1 comments/ 22397 views/ 2 favorites The Baurute Daily By: vierge Marcos wore his long black hair brushed to the side of his face. His jeans were always loose yet tight. He was very much into the music scene. I knew just be seeing him wear checkered Converses and vintage white belts. He wasn't exactly tall or muscular, but he had broad shoulders and defined biceps. I loved the tan of his skin, and his teeth were so white when he smiled, which was only on occasion. His style was divine, yet it wasn't really his look that was stunning. It was his brilliance and loud personality. I looked at him and thought the idea of 'us' was impossible. He was too powerful, and he could conquer any woman he chose. I was a beginner in the journalism game. Mass media communications wasn't exactly a dream of mine in the beginning. Marcos was so commanding however, so very much so, that no one questioned his authority. His fears were nonexistent in the way he stood in front of his audience, setting deadlines and pushing buttons. He didn't hold back when speaking to the writers or the staff below him. I didn't think he'd hold back in front of the executive chief editor either. He knew how to take charge. For that reason alone, Marcos was the editor of the school newspaper. I took the newspaper course for credit hours in college because I wanted to become a journalist. I didn't really know how much time it was going to zap from my life. All of my days were numbered inside of that newsroom. Weeks went by, and I didn't even know what day it was. I spent hours scouring over text in front of a computer, furiously writing up articles after hunting down stories on our campus. I was so very involved that I wouldn't even notice it was dark outside, until someone would call my cell phone and wonder where I was. On one of these long days, I had been working on layout of the newspaper, since the early hours of the morning. I hadn't slept too much, and I was immensely cranky. Marcos began to depend on me for stories, claiming I had more talent than many of the returning staff writers. It filled my heart with joy to know I was taking a course over the summer for the first time, and I became an important someone to The Baroute Daily organization. I felt his recognition and enjoyed the responsibility given to me, even though I had enough piled on my shoulders to never see the light of day. I was in charge of placing text pages, creating a calendar, and of course, editing a handful of stories from the many writers on staff. I was showing Marcos one of my pages right before I planned to leave for home. I longed for something to cure the aching in my empty belly. I worked hard that afternoon, but he kept reminding me the deadline was the following day. I needed to have everything done, although I thought he said he was going to give me more time. He leaned over to see what I was doing, but as he commented on the context of the right column, his hand slipped through the top of my shirt and cupped my right breast. He fingered it gently, rolling my hardened nipple in between his fingers. "I like what you did with the picture there. It's very hot," he said, tilting forward and kissing my ear. I felt his teeth graze my lobe. His whispers caused chills down my spine like these actions, when he spoke again. "You're such a good journalist, Laura, but can you be a good girl, too?" His fingers fell on to my shoulders. I was wearing an open neck tee, so his fingertips rubbed the bare skin of my collarbone and fueled the flame brewing in my nether regions. He placed his hands on either side of my neck and began to suck on the underside of my jaw. His right hand continued to knead and twist the milky mound of flesh beneath my clothes. "Mhm," I replied, almost losing my voice as he pinched the sensitive pink tit with his pointer finger and thumb. "Is that so? Does this good girl want to come into my office? I've got a big news story for her to read before publication. It needs a lot of editing," he hoarsely murmured in my ear. I couldn't believe what I was doing, following him into his office like I KNEW what I was doing. He closed the door behind me and then walked back, swatting my ass as he past by my side. He stood looking down at me, unbuckling his belt and pushing down his jeans. I never did know that he didn't wear underwear until I stared blankly at his rather large cock. I noticed he had a bulge, but it had never been like that in my mind. He sat back in the leather chair behind him and opened his legs apart. "Take off your shirt and pants, and get over here," demanded the young man, pointing in between his legs. "Now!" Kicking off my slip on flats, I quickly pulled my top over my head and tossed it aside. My ass rose and fell with the sway of my hips. He was looking over all the parts of my body. I pushed the waist of my pants down and shimmied out of their tight bonds. I was usually a confident woman in front of men, but in front of a man hidden in the dark light of the room, I was intimidated, wondering how I had gotten myself to this point. How could I be so willing to fuck my editor, when he asked? Was I easy for giving in without that much of a fight? I walked to him in my pink and white striped panties and matching strapless bra. He abruptly reached forward and grabbed me by my hips. Feeling over my ass, he grabbed the underside of both ass cheeks and yanked me down to him. I straddled him,my legs hanging on either side of the chair. I brought my lips to his, growing more comfortable with the situation. He had a wild tongue that swirled and massaged my own. I was inexperienced with him. I didn't know he had feelings for me, too. I wondered how he knew it was going to be okay to touch me like he had. What if he didn't? I was unsure of how I felt about it, but I had gotten what I wanted though. I wasn't going to complain. His hands squeezed every part of my body that they touched. He spanked my ass lightly with his hand as I sucked on his ear. He separated us for moment while he felt underneath my bra and grasped my tits, fondling them like unmade hamburger meat, molding them into the shape of his hand and rubbing on my areolas. My moans were soft and varied, wavering up and down. He smiled and chuckled at me, bringing his hand to rest on my panty-covered pussy. "You want me to finger fuck that pussy? You're so wet already," Marcos asked, taking my hair in his hands and pulling my head to the side. He stared down into my eyes. I felt like he was testing me, seeing how limber I was. I could obviously bend as he continued to pull my head back. He was waiting on my answer. "Yes, please, Marcos, finger me," I pleaded. I knew I didn't need to beg, but he wanted to hear it. I wasn't going to deny him of what he wanted. I didn't know that I could be so slutty. In my mind, only girls who were extremely desperate fucked their supervisors in their offices, hoping for a better grade. This didn't have anything to do with ulterior motives though. I had no intention of swindling my body for a better grade. My performance was above excellent, and I had been maintaining an A since I started. I made sure of that. If I didn't, I would lose my financial aid, since I was on probation from failing classes because of absences in the previous terms. Needless to say, but I will anyway, I wanted to get some from Marcos, not my editor. He thrust in two fingers, without testing to see how tight I was. I winced and spread my legs further raising up from his lap. He brought me back down and chuckled. "C'mon, fuck these fingers, slut. Get them all juicy, make me feel it," he said, smirking at me devilishly. He was so bad. I didn't know he liked it rough. In truth, neither did I, but I grinded my body down onto his upright pointer and middle digits, moaning as I felt him pump me. I gushed with cum. I couldn't hate myself back from riding his hand harder as he began milking my cunt more forcefully. His other hand came to my bra and ripped it off. I let out a cry, a bit agitated. That had been one of my favorite bras. I couldn't believe him again. "Hey, settle down," I requested breathlessly. My tits bounced in his voice as he spoke again, "What are these 36 c's? I bet I could titty fuck you." I watched him laugh, taking away his fingers from the glistening pussy. He pushed my shoulders, and I fell back on the carpet. A woosh of cold air went up between my legs. Marcos had held onto my panties and pulled them down when I landed on my back. I lay there shocked, staring up at him. "What are you doing?" I asked him, never before having experience this during sex. "That's not funny!" He continued to laugh, watching me as I pushed myself up to stand. He got up hurriedly and forced me to my knees. "Where are you going? I thought you wanted this?" he asked sternly, yet he seemed amused. "I don't want this. I don't know what you're doing, but it's not fun anymore," said the scared girl inside of me. I didn't want to give up my shot with him, but this was ridiculous. He was being too rough, even for me, and that was saying something. I expected us to make sweet love in the chair. In that dream, the worst thing that could happen is someone walking in on us, but now, I was afraid of something much more. "Don't run away now, Laura. The fun's just about to start," he said lowly, smiling down at me. Raising a brow, I looked at him oddly. I heard the sound of a door opening and turned around to see a string of male staff writers coming in. I screamed and reached for my clothes, grabbing at them quickly and holding them to my nude body. They were all so nonchalant, greeting Marcos as though he weren't half naked. I told myself to wake up as I pulled the top over my head. "Well, look at her go," Michael, a fellow columnist, said with a chuckle. I glanced up to see the boys resting their eyes on me. I hadn't gotten my pants on all the way. At that moment, I wished I hadn't used my last lie with the financial aid appeals office to win back my scholarship for this semester. Otherwise, I would have been able to drop this class and avoid this moment again, the moment when pairs of eyes were studying my nearly naked bottom half. I huffed and brushed the hair from my face, finally getting my pants all the way on. "You're a fuckin' asshole, Marcos!" I shouted shrilly. I picked up my shoes and headed for the door, hearing murmurs behind me. I knew what they were saying. It wasn't hard to hear, and a smart person understood the undertones. They were probably analyzing the roll of my hips and the build of my legs. I had never been so humuliated in my life. My heart felt like it was beating so hard I was about to drop dead. I couldn't believe what had happened. How could something I wanted so badly be turned into something of parody within a matter of seconds? "You're not going anywhere, slut," Marcos challenged. One of the younger-looking males stepped between the door and I, closing it sharply and peering at me with a taunting smirk. "Get out of my way," I said, and pushed past him. He grabbed my arm and threw me back. Stumbling, I looked at all of their leering faces, hanging my head as I gathered my thoughts. The situation was growing increasingly menacing. I didn't know what was going to happen to me, and I couldn't understand why these writers, people I thought were my friends, were doing this. When had I become so naive? I knew from the beginning that it wasn't okay. I couldn't speak. I began to breathe harder, my chest heaving. I felt like I might faint. I watched movies with scenes like this, and every outcome led me to believe the worst. Men who roped up a girl's tits and chained them down to the floor, laughing at the victim while the girl was ass raped. No one spoke a word, and I didn't move, afraid that if I did, they would see me and like predators, they would attack when the prey was weak. Marcos broke the silence of the standoff first. "Laura, I bet you're wondering what's going on, and I'm going to tell you. We've done this every single semester for a few years now. We pick out the hottest female writers, I seduce them–in this case, it was easier than all that, but usually, it takes a few weeks of gradual flirtation and hinting. I tell the boys when I plan on making my move, and then one day, I bring whoever the slut is into my office. We start making out. I get the girl naked, maybe take off some of my clothes, and about 10 minutes later, the boys come in to take notes and pictures. We're all current and former members of the Daily. Anyway, we found that we can make a lot of money, you know to buy cameras and produce color prints if we got a subsequent income–so that's when we started to get this idea. By posting our stories and pictures on the website, we get a lot of money to buy that fancy camera you almost dropped the other day." My eyes were about to pop out of my head. I knew he was telling the truth, but why didn't he think I would say something? After all, I was a reporter. "And if you tell the authorities, they'll shut down the paper, and if they shut down this paper, believe me–I'll send those pictures and notes to every porn site on the net," Marcos threatened, taking a step forward. His lips peeled back into a smile. "Not to mention, I have the final review of your status in the class. I can let the professor know just how well you did...or didn't do," he added slyly. He addressed everyone now. I looked at the boys to see them smiling and licking their lips. Their eyes were eager like the pens in their idle hands. I was at a loss for words. The significance of his threats weren't as harsh as they would be to me later. "Now, boys, we've done this for 9 semesters now, and I have to say, Laura is by far, the hottest. I mean, you really have to make sure to not the size of her breasts," he pointed out. Shaking his head, he turned abruptly and grabbed at the bottom edges of my shirt, struggling with my own hands and cries for him to stop as he pulled the top over my head. "STOP IT! No, leave me alone!" I shrieked in horror. I batted at his hands, but the fight was to no avail, the top flew over my head and dropped down to the ground. Blushing profusely, I shifted my hips and raised my hands to cover my tits, holding the round milky jugs to hide them from the myriad of laughing eyes. Marcos gruffly reached around and wrangled my arms down, pushing his knee in my back and pinning my torso to the ground. "I'm tellin' you, Laura. If you don't cooperate, then there is going to be a lot more trouble for you and you won't get your cut, which is almost half. We're not trying to scam you out of any of it, but we don't have to make you look good, y'know? We have the power to do whatever we want, just like you're going to do whatever we want–and whatever we post is our decision," Marcos continued to say. "Now turn around, face the wall and take off your jeans," he declared, letting go of me "Go on!" Chewing on my bottom lip, I scrambled to my feet and after staring at them, I turned around and unzipped my jeans. I started to wiggle out of them. My hips twitched back and forth until the tight waist slipped off my ass. I heard their cheers and whistles as I bared my ass to them, hands clapping as the denim flares fell to my ankles. "Bend over and pick them up," Marcos responded. I heard the mock tone in his voice as I leaned over, pushing my ass up in the wide open space above me. He spun me around by my shoulder, as he said, "Now, we're going to do an interview. Your name is Spanky Muffin." The boys laughed. I blushed tremendously. I could no longer hang my head as Marcos lifted my chin with his fingers. "Capture this moment, guys, see those tears, see the humuliation, see these ripe fuckin' titties!" He yelled with a laugh, slapping the side of my chest. They turned on the video camera and made me stand against the white wall as they conducted an interview. "How do you feel right now, Spanky?!" one of them shouted, laughter rising from the crowd. "Shutup, ask a real question, like what does it feel like to be naked in front of 10 horny school boys?" Marcos revised, getting a good reaction from his staff. I didn't know what they were asking. My thoughts were too loud, and I was startled when Marcos yelled violently at me to answer. "I don't know what I f-feel. I-I'm c-cold," I replied, trembling and stuttering. "Aw," Marcus responded simultaneously with the boys, a chorus of chuckles ensuing his mockery. "This is boring, let's do the interview differently. Someone toss me an item from the locked file cabinet over there," Marcos said, raising his brows. Ethan, a writer who had a pregnant wife, shocked me when he scurried to perform the task. He came back and presented a thick long dildo to Marcos. "Thanks, Ethan. I hope someone got the shock on her face at seeing the one male writer she trusted over everyone else at this event, ready to see her fucked raw like everyone else," Marcos said with a laugh, walking over to me. He had gotten on his jeans at one point and handed me the dildo, bringing a chair and pushing me down into it. My ass sunk into the leather. I protested and was smacked across the face. "There are 11 boys and only one of you. I'd shut up and do as I say, Spanky," he said, continuing on with his demands. "Okay, cunt, lean back and put feet up on the edge, spread 'em nice and wide," Marcos directed, pulling down the back of the chair which leaned accordingly. My face stung with a searing pain. I did what I was told. I wanted to get this over with. The day had already been long, but now, it was dragging me through hell. I situated myself into the chair, bending my legs at my knees and opening my thighs as far apart as I could. Pairs of eyes studied my pink gleaming flesh, the lips of my pussy spreading apart. My clit was swollen and pulsating. I steamed with embarrassment, heat flaring up in my cheeks and tits. "Now, you're going to answer questions as you fuck that juicy, wet, tight cunt of yours, got it? When I call out go, you'll go faster and deeper. If you don't, I'll let all of these guys fuck you at once, and don't skip any of the questions," said Marcos, stepping away and returning his gaze to the guys circling around. "Steve, I need you to take pictures, grab the 35 mm, the flash needs to be on since it's dark in here." The questions started when I pushed in the tip of the plastic cock past the barrier of my pussy lips. I grit my teeth and closed my eyes, unwilling to watch them watch me. "Laura, how does it feel to have a bunch of guys watching you fuck yourself?" a singular voice asked. "I hate it! I hate all of you!" I replied, pushing the dildo in a few more inches. It was very long. They laughed at my hostile confession. "Fine, slut, tell us how that cock feels in your cunt! You're fucking soaking wet!" someone yelled. Another round of jeering laughter rang out in the room. Suddenly, a flash blinded me, and the barrage of questioning began. "What would your mother think of you right now, bare assed in a chair and fucking yourself to guys who are practically strangers?" "Does it matter that we're strangers or are you slutty enough to fuck anyone?" "Did you think Marcos really liked you! He only wanted to see your tits. He's been saying it for weeks!" "When did you start developing such nice tits anyway?" "She's moaning, she likes it! Why don't you fuck that dildo faster, bitch!" "ANSWER THE QUESTIONS, WHORE!" Marcos commanded in a booming voice. My breath had become ragged after awhile, and I could barely see anything as light continued to flash all around me, taking pictures of my face when I cringed, capturing my breasts as they jiggled around from my bouncing body, and my spread eagle pussy, dripping with cum. It was like I was on a pedestal being some sort of artwork in a museum, and everyone was admiring me, but they weren't really. They were ruthlessly flinging questions at me, and I struggled to answer coherently while Marcos would shout 'Go!' making me plunge the dildo all the way in. The Baurute Daily I whimpered and groaned to the music of chatter in the background. It grew very quiet after awhile, and the camera stopped clicking away. I raised my head with the dildo buried in my cunt and found that they were all writing, talking about the size of my cunt, and the firmness of my ass. I withdrew the cock from my pussy, which was covered in thick streams of my cum. "Wonderful, the interview's over. Let's move on to cocksucking. Everyone drop your pants," Marcos turned the camera to face the guys, panning their various members as they were revealed. All of them were hard. Laura's eyes widened. She shook her head as Marcos came over and dragged her to the line-up by her hair. "Now, give each and every cock a blow job for about 1 minute. When you're all done, I'll give you a break," he told her, letting loose and walking back to the camera. The first one was Frank. He was a beer drinker, and his gut hung out over his hips. I grimaced and refused to look as my lips opened and the cock came into my mouth. I began to suck, feeling his hand roam around my head, pulling me closer and closer. He didn't ram my mouth, but he groaned as he thrust gently. "Oh she's a pretty good, much better than our last one, what was her name?" he said, raking his fingers through her hair as his minute dwindled down. "Cassie," someone answered. "Yea, Cassie, she was a bigger slut than this one!" he said with a chuckle. Time was called, and I shuffled over to the next one quickly, as Marcos snapped his fingers. Lucas was the next cock to lunge into my mouth. He was worse than Frank, with an even bigger beer belly and a rather thick cock. Unlike Frank, he started to pre-cum as I suckled on his tip, which was what he requested. "Oh, that's real nice, she's a fucking ace," Lucas shouted triumphantly, pulling back and smacking at my face with his cock. "Enough of that, Lucas. She's not your personal whore. Time's up," Marcos said, even when Lucas rubbed his cock on my cheek for the final time. I moved down the line slowly, each one of them different from the next. I almost choked on the last one, who tilted my head back and deep throated me. I know Marcos let him go on for a few extra minutes. "She's okay at deep throating. She'll be all right during the threesomes," Manny advised. They went out of the room for awhile, taking my clothes with them. I went to the corner and sat down, thinking of what to do. I was actually very deprived of sex it seemed, since my pussy throbbed from being so sexually stimulated. I was actually pondering what would happen if I didn't try to leave, if I just started to enjoy this. Besides, I was going to get money for it. All of my debt would be washed away. I didn't know that I could hear myself say such things. They came back in awhile later. Marcos pulled me to my feet and steered me back to the wall. Jeremy, Rich, and Nate walked up and circled around me. They teased my tits with their fingers and took turns kissing my lips. I gave in to them, mingling my tongue with their own. They weren't as forceful as I thought they would be. They touched all of my private parts, but they didn't grab or pinch, but they caressed and stroked. I spread my legs apart and stood, feeling their fingers run over my flesh. "What did I say, Marcos? Any girl can be made into a slut, you just have to start the chain reaction," a voice spoke. I opened my eyes and saw that they were all jerking off, two cameras video taping the display of the foursome and their circle jerking. I was growing dizzy, filled with cock and brimming with cum. A finger slipped into my pussy, and I moaned, leaning into Jeremy for support as the hand milked my swollen pussy. His hands raised to grope my tits, as either Rich or Nate came behind me. I shuddered and shook as an orgasm took over me, my whimpers and cries growing more persistent and needy. I shivered and convulsed, my hormones undulating throughout my naked body. Jeremy stepped back and hands grabbed me by the thighs, lifting me up. My head cocked forwards, so Jeremy's cock pushed into my mouth. I opened and began slurping on his engorged member. I was brought down on a thick cock, my legs, their muscles flexing, opening wide over the guy, as it dove into my pussy. I lurched forward and stopped suckling for a moment, moaning. Jeremy grabbed a bunch of my hair and made me start bobbing again. They worked together to steady the tempo, which was difficult with a guy on the bottom and one in front. They rocked me back and forth between them, stretching my pussy and my mouth. My tongue vibrated on Jeremy's cock when I made any sounds emitted out of pleasure. They stuffed my holes for many minutes, and they began to pound me faster. The guys in the background cheered them on. "C'mon, Laur, fuck that cock and suck this dick!" they ordered. I heard hisses grunts from all around. I could hear them spanking their cocks. The flash of the camera began again, just as I felt two hands separating my ass cheeks. The hand smeared a wet liquid all over my bottom and over my tightly puckered hole. The of a cock ran down my crack and prodded my asshole. I widened my eyes and flung my head back, screaming for him to stop. He began pushing in, against what I yelled at him to do. The grunts grew to shouts, and I could barely hear myself over the smacking of my body between the three cocks and my own screams from pleasure and pain. Inspired by them, something in me bubbled up to cry louder. I was slammed, pushed forward to bend and struggle to regain control of the cock in my mout. My hands grew weak, and I faltered, slipping off of the cock at my front. Jeremy grabbed my arms and held me steady. I graciously swallowed his cock. My mouth hung open as another orgasm swarmed my pussy. I could feel both of the cocks hammering into my holes at once. They must have been incredibly experienced to fuck me at the same momentum and pace, pushing me forward, and every time they did, Jeremy's cock lunged into my throat. Sweat ran down my face. I could feel myself perspiring all over, my skin hot and slippery. The sounds of the audience grew closer and closer. Jeremy took his cok out of me. I would have fallen forward but whoever was behind me grabbing my hips. I hung there as my body was used for the remaining cocks. Suddenly, I felt droplets of what could have been rain washing over me. Looking up, I saw streams of white cum shooting all over my body. A load of cum sprung into my ass, as it was spanked over and over. Another seed filled my pussy. They pulled away, and my body dropped lifelessly to the ground. I dripped with cum. I licked the strands surrounding my mouth. Rolling onto my back, I lay there with my eyes closed, trying to catch my breath. "Smear the cum over your titties. We want to take one more set of pictures for a private stash of mine," Marcos told her, leaning over her with the camera. He snapped the pictures as I looked up into his eyes, pushing the cum over my perky wet nipples, ,massaging it in like a lotion. He kept taking pictures, but every time he lifted his head, he locked his gaze with mine. I played with cum covered tits for him, fondling them, and placing a hand between my legs at the same time. I began to play with my pussy. My hands slid around in the rivers of bodily liquids, feeling like I had just gone swimming in a pool of semen. "Good girl," Marcos said softly, hoisting her up. I looked around to see that everyone had filed out of the room. I swaggered forward and into his arms. He held me and pulled my hair back, handing me his shirt. I hadn't realized he had gotten completely naked. "Did you enjoy that?" he asked lightly, kissing her lips and running his fingers through her hair. "Yea," I replied quietly, really believing that I had. I couldn't describe why, I couldn't understand why, but it was a fantasy that I had never realized. I really loved being treated like a slut. Marcos smiled and sat down on his chair, pulling me on top of him. "You ready to ride again?" I flicked my tongue over his lips and hovered over his cock. I slowly brought it down, my pussy a bit swollen, but I continued to lower myself. His cock disappeared all the way inside of me and I released a moan, beginning to clench and gyrate. Our bodies were so close to one another. I was such a freak, and I never knew it. This experience awakened all of the suppressed energy inside of me, as though a dam of sexual tension had been breached. I began to whimper, placing my head against his neck and kissing softly. He thrusted up and down, bumping my ass against his thighs. "C'mon, baby, c'mon, fuck it, c'mon," Marcos said hotly, running his hands over his thighs and up to her hips, where he latched on. She had been growing weak, but his grip jerked her up and down to aid her. Her ass clenched and the mucles of her pussy tightened, squeezing his cock as she moaned his name and scratched the back of his shoulders with her nails. She was going to cum again. This night was full of "I never" it seemed. "That's it, baby, you fuck that cock, yea. Mm, mm," he growled and tilted his head back. I came forward and pressed my lips to his sweaty face, our hair stuck to the sides of each other's heads as our bodies rubbed fervently. I feverishly moaned and wrapped my arm around his neck, holding on tightly while rolling my hips around and around. I wanted his cock so deep inside of my pussy that I could feel the tip at the base of my cervix. Marcos wanted it harder and deeper. He pushed himself all the way in, and I accomodated, loosening and then squeezing, my juices creating a slippery entrance for him to beat into. All of my body jiggled, especially my ass and my tits, the meat of my thighs tightening as I stretched back, letting him pound me deeper and faster. His orgasm was twice as powerful as my own, and just before he came, Marcos slowed and knocked his dick inside the walls of her canal. Every inch throbbed like the pulse of her pussy. I called out his name and lifted up, my breasts pushing into his face. He raised and groaned loudly. I saw his face soften, and his lips quaked, all of his features stiffening as the warm juices shot up in my pussy. "Good boy," I whispered into his ear and smiled.