4 comments/ 84876 views/ 8 favorites Mo Visits The Club By: mjar65 It was a club...a very special club. A place where city workers could obtain quick, anonymous daytime sex - get a quick fix and hopefully something more pleasurable than a self-administered climax. No guarantees though. And perhaps that helped to explain why the club had a larger male clientele - less demanding than women? Still, Mo had finally surrendered to the truth that a lunchtime fling was just what she needed. It had been months since her last prope fucking and lately her work productivity had suffered by the distraction caused by her lust...even on those days when she had hidden herself in the womens' restroom to do some work with her fingers. She'd heard one of her friends mention how a lunchtime fuck had been 'just the thing'...and so here she was, horny and nervous as all hell. Having signed in and paid the registration fee Mo had been shown to the lounge room and supplied with a small drink...something to help 'smooth things along' they had said. Mostly men waiting there...perhaps this was the place finally to try out her desire for another sexual experience with a woman. But for now it was cock she was after and there was no shortage on this lunchtime. Strange to be so pragmatic about it...or was it? Wasn't that some kind of old fashioned morality speaking to her? And besides, she had to admit both she and the 'talent' on display had come here for a straight out, uncomplicated screw. A couple of men stirred in their seats, as if they were about to stand and proposition her. Everyone was clothed which made it easier...though harder, too, since it wasn't easy to assess what was on offer under those work clothes and suits. She felt relieved (why?) when a slightly younger man stepped to her side and gave her a simple 'hello'. This was not too bad she decided instantly - nice smile, quietly spoken and obviously with an athletic build. No need for lengthy negotiation it seemed. Mo didn't pause to think about why this one was her choice...except the obvious attraction of his body. He'd seemed confident without being arrogant and it obviated the need for conversation with half the room. 'Shall we spend some time together'? he asked smoothly and it was all Mo could do to nod her agreement. Her knees felt terribly weak and her legs were shaking but he calmly took her hand and led her to one of the rooms that led off from the lounge area. They paused briefly inside the door for their first soft kiss. A quick fuck was one thing but it was nice to think he might supply a little foreplay first. Not that she needed help to get her juices flowing...it was more the principle of the thing. Easily now they both disrobed. Mo was rather self conscious about her body. Age and child bearing had left their traces as with any woman on the verge of 40. Still her new friend seemed rather appreciative as he nuzzled her neck and cupped her tits. His hands moved to her arse and cupped and squeezed the cheeks as their tongues wrestled. Mo could feel herself relaxing...feel her cunt getting more and more wet...the feeling of his rock hard cock poking up between their bellies was making sure of that. Her hands now took the opportunity of checking out his arse in return and she was pleased to find it round and pert. His strong arms pulled her close and she revelled in his scent and the quickened breathing of his aroused state. And then he murmured something and his hands were pressing gently on her shoulders. 'Typical' she thought as she moved to her knees, a meat and potatoes guy. It was her cunt that needed his hard tool...but it did seem like a very nice cock and she could be careful to ensure he had plenty left for the main agenda. She'd only just wrapped her fingers around the shaft and started to move her lips across his knob when there was a soft knock at the door. Mo started to move, not being in the habit of giving public blowjobs. But his hands stayed firmly on her shoulders as the door swung open and three men entered the room. It could have been a mistake...the wrong room maybe? Something was said between them. Mo couldn't hear but it was obvious enough - no mistake. It was as if it was all pre-arranged. And of course it had been. Shit! Now what? She wanted to move...something in her head was shouting at her to get out - now! But he was holding her down now...wasn't he? Flight or fight...were they her only options? This was a new place for her...she really had no idea of what the rules were or what went on. Was she expected to simply submit?...or did they want her to resist, to scream? Would that make it easier or harder? Too late now and all she knew for sure was that three extra men were walking towards her while they unzipped their pants and pulled their cocks out. What was it to be then...rape? Someone growled in her ear 'we'll have some fun now won't we'. She wanted to respond...tell him to go fuck himself. What the hell was going on and what did these four really want with her? It seemed obvious enough as hands now gently, firmly gripped her arms, pulling them back behind her. Three cocks now were presented to her and more hands took firm hold of her head, guiding her back and forth across these bobbing meat poles. Silently, fearful (of what exactly?) body trembling and heart pounding, she parted her lips and allowed the heads of these strange new cocks one after the other to invade her mouth. It seemd the choice had been made for her...not by her surely? But submission it was to be. That strange feeling in her guts...not quite despair, at least surrender. They tried to reward her with soft moans and tiny gasps. Men! - so easy. Mo allowed herself a secret thrill at being able to pleasure them, to meet their challenge. Their voices were not threatening...indeed they seemed almost too excited to be able to muster anything menacing at all. But their cocks were all stiffening and they began to urge her on...'come on sweetheart, take it in nice and deep'. There was a changing of positions now...she guessed the one behind her wanted his turn...and once more her mouth was guided to each prick in turn. Mo summoned up a wad of saliva into her mouth. The cocks were becoming more insistent now and with hands still firmly guiding her head up and down their lengths she'd need that lubricant to ensure the shafts continued to slide easily in and out of her mouth as she was face-fucked in turn by each member of this little group. There was a definite humiliation in this...the fact she was being used as...well, as if she were less than a whore. Generally she rather enjoyed sucking a cock...a single cock! Now these men simply lined up for a turn, exchanging and swapping her between them. No need for her to make any decisions - Mo was sure that wouldn't be allowed. These men clearly were set on taking her and using her as they pleased. And at that thought Mo cunt seemed wetter now. Or was it the brazen mauling they were giving her fulsome tits?...their hands alternately caressing and squeezing her tit flesh, pulling and stretching her teats. In time the grip on her arms relaxed and fell away. She felt hands begin to knead her arse cheeks. Only minutes before Mo had hoped her new lover wouldn't notice her arse. Now she was relieved and pleased that this one at least was admiring her rear - not least because now her hands were free to grasp each of the cocks and guard against their obvious enthusiasm. It wasn't as if they'd give her a choice but there was no need to allow any of these men to get the sudden idea of making her gag on their swollen cock. No question, though, that these cocks appreciated the extra attention she could give by softly stroking along the base of each shaft. She stroked firmly now, faster...if she could extract an orgasm from each perhaps they would then decide to leave her be to return to her office still in one piece. And then she jumped as fingers began to move along her arse crack. They passed over her anus and she sighed inwardly with relief before they found 'paydirt' (as the bastard described it) and began to fiddle with her cunt flaps. Fortunately the others remained content to thrust their dicks into her mouth while two rough fingers worked at her opening. Again and again the shafts were pushed between her lips and Mo already felt her mouth gently aching at being forced to accommodate their repeated assaults. Something more was said and the group now stood back. But she was not released. Instead they now lifted Mo to her feet and moved her to the bed. There was no request or suggestion or even a sense they were interested in what she might want. The boys clearly were getting warmed up by now and Mo was simply shifted across the room like a piece of furniture to allow its owner (owners?) more comfort. So oral wasn't to be enough for these boys...they'd want her cunt now of course. All she could hope for was that they wouldn't hurt her. But Mo already knew she had more than enough lube of her own to be able to cope with even these four rampant cocks. 'Just let us have some fun now' she was instructed as the men pushed her onto the bed on hands and knees. One slid in front of her and quickly a handful of hair was yanked so that there was no mistaking what was required of her. Mo bent to her task, easy enough as this one wasn't all that well endowed. She did her best to concentrate. There still was that little hope she could make him cum and thus have one less cock tearing at her cunt hole. The trouble was that her cunt was being filled over and again with rough, thrusting fingers. One man or three? They were excited...too quick. Maybe there were three fingers in her...she sure felt as if she was being stretched and her cunt juices now flowed freely and spread over her cunt lips and her pubic bush. 'Come and feel her cunt' said one in a rasping voice and a little dance ensued as the men changed positions. Mo would have appreciated a more comfortable position herself but there was no chance of that yet. 'She's a slut isn't she? She enjoys being a slut' and Mo D's face burned red - humiliation?...guilt? She wanted to answer back but already a new cock was poking up at her - better just to follow their plan. Hands reached under her to take her hanging tits. Cupping, squeezing hard...for whose pleasure?...well Mo knew the answer but took something from knowing these males could appreciate all her bodily assets. And again now they took their pleasure in fingering her sex and feeling their way inside her cunt. There were a few fairly pathetic attempts to strum her clit...which would not have been so bad but they still were so excited that they went at everything way too fast. But this obviously was their party and her needs and her speed were the furthest thing from their minds. A tongue briefly lapped at her arsehole now - not too bad...some more of that and maybe things could get interesting. And then without warning a finger was jammed into her bum. She protested the best she could...but somehow the cock in her mouth turned it into a moan. That simply caused the finger to press deeper. Mo knew she didn't want this new assault but it seemed best just to stay quiet lest they take further moans as a licence for still more liberties. This one, too, felt the need to use a fistful of hair to guide her mouth along his length and Mo figured the dull pain was enough for her to know he was getting what he wanted. 'Turn her over' came the command and Mo was sure now the men would pursue the simple goal of shooting their cum into her womb. She'd not spoken so much as a word since she'd entered this room. But these boys...couldn't even organise a gang fuck properly. Mo sighed with...despair? ...frustration?...and hoped their actual fucking technique would be an improvement. 'Like this?' she asked softly. 'No' came the answer and the four continued to pull and drag at her limbs...'over here...head back'. And now she saw - Mo was positioned across the bed, her head hung off one side causing her mouth to fall open and present a ready target for the next swollen cock. The youngest of them was already standing panting, waiting for her...she only just had time to adjust her neck when his balls were slapped against her mouth. 'Lick them' came the command, this one trying to sound as if he could be in charge. Hands now shoved her legs apart and she willingly obliged by spreading her thighs as wide as she could...after all, they'd no doubt get around to that soon enough. Again a finger was rammed into her sopping hole...and a companion teased at the entry to her butthole. But this time she hardly had need to complain for just as quickly a warm, soft mouth closed over her cunt lips and Mo felt a strong tongue begin to lap at her slit. Mo had a momentary vision of the sight she must have presented. Once more she felt the rising heat of...shame? At being forced into this situation? At allowing herself to look and act so wanton? The two mouths now simultaneously suckling on her nipples reinforced the point. There was no doubt the wet sounds of her sopping cunt were evidence enough that she was that same slut that bastard had been so happy about. Again and again the three below her changed positions...snacking on her cunt...ensuring she continued to gush forth her musky cunt juice. Someone squeezed and pulled firmly on her nipples - if it was meant as a challenge Mo was more than up to it. Fuck do it more, she thought...and then checked herself, aware of how completely at their mercy she was. And then the one with his balls in her mouth decided it was time for more...and promptly slid his cock into her throat. Mo almost panicked - she was about to be suffocated and this little shit wasn't going to even notice! With her head back like this he could casually enjoy a little deep throat action - no doubt a left over teenage fantasy she decided. And still the lapping and fingering of her cunt and her clit continued...and as the cock in her mouth slowed its assault the moment of terror passed slowly and Mo could again allow herself the illicit luxury of taking stock of all that she was feeling. A strange, juicy kind of pleasure it was. Scary - but clearly they'd been even sufficiently aroused by her efforts and by the pleasure they could take from her body. Though she was outnumbered and in a position of some potential danger Mo felt deep down the satisfaction that she had what it took to deal with these four...she was intimidated but not completely out of her depth. If only she could relax a little more...take some real pleasure for herself...perhaps this assault, this invasion wouldn't be so bad. 'I want to fuck this slut' one of them announced, having lifted his head from between her splayed legs. 'Condoms' said the one biting her left nipple, 'we don't want to be sharing slops'. Ouch, thought Mo. So typical of men to be timid about semen...but it almost made her feel...dirty?...low?...or just plain slutty? Well if that was how they saw her D Mo knew that was how she saw herself right at this moment as she readied herself to take two cocks at once into her body. Once more a new cock was presented to her lips...nice and thick and as hard as stone. There was some unseemly fiddling about down below her...someone struggling with a condom... And as she sucked the cock deep into her mouth powerful hands placed her tits in a vice-like grip, so that they would begin to swell oddly and discolour. Other hands pressed down on her ankles. Mo was being pinned to the bed - all thoughts of flight could be put well aside now...she was to be fucked and her choice or will would have nothing to do with it. Christ don't break me, was all Mo could think as her legs were forced even further apart. Mo chose to concentrate on pleasuring the man now pressing his length into her mouth. The next thing she sensed was the sheathed man meat parting her flaps and sliding easily into her hot, wet hole. 'Slut'...'hot'...'fuckhole' - crude and coarse words flowed easily now. It seemed her tormenters were reaching some kind of peak. Mo of course had heard and read about 'spit roasts' such as these - never imagining she'd be subjected to one...never thinking she could feel so slutty, so used as this. She felt herself flush red once more. To be simply used like this...spread and poked and penetrated...to be simple plaything, almost as if she had ceased to exist as a person. 'Slut' they callled her...and how could she argue now even if her mouth wasn't filled repeatedly with musky man meat? Soon a second cock took its place in her cunt. Mo wasn't even bothering to try to look now. This was the smaller of the men. She'd had lovers like this before and had always tried to compensate for their size by squeezing her thighs together. Not as if this one deserved that kind of consideration she told herself, but it wasn't going to happen the way they all continued to hold her legs wide. This one contented himself instead with doing his best to pound his stiff tool into her cunt hole. His hips over and over collided with her pelvis. Not too bad, she allowed herself to think. She knew worse was to come. There was pre-cum oozing into her mouth now. Oh please, Mo thought to herself, a cum feed is one thing but let's not have the taste of rubber mixed up with man juice. A third took his place now and this one, a longer and thicker version, simply skipped the niceties and proceeded to thump into her body as the others continued to force her down onto the bed, mauling her tits all the while. Long and strong came each stroke as the cock was buried right to the hilt. The grunts and moans this elicited were, Mo realised quickly, unexpected only in that they were issuing forth from her throat. The four took up some kind of rhythm...a system even. Mo had forgotten completely about whether or not to resist - besides, it was far too late for that. She had known that the menu was gang sex as soon as those other three had started to pull at their zips. The problem for Mo now was whether or not to allow herself to obtain any real pleasure from these four...and whether she ought to let them see the results their assault was having on her body and her mind. Her head still hung from the side of the bed...mouth empty now as if abandoned. Shame, she thought, since the taste and the smell and the sight of cock and balls had allowed her to escape from the reality of her cunt now being shared liberally by this little group, the reality of her body being repeatedly invaded, violated. And more a pity because with her mouth empty there no longer was anything to help stifle the sounds Mo was making, however unwillingly. The almost constant pounding and ramming of their weapons into her now flooding cunt was accompanied by a series of groans and grunts. The reality of the assault was burning into her brain now...the sounds being forced from her marked her...was it pain?...not pleasure surely?...but she was a slut, she knew she was a slut - these sounds were all the proof she could need. They seemed to revel in the sight of her tits shaking and bouncing under the now furious attack. Christ, she loved having her tits played with. Mo could feel the sheen of sweat building on her body and the tingle that surged through her as the abuse of her tits began to match the fury being visited on her fuck hole. There was even a fleeting admiration that these four had been able at least to co-ordinate that particular interaction. And then there was a soft cry and 'oh fuck' and the man currently taking his place in her cunt shoved forward in a way that told Mo he was shooting his cum into the condom covering his swollen, sweaty rod. Ordinarily Mo would have felt not relief at this moment but satisfaction, knowing she'd pleasured her lover. But how was this bastard a lover? Surely she'd done nothing to pleasure him, only make the mistake of not objecting when he'd entered the room. Mo Visits The Club Now the larger one returned. Mo realised she'd been mistaken earlier to guess she could withstand their brutal assault on her fuck hole. It seemed after only two long strokes this one began to swing his hips with even greater force. Within seconds she felt her tender flesh bruise and her ears were filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against hers...and the continual stream of grunts coming from deep within her. The entire experience now became so much more intense - it was all Mo could do now to try to lie back and endure the hammering of her body with its mixture of pain and thrill and the sensation of every fibre of her body singing out in...protest?...delight? In the midst of it all a finger reached for her clit...slower now...this one seemed to know what he was doing. Mo still didn't know whether she wanted to cum for them...though she told herself even a slut deserved something for having been abused and used in this fashion. Her attacker suddenly ceased his exertions. His place was taken anew by a fresh cock. Oh no, thought Mo. What was to happen now? She wanted to protest...please don't take that cock away. But already the new man was sliding back and forth. Again 'slut'...'whore'...were they congratulating her...or themselves? Someone climbed on top of her, astride her waist. It was him...Mr Big. Mo held her head up now, wanting to admire some more this wonderful tool with which he'd wreaked so much damage on her poor hole. But it was hard to see since, having removed the condom he already had his hand wrapped around the shaft and was beginning to wank himself forcefully. From between her thighs she heard the unmistakeable sound of a second explosion of man seed in her tunnel. Involuntarily Mo squeezed down with her cunt muscles, trying to milk the spasming cock. Things now got very much out of hand. The sight of the fat cock pointing towards her face, the sensation of the thrusting cock cumming inside her cunt, the careful but insistent rubbing on her clit...it all became too much to bear at last. Her body tensed and twisted and her hips lifted from the bed in spite of the pressure of hands. Her breathing became all the more ragged and her moans were replaced by the short, sharp sounds of climax. Mo could no longer resist her attackers or the power of her own lust so long pent up and she exploded with force and sounds to match. At this the cock above her erupted and long streams of semen flew over face, into her hair and fell down onto her heaving tits. Mo's climax was only prolonged by these new sensations, ably assisted by the cock continuing slowly to stroke the inside of her cunt. The men exchanged commentary now...perhaps they were wanting to congratulate Mo for her performance as well? Her faced burned anew with the humiliation she had brought on herself, for surely only a total slut could respond as she had done to a public rape by four men. Strangely, Mo no longer cared. She'd wanted cock, felt a need to be filled. Two men had shot their loads into her body, another had coated her skin with his seed. The heaving of her chest continued as that first orgasm subsided. She knew she would be sore tomorrow - hell, she was sore now and would hardly be able to walk out of the club. It was nearly over - what some might see as the worst experience of their life. But Mo now knew what she was and knew that she wanted more. For once she did not bother to try waving away the fingers from her clit. Mo did not even flinch when the last of the men declared 'I am going to plug the arsehole of this slut'. Anal sex was not easy for Mo. She'd learned how to approach it in order to get the most pleasure. But there would not be time for that now. They had smashed her cunt, now her attackers were going to tear into her bum as well. But it was cock and right now Mo was so overwhelmed by the experiences and sensations of this escapade gone wrong that all she could think of was being as good a slut as she could for these four...and perhaps the feeling of another massive orgasm welling up deep inside her. At last Mo was released and she was happy to assist the men in flipping her over onto all fours. She felt the unmistakeable sensation of male cum leaking from her hole - not surprising since it was so raw and stretched. But obviously someone had excused themselves from the 'slops' rule. As she took up her new position Mo took one last stocktake of her situation. The men were pleased at her display of submission...eagerness. More comments of 'slut', 'whore' and even 'fucktoy' were passed in tones of soft admiration. Mo had no choice but to agree...not least because of the drips of man cum falling from her face onto the bed and the thin stream of semen running down to the point of her left breast as it hung beneath her. Once again hands gripped and moved her limbs to ensure Mo assumed the desired position. As helpless as she may have been to this point it was only now - on all fours like a stud bitch - that Mo truly felt totally vulnerable and without any hope other than that these men might still release her soon. Her cunt was sore with heat and rawness, her mouth ached. Mo had almost felt she had seen off the gang rape...until this final act had been decided upon She tensed herself as he moveed behind her. Then she tried to force herself to relax. Once more a tongue softly lapped against her back hole and a finger found its way to her clit. Mo was exhausted and ruined...but she wanted this last cock now she wanted to end it And her final attacker might have sensed as much because he soon removed his tongue and in its place Mo felt the gentle pressure of a cock head against her small opening. As if to distract her a cock once more was presented to her. This time there was no force or pulling of her hair. Nor was there a need for Mo saw this was the bare cock which had last shot its load into her belly. The head and shaft glistened with the combination of male and female juices. There was a feeling of a swelling against the opening to her arse, of a dull pain of stretching beyond what she could accommodate...but all this was dulled as Mo moved her head forward and, she hoped for the last time, greedily swallowed the cock This was another small reward Mo could give to herself. She loved the taste of man seed and what better way was there to take it than fresh out of her steaming hot hole? Besides, by concentrating on this task she could avoid the thoughts of how much damage might be done to her bum. There was to be no stopping this final asault and Mo was keenly aware of the length of the shaft being driven slowly in to her tunnel. She was being reamed now, the cock gradually pressing ever deeper into that dark space. He was taking his time but there was a burning each time he withdrew and then relentlessly drove himself once more into her bowels. Mo could hardly care. In the midst of all her suffering, the aching of her mouth and the dull pain in her red raw cunt...shared with the sensation of being filled over and over by this insistent drilling in her arsehole...and the 'his and hers' taste of cum on the softening cock rolling over her tongue...all Mo wanted now was a final climax, some ultimate release of sexual energy and freedom from the demands of the rape gang. And finally the careful strumming on her clit did the trick! As the man behind her pumped himself ever harder into her arse the fingering of her clit pushed Mo over the edge. She now let the cock fall from her mouth and her head dropped. She tried to speak...to say what? All she could manage was more of the short sharp sounds which both signalled the height of her humiliation and rewarded these men with the notion that she had, after all, enjoyed their combined assault. The one in her arse made it perfectly clear how much he enjoyed it - 'oh you fucking fuck slut' he called out as he squeezed around her waist in order to pin her and allow him more easily to pump his cock and his cum deep into her bowels. The pain in her rear was duller now yet somehow stronger as he simply fucked her hole. But Mo felt the tremors of his pulsing cock and wondered if the sudden injection of his semen had eased the burning of her sphincters. All of which served only to drive Mo's climax to even greater heights. Her head was spinning and her cunt was spasming. She felt her body almost swell as the energy of her climax tried to escape. Her muscles seemed to lose all their power and she fell onto the bed in spite of the hands still holding her tightly. She needed air and her breathing laboured to overcome the state of her body - totally, completely fucked. It was another minute or two before her last attacker finally was sated and relented to withdraw his rod from her butt. Mo instantly felt that strange sensation of emptiness and yet she was grateful for the mercy shown to her abused little hole. Now two or more of the men moved her softly into a more prone position. Mo closed her eyes - a mixture of exhaustion, fear and shame. But her senses were completely alive now and she could hear clothes being put on and zippers pulled shut. They were leaving. Her role had simply been that of a play thing, a toy, their private slut and whore for this lunchtime party. Now the slut was no more use to them. Mo wondered if she could be angry about their casual departure. But she knew, for the evidence was on her and in her, whether there could be any other way. She was a slut...she had proven that. After a few moments only one remained...the man who'd first brought her into this room. The ringleader Slowly he helped her to get dressed, this one sparing her a few soft caresses and sounds. Even a small apology. Though that was both the least he could do and the last thing Mo wanted. Mo was sore and aching, she was covered with sweat and caked with man seed. But she had proven to herself the truth of her own suspicions about the slut hidden inside her. So for now she simply tried to aid him to pull her clothes back on before beginning the slow shuffle downstairs, trying to overcome the bruising of her tender flesh and the caked sweat and cum under her clothes. Her workmate would be waiting with the car, ready to return them both to work...and, having coached her own boyfriend in what was required for Mo's lunchtime fuck, her workmate would be desperate to hear as many details as possible on the drive back to the office.