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Natural Born Fucker Pt. 02 Ch. 01

By: Grandflasher C.



"We're live in five - four -" 

The rest of the countdown was silent of course, with only the assistant director using his fingers to indicate the 'three - two - one' signal. Silence spread throughout the television studio as the program went live on-air. Side monitors displayed the opening montage of "The Charlie Koonts Special" - an interview segment that the veteran broadcaster hosted a few times a year, always with a special guest. 

As the montage rolled, everyone in the studio waited with bated breath. Tensions were high. The show promised to be out of the ordinary, and was perhaps the most anticipated interview of the year. Charlie Koonts was famous in his own right, and had landed many important politicians, athletes, musicians, pop stars, and actors over the years. For this particular interview, he'd be interviewing one of his own. 

Candy Struthers. A year ago she was one of the most famous newscasters in the business - a rising star. After she was raped on live broadcast television, Candy became infamous. The prison incident incited a brief riot, and during the course of an interview gone awry, the media darling was screwed over, both on the air and then, afterwards, in her profession. Her career took a nosedive. 

No news organization or network would touch her with a ten-foot pole. From a six-digit salary to absolutely nothing at all, Candy's fall from grace was a complete and seemingly inexorable downward spiral. She had become the biggest porn star on the planet, yet she wasn't a porn star! There didn't seem a way for the beautiful journalist to get back into the game. The idea itself was preposterous and unlikely. Every celebrity website, every gossip magazine, and every entertainment news show was certain her career was dead. Kaput. That there was zero chance of the young woman to ever make a comeback. 

However, Candy was showing the world that they were wrong. She was tenacious and hard-working, and knew that it would take time for the public to accept her. Even though she had done nothing wrong! Candy was patient and waited for the right chance to redeem herself in the public's eye. First she hired a good publicist, David Logan, who was one of the best in the business. Next, she made sure that whatever she did out in the open was non-sexual and completely traditional. After several months, she and David made overtures to the networks, shopping her 'exclusive interview' around. 

Then she bided her time. 

There were a few interesting nibbles in the past few months. A few offers had been made even, but Candy and David wanted a bigger spotlight. Finally they hit pay-dirt. 

Charlie Koonts came calling. 

She sat next to her host - the veteran newsman and entertainer - nervous and very apprehensive. Yet no one would have guessed her anxious state of mind from the serene poise she exuded outwardly, a picture of confidence and calmness. An aura of demureness was also projected by Candy which was unexpected but not totally surprising; during the past year all reports indicated that the infamous newscaster had reformed herself and had found God, allegedly turning over a new leaf. Her social media showcased a more mature, less arrogant young woman, willing to learn from her mistakes and to move on. 

And if there was anything America loved more than a celebrity falling from grace, it was a disgraced celebrity trying to redeem themselves, in the public eye, open, remorseful, and contrite. It seemed the world was, finally, willing to forgive Candy Struthers. 

She had on a tasteful outfit. Some might even call it conservative. It was formal business attire and would have served the lovely young woman well in a company boardroom. Charcoal grey jacket and pencil-skirt. A white cotton blouse underneath. It was figure-hugging but not overtly sexual. The jacket was cut in a very modern style that women would be searching for in the department stores the next morning, to get that 'Candy Struthers look.' The pencil-skirt ended right above the woman's shapely knees. The blouse looked crisp and clean, with only the top button unclasped - no cleavage found there! Black stockings and a pair of black leather block ankle boots finished everything off. 

Not an extra inch of flesh was showing, other than Candy's hands, face, neck, and just the bare hint of chest at the opening of her collared shirt. The way she dressed was a far cry from a year earlier, when all she wore were extremely sexy and flirtatious apparel; short skirts, clingy blouses, sexy high-heels, and deep cleavage were her raison-d'etre. 

Candy was incredibly photogenic. The camera loved her. She had that beautiful girl-next-door look with very beautiful features, a pert nose, big blue eyes, and plump red lips. She was a natural blonde, with long, wavy platinum locks that the young woman had grown in length over the past year, which went all the way down to the small of her back. For that evening Candy had pulled up her hair in a stylish yet severe bun, all work and no play. Very little make-up tarnished her pretty face, except for some black mascara and light-bronze eye-shadow to highlight her eyes. The truth was Candy didn't really need any make-up - she looked gorgeous enough and could do without, helped tremendously by her flawless skin that was the color of pale cream and the texture of smooth butter. There was pale pink lip gloss on her full lips, which Candy was hesitant to put on for the interview, but which David insisted on. 

"You have to sell yourself tonight!" her publicist told her adamantly. "Make America love you again!" 

Although she was twenty-five years-old, the fallen star didn't look her age at all. She could actually have passed for a teenager, and a barely legal one at that. Her height contributed to the girl's youthful facade; being just five-feet, three-inches tall, Candy's slim, petite figure had most people mistaking her for an eighteen year-old before they realized who she was. The only other thing that displayed her true maturity was her voluptuous body - while she was slender and thin in most places, she had a massive, unbelievably gorgeous double-D-cup rack - much too large for a teen. Even underneath her conservative grey suit, there was no hiding her dangerous curves. 

"Welcome, Miss Struthers!" said Charlie Koonts. "Thank you for joining us. May I call you Candy?" 

The host was dressed in a navy suit, white shirt and a dark blue tie. The older man looked handsome and trim. With his graying hair and chiseled features, he certainly didn't look his age of fifty-two. 

"Of course!" replied Candy shyly. She hesitated for a moment and then asked, "I'm pleased to be here. Can I call you Charlie?" 

"Of course you may! Now - let's get started alright?" 

"Sure." 

Koonts smiled in encouragement. "Don't be nervous. Let's get the difficult questions out of the way first!" The veteran broadcaster paused for dramatic effect. "Tell me about the incident at the Nantucket Penitentiary a year ago." 

Candy sucked in her breath, and then exhaled slowly. "Well ... it was wrong. Obviously. Carl Allen is such a psychopath! And - and what happened to me..." 

"You're rape..." 

The blonde beauty glanced away from her interviewer and the camera, ashamed. "Y - yes - my rape..." 

"Does it bother you that the video of your degradation - at the hands of Carl Allen and all those other inmates - has become so popular on the internet?" 

"Well - of course it bothers me!" answered Candy indignantly. "I don't know why you'd ask me such a question!" 

Raising his hands as if to show he was only trying to get to the truth, Koonts replied, "Well - a lot of folk who watched the video of your sex tape believe that you enjoyed being gang-banged! That you enjoyed all those men, clustered around you. That you enjoyed the sex as much as your assailants did!" 

"That's an absolute lie!" Candy retorted. "Anyone who thinks so is either a rapist or a sick bastard. Of course I didn't enjoy being gang-banged!" 

"Then why did you come? And so often?" asked Koonts, trying to keep his face straight. The elder newsman was a notorious poon-hound, and his predilection for blondes was a well-known fact. 

Her cheeks flushed red at those words. Candy tried to calm down. She knew these types of questions were going to be asked that evening; the whole world wanted to know what she thought and felt about her sordid ordeal, and it was the reason why she was sitting there in the spotlight. 

"That was simply a physical response ... to all the ... sexual stimuli that I was forced to endure!" she finally said, trying hard not to trip over her carefully worded sentence. 

Koonts raised both his eyebrows in disbelief. "Come on, Candy! It looked like you really enjoyed it! All those huge cocks, fucking you in all your holes! Are you telling me you didn't love all that hot prison sex? I think you loved it, and so does most the world!" 

"You're wrong then, and so is everyone who thinks that!" countered the beautiful twenty-five year-old. "I hated every second of horrid sex with all those prisoners! And you can quote me on that!" 

"I'm sure the newspapers will quote you on that, Candy!" grinned Koonts. "How about we move onto to the aftermath of the Nantucket incident?" 

"Alright..." 

"Candy, what have you been up to the past year? There have been numerous rumors that have floated around: that you were going to go into porn industry, that your network had second thoughts about your dismissal and was going to re-hire you, or that you were going to move to Europe to do cable news. None of that has panned out so far." 

The luscious blonde sat back in her chair. "Well - the first few months the paparazzi followed me everywhere, and I simply stayed at home for the most part. It felt like being a prisoner in my own home, but I had no job, and most everyone shunned me after the - the rape." 

"I heard some reports that you have a very strong rapport in the community you're living in? It's been said that they are really very supportive of you?" 

"Oh yes! I live in a wonderful community in California and I've been trying to strengthen my ties there. It was ... difficult at first, but after a few months my neighbors began accepting me." 

"How did your neighbors treat you initially?" asked Koonts. 

"At first everyone was pretty icy. It took a while before they would ... accept my presence," replied the blonde. "But don't get me wrong! Everyone treated me like a ... a slut ... after the Nantucket incident!" 

"That must have been hard. Did it get really bad?" 

"Yes - yes it did." 

"Describe it for me, if you don't mind." 

Candy looked down at her hands on top of her knees. "Well - none of my colleagues would return my phone calls. The ones that did made fun of me. Even my friends shut me out. If any of my male acquaintances contacted me, it was usually to see if they could have sex with me!" 

"That's awful!" 

"Yes," said Candy, her eyes downcast. "Whenever I was out, mothers would rush their children away from me! Other women would look down on me ... call me names... like slut, whore..." 

Koonts leaned forward, looking fatherly and concerned. "Did that hurt?" 

Nodding, the girl answered, "Yes, of course it did! But then - I found God!" 

"Ahhh yes! You've been going to church?" 

Nodding, Candy said, "Yes - I've been going to church two or three times a week - religiously!" 

They pair both grinned at her weak, half-hearted attempt at a joke. But so far the former star newscaster had handled herself with dignity and aplomb. She seemed very contrite and humble to everyone working in the studio, and to the millions of viewers watching at home. 

"Why don't we move onto another topic? During your encounter with Carl Allen, you two had anal sex. You stated that it was your first time having anal intercourse. Was this true?" 

Candy fidgeted in her seat, uncomfortable with the question. "Yes, of course it was true! Why would I lie?" 

"Why indeed?" replied Koonts in an almost-snarky tone. "Perhaps you were trying to hide the fact that you were more sexually experienced on camera, in front of the television audience?" 

"But it's true!" cried the lovely blonde indignantly. "It was the first time I was fucked in the ass!" 

"Then why did Carl's penis slide so easily into your ass? For the record, it's a well-known fact that Carl Allen's penis, when erect, is over eleven-inches long. It's also quite thick in circumference. How could you take something so long and thick up so easily your anus, and still proclaim to be an anal virgin like you said you were?" said Koonts, raising a finger to accentuate his point. 

"It didn't go into my ass that easily!" appealed the young woman urgently. "It was HUGE! It felt so thick and awful! Believe me - it wasn't an easy thing to take in!" 

"I find that difficult to believe, Candy, I really do!" said Koonts, shaking his head. "And I think the home audience would find that difficult to believe as well." 

"Why? Why don't you believe me? Is it because of who I am?" Candy asked in exasperation. 

"Let's just say - that it didn't appear that you were an anal virgin!" answered Koonts. "It almost seemed like - and this is how Carl Allen would describe it himself - a 'natural born fucker?' Are you a natural born fucker, Candy Struthers!" 

Candy allowed some of her fiery anger to bubble to the surface. "How can you -" 

There was a commotion by the doors of the studio that interrupted the interview. A small group had gathered there, security guards and other men, and some scuffling and cursing could be heard. Both guest and interviewer paused and turned their heads towards the noise, bewildered and surprised. 

One of the men, a tall, well-built fellow who wore dark trousers, a black t-shirt, and an oddly bulky black leather jacket, looked to be in charge. Pushing a security guard down on the ground, he shouted, "NOBODY MOVE!! EVERYONE FREEZE!! I'M WEARING AN EXPLOSIVE VEST!!" 

The man had a blunt, ragged appearance - very mean, abrasive and rough looking. He had a thick neck, large muscular arms, and a broad chest. Deep set, beady brown eyes, a crooked nose, a sneering mouth, and sandy, grey-flecked hair that was shorn close in a crew-cut. He looked like a huge, steroid-driven brute - an animal. 

Within moments the two security guards were on the ground and handcuffed. It seemed that the large man had three other companions, whom seemed to be cut from the same cloth except for one. All in all, three out of the four were all large men, muscular and trim. Two were black, one was Hispanic, and the leader Caucasian. The fourth man who seemed out of place was the second black man who was short and skinny. 

They were all armed, and at least the three large burly men had the appearance of career criminals. 

"Away from the doors! Get over there, you fuckers!!" the first black man yelled. He then locked the main doors and began barricading it. 

The Hispanic man controlled the small crowd of studio people. He held a handgun and made everyone else stand by the side of the wall. "Who are the cameramen? I know I saw four or five cameramen when we came in!" 

No one spoke up. Everyone simply cowered on the ground, trying their hardest not to make eye contact with the man. But the four armed men eventually roughed up the crowd enough so that the five cameramen eventually held up their hands. 

The small black man - the only one who carried a backpack - slipped his handgun into the back of his pants and then motioned to the cameramen to follow him. "You guys will be working the cameras like you usually do. I'll be directing you from this station nearby." 

He went over to a nearby console, placed the backpack at his feet, and began flipping switches and pressing buttons. Next he pulled out a laptop of his bag and connected it to the console. Within moments the live feed of the studio was back on air. He appeared as if he knew what he was doing. 

"You got this, Miles?" asked the leader of the group. 

The smaller black man grinned. "We're live, Chuck. Didn't I say if you could get me in here, I could get us on the air?" 

Chuck grinned back, but on his ugly mug it almost looked like he was grimacing. He looked at his crew, turning first to the second big black man. "Joe - come with me." Then he pointed at the Hispanic man. "Manny - you're on crowd control for now!" 

As the pair of big men sauntered over to center of the sound stage, both Candy and Koonts grew more and more nervous. They had watched the frantic scene unfold in front of them, standing immobile and uncertain before the cameras. 

One of the cameras showed full body-shots had all four players in its frame. Chuck and Joe looked huge on camera, and everyone could see on nearby monitors that the feed was still live, and was still going out "over the air" to millions of viewers across America. The big, rough leader walked up to Charlie Koonts and pushed him a few feet in the background. 

"Stay there, Charlie! I don't want to hurt you!" said Chuck threateningly. 

"I'm not going anywhere!" replied Koonts, rather nonchalantly. After decades of being in the news game, he was perhaps the most cool-headed and least nervous out of everyone in the room. 

Then Chuck turned towards the cameras. "My crew and I have taken over this studio for a very specific reason! Now - to the network executives who are in charge: don't even think about cutting off this broadcast!" 

The man then unzipped his leather jacket and took it off, throwing it on the floor. Everyone gasped loudly, and one woman even screamed. Chuck was wearing a vest that was loaded with explosives. His bulging arms were bare and covered in prison tats. He had told them all earlier about the vest, but hearing about it and seeing it were two different things. 

"We stay on the air, or I will blow this place up!" Chuck screamed. "But - if you let us have our way, the only person in the room who will have anything happen to them is Candy Struthers!" 

Her face fell upon hearing the man's words. Until five minutes ago, the blonde beauty had never seen any of those men before. She didn't know who Chuck, Joe, Manny or Miles were, and she didn't know what they were after. Candy bit her bottom lip cutely, looked at her sudden captors, and wondered what their demands would be. 

She spoke up timidly. "What - what do you want from me?" 

Chuck grinned back at her maniacally. Without any warning, the tattooed brute unzipped his pants and whipped out something for the world to see. 

It was a mighty ten-inch erection. 

He waved his massive erection about in the air, making sure that everyone could see it. He made sure that the cameras could see it as well. It was huge, thick, and swollen. "I haven't showered for a week - look at the cock-cheese on this dick! Woowhee!! I betcha it fucking reeks! Oh - and I haven't had sex or jerked off for three weeks! I've been waiting for today like it's Christmas!" The man grabbed his large, hairy testicles and squeezed them. "I've got sooooo much cum for you, babe! My pipes have been backed up and you're going to be my release!" 

Disgust was written plainly over Candy's face as she gazed at the stinky, gross-looking cock. "Oh my God! Why did you do that for!?" 

"To suck me off, you prissy little bitch!" he howled in amusement. 

He took a step closer to Candy, making her cringe. However, there wasn't much she could do other than turn her face away from the crazed horn-dog. "And just why would I do that?" 

The big man laughed mirthlessly. "Because you're a natural born fucker! The way you took Carl Allen's cock - all the way up your ass with such ease! That was eleven-inches! DAMN! You almost managed to swallow his entire cock as well! You're a talented little cock-sucker, and I'm sure you could easily take my ten-inch dick up that pretty little mouth of yours!" 


Natural Born Fucker Pt. 02 Ch. 01



Candy shook her head vigorously. "You're wrong! I've changed! I've found God! I don't perform icky stuff like oral sex any longer - for anyone! And I'm not going to suck your dick, you prick!"  

As the cameras took in the testy exchange, the millions of people watching couldn't help but notice the self-righteous ire of the diminutive blonde, beautiful and gorgeous still, but aflame with the fervor of religion. 

Her tormentor chuckled. "So you don't suck cocks anymore?" 

"Of course I don't!" 

His chuckle turned into an uproarious laugh. Once Chuck had calmed down, he replied, "Then how do you explain this?" He glanced over at Miles and then nodded his head. 

There was a loud blip of noise, and then a buzzing crackle that had everyone in the studio looking over to any nearby monitors which displayed what the viewers were seeing at home. The live feed of Candy and Chuck was suddenly cut off by another transmission, obviously controlled by the tall black man, Miles, at the nearby control panel. 

The new video feed looked dark and amateurish. It obviously wasn't taken from a professional camera, and was most likely recorded from a phone. Yet even phones had pretty good quality, so all the person taking the video had to do was keep his hand steady. The video showed a group of naked men were on the screen, about eight or ten altogether, all sporting rather visible erections. While it wasn't clear where the video was taking place, but the darkness of the surroundings made the pale human figures stand out much more noticeably. The men stood in a circle, cocks pointed towards the center, where a tiny young woman was on her knees. 

The woman was performing fellatio on all of the men. 

Audible gasps were heard throughout the studio. Candy let out a strangled cry of despair. Meanwhile, Chuck and his companions all had big grins on their faces. 

"Oh God ... stop ... please stop it..." whispered Candy. She would have been barely audible if the silence weren't so palpable in the room. 

The woman was a pure platinum blonde, with long wavy locks. Even from the distance and lack of detail she looked pretty with a slim yet voluptuous figure. As the camera zoomed in closer, the features of Candy Struthers came more into focus. She was rather busy, surrounded by big dicks, a cock in each hand pumping away, and a cock always between her lips, greedily sucking and bobbing her head back and forth. She never stayed with one penis, always moving about so that there was always a new dick between her lips every minute or so. Clearly she wasn't being forced to blow all of those cocks. In fact, the gorgeous ex-newscaster had a determined, decidedly slutty look on her face, and there was no denying the fact that she was grinning throughout the entire ordeal. 

The feed stopped. All eyes in the studio turned towards the diminutive woman, as did the eyes of the nation as the live feed once more picked up Candy and Chuck. Millions of viewers were glued to their television sets. 

Finally Candy broke the silence. She mumbled, "What - what ... how did you get that video?" 

Ignoring her question, Chuck spat, "I'd say you're quite the pretty little liar! You don't suck cocks! HA!" 

The much larger man pushed Candy onto her knees, as Miles changed the view to another cameraman, who was positioned more in the rear and had full-body shots of Chuck, Candy, and his two companions who stood behind the girl (Manny had joined his friends by then). All three men had their dicks out of their pants, and they all sported huge erections. 

Candy had a dazed, glassy look in her eyes, like a deer caught in headlights. She was on her knees, crouched in fear, surrounded by menacing cocks. Chuck's wasn't the biggest or the thickest of the three, but at a full ten-inches long and a wide circumference nearly as wide as a beer bottle, it was big enough. The black man in the background, Joe, also had a pretty massive staff - eleven-inches long and just as thick as their leader's dick. He was tall and built like a linebacker, big and muscular without an ounce of fat. Lastly, the third man who stood behind Candy, Manny, wasn't as muscular nor as lean as his two buddies, but he was tall and large being six-five, with an even larger twelve-inch package. 

She hadn't seen Manny's prick yet, but most of America had, and it was if a collective gasp spread across the nation. The pretty newscaster appeared tiny and defenseless again the three giant men, especially since she was on her knees. And those titanic erections, rigid with popped out veins, seemed particularly obscene in contrast to the angelic, wholesome image of the blonde on the floor. Candy was shaking in fear, glancing at once cock and then the other. When she finally noticed Manny enormous fuck-stick, her eyes nearly popped out of her head. 

"Oh my God!" she cried. "Why - why are you doing this to me!?" 

"We're here to teach you a lesson," replied Chuck. "We're here to show America that you're still a slut!" 

The leader of the group gazed at the girl at his feet, and then, all of a sudden, stepped forward and began whipping his erection all over Candy's beautiful features. She yelped out loudly, and the expression of surprise on her face was priceless. As if waiting for Chuck's cue, the other two men also got up close to the blonde and joined the man, slapping their cocks over Candy. 

Of course Miles cut to the a nearer camera to get a close-up of the beautiful girl's face, cheeks, and lips as she was smacked, again and again, with three hugely stiff boners. She looked incredibly hot, dressed up much too conservatively - with her hair tied up in a tight bun - to be pummeled in such a depraved manner. The three smelly and disgusting cocks already exuded pre-cum from their tips. In fact, the pre-cum began getting stuck to Candy's face - points where the sticky liquid fixed onto her cheeks, nose, chin and forehead oozed back in gooey strands to the three monstrous dicks that thrashed her repeatedly. While her pretty face wasn't completely messed up or smeared over, there was just enough sticky wetness to make the viewers shocked, offended, and extremely turned on by the salacious activities. 

"Come on, bitch! Suck my dick!" howled Manny. 

The Hispanic's twelve-inch monster was the heaviest and largest cock of them all, and it hurt the most when it hit the blonde in the face. Candy shook her head vehemently. Her eyes, and most importantly her mouth, were closed tightly. A low moan emanated from her throat, but that was all she could do to protest against the three predatory men. 

Then Chuck had an idea. He grabbed the young woman's tight hair bun and clenched it in his powerful hands so that she couldn't move her head. Next the muscular man, his other hand holding onto his ten-inch cock, placed the tip of it right up against Candy's nostrils, effectively blocking off her oxygen supply. The girl's eyes widened in fright, and she let out some guttural whimpers. But even as she continued to fight Chuck off, the expression on her beautiful face said it all: she could barely breathe. Her nostrils flared in desperation but ultimately became clogged by the bulbous fleshy cock-helmet pressed lewdly against her. 

In the end, Candy had no choice but to open her mouth - and she did so with loud, gulping breaths, taking in as much air as she could. The three criminals appeared amused at the little game, and to their credit allowed the hot blonde a few deep breaths. But that was as much sympathy as they could muster up, apparently. Without any warning, Chuck speared Candy's glossy pink lips and had half his ten-incher inside her warm, heavenly mouth before she even knew what had happened. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmffffffffffffffffffffffffffffnnnnnnnnnffffffffffffffffffff!!" emitted Candy in a series of muffled grunts. 

"Shit! What a pair of lips on this one, boys!" exclaimed Chuck. 

It was entirely undignified, unjustified, and extremely inappropriate, but Chuck started using the ex-newscaster's mouth as his own personal fuck-hole. With criminal disregard for the his victim, the large, two-hundred and twenty-five pound man fucked Candy's mouth crudely, holding onto her head with both hands as he bucked his hips wildly into her. He started off fast, but his pace became even quicker as the minutes wore on. And if that wasn't bad enough, each thrust into the girl's mouth stabbed deeper and deeper down her tiny throat; Chuck was not only enlarging Candy's esophagus, he battered the back of her throat and plunging the tip of his rigid meat-stick deeper down her unenthusiastic depths. 

For her part, Candy fought back half-heartedly. Her tiny hands tried pushing back against her tormentor's hips, but it was like trying to push down a brick wall. In any case, the blonde beauty had something more important to worry about, which was to make sure that she was able to keep breathing with that gigantic boner stuff down her pipes. Candy concentrated on taking air through her nostrils frantically, while the cock in her throat she handled as best as she could. 

The three men laughed sadistically at Candy as she was abused orally by the other two men who joined in on the fun. When Chuck withdrew his erection from her mouth, Joe's cock quickly took its place by swiftly jamming his eleven-incher between her lips. The blonde barely had time to gasp in one breath of air before another massive torpedo zeroed was targeting the back of her esophagus. Miraculously, Joe's big black cock went down even further than Chuck's had as he held onto the petite young woman's head and pounded her mouth mercilessly. 

"UUNNGGHH!! UUNNGGHH!! UUNNGGHH!! UUNNGGHH!! UUNNGGHH!!" grunted Candy. 

When Joe exited Candy his dick left a lewd trail of ropy strands of saliva that connected his pole to her lips. Spit smeared the girl's cute chin and drooled down her tits to the floor. The blonde hastily gasped in mouthfuls of air, regardless of how sloppy it all was, her upset moans the only indication of her thoughts. Candy knew, as did everyone else watching, what was coming next. 

Manny slapped his towering twelve-inch schlong against the former newscaster's face, the impact so great that it actually disoriented her for a second. Then the Hispanic stuck his gigantic erection into Candy's hesitant, very unwilling lips to rape her luscious lips. The man's cock was enormous, possibly the biggest cock she had ever encountered before. Its swollen dick-head stretched her lovely lips incredibly wide, and just when she thought she couldn't take any more, the bulbous tip popped in and Manny's started sliding the rest of his lengthy shaft into her mouth. Candy's eyes bulged out from her assailant's nefarious efforts, as inch by tortuous inch of his huge willy was forced down her pipes. 

The Hispanic cock scraped against her teeth, but he continued pushing on. It throbbed wickedly and filled up the entirety of her mouth, yet even when it made contact with the back of the girl's tonsils, the journey continued. Candy's jaw opened to its widest point and could go no bigger. But Manny pressed on, his huge python snaking down Candy's esophagus. To everyone's shock, he was able to get three-quarters of his cock down the slim beauty's mouth. 

The malicious trio had proved that Candy was a talented cock-sucker. 

But she was also in deep trouble. Her throat bulged at her dreadful labors, and the truth was Candy was barely breathing at all; the width of Manny's rigid shaft had stuffed her esophagus fully and also pressed against her wind-pipe, shutting off her ability to breathe. The blonde's face turned red, and she began hitting the man with her small fists before he finally released her in one quick motion. 

She fell to the floor, coughing heavily and spewing saliva to the floor, while simultaneously trying to inhale huge gulps of air. Candy's pretty face was scrunched up as if she were about to retch. However, the young woman only dry-heaved onto the floor, and only her saliva hurled out of her mouth. The three immense cocks had done quite a number on her, making her gag when she seldom gagged before; Candy had previously gone down on numerous cocks without any hint of trouble or concern. 

And her assailant's dicks were dreadful! It was exactly what Chuck had mentioned earlier - that her three assailants really hadn't washed in a week. And although the three erections smelled sour and awful, they looked even worse up close: dirty, grimy, and smeared with cock-cheese. But beyond appearances and odor, the erections tasted vile and utterly disgusting. Candy's stomach churned with the sampling of each cock, each of which had their own uniquely meaty, nauseating flavor. 

The cameramen had followed Candy's collapse (they had been told to keep her as the main focus by Miles), and even though she was in rough shape, she still looked quite provocative on her hands and knees - a tiny beauty on the ground surrounded by three larger aggressors, each sporting giant erections that were as cruel and menacing as they were gleaming wet. The petite beauty had polished up the three boners quite well given her circumstances. 

As she tried to recover, Chuck and his crew laughed callously. Joe bent over and slapped Candy soundly on the ass, making her squeal out in pain. That made Joe spank the girl a few more times, and his companions joined in as well. The blonde's bubbly and perfect heart-shaped ass was punished spitefully by all three men, their strong arms swinging down to generate luridly piercing whacks that shocked the studio audience. Throughout the abuse Candy writhed on the ground before the threesome. 

Then Chuck stepped towards one of the cameras. "America - do you want to see what's underneath Miss Struthers' skirt?" 

The man's two cohorts chuckled vulgarly. Joe and Manny didn't wait for a reply. Instead, they began pulling off Candy's skirt while she was still on her hands and knees. She shrieked in response and tried to keep her skirt on with both arms thrashing about, her face on the floor. But the blonde's efforts were in vain because the two men were simply too muscular and brawny for her to stop them. Slowly but surely they pulled off her grey pencil skirt, ripping it in some places. As the skirt was pulled off her long, slim legs, the top of her ass started showing, and then more and more of her creamy pale flesh was revealed. 

There were a few gasps from some of the onlookers within the studio - the hostages sitting on the floor. As more of the top of Candy's skirt was pulled down her hips, it was obvious she wasn't wearing any panties. By the time her skirt was pulled down to her knees, anyone watching could confirm that she hadn't worn underwear, and in fact only had on a lacy black garter belt with straps which were hooked onto her sexy thigh-high black stockings. 

"My - my - my!" exclaimed Chuck, rubbing his hands together evilly. "It does appear that our ex-newscaster and reformed church-goer, Miss Candy Struthers - so pious and lady-like - has gone on national television without wearing any panties! What do you think of that, America!?" 

Once the woman's skirt was pulled off, Chuck knelt down next to her and had her sit up. With her ass and genitals bare, Candy sat on both knees with her thighs clamped together and hands covering her pussy region. Her face was a deep scarlet, but it was difficult to tell if it was because she felt humiliated or if she was still recovering from her recent oral-rape. 

"Why no panties?" asked Chuck spitefully. "Will you admit now you're a trashy little whore?" 

"It's not a crime not to wear panties!" answered Candy timidly. "Lots - lots of girls these days don't wear panties!" 

Chuck groaned loudly, before grinning into the camera. "Jesus - you still won't admit it!" 

Suddenly, he reached over to the girl's blouse, took hold of the fabric at the neckline, and pulled down hard. Candy screamed again at the man's contemptible behavior, but the damage was done. He had torn her white cotton blouse easily, his powerful motion going all the way from her neck to the waist. The flimsy blouse ripped all the way down easily, but he also tore apart the buttons on her grey business jacket so that it, too, flew open. With her blouse falling off, Chuck had exposed Candy once again. 

The buxom blonde also hadn't worn a bra that day! 

There were more outcries from the people within the studio. Candy Struthers - who had tried so hard to appear as a demure - even prudish - church lady, had deceived them all! Her large bosom jiggled sensually from the ripping of her blouse, and her large chest expanded in and out from her deep breathing. Even though she had hands over her tits and vagina, there was no denying how hot she looked. And the expression on Candy's face was of utter dismay. It had only taken Chuck seconds to reveal how alluring her outfit really was! 

"Oh God..." murmured the blonde in disbelief. All of her work in the past year had become undone! 

"Put your hands behind your back!" barked Chuck. 

Candy gazed up at the man with a pitiful expression on her face. She really didn't want to follow his orders... 

"Do as he says!" Manny shouted, slapping his humungous cock on her face once to get her attention. 

The Hispanic's twelve-inch log managed to get Candy's undivided attention. Her head snapped back at the force of the blow and she hurriedly placed her hands behind her. In that stance, her pussy wasn't very visible since she was on her knees with thighs clamped together. However, with her hands behind her back the blonde's generous rack became quite exposed. One of the cameramen composed a very good shot of the ex-newscaster straight-on, bringing great exposure to her large D-cup tits that were the toast of the internet and the envy of many men and women; on her diminutive, petite figure, Candy's tits actually appeared even larger than they actually were. 

Chuck seized hold of the young woman's hair bun, and lifted it up gruffly so that she had no alternative but to follow his movement. Instead of kneeling and sitting on the floor, Candy was on her knees but the rest of her body was upright, her thighs vertical. There was no hiding her pussy any longer! But the girl's thighs were still stuck together so that only the slightest hint of her slit was presented - one thin, glorious line that held so much promise. 

"Not a lot of bush on this hot little church babe!" argued Chuck. "Looks like you had a recent Brazilian, no? Or - perhaps you just shave every day? You look really smooth down there, Miss Struthers!" 

Candy remained silent because she didn't know how to respond. 

Chuckling, Chuck said, "No matter! Let me check!" 

The man reached over to Candy's last remaining piece of clothing, her suit jacket, and pulled it wide open so that even more of the gorgeous body was exhibited. After making sure that the camera got a good long look at the blonde, Chuck ran his hands over her tits, roughly pinching and rubbing her nipples, then feeling out her underarms before running his hands down her svelte sides to pause at her hips. Next he started toying with her bare slit, his thick calloused fingers exploring the young beauty's buttery-smooth pussy-lips. His two cronies observed their leader with envious lust. Most noticeably to the millions of viewers watching at home was the fact that none of the men's boners had deflated - they were still hard as rocks. 

"Shit - this bitch has a nice body! Fuck me!" exclaimed Chuck, licking his lips. "Spread your legs, cunt!" 

With a one large finger already delving deep into her slick vaginal depths, Candy had tried to keep her composure and her thighs tightly shut together. With the knowledge that no one was going to save her, just like during the Nantucket incident, the stunning twenty-five year-old yielded to her attacker grudgingly. Candy knees nudged apart reluctantly, but a triangle of space gradually formed beneath her pelvis. 




Natural Born Fucker Pt. 02 Ch. 01



When Chuck was satisfied that her knees were far enough apart, he poked and prodded deeply for a minute or two, before extracting his two fingers from her moist hot-pot to bring to the girl's lips. "Good girl! Now lick up your juices!" 

Her ordeal was getting worse and worse, but again Candy didn't think she had any option but to submit to the lusty man. After all, they had already put their dicks in her mouth! Opening her lips, Chuck swiftly stuffed his sticky fingers into the girl. Candy slurped loudly and twirled her nimble tongue as well, playing along with him. 

The big man let out a heartfelt groan. "You're such a smoking little sex-pot! You know that, don't you? Now - lift your arms over your head. That's right! Now let your hair down!" 

Candy did as she was told. The blonde had looked like the world's hottest librarian (even if she didn't have on a pair of sexy eyeglasses), but once she unclasped the tight bun behind her head, she looked like the world's hottest porn star. Her lustrous platinum locks unloosed like a waterfall of shimmering pale-gold waves, stopping just past the middle of her back. 

Joe and Manny whistled in appreciation. 

"Now that's a prime piece of ass!" noted Joe. 

"What are you waiting for, boys?" sniggered Chuck. "Have at her!" 

They horny duo didn't need to be told twice. Falling to their knees to the left and right of Candy's, they began molesting her ripe, voluptuous body with energetic zeal. Joe was a breast and ass man, so he most of his time with one hand squeezing Candy's plump tits and another hand fondling her succulent ass-cheeks. Manny, on the other hand, spent his time chiefly poking around inside the girl's red-hot pussy, stroking her smooth cunt-lips or dipping some exploratory fingers up her tender love-hole. 

The cameras caught all of the action, of course, with Miles directing the cameramen quite professionally. Miles changed camera views whenever a better angle presented itself. He spoke quietly to the cameramen via headsets so that they knew what to capture. The main strategy was to ensure that whatever went out live over the airwaves made Candy Struthers look really, really smutty. 

And things were going just as planned. Candy was front and center on the soundstage. On the monitors to her left stood Joe, who heartlessly pinched her nipples to the point that the blonde had to howl out in pain. To Candy's right was Manny, who had three fingers rapidly pumping in and out of her snatch, his hand a blur, making her entire body shudder with his intense vaginal violation. 

They stopped before she climaxed, and Candy honestly didn't know if that was a good or bad thing. Next the dirty pair began running their hands all over her nubile figure - so ripe, lush, and scrumptious! - until the young woman couldn't help but wail out helplessly at their brutal treatment. At some point - Candy didn't know when, exactly - Chuck positioned himself behind her and joined in on the fun, but before he did anything he made the girl place her hands behind her head, her elbows up in the air, as if they were performing a strip-search. 

And search her they did. Three pairs of large hands ransacked her incredibly curvaceous figure, plundering her priceless wares like thieves, only instead of robbing Candy in the middle of the night, they were doing so very much in public, much to her chagrin. They pinched, fondled, and molested her all over until she felt incredibly sensitive and sore. It was utterly humiliating and Candy felt close to tears - her debasement was happening again! 

Her clitoris didn't fare much better, which was rubbed, stroked, and agitated beyond what Candy was used to, and the things they did to her pussy was even worse. Joe, Manny and Chuck never coordinated with one another - their fingers simply plunged into Candy's illicit orifice whenever they chose to, a flurry of thick digits that crammed and twirled inside of her outrageously. At times all three bastards had their fingers up the blonde's cunt - three fingers, sometimes four, or even more! - digging in knuckle-deep in order to coil and twist about. Candy's squelching, quivering twat became a fleshy pink meat-hold designed only for their pleasure. They didn't give a shit about Candy - their only concern was to gratify their own base desires and to leave the twenty-five year-old in a state of turmoil. 

Candy stared into the cameras that were pointed in her direction with her hands lifted behind her neck, accepting whatever abuse that was thrown her way. Her gorgeous features divulged her agonized despair by an adorably furrowed brow, plus a plump bottom lip that she bit cutely. She still had on her only piece of real clothing, her grey business jacket, but it was useless with her arms lifted up in the air which caused the front to remain open and fully displayed her bare torso. There wasn't much left to the imagination as her three assailants had their way with her voluptuous body. 

"Smoothest pussy I've ever felt!" Manny disclosed. 

"What a set of tits!" cried Joe. 

"You should feel her asshole!" said Chuck. "It's fucking tight!" 

That was all the invitation Joe and Manny needed, and they also began using their fingers to toy her Candy's first-class anus. The pair heartily agreed with their leader, finding the golden blonde's ass a scorching orifice of enchantment: it was tiny, tight, and slick - yet when filled up and stretched wide, it became oh-so responsive. Because she was still facing the cameras, no one watching on their televisions could see what was taking place. However, her spectators could definitely watch the effect the trio's anal manipulations were having on the girl. Candy's face became even more despondent, even more distressed, and her brilliant blue eyes - usually so large, cute, and lively - filled with despair. Her jaw dropped open, and her lips curled into a captivating O-shape. 

It didn't take much to imagine what Candy was feeling, especially with three cruel thugs with their restless hands behind her, chuckling away as they fondled the young woman to their hearts content. 

Their fingers were punishingly brutal, assaulting her asshole with deep malicious spite. And they weren't slow about it, after stretching her anal-sphincter wide, the men finger-fucked her delicate ass until Candy's entire body trembled at the attack. Over the course of a few minutes of deep probing in her anal-cavern, the girl's throaty moans grew louder and louder. 

"Let's get this jacket off of you," muttered Chuck. 

He literally ripped Candy's jacket apart at the seams, easily transforming the once-reserved, buttoned-up beauty to her most natural state. She was naked with breasts, ass, and pussy bared. The only thing Candy still had on were her lacy black garter-belt, sexy black thigh-high stockings, and her pair of black leather ankle boots with four-inch heels. Next, Chuck grasped the back of Candy's neck and spun her around, so that she faced the back of the studio. Her dazzling teenage ass-cheeks were presented to the cameras, and she looked absolutely gorgeous. Chuck then pushed her face to the floor. The blonde's huge boobs were mashed underneath her, and all she knew was that her predicament was even more demeaning than before; she was on her knees with her ass sticking up in the air, and everyone could see her genitals in full, vivid detail. 

Then the three cohorts showed the cameras what had not been shown before, which was how they had mistreated America's favorite ex-newscaster's poor, defenseless anus. Candy did have the loveliest rosebud asshole, velvety smooth skin surrounding a sphincter that was the perfect shade of pink that not even the men manhandling her could make ugly. It was their ugliness - the contrast of their crass, rough physical exploitation of the young woman - that made Candy's torment that much more notorious and perverse. But it also made the entire ordeal extraordinarily and indecently stimulating, on so many levels. 

They slapped her supple, heart-shaped ass-cheeks soundly, which rippled delectably with each and every hard smack. They stuffed their fingers into her rectum deep and thoroughly, going knuckle-deep into her most sinful orifice, before coming out again. Of course they then had to jab their fingers back in afterwards. They finger-fucked her asshole as violently as they could, and to top things off, they worked as a group every now and again to pull at her tiny sphincter, stretching it wider in three directions, until it was wrenched open for the camera to focus on so that the home audience could peer into her lurid abyss. 

"Damn, what a hot bitch!" said Manny. 

Joe chuckled. "I can't wait till we fuck this bitch in the ass! We're gonna tear her in two!" 

"Oh my God..." whimpered Candy, helpless to the whims of her attackers. 

"Get up! On your knees, slut!" ordered Chuck brusquely. 

Candy followed the man's command instantly, glad to have her asshole freed of the three men's fingers. But she knew that they were not done yet - not by a long shot. 

Chuck made the girl face the camera once more before Joe, Manny, and him stepped in close. Miles told one of the cameramen to zoom in close to Candy's face, in order to capture the pitiful expressions on her face. She was on her knees, nude, and surrounded by a trio of sick bastards with impressive erections. By then the three men had all undressed; Joe and Manny had shoes on plus shoulder-holsters with their pistols equipped, while Chuck wore his shoes and also his bomb-vest. 

No one was going to be storming into the studio any time soon. 

"Time to finish what you started, cunt!" said Chuck intimidatingly. "Suck off our dicks like a good little slut! 

"Don't like to suck cocks!?" chortled Joe. "We're gonna wash your lying mouth with our cum!" 

The exquisite blonde knelt there for a few moments, completely in despair, and looked up at her assaulters with pleading eyes. Her eyes were radiant, sparkling pools of sapphire, intended to pierce the hearts of men. However, Chuck and his friends were cold-hearted bastards; instead of mercy, Candy found only indifference to her plight in their icy eyes. 

She groaned softly at her dilemma, but saw no other option but to give them all head. The upsetting thing was that none of the men's erections had softened even a little bit since she had them in her mouth last. This worried Candy, because it meant that they were horny, hard, and ready for a night of action. 

Starting off with Chuck, the blonde took his large ten-inch manhood and licked away salaciously. All three of them gathered around her even closer so that their cocks poked and prodded her pretty features. Candy's tongue was nimble and talented, always knowing which area of a penis to lash away at quickly, and where to linger and swirl about devilishly, in order to make a man cringe in pleasure. 

In her heart, and over the past year, Candy had always known that she was a natural born cock-sucker. She just never wanted to admit it... 

Chuck took hedonistic delight with Candy's blistering blowjob. The way that the blonde used her lips and her tongue, along with her wicked suction, was incredibly gratifying. Candy, on the other hand, had some difficulty with the size of his package. She was much too tiny, and Chuck's dick was much too large. However, the lovely blonde was able to get over almost the entire shaft down her hatch, sucking him down her gargling throat with grunt-inducing discomfort. It was satisfying for Chuck, and he pumped his hips back and forth in order to stab way past the back of Candy's sore throat over and over again. 

With Joe, who went next, it was even more challenging for Candy to blow, due to its extra one-inch length. One inch might not seem like a lot, but going from ten-inches to eleven-inches meant more agonized throat stretching. The young woman's groans became more pained and piercing, and her struggles more evident, because she couldn't swallow as much as she could with Chuck's. Still, Joe had no compassion for the girl, pounding away just as coarsely as Chuck had with his big black cock, battering Candy's plump lips and throat for his own selfish gratification. 

But the first two men were cakewalks compared to Manny. The Hispanic man's twelve-inch monster was larger than his two partners-in-crime. It was also larger than Carl Allen's cock, which was Candy's first taste of monster cock. Manny had, in fact, the biggest erection that Candy had ever seen in the flesh. Yes, the blonde had sucked it just earlier, but when it breached her lips again, she found that she wasn't fully prepared for it. The man's sausage was like a gigantic slab of beef being shoved down her throat unwillingly, forcing her jaws apart to the point of breaking. Her throat felt incredibly strained from the huge hunk of salty meat, demanding so much more from her than the other two men, but she was somehow able to get three-quarters of it down her esophagus. After a solid few minutes of throat-fucking, the back of Candy's throat was aching and sore. 

"UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!!" the young blonde let out muffled grunts of dismay as she was used like a complete whore in public. 

Then it became a free-for-all. Candy was made to deep-throat all three cocks, going from one to the next, performing a nasty show of fellatio for the millions of people watching at home. The three men made sure that they stood in spots that wouldn't hide their talented cock-sucker from view, ensuring that the cameramen were able to get some spicy and revealing footage. It was rough and raw; the gorgeous little blonde took whichever huge cock that was closest to her lips - and all three were fighting for her oral attentions - and spent no longer than a minute on it before moving onto the next available dick. 

After a while, Candy had to engage both hands as well, gripping two shafts at once so that she could fist them wildly as she continued sucking one cock in her mouth. She had to use all the tools at her disposal. The stunning blonde varied her oral technique as well - at times kissing, slurping, and licking away at the trio of enormous meat-shafts, and other times going down as deep as she could, swallowing their hugeness and getting as much down her throat as she possibly could. 

Having opened Pandora's Box, Candy responded in the only way she knew how, and that was to suck ferociously on her assailant's erections. She reasoned that if the three men climaxed sooner, it meant her torment would end sooner as well. 

The young blonde spat large gobs of spit onto the cocks she was fellating. It wasn't her choice, however, as the threesome receiving head suggested she do so. Chuck, Joe, and Manny also assisted Candy by spitting down on their shafts as well, adding to the messy splooge of spit-smeared dick that was quickly becoming Candy's entire world. Before long her bare breasts and thighs became slick and wet from droplets and streams of saliva dribbling down all over her. However, she never paused or quailed from her duties. Instead, Candy re-doubled her efforts, her grunts increasing along with the squelching, fleshy sounds of cock hitting the back of her mouth. 

All Candy could see, and think, and taste, was cock. Cock, cock, and more cock. They were hugely menacing. They were dark and black, ridged with bulging veins, throbbing with the pulse of her tormentors, and dripping with their combined drool and sweat. Their bulbous tips poked her in the face and eyes. They smacked her cheeks lewdly. They forced their way past her glossy lips over and over again. 

Candy thought she would go mad from it all. How long had she been sucking cock? How long had the awful deep-throating gone on for? How much longer could she last? 

The oral sex session had gone on no longer than fifteen minutes, but to Candy it felt like an eternity. The cocks she was blowing were gargantuan! Yet to everyone watching, Candy somehow handled all three men's carnal, beast-like urges with aplomb. It seemed miraculous, but somehow when Candy took those vile erections into her mouth, she transformed the perverse act into something pleasing and enjoyable - an angelic, heavenly creature performing deplorable deeds. 

It became too much for the three criminals on the receiving end of Candy's talented lips, especially since they had abstained from any type of sex or masturbation for the past week. And even though they were forcing her to suck their dicks, she had done an incredibly wonderful job. Joe was the first man to blow his wad. The big black man gasped and held onto the ex-newscasters head with one hand, clasped his cock with the other, and then jerked his load into Candy's open mouth. After the first unexpected shot of cum, she closed her mouth instinctively. This only made Joe angry, and in an act of inspired vindictiveness, he placed the tip of his dick-head right against her nostrils, shooting his second spurt of semen straight up Candy's nostrils. 

That caused a scene. Candy's nostrils and nasal cavity became flooded with gooey jism when that second spurt unloaded into her, and since she was already in the process of inhaling, the end result was an extreme sense of drowning in cum. There was a short struggle as Candy panicked, her eyes bulging in shock and anger, but Joe knew that the blonde would pull away from him and was ready with one hand to hold her head in place. She breathed it in and it flushed down her wind-pipe, which in turn made her open her mouth. For a split-second Candy coughed out Joe's cock-juice, before the man stuffed his dick between her lips once more, shooting his third load of gunk in the process. This caused the blonde to stop in mid-breath and then take in a deep breath with her nostrils. 

This only made things worse as semen from her nostrils surged back down her windpipe. Of course, the battered, gasping, and out of breath beauty had no choice but to let out the nasty fluids going down the wrong pipes. But with Joe rinsing the insides of her mouth with his cock-hose, the only other outlet was through Candy's nostrils. Instead of going in, however, hot bubbly sperm shot out. 

Candy didn't know if she was coming or going. All of the juice cum had overpowered her senses - the salty, bitter taste, the pungent stench, and the glutinous, slimy feel - and for a few minutes ejaculate became her entire world. She swallowed it - sloshing it down her throat desperately. She breathed it - but it got into her lungs and spilled out of her nose, crushing her sense of smell completely. Then she stopped fighting back, realizing how vicious and unrelenting the gang had turned out to be. Even though the young blonde felt like she was being submerged in cum, Candy forlornly took Joe's abuse until he finished depositing his seventh load of steamy semen into her mouth; she either ingested it if she was lucky, or she let it spill out of her nostrils miserably. 

When Joe pulled his dick from Candy's mouth, she anxiously took in deep, watery lungful's of air. It sounded as if she were waterlogged. The gorgeous lass sucked in air, gulped down any leftover sperm, and wiped away the dribbles of white goo that trickled down the corners of her lips to her chin or that seeped out of her nostrils. She tried to recover as fast as she could, knowing that the next load of ejaculate would come at any second. Chuck stood in front of the miserable blonde, feverishly jacking his ten-incher off with one hand, close to orgasm. Candy was in a mild panic, gulping in huge amounts of air and clearing out her nasal passageways to prepare for what she knew would be a torrential deluge of semen directed her way. 

"Shit - I'm cumming!" Chuck barked. "Are you ready for me, bitch!!" 

She wasn't ready. When Chuck came, he blasted a wretched amount of cock-juice at Candy, fully saturating the girl's gullet. One moment Candy was breathing in deeply, and the next thing she knew Chuck had slipped his dick between her lips and was rinsing her mouth with his cum. To top things off, the bastard pinched her nostrils together, which meant the blonde had no other option then to gulp down hastily, swallowing as much of the nasty cum as possible. 




Natural Born Fucker Pt. 02 Ch. 01



It was either consume the semen or drown in it. 

She performed as well as any distressed harlot would have in those conditions, but after four huge surges of sperm flooded down her cum-guzzling esophagus, it became too much. Candy needed to breath, but since her nasal passageway was blocked the fifth load became lodged in her throat, some of it spilling into her lungs. The young woman began freaking out, but fortunately Chuck released her nostrils at the very last moment. However, that never really helped Candy because it only allowed an immense volume of frothy jizz to escape from her nostrils. 

Thick creamy semen sputtered everywhere, even as Chuck withdrew his dick from her mouth. The large man had dumped six huge loads down Candy's mouth, but while most of it she had ingested, lots of it came back out of her mouth and nose. Unfortunately, some of the studio cameras caught all this in vivid, close-up detail. The infamous ex-newscaster stared helplessly back at the cameras, knowing how debauched her ordeal must have appeared, and what a cum-stained mess she must have looked like at that particular moment. 

And her nightmare wasn't even over yet! 

Manny fondled his massive python, waiting for his two friends to complete delivering their loads. The Hispanic man gripped his giant prick with both hands, one hand stroking the long shaft as the other rubbed and teased the swollen knob on top. Candy was a mess; it was clear she was staggered by what had just occurred, with the lower half of her pretty face slathered and smeared with the cum of two men. But she also still looked smoking hot and Manny yearned to paint her face white. 

"Open your mouth, cunt!" snarled Manny. "You're going to swallow everything I give you, got it!?" 

When Candy nodded and opened her lips wide, speechless and obediently, it was exactly what the man craved. Manny enjoyed taking haughty bitches like Candy and then crush them with his twelve-inch erection, so that they knew what being fucked truly felt like. Unlike his buddies, Manny stood about a foot away from the kneeling blonde. But it was as close as he needed to get, because when he came it was as if he were shooting explosive volleys of semen at his distressed target's direction. 

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Manny roared. 

Candy was pelted by round after round of what felt like high-velocity rounds, her head jerking backwards at the force of what could only be described as bullets of sperm. Thick gushes of cum hit the gorgeous blonde's face, repeatedly, eight loads in all. Manny wasn't really a good shot given that he was aiming for Candy's mouth. One shot the girl straight in the eye, the other on the nose, and others on her cheeks and forehead. A couple of shots did land in the bulls-eye between her lips, which she gulped down - eagerly! - grateful for at least not being forced to gag or be congested with an overload of cock-juice down her throat. Cum splattered everywhere in a wide radius - plastering her hair, neck, and bare breasts. 

But eventually the shotgun blasts of cum originating from Manny's dick had to end. The man had an ecstatic expression of joy on his ugly mug. "Fuck! You're such a nasty cunt!" 

The pungent tang of three men's semen overloaded Candy's senses. The salty taste, the slimy feel, and the musky, heavy smell of ejaculate clung to the young woman's nose, tongue, and face. She licked her lips and then swallowed as much of the awful fluids that lingered in her mouth as best she could, but there were still bits clogging her nasal passageway. And of course Manny had drenched her face with his sticky splooge, which slowly dribbled down her pretty features. One of Candy's eyes was shut tight and covered with jizz, white frothy bubbles dripping down her long, lush eyelashes. With her one open eye, Candy gazed up at her tormentors with a glimmer of hope. 

"Please! Please - you've made your point!" begged Candy. "I'm a cock-sucking whore! Everyone knows that now! Please let me go now!!" 

The young blonde looked pitiful and vulnerable, kneeling on the floor naked as her attackers surrounded her. What distressed Candy most was that their cocks hadn't softened. They were just as stiff as before they climaxed. She trembled in fear as the three men responded by smiling gleefully. 

Chuck grinned ominously. "Let you go? Darling - we're just going started!" 

(end of Ch. 01)



Natural Born Fucker Pt. 02 Ch. 02



They made her eat up all the leftover cum on her face. Most of it was from Manny, so he ended up being the one who used the tip of his giant cock to scrape his jizz over Candy's face into her waiting lips as she meekly gulped down whatever was fed to her. Over and over he did this, until he had finished cleaning up her face of cum so that her countenance was once again recognizable as America's most notorious ex-newscaster. 

The trio's leader, Chuck, looked into one of the camera's and cackled gleefully. "If you've just joined us now, we're live in the studio with the lovely Candy Struthers, continuing our in-depth interview!" 

The camera jerked downwards to capture the beautiful twenty-five year-old blonde, on her knees, dealing with three humungous erections vying for her oral attentions. Candy's face was wet and glazed from the remnants of three men's ejaculate, and there were still droplets and dollops of cum on her hair and voluptuous body below. Her magnificent D-cup breasts had received a fair amount of semen, and the nasty fluid drizzled down her cleavage wonderfully. Other than her garter-belt, sexy thigh-high stocking, and ankle boots which were all black - Candy was completely nude. She had endured a marathon oral sex session with the three men before her, and because of that her gorgeous, petite figure gleamed and was beaded with sweat. 

"Mmmmmhhhhhhh mmmhhhhhhmmm!!" Candy moaned. 

It wasn't much of an interview if one counted the words actually spoken. However, with three enormous dicks fighting to get into her mouth, Candy had more disconcerting things to worry about than forming an actual sentence. Sometimes the three men worked together and placed all three of their dicks in front of Candy, their tips touching one another so that all she had to do was open her shiny pink lips and smother all three helmets in one sinful motion. Not all three cock-heads were able to fit inside her mouth, but her succulent lips stretched over them enough so that her talented tongue nimbly danced and lashed them all at once. 

Other times the men fought over Candy's mouth, battering each other and her lips in order to skewer her orally. Some deep-throating took place, but the platinum blonde beauty was unable to fully go down on their erections like before; ten-inches, eleven-inches, and twelve-inches were just too overwhelming for diminutive beauty to handle. But the trio of assailants were just preparing themselves for a new approach to abuse Candy. 

She knew it in her heart. 

"So Miss Struthers - now that we've established that you do give blowjobs, and that you are in fact a supremely talented cock-sucker, how about we move onto the next level?" said Chuck condescendingly. 

Those words had the blonde flushing red in shame. Meanwhile, Joe and Manny had stepped back as well, so that the interview could go on uninterrupted. Also, by removing their dicks from Candy's mouth, it helped everyone focus on the conversation. 

"The - the next level?" repeated Candy hesitantly. "What do you mean?" 

Chuck laughed in disdain. "The slut acts like she's not a slut - I love it! Let's talk about fucking, Candy! Pure hard fucking! I'm talking about fucking you in your hot little pussy! Do you enjoy it? Do you like men fucking you hard and fast!?" 

Candy bit her lip in dismay. She didn't know how to respond, or what else was up the man's sleeves, but she decided to still play it innocent. He couldn't know everything about her life in the past year, could he? "I - I don't know what you're talking about -" 

"HA! You're a lying cunt! Are you saying you haven't had sex since the Nantucket incident?" 

Chuck was practically shouting at her, his manner mocking and derisive. This had Candy shriveling back in fright and dread. She had had sex - lots of it, in fact. How much did Chuck know? He had been able to get the video of her group blowjob, after all... 

Noting her distracted contemplation, Chuck decided it was time to drop his bombshell. "America deserves the truth! Miles - run the tape!" 

Flustered, Candy glanced over at a nearby monitor that had just switched from the live studio feed to a recorded feed, taken from the nearby video station that Chuck's other companion was working on and controlling the entire broadcast. There was a fade from black to sudden color, and it was clear that it wasn't the beginning of the recording but cut to the middle. 

It showed an orgiastic gang-bang, the center of attention in the recording being a gorgeous young blonde on her hands and knees. Roughly ten or twelve horny men, faces blurred, surrounded the girl in a circle as she bore the brunt of their depraved lusts. A bunch crowded around her face and ass with their cocks fighting for her mouth, and another bunch fighting to fuck her pussy. 

The blonde was taking in dicks two at a time, skewered from the front and behind. Her lusty lovers feverishly pounded into both her orifices, with little regard to the woman, but it didn't appear that she was complaining anyways. She took each cock given to her with great relish, eagerly deep-throating anything pressed against her plump lips, or squealing in appreciation whenever a new cock entered her from behind. The men slapped her ass, gripped her tiny waist and fucked her brutally hard, or gripped her head tightly so to make her go down on them all the way, while the blonde took all the abuse in stride. 

In fact, due to her whimpers of approval, it seemed that she was really enjoying her time with the boys. It certainly didn't appear as if she shied away from any of the dicks shoved in her face, hungrily taking them in her mouth. As the video played on, the woman even climaxed once, her hips and ass thrashing about as her groans grew louder and louder, culminating into screams of delight. 

Even with a cock stuck in her mouth, her words were easily deciphered. "UNGH!! YYESTH!! YYESTH!! YYESTH!! YYESTH!! YYESTH!! FFUCKTH MEE HARTHER!!" 

Then she squealed shrilly in erotica bliss, cumming ferociously hard, her slim yet voluptuous body thrashing about in pleasure. At that point the cameraman for the recording moved in closer to the girl, zooming in on her face. From a distance the woman with a dozen dicks pointing at her had indeed looked like Candy, but some might argue that there was room to dispute that fact. Up close, however, it was indisputable that the blonde was indeed Candy Struthers. 

The real live Candy Struthers let out a distraught moan then. How had Chuck gotten his hands on that recording? It was supposed to have been private. Once more the man had put Candy into a corner - how was she going to talk her way out of the situation now? 

The feed had cut off the recording and returned to the live coverage in the studio. During that time, Joe and Manny had pulled Candy onto her feet and held onto her arms, standing on each side of her. She appeared tiny, defenseless, and - since she was nude - very vulnerable next to the two hulking criminals. 

"Well - what do you have to say for yourself, Miss Struthers?" asked Chuck with a leering grin. "That seemed like a lot dicks you were taking on! Dick after dick after dick after dick!!" 

"I - I - oh my God! I don't know!" stuttered Candy in agitation. "Well - uh - what that is - ummm -" 

"Fuck this lying bitch!!" exclaimed Manny. 

"Yeah - let's fuck her!" agreed Joe. 

Chuck also nodded his head in approval. The leader of the trio pulled a nearby stool and placed it right in center stage, while Candy watched in horror and dread. Meanwhile, Manny had his fingers up her asshole and Joe's were inside her pussy - they toyed with her two lower holes and she knew that it was only the beginning of her journey. As the petite girl squirmed in her captor's hands, Chuck patted the top of the stool. 

"Please have a seat, Candy! We'll continue our interview from here!" he said. 

The stool had a round seat and was backless. It was high, but not quite as high as a regular bar stool. However, the five-foot, three-inch beauty had step on the footrest to climb to sit on it regardless. Since the stool was backless, Candy carefully sat on it demurely, her rump fully planted on the metal seat, legs crossed, and spine straight. If she wasn't naked, the blonde might have appeared quite normal sitting in that manner. 

"Something's not quite right..." murmured Chuck. 

The well-endowed trio gazed at Candy in contemplation and then shook their heads. Then they surrounded her and positioned her to their liking. The next thing she knew, Candy's sexy ass was hanging off the side of the seat, while her upper torso was pushed down to her lap so that her massive melons mashed down against her knees. Her new seating arrangement looked deplorably wicked, especially after Chuck positioned himself behind the girl with his jutting erection pointed straight at her cunt. 

He glanced at his two comrades. "Let's teach this lying bitch a lesson!" 

Without any notice Chuck slammed his stiff ten-inch sausage deep into Candy's pussy, balls-deep, grunting intensely. The ex-journalist had a wonderful mouth, but her pussy was heavenly! In the meantime, even though her three assailants had toyed with her pussy with their fingers and made her nicely moist and wet down there, she wasn't prepared for a full-on attack like that. Candy let loose an ear-splitting screech at the sudden sensation of a bloated, fully-stretched vagina. One moment her slit was empty, and a second later her vaginal walls were enlarged and filled, against her will. 

Candy was being raped again on national television! 

"Oh no - no - no - no - no!!" she whined in despair. 

But the young blonde found no mercy in her captors. Chuck fucked her with long, forceful thrusts that plowed through her pink fleshy innards, piercing her snatch good and deep. The leader of the group had one hand on her hip and another on her neck, pushing the girl down against the stool as he rammed his fuck-stick into her violently, over and over again. Each thrust made a noisy smacking sound, luridly vulgar, that also ensured her luscious rump rippled from the movement. Just two minutes of vigorous pounding left the lovely blonde gasping and squealing out at the mistreatment. 

And then Chuck spun Candy around on the stool. Joe and Manny were also there, encircling the girl and waiting for their turn. Joe stopped the spinning as Candy's ass neared him, and he eagerly harpooned her teeny twat with his eleven-inch hard-on in one swift jab, also going all the way down into the unfortunate lass. Candy screamed out again, overwhelmed and overpowered. Like Chuck, Joe proceeded to fuck the diminutive stunner with all his energy and drive, with his hips bucking back and forth wildly. The big black man was unforgiving in his manner, raping the girl without any concern other than his own desires to entirely desecrate the beautiful woman. 

After a few minutes of hard fucking, Joe spun the stool again so that Manny would have his turn. Knowing what was coming, Candy whimpered softly and tried getting off of the stool. Manny wasn't having any of that, so he pinned her down much like Chuck had and then shoved his gigantic twelve-inch boner into the girl's taut pussy as hard as he could. They both grunted out simultaneously, but it was Candy's eyes that bulged out from their sockets. The Hispanic's erection was enormous! It not only stretched her wider than anything she had experienced before, it was actually difficult to slide into her pussy! Candy sobbed and sputtered - as spittle dribbled from her lips down onto her chin - in agony, but Manny was relentless in his drive to fuck her up. Inch and tortuous inch he entered her, forcing his way in, sinking deeper and deeper down her vaginal depths. 

She fought him - or more exactly her vagina fought the huge cock. But it was useless. The rigid torpedo plunged deeper into Candy's carnal orifice, until it felt like she was being split-apart at the seams. Manny's meat-shaft hit cavernous parts deep within Candy's womb that she never knew existed before. She had never felt so full of cock before. And when the man's erection was entirely inside of her cunt, she looked back at him over her shoulder in complete incredulity and shock. 

Candy was impaled on the entirety of Manny's foot-long manhood. 

There were stunned gasps emanating from the sitting hostages as well, and most likely many more unheard gasps from viewers watching from home across the country. The ex-newscaster looked so petite and tiny. How could she take that monstrous piece of meat inside of her in all its lewd glory? Yet somehow it had happened. Manny had a perverted, shit-eating grin on his face, while there was only anguish plastered over Candy's picture-perfect features. And that was before he began fucking her.  

"AAAAAAHHHHH!! AAAAAAHHHHH!! AAAAAAHHHHH!! AAAAAAHHHHH!! AAAAAAHHHHH!! AAAAAAHHHHH!!" Candy shrieked, unable to control herself. 

Manny absolutely hammered the poor lass with his impressive twelve-inches of cock. Every thick inch dug deep into Candy's cunt, stirring her sizzling vaginal innards up so much that her frothy, extra-creamy sauce sputtered out of her cunt like a leaky faucet. Her honey-juices worked overtime, as did her vocal chords, wailing out with each gut-wrenching pounding. The man battered her insides, rubbing and hitting places deep inside of her, and generally turned Candy into a mewling, incoherent mess. 

But they had only fucked for three minutes. There was much more sex to be had. 

After that Candy's trio of rapists took turns assaulting her pussy with their battering rams. They each fucked her for a few minutes and then spun her on the stool for the next man to take the girl. Candy had no other option but to take their abuse - she clung to the edge of the stool seat with a white-knuckled grip, while simultaneously gritting her teeth, thinking to herself that it would soon be over. However, the horny bastards took their time. Giving the girl over to a comrade meant that the remaining two could take a breather, but Candy had no such luck; her part in the lewd game was to receive a relentlessly brutal dicking with no resting time, no pause, and no end to her misery. 

Each man fucked her hard and fast, but they never came themselves. Candy, on the other hand, climaxed a number of times. She couldn't help it - the colossal cocks that defiled her overly-strained slit had complete control over her, and when her orgasms came, they hit her swiftly, with almost no warning. Each time the blonde climaxed her creamy muffin spat out a good volume of its sex-juices, and it didn't take long until her the stool seat was dripping with her cum. 

And still her assailants hadn't come. 

To speed things up, Chuck and his crew implemented some cock-sucking into the proceedings. As the cameras continued to roll on, Candy was obliged to swallow a humungous, pussy-drenched meat-stick for good measure. Two cocks crammed into her, skewering from both ends like a spit-roasted pig. She felt like a pig, her muffled squeals pealing out from her stuffed lips like she imagined a hog would do at a slaughtering plant. 

Candy was fucked fully and thoroughly. Saliva dripped to the floor from the feverish deep-throating she was forced to endure, as did her pussy-juices from her cunt. Her assailants frequently spun her around, eager to fuck her face and her snatch as much as could. The taste of her own pussy became entirely too familiar to Candy, as did the flavor of each man's penis, even though she had spit-shined all three of them quite exhaustively by that time. There was a sense that the mood in the studio had shifted quite subtlety over since the sex had started, and it made Candy despondent; her 'performance' was too good, and she detected that her studio audience was beginning to turn against her. After all, she had already climaxed three times while being raped on that stool! 

Despair and gloom overtook the young woman. Candy didn't know exactly how long she was fucked, but it felt like over an hour - she couldn't have guess only twenty minutes had passed! When her rapists began spilling their seed into her, she might have been elated if she didn't suspet they had more devilish plans for her. Joe was the first to blow his wad, porking the exquisite blonde madly from behind and bestowing upon her tiny twat the entirety of his meat-shaft. It was the present that kept on giving, because the big black cock pulsed and throbbed excitedly, before finally releasing six massive loads deep within Candy's womb. Joe let out a hardy grunt, the expression on his face full of hedonistic wonder - the girl's pussy was just that awesome! 

"OH FUCK YES!! Take that, you whore!!" 

Since there was still a rigid organ pumping in and out of her mouth at that time, all Candy could manage was a half-hearted, muffled cry in reaction, wiggling her derriere cutely as she the sensation of boiling cum filled her cunt up to the brim, even as Joe kept on fucking her. Only once he had unloaded all of his ejaculate into Candy did Joe fully withdraw, allowing Chuck to go from the blonde's mouth and then into her sloppy pussy. A flood of white frothy cock-juice spilled out of Candy's snatch and splashed onto the floor below, which was all caught by the cameras. 

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH -" 

Candy howled in anguish, partly because the previous cock inside her convulsing pussy was already so quickly replaced by another one, but also because her assailants never, ever gave her a chance to rest. However, the platinum blonde's cries were cut short by Manny interjecting his schlong into her wide open mouth, once more forced to suck on his most prized possession. She shot the Hispanic man a venomous look in her eyes, because his erection was the hardest to blow; it was like taking on two beer cans stacked on top of one another, and it made her jaws ache terribly. 

It was like a game of dominoes - once one man came, the others followed swiftly after that. Candy's extremely tight fuck-hole, combined with the slippery semen sloshing inside of it, was such a lewd sensation of that Chuck couldn't hold himself back any longer. He also experienced a fantastic orgasm, discharging load after load of his thick sperm into the girl's slick love-tunnel. Chuck didn't pull his wiener out until he, too, delivered all of his nasty fluids deep inside Candy's squishy innards, causing another torrent of frothy white jism to spill out and splash luridly onto the floor. 

Then it was the moment everyone was waiting for with bated breath. Manny spun Candy on the stool around so that her rear-end faced his monster cock, an arrogant grin on his face. He slapped his dick right between her sumptuous ass-cheeks, the smack of his stiff shaft resonating loudly against Candy's softer, tenderer female flesh. The twelve-inch atrocity looked absolutely obscene next to the blonde's tiny, perfectly shaped teenage ass. Candy trembled in distress as Manny leisurely positioned the round tip of his dick against her vaginal orifice. When he ruthlessly slammed it in, the poor blonde screeched out uncontrollably. 

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" 

He assaulted Candy with deep, pounding thrusts of cock, relentless and merciless like a machine. The piston action of his hips was so powerful that the frothy cum still trapped inside the young woman's vaginal-tunnels came gushing out in spurts, globular white streams and droplets shooting outwards that spattered onto Candy's or Manny's thighs, or out in the air in wide arcs that landed quite a distance away from the pair. It was quite a shocking moment caught on camera: the stool squeaked under the strain of the two-hundred and twenty pound, six-five hulk fucking the much tinier beauty, all in high-definition quality, destined to be uploaded onto the internet and downloaded onto millions of more computers in the very near future. 




Natural Born Fucker Pt. 02 Ch. 02



It was a blistering round of sex - raw and explicit and totally hardcore - for the viewers at home, but mostly for Candy. Twelve rigid inches churned her vagina up, split her in two, pounding and battering her insides like nothing before ever had. She was filled up, completely, again and again. The blonde stunner gripped the stool beneath her for dear life, bellowing out bloodcurdling screams that she could no longer control. Luckily it only took a few minutes for Manny to climax. Having a gorgeous minx squirm and squeal frenziedly because of his mighty dicking was as marvelous to behold as it was to experience, and Candy's slit clamped down on his erection tightly to the point he had difficulty thrusting into her. 

But resistance was futile, and the bastard raped the beautiful young woman until they both came, simultaneously. The pair screeched out in pleasure, Candy's already spastic cunt gone into overdrive. Meanwhile, Manny buried his schlong as deep as he could within the blonde, determined to fill her to the brim with his dirty jism. 

There was so much cum! Candy's overwhelming orgasm kept her occupied as Manny deposited his loads deep into her, pulling out slowly so that he would paint the girl's vaginal walls from end to end, all the way at the back of her womb, and then pulling back out to its entrance. Seven huge blasts of semen caused Candy's slim figure to quiver even more at the lurid feeling. That, and the fact that her tiny vagina literally couldn't contain all the ejaculate being poured into it - the oozing, slippery mess swiftly surging out of her pussy-lips, dripping down to the considerable puddle of cum that had collected underneath the girl on the floor. 

At last Manny, satisfied with his orgasm, withdrew out of Candy. "Shit! You're one hot bitch!" he exclaimed. 

She was a smoking hot bitch. But Candy was also a dazed and speechless bitch, overcome by the terrible turn of events. She felt crushed and conquered by the three men, even more so when they lined up in front of her and commanded her to clean their dicks off orally. Blushing prettily, Candy realized she was becoming their cum-dumpster! All three dicks required a significant amount of tongue-scrubbing, vacuum-sucking, and lip-smacking before they could be considered immaculate. They were smelly and dirty, smeared with vaginal-juices and the semen of three men. The taste was foul and awful, but the ex-journalist consumed every last drop of the nasty fluids she could get into her mouth, hungrily gulping away to show how obedient she was. 

Candy's heart fell when the cocks she cleaned kept their erect appearance, not wavering an once in rigidity or thickness, still heavy and swollen throughout her oral cleanup. With every lap of her tongue and slurp of her lips, Candy knew that another torrid round of rutting was about to occur, regardless of her wishes. 

True enough the three dreadful men craved anal sex with the unwilling beauty. Firstly, however, they swatted the stool aside and forced Candy to the floor, her plump lips pressed to the floor where all the cum that escaped her pussy had gathered in one great puddle. 

"Come on - don't be shy! Drink up all that yummy sperm!" snickered Chuck, as his two buddies watched on in amusement. 

One of the studio camera's had zoomed in close as per Miles' order, and America could see the angelic blonde on her hands and knees, stooped low, eating up all the filthy cum on the dirty floor. There was a copious amount to handle, but Candy had no choice but to suck up all the gooey jizz and gulp it down. It didn't take long before the floor was somewhat clean of semen, and Candy had a full stomach. The blonde angel licked her lips sourly - their cum had been really salty. 

Manny cackled evilly. "Did you like that, slut?" 

Her first reaction was to shake her head. "No!!" Candy said, before she could even stop herself. 

The blonde bit her lip in frustration, knowing that she had given answered an incorrect answer. She looked up at her assailants forlornly. Chuck gave Candy a threatening look. 

"I think you meant to say something like - 'it was yummy in my tummy!'" warned the leader of the small group. 

"YES!! YES!!" cried Candy eagerly. "I - I meant it was yummy in my tummy!!" 

All three men grinned at each other, entertained by their scrumptious captive. 

"Good girl!" said Chuck in encouragement. "Now - tell me if you like anal sex, sweet cheeks? Have you had anal sex since the Nantucket broadcast!?" 

"Anal sex!?" repeated the young woman nervously. 

She paused to think for a moment - it was obvious these men had taken the time to research and dig up dirt on her, and they had revealed some of that damning evidence already! Who knows what more they had on her? Candy decided that she had to come clean, since she had let lots of men fuck her in the ass since the Nantucket incident. But when it came time to admit it, Candy whispered it in a hushed voice, since it wasn't something she really wanted to admit to the whole world. 

"Y - yes! I - I have had anal sex this past year! I - I - oh God ... I do like being fucked in the ass!" she said sullenly. 

"She finally admits it!" cried Chuck gleefully. "Now I don't feel so bad about showing the audience this video!" 

That was the cue for Miles to interrupt the live feed to another video, this time of Candy getting banged from behind. There was an actual line-up behind her of at least ten men, all naked and sporting long erections. The men stroked their dicks as they waited for their turn to fuck the blonde. Meanwhile, Candy was having sex with one older gentleman whose dick looked pretty thick and big, but it was hard to tell since he in the middle of pounding the young beauty. 

In the video, Candy screeched "Fuck my ass hard!" over and over again. 

Chuck and his posse high-fived each other as if in victory. Candy, on the other hand, was infuriated. Had she done something to the three of them in the past? If so, she didn't have a clue as to what that something was. Why did they have such a hard-on for her? 

Then all three men laid down on the studio floor, lying next to each other side by side, with about a foot's width of space in-between them. None of their dicks had softened, and they all appeared engorged, hard, and awfully thick. 

"If you like getting fucked in the ass so much, why don't you sit on our peckers, baby!?" Chuck said menacingly. His tone was more of a commanding then a requesting. "Do us one at a time, darling!" 

Candy couldn't think of anything to say. She had no more witty responses or indignant rejoinders left to counter the man any longer. Letting out a sigh, the lovely blonde stepped over Chuck and his huge prick. The camera feed was back to showing the live studio feed, and the angle from the main front camera viewed the men's feet and legs, with their testicles visible as well. Everyone could see the slim beauty's apprehension as the enormity of Chuck's request fully hit her, but she slowly dropped down onto his cock. Her feet were still planted on the ground - Candy lowered her delicious booty until it contacted the round tip against her anal-sphincter, her knees wide apart and pointing upwards. That instant of contact had the tiny girl mewling out in concern. 

She gazed out into the camera and bit her bottom lip prettily. Her bright blue eyes looked wounded and upset. Then Candy sank even lower and breached her anus, unable to delay any further. An involuntary squeal escaped her lips even then; that first moment of dick penetrating her asshole always surprised Candy with a vicious stab of pain, a combination of throbbing ache and intense pleasure, like nothing else in the world. 

It was quite the sight to see as the beautiful ex-newscaster slid down on Chuck's gigantic meat-pole, inch-by-wicked-inch. Compared to the large man, Candy seemed terribly tiny and petite. How could such a diminutive young woman take that monster cock up her ass? Yet Candy proved to the world that she was a world-class talent - if not in journalism then in sex. Her teensy rectum gobbled up Chuck's ten-inch schlong hungrily, almost effortlessly, until she was balls-deep and sitting with her full weight on the man's hips. 

And while it seemed easy for her to perform such a depraved act to the eyes of many who watched, anal sex consumed Candy in ways that she couldn't often comprehend or deny to herself. Mostly it was the sense that she was being defiled, which made the excruciating pain and wicked pleasure rise to levels of molten ecstasy that devastated her like nothing else imaginable. That was the reason why even though Candy's features were clouded over in agony, the ever so slight upward curl on the corners of her mouth damned her in the eyes of the nation. 

Candy had proven once again that she was a natural born fucker. 

After that one squeal that she let out, the girl steeled herself and started bouncing on Chuck's fuck-stick. Her feet were planted to the man's sides, knees raised upwards, her arms stretched out behind her on his chest. Her magnificent tits jiggled wonderfully and were pointed towards the ceiling as well. The center camera had a great full-on frontal view of the ass-fucking blonde, capturing in full high-definition Candy's outspread thighs. Her lonely pussy was all slick with juices while her little anal-orifice was stretched wide as she stabbed herself repeatedly with dick. The camera also was able to view the blonde's sordid facial reactions as the sensation of ten thick inches desecrated her asshole, churning her inside out. 

But that was only the beginning of Candy's troubles. She got off of Chuck and on shaky legs mounted herself in the same way onto Joe's waiting member. The twenty-five year-old had a bit more trouble stuffing the larger black cock into her poop-chute. Candy ground her hips hard, moved her pelvis in a circle, and forced her way down. When she had violated herself by taking in all eleven inches, the girl also fucked Joe for a few minutes. 

Next, Candy did the same thing for Manny. There were audible gasps as the studio audience watched in disbelief as the stunning young beauty grunted, whimpered, and squealed her way along the twelve inch journey down Manny's prodigious pipe. It looked obscene. And it felt as if she were being split-apart, grotesque and unmanageable. Yet somehow she persisted, gritting her teething in determination. Even Candy was surprised to find that its entirety had been swallowed up by her anal-depths. The voluptuous blonde then churned her ass raw, stirring her Hershey highway with the Hispanic's big stick until she bawled out in misery. 

Then they made her repeat her sleazy actions again, running through the gauntlet with Chuck, Joe and Manny, the only change being that Candy faced away from the camera. The girl's succulent teenage ass was shown lowering itself onto the three massive pricks, then fucking furiously with rather predictably results - that of Candy screaming her head off. Everyone watching was privy to Candy's bubbly rear end as it smashed down onto all three men's crotches, while their own sweat-drenched testicles bounced upwards of their own accord. Her delectable ass-cheeks rippled with every violent downward contact. Flesh pounded against flesh in the noisiest, wettest, and crudest manner possible. 

SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! 

She fucked Chuck, then Joe, and finally Manny. By the end of that round Candy was a mess. Her rectum felt wrenchingly churned up and incredibly tender, yet the men hadn't cum yet. She knew she had an amazingly taut and scorching asshole. Numerous men - too many to count - had their dicks melted like butter on a sizzling pan drilling her there after only a minute or two. But Chuck and his friends were something else - their endurance left Candy wishing she had left the limelight behind for good, instead of trying to make a comeback. 

"Ohmygawd..." the petite blonde mumbled as she got onto her knees and took Joe's ass-slick member between her slutty lips. 

She hadn't blinked when Chuck instructed her to suck their dicks off. Instead, Candy turned around to face the cameras again and got on her hands and knees. Candy straddled Joe because he was in the middle, taking his dick between her mouth quite greedily, just grateful to not have it in her rear end. However, going from ass-to-mouth made the ex-newscaster appear even more lewd than ever. When she had sufficiently polished off Joe's enormous black cock, Candy also orally pleasured Chuck's and Manny's cocks. 

Next her three assailants fucked the girl from behind. They picked her up off the floor first, bent her over at the waist with her slender legs straight, and then their leader unceremoniously plugged her rear end with his big tool. They pulled a train on her, taking turns savagely fucking her asshole, one after the other. In that brutal fashion they were able to keep themselves from climaxing, while their victim howled out in despair that was even noisier than the sounds of their hard male bodies relentlessly boning her softer and more supple female flesh. Whether Candy gazed behind to view her rapists or at the cameras directly, her sapphire eyes were opened wide in astonishment and her pretty features were contorted with lust. At times her legs wobbled, once or twice she even reeled off her feet, but the men held onto her hips and kept her steady as they plowed her sensationally in the ass. 

And even that wasn't enough. Chuck enjoyed the sight of Candy bent over so much that he couldn't help but jam his meat-shaft between her wailing lips. The girl hadn't been expecting the sudden salty taste of massive cock in her mouth. The sensation as it slid down her throat, deeper and deeper, combined with Manny's giant twelve-incher, was too much. She climaxed while sandwiched between two giant rigid dicks, a meat-hole in the middle that was overly-filled and overly-strained to the breaking point. 

"MMMMMMMNNNNNNNN - FFFFFFFFCCCCCKKKKKK!!" 

The blonde's words were muffled by the cock that was fucking her throat, but the audience that watched at home was very aware of what had just occurred. Candy's entire body tensed and then wildly shuddered, convulsing in wicked waves of pleasure that engulfed her entirely. Uninhibited spurts of cum splashed forth from between her legs, courtesy of her spastic cunt, and spattered her inner-thighs and over Manny's legs as well. She would have collapsed onto the ground if she hadn't been impaled on both ends - skewered royally - with thick dick. The cock in her mouth and in her ass held her in place, even as her body and mind shook and trembled at the ferocity of her orgasm. 

And still the trio of bastards weren't satisfied. There was always an odd man out - one penis who had time to rest. The blonde's assailants looked at each other and nodded. It was time for the next stage of their plan. 

"Shit - I'm feeling kind of left out! We got three dicks between the three of us - this bitch here has three holes!" Joe complained. 

Still recovering from cumming, Candy barely heard or comprehended what the man had said. However, she did breathe a sigh of relief when both Manny and Chuck withdrew from her, leaving the young beauty to collapse onto her knees. Beads of sweat ran down her glistening, curvy figure, and her bosom heaved in and out from her exertions. 

"You know what, Joe?" said Chuck, a licentious grin on his ugly mug. "You are absolutely, one hundred percent correct! We are being very inefficient in our dealings with the lovely Miss Struthers here!" 

Again Candy only half-understood what the brute was alluding to. It was only when a new video was being broadcast that the girl knew that something was up. The debauched audio drew her attention, forcing Candy to glance up at a nearby monitor and then growing pale. 

The video showed the gorgeous ex-newscaster in the middle of an orgy. Over a dozen men and women were in the scene, and everyone was nude and fucking. Candy wasn't the only female present, as there were a couple of other females there as well. She was the only female, however, being fucked in all three orifices. The other women and men had their faces conveniently blurred over in the footage shown, and Candy was the only recognizable person. The 'church-going' lass had a dick up her pussy, ass, and mouth, and judging from her passionate moaning, loved every moment of it. 

Candy looked down shamefully. That had been a memorable and very gratifying fuck-fest. There was no way she could deny how pleasurable it had been, especially when she could be heard screaming for the men to 'fuck her harder.' It was also hard to deny how wanton and whorish she was acting, especially when everyone watching could see for themselves. 

The next thing she knew, the hot blonde was coerced to sit down on Manny's erection. Instead of lying on the floor, he had pulled out an office chair and sat on it. The chair didn't have any armrests, so Candy could easily straddle the man and have sex with him. He grabbed her tiny waist and positioned her over his dick, before lowering her onto it abruptly. Candy figured that she was about to be made to fuck all three men with her asshole once more, and since she had done it once already before, so she figured it wouldn't be too difficult. 

She was so, so wrong. 

After piercing her sore anus with the Hispanic's stupendous shaft, Candy prepared herself for another round of hard fucking, hopefully to his completion. However, Joe stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. 

"Hold still for a sec," he ordered. 

The twenty-five year-old did as she was told, until she realized what he was about to do. Joe had lifted up both Candy's legs and spread them wide apart. Next he placed his cock-head right up against her pussy-lips. 

"OH MY GOD!" she shrieked. "You can't be serious -" 

There had been little warning. Suddenly both of Candy's lower orifices were full of cock! Her asshole was already completely occupied by Manny's twelve inch monster, and the shocking sensation of Joe's eleven inch boner slowly cramming its way up her vagina was eye-popping and excruciating unbearable. 

"God - stop! UNGH!! Please - oh my God! - no - no - no - please stop!! UNGH!!" Candy pealed. 

But Joe ignored her pleas and continued on with his sadistic journey. Inch by agonizing inch of rigid cock strained and pushed through the blonde's velvety depths, forcing its way down her love-tunnel relentlessly. Candy fought back, clawing at them ineffectively and squirming about on Manny's lap to no avail. Her body fought back as well, with the girl's two lower cavities clenching tightly at the unwanted penetrative intrusions. But the two men were too large, too muscular, and too implacable in their drive to fully and completely skewer the young beauty. 

Candy howled. She beat her fists against Joe's chest. She cried out in agony. But to her utter dismay nothing worked. Joe chuckled at the disgraced journalist, who was disgraced once again. He was inside her snatch balls-deep, and he could feel Manny's huge prick through the soft membranes of Candy's fleshy insides. 

"Jesus - that's a combined twenty-three inches of cock you're got packed into you, little lady!" chortled Manny behind her. 

If she had been packed before with cock, this was something else entirely - a totally different realm of being jam-packed. Chockfull of cock would have been a good term to use. Bursting at the seams another. The petite blonde looked small and pitiful next to her two rapists, petite and thin and much too undersized to have two gargantuan dicks stuck up her ass and pussy. Candy gazed down in wonder, the sensation totally new and unlike anything she had ever experienced before: it felt crowded down there! 




Natural Born Fucker Pt. 02 Ch. 02



Yes - she had been double-penetrated before many times, but those hung bastards had opened up a new world for Candy. And just when she was starting to get used to the awfully stuffed conditions, they began fucking her. 

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH -" she screamed, before being cut off rudely. 

There was a third dick that Candy had totally forgotten about. Chuck stabbed the girl's lips with his thick slab of rigid meat and was poking her with it deeply. She tried pulling away but the man had a firm grip on her hair and pumped his hips fiercely, enjoying every inch he could jab down the curvy blonde's throat. 

America and other parts of the world watched in lurid fascination as the shamed ex-newscaster was used as a fuck-doll. Her pouty lips, sweltering slit, and cute little asshole became the personal playthings for her three tormentors, and they abused her well. Chuck and Joe frequently traded places, switching from mouth to pussy and then back again, over and over. In the meantime, Manny kept his erection deep inside Candy's sweet asshole, enjoying the bottom position as he held onto her hips and slid her back and forth on his monster cock. 

It was a cunt-churning, anal-wrenching act that left Candy gasping for air and every sexual nerve in her body on fire. She was fucked raw and hard, and much to her distress the blonde exploded twice more with splendid, overpowering orgasms. With such a beautiful buxom babe cumming on their dicks and spewing her hot juices all over them, watching and taking part in her torment greatly aided with their orgasms as well. Joe was the first to go over the edge. He fucked Candy feverishly in the cunt and suddenly couldn't contain himself any more. The big black cock started ejaculating wildly into Candy's squelching vagina, and it felt like molten lava was being shot deep into her insides. 

The cameras caught the black man shouting out hoarsely as he rammed his dick deep into Candy, pausing for a few minute or so before pumping her again, this time with creamy jism forced out of her tight muffin. It was very obvious that Joe had cum inside of Candy, and that his creamy deposit had been too much for her diminutive orifice to hold. When the black man withdrew his big dick, a frothy stream spilled out of the girl and dribbled down her thighs and Manny's testicles. 

Chuck was the next to get his rocks off. The sight of his partner-in-crime blowing his wad into Candy was enough to set him off as well. He quickly shoved his meat-shaft into the blonde's cunt, then began thrusting his hips madly until he climaxed as well, mixing his sperm with Joe's. All the while Candy was squealing at her rough treatment, her pretty features contorted over in lust and the overall depravity of the situation. 

After Chuck withdrew, both him and Joe stepped away from her. Candy took this as a good sign and hoped that her ordeal was close to ending. However, there was still the sticky matter of Manny colossal boner still stuck up her asshole. With only one prick to deal with, Candy gathered her strength and began humping the cock vigorously, bouncing up and down on the man's lap. Since she didn't have to deal with the other two cocks, Candy sat up straight and used her legs to bring her upwards before she smacked back down onto Manny's lap. They both were still sitting on the office chair and it shook and squeaked as the two fucked like animals. 

Candy was so focused on Manny that she didn't realize that a line had formed up beside her. The cameras picked up the line first, and it was quickly apparent that Chuck and Joe were the ones making the rest of the men in the studio form up while taking out their dicks. Throughout most of Candy's suffering, the male hostages on the floor sported erections as they watched the girl repeatedly raped in front of them. Some of them were guilty of that fact, but Chuck and his gang had grander plans. By the time the miserable ass-fucked blonde noticed the other men, the host Charlie Koonts first in the lineup, she was already too late to react. 

Charlie had been jerking off for a bit already, and his hands were a blur on his swollen member as he ejaculated right into Candy's mouth unexpectedly, hitting her right in the bulls-eye. It was almost comical how the girl reacted, so shocked and offended. But Chuck's instructions had been clear to the men: shoot their cum straight into her mouth at least once, and then give her a facial. Since everyone was still Chuck's hostage, they decided to not feel guilty about treating Candy in such a scandalous manner. 

"Our little game is nearly over!" shouted Chuck gleefully. "Once every man in this studio jerks off onto our little princess here, me and my friends will surrender to the police! But - don't you turn away from those cocks, you little slut! Take the cum-shots head on! Remember you're a natural born fucker!!" 

After Charlie dumped all his cock-splooge all over the gorgeous blonde's face, he went back to the corner and sat down, while the next man stepped next to her and masturbated feverishly. Candy still rode Manny like a bucking bronco, bouncing on his lap so hard that her magnificent boobs jiggled up and down deliciously. She was deeply mortified as more strangers disgraced her with their bodily fluids. 

The second man only took a minute or two before shooting his hot, creamy loads all over Candy's beautiful features, making sure that one shot landed between her lips. The following man did the same, as did the next, and so forth. There were twenty-six working stiffs in the studio, and that number included Charlie, the two security guards, and even the five cameramen, all of whom were made to cum all over the disgraced journalists. It did take some time with that many men waiting to jerk off onto her, but throughout it all Candy had Manny's cock up her ass. 

She swallowed every drop of semen that passed through her lips, licking them now and again and amazed at how salty and bitter it was, and how every man's sperm tasted just a little bit different. Some of the men's jism was thick, some of it runny, some of it was clear, and some of it was white and milky. Whatever its consistency or flavor, Candy drank it all down as if it was some sweet nectar, where it settled uneasily in her little tummy. 

She also experienced two more shattering orgasms along the way, and by the end of it all she was a complete mess. Candy was exhausted, her slim yet voluptuous body plastered with sweat. Having ingested the salty semen of twenty-nine men, the girl felt full and queasy - not to mention very, very thirsty. Since most of the men had also give her facials, she was nearly unrecognizable under a thick coating of gelatinous, milky cock-goo. There were droplets of cum in her long platinum tresses, and lots of semen had trickled off her face onto her chest, bosom, and belly. 

The straw that broke the camel's back came when Manny finally erupted like a fiery volcano deep inside Candy's raw, aching asshole. The very last man in line had been spattering the blonde's face with his spurting dick, and that was just the sign that the Hispanic bastard was waiting for. He had held his cum back in order to end the evening's broadcast on a high note. With twenty-six loads of pearlescent cock-jam on her face and an exploding cock inside her anus, Candy's bulging eyes and open mouth announced to all those watching of her very last orgasm for the night. 

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH - OOOOOHHHHH!!" she squealed out wildly in a hoarse voice. 

The petite beauty collapsed onto Manny, totally drained. She never noticed when Manny finished cumming inside of her and got up, placing her back into the chair. She never noticed when the police arrived and dragged away her three rapists and one accomplice. Candy barely even noticed when the authorities cleaned her up and sent her back to her hotel. She did notice that when she stepped outside of the car outside her hotel lobby, that over two dozen reporters and just as many cameramen were waiting for her. 

The spent ex-newscaster would have been floored if not for the police and hotel security that formed a barrier around her, allowing her to push through the crowd and enter the hotel in one piece. When she saw David, her agent, waiting for her in the lobby, Candy let out a sigh of relief. 

"Oh my God! I'm so happy you're here! It's been a terrible night, David!" the blonde cried out. 

David wrapped an arm around Candy and pulled her into an elevator. When the doors closed and they were away from prying eyes and ears, he gave the girl a wide smile. 

"It was awesome, Candy! You did great!" 

Candy was flabbergasted. "David - what are you talking!?" 

"It was all an act, darling!" he said in his usual greasy manner. "I arranged for Chuck and his friends to do all of that, dear. Didn't I say that I had something special lined up for you!?" 

"Are you kidding me!?" Candy said in disbelief. 

The agent looked surprised. "Of course not! It's big business, dear! Those guys do a little time, but we've got the D.A. and judge all lined up. Chuck and his cronies will do a few months' time and also get a big payoff!" 

The young beauty slumped against the elevator wall. She could still feel some cum seeping out of her vagina and asshole and running down her inner-thighs. "So you're telling me you arranged for me to get screwed over, once again, in front of all of America. Again. And what do I get out of all of this!?" 

"Your name is in the news again, darling! People are talking about you! There's a big buzz!" shouted David, his eyes wide and energetic. "I've got the contract waiting for you in your hotel room, Candy. We get a new cable television show, baby! That's what we get!!" 

(The End)