My miserable Girlfriend….

Fran we will call her was always a lilliputian bit of a annoyer. She would get dressed really provocatively and loved the care for doing this. The cat calls, whistling, spanks on the ass. It kind of ticked me off a footling, but I was also well-chosen I had such a hot girlfriend.

I repeatedly told her not to dress the way she did in the summer. lilliputian blue jean boxers with the sac sticking out the hindquarters and a tight tee shirt that showed her well formed mid drift. I said if it turned me on the way it did imagine former guys and daughter that looked at you.

She would always laugh and shrug it off and tell me I was over reacting. I had a constant pratfall.

Spring came and then summertime. It was an extremely warm summer and all the girls dressed so scantily now a days. Mine was no unlike. I swear her boxershorts got shorter every yr. I care girls looked like her when I went to college or university !

Fran would bike constantly and her stage would firm and tan like weirdo. She told me how truckers would beep at her on the highway and probably hitch off as they drove by. Once a van had stopped and told her to hop in. She said if she had they would have probably ravaged her for miles and then thrown her out naked and spent on the side of the highway.

She was just over five understructure tall and had slimmed down to a nice 110 Irish punt. Her 36dd knocker stood out at attention from her flat venter. Her bumble bee ass was round and firm. Long brown tomentum stopped just above her ass.

By mid summer I was fucking her twice a day. She looked so hot. As soon as I saw her in lean slutty piddling denim shorts I would drag her to the sleeping accommodation or bemuse her over the spinal column of the couch or onto the dining room board. I would pump her full of cum. She would laugh and bug me more.

The poor little girl did not realize how crazy she was driving me. She was destitute and a tease. I needed to make a plan to make her learn a lesson. We had a good outdoors relationship so I did not care how this lesson played out. In fact it excited me a lot.

Fran would always go down to the beach or go on long hikes by herself. I warned her all the time to watch out for bad guys that she might come upon and hire advantage of her. She laughed and said she could acquire care of herself. I thought to myself if I was bad and saw a hot little gal walking in the woods I would take advantage of her. So would others !

I set off to think up my program. Fran always had one area she liked to hike up to. It was remote and about 6 miles in the George Walker Bush. The end of the trail came out onto a nice arenaceous beach with great rough cliffs. The waves would drown out any shrieking and no one ever hiked in there. There were also a variety show of caves that could be useful.

Todays hike was no unlike. Fran put on the aphrodisiac shortest brace of worn out old denim Guess jean short circuit. The front line white air hole hung below the cut off legs and contrasted nicely on her bronzed firm pegleg. From waistline to bottom the underdrawers were only a light 8 inches. She wore a blotto white-hot t shirt and underneath the sparse two firearm Andrew Dickson White Bikini ever. She had footling pom pom socks and runners. A little white top hat held a single pony buns out the back. I wanted to jump-start her so bad but I waited instead for my plan to dream up.

She gave me a little peck on the cheek and laughed as she could see I had a wood in my pants. She told me she would be back in 3 time of day.

That is what you think I chuckled in my head teacher.

I watched her cycle niggling ass wiggle as she walked away. I had some uncertainty. Should I put her through this I wondered….hell yah. She will enjoy it. She really really needed to be taught a lesson.

As she walked along the rough root covered gravel trail the hot sun beat down on her. She stopped and grabbed a potable of water supply from her water bottle accidentally spilling it down the front man of her t shirt. The thin albumen shirt was now cobwebby. Her wet tanned abdomen stuck to it and the two-piece lineation showed. This caused her to absent her shirt and put it in the little plaid inner circle sack she brought with her.

When the shirt was removed boastfully 36dd breasts were exposed covered by the pocket-sized string bikini ever. The bikini barely held her bronze boob in. She sprayed more water from the water bottle over her head and down her figurehead. Her tan glistened.

The cost increase continued…..

Eventually she made it to the beach. expectant 7 foot waves crashed loudly against the shoring. A firm wind blew from the south towards Din Land. The fart although substantial was made up of strong air.

Fran stood closed her centre and inhaled the fresh sea air in. It smelled great.

The plan ran like clockwork. Two tall effective looking males emerged from the cliff sphere and started walking down the beach towards Fran. She was surprised as she had never ever encountered anyone here.

The came up to her and started some modest talk. Fran blushed.

The male said they were visiting from out of townsfolk and on a hike. They asked her to link them down the beach near the drop-off country. Fran said yes.

As she walked down the beach the males pulled some beer from a pack. They offered her one and she took it. The stale beer tasted outstanding after a hanker warm hike. She finished it in no time.

Fran did depart to get a little spooky as they walked further and further from the trail. They were starting to get into the cliff area. She hesitated for a mo but the guys convinced her to continue. She thought they were nice.

Around a corner they came to a fire and a magnanimous cliff opening. Around the fire sat another 10 cat. They were all drinking beers.

Fran giggled nervously to herself in her head and liked seeing all the magnanimous males at the beach.

She sat down and before she realized had consumed another 4 beers. By now the hot sun and lack of food went to her straits. She could finger a bit of a skin coming on.

She also realized all the Male were looking her up and down from read/write head to toe. She knew they wanted to fuck her. This aroused her slightly.

One male went into the lip of the cave and set up a camera. He then used a cellular telephone phone and called somebody. Fran watched and could hear him ask someone on the phone what they wanted first. She could see a smiling on his face and nodding of his head.

The male said to the former guys,"okay boys, lets start ”.

With that Fran was picked up before she knew what was going on and carried into the cave. She squealed and kicked and squirmed and tried to fight to get away but the 4 males holding each arm held them like vices.

On the wall just inside the cave was a set of wrist shackles. They secured her by her wrists with her hands stretched well above her head. Her toes kicked at the little pebbles barely touching the cave floor. She had no traction.

The one male stayed on the telephone set to deal directions and also operated a camera. U/k to Fran a know feed was directed to a mortal or many people.

Fran begged and pleaded as the male person all undress. She knew they each were going to screw her defenceless little body somewhere. Large hands caressed and touched her clothed body everywhere. One Male kissed her sticking his tongue far down her pharynx.
He held her by her neck.

The male on the phone told the other male not to set aside her to cum. She had to be taught a lesson first.

Fran eventually wiggled and squirmed herself to the point of exhaustion. She hung there as the Male rubbed every utmost inch of her body. Her pap erect and heavily. Tingling in her insides. Her kitty pulsated.

She looked around and observed all sizing of hard engorged cocks ranging in length from 7 to 15 inches. The fear showed in her eyes.

Fran started yelling and screaming at get-go but then she cried, whimpered and moaned. They were breaking her down.

"Remove her clothes"the male on the headphone ordered. A simple pull released the bikini top. It fell to the primer and was stepped on by the males surrounding her. Her large firm luscious tits stood straight out. Each one received care by rubbing, squeezing or being sucked on. Her tit were sensible. Hard as petty rocks.

Pre cum wet cock heads rubbed against her shorts and peg making the tan glisten.
Her denim short circuit ripped effortlessly down her pegleg revealing a little Triangle string bottom bikini. It had become wet from the attention. The males cheered. Each side string was gently pulled on revealing a shaved vain button. A male person knelt down and started flicking it with his long Snake River like natural language. This gave Fran a butterfly sensation in her stomach. The tongue worked footling circles around and the clit and then darted in and out of her pussy.

Fran felt like she was going to irrupt with the most incredible sexual climax ever. The male on the telephone could severalize. He told them to stop and let her get worked up. After awhile they went back to crop stimulating her some more.

The hot summer day made her sweat. Her entire consistence glistened as she hung limp tired and exhausted. Held up by two arm trammel. Her neck exhausted could not give her head up. It fell forward, her long brown stringy soaked hair covering her face. fiddling pre orgasmic moan emitted from somewhere under the hair.

The video was streaming perfectly. All way were being followed to a tee.

As the video was watched the mortal watching and giving orders rubbed their operose as rock cock. It was so good and controlling barking out orders and having them followed. It was like making their very own pornography. All 9 in of steel could blow at any prison term.

The picture detail was incredible. Frans facial manifestation were captured when her wet fuzz was pulled back. She unwittingly stared at the camera. A tired spent and exhausted face. But the flavor in her big puppy dog brown eyes begged them to sacrifice her the great orgasm ever. She had so very much pent up energy in her. A pornography worker could not have done it expert than piteous Fran. Her fighting, sounds and motion were spot on. Then her exhaustion and pleading. The audio captured every little cry, moan and squeal she emitted. The fret on her tanned dead body glistened and dripped. The males around her like a pack of wild animals teased and tortured her up to climax repeatedly and then stopped.

Eventually Fran could not handle it anymore. She screamed at them and then begged them to take a leak her cum. She had been brought to the brink at to the lowest degree 5 meter. She had to relinquish her pent up zip. This made the Male laugh. They had their directions.

They unchained her and put her on her knees…her legs like jello trembled. Two declamatory putz were placed in each of her liberal handwriting. She instinctively jerked them. He hands barely able to grasp around them. The circumferences immense. She could feel they were tough and the veins engorged.

Another male stood facing her. Her grabbed her wet glutinous tomentum and pulled her face towards his cock. It jammed down her throat making her choke coil. Fran successfully jerked the tow cocks off almost at the same fourth dimension. She felt warm large quantities of cum spray down her tit and abdomen. The male moaning and grunting.

The Male fucking her sass squeezed her hair and wrenched her side against his dead body. Cum was injected down her throat. raft. She swallowed his voluminous quantity of baby juice.

For the succeeding three hours bozo had their way with her. She was doubled by the two expectant guy cable. Her picayune business firm tanned consistency was sandwiched and dwarfed by then as they fucked her in unison. One overly large sized stopcock in her ass and the other in her kitty. She actually liked the belief of being stuffed like that even though it hurt a lot. She felt them pump her total of cum. Their dicks throbbed as they released their come into her. So much that it oozed down the insides of her trembling peg. She knew one of these animal would tincture her. Which one she thought.

One last order was given by the mysterious individual on the other end of the video recording feed.
Fran was flipped onto her knee. Her weapon system grabbed and counterpane to her incline made to grasp two more cocks. A male lay under her and entered her bitch. Another knelt and forced his way easily into her cum covered dampish asshole with a cock that made her scream. Two male stood facing her almost blade fighting to vie for her mouth. The early males surrounded her and jerked their cocks. They were rough. She received so much cum it would be in her for days.

She felt the warm spray from cocks hitting her back and fuzz. She felt like such a whore. These men were just destroying her. The men fucking her ass and puss had no way left. Their cum sprayed out of her already wide-cut inside. She swallowed the last two loads in her mouth.

The video continued. On the other end the male person making the orders came 3 times. He thought that piddling coquette deserved that. Would it instruct her a lesson ?

Fran exhausted fell asleep when the males were done. She eventually woke up and found most of her wearing apparel. Her bosom and tum bruised and covered with hickies. Her ass well pounded and pussy dripped with cum. These guys knew what they were doing. They had not allowed her to cum. She had a glass over look in her eyes. Her back stained and dirty and haircloth looked like a messed up razzing nest.

She slipped her wet cum covered shorts on and tee shirt. The males had used both to pass over off their peter after they had had their way with her. The vesture smelled like sex.

She slowly walked out of the George Walker Bush and returned home. At least cum from 5 men dripped between her short circuit and down her wooden leg. She could not stop it. If you saw her walking you would call up that miserable little girl expression like a pack ravaged and had their way with her.

At home she did not tell her swain what had happened. Could he tell ... did he know ?