turns stretching her throat and verbally abusing her. But her violation had barely begun. Two of the boys, over-eager and unused to such first-rate service and submissiveness, blew hot, sticky loads of cum early into her mouth and on her face. Rich tutted, sternly scolding her for being a such a greedy little bitch, and forced her to scoop their spunk off of her cheeks with her fingers and to slide it into her mouth or rub it into her skin like some vapid, decadent whore.
Looking up at her tormentors coquettishly, she showed them the cum in her mouth, two thick loads; then, tilting her head back, she let it slide down her throat. 'That's a good girl,' Rich murmured, 'a good little whore,' as she licked her lips and looked up at them for more. Perhaps she thought that if she really put on a show, she'd get them all off more quickly and her ordeal would be over. But they were erect again in seconds, and back for more.
'Gents', Rich said. 'I think it's time we took this to the next level.'
Small mercies, perhaps, and Payal was allowed some brief respite as she got unsteadily to her feet. 'What are you going to do to me?' she asked, with a slutty kind of intonation, but visibly a little wary of what was to come next.
Rich dragged her over by the hair to one of those office swivel chairs he had, and forced her onto it on her knees, her lower torso pressed against the backrest and her smooth, full breasts hanging down over the back of the chair. She tried to support herself with her slender arms, but Rich grabbed them and pinned them forcefully to the small of her back. With his other hand, he grabbed a fistful of her hair, and positioned himself between her legs.
'You'll see.' Then, turning to one of the boys whose name I didn't know: 'Spit-roast the bitch. You take her mouth, I'll fuck her pussy.'
Unceremoniously, he rammed his cock into her cunt. She let out a little gasp of shock; the boys laughed again, and Rich began ploughing her, slowly to begin with, then hard and fast. 'You like that, you little bitch? You like whoring yourself out, sucking all these cocks?' He spanked her ass hard. The other man pulled her chest up off of the chair so that he could make eye contact with her, holding her up by the shoulder and throat. He slapped her face a few times, then kissed her very deeply and violently, pushing his tongue deep into her mouth and manhandling her tits as she squirmed and squealed and flailed ineffectually at this fresh assault. Then he forced her head down -- 'down you go, you little slut' -- slapped her again for good measure, and stuck his cock into her mouth. She gurgled incoherently.
Like I said, I'm no lesbian. But what a vision she was. Looking at the three of them sideways on, I had the best view in the house: the two long, thick cocks disappearing into her body from either end; her gorgeous, toned calves, splayed out behind her off of the edge of the chair; those slutty heels; her ample breasts swaying rhythmically beneath her, her delicate arms pressed firmly and helplessly into her back, Rich's firm grasp of her slim waist. The men went quiet for a bit, getting used to the feel of her body. She fluttered her eyelashes at the man in her mouth, moaning appreciatively in response to his repeated thrusting. Did she know what she was doing after all? Could she handle all these vicious bastards? I supposed time would tell.
They took turns in her mouth and cunt like that for a while, the men standing around and leering at her, Payal on her knees on the chair. Every now and then they would spin her around, forcing her to taste the juices from her sopping wet pussy on their fat cocks. The man in front would wrench his cock from her mouth and yank her head up to meet his smirking gaze: sometimes he'd slap her face or pinch her tits or force his fingers into her mouth and down her throat; or else, if he was one of the crueller ones -- God, what brutes they all were -- he'd spit in her face or mouth and force her to swallow it. She'd have a few seconds to catch her breath. Then, 'open for business,' he'd say, pushing her head away from him in contempt; another cock would appear in her mouth, battering her tonsils, and her ordeal would begin all over again.
For fifteen minutes or so, the sound of flesh slapping on flesh, and Payal's faint grunts of humiliation, were all that filled the air. She seemed to have settled into a routine, sucking cocks straight out of her cunt without much complaint -- as if anyone would have **censored** any attention. Dare I say, she even seemed to be enjoying herself a little, gurgling little groans of what may have been pleasure whenever one of the bigger lads -- in truth, they were all well hung -- slammed her cunt particularly hard.
Then Mike, the pornographer, grabbed one of her tits and the nape of her neck, positioning his cock, rock hard and thick, in front of her face.
She opened her mouth expectantly, nodding slightly and murmuring her assent as she gazed up at him. That's how it began. 'Suck my cock, you sexy little bitch,' he snarled, ramming his cock into her mouth.
She stayed on her knees like that for a while, sucking them off one after another, one cock in her mouth, one in each hand. Occasionally, one of them would make her push her breasts together and would fuck her tits while her mouth was occupied. She was quite professional about it, fluttering her eyelashes up at them sluttily as they took turns with her, sometimes jacking them off into her mouth, sometimes playing with her nipples while they fucked her mouth, their hands around her throat or holding her hair in a tight grip.
They would force her to place her hands behind her back and alternate between wanking into her mouth and slapping her face with their cocks, raining blows down on her cheeks and open mouth, the faint thumping sound of flesh on flesh filling the air as she closed her eyes and accepted her humiliation. Or they would hold her in place by one of her bare, slender shoulders, and slap each of her breasts up and down in turn, the boys jeering as her tits jiggled and as Payal cringed and wriggled in embarrassment and discomfort. Each man was a little rougher and meaner than the last, fucking her mouth, groping her tits, spanking her ass and slapping her face whenever she gagged or paused to gasp for breath. They obviously got off on verbally humiliating her, each of them letting her know what they thought of her as they abused her pretty little face and squeezed her tits and ass.
'You like that, you dizzy tart? You like having your whore mouth used like that?'
'That's a good girl, keep sucking those fucking cocks.'
'You're a dirty little slut, aren't you?'
'You posh little bitch, suck my fucking balls.'
This last was Rob, who was sitting back on the sofa and had been forcing her to service his cock on her hands and knees there. He had her face pinned to his crotch by her hair, and was making her lap at his balls with her tongue and take them in her mouth submissively. He reached down periodically to finger her cunt or ass, rubbing her juices over her face when he brought his hand back up.
Then he stood up, and placed the head of his long, thick cock in her mouth, ordering her to wrap her lips around it and wanking furiously into her mouth like that, leering at her as his wanking hand thumped her lips rhythmically. She tried to pull away, a little alarmed at how nasty things were quickly getting, but he held her there by the back of her head, and started to jack-hammer his cock in and out of her mouth, hard and fast. He'd rip his cock out of her mouth just long enough for her to take half a breath, then ram it back in to drive her humiliation and helplessness home. 'Take it, you little fucking bitch. Take my fucking cock in your throat,' he growled, slapping her face, her hair balled up in his fist. She whimpered and choked, gasping for air.
When Rob had finished with her for a moment, Jon yanked her head back by the hair. She opened her mouth expectantly for his cock; instead, he spat in her face and mouth, slapping her face and rubbing it in roughly. She closed her eyes and panted a little, shocked at this violent development, still catching her breath. I suppose it had begun to dawn on her that this was not going to be an evening of wine and roses; that they had real plans for her, and meant to get their money's worth.
On the whole, though, Payal was taking it like a cock-sucking champ, doing her best to maintain a kind of doe-eyed innocence and batting her eyes up at them, even as they took turns stretching her throat and verbally abusing her. But her violation had barely begun. Two of the boys, over-eager and unused to such first-rate service and submissiveness, blew hot, sticky loads of cum early into her mouth and on her face. Rich tutted, sternly scolding her for being a such a greedy little bitch, and forced her to scoop their spunk off of her cheeks with her fingers and to slide it into her mouth or rub it into her skin like some vapid, decadent whore.
Looking up at her tormentors coquettishly, she showed them the cum in her mouth, two thick loads; then, tilting her head back, she let it slide down her throat. 'That's a good girl,' Rich murmured, 'a good little whore,' as she licked her lips and looked up at them for more. Perhaps she thought that if she really put on a show, she'd get them all off more quickly and her ordeal would be over. But they were erect again in seconds, and back for more.
'Gents', Rich said. 'I think it's time we took this to the next level.'
Small mercies, perhaps, and Payal was allowed some brief respite as she got unsteadily to her feet. 'What are you going to do to me?' she asked, with a slutty kind of intonation, but visibly a little wary of what was to come next.
Rich dragged her over by the hair to one of those office swivel chairs he had, and forced her onto it on her knees, her lower torso pressed against the backrest and her smooth, full breasts hanging down over the back of the chair. She tried to support herself with her slender arms, but Rich grabbed them and pinned them forcefully to the small of her back. With his other hand, he grabbed a fistful of her hair, and positioned himself between her legs.
'You'll see.' Then, turning to one of the boys whose name I didn't know: 'Spit-roast the bitch. You take her mouth, I'll fuck her pussy.'
Unceremoniously, he rammed his cock into her cunt. She let out a little gasp of shock; the boys laughed again, and Rich began ploughing her, slowly to begin with, then hard and fast. 'You like that, you little bitch? You like whoring yourself out, sucking all these cocks?' He spanked her ass hard. The other man pulled her chest up off of the chair so that he could make eye contact with her, holding her up by the shoulder and throat. He slapped her face a few times, then kissed her very deeply and violently, pushing his tongue deep into her mouth and manhandling her tits as she squirmed and squealed and flailed ineffectually at this fresh assault. Then he forced her head down -- 'down you go, you little slut' -- slapped her again for good measure, and stuck his cock into her mouth. She gurgled incoherently.
Like I said, I'm no lesbian. But what a vision she was. Looking at the three of them sideways on, I had the best view in the house: the two long, thick cocks disappearing into her body from either end; her gorgeous, toned calves, splayed out behind her off of the edge of the chair; those slutty heels; her ample breasts swaying rhythmically beneath her, her delicate arms pressed firmly and helplessly into her back, Rich's firm grasp of her slim waist. The men went quiet for a bit, getting used to the feel of her body. She fluttered her eyelashes at the man in her mouth, moaning appreciatively in response to his repeated thrusting. Did she know what she was doing after all? Could she handle all these vicious bastards? I supposed time would tell.
They took turns in her mouth and cunt like that for a while, the men standing around and leering at her, Payal on her knees on the chair. Every now and then they would spin her around, forcing her to taste the juices from her sopping wet pussy on their fat cocks. The man in front would wrench his cock from her mouth and yank her head up to meet his smirking gaze: sometimes he'd slap her face or pinch her tits or force his fingers into her mouth and down her throat; or else, if he was one of the crueller ones -- God, what brutes they all were -- he'd spit in her face or mouth and force her to swallow it. She'd have a few seconds to catch her breath. Then, 'open for business,' he'd say, pushing her head away from him in contempt; another cock would appear in her mouth, battering her tonsils, and her ordeal would begin all over again.
For fifteen minutes or so, the sound of flesh slapping on flesh, and Payal's faint grunts of humiliation, were all that filled the air. She seemed to have settled into a routine, sucking cocks straight out of her cunt without much complaint -- as if anyone would have **censored** any attention. Dare I say, she even seemed to be enjoying herself a little, gurgling little groans of what may have been pleasure whenever one of the bigger lads -- in truth, they were all well hung -- slammed her cunt particularly hard.