“And that’s all the time we have for tonight. Join us tomorrow at ten for WXKY’s ten o’clock news” the voice coming from the TV droned. It was just loud enough to register in Jen’s tired and frustrated ears.
Jen struggled to open her eyes as her ears picked up the late news signing off. Her mouth felt really dry so she reached over to the coffee table for her cup, but when she picked it up, it felt empty. A quick little shake of the wrist confirmed it was. She sat up on the couch slowly, flexing her shoulders and feeling the satisfying crack of her back. Running her fingers through her shoulder length hair, red at the moment, but shifting to her natural brown, she wondered if there was any tea left in the refrigerator.
She shuffled her way across the small living room to the small kitchen. The kitchen’s cracked linoleum floor felt clammy and sticky on her bare feet. She found a bit luck in the fridge, there was enough tea left for a small glass. She reminded herself to remind herself to make more in the morning.
Jen shuffled out of the kitchen, across shag carpet, that had to be from the seventies, that covered the rest of the tiny apartment, to the bedroom. The carpet tended to create static electricity when Jen shuffled her feet. Sometimes she would forget and zap herself on a light switch. Other times, she did it deliberately, zapping her boyfriend Steve when he least expected it.
The apartment was small and cheap, but Jen was very hopeful they would be able to afford something better and in a better neighborhood, once a couple of student loans were paid off in a few months. The loans took up a big chuck of her and Steve’s budget.
Jen looked at the digital clock on the stove, it read 10:47. Steve had been working second shift for the last several months. Often, the shifts on the loading dock didn’t end until two in the morning. By the time he dragged his bone dead body through the door of the apartment, it was often after three. Jen had to be up by six in the morning in order to make it to work by eight, but she was off tomorrow. She planned on sleeping in.
Before Steve started his second shift, they had been sexual dynamos. But, after a couple of months on the second shift and especially after the beginning of forced overtime, the opportunities for sexual release for the both of them had dwindled. Lately, it seemed to Jen that she was pulling teeth to get anything from Steve lasting more than a few minutes.
Jen groaned when she noticed the laundry hamper. Her body was only a moment from flopping into bed. Steve’s work shirts glared at her, demanding she get them washed since he would need them in the morning. She sighed in resignation, knowing she promised to wash them. She stared at the clock and wondered if she would be able to just do it in the morning. Then she remembered her sister was due to pick her up in the morning.
Jen picked up the hamper, threw the detergent next to it on top and marched out of the room. She would get this done, then sleep in tomorrow. She grabbed a roll of quarters from the change jar in the kitchen and made sure her key was in her pocket. She snatched a magazine from the coffee table since her phone was still charging.
The night had been warm and the A/C worked intermittent for several months and Jen was dressed for comfort, not propriety. She wore a white spaghetti strapped tee shirt, her bra less nipples poking firmly against the fabric due to the chill of the basement. Steve liked when she wore tee shirts like the one she had on. He enjoyed watching her breasts sway under the thin fabric. He red nylon shorts were showing their age, but her toes were warm, snug in her fluffy slippers, a Christmas gift from Steve.
She made her way down three flights of stairs to the basement laundry room. She was quite happy noting it was empty and she had her pick of machines. Once the clothes were loaded and the machine started, Jen sat down in an uncomfortable, hard plastic chair and stretched her legs out. Her eyes drooped close, her magazine unread.
Boisterous voices and the clomps of footfalls on the steps leading to the basement laundry room, announced the arrival of unknown interlopers to Jen’s peaceful and quiet interlude. The door flew open and three people Jen did not know personally, but she had seen them around the apartment complex, came in.
The first through the door was a tall, tanned, burly, biker guy. Well over six feet tall, with sunglasses holding his long brown hair back and a thick beard, he strode into the room as if he owned the place. His thick arms were covered in tattoos and a stained muscle tee shirt stretched tautly across his chest, faded, well worn jeans tight across his leg and strangely for a biker type, flip flops.
A diminutive woman with long dark brown, almost black, hair followed him carrying a large basket of clothes. She wore a loose flowered sun dress, unbuttoned half way down her torso and her large breasts swaying under the thin material.
Another tall man, definitely not tanned, followed the woman into the room. He wasn’t as tall as the first man, nor as burly. His tan cargo shorts bunched up against his waist due to a belt and had seen better days and his muscle shirt hung loose on his lanky frame.
The burly biker gave Jen a predatory look, his eyes undressing her as he passed by “Hey there honey, kinda late for washin’ ain’t it?”
The woman giggled and flashed Jen a megawatt smile, but her smoky eyes radiated unconstrained lust.
The last man licked his lips as he edged by Jen, “’scuse me little lady.”
Jen felt uncomfortable with the three in the room. The biker leaned against the far wall with his huge arms crossed over his chest. Jen could feel his eyes on her as he traced his ways from her feet to her eyes. She crossed her arms over her ample chest and pulled her legs back under the hard chair she sat on.
The woman glanced over to Jen as she slowly dropped clothes into the dryer, seductively licking her plump red lips and batting her thick eyelashes. She dropped her eyes and looked intently at the cracked linoleum floor of the laundry room. She had never had a woman look at her the way this woman was looking at her.
The thin biker was far more overt. Looking at Jen with undisguised lust, he slowly lowered his left arm to his crotch and rubbed the growing bulge in his cargo shorts. She drew in a sharp breath and averted her eyes from the man. Jen felt her face flush beet red at the thought of this man, who she had seen a few times in the apartment complex, openly rubbing himself in front of her.
“What’s a purty little thing like you doing up this late?” the burly biker asked.
Jen glanced at her washer and inwardly groaned, it was still on the wash cycle and it would be a while before it finished.
“Just, just getting some washing done for my boyfriend” Jen mumbled.
The thin man straightened up and leaned forward to Jen with a hand cupped to his ear, “What was that hon? Big Jim asked you’se a question.”
“She’s not too polite Big Jim” the woman chuckled. “Maybe I should…give her a lesson in politeness.”
Jen glanced at the woman. One hand rubbed up and down Big Jim’s arm while the other twirled a short strand of her hair. When she saw Jen glancing at her, she snickered and puckered up lips, popping Jen a big kiss.
The man the other two called Big Jim slowly crossed the few steps that separated Jen from him like a predator stalking prey. As he crouched down in front of her, Jen turned her head away from him. Her breathing had increased and she felt fear in the pit of her stomach. Her fear had frozen her body in place and her lips tight. Jen felt beads of sweat break out on her forehead, her hands started feeling clammy.
“I’ve seen ya round here little missy” Big Jim said with a lecherous grin.
“Please, I…I don’t want any trouble” Jen pleaded.
The woman laughingly mocked Jen “I don’t want no trouble.”
Jen glanced at the woman and the thin man with pleading eyes, but she was met with the hungry eyes of the woman and the thin man lewdly stroking the bulge in his shorts.
Jen went to stand, “I’ve got to go!”
“No, no there dear” Big Jim placed his large, beefy hand on Jen’s knee. “Sit!” he commanded.
Jen was shaking as she sat back down. Big Jim remained crouched in front of her, “You are a rude young thing” he said. “I’m thinking Mona is right, maybe you do need a lesson in being polite.”
“NO!” Jen found her voice. “I’m just going to go.” Again, she started to get up to leave as quickly as she could, her laundry forgotten.
“But hon, yo washing ain’t ready for the dryer. Them clothes will get smelly” Mona snickered again. She sauntered over to Jen’s chair and placed her small hand on Jen’s bare shoulder, “An we wouldn’t want you to go back home with tha wrong smell on ya.”
Jen shuddered as Mona’s hand traced down her bare arm and Big Jim’s hands ran up and down her bare thighs.
“What kinda lesson do ya think she needs Mona?” Big Jim asked huskily.
Mona scooted Jen over on the hard plastic chair, one thin arm draped around her and the other hand rubbing across Jen’s stomach. “I’m a thinkin this rude hussy needs a spanking Big Jim. Pink up her ass and I think she’ll remember to be polite.”
Tears welled up in Jen’s eyes as she pleaded, “No, please, I need to go back to my apartment.”
Big Jim took Jen’s hands that were crossed over her chest and commanded “Stand up little miss rudeness.”
Jen shook her head as tears flowed down her cheeks but she stood, as Jen’s natural submissive nature surrendered to Big Jim’s command.
Big Jim pushed Jen gently forward, “Bend forward and put your hands on that there washer missy!”
His voice brooked no opposition and Jen complied unsteadily.
“Please, please! I’m sorry, I won’t be rude again!” she begged.
Jen screwed her eyes up when she heard Big Jim ask Mona, “How many swats Mona?”
“Till her cheeks are red!”
“And how am I gonna tell that?”
“Ya gotta see ’em silly!”
“Well then Mona, why don’t you do the honors.”
“NO!” Jen cried as she felt her red shorts pulled over her shapely hips and down her tanned thighs.
“Ummm, just like I thought. Only tramps don’t wear no panties!” Jen heard the thin man exclaim.
Mona ran her soft hands over Jen’s bare ass, her voice dripping with hunger, “I think you’re right there slim, she sure do seem like a tramp.”
Jen heard the rustling sound of a belt being pulled from loops. The sound brought back memories of inflamed lust, delicious stings and a burning desire to be filled, used, owned. She felt Big Jim’s body when he leaned against her.
“Rude tramps gotta learn to be polite” he whispered in her ear. “Spread them legs there missy. Wider!”
Jen complied, spreading her legs wide. She could feel the warm air of the laundry room on her moistening pussy. Her ass wriggled and shook in fearful anticipation of the belt striking her.
The short whoosh of a belt cutting through the air came as a surprise. It took a moment for the pain of the sting to race to her mind and then for her mouth to cry out.
“That’s one” Mona giggled.
“Next time you say ‘Thank You Sir’” Big Jim demanded.
“Yes sir” Jen said softly as she struggled to stay standing in her shame.
A moment later, her other cheek received the sting, “Thank You Sir!” Jen cried out with her eyes screwed tightly shut.
Jen could not anticipate Big Jim’s blows, they just came and all she could do is cry out “Thank You Sir” and grip the edge of the washer. She could not believe she was in this position, so weak she did not stand up for herself. She had never been able to overcome her submissive nature. At times, she craved the feeling of being dominated and owned.
She breathed in sharply when she felt wetness between her legs. What she feared would happen when Mona’s hands pulled her shorts down had become reality. The last thing Jen needed was for these three monsters to know that her body was betraying her.
She felt Mona’s hand caress her stinging right ass cheek, “This one’s getting red Big Jim!”
Jen felt Mona’s fingers trace down her stinging ass to her thigh. Jen’s breath caught as Moan’s fingers moved inside and she felt Mona’s fingers slide through Jen’s wetness that had been tracing a path downwards.
“OOOOOH! Slim! You’re right! But she’s not just a tramp!” Mona exclaimed. “She’s a slut too, this bitch is wet!”
Jen bit her lip, but cried out in anguished pleasure, when Mona’s fingertips slid between her very slick pussy lips. Her knees buckled and her hips wiggled as Mona drove a finger deep in her. She screwed her eyes tight and moaned when she felt Mona drive a second finger into her.
Jen’s head shot up, her arms shot forward along the washer and she cried out loudly when Big Jim brought the belt down on her ass with Mona’s fingers still driving into her. She could feel herself on the edge of a massive orgasm. She grunted and moaned, feeling a soft hand pinch and knead one breast and a bigger, rougher hand grasp the other.
“Her tits are perfect Big Jim, more than an handful and her nipples are so fucking hard” Jen heard Slim say.
She could feel the lust dripping from his voice. Just as she was about to cum, Mona pulled her fingers from her dripping pussy.
“You ain’t cumming yet you little slut” Mona said.
Jen almost begged to cum as she leaned against the washer on wobbly legs and gasping for breath. Her thin tank top was roughly pulled off and she was spun around facing Big Jim.
“Wet my cock slut, cause I’m about to fuck the cowboy shit outa you” he said as he put his big hands on her shoulders and forced her to her knees.
“Take it out and get it really wet” he demanded once she was on her knees in front of her. The sound of Jen unzipping Big Jim’s ratty jeans was louder to her,than the two washers running behind her. She popped the button and pulled his tight jeans down. His thick, hard cock sprang up hitting her face and leaving a trail of pre-cum across her cheek to mark it’s track.
Slim knelt down, his breath hot on Jen’s cheek, “Suck it slut.” Jen was horrified and aroused as she felt Slim’s bare chest against her back. Mona’s soft hands roamed over Jen and Slim began to lick and nibble on her neck.
Big Jim ran the slick head of cock across Jen’s lips, “Open up darlin, don’t make do it fer ya.”
Part of Jen despised the cock staring straight into her eye, swollen, dripping, throbbing. The other part of her wanted it badly, wanted it to use her, own her, dominate her. She slowly reached for Big Jim’s shaft, her eyes unblinking as if staring down a cobra. She wrapped her hand around his hot shaft and slowly opened her lips. The moment the slick cock head touched her slightly extended tongue, her eyes closed, yearning for what was to come.
Jen engulfed Big Jim’s cock in her mouth. She sucked lightly, running her tongue back and forth under the shaft. She pulled back, running the tip of her tongue around the head, drawing the broad part of her tongue across the tip of the sensitive shaft.
While she concentrated on Big Jim, she felt hands prying her thighs apart. She could feel fingers and the palms of hands on her sex and being drenched in her juices. One finger rubbed her clit while and another, thicker than before, probed her deeply. Jen gasped on Big Jim’s cock when she felt a fingertip probe her ass. She grabbed onto Big Jim’s thighs and moaned as the fingertip forced its way past her sphincter. The pressure and pain of the intrusion in her ass were balanced with the pleasure on her clit and the slow thrusts deep into her pussy.
Without realizing it, Jen started to thrust against the fingers manipulating her sex. Breathing through her nose, she took Big Jim’s cock deeper into the mouth. She heard Big Jim moan and felt his hands on her head.
He began to thrust his cock into her mouth.
“Take it slut!” was all she could make out. Big Jim may have said something else, but by this time, her lust and desire had taken over, drowning out all other sounds. Drool dripped from her lips and onto her breasts as Big Jim thrust into her. She gagged for a moment as he thrust savagely into her, she could feel his cock in her throat. He held it there for a moment before he withdrew.
He lifted her chin and looked into her eyes, “You’re takin it all now slut.”
With that, his cock passed her lips again and found itself at the back of her throat. Jen could feel Big Jim’s pubic hair tickling her nose repeatedly as he thrust in and out. His cock was owning her.
She felt Big Jim’s pace stutter and his cock swell in her mouth. He pulled out of her throat and came in her mouth. She could taste the salty, slightly bitter cum coat her tongue. He pulled out and several ropes of Big Jim’s cum splattered Jen’s face.
“Don’t swallow yet slut!” Big Jim commanded her. Jen looked at him and could see a wicked, satisfied smile on his face.
“Open yer mouth and show me.” Jen opened her mouth, showing Big Jim the cum in her mouth, the rest on her face.
“Let me clean her Big Jim” Jen heard Mona say.
“Go right ahead” he replied.
Jen’s body heaved. She was so close to an orgasm as Slim kept thrusting fingers into her pussy and ass. Mona gripped Jen’s face with her fingers and turned her head towards her. Jen had never kissed a woman before, Mona was her first. Their tongues swirled and touched, dancing around in forbidden passion. Mona licked Big Jim’s cum from Jen’s face and resumed her duel of tongues with Jen. Mona bit and sucked on Jen’s lips, then sucked her tongue into her mouth.
Jen released her hold on Big Jim’s thighs and held onto Moan, pulling her tight against her. Jen moaned as her body began to shake with an orgasm just about there. Moments before she could cum, Slim stopped all stimulation and Mona pulled back. Jen groaned in frustration.
Mona looked Jen in the eyes with an evil glint and whispered, “No cumming yet cunt. Not till you’re told you can.”
Jen could feel sweat running down her bare back. She looked down at her heaving breasts, glistening with cum drops, sweat and her own drool. She glanced around at her abductors. Mona was on her knees, her legs spread and nude. Tattoos dotted her body, her breasts about Jen’s size and her nipples hard. Her pussy wasn’t bare, a well trimmed strip ended right at her clit. The look on Mona’s face was pure lust.
Slim’s name was appropriate. He was tall with a lanky frame. He was adorned with only a few tattoos and his hard cock swung back and forth has he stood and moved in front of Jen. His short crew cut blond hair did not match his short brown pubic hair. While Mona had a look of excited lust on her face, Slim was wild and barely in control.
Kneeling in front of her, Slim’s chest heaving, he pulled Jen down toward his bouncing cock, “I want what Big Jim got!”
Jen offered only token resistance to Slim’s urging. Jen’s dormant slut these three had awakened was eager to take Slim in her mouth.
Slim’s cock was thinner that Big Jim’s but a tad bit longer. Slim was also much rougher than Big Jim, he wasted little time between fucking Jen’s throat and allowing her to catch her breath and suckle the sensitive head.
Before Jen knew it, she felt Mona slide under on the floor and begin to suckle and knead her hanging tits. She then felt two hands grasp her hips and a knee spread her legs. Jen’s eyes widened in shock as she felt Big Jim’s cock head begin to slide between her pussy lips, spreading the petals wide. Mona’s lips found her hard nipples and she sucked them hard into her mouth.
Jen’s mind exploded when Big Jim thrust his cock into her, she could not believe she was being used by three people. For her, things like this only happened in her fantasies or porn that she sometimes watched with her boyfriend.
Only a few hard thrusts were needed for him to fully seat himself in her. Big Jim slowly pulled his cock almost fully out of Jen, then slammed back in. She grunted each time he fully thrust into her. Mona continued to assault Jen’s tits, but her fingers found Jen’s clit and began to rub it furiously. Big Jim quickly picked up his pace while Slim’s faltered. Jen guessed he was close to cumming.
Jen’s orgasm overwhelmed her with it’s intensity. Slim’s cock slipped from her mouth and Jen cried out in pleasure. Her arms trembled and her knees buckled under Big Jim’s thrusts and Mona’s rubbing.
She could hear Big Jim say, “That’s it, take it bitch!”
Slim pulled Jen’s face back up to face his cock and shouted “I’m cumming!” He shot rope after rope of cum on Jen’s face with a sneer, “I’m just getting warmed up slut!”
Jen felt Big Jim bury himself deep in her, then his cock throbbed as he unloaded his jism deep in her.
Jen gasped for breath has she came down from her orgasm. She hoped Big Jim, Slim and Mona were satisfied, but that thought was thrown out when she heard Big Jim say, “Clean up her pussy Mona.”
Mona giggled and Slim pulled Jen up. Mona wriggled herself between Jen’s spread thighs and Slim lowered Jen back down.
Big Jim grabbed Jen by the hair and lifted her head, “You better make Mona cum. If you don’t, I’m going to tan your ass a bright red.”
Jen gasped “Please, please don’t make me! I…I’ve never done that!” Well, not since that summer graduation party after high school, Jen thought. Liz Robertson did have soft hands and soft lips, but they never moved beyond french kissing and some groping on a drunken dare.
Big Jim leered at Jen, “Lick and suck slut, that’s all there is too it.”
Jen’s back arched and she drove her pelvis down when Mona’s lips found her clit. She moaned loudly and Jen rotated her hips slowly in response to Mona’s touches. Jen stared at Mona’s bare pussy, wet, open and inviting. She tentatively ran her tongue down the sides of Mona’s vulva, then broadly swiped her tongue up Mona’s slit. That brought an immediate moan from Mona.
Mona thrust her hips up searching for Jen’s lips, who threw caution to the wind, spreading Mona’s lips with her fingers and finding Mona’s clit. Jen lightly ran her tongue over the sensitive bud then, she drew it between her lips.
Jen’s cried out when she felt Big Jim’s belt sting her ass. The strike drove Jen’s hips down and onto Mona’s lips. Jen licked and sucked Mona’s clit as best she could, hoping she would hurry up and cum. Jen thought she was getting close, due to the way Mona was grinding her hips. But, Jen’s orgasm was just as close.
She relished two more delicious swats before Jen felt Mona’s soft hands grip her ass cheeks and spread them apart. Jen was busy licking Mona’s clit and grinding her own against Mona’s lips when Jen felt something slick and cool against her puckered rosebud. Jen tensed as she felt a thick finger penetrate her ass slowly.
Jen lifted her head and moaned loudly, her hips wriggling, the thought of Mona’s orgasm long forgotten when a second finger entered her ass and Mona wriggled two fingers into Jen’s pussy. Jen thrust her hips back against the invading digits.
Before Jen could cum, she heard Big Jim say, “Get on my cock slut!”
Big Jim was lying on the linoleum floor with his thick cock pointed up and throbbing. Jen obeyed and carefully moved from on top of Mona to Big Jim. She squatted over him and lined his thick cock up with her pussy. Jen slowly slid down Big Jim’s cock while he grabbed her tits and pulled her toward him.
Jen closed her eyes as she slid back and forth on Big Jim’s cock, her clit grinding against him. Her long denied orgasm was rapidly approaching when she felt Big Jim’s arms wrap around her. She felt rough hands spread her ass cheeks apart and then something slick and hard tap her ass. Before Jen could protest, Slim’s thin cock invaded her ass. He wasn’t gentle and quickly filled her up.
Jen had never experienced the feeling of being this full. The cock in her ass and the one in her pussy were thrusting against each other. Jen moaned and groaned as the pleasure overtook her.
“I’m cumming!” Jen shouted. Her body shook with denied pleasure, sandwiched between Slim and Big Jim. They continued to pound Jen mercilessly, but she took it, she wanted it. Both Big Jim and Slim called her names, which she loved. Big Jim also mauled Jen’s tits, pulling them and sucking her nipples hard.
Without a word of warning, Slim drove his cock deep into her ass and held it, releasing spurt after spurt of cum. Big Jim tensed up, driving his thick cock deep into Jen and moaning while he came.
With a sense of relief, Jen rolled off of Big Jim once Slim pulled his cock from her. She lay on the linoleum trying to catch her breath, cum leaking from her abused pussy and ass. She looked over and Big Jim, Slim and Mona were all getting dressed.
Jen struggled up from the floor, looking for her shorts and tank top. Now she felt extremely embarrassed slipping her shorts on. Before she could get her top on, Mona came up behind her and pressed herself hard against Jen’s back and cupping her tits.
“I threw your wash into a dryer while you were getting fucked.” Jen looked over her shoulder and saw a wicked gleam in Mona’s eyes, “I know when your boyfriend leaves for work, I’ll be over just after he leaves. You better open the door with nothing on when I knock, or”, Mona waved her phone in Jen’s face, “the video will end up in your boyfriends email.”
Mona slapped Jen’s ass and said with a haughty smirk, “See ya tomorrow night slut!”
Jen shuddered and her heart raced at the thought of Mona and the things she might do. She wondered how she was going to get out of this.
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