0 comments/ 48120 views/ 4 favorites Jennifer's Story Ch. 02 By: ladyellen The two men who arrived were both in their mid to late fifties. They shook Maxwell's hand and looked approvingly at Jenny in her quite revealing outfit. Maxwell offered them a drink, and while Jenny served them, they sat and chatted with Maxwell. The meal was prepared in the suite's small kitchen and served in the room by two attentive waiters, one of them a tall, good looking, well built black guy. He could not keep his eyes off Jenny, something that did not go unnoticed by Maxwell or his clients. The meal was very good, and the clients seemed well pleased, although Jennifer felt more than a little uncomfortable about the way they both kept looking at her all through the meal. During the meal, Maxwell had made sure that both his clients and Jenny were given plenty to drink. He needed them all in a compliant mood, especially Jenny, but then again, he realised she did not have that much of an option. With the meal over and the table cleared, Maxwell instructed Jennifer to hand out cigars and provide the guests with large brandies. As Jennifer followed his instructions, the guests now with their jackets removed made themselves comfortable on the two large sofas. Maxwell switched on a music centre with a remote control, and low music flooded the room. On hearing the music, Jennifer feared that her part in the proceedings was drawing near. Jenny had perched herself on the arm of the sofa that Maxwell was sitting on. She noticed that George, the elder of the two clients, was taking more than a casual interest in the amount of leg she was displaying in her short dress, but she knew better than to try and pull it any lower. It was George who also made the suggestion that it would be nice if she were to dance for them. Jennifer did not mind this as she had always loved to dance. She was a trained classical dancer, having been for several years, and well into her late teens, attending both Ballet and movement classes. She quickly got into the mood of the music. With the help of all the wine she had already consumed, she was feeling quite relaxed. She had danced for several minutes when she saw Alan, the younger client, lean over and say something to Maxwell, who smiled and nodded. She did not have to wait long to find out what had been said. When Maxwell called her over, she leaned towards him. He whispered in her ear that she should lose her dress. Jennifer had expected all along that it would come to this. Again, she knew she was in Maxwell's power, and he now wanted her stripped naked for his client's pleasure. The request to strip did not completely dampen her relaxed mood. She knew she was going to have to make the best of it. Obviously, she realised that Maxwell would be quite willing to grant any of his two client's requests, and she wondered just how far she would have to go to satisfy them and their warped desires. The dress was no problem to remove. It was only held on by two small buttons, one on the strap around her neck, and another on the waistband. She undid the skirt button first, then the one on the strap around her neck. Instantly the dress slipped from her body and fluttered down around her feet. She daintily stepped out of it and displayed her all but naked body to the avid and lustful stares of the two men. She did not know if it were the drink she had consumed, or whether she was getting used to being naked in the presence of strangers, but she still felt surprisingly at ease as she continued to dance for them now wearing only the brief red thong that she knew enhanced her pussy rather than obscured it, and the stockings. For the next hour, everyone seemed to be happy to be served and entertained by the all but naked beauty. Then the two men had decided that they would like to dance with her, and she had to endure them caressing her body as she was held tightly in their arms. She knew this probably was only the start and more would be expected of her before this evening was over. During a slight lull in the proceedings while the guests had left the room to relieve themselves, Maxwell suggested that she change into her other outfit. As she was about to leave to comply with his request, he mentioned with a grin that this time she might as well remove the thong. She went through into the bedroom where Anton had left the brief teddy for her. With mounting trepidation, she slipped the brief thong down her legs; she was a little surprised to feel how damp it felt. She was a little concerned that she was reacting in this way to her situation. She slipped the teddy around her and fastened it up, attaching the trailing suspenders to her long dark stockings. She glanced in the mirror and was a little shocked to see how sluttish she now looked. The teddy was only just long enough to cover the top half of her flat tummy. It left her clean-shaven and pouting pussy brazenly exposed. The half cups of the bra only cradled her firm breasts leaving her prominent nipples exposed to view. When she apprehensively made her entry, she could see that they liked the look of her new outfit. Maxwell, who was on the phone, nodded his approval. She slowly made her way across to the bar knowing that both men were watching her and enjoying the delights of her body that were now being openly displayed to them. There seemed to be a shortage of drink, but Maxwell said that he had just ordered replacements. She noticed a slight smile on his face and wondered just what he was planning. She did not have long to wait as there was a knock on the door, and the door was opened to show the attractive colored waiter who had served them the meal earlier. He was carrying a tray of bottles. He, of course, at once noticed Jennifer, dressed as she was in her most revealing outfit. His eyes seemed to light up. Jennifer herself felt a little worried that Maxwell had allowed him to come into the room without seemingly being concerned about her revealing state of dress. As the waiter restocked the bar, she noticed how he could not resist looking in her direction at every opportunity. She saw Maxwell speak to George, and he smiled and nodded and spoke to his partner who grinned. Maxwell turned and called for the waiter to come over to where he was seated. He spoke to him, and she saw the waiter look in her direction and smile. Then he nodded. Maxwell turned to his guests. "Gentlemen," he said, "I have a special treat for you. As you will have noticed, Jerome here," he indicated the waiter standing beside him smiling, "has been fascinated all evening by our attractive young companion, Jennifer." He smiled across at Jennifer who was standing looking at him wondering just what he was up to. "I have just offered him the chance to put on a little show for us." George and Alan looked up at him expectantly. He went on. "I have asked Jerome if he would like to make love to Jenny. He instantly agreed, so if you would like to make yourselves comfortable, we will get started." The two men looked at each other, smiled, and settled back into their seats. This was going to make a really interesting evening. Meanwhile, Jennifer was standing there stunned and shocked. She couldn't believe that Maxwell was going to allow the colored waiter to have sex with her while the rest of them watched. He just couldn't do it to her, but in reality, deep down, she knew that he could. He could do anything with her he wanted to, however warped or depraved, and she had no choice. She watched still stunned and confused as Jerome quickly slipped out of his clothes. He had a firm muscular body, but what caught her eye was the already semi hard cock that seemed to rise from its nest of black crinkled hair. It was already a good eight inches in length and growing before her eyes. He walked towards her, his huge cock bobbing as he walked. He took her hand and drew the still dazed girl into the centre of the group. He pulled down the cups of her teddy and began to caress her breasts, flicking his thumb across her already hard nipples. He was now standing so close to her that she could feel his now hard cock nudging against her pussy lips. Jennifer was in a state of panic. She was feeling so aroused to feel him touching her that she wanted him, but the prudish side of her was rebelling; she had never before had sex with people watching her. What she now realised was that not only was she going to be forced to have sex in front of Maxwell and his clients, but she was also going to be forced to have sex with a black man, and a black man with a cock bigger than she had ever seen before. She could not help expressing a groan as she felt his hand on her pussy, parting her shaved lips, and the feeling of a long finger sliding into her now already extremely wet hole. She tried unsuccessfully to resist him as he eased her down onto the carpeted floor. She looked up at him and saw him flash his white teeth in a smile as he lowered himself between her open legs. He rubbed the head of his cock against her wet pussy lips. Jennifer groaned loudly, and her fingers gripped the carpet as she felt him slide into her body, invading her love passage with his ten inches of rock hard black cock. Then she was rocked back and forward on the floor as he thrust into her body. Around her the three men leaned forward in their seats to get a better look. She tried hard to hold back; she did not want him to know how much she now wanted him. Neither did she want Maxwell and the others to know that she was now beginning to enjoy the sensation of being ravaged so wonderfully by the handsome black waiter. But her body overrode her qualms. Soon she was meeting him thrust for thrust, urging him on. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him into her ever deeper, wanting to feel him go even further into her body. He was good at his job. He brought her to the brink several times. She now begged him for release, but he refused to give in, and kept up his steady rhythm. She pleaded with him for release, and then with one mighty last effort, he thrust hard into her. She screamed out as he lay prone and rigid across her body. Jennifer gasped for air, her fingers now clawing across his sweating back. At last their lust subsided, and he withdrew from her. Jennifer just lay there; she had never before in her life felt so sexually satisfied, never before having orgasamed so many times, never before so thoroughly fucked. Now she did not care who was looking at her. It no longer bothered her that she was lying there naked with her legs wide open, and that her pussy was on view, their combined juices running from her abused pussy and soaking into the expensive carpet. She eased herself up into a sitting position as George reached over and handed her a large glass of wine. She took it from him gratefully and drank it down thirstily, the cold liquid running down her chin and onto her breasts. She looked down at the mess between her legs. She again felt a little embarrassed. Maxwell smiled and told her not to worry. "I think you have done a very good job tonight, Jennifer, and I'm sure my two friends have enjoyed their evening with us." She looked up at the two men and they nodded in unison. She turned to Jerome who was by now getting back into his clothes. He smiled at her. "You were really a good fuck for a white girl," he said with a wide grin. Everyone laughed. She managed to get to her feet. Her legs were still a little shaky as she made her way unsteadily to the bathroom. She quickly stripped off the few items of clothing she was wearing and stepped into the shower. As the hot water washed away the signs of their lovemaking, Jennifer again thought about what she had just done. She still couldn't believe what she had been made to do by that pervert Maxwell over the last few hours. This morning she was a girl who had never had sex for the last few years with anyone but her husband, had never been seen naked by anyone apart from him (and a couple of lovers early in life), and her doctor, and now look where she was. Here she was showering after having been publicly shagged by a black man, and been asked to strip naked before strangers more times in one day than she wished to think about. She wondered just how long she would have to go on doing this. Just how long was it going to take her to pay off her debt to Maxwell, and what other depraved and degrading things would she be expected to do before he was through with her? But then she smiled to herself. At least Jerome had given her the best fuck she had ever had in her life, so maybe things weren't that bad after all. Jennifer returned from the bathroom with a large towel wrapped around her. She did not know what to expect, and she was surprised to find that both the clients and Jerome had left. Maxwell was sitting back in an armchair with a large glass of amber liquid in his hand; he smiled at her as she came in. "Well," he said, "how do you feel now?" Jennifer shrugged. She actually still felt a little dirty after doing what she had done with Jerome, allowing him to have sex with her on the floor in front of Maxwell and his clients. But secretly, although she did not want to admit it even to herself, she had gotten a lot of enjoyment from the experience. She, of course, had had sex before, but even with Conrad, it had never been a totally satisfying experience. What she had experienced with Jerome had been in a different class. Whether it had been the fact that she was being watched, or her embarrassment, or a combination of everything, whatever it was she had had a series of the most satisfying orgasms she had ever experienced. "Fix yourself a drink and come and sit down, and get rid of that towel. I want to be always able to see your body." With a slight reluctance she slipped the towel off and dropped it on the sofa. He watched her as she walked across the room naked to the small bar and got herself a drink. He knew that being naked in his presence still concerned her, but he wanted her to remain that way. The idea of her being somewhat reluctant to do the things he required of her excited him; this was what it was all about. Up to now, he himself had asked nothing from her apart that she obey his every wish. Now it was time for him to try her out for himself instead of watching while others experienced the pleasures of her body. He especially wanted her delightful, even if slightly inexperienced, mouth, something he decided to take advantage of right away. As Jennifer sat sipping on her drink, she was a little worried and concerned to see him undo his trousers, and after reaching inside, draw out a large semi erect cock which he began to rub until it was totally erect. It now protruded a good eight inches and looked to Jennifer almost too big to even get his hand around it completely. She was dreading what was in store for her. "Right, little darling," he suddenly said. "It's about ready for you to get your sweet lips around." She looked at it standing there; the large head looking red and angry, and knew she was going to have to take him into her mouth. She reluctantly got up from the sofa and slowly walked over to where he was seated. He parted his legs to give her room as she knelt down in front of him. He reached out and caressed her breasts, pulling on her protruding nipples, as she looked at the monster only inches away from her face. "Okay," he said sharply, "don't just sit there looking at it; get those pretty lips around it." He pulled her by the nipples, and its hardness now rubbed up against her face. She knew what she had to do. Disgusted with herself, she licked tentatively at the head; it tasted a little salty. He pushed himself forward, and she could do nothing but accept him into her warm wet mouth. She had never before experienced anything this large into her mouth, and at first, she gagged, but as she became more used to it, she began to suck and allow him to slowly work in and out of her warm wet mouth. With one hand still caressing her breast, the other gripped onto her hair allowing him to force himself deeper into her throat. At one point, she thought she was choking, and almost cried out, but she did not want to give him the satisfaction. She managed to take all he had to offer, and when at last she felt his body stiffen, he erupted in her mouth before withdrawing. Although she managed to get rid of some of it, she could do nothing to stop herself from swallowing a large amount of his thick, creamy cum. He now lay back in the chair with a satisfied smile on his face, his now limp cock still exposed. Yes, he thought to himself, you have done well for yourself, Maxwell, old boy. Jennifer was certainly going to be a very useful plaything to have in his power for his own and other people's entertainment. In the meantime, Jennifer had wiped herself clean on a napkin that had been missed when the waiters had cleaned up after their meal, and she tried to wash the distasteful taste from her mouth with another large glass of wine. Suddenly he sat up and looked at his watch. He stood up and adjusted his clothes. "I have to admit that you are a woman with wonderful assets," he said, looking down at her naked body. "I am sure that although you are a little inexperienced at the moment, we shall soon have you well trained with the skills necessary to be able to satisfy the needs of the most discerning of men." He smiled to himself when he heard a light tap on the door. He turned to Jennifer who was now looking a little startled by the knock, considering her lack of clothing. "There is nothing like a little practice to give you experience." He walked across to the door and opened it, and then he stood back, and to Jennifer's dismay and obvious discomfort, he welcomed three young men and a smiling Jerome into the room. The three young men immediately noticed the attractive naked girl on the sofa and literally began licking their lips with anticipation. What Jennifer did not know was that although Jerome had been adequately paid for his services earlier, Maxwell had also offered him the services of her body for his friends who had helped with the meal and service earlier in the evening. Jennifer knew that there was no point in trying to hide her body from the three guys. She knew that if she did, it would only make her feel worse when Maxwell made her show herself to them. "I have invited these young men along to thank them for their services. I am sure you will find them all very experienced if Jerome's performance earlier was anything to go by, and as I said to you earlier, you do need the experience and training." Jennifer could not believe what she was hearing. Maxwell had invited the young men along to use her. She was to be their plaything to use as they wished, while Maxwell would be sure to be close by watching the show. Jerome came over and sat beside her while the other three looked on. Maxwell handed out drinks and told them to make themselves comfortable. Jerome introduced his friends to her. There was Kurt, a tall blond German guy who worked in the kitchen, and Chris and Harry who worked with him as waiters. Jerome slid his arm around Jennifer's bare shoulders. She flinched slightly at the feel of his touch on her naked skin. "You don't have to worry," he said. "I have spoken to them before we came up. We are not here to harm you in any way. I enjoyed very much what we did earlier, and I think by your reactions that you, too, enjoyed it more than you are willing to admit." He stopped and smiled at her, and she felt herself blushing slightly as she realised what he said was the truth. "I wanted to see you again, and if possible, have the opportunity of making love to you again. So that is why I took up your friend's offer of coming up here after we finished work. I was a little concerned about having to bring my friends along as well, but that was the arrangement." Jennifer's Story Ch. 02 Jennifer was slightly comforted by what Jerome had said, but she was still more than a little concerned by the thought of having sex with all four of the guys, three of whom who were now looking at her totally exposed charms with lust in their eyes. Jerome then gently pulled Jennifer towards him. He kissed her on the lips. At first he felt her tense her body, but as he kissed her again, pressing his tongue between her lips, he was pleased to feel her slowly relax and begin to return his kisses. His free hand moved up and he cupped her breast. Again, he felt her body tense, but as he caressed the firm mound and gently rubbed a finger across her erect nipple, she moaned slightly and pushed herself towards him. Jennifer had decided there was no point in fighting it. She knew she would have to go through with whatever Maxwell wanted from her. She was still concerned about having to take on Jerome's three friends, but she remembered that having sex with Jerome last time had been a rather pleasurable experience. She was responding to his advances when she suddenly felt someone else sitting down beside her. She turned to see Kurt, the tall blond German guy from the kitchen, smiling at her. Jerome pulled her face back to his and continued to kiss her. She suddenly felt a hand on her leg, and knew it couldn't be Jerome's as his were now fully occupied caressing her breasts. The hand slowly eased her thighs apart and slid between them. She felt fingers rubbing over her pussy lips, opening them up to allow one finger to slowly slide inside. He dipped into the wetness and rubbed his finger across the hard bud of her clit. Jennifer could not stop herself, letting out a moan at this intrusion into her most intimate region. Jerome eased her down onto her back. He grinned at Kurt who was still engaged in exploring her pussy with his fingers. Kurt looked down at the attractive naked young woman lying there before him. With his free hand he began to unbuckle his belt and ease off his trousers. As Jerome continued to kiss and caress her, Kurt parted her legs wide enough for him to kneel between them. Then he took his already erect cock in his hand and presented it to her damp portals. They parted easily as he slid it between them and into the warm wet interior of her by now well lubricated passage. She groaned again and pressed her body up against him as he started to fuck her. Across on the other side of the room, the other two looked on. As they saw their friend sliding his hard length into her body, they were already beginning to stroke on their hard erections eagerly waiting their turn to enter that exciting young pussy. Maxwell was more than satisfied with her willingness as he watched the four young guys take her one after another. By the time they had finished with her, she was looking disheveled, her legs and thighs covered with their combined juices, and her breasts reddened and marked from all the rough handling they had taken. As the guys thanked Maxwell for allowing them the pleasure of her body and began to leave, they looked back at the prone naked body of Jennifer still sprawled across the sofa, legs still parted, now totally unconcerned about her dignity, no longer bothered about what she was showing. She had suddenly realised that this was the way her life was going to be for the foreseeable future and there was no way that she would be able to change things, so what was the point? When Maxwell had seen the four lads out, he came back into the room and looked down at her naked, abused body. He smiled to himself. "You're just a dirty little slut, aren't you, my dear?" She looked at him as he went on. "And now that I have proven to myself what a slut you are, I intend to make good use of your pretty little body. There are a lot of my friends and acquaintances who will be willing to bend over backwards to do me some favors for the chance to make use of that body of yours." He smiled to himself. "So I suggest that you go and get yourself cleaned up and get some sleep. We have a train to catch in the morning. We are going up north. We have people to impress, and a new club to open." Jennifer said nothing. She slid off the sofa and slowly made her way to the bathroom. After a long soak in the tub, she slipped into the large bed. She must have been extremely tired as she quickly fell asleep. Jennifer's Story Ch. 03 She remembered her ordeal of the night before when she awoke the following morning. She could still feel the tenderness between her thighs. She rubbed them gently. She looked at the other side of the bed and was surprised to find herself alone. Had Maxwell slept with her? Well, if he had, he hadn't made his presence felt. She eased herself out of bed, made her way to the bathroom, and rinsed her face. Outside in the lounge, Maxwell was tucking into a large breakfast. He indicated the other side of the table where another plate was laid with a cover over it. "Get yourself tucked into that. We need to be off as soon as possible." Jennifer uncovered the plate of food. It smelt wonderful, and she realised she was extremely hungry. She tucked into it with gusto. Just before she finished her breakfast, a porter knocked on the door and came in with her business clothes she had worn yesterday, all clean and neatly pressed. Maxwell told him to put them in the bedroom. With breakfast over Maxwell, told her to go and get ready and called down for a taxi to take them to the station. After spending the last twelve hours or so either naked or displaying herself in revealing outfits, it was nice to get back into some normal clothes for a change, but she wondered just how long it would last. They were met at the station by two of Maxwell's business associates: Colin, his architect, who looked to be in his fifties, and Robin, his designer, who was a lot younger. They had half an hour before the trains left so after introductions were made, they went along to the bar. The porter told them that the fast train to Doncaster was leaving on time, and assisted them with their bags onto the train. Maxwell had reserved a private compartment so there was plenty of room for the four of them. Jennifer had begun feeling a little uncomfortable again. She had noticed how the two guys had been looking at her in the station bar, and now in the confines of a private compartment, she was definitely feeling a little uneasy. Once in the compartment, everyone removed their jackets and made themselves comfortable Maxwell told Jenny to remove her coat as well, and she slipped out of it, placing it on the seat beside her. She tried to pull down her rather short skirt as she noticed Carl looking at her legs. A glance at Maxwell showed that he disapproved of her actions. Jennifer sat quietly wondering what was in store for her as Maxwell chatted about the new club to his two colleagues. They were about fifteen minutes into the journey when the guard knocked on the compartment door to check their tickets. He apologized for the intrusion and told them that they would not be disturbed again. After handing the tickets back, he wished them all a pleasant journey and slid the door closed. Time to get the entertainment underway, Maxwell thought to himself. He had selected this train as it was non-stop, and the next stop was Doncaster, at least two hours away. Maxwell took out his hip flask, took a drink, and offered Colin and Robin a drink. They both accepted. "I've brought Jennifer along in case we have any problems. We can use her to help alleviate any problems we come across. She proved herself very useful last night with a couple of guys from the licensing board. I don't think we will have any problems with them for a while," he said with a smile Jennifer felt herself blushing. Colin smiled. "You certainly know how to pick them, boss. You wouldn't think to look at her that she was that sort of girl." Maxwell smiled. "That's just the point; she isn't, or let's just say she wasn't--before last night." Both Colin and Robin laughed. "You have certainly got a way with them," Robin said. Maxwell looked across at the two of them. "You two up for a bit of entertainment to speed the journey along?" They looked at each other and smiled. "Sure, anything you say." Maxwell turned to Jennifer. "You heard the gentlemen, honey. They want to be entertained. What do you suggest we do? How about a look at you in your undies, to start off with?" Again Jennifer saw Colin and Robin look at her and smile. Jennifer knew better than to object to Maxwell's demands, and she reluctantly removed her jacket and began to unbutton her blouse with the two men now watching her intently. With the buttons undone, she pulled it out of her skirt and eased it back off her shoulders exposing her white lace bra encasing her large firm breasts. She saw Robin lick his lips at the sight of her lightly covered breasts, and she could see that Colin, the older of the two, had begun to perspire. He wiped his brow with a large white handkerchief that he had pulled from his pocket. She unhooked the clip on her skirt and eased down the zip at the side.She had to ease herself up off the seat to allow the short skirt to slide down her long legs. Now her scanty white briefs matching her bra were revealed. She bent down and retrieved her skirt from the floor and placed it on the seat. She sat there on the seat allowing the two men to look at her young body clad only in the briefest of underwear. She again felt embarrassed and sickened about what she had to do, but she knew there was no way out of her predicament. "Like to see a little more, boys?" he asked with a smile. He realised how uncomfortable she must have been feeling, and he was enjoying her discomfort. "That sounds fine to me," Robin said. Colin just nodded his head. This was a new experience for him. He was a married man, and it had been a while since he had seen such an attractive young woman exposing herself in her brief underwear. Maxwell turned to Jenny and nodded. She knew what he wanted. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. She couldn't believe she was being made to undress like this in front of two strangers on a train speeding north. With the clasp undone, the bra slipped forward off her shoulders. She slipped it down exposing her firm breasts topped with their hard cherry pink nipples. Colin gasped at the sight, and Robin just smiled and nodded. She knew better than to rush things, and so she sat there letting them get a good look at her exposed breasts before she attempted to remove her last brief article of clothing. After a few moments, Maxwell nudged her again, and she knew she now must reveal her most intimate area to the lustful eyes of his two associates. She slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her brief panties and began to push them over her hips. She eased herself up off the seat, and she felt the panties slip from between her thighs. At that moment, she knew they could see almost everything. Very little was hidden from them although she tried her best to keep her legs together as she slipped the panties down to her feet and kicked them off. It had not escaped Maxwell's notice that she had tried not to display herself too openly to the two men. It actually suited him as he still wanted to embarrass and degrade her as much as possible, so he was not going to let her get away with this. "I think the boys wanted your panties off so that they could see your cute little pussy," he said. He looked across at the two of them. Again Robin nodded with a smile, and Colin just stared; he was mesmerized by the sight of the naked young woman before him. Jennifer looked at Maxwell and saw his look. Reluctantly she opened her legs slightly. "Get them open," he said gruffly, grabbing her knee and pulling it towards him. "And leave them open till I tell you to close them." She knew better than to disobey him or object to his request, and she now sat there with her legs wide apart displaying every intimate detail to the eager lustful stares of the two men. She knew that nothing was hidden from them as the evening before Anton had carefully removed every last trace of her pubic hair. She just sat there not daring to look into the faces of the two men, but sat staring out of the window watching the countryside go speeding past. She was now feeling the heat of her embarrassment churn through her young exposed body. What more could this vile man do to her? How much more was she going to have to do for him to atone for her wrong doings? After what seemed like a lifetime, Maxwell asked the two men if they had seen enough. Jennifer sighed to herself, hoping that this was going to be the end of her ordeal, but when Maxwell continued with, "Or would you like to see something really special?" Oh my God, she thought to herself, surely they wouldn't make her do that again; not here. Then she heard the dreaded words. "Have either of you gentlemen ever seen an attractive young lady like this masturbate herself?" She nearly collapsed on the spot when she heard those words. She waited for them, dreading to hear their reply. The two of them looked at each other, their eyes wide. "You mean she will actually make herself cum?" Colin asked. Maxwell nodded. "She will do anything I tell her." He leaned over and whispered in Jenny's ear. "You know what you have to do. Make it good. I want them to see you cum. If you disappoint them, I might have to let them fuck you." She knew he meant it. She reached down between her legs and was urprised to feel how wet she was already. Maybe it would be over quickly, but she knew that feeling embarrassed like she did, it was going to take her longer. She closed her eyes and slipped two fingers inside the wetness of her pussy and began to rub them across her clit. She knew the men would be watching her intently, and it was hard getting into the mood. She thought about better times with her lovers and this helped. She remembered to groan because she knew this was what they liked to hear. She added a third finger and this helped to fill her pussy. At last she was beginning to get the feeling. She worked faster. Now she began to groan for real as the heat built up inside her. She now began to experience that wonderful feeling deep inside her womb, and she knew she was about to cum. Just a few more strokes, she told herself. She worked hard, thrusting her fingers in and out, rubbing them against her aching clit. Then at last she felt the deep rumblings. She gasped and cried out, working her fingers even faster, and then it was there. She fell back on the seat gasping for breath, her young naked body drenched in perspiration. The two men watched in amazement as her juices ran from her gaping pussy and dripped on to the floor of the carriage. She was totally spent. She no longer cared what they could see. There was nothing else left for them to see. She had shown them everything. She heard someone get up and quickly leave the compartment. She managed a little smile to herself. Had someone had a little accident? She hoped so. She did not move when she felt a slight touch on her inner thigh and a finger wipe across her pussy. Oh, God, what more could they do to her? Then someone was pressing a tissue into her hand and helping her by wiping away the juices. She raised her head and looked down. Colin was kneeling before her and was wiping her clean. He only touched her gently and did not attempt to enter her. At last she managed to struggle into a sitting position. He smiled up at her. "You were wonderful," he said. "I have never seen anything like that in all my life." He smiled again. "Maxwell is a very lucky man to have such a willing and attractive young lady like you to be his partner." She did not say anything, but turned to Maxwell. "May I go and get cleaned up?" she asked him. He nodded and handed her her coat. "Just slip this on," he said. She stood up and slipped the coat on covering her nakedness. She picked up her handbag, then made her way on still shaky legs to the toilet to clean up. By the time she came back, Robin had returned and was chatting away to Maxwell who smiled at her when she came in. He told her to close the door again. She wondered just what more he had in store for her, but it couldn't be anything too dreadful as they were now only half an hour away from Delchester. He made her remove her coat and spend the last part of the journey naked for the pleasure of Colin and Robin before allowing her to finally get dressed just before they pulled into the station. As the three of them left the train, Colin commented that it was a journey that he would not forget for a long time. Robin agreed; it certainly had been an interesting and eventful journey, A taxi took them from the station to the post house hotel on the outskirts of town. Maxwell had booked three rooms: a suite for himself and Jennifer, and a room each for the other two guys. Jennifer still had no other clothes apart from the few items she had received from Anton and the clothes she was wearing. And she only had the make up she had in her handbag. When she mentioned this to Maxwell, he smiled and commented that in her position she did not need any clothes as she would not have the need to wear them. But then he relented and told her to go down to the hotel boutique get what she needed and charge it to the account. She felt a little better when she returned to the suite with a selection of new underwear, a dress, and some make up items. He told her he was going out with Colin and Robin, and that she should stay in the hotel. "Get yourself some beauty treatment; get your hair done, and be ready to go out when we return. We are meeting the contractors for dinner; wear the black dress from last night." Then he was gone. At last she had some time to herself. She rang down and booked herself in at the beauty salon. She also found they had a gym with a pool so she decided to spend some time there before her treatment. As she had nothing to wear in the gym, she had to call at the boutique again and purchase a bikini and something to wear in the gym. She had a good afternoon, and for a while forgot her problems. She had a good work out and swam half a mile or so. The young lady in the beauty salon did a good job, and she was feeling like her old self again when she arrived back at their suite. Maxwell had not said what time they were going out, but she guessed she had better be ready when he returned. She didn't need a shower as she had taken one in the gym so she did her make up and dressed. She wore a brief white thong that she had purchased earlier and new hold ups. She slipped into the black dress, and when she was ready, she sat on the bed and watched the TV. Maxwell arrived back soon after. He was pleased to see she was ready and waiting. He showered and changed before calling to ask if the others were ready. He had ordered a limo for the evening, and it was waiting for them when they arrived down stairs. When they met up, all three guys looked smart in their evening wear. Jennifer guessed it was going to be a posh evening. It turned out to be black tie sporting evening in one of the town's better hotels. The evening consisted of a five course meal and several bouts of boxing to finish off the evening. The room seemed to be full of guys in black evening wear with only the brief splash of color provided by a very small minority of ladies who were in the room. Their table was almost ring side, and when they were shown to it, two well built guys looking a little out of place in evening wear stood up, smiling, and greeted them. Maxwell made the introductions. The two guys were the contractors who had built the new club: Jed Logan and his brother Tom. Jennifer felt their eyes appraising her body when each shook her hand. Maxwell ordered drinks from a scantily clad waitress, and the five guys were soon chatting business between themselves. The meal was delicious and satisfying and washed down with several bottles of good wine. When the tables had been cleared of the dinner pots, the promoter got into the ring and announced that the boxing would shortly commence, and that bets could be placed on the fight results. "Have you any special fancies?" Maxwell asked the Logan bothers. "This guy in the third bout," Jed said, pointing to the program, "Sam Grogan, he's one of our lads; stands a fair chance. We're sponsoring him." "Tom shook his head. I'm not sure; he seems to lack a bit of enthusiasm. But we'll have to see. I'll take you round to meet him before the bout." Maxwell nodded. "Good idea. I like to see where I'm putting my money." The first bout was an exciting affair with two young fly weights. It went the distance, and they were scrapping to the end. "If you want to meet Sam, we need to go around during the next bout," Tom informed Maxwell. He nodded. "Any time you are ready." They watched the second bout start. Tom downed his drink. He looked at Maxwell and nodded. As they got up, Maxwell looked across the table at Jennifer. "I guess you had better come with us." Jennifer stood up. She did whatever Maxwell said. They made their way round to the dressing room. It was crowded with trainers, promoters, and boxers, and it smelled of liniment and sweat. Most of them looked around when Jennifer walked in with her revealing black dress. She heard murmurs of approval and several whispered comments of what they would like to do to her. She felt quite out of place in this room full of men. Sam Grogan was a well built middle weight, a good looking guy with rugged features. He was sitting on a massage bed, and his trainer was fastening on his gloves. Tom introduced Maxwell and Jennifer, and Maxwell did not miss the look in his eyes when he was introduced to the attractive young woman. "Are you going to win tonight?" Maxwell asked him. Sam shrugged. "Maybe; the guy I'm fighting is a strong boy. He's going to take some knocking down." Tom shook his head. "You need to be positive. You won't win with that attitude." Maxwell looked at him and a smile came to his face. "Maybe you need some encouragement, something to fight for." Sam looked at him, not sure what he meant. Then he stared as Maxwell lifted Jennifer's skirt up almost around her waist. She looked around the room in panic to see if anyone else could see what was going on. Sam looked at the long stocking clad legs and the brief white thong. He licked his lips. Maxwell looked at him. "Win tonight and that pussy is yours." Jennifer felt hot when she heard those words. She was still standing there with her skirt up, and she knew she dare not attempt to push it down. She saw the look on Tom's face and the face of the trainer. "Do you really mean that?" Sam asked, still eyeing the brief white thong. Maxwell nodded and let the skirt drop back into place. At least she was thankful for that small mercy, but she was not happy about being offered as an inducement for a boxer to win a fight. "Well, what do you think?" "You can put a big one on that," Sam said, now sounding a lot more confident. Jennifer was seething with anger as they made their way back to the table. Had this man no shame? They stopped at the bookies table, and both men placed a large bet at very good odds on Sam winning the next bout. "What do you think?" Jed asked when they all sat down again. "I think you have a winner there." Jed shook his head. "I'm not sure. I have a small bet on him." "Take my advice brother, and get your big money on him," Tom said "You know something I don't?" Jed asked. Tom tapped the side of his nose knowingly and smiled at Maxwell. Maxwell ordered more drinks for everyone before the next bout started. The scantily clad waitress smiled when she received her large tip, and didn't seem to object to Maxwell stroking her cute little rear The fighters came out for the next bout. Sam was in the corner close to their table. He looked over and smiled and gave them the thumbs up. The fight began quietly, both boxers scoring points off one another. Jennifer was hoping against hope that the other fighter would win and she wouldn't have to do whatever Maxwell wanted her to do. Jennifer's Story Ch. 03 But in the third round Sam seemed to be inspired, and the other guy did not know what had hit him. He was groggy at the end of the third which Sam won easily, and less than a minute into the forth round, Sam floored him with a sharp swinging upper cut from which he never recovered before he was counted out. Tom and Maxwell shook hands and Jed looked amazed. "You did know something, didn't you?" Tom smiled. "Well, I told you to get on him." Jed shook his head slowly, smiling. Jennifer was in a state of panic. She knew she now had to do whatever it was Sam wanted. The only thing in her favor was that she had quite fancied the guy. Maybe if they were left to their own devices, she might enjoy it. But she guessed that Maxwell would have to get involved in some way. A couple of bouts later Sam and his trainer joined them at the table. Tom congratulated him. "I knew with a bit of inducement you could do it." Sam grinned. "After that little display in the dressing room, I only had one thing on my mind, and that was to win the bloody fight at all costs." Jed looked puzzled. "Come on, you lot; what's going on here? What am I being left out of?" Tom looked over at his brother, and then at Maxwell. "Can I tell him?" Maxwell shrugged. "You may as well. It's all over now. You did tell him to get on Sam, but he wouldn't listen." "It was Maxwell," Tom said. "He made Sam an offer he couldn't refuse." "What offer?" "He said he could have our pretty friend's pussy if he won the fight," he said, looking over at Jennifer. Jed looked in the same direction. "Fuck me!" he gasped. "No bloody wonder he won." They all laughed--that is apart from Jennifer who was totally dismayed about the whole conversation. With the evening over, Maxwell invited everyone back to the Post House. "We can continue drinking there and maybe have a little fun." Jennifer cringed when she heard those words. She knew what Maxwell's idea of fun meant: it definitely included her. All eight of them got in the limo for the drive back to the hotel. Jennifer was sitting with Maxwell on the seat behind the driver facing the others who were sitting on the long side seats. She wasn't looking forward to arriving back at the hotel, because she knew it meant more humiliation and degradation. Jennifer noticed Sam looking at her exposed legs. Maxwell must have seen him looking. "What did you get for winning tonight?" he inquired. "Two hundred and fifty quid and a trophy and a chance to move on," Sam replied. "Not bad for a night's work, and of course, there's always the bonus." Sam looked puzzled for a moment. Then he smiled as Maxwell eased up Jennifer's skirt. She felt herself getting warm and embarrassed as he held it up around her waist so everyone could see the brief white thong. The lighting was not too bright in the car, but Sam as well as everyone else in the car could clearly see the outline of her pusssy lips under the thin band of cloth. But this wasn't enough for Maxwell, especially as he could tell she was upset about him displaying her to everyone in the car. He reached over and hooked his finger in the band of cloth and eased it aside and displayed her clean shaven pussy to everyone. "What do you think, Sam? Was it worth all that effort?" Sam grinned and licked his lips in anticipation. "It sure looks that way, Mr. Maxwell." Jennifer was revealed when he let her dress fall back into place just as they were arriving back at the hotel. She was not too happy about going back to the suite with seven guys, knowing that at least one of them was going to fuck her, maybe more before the night was over. Also, she worried about what other things Maxwell had planned in that warped mind of his for her to do to entertain his friends. When they got back to the hotel room, Maxwell told Jennifer to supply drinks to everyone from the small drinks bar. When everyone had a glass in their hands, Maxwell congratulated everyone on a good evening, and especially Sam whose win had more than paid for the evening. She noticed Sam was taking an extra special interest in her, eyeing her up over his glass of whiskey; she knew what was on his mind. Offering up his drink as a toast, Maxwell thanked everyone again for a good evening. He thanked the Logan brothers for completing the work on the new club on time, and Colin and Robin for their part in the work. He turned to where Sam was sitting with his trainer. "And to you, Sam, thanks for paying for the night with your good performance." Everyone clapped, and Sam smiled and nodded his thanks. "Right! I think it's entertainment time." Jennifer was dreading hearing those words; she knew what they meant. "I think we all ought to get a look at Sam's prize." All eyes turned in the direction of Jennifer. "I think you know what we want," Maxwell said, smiling at her. "You have been teasing everyone all night in that nice little dress so I guess it's about time you showed them what you have under it." Jennifer looked around the room. All eyes were on her, apart from Colin. He was looking down at his drink. She remembered his concern for her on the train. Maybe they were not all like Maxwell; maybe there were decent people in the world. She placed her drink on the bar and got to her feet. She reached around her neck and undid the small button. The top fell down to her waist. There were nods of appreciation as her breasts were revealed. "Nice pair of tits, wouldn't you say?" Maxwell commented. Jennifer seethed; how she hated that man. She unfastened the button at her waist and the skirt fell open. She removed the dress and placed it over a chair. She stood there in just her thong and stockings feeling their eyes on her body. Were all men lechers like this, happy to degrade her? Were there any decent guys left in the world? She knew that they were waiting to see the rest of her: the prize, her pussy. They had already seen it in the car, but now they wanted to see her naked. She slipped her fingers into the waistband and eased the thong down over her hips. It dropped to the floor. She stepped out of it not bothering to retrieve it. There were more murmurs of approval and comments now that she was totally naked. "Well, Sam, what do you think? Not a bad piece of arse," Maxwell said, turning to the boxer. Sam smiled. "You said it, Mr. Maxwell; she a beauty." Maxwell grinned. "Well, she's all yours. You can use one of the bedrooms, but don't keep her too long. I think Jed and Tom might like some of her." The two contractors looked at each other and smiled. "You sure know how to pay out bonuses," Jed said with a wide grin. Maxwell held up his whiskey glass in salute and nodded. Sam got to his feet. He looked over at Jennifer. She knew what was next. She walked over to him. He took her arm and led her over to one of the bedrooms. After closing the door, he sat her on the bed. He stood in front of her and began removing his clothes. When he was down to his boxers, she could see the already pronounced bulge. He looked a big boy. She had seen him stripped this far in the ring, and she knew he had a good strong body. He smiled at her, hooked his fingers in the boxers, and slid them down. His cock was already erect. It was smaller than she imagined, but thick: probably not over six inches in length, but she would need two hands to hold it. "I've never had a classy bird like you before." "Well, there's always a first time," Jennifer said with a smile, looking up at him. He reached out and ran his hands up her arms. "You have a wonderful body, and your skin is so smooth." Jennifer felt herself warming to him; he seemed a nice guy. And he was attractive in a rugged sort of way. She reached her hands out and ran them over his muscular chest. His body was firm and hard. Sam dropped his hands down and cupped her breasts, kneading them gently. "You have great tits," he said hoarsely. "They feel wonderful." Her nipples were already hard, and they tingled as he worked them between his thumb and finger. Then he pushed her down on the bed, got on the bed himself, and knelt beside her. She hunched herself up until she was fully on the bed. He knelt there looking down at her. He seemed to be mesmerized by her body, like a kid looking in a sweet shop window, not knowing where to start. Jennifer slowly ran her hand up his leg until she felt his cock against her fingers. She gripped it, but could not close her hand around it. "You are a big boy," she said with a grin. Sam moved closer to her and laid himself beside her. He put one arm under her neck and pulled her face toward him, kissing her roughly, his tongue pressing into her mouth deep down her throat. She could feel his muscular chest pressing against her breasts. Then she felt his other hand on her stomach. Next, she felt it between her thighs working its way toward her pussy. She helped by opening her legs. She groaned as she felt him slid a finger into her. She could feel she was already wet. She groaned again as he began thrusting his finger in and out. She squealed as his thumb uncovered and manipulated her already sensitive clit. She felt him move between her legs. She raised her knees as his fingers continued to work on her. He spread her pussy lips, and she felt the head of his stubby cock spread her open even more. He worked his way in gently; it was a tight fit, and she tried to spread her legs wider to accommodate him. Now she felt the sensation of his pubic hair rubbing against her pussy; he was fully into her. She groaned and applied pressure, squeezing him. He began to rock gently, thrusting himself into her body. Jennifer was actually enjoying this. She was doing it because she liked the guy. Yes, she was doing it under orders, but they were alone; she didn't have Maxwell watching. He came quickly the first time, apologizing profusely. She smiled up at him. "Don't worry, Sam, we can do it again. I'm yours for as long as you want." She knew she would rather be in here with Sam than out there with Maxwell and the others. They did it again; in fact; they did it twice more. Both times she orgasamed, and afterwards they lay on the bed recovering. He was lightly fingering her nipples and stroking around her breasts, "Don't you mind him letting guys like me use you?" She was quiet for a minute. "I don't have any options. I got myself in a mess. Maxwell got me out of it, and the price was I have to work for him." "Doing things like this?" "Doing anything he asks. I don't have the option to refuse. It's either do this or go to jail." "The man's a shit." "I guess he is, but I'd rather be out here doing this than inside." Sam shrugged. "I suppose you are right." He looked at his watch. "I need to be going. I have a wife to go home to. Mind you, I'd rather stay here with you." Jennifer smiled and pulled his head down to her and kissed him. "I enjoyed it; thank you." He grinned. "Not half as much as I did. The guys will never believe me when I tell them what I got for winning the fight." Jennifer watched as he slid off the bed and dressed. Before he left, he leaned over and kissed her again, and ran his hand tenderly over her breasts. "I hope we meet again sometime." "So do I, but under better circumstances." Then he was gone. She lay on the bed for a while, then got off the bed and went into the shower. She was still under the shower when Maxwell came in. He watched her under the shower. "We were just wondering what had happened to you. Get your self cleaned up, and let's have you out there again. You still have some entertaining to do." She finished off in the shower, dried herself off, and combed out her hair. She applied fresh make up, and sat for a moment looking at her reflection in the mirror wondering what more she had to do. She knew there was no point in covering herself. Maxwell would never approve of that. When she walked back into the lounge, the numbers had dwindled. Sam and his trainer had left, and Colin and Robin were missing as well. "Can I get anybody a drink?" she asked. Maxwell shook his head, but the Logan brothers both held their glasses out. She refilled them and made herself a long drink of white wine and fresh orange juice. She dropped into a chair. Maxwell looked over at her. "Was he as good at fucking as he was at fighting?" "He was okay," she replied without enthusiasm. She wasn't going to let Maxwell know she had actually enjoyed it. Maxwell looked over at the Logan brothers who it seemed had drunk too much. "You two want to get some of her before you go?" Here we go, she thought to herself, as she saw the two guys look over at her. Jed looked at his brother and grinned. "Why the hell not?" he said as he stood up and began unfastening his pants. Tom watched him for a moment then stood up as well. While Tom was struggling to get his feet out of his pants, Jed came over and pulled her up out of the chair. He roughly pulled her up against him. She could feel his cock pressing up against her stomach as his hands grabbed at her back side. "Which end do you want, bro? Heads or tails?" Tom had at last managed to free his feet and was watching his brother holding the naked girl up against him. "She any good as a cock sucker?" he said, turning to where Maxwell was sitting watching the scene. Maxwell smiled and nodded. "She's very good." "She can suck me first," Tom said, "and you can use the other end." He grinned at his brother. He pulled her by the arm out of his brother's arms. "Bend over and get your sweet lips around this," he said, waving his cock in front of her. Jennifer knew there was no point in refusing his request. As she was about to go on her knees, he stopped her. "Don't go down, just bend; Jed wants your cunt." For a moment she didn't believe that both of them were going to take her at the same time, but when Jed gripped her firmly around the hips and she felt his cock nudging up against her pussy lips which he was spreading with his fingers, she realised that this was just what was going to happen. Tom had grabbed onto her hair and was forcing her face against the head of his cock. She had no option but to open her mouth and take him in. It was an unreal experience for her to be taken like this, with one man fucking her face and the other her pussy. She dared not look over to where Maxwell was seated, but she guessed he would be thoroughly enjoying her degradation. She just stood there and endured it getting no pleasure from it, but the two brothers seemed to enjoy every minute, and even changed ends before they finished with her. Afterwards, Jennifer felt physically sick because she had swallowed so much cum, and her pussy was now feeling sore after so many penetrations. She did not ask permission, but quickly ran to the bathroom and swilled her mouth out. Then she ran a bath, and when there was enough water in, she lowered herself thankfully into it. As she lay in the warm soapy water, she hoped that Maxwell didn't have any thought on taking her, as she really couldn't take any more tonight.