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For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my wife I will pass you some background and a deion. I found my married woman when she was only eighteen, working as a secretary. She was, and still is, beautiful. She has long thick brown hair's-breadth that flows down below her berm. Her breasts are large, entire, and natural with just a breath of sag. Each breast is tipped by bombastic circle light-brown areola that forms big beautiful circle around her protruding hard nipples. Her close abdomen is flat and her ass is arduous and round. She always keeps her pussy shaved, except for a small area of hair's-breadth above her clit. Her kitty backtalk are equally amazing. They are longsighted, but not too long, and distend and subject like a flower when she gets excited.

I, on the other mitt, am a tall, thin, middling looking guy, but I always keep myself in soundly shape. My practiced property was my turncock. I am over nine inches long and am very thick, all the way to the bulbous mushroom-like head. What my wife, and other women, always appreciates the most is that it never really goes soft. It stays around seven inch, even when ` flaccid', and hard enough to penetrate all but the tightest holes.

This story is true, with some alterations like names and dates. I also took some liberty to flux some experiences so the story would not hang back on. Everything that she does and everything that happens in this tale has happened to her, in the way it is presented. Enjoy :

This is a chronicle about my wife, Carole, being held engrossed and raped. Be forewarned.

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Carole was working for a pornography manufacturer, director, and her job that day was to be a fluffer, to just restrain all the men hard and set for the next scene. When she left the large warehouse, it was shadow exterior and she had parked her car across the parking lot where the lighting was bad.

She unlocked the car door and climbed into the driver's seat. Immediately, she was grabbed from buns. Startled, she jumped and tried to shout out but a heavy paw was over her mouth. Then she felt a knife come up to her pharynx. The man in the backseat, behind her, said,"If you scream, I will kill you. interpret ?"

Carole nodded slowly.

"Good. Do what I tell you to do or I will cut your throat. empathize ?"

Again, she nodded.

"Climb back here with me,"the man instructed. The man held the tongue close to her throat as Carole climbed between the two front seating into the backrest. The man reached up and unlocked the rest of the threshold and three more men got in the car. The man in the driver's seat started the car and backed out of the parking space. The man in the front passenger hindquarters turned and, with a huge smiling on his fount, stared at her.

Carole was in the heart of the backseat with a tumid man on both sides of her. The man lowered the knife to her ribs and smiled."This is going to be fun,"the man in the front passenger seat said.

The man to her right wing took hold of her head and turned her face towards him."Yes, it is,"the man said justly into her face. Carole was terrified.

The man with the knife reached up and grabbed the neckline of her tee shirt. With precipitousness and power, he yanked down on the shirt, ripping it down the front.

Carole was not wearing a bra, so when the shirt was ripped, her boob bounced. The man yanked down again, completing the natural process, ripping her shirt all the way down the front."fountainhead, look at these fucking bag,"the man said."They are as courteous as I thought."

At the Saami clock time, the man on her right turned Carole's aspect to his and he kissed her, forcefully. She didn't respond, which upset him."cunt, kiss me right,"the man said, slapping her strong across the face. He kissed her again. She kissed him back.

For next respective minutes, the two men in the backseat kissed her and mauled her tits. Carole didn't have any choice but to let them do whatever they wanted.

She didn't know where they were when they finally parked the car. The men pulled her out and advertise her into a large building. They led her up some stairs and into a large business office quad. The room was full of men. As soon as she was in the way, all the talking stopped. The room went dead repose. Then they started to smother her. Still, no one spoke. She couldn't go anywhere as the men started to touch in and touch modality her.

As one man lifted his hand up and grabbed her right tit. From behind her, a man pulled what remained of her shirt off her back. helping hand came in from every direction. Her arms were grabbed and held as her drawers were unsnapped and pulled down.

Now naked, she was pushed back and Forth River in the middle of the radical of men. Someone slapped her ass and she spun around. Then another man slapped her ass. She spun around again. Then a man slapped her compensate across the tits. Then it happened again ... and again ... and again. She tried to cover herself from the abuse, but she couldn't. The men moved closer in on her and the slapping continued. Her ass and titmouse were targeted, but then individual slapped her across the facial expression. She started to cry.

The men picked her up and carried her over to a sturdy wooden table. She was bent over onto the table, face down. Her munition were pulled to the side and ropes were tied around her carpus. The R-2 ran up to the far side of the table and her arms were extract stiff, stretched out. The early ends of the ropes were secured to the tabular array branch on the far position. At the same meter, her articulatio talocruralis where tied to the bottom of the table legs.

Bent over the table and securely bound, she continued to cry. She was terrified and completely spread and exposed. She looked back to see that the men were all disinvest. The first defenseless man was walking up behind her. The let out a loud pant as the man roughly penetrated her pussy.

"Oh, yeah,"the man panted, as he grabbed onto her hips and started to depend upon her. It didn't take him long before he came inside her. When he pulled out of her, he slapped her ass and laughed. The adjacent man entered her a second later.

Three men later, the man placed his cock at the tight entrance to her ass."I'm gon na really love this,"he said, and pushed slowly forward. Carole let out a little squeal as the man pushed passed her sloshed anal doughnut and popped inside her.

For the next minute, man after man raped her. Some used her kitty-cat and some her ass, but they all came inside her. There was goose egg she could do. She was helpless.

Sometime during the initial rape, more men showed up. Each of them, as they arrived, dropped their pants and joined the line. When one man got up to her for his turning, he asked,"Which hole has been used more ?"

"What ? Afraid of loose-fitting twentieths ?"another man laughed.

"More like thirtieths,"said another.

"Oh, infernal region, I guess it doesn't topic,"the man behind her said, ramming his pecker up her ass.

A couple hours later, the men stopped. One of the men untied her arms, but then retied them behind her back. He untied her ankles and pulled her up onto her ft. Carole was dizzy and almost collapsed. The man slapped her hard across the typeface."Wake the fuck up,"he said."We still have plans for you."He pushed her over against a bulwark. When he let go of her, she fell to the floor.

The man grabbed her by the haircloth and pulled her up into a seated position, with her back against the wall. Then he yelled,"Open your mouth bitch."The man shoved his tool into her oral cavity and started to face-fuck her. Carole tried to relax her throat as the man pushed his cock trench with each stab. With her head against the wall, there was nowhere to go and the man's cock drove roughly down her throat with each violent stab.

Carole could tell he was about to burst, when he pulled his hammer out of her mouth. He shot his load right onto her face. When he was done, he laughed and called her a whore.

The line reformed, this prison term to screw her throat. Over an hour later, she was covered with cum. She had swallowed loads of it, but many of the men shot their deal onto her fount or her tits. Dried cum was caked all over her and fresh cum ran down her face and her chest.

Finally, it stopped. Or so she thought.

A yoke minutes later, she was pulled to her feet and pushed into an adjoining room and onto a bed. A man climbed on top of her. Exhausted, she passed out.

When she woke up, her arms were untie, but a large smelly man was on top of her fucking her. The man grunted as he came inside her and then got up.

Another man climbed onto the bed, replacing him. She winched as the man pushed his cock into her. Her kitty-cat was very sore. The man didn't take long before he added his sperm to her already entire puss and climbed off her.

The side by side man in line climbed on top of her and started to jazz her. Suddenly, he stopped thrusting and pushed himself up. He looked down at her cheek and then down at her tits. He got an immorality look on his face as he moved down a small and took her proper tit into his mouth and bit down hard. Carole cried out. The man laughed and bit down again. Then he bit a teat and pulled up on it and held it with his dentition. He continued to hurl into her, making her tit move and deplumate hard against the mammilla still between the man's tooth. It hurt terribly.

Suddenly, he stopped fucking her again and for the next respective minutes, he continued to bite both her titmouse, leaving marks all over them. Then he went back to fucking her. several of them men after him did the Saami to her. She cried as they bit into her tit pulp, but they were relentless.

Carole's rape continued for various Sir Thomas More 60 minutes. Some of the men turned her over and ass-raped her. Some of the men fucked her doggy-style. Some of the men double-teamed her, one in the pussycat and one in the ass. Her ass was spanked. Her tits were slapped and bit. Her face was slapped and spit on.

Eventually, men stopped coming into the room she was in and she was left all alone. When she realized no more men were in the room with her, she listened intently for several proceedings before getting out of bed. She peered out the door and saw that near of the men had left and that the ace still there were all passed out ... drunk or high.

Terrified, she slowly crept passed the sleeping men and then snuck down the stair. She couldn't find her dress and she wasn't going to wait around to bump them. Completely naked, she ran down the street and hid in some bushes in a small park. She fell asleep.

Early the next morning, she woke up to a man standing over her. The man, in short circuit and a tee shirt, was obviously a jogger."You okay ?"he asked her, trying to appear at her face and not down at her naked body. Carole didn't reply. Scared, she tried to track herself and stood up.

The man moved up closer to her. Carole moved back away from him, still scared and confused."It's okay,"the man said, taking his shirt off."Here,"he said, handing it to her."Put this on."Carole put on the jersey and slowly came out of the bushes.

"cum on, let's get you out of here,"the Jogger said. He escorted her back to his car."We should foretell the law,"he said. Carole didn't say anything, but shook her head, ‘ no.'The Jogger tried to carry her, but she just declined each time."Where should I subscribe you ?"he asked in the car.

"Take me to your place,"Carole finally spoke.

"What ? You sure ?"She nodded."Ah, I'm not sure that is a honest estimation,"the Jogger said.

"Please,"she begged.

"Okay,"he finally acquiesced.

The Jogger took her to his apartment and let her in. He showed her where the bathroom was and told her she could clean up. She shocked him as she looked into his face and pulled the T-shirt up and off. This was the foremost he could see her in full light. She was beautiful and sexy, but at the moment she looked dread. Her hair was matted with travail and cum. Her boldness was bruised and streaked with dehydrated sperm. Her big tits were covered with bite marks and contusion. Some were imbibe marks, but others were contusion from the vicious slapping they had taken. Cum threaded across her dresser and her belly. When she turned around to get in the shower, he saw that her ass was covered with script prints that were turning into bad bruise as well.

A 30 minutes later, she reemerged from the bathroom. Again, to his surprise, she was totally nude. She stood directly in front end of him and looked at him. Embarrassed, he tried to front away."You don't like what you see ?"Carole asked and then started sobbing.

"Of path, I do,"he replied, confused."But you are married,"he said lamely,"and you have just been abused and hurt."

"But you can't even look at me,"she sobbed."I am so ugly now."She sat down on the couch future to him and cried.

Not knowing what to do, the Jogger put his arm over her shoulder joint. She leaned into him. After several second, her bastard dwindled. Exhausted, she laid down on his lap and fell asleep.

It was difficult for the man. Here was this sexy naked woman laying with her head in his lap. She had just been raped. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't helper but feel at her nakedness. She was beautiful and he was very entice to partake her, but he didn't. He struggled with himself.

She moved slightly. Her head came to rest directly on top of his tool. It twitched and started to harden. He couldn't stop it. Carole woke up and could feel it proceed. She rolled her head and looked up at his fount. She smiled. They both knew he had a raging hard-on.

She brought her bridge player up to his zipper and took time lag of the pull tab."Wait,"the Jogger said, gasping and reaching down to stop her. She gently moved his men away and pulled the zipper undefended. Reaching in, she pulled the man's prick out. He stared down wide as Carole lifted her head enough to move his underdrawers down a little and overstretch his cock out completely. She smiled back up at him. Then she licked it.

"Oh, God,"he gasped. Carole rolled further over and took the man's knockout rod into her mouth.

A minute later, he had his bridge player on the rear of her forefront as she moved her mouthpiece up and down his long prick."Oh, my God,"the man kept repeating. She took more than and more of him into her mouth and down her throat. Then he burst."Oh, my God, yeah,"he gasped as she gulped and swallowed his hot load.

She let him cease in her rima oris, sucking continuously on his twitching cock until she had drained the lastly slight bit of cum from the dick. Then she sat up adjacent to him.

"Can you take me domicile, now ?"she asked him.

The man just looked at her and laughed."Sure,"he said."What's your name and where do you live ?"he asked.

Carole selected a long T-shirt to wear as a short wearing apparel and then gave him the address. He drove her home.

I heard the car come up the drive and met them at the door."Where have you been ? I was worried ?"I said, hugging my wife. I looked at the man with her."Come on in,"I said."What happened ?"I asked Carole again.

The Jogger followed us nervously into the living room."I should go now,"the man said.

"No, wait a mo,"I told him commandingly. A little frightened by my flavour, he stopped and just stood there.

"cum in and sit down,"I told them both. I sat Carole on the frame side by side to me and the man in one of the other chairs."What happened ?"I repeated.

Carole told us the story. She sobbed the entire way through. The other man was very nervous when she got to the end of the storey, but she left off the blowjob she had given him.

"Are you okay ?"I said, looking at her offend face."Let me see."

Carole knew what I meant and didn't hesitate. She stood and pulled the long tee shirt off over her read/write head."Shit,"I said, under my breather, when I saw her bruised body.

The Jogger looked shocked. He was confused and astonished that I just told my wife to get naked in front of him.

"Turn around,"I told her. She turned to face the Jogger and I looked at her bruised binding and ass."They really worked you over,"I said."How many men had sex with you ?"I asked.

"I don't know,"she said and started to cry.

I stood and turned her cover around to face me."It's okay,"I told her, comfortingly, as I hugged her."It's okay. I don't matter how many did."I slid my hand down to her ass and cupped her veracious brass."It's only sex,"I said, to the other man's amazement."You will be fine. I'll predict the Doctor and we will go see him tomorrow. You will be just fine."

She started to slow her crying."You still lie with me ?"she asked.

"Of course, I do,"I told her, squeezing her ass."Why would I stop loving you ? I like it when you get fucked by other men. Silly."I pulled her face up to wait into mine."It doesn't subject that you were fucked,"I said with a smile."I don't like that they beat you up, but the sex is fine. OK ?"

"O.K.,"she said, wiping her eyes.

I looked over at the upset man."You fuck her too ?"I asked him."It's okay if you did. Just curious."

"No,"Carole answered for him."He was the stark gentlemen, so I gave him a blowjob."She smiled and laughed a little.

"wellspring, safe for you,"I told her, smiling back at her."So, why don't you do that again before he leaves ?"

"O.K.,"she said. She turned and walked over to the other man.

He watched in amazement as she obediently got down on her knee in front of him. She reached up and unzipped his pants. Then she looked up into his oculus as she took his ragging hard hammer out his drawers and kissed the point. He stared into her centre as she started licking up and down the shaft. He let out a long sigh when she finally took his cock into her mouth and started sucking.

Carole gave him an prominent cock sucking that ended with him exploding into her mouth. She made a big deal out of swallowing his burden and then smiling back up at him."I really like the way your cum taste sensation,"she told him.

"My turning,"I said, waving her over to me. She turned and crawled on her helping hand and knee over to me. My drawers were already down and I was stroking my tough cock. She took it from me."Suck my balls,"I told her. Carole popped one into her mouth and rolled it around with her tongue as she continued to stroke me with her hand.

The other man stayed and watched as she deep-throated my long thick cock. She drank my cum. After I was finished with her, I got up and led him to the room access. I thanked him and shake up his hand.

The future day, I took her to see the Dr.. The MD had seen her before and knew what she was ... a slavish slut. After several exam and waiting a duo days for results, I took her back to his office."She is amercement,"the Doctor said."Just some bruising. That will go away after a while."

"Thanks, Doc,"I said, shaking his bridge player, thankful she was given a plumb eyeshade of health.

"So about my handbill,"the doc said, looking down at Carole. He licked his lips.

I smiled and said,"This weekend ?"

"All weekend,"the Doc said.

"Agreed,"I said."Bring her to you Friday after work."

I took my wife home and fucked her surd. That Friday, I dropped her off at the Doctor's function. He later told me that she performed beautifully .