Monday morning arrive too soon. As Mark and I got ready for work. My poor married man watched me with resigned eyes, as I pulled my companionship tee shirt over my braless boobs. I have large breast, so I never go braless. So it felt strange to suffer my pap rub against the tee shirt material, it made them sensitive, it made them poke out. The freedom made my nipples very hard. My hubby could n't cease staring. I felt very self witting. I did n't want him to conceive I was enjoying this. We kissed and both went to work.

Seem like every soundbox at the warehouse took notice of my new look. Walking fast was no longer an option ; it caused an unacceptable bounce that attracted way to much attention. Going down steps was a substantial challenge. Seems I could not go out my desk with out every one starring at me. The problem was all the attention was making my nipples twice as hard. I resigned myself to stay at my desk as treacle as possible for the day, and let the device driver come to me. It was around 10:30 when Brad 's hand truck backed in. As I watched him get out of the motortruck and head towards my desk my centre dropped to my stomach. I could see the lambency in his eyes and the smirk in his smiling, as he looked my way. Brad 's optic locked on to my pinhead and did not even pretend not to stare. Even as he reached my desk he did not take his eyes off my boobs. He did not say anything as he handed me the paperwork, then he went over to the driver 's country to wait for his motortruck to be off loaded and then reloaded. I breathed a prominent suspiration of relief as Brad walked away. That was to be little lived.

About 45 minutes later Clay backed in. Again my pith dropped into my stomach. Just seconds after his boots hit the solid ground, his eyes locked on mine, and he had a really damn eating grin. He beckoned to me to come to him as he moves to the straw man of his truck. What choice did I give ? I rushed across the top of the loading doc and down the footstep I am sure I was putting on a great show. My big tits bouncing painfully as I ran down the steps. Lucius Clay waiting over by the social movement of his truck just stood there watching the appearance. When I finally caught up with him he handed me his paper body of work and asked me if I had watched the 4 videodisk ? I blushed he leaned in last and whispered into my ear"unless you want these notch out you will do everything I tell you to do ''. He said that I was to catch Brad 's truck and climb up the driver's position and lean in to his window. Then when he is done with me. I was told to climb into Clay 's motortruck, go to sleeper, flight strip and put my article of clothing into the box on his bed. Brad had just started up his motortruck I had to run shouting for Brad to hold back. I am sure a lot of the guys saw me bouncing across the wharf, my boobs hurt from bouncing so violently. I tried to hold them down, but I felt like my holding my booby only made it look worse. I yelled up in to the cab"I think there is a fault on your paperwork, please let me crack it ''. Brad looked at me smirked and stopped. At that I climb up the side of the cab and leaned way in his open windowpane, as per my instructions. Brad 's right hand immediately grabbed my head and pulled me in for a very deep kiss. His left over hired hand found its way up under my tee shirt. Wile our tongues wrestled, he groped my poor left tit. Squeezing and twisting it. Pinching my mammilla, as hard as he could. I screamed but our kiss muffled the sound. I tried to pull away, but he held me crocked. He reached over and gave my other boob a business firm squeeze then let me go. I grabbed some papers and tried to look compose as I backed out of the windowpane. I made a display of looking at them, handed them back to him, and told him he was good to go. Climbing down I checked myself in his rearview mirror. My hair showed preindication of my recent activity, as if anyone would detect my hair today.

I felt so self witting as I walked across the loading pier my pinhead bouncing and my hair's-breadth a mess. I could experience everybody eyes looking at me and I knew all of them thinking about what a woman of the street I must really be. As I walked around to the rider position of Clayton 's motortruck I look around to see if anybody was watching. Then quickly climbed in. I moved to the black component part of the sleeper, and sat as quietly as I could listen for and sounds that might have in mind some one saw me. There was a very stout box sitting on the bed. When I felt comfortable that no one was following me, I undressed putting all my habiliment into the box, and retreated back into the recession, to a wait for Clayton. I was trench in though thinking about this major turn in my life, the door opened, my heart jumped into my throat, and Clay climbed in. His smile broadens as he spotted me hiding in the corner. At beginning all he said was stand up and turn around. He watched me carefully. Next he closed the box with my clothing in it, and moved it to the front passenger English flooring. He turned on his radio, and returned to me. I had to be trusted you did not make any transcription devices on you before we talk. Did you and your husband watch the DVDs ? I nodded my head yes. effective, he said, and then you know what a whore you appear to be. Again I nodded my head yes. He then said Tom has edited a fifth one that makes you a add up porn star, then he laugh and said Tom would give me a copy later, it has some duplicate in it from some of the guy's cell phones. He sat down on the bed and ordered me to crawl over to him, as I did he unzipped his gasp, and pulled out his peter and balls. When I was kneeling between his ramification, he said you have question ? Then ask and I will reply wile you suck my cock. Do n't ask me why or what we want. Tom will say you that later. I look him straight in the eye, and said you drugged me ! He smirked and said is that a question or a statement ? I just glared at him he said if you want me to resolve you start sucking. Resigned I began to figure out his cock. Yes he said I gave you a cocktail of drugs. He leaned back on his bed to enjoy his blow job. I gave you a double dose of a female person form of sildenafil citrate to wee you horny as underworld. A sedative like diazepam to reach you compliant. Oh and a hormone to help you ovulate, to facilitate you get knocked up. My eyes flashed up to meet his. He smiled and said that is veracious. Nine guys and your husband jibe there seed into your prolific cunt, the other night. future question, slut. Tears started to well out down my face. I did not need to be significant. I was sobbing wile sucking his cock. After a long moment Clay started talking. Six black men and, four white men, fucked you. There is only a 10 % chance of the baby being your married man. A 60 % luck your child will be black and it will be nine months before you find out. Why even if your baby is white, it is still only a 25 % chance it is your husband. I started to cry uncontrollably. Clayton got angry because I was crying and not sucking his cock. He got up and walked around behind me. Grabbing my pelvic girdle he pulled me up ; complain my metrical unit apart, and pushing my face down on to the bed. Before I could catch my breath he was forcing his large cock into me from behind. He had my hips lock chamber in his travelling bag as he thrust his rooster deep into my body. The pain stroke thru me like a tongue, as he pushed deep into my unprepared, unprotected vagina. I started to scream, but he pushed my brass into the mattress to muffle it. His turncock still in me, he said if you do n't shut your mouthpiece, the whole storage warehouse will find out how big a trollop you are. As hard as I tried I could not stop crying, but I did so quietly. He slowly let go of my oral sex and started to crusade his cock deeper into me. I could feel his tool push past the entryway to my cervix it hurt and I sobbed into the cover, on the bed. It seemed like a long time, it felt like his cock was punching my cervix uteri with each stroke. Finally he pulled my hips back hard, pushing as trench in me as he could, pumping his cum right in to my uterus. He held me tough against him, throbbing deeply inside me. In my nous I could experience his black seed flooding over my ovaries. His hard pecker deep inside me pumping Sir Thomas More and More of his come, at the time it could really do the most damage. I was feeling very sick. He held as tight to my ass as he could till his peter soften, and he slowly pulled out. I did not move, sobbing into his mattress. After a long bit Clayton smacked my ass, causing me to derail. I whip around to present him. He told me to shut up, get dressed, and to pay attention. He threw my scanty in my fount and said here hurry up, and get dressed. First, your husband has been told to go buy you a milking simple machine. He has been told to knock off you up for a half hour in the morning and a half hour before bed every day. You are to stay braless until you start to produce. As you tits become engorged you may go back to your old bras, no new bigger one. Next starting right now you are going to start an affair with Brad. Send him flirting textual matter. Meet him at his truck starting tomorrow. Climbing up to kiss him like you did today. We want you two to be the talk of the loading wharfage. Most of import you are to obey and do every thing you are told or everyone you know will determine all about you. Now get out of my cab WHORE. Go back to employment, and do n't bury your meeting with Tom this evening. At that I climbed out the rider side door, and went to the restroom to pick up. Then back to my desk, I felt like everyone was watching me. I sent my first text edition to Brad. It was mostly hearts and emoji. The rest period of the switching was uneventful. I called Saint Mark my married man from my prison cell phone once I got in the car. I told him I had to go take on Tom before I could amount dwelling. He told me he got an email with instructions on some things he had to go buy, and that he would also be meeting with Tom and I just a footling later. I told him about my day. How humiliated I was by everybody watching my breast bounce, how Clayton had raped me again. sucker was upset ; I was in tears, so I did not tell Mark that I could be pregnant. I cried all the way to the eternal rest stop. As I pulled in I could see Tom 's motortruck was already parked. I took a instant to compose myself. As I again walked towards the truck, it was Déjà vu as I walked I could see Tom watching me. When I reached his cab he only said, go around and get in. As I climbed into the cab, Tom told me to get in the back and landing strip. I did as I was told and sat down on the sharpness of the bed. Tom told me to lie down and watch the TV above the foot of the bed, he pushed a button on a outback, and the TV came to life. It was me climbing into Tom 's truck the first meter. He had edited it to produce me look like I was soliciting for sex. My heart were fixed on the silver screen ; I could not believe that was me. That whore in the telecasting could not be me, but it was. He made me watch over an hour, of me begging, screw, and sucking every cock I could get a clutch of and charging each of them $ 100. About half way through Tom ordered me to play with myself. He said I was to get my pussy off before the porno was over. Of course I had no idea how must longer the video was going to finis. I was so embarrassed by the way I was acting on the video. As I began to allude myself I discovered I was soaked, my pussycat was so wet. When my finger's breadth just barley brushing my clit it shot lightning bolts thru my whole body. I could not believe my body was so turned on. The shock must experience shown, because Tom started to laughter at me. My fingerbreadth took on a life of there own, dancing over my button. I was so get laid hot. I wanted to be the whore in the telecasting. I humped my hand money box I drove myself over that border. I got off severe, oh my God yes I cried. Mark climbed in to the truck just as I was starting to get off. I was so humiliated, Mark finding me in the sleeping car of a blackened man 's motortruck, naked, fingerbreadth buried deep in my cunt, my image on the TV slamming her ass back on to a stranger 's shaft. What must he call up about his married woman ? The look on his face said it all. Tom said something to Mark that got his attending. It was hard to see them, over all the moaning and slapping speech sound I was making on the screen. Tom and chump talked in low tone for about 5 mo. soft touch kept his eyes on me and I could see him nodding a lot. I started to rub my pussy again, I was so hot. It felt so honest. How could I be feeling like this ? Mark got up and came back followed by Tom.

soft touch went towards the foot of the bed, then turned to Tom and said, this is my wife the hooker I told you about. wait at her she is ready to breed. Just $ 50 and she can be all yours for the next two hours. Tom took one look at me and the surprisal look on my face and said I 'll give you $ 10 and just fuck her once. mess ! My hubby said. Before I could say anything Tom kissed me voiceless. His helping hand going to my redress breast, squeezing, twisting, and hurting it, his finger digging in deep into the flesh. I try to cry out, but it only sounds like a moan into the lip ignition lock he held me in. My husband took my rightfulness arm and places my hand on his crotch he said come on baby make the man felicitous. I could not believe my husband was telling me to fuck Tom, unprotected sex. He was breeding me with another man. At my disturb Tom 's cock began to get hard. I began to commend how big he was, how good his cock made me experience. I started to kiss Tom back. Rubbing his big cock thru his pants. I really started to require him. home run just stood back and watch. I pulled Tom 's zipper down and reached in to angle out that wonderful cock. I knew I had to get my hands and oral cavity on to his cock. It popped out getting even gravid, and harder. I began to stroke it. In less then a minute Tom was rock hard and ready to roll in the hay. He told me to get me ass up so he could fuck me like the dog I was. I rolled over, ass up and waited for Tom to take me. But nothing happened. I looked back to see Tom looking at bell ringer. chump had a look of terrorise look in his eyes. Tom looked at Mark for a long moment, me trying desperately to push myself back onto his cock. Finally Tom said to cross, if you really require me to roll in the hay your wife get scout my cock into her cunt. appearance her how you are really giving her to me. channelize my cock into her. Mark reached out and took Tom's dick and aimed his putz towards me. I felt that wonder brushwood up and down against my slit. Searching for the sweet situation to pass it in, I was so wet. Finally he found the right wing spot and pushed it in. Tom drove into me. At the same time he grabbed my hair with one hand. The other script grabbed my leave boob and clamped down hard. pain guessing thru my wholly organic structure as he jerked my head back. Driving late into me over and over again. It hurt, every time he reentered my neck, but it also felt so good. So practically was going on in my psyche, I felt dirty, peep, humiliated, betrayed, and I was starting to orgasm. I did not want to get meaning, but I did want him in me. I met him cerebrovascular accident for cerebrovascular accident. I never had a man pound my pussycat that operose and that long. I was building to my next orgasm I was almost there. Then I felt Tom 's get-go muscle spasm and that drove me over the edge. I pressed my ass against Tom as hard as I could. My body precious every driblet of him. I held him in me as long as I could, enjoying the feeling. Cumming down from my orgasm, the warmth of him in me, the fulfillment of the moment. Then Tom slapped my ass, and shoved me down on to the bed. As he pulled himself together he ordered Mark to sit down next to me. Tom talking to Mike, but at me said, your married woman already knows that she was given fertility drugs not birth control, the other dark. Clay told her that today at study. He also told her how lots mordant come was in her torso already. In case you did not get it, from the video, 6 men of coloring material 3 white men and you contributed. So if we knocked her up Friday Night odds are 60 % the baby will be black, and less than 10 % that it will be yours. Of form we do n't know if she is meaning yet. So if you want any chance of the child being yours, you should add your contribution now. Ask her if she wants you. If she dose fuck her so we can get on with what I need to tell you. St. Mark turned to me where I was balled up in the quoin and asked if I wanted him at that moment I did not want any one, but if I was going to be forced to have a baby I wanted it to be his. I said yes and got back on my mitt and stifle to extend myself to him. I was so wet and full of cum home run 's dick slid right in. I was so wet and squashy it was sort of hard to tell if Mark was even in me. Mark pumped my puss for a long metre, Tom taunting him the entirely time. I finally got enough feeling back to make a mild coming, which was just enough to get marking over the edge and cum in me.

Tom spread a beach towel on the floor in front of his bed and told me wile still naked to sit on it. He then insisted Mark remove what he still had on and then to sit down on the floor next to me. So there we sat like two naughty school day kids in front end of Tom who sat on the bed fully dressed. Tom started by saying I am sure you both have had a luck to see the raw footage videos, and I know your wife has seen the edit out version. Both show you in a very bad way, I am sure you do n't want kinsperson and booster to see them. We both sat there sheepishly shaking our header no. If you are wondering why, let me tell you it is for the money we can make a lot of money off you to. One of the piazza on my route is a motion-picture show studio. Mostly porn, but still a motion-picture show studio. That is how I was able-bodied to cut the videos so fast, and micturate you calculate so bad. There is big money, to be made in fetish porn television, and you two are going to start making them. A caboodle of them. What is going to happen to you ? Will that is form of up to you. If you do a respectable job and your videos sell so we make a lot of money, we may not own to go to some of the more painful fetishes. We are going to set off with realness TV, interracial, and soon we will be offering meaning. We can also puddle a ton of money selling the brats your about to lead off pumping out. But we can speak about that later. For the rest of this week Tom you are going to see to it that she is hooked up to the milking machine at least twice a day for 30 minutes or more both times. I want her making a cup of Milk River per session. He looked at me and said I am going to give you some in ( air inverted comma ) vitamins you are to take them with breakfast and dinner every day. You will openly flirt with Thomas Bradley every day this week. You will spend clip with him in his cab. For the respite of this week you will be his fuck toy. Any interrogative about that. No sir I said. mass will set out talking where you work. You will not reassert or denied anything, but you will not turn down any progression. That should cook your life interesting he laughed. You guys experience a guest chamber at your theatre right ? We both softly said yes. Good he continued the studio will be sending two techs to wire your house. This weekend your totality house is going to be wired for strait and video. Even the closet there will be no place in your star sign that you will be able to hide out from your devotee. Not a sound that wo n't hear. When they arrived you will be undressed and you will continue that way. Friday night grade will sleep in the Guest room with the female technician. Looking at me he said you will kip in the original sleeping accommodation with the male technician. Saturday Nox Mark you well detain in the guest room with the Male technician and the bitches will log Z's in the master bedroom. He laughed if your not bi now you well be soon. Yes it will all be on television. Once your house is wired, you will be allowed no Thomas More than 10 hour a day with any sort of clothing on. Any more than and your TV audience can plunk a punishment. He told me to make under his bed and rend out the box I would find there. Once I had it he said inside I would find my new personal health regime, and a varsity letter telling me what to do and when. With that Tom told us to get dressed. He then ordered me to my knees in strawman of him. He then said to Mark get my prick out and put it in your wife 's sassing. Tom took custody of my ears and began to fuck my case. Just as he was about to drop off he pulled out and let his cum cover my face. Now get out he said. Don't cleanse your face till morning Tom said. The ride home base with my married man was very quiet .