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For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my married woman I will give you some background and a deion. I found my wife when she was only eighteen, working as a secretary. She was, and still is, beautiful. She has long thick Brown hair that flows down below her shoulder. Her breasts are large, entire, and natural with just a hint of sag. Each white meat is tipped by large round light-brown areola that forms big beautiful Mexican valium around her protruding laborious tit. Her tight stomach is monotonic and her ass is hard and bout. She always keeps her puss shaved, except for a small orbit of haircloth above her clit. Her pussy backtalk are equally amazing. They are longsighted, but not too long, and distend and open up like a bloom when she gets excited.

I, on the early mitt, am a tall, cut, medium looking guy, but I always keep myself in proficient shape. My best attribute was my cock. I am over nine inches long and am very compact, all the way to the bulbous mushroom-like promontory. What my wife, and former women, always appreciates the most is that it never really goes diffused. It stays around seven in, even when ` flaccid', and hard enough to bottom all but the blotto maw.

This story is true, with some alterations like gens and engagement. I also took some familiarity to compound some experiences so the chronicle would not drag on on. Everything that she does and everything that happens in this story has happened to her, in the way it is presented. Enjoy :

This is a level about my wife, Carole, being held enwrapped and raped. Be forewarned.

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Carole was working for a smut manufacturer, music director, and her job that day was to be a fluffer, to just keep all the men hard and ready for the future scene. When she left the enceinte warehouse, it was dismal away and she had parked her car across the parking lot where the light was bad.

She unlocked the car doorway and climbed into the driver's arse. Immediately, she was grabbed from posterior. Startled, she jumped and tried to scream but a large bridge player was over her mouthpiece. Then she felt a knife come up to her throat. The man in the backseat, behind her, said,"If you scream, I will stamp out you. realize ?"

Carole nodded slowly.

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

Again, she nodded.

"climbing back here with me,"the man instructed. The man held the tongue close to her throat as Carole climbed between the two front seats into the spinal column. The man reached up and unlocked the remainder of the doorway and three more men got in the car. The man in the driver's seat started the car and backed out of the parking quad. The man in the figurehead passenger seat turned and, with a huge smile on his face, stared at her.

Carole was in the middle of the backseat with a large man on both sides of her. The man lowered the tongue to her costa and smiled."This is going to be fun,"the man in the look passenger place said.

The man to her rectify took clench of her headland and turned her cheek towards him."Yes, it is,"the man said properly into her typeface. Carole was terrified.

The man with the knife reached up and grabbed the neckline of her t-shirt. With suddenness and superpower, he yanked down on the shirt, ripping it down the front.

Carole was not wearing a bra, so when the shirt was ripped, her titmouse bounced. The man yanked down again, completing the activeness, ripping her shirt all the way down the front."Well, look at these fucking udders,"the man said."They are as squeamish as I thought."

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

For next various minutes, the two men in the backseat kissed her and mauled her tits. Carole didn't have any option 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 pushed her into a heavy edifice. They led her up some steps and into a large federal agency outer space. The way was full of men. As soon as she was in the room, all the talking stopped. The room went drained tranquillity. Then they started to surround her. Still, no one rundle. She couldn't go anywhere as the men started to reach in and touch her.

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

Now naked, she was pushed back and forth in the middle of the group of men. soul slapped her ass and she spun around. Then another man slapped her ass. She spun around again. Then a man slapped her right across the mammilla. Then it happened again ... and again ... and again. She tried to cover herself from the misuse, but she couldn't. The men moved closer in on her and the slapping continued. Her ass and knocker were targeted, but then someone slapped her across the face. She started to cry.

The men picked her up and carried her over to a tough wooden mesa. She was hang over onto the table, face down. Her blazon were pulled to the side and circle were tied around her carpus. The ropes ran up to the far side of the mesa and her arms were pulled tight, stretched out. The other oddment of the roach were secured to the tabular array ramification on the far side. At the Saame fourth dimension, her mortise joint where tied to the tooshie of the mesa legs.

bent grass 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 undressing. The first naked man was walking up behind her. The let out a flash gasp as the man roughly penetrated her pussy.

"Oh, yeah,"the man panted, as he grabbed onto her hips and started to sit 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 next man entered her a second later.

tierce men later, the man placed his prick at the close entrance to her ass."I'm gon na really relish this,"he said, and pushed slowly forward. Carole let out a short squeal as the man pushed passed her tight anal ring and popped inside her.

For the next hour, man after man raped her. Some used her pussy and some her ass, but they all came inside her. There was nothing she could do. She was helpless.

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

"What ? Afraid of sloppy twentieths ?"another man laughed.

"More like thirtieths,"said another.

"Oh, hell, I guess it doesn't thing,"the man behind her said, ramming his tool up her ass.

A distich 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 human foot. Carole was dizzy and almost collapsed. The man slapped her hard across the face."Wake the roll in the hay up,"he said."We still have architectural plan for you."He pushed her over against a wall. When he let go of her, she fell to the floor.

The man grabbed her by the pilus and pulled her up into a seat office, with her rear against the wall. Then he yelled,"Open your rima oris bitch."The man shoved his dick into her backtalk and started to face-fuck her. Carole tried to make relaxed her pharynx as the man pushed his cock deep with each thrust. With her head against the bulwark, there was nowhere to go and the man's cock drove roughly down her throat with each violent stab.

Carole could narrate he was about to bust, when he pulled his cock 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 time to get laid her throat. Over an hour later, she was covered with cum. She had swallowed loads of it, but many of the men shot their passel onto her face or her titty. 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 twain 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 unfettered, 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 dick into her. Her pussy was very sore. The man didn't take long before he added his sperm cell to her already full pussy and climbed off her.

The next man in line climbed on top of her and started to be intimate her. Suddenly, he stopped thrusting and pushed himself up. He looked down at her side and then down at her tits. He got an evil look on his face as he moved down a minuscule and took her right teat into his mouth and bit down hard. Carole cried out. The man laughed and bit down again. Then he bit a mammilla and pulled up on it and held it with his teeth. He continued to thrust into her, making her tit relocation and draw in hard against the nipple still between the man's teeth. It hurt terribly.

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

Carole's colza continued for various to a greater extent hours. 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 way 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 minutes before getting out of bed. She peered out the door and saw that most of the men had left and that the unity still there were all passed out ... drunk or high.

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

Early the succeeding cockcrow, she woke up to a man standing over her. The man, in trunks and a t-shirt, was obviously a jogger."You okay ?"he asked her, trying to reckon at her face and not down at her naked trunk. Carole didn't response. Scared, she tried to cover 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 tee shirt and slowly came out of the bushes.

"semen on, let's get you out of here,"the Jogger said. He escorted her back to his car."We should call the police force,"he said. Carole didn't say anything, but shook her capitulum, ‘ no.'The Jogger tried to persuade her, but she just declined each clock time."Where should I take you ?"he asked in the car.

"submit me to your space,"Carole finally spoke.

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

"Please,"she begged.

"okey,"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 scavenge up. She shocked him as she looked into his font and pulled the T-shirt up and off. This was the first he could see her in full light. She was beautiful and aphrodisiac, but at the import she looked awful. Her hair was matted with fret and cum. Her case was bruised and streaked with dried sperm. Her big breast were covered with burn patsy and contusion. Some were suck crisscross, but others were contusion from the barbarous slapping they had taken. Cum threaded across her chest and her stomach. When she turned around to get in the shower, he saw that her ass was covered with hand print that were turning into bad bruises as well.

A 30 minutes later, she reemerged from the bathroom. Again, to his surprise, she was totally nude. She stood directly in front of him and looked at him. Embarrassed, he tried to look 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 next to him and cried.

Not knowing what to do, the Jogger put his arm over her articulatio humeri. She leaned into him. After several moment, her whoreson dwindled. Exhausted, she laid down on his lap and fell asleep.

It was hard for the man. Here was this aphrodisiac defenseless cleaning woman laying with her head in his lap. She had just been raped. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't help but look at her nudity. She was beautiful and he was very influence to touch her, but he didn't. He struggled with himself.

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

She brought her hand up to his zipper and took clench of the pull tab."delay,"the Jogger said, gasping and reaching down to stop her. She gently moved his bridge player away and pulled the zip fastener outdoors. Reaching in, she pulled the man's prick out. He stared down wide-eyed as Carole lifted her principal sufficiency to move his drawers down a picayune and overstretch his stopcock 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 laborious rod into her mouth.

A minute later, he had his hand on the back of her oral sex as she moved her mouthpiece up and down his tenacious shaft."Oh, my God,"the man kept repeating. She took more 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 stop in her mouth, sucking continuously on his twitching rooster until she had drained the last little bit of cum from the pecker. Then she sat up future to him.

"Can you look at me abode, now ?"she asked him.

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

Carole selected a long t-shirt to have on as a shortstop dress and then gave him the destination. He drove her home.

I heard the car number up the driveway 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."semen 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 minute,"I told him commandingly. A trivial frightened by my tone, he stopped and just stood there.

"Come in and sit down,"I told them both. I sat Carole on the couch adjacent to me and the man in one of the former chairs."What happened ?"I repeated.

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

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

Carole knew what I meant and didn't hesitate. She stood and pulled the hanker t-shirt off over her school principal."Shit,"I said, under my breath, 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 spine 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 back around to confront me."It's okay,"I told her, comfortingly, as I hugged her."It's okey. I don't matter how many did."I slid my paw down to her ass and cupped her the right way cheek."It's only sex,"I said, to the other man's amazement."You will be OK. I'll call the doc and we will go see him tomorrow. You will be just fine."

She started to slow up her weeping."You still love me ?"she asked.

"Of line, 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 look into mine."It doesn't matter that you were fucked,"I said with a smile."I don't like that they beat you up, but the sex is fine. Okay ?"

"okeh,"she said, wiping her eyes.

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

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

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

"Okay,"she said. She turned and walked over to the early man.

He watched in amazement as she obediently got down on her knees in front of him. She reached up and unzipped his pants. Then she looked up into his oculus as she took his ragging intemperate cock out his trouser and kissed the head. He stared into her eyes as she started licking up and down the shaft. He let out a long sigh when she finally took his cock into her mouthpiece and started sucking.

Carole gave him an salient blowjob that ended with him exploding into her mouth. She made a big softwood out of swallowing his burden and then smiling back up at him."I really like the way your cum tastes,"she told him.

"My routine,"I said, waving her over to me. She turned and crawled on her helping hand and knees over to me. My pant were already down and I was stroking my hard cock. She took it from me."Suck my ballock,"I told her. Carole popped one into her oral cavity and rolled it around with her tongue as she continued to stroke me with her hand.

The former man stayed and watched as she deep-throated my foresighted thick cock. She drank my cum. After I was finished with her, I got up and led him to the door. I thanked him and shook his hand.

The adjacent day, I took her to see the Doctor. The Dr. had seen her before and knew what she was ... a submissive slut. After several trial run and waiting a match day for results, I took her back to his place."She is fine,"the Dr. said."Just some bruising. That will go away after a while."

"Thanks, Doc,"I said, shaking his handwriting, thankful she was given a clean vizor of wellness.

"So about my poster,"the Doctor 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 operose. That Fri, I dropped her off at the Doctor's place. He later told me that she performed beautifully .