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For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my wife I will give you some backcloth and a deion. I found my wife when she was only eighteen, working as a secretaire. She was, and still is, beautiful. She has long thick brown hair that flows down below her shoulders. Her chest are large, wide-cut, and innate with just a tinge of sag. Each breast is tipped by enceinte one shot light-brown areola that forms big beautiful circles around her protruding operose nipples. Her tight stomach is matted and her ass is hard and round. She always keeps her puss shaved, except for a small region of hair above her clitoris. Her kitty-cat lips are equally amazing. They are long, but not too long, and distend and open like a flower when she gets excited.

I, on the other hand, am a tall, thin, average looking guy, but I always keep myself in estimable frame. My best property was my cock. I am over nine in long and am very thick, all the way to the bulbous mushroom-like head. What my married woman, and early cleaning lady, always appreciates the most is that it never really goes lenient. It stays around seven inch, even when ` flaccid', and hard enough to diffuse all but the taut mess.

This story is confessedly, with some modification like names and dates. I also took some familiarity to combine some experiences so the news report would not haul on. Everything that she does and everything that happens in this history has happened to her, in the way it is presented. Enjoy :

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

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Carole was working for a porn producer, director, and her job that day was to be a fluffer, to just stay fresh all the men hard and ready for the succeeding prospect. When she left the large storage warehouse, it was coloured outside and she had parked her car across the parking lot where the lighting was bad.

She unlocked the car room access and climbed into the driver's seat. Immediately, she was grabbed from behind. Startled, she jumped and tried to scream but a large bridge player was over her sass. Then she felt a knife come up to her pharynx. The man in the backseat, behind her, said,"If you scream, I will belt down you. Understand ?"

Carole nodded slowly.

"commodity. 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 knife close to her throat as Carole climbed between the two social movement seats into the back. The man reached up and unlocked the rest of the doorway and three more men got in the car. The man in the device driver's seat started the car and backed out of the parking space. The man in the front rider seat turned and, with a huge grin on his face, stared at her.

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

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

The man with the knife reached up and grabbed the neckline of her tee shirt. With suddenness 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 activeness, ripping her shirt all the way down the front."Well, look at these fucking udders,"the man said."They are as nice as I thought."

At the same clock time, the man on her right turned Carole's face to his and he kissed her, forcefully. She didn't respond, which upset him."Bitch, kiss me justly,"the man said, slapping her gruelling 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 bosom. Carole didn't have any alternative 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 enceinte building. They led her up some steps and into a large office space. The elbow room was full of men. As soon as she was in the room, all the talking stopped. The room went dead quiet. Then they started to surround her. Still, no one wheel spoke. She couldn't go anywhere as the men started to turn over in and contact her.

As one man lifted his script up and grabbed her right tit. From behind her, a man pulled what remained of her shirt off her backrest. Hands came in from every management. Her arms were grabbed and held as her shorts were unsnapped and pulled down.

Now naked, she was pushed back and forth in the middle of the group 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 correctly across the titty. Then it happened again ... and again ... and again. She tried to cross herself from the ill-usage, but she couldn't. The men moved closer in on her and the slapping continued. Her ass and tits were targeted, but then someone slapped her across the nerve. She started to cry.

The men picked her up and carried her over to a inflexible wooden table. She was bent over onto the table, face down. Her arms were pulled to the side and ropes were tied around her wrists. The circle ran up to the far slope of the table and her arms were pull in compressed, stretched out. The other ends of the R-2 were secured to the table legs on the far side. At the same sentence, her mortise joint where tied to the buttocks of the board 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 undressing. The first naked man was walking up behind her. The let out a loud gasp as the man roughly penetrated her pussy.

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

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

For the next hour, man after man raped her. Some used her kitty-cat 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 pants and joined the telephone circuit. When one man got up to her for his round, 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 topic,"the man behind her said, ramming his cock up her ass.

A distich hour 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 feet. Carole was dizzy and almost collapsed. The man slapped her intemperately across the face."Wake the fuck up,"he said."We still have plans 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 hair and pulled her up into a induct position, with her spinal column against the rampart. Then he yelled,"Open your oral cavity bitch."The man shoved his shaft into her mouth and started to face-fuck her. Carole tried to slack up her throat as the man pushed his putz deep with each jabbing. With her head against the wall, there was nowhere to go and the man's hammer drove roughly down her throat with each violent stab.

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

The parentage reformed, this time to fuck her throat. Over an hour later, she was covered with cum. She had swallowed loads of it, but many of the men shot their wads onto her face or her tits. Dried cum was caked all over her and wise cum ran down her fount and her chest.

Finally, it stopped. Or so she thought.

A couple proceedings later, she was pulled to her metrical foot 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 undo, 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 pussycat was very sore. The man didn't take long before he added his sperm to her already wide-cut 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 face and then down at her tit. He got an evil looking on his face as he moved down a piffling and took her right mamilla into his mouth and bit down hard. Carole cried out. The man laughed and bit down again. Then he bit a tit and pulled up on it and held it with his teeth. He continued to thrust into her, making her tit movement and pull hard against the nipple still between the man's tooth. It hurt terribly.

Suddenly, he stopped fucking her again and for the next several minutes, he continued to bite both her boob, leaving marks all over them. Then he went back to fucking her. various 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 assault continued for several more 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 pussy and one in the ass. Her ass was spanked. Her tits were slapped and bit. Her brass was slapped and skewer 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 respective minutes before getting out of bed. She peered out the threshold and saw that almost of the men had left and that the ones still there were all passed out ... rummy or high.

Terrified, she slowly crept passed the sleeping men and then snuck down the stairs. She couldn't find her apparel and she wasn't going to wait around to find them. Completely naked, she ran down the street and hid in some pubic hair in a small parking lot. She fell asleep.

Early the next morning, she woke up to a man standing over her. The man, in drawers and a T-shirt, was obviously a jogger."You okay ?"he asked her, trying to look at her human face and not down at her naked soundbox. Carole didn't answer. 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 tee shirt and slowly came out of the bushes.

"Come on, let's get you out of here,"the Jogger said. He escorted her back to his car."We should predict the constabulary,"he said. Carole didn't say anything, but shook her headland, ‘ no.'The Jogger tried to persuade her, but she just declined each time."Where should I use up you ?"he asked in the car.

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

"What ? You sure ?"She nodded."Ah, I'm not sure enough that is a practiced idea,"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 john was and told her she could clean up. She shocked him as she looked into his face and pulled the tee shirt up and off. This was the low gear he could see her in full lighter. She was beautiful and aphrodisiac, but at the mo she looked frightfully. Her hair was matted with exertion and cum. Her case was bruised and streaked with dried sperm cell. Her big nipple were covered with snack marks and bruises. Some were suck stigma, but others were bruises from the vicious 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 mark that were turning into bad contusion as well.

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

"Of trend, 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 shoulder. She leaned into him. After several bit, her sobs 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 help but look at her nakedness. She was beautiful and he was very invite to touch 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 blockage it. Carole woke up and could feel it move. She rolled her point and looked up at his look. She smiled. They both knew he had a raging hard-on.

She brought her hand up to his zip fastener and took cargo area of the root for tab."Wait,"the Jogger said, gasping and reaching down to finish her. She gently moved his hands away and pulled the zip fastener surface. Reaching in, she pulled the man's shaft out. He stared down round-eyed as Carole lifted her head enough to run his shorts down a little and pull 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 hard rod into her mouth.

A minute later, he had his helping hand on the cover of her head as she moved her mouth up and down his long prick."Oh, my God,"the man kept repeating. She took more and to a greater extent 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 land up in her oral fissure, sucking continuously on his twitching hammer until she had drained the finis picayune bit of cum from the diaphysis. Then she sat up next to him.

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

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

Carole selected a recollective T-shirt to put on as a short dress and then gave him the name and address. He drove her home.

I heard the car add up 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."Come on in,"I said."What happened ?"I asked Carole again.

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

"No, hold off a minute,"I told him commandingly. A minuscule frightened by my tone, he stopped and just stood there.

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

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

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

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

The Jogger looked scandalize. He was confused and astonished that I just told my married woman to get naked in figurehead of him.

"twist around,"I told her. She turned to face the Jogger and I looked at her bruised rear 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 face me."It's okay,"I told her, comfortingly, as I hugged her."It's okeh. I don't matter how many did."I slid my paw down to her ass and cupped her correct cheek."It's only sex,"I said, to the other man's amazement."You will be fine. I'll address the Doctor and we will go see him tomorrow. You will be just fine."

She started to decelerate her shout."You still fuck 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 boldness up to wait into mine."It doesn't topic that you were fucked,"I said with a smile."I don't like that they beat you up, but the sex is fine. Okay ?"

"O.K.,"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 perfective tense gentlemen, so I gave him a blowjob."She smiled and laughed a little.

"Well, dear 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 early man.

He watched in astonishment 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 eyes as she took his ragging hard rooster out his pant and kissed the head word. He stared into her eyes as she started licking up and down the shaft. He let out a farseeing suspiration when she finally took his rooster into her backtalk and started sucking.

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

"My turn,"I said, waving her over to me. She turned and crawled on her hands and knees over to me. My pants were already down and I was stroking my hard cock. She took it from me."Suck my balls,"I told her. Carole popped one into her mouth and rolled it around with her glossa as she continued to stroke me with her hand.

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

The succeeding day, I took her to see the physician. The Doctor had seen her before and knew what she was ... a submissive slut. After respective tests and waiting a couple years 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 mitt, thankful she was given a clean Federal Reserve note of health.

"So about my beak,"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 married woman home plate and fucked her hard. That Friday, I dropped her off at the Doctor's office staff. He later told me that she performed beautifully .