7 comments/ 79344 views/ 22 favorites Don't Bet On It! By: azrael13 This is my first submission to Literotica, so I hope you enjoy it. Much thanks to TRCIII for help with editing. You were great to work with. Having lived in northern Indiana all my life, most everyone I know has developed a love/hate relationship with Notre Dame Football. As for me, I hate them. My wife loves them. A couple times during the year we spice up the games and put a little wager on them. She always takes ND and I always take their opponent. Typically whoever wins picks the next movie we go see, or restaurant we go to, etc. But that all changed the day my team, the Tennessee Volunteers, came to town. Since this was a game I really wanted the Vols to win, and I tend to be a little cocky, she wanted to up the ante a bit. "If Notre Dame wins on Saturday, you have to be my slave next weekend; but if Tennessee wins I'll be yours," she proposed. I thought about it a minute, not wanting to act too eager, letting her name the stakes; at the same time, being very confident of my team's abilities, I definitely did not want to miss out on an opportunity like this. "So," I said, "when my boys crush your boys, you are going to do WHATEVER I tell you for an entire weekend, right?" "That's the deal," she said. "But you're going to be the one taking the orders, not giving them." "Deal," came my response. "Good! I can't wait," came hers. Over the next few days, we taunted and teased each other about who would win the game, and what we were going to make the other person do when we won. Finally the day of the big game arrived and we settled down on the couch to watch. My Vols struck first and actually managed to carry a 10-point lead into the locker room at half time. I couldn't help it. "I can't wait until next weekend. You had better get some rest because you are going to need it," I taunted. "Whatever," she responded. "Just wait, they'll come back." "Yeah, right," I chuckled as I shuffled off to get a refill on my drink. Moments later we found ourselves glued to the TV as ND finished off an impressive drive for a touchdown cutting my lead to three. The two teams traded field goals and punts for a majority of the remainder of the game until my Vols coughed up the ball late in the fourth quarter, putting ND well within striking distance. I could hardly watch as, once again, ND marched down the field to score the winning TD as time expired. I could not believe it. "Your Ass is Mine!" she shouted. "Not 'til next weekend," I moaned. "Oh, that's just fine," she snarled eerily. "That just gives me more time to plan." I had no idea what I had gotten myself into. The following Saturday morning I got up, took a shower, and readied myself for the 2 days ahead. When I came out of the bathroom she told me she was going to take a shower and asked me to run across town to get her some of her favorite coffee and donuts. "After all," she said, "you are my slave." Then she just winked and slipped out of her robe and into the shower. As I got into my car I thought to myself, "Heck, this isn't going to be so bad after all; I run a few errands, rub her feet a little, take her to a chick flick, whatever...no big deal." I couldn't have been more wrong. When I returned home I found the door that led from the garage into the house had been locked and there was a note for me: Slave, Thanks for the coffee and donuts. Kindly set them on the step and remove all of your clothes and place them in this paper bag. When you are done knock on the door, take ten steps away from the door, and I will bring you proper slave attire. I stood there for a few moments pondering my situation and decided to play along. After I had removed everything except my boxers I knocked on the door and stepped back as she had instructed. When she opened the door she looked pissed. "Slave!" she said. "I told you to remove ALL of your clothing. Why have you disobeyed me?" I couldn't remember ever seeing her like this before. Jess is only a 5'6," 118 lbs. brunette, where as I am 6'2" and easily 190, but the look on her face told me I better do as I was told. I quickly dropped my shorts and reached out and dropped them in the bag she had stretched out in front of her. "Good," she said. Then she pointed to a cardboard box in the corner of the garage and told me my slave attire was in there. "Put it on quickly and then knock," she proclaimed, as she took her bag and her coffee and slammed the door behind her. I opened the box to find a pair of navy blue mesh, see-through boxers and a matching t-shirt. Under that I found a collar with a D-ring, two leather ankle cuffs and two leather wrist cuffs. My mind suddenly began to race with ideas of what she had in mind for me. As I began to dress, a sense of anxiousness rushed over me and I started to sweat. At the same time, the sensation of the fabric on my skin was causing my cock to rise and I began to get a little excited. After I finished dressing, I composed myself and reached forward and knocked on the door just as I was told. I kept my eyes down hoping to please her by showing my submission when she opened the door. Several minutes passed. Finally the door opened and I found myself staring at what had to be 4-5" black stilettos encasing my wife's beautiful feet. As my eyes wandered up, I saw that her legs were wrapped in black stockings that were held up by straps attached to the most incredible black leather bustier that thrust her delicious 36C breast practically in my face. I caught myself licking my lips...and so did she. "There will be plenty of time for that later," she whispered, as she gave a devilish grin. "I am really starting to like this," I thought. And then came her commands. "Eyes down. Pick up those donuts and follow me." I enjoyed watching her voluptuous ass sway in that thong as I started after her. "Our guests are tired of waiting," she barked. "Guests? Did she just say guests?" the thought ripped through my mind. "There can't really be people here with me dressed like this...and her dressed like that, can there?" "I've never had a slave of my very own before," she said, "so I wasn't really sure what to do with you. So I asked for some help and they were MORE than happy to oblige." I looked up to see two ladies Jess worked with at the lingerie store and one I did not know. They were all wearing similar apparel and anxiously waiting for my arrival. My sweat turned cold. "On your knees," she commanded. "Allow me to introduce you to the other Divas you will be entertaining this weekend." "This is Mistress Laura," she chimed, as she directed me to kiss Laura's stiletto-clad feet. Laura is the owner of the shop my wife worked at. She is about 5'2" and in great shape for a woman in her late 40's. This is due in part to her several trips to the gym each week and in part to the nice set of tits her husband bought her a few years ago. They had to be 34DDs and they looked spectacular in the burgundy velvet bustier she was wearing. Laura may be small but her presence is far from it. She commands attention in almost every room she enters. Every part of her is captivating, from her amazingly well-styled blonde mane that extends to the tops of her shoulders, to the dark red lipstick she wears continuously, all the way down to her professionally-painted toes, which I now found myself kissing. "Get up!" Laura demanded. "I'll take it from here," she told Jess, as she fastened a leash to my collar and led me to the others. I couldn't help but notice how great her ass looked for her age as she jerked me along. "This is Mistress Kate," she proclaimed, as I was directed to kiss her feet. Kate worked in the salon/ tanning area attached to the lingerie store and had cut my hair on many occasions. I never imagined I would find myself in this position with her, and I must say she surprised me the most. I would have never guessed she had the body she did, hidden under the jeans and t-shirts I saw her in about once a month. Kate is about 5'8" and she just turned 40. She has short dark hair with beautiful brown eyes and a nice _mocha tan. She was wearing baby blue stilettos and stockings just like the other women. However she was wearing a very sexy baby blue bra and panty combination that showed off all of her assets. The bra was lace at the top and seemed to enhance her tits a little, although I don't think she needed much help. Her panties were boy shorts and really showed off her great ass and abs. I wanted to stick my tongue in her belly button right then and there, but I knew I had better not. Next I was pulled up and taken to the feet of the one woman in the room that was a stranger to me. "This is Mistress Amber," Laura announced, as I kneeled to kiss her feet. I found out later that Amber was one of the vendors that called on the lingerie store and from time to time did parties for some of Laura's customers. Amber ran the kind of parties where they sell vibrators, games, lingerie, and other adult paraphernalia to women looking to spice up their love life. She was a striking redhead, with hair that ran to the middle of her back and piercing green eyes. She looked like she could not have been more than 22, maybe 23 years old, with an ass that just would not quit and perky breasts that seem to just call out to you from under her shiny, hunter green bustier with matching thong and stilettos. I now found my cock was at full attention and there would be no way I could hide it if I was forced to stand again, so I lingered as I kissed her toes. Laura obviously sensed my predicament and ordered me to stand. In my hope that my erection would subside I must have hesitated too long because now I felt myself being jerked up by the collar as she shouted, "I said, 'stand'!" As I caught my breath I looked up to see Amber staring at my erect cock as a smile came to her lips. Quickly I placed my hands in front of me to hide my excitement. Apparently I had made a poor decision. Now I was being berated by all four of them as they chided me that I was their property; I must hide NOTHING from them and for this I must be punished. The next thing I knew I had been pulled across the coffee table in the middle of the family room and my leather wrist cuffs had been attached to the corners. Then they fastened my ankle cuffs together and let my knees fall to the floor, leaving me stretched and bent over the table with nothing to do but take whatever punishment they dished out. After that my shorts were pulled down to the floor, leaving me completely exposed. To add the finishing touches, a blindfold was put over my eyes and someone gave a quick slap to my ass and told me not to make a sound. I lay there for 10-15 minutes listening to them whisper and giggle as they discussed what they would do to me. Finally Jess came over and grabbed my now only semi-hard cock and balls and whispered in my ear, "I bet you never expected this when you made that bet, did you?" Then she gently squeezed, chuckled, and went back to the rest of the ladies. Another couple minutes passed before Laura stood next to me and informed me my punishment was about to begin. "You are going to receive 5 swats from each of us and you must not make a sound or there will be consequences. Do you understand?" "Yes," I stammered. "Good," she said. "Jess, have at it." Almost immediately I felt her hand smack my left ass cheek. Then without hesitation she smacked with greater force on the right and then back to the left and right again in rapid succession finally planting one last swat to my left cheek, causing them to sting just enough to make me hold my breath. "Now Amber," spoke Laura, obviously leading the assault. This time she started with the right cheek but it wasn't her hand I felt, but what seemed to be a wooden spoon or spatula. Her swats were not as quick as my wife's had been, but they were definitely more potent. It seemed as if she waited just long enough between each whack to allow me to really take in the pain. "You're next, Kate," I heard Laura say, right as the tenth swat made contact. Again without hesitation, I felt a hand on my left cheek and then my right. Either I was starting to really get sore or Kate had done this before because she knew right where to hit me to take me to the limit. I found myself biting my lip as she finished off my fifteenth swat and rubbed my now-crimson tush. "He's all yours, Laura," I heard her say. "I've been waiting for this," came her reply, as she smacked a leather belt across both cheeks. A yelp escaped my lips. "Amber, shut him up!" she commanded. In almost an instant I felt my mouth being stuffed with what I had to assume to be Amber's panties, already moistened with her juices. My mind was pulled away from the thought of Amber standing over me with no panties as another slap reached my ass. I bit down hard. It took everything I had in me to stay silent while I received the final of my twenty swats, as I am sure Laura was trying to get one more yelp out of me. Finally I took a deep breath and tried to block out the pain. That was when I realized that my once softening member was once again hard as a rock. They allowed me only a few moments to recover and catch my breath before they unhooked my cuffs, removed the panties from my mouth, and stood me up, leaving my boxers still draped around my ankles and my cock standing straight out. "It seems as though your punishment did nothing to hinder your excitement," smirked Laura. "I like that. Now it is time for us to go over the rules of the day, or should I say weekend. First off, you are here for our pleasure not the other way around. "Secondly you will do whatever we say, when we say it, without hesitation. Next, you may speak only when spoken to and may answer only with 'yes' or 'yes, mistress'. "Also you must keep your eyes down in submission unless told otherwise. Finally, we may add or change any rules as we see fit. Do you understand?" "Yes, mistress," came my reply. "Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention, Amber sells adult toys, and there are a few we've been dying to try, so you'll be happy to be our guinea pig won't you?" "Yes, mistress," I answered again. "Good! Now, like I said, you are here for our pleasure and, as I am sure you know, Amber is dripping with anticipation. So get over there and prove to us all that Mistress Jess was telling the truth when she said you were the best pussy eater she'd ever had. After that you can take of the rest of us. And pull your shorts up; you won't need that for a while," Laura concluded. I immediately pulled my boxers up over my bulge and headed towards the easy chair where Amber sat panty-less, as I had previously imagined. It was now obvious by her neatly-trimmed pussy that she was a natural red head. I couldn't wait to find out if she tasted as good as she looked. I was not disappointed. I began to run my tongue up and down her already-dampened lips. Then I pushed it deep inside her and began to hum deep in my throat as I explored her. This must have had quite the effect because she jutted her pelvis forward and grabbed my hair with both hands pulling my face in, practically suffocating me. Quickly I found her clit and began to slowly suck on it, driving her over the edge. "Oh...yes...that's it...yes....Yes....YES....YES...YES!" Amber screamed, soaking my face. Then she pushed me to the floor and started panting heavily. I laid there flat on my back for a moment, looking back at the place where I was just kneeling watching her small perfect tits rise and fall as she caught her breath. Suddenly I heard Kate say, "Don't move. I'm next, and I like you right where you are." I looked up to see her beautifully-shaped legs moving quickly towards me. As she stood over me she commanded me to remove her panties, which I did happily. Upon slipping the baby blue boy shorts over her stiletto heels she placed her wine glass on the coffee table where I had been bound earlier and pinned my arms down to the floor with her knees. I now had her completely shaven mound pressed against my chin. It was apparent that she kept it that way all the time because it was easily the smoothest, softest pussy I've ever had the pleasure of licking. "Let's see if the stories Jess tells are true. Get going!" she commanded. I knew she wasn't going to be nearly as sensitive as Amber and with my arms out of commission I was going to have to pace myself. Rather than diving right in I began by slowly, lightly kissing all around the areas I could reach, eventually picking up the pace and intensity with which each kiss was planted. "This IS going to be good," she moaned. Then I took my tongue and opened the folds of her waiting pussy in search of the "pot of gold" and the treasures it held. After that I licked my tongue flat across her clit and rocked it ever so lightly back and forth as she began to moan a little more. Now I began kissing and sucking her button softly humming as I positioned my lips over it. "Damn, this is Great!" she cried between moans, as she was now humping my face. I managed to work my arms free while she rocked back and forth so I took the opportunity to free her breasts from their restraints. As I continued working on her hot little button with my tongue and lips I began caressing her amazing tits and pinching her pert nipples. It did not take long for me to realize I had hit the jack pot. She was really humping my face and moaning now. In no time at all she began to tremble and cried out in satisfaction. As she climbed off my face she looked down at me with eyes glazed over, leaned down, put her mouth next to my ear and whispered, "She definitely wasn't lying," and then lightly bit my ear lobe before rising to go get more wine. At that moment Jess slithered up beside. "Are you having fun yet?" "Yes, mistress," I replied, once again trying to catch my breath. "Lucky for you I'm next...and you already know what I like." She smiled as she rolled over onto her back and spread her legs wide, inviting me in. I crawled over to where she lay, still panting. "Don't make me wait any longer or I may be forced to punish you," Jess smirked. Not being quite ready, but not wanting to push my limits I went to it. I wasted no time licking all over my young wife's neatly trimmed pussy. After I got her adequately warmed up I darted my expert tongue in and out of her love canal a dozen times. Apparently she was feeling a little more frisky than normal and decided to wrap her legs tightly around my head, a move she never does. I continued to probe her with my tongue until I knew she was ready to blast off. Then I went straight to her waiting clit and sucked slowly yet powerfully. That was all it took. Her legs squeezed even tighter around my head as she climaxed and raised her ass off the floor allowing me to push my tongue even deeper, accentuating her orgasm and causing her to growl a little. Then she released my head and collapsed. I kneeled between her legs trying to gather myself before starting the final round. Jess pressed her right heel against my chest and pushed me back, forcing me to catch my self. "Slave, you're not done yet. Now get over there," she directed. I looked up to see Laura sitting in the chair where Amber had been earlier. "Let's go, Slave," she said. "It isn't nice to make a diva wait." "Yes, Mistress," I replied, as I crawled over to where she sat, a mixture of saliva and juices dripping down my chin. As I approached her, I noticed she also had a neatly trimmed pussy, but different than the others. Hers was trimmed in the shape of what I thought to be a heart. When I got closer I realized it was in fact an arrow. She noticed my inquisitive look as I came closer and spoke: "That's right, it's an arrow. That's to remind you that it's all about my pleasure, not yours. Now let's see what you've got." Don't Bet on It! Angela was lying on the bed, her legs spread wide for the next man to enter her. Brad was watching from the chair. His hands were tied behind the chair with Angela's bra, her panties were stuffed in his mouth, and his pants and underwear were pulled down to his ankles. Two hours ago, they had received a knock on their door. Brad knew it would be the casino, wanting to know how he would pay his losses. He had no idea. He had won over $10,000 the night before and Angela and he celebrated big time! They felt sure that they could take the $10,000 and double or triple it. Earlier that day, they were doing well, up over $5,000. They felt so confident that they bet it all on a chance to double their winnings. They lost. Because they had done so well earlier, they were able to get house credit to add to the $3,500 they were able to advance from maxing out their credit cards. The afternoon went up and down, and they kept getting in deeper, just knowing they would be able to get 'just a little luck' and regain some of their losses. Then came the final hand and they lost all, all their winnings, all their credit, all their cash, to sum up, everything they could scrape together. The house terms were to pay up when they cashed in. Problem was, they had nothing to cash in. In fact, they owned the casino $27,569. They were packing to leave when the knock came. When Angela opened the door, four rather large men entered, followed by an older man in a suit. One of the men held a video camera and was filming. "We are here to collect your debt," he said calmly. "You must pay up now in cash, that's the deal you made." Brad was nervous and upset, he opened his wallet and took out all his cash. "Here, it's all I have!" Brad blurted out. It was less than $20. Brad realized that he didn't even have enough money to take a bus to the airport to go home. "That's funny, isn't it funny?" The man in the suit looked to the men. "You owe almost $30,000 and you give me pocket change!" Angela began to cry, "We're sorry. We'll pay somehow, we promise." Brad replied, "It's going to be alright, when we get home we'll send you the money." The man in the suit laughed again, "If we let you go home, you will never pay. You don't have enough to pay anything. We researched your credit application, it seems you lied about some things. You don't have $30,000 equity in a house, you rent a house. Your credit cards are all maxed, you have a less than $1,000 in your bank." "Do you have family who will wire the money tonight?" the man asked. Both Brad's and Angela's families were fairly poor. He knew that there was no way. "No," answered Brad. "But we will do what it takes to pay you back. We promise." "Oh, yes, you will," the man in the suit replied. "Sometimes, in special cases like this we can give you a job so can pay us back." "I can't take a job here," Brad responded. "But when I get home I will send you money from each paycheck." "You are not going anywhere until I get all that you owe me," the man in the suit firmly stated. The men moved in close to both Brad and Angela. Two of the men held Angela and two others held Brad's hands behind his back. "So you will work for me?" the man asked. "I guess I will if I have to," Brad replied. "And you little lady, you will work for me?" Angela looked down and shook her head 'yes'. "I didn't hear you, will you work for me?" "Yes," Angela replied, looking at the man. "Leave her out of it," Brad said loudly. "We must have you both," the man replied. "But what can she do?" Brad questioned. "You may be surprised, you may be surprised," the man replied. "Bring me the contracts," the man in the suit said. The largest black man took some papers out of his jacket and handed them to the man. He laid one of the contracts on the desk. He then called Brad over and told him to sign at all the highlighted "x"s. "What am I signing and what will I do?" Brad almost yelled. "You are signing a legitimate emmployment contract, and you will do whatever I tell you to do. The contract will end when you pay everything you owe. Do you understand?" the man in the suit looked angry and two large men stood by his side as Brad signed the contract. "And now you, little lady," the man in the suit said with a coy smile. Angela walked over to the desk, sat down, and signed the contract at all the highlighted "x"s. "Very good, and now you will get to work," the man in the suit said eagerly. Brad didn't like the way the men were looking at Angela. Angela didn't either. In fact, she felt something was wrong and she was fighting back tears. The man in the suit walked up to Angela. Angela was a pretty woman, 5'9" tall, blonde hair that flipped up at her shoulders, 36C breasts, he guessed, a good figure, curving down to her waist, and hips that were in perfect proportion to her breasts. She was wearing black slacks that she had just changed into for the airport, and a white stretch top that showed just the least bit of cleavage. Her black shoes had just the slightest heel to them. "Strip slowly," the man said to her as he stood so close his chest was almost touching her breasts. "What the hell!" Brad moved forward, but the two men grabbed him by his arms and shoved him into the chair. "Let's get a movie on," the man said. One of the men turned on the TV and found a pay per view porno. A blonde woman was lying on her back while a large black man was penetrating her pussy. Another man, this one white was making her suck his dick. Other men stood around the bed, slapping their dicks on her tits and slowly jacking waiting their turn. "I said strip. Do it slowly," the man repeated to the young wife. Angela shook her head as she looked down, "I can't, please don't....." It was all she could get out. The man took her by her chin and lifted her face. "You will do it and more. If you know what's good for you, don't make me mad. You don't want to make me mad." Brad was saying something, but Angela couldn't hear. She was standing between two large men who would enforce everything the man looking her in the face said. She reached down to the bottom of the white stretch top, crossing her arms, she took hold of the top and slowly began to raise it up. When it reached to the top of her bra, the man stopped her and had her hold the top there. He stared at her breasts, he fondled them, he pulled the top of the bra down and suckled her nipples, one by one. He would savor this newest conquest, this wife, this beautiful woman, this innocent, who he would turn into a whore, a slut, a working prostitute, and more. He thought to himself as he fondled her tits, groped her ass, pulled her cunt into his now hard cock, "I am going to enjoy this." "You may continue," he said to Angela. Angela slowly pulled her top over her head, held it in her hand and then dropped it to the floor. The man had her turn around slowly so all the men could see well. "Continue," was all he said. Angela's entire body shook as she fumbled with the zipper to her new slacks. The man was patient. He loved to see the inner turmoil. Angela managed to get the zipper down, and taking the waistband in her hands began to pull her slacks off. "Slowly," he said again. Angela stopped for a moment, then afraid she couldn't start again, with shaking hands she slowly pulled her slacks down over her ass, almost past her panties. "Stop," the man wanted to savor her panties and ass. Pink lace, I like it, he thought. Nice ass, as he fondled it, squeezed each globe, savored the moment. Firm, but still soft, he thought as he jiggled her ass cheeks in his hands. "Continue," Angela felt tears run down her face as she lowered her slacks below her panties. She expected it. "Stop," the man in the suit spoke. As she stood with her slacks just below her panties, the man rubbed his index finger along her slit, pushing into her pussy. He kept rubbing until he could feel wetness. He bent down and kissed her pussy through her panties, then began to lick as he pushed her panties with his tongue into her hole. He stayed there for a while licking her through her panties. The woman in the video was moaning and the sounds of sex seemed all around her as the man stood up and Angela stepped out of her shoes, slid her pants down to the floor and took them off. She had to hold the men's arms as she did. They enjoyed it, a very little precursor to what they would have. "Soon I will be fucking her. Soon she will be sucking my cock. Soon I will be taking her, shattering any innocence she has, and she still has plenty, more than she thinks. But I will take it all. She will be mine," the man in the suit thought to himself as he salivated. Brad was telling Angela not to do it, not to strip. But she couldn't hear. It was as if she were in a trance, a bad dream that would just go away. The moans, the men, the sex, the man, all she could hear was his voice as he commanded her. Maybe if she listened well it would all soon be over. "Continue," the man was eager for more. Angela slid her bra straps off her shoulders and reached behind her to unclasp the bra. As she did, she managed to hold the cups over her breasts. She shook her head 'no' and looked down. The man took her by the chin again and repeated, "continue." "Now!" he demanded. Angela held on to her bra. "It will be a $1,000 fine each time you tell me 'no'," the man continued, "How many men will she have to do for $1,000?" One of the men responded, "Gee, boss, I'm not sure." "Let's see," the man in suit was figuring. "After our cut, she will get $50. That will be 20 men." "How many men do you want to fuck? You have told me 'no' twice now, that's 40 more men and your debt is now $2,000 more!" the man in the suit laughed. "Tell me 'no' again and it will be worse. I'm being nice to you since it's your first day." Angela moved her hands and her bra dropped to the floor. The men gasped as they ogled her beautiful tits. "Pink lace panties, plain white bra," the boss thought as he said to Angela, "Continue." She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and looked the man in the eyes as she slowly started to lower her panties. When she felt them begin to slide over her ass, she began shaking again. "I can't," she was crying. "That's $1,000 more and that means 20 more fucks. You must want to fuck a lot, Mrs. Scott. And if you don't continue now, you will also fuck my dog! I mean it." The man in the suit looked Angela straight in the eye. He was serious. As Angela slowly slid her panties down, she began to cry. As she was led to the bed, she whimpered. She was silent as she undid the man's belt, zipper and helped him take his slacks off. As she pulled down his boxers and his hard cock sprang out, she tried to look away. The man grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face into his cock. "Look at it, get to know it well. You will pleasure it. You will service me. You will make love to it. Now, suck it!" Angela opened her lips slightly as the man pulled her into his hard cock. As his cock penetrated her lips, she opened her mouth to take him in. He held the back of her head and said, "get it wet, very wet, use your tongue and flick my cum hole as you suck me." Brad lunged forward, but the men pulled him back to the chair. "Tie his hands to the back of the chair with her bra and stick her panties down his throat," the boss directed. The men also tied his legs to the chair, using the legs of Angela's slacks. They ripped her top into strips and used them to tie around his mouth and hold the panties in. Angela continued sucking the man in the suit's cock. It had a large purple vein running down the left side, it had a helmet head, it was a little shorter than Brad's, but thicker. She licked it up and down as the man in the suit asked and even blew on and then sucked each of his balls. Angela managed to hold it all together through the cock sucking, even when the man said to Brad, "Your wife is a very good cocksucker. She must suck a lot of dick!" The man laughed as Brad struggled to get free. The two men just pushed him down, undid his pants and pushed them along with his boxers down to his ankles. The man pushed Angela away as he pulled his cock out of her mouth. She had already tasted his precum and hoped she could end it here. But when he pushed her down on the bed and the two large black men held her arms and moved her to the middle, she lost it. Angela began sobbing, please, I'm a new bride, another way.....She did her best not to say 'no'. The man moved between her legs as the men held her open. He licked her pussy, tongued her hole, chewed her hood, and flicked her clit with his tongue. He finally tasted her juices before placing the head of his cock to Angela's pussy lips. He liked the V trimmed blonde bush that ended just before her pussy began. He looked Angela in the eyes. Tonight would break her, he knew that. Then he would make her into his whore, his slut, she would do anything he asked of her and do it his way. He spoke up, "Now you will be mine," as he pushed his cock all the way in her pussy. He pulled it almost out again and then thrust it in as hard as he could. He knew the men would fuck her harder, but he would be the first and he would fuck her as hard as he could. Angela gasped as his cock plunged into her. "Like that whore? Take it all you fucking slut. You whore. I have taken your innocence, you slut, whore! I hope you like cum, you're going to get a lot of it!" The man raised up, grabbed her tits and held them tight as he pumped hard into her. "Fuck me, whore!" The man said as he pumped his cock into her married pussy and tightly squeezed her married tits. "You better fuck me well!" Afraid of what he might do, Angela raised into the man, meeting his thrusts. "Tell me you want me to fuck you! Say it! Say 'Fuck Me'! Say I'm your whore! Say it! Say I'm you slut! Say it all now you fucking slut whore wife!" The man spat on her face and then said, "say it you slut, say it all!" Angela quietly said, "fuck me". "Say it louder and keep repeating it!" The man slapped her face. "I want you to fuck me! Fuck me! I'm your slut, your whore! Fuck me!" Angela repeated. The man repeated it to her and she kept saying it, over and over. She soon felt his cock jerk inside her and his cum enter her pussy. His foul cum was now deep inside her pussy. She was committed to her husband. She had just been married. Another man had just shot his seed inside her. As the man in the suit's climax settled, he stayed inside Angela, now sucking her tits for all he was worth. "Tell me," he said to Angela. "You're married. Your husband has just seen his bride fucked by another man on their honeymoon and my cum is now inside you. How do you feel about all this Mrs. Scott?" Angela began to cry again, whimper, and then sob quietly, her body literally jerking with each sob. "I guess that says it all, doesn't it?" The man was enjoying this torture. "You know it all could have been prevented, don't you? It's your fault. How long have you wanted to be a prostitute? Are you just a natural slut?" He looked Angela straight in the eye, "You little whore, you liked this didn't you? And you are really looking forward to these other men fucking you in front of your husband, aren't you?" He leaned into her and whispered in her ear. "You better answer me the way I want you too!" "Are you a slut?" the man said to Angela. "Yes," she replied as she knew she should. "Are you a whore? Tell me the truth!" "Yes," the young wife answered. "Are you going to make your husband watch all these men fuck you?" "Yes," Angela looked down toward Brad. "Do you want all these men to fuck you, to cum all in you and on you, you little slut whore wife?" "Yes," Angela's lower lip was quivering. "One last question, do you really want to be a working prostitute?" "Yes," the newlywed bit her lips. "What are you?" the man in the suit asked. He whispered in her ear, 'a slut'. Angela responded, "A Slut!" "What else are you?" The man again whispered, 'a whore'. "A Whore!" Angela said. "Who are you?" The man whispered one more time, 'a prostitute'. Angela looked at the man. His eyes were menacing, "A Prostitute!" she replied. "Alright then," the man said as he began to pull his cock out of her, "if that's the way you want it." As he raised up off her, he looked at her right tit. A large red hickey marked it. His mark. He was proud of his accomplishments for the evening. "You should thank me for fucking you, you little slut. I am Mr. Palmer," the boss told her. He waited. "Thank you for fucking me, Mr. Palmer," Mrs. Angela Scott replied. "Boys," the boss said. "She's all yours." Brad watched as Angela was taken by the men. The large black man was the first to have Angela suck him. One of the men who had held Brad said to Angela, "Spread your legs, bitch." She did. Glad the boss wasn't an ass man, the man penetrated her pussy first and then, applying lube to his cock and her ass, took Angela'a ass cherry through her pain and tears. One by one the men used her body and continued to fuck her mind. "Do you want my cum? You a little cum slut aren't you whore?" "Fucking men right in front of your new husband. You are a born slut. Ain't never seen such a whore before. I'm surprised this cunt ain't already worn out." The large black man had a dick that looked to be 11" in length and big around as a beer can. Angela looked frightened to take it. "Don't worry whore, the way I figure it, you get $50 a fuck, course that don't count us, we're free," he laughed. "But, hell", he continued. "You owe almost $30,000. That's 50 into 30,000. That's...shit...that's a whole lot of fucks. You ain't never gonna be able to stop fuckin. I'll just stretch out that fine little white pussy for ya. You should thank me too." As he shot his cum deep inside Angela's stretched pussy, he told her, "I'll be the last one to fuck your ass. We planned it that way, smallest dick up to the biggest! Boss wants you to be able to work tomorrow."