Gemma’s unfortunate encounter Part two [MMMM4F]

By the time she got home, her heart was beating so fast she thought it was going to explode in her chest. She ate her dinner and headed for the tranquillity of her bedroom with the card tucked safely in her purse. She pulled it out. Her mouth was dry. If she rang him what was she to say? Hello? Or What’s the craic? Aw she just didn’t know. All she knew was that she had to ring it. To see if it was a real number. She dialled and it began to ring. It rang and rang and eventually went to voicemail. Ah shite.. She knew it was to good to be true. As she sat there a little deflated she pondered on what might have been. Then out of the blue, her phone buzzed. It was him. A flutter in her stomach and she answered, hi Darragh how are you? Hiya Gemma thank God you rang. He got talking to her like he knew her all her life. She felt at total ease. They talked for ages before he finally asked if she fancied going to a house party with him tomorrow night. She said she would but had nothing to wear. Darragh being Darragh said not to worry. He’d drop money into her tomorrow to grab an outfit while on her lunch break. She reluctantly agreed and they said goodnight to each other.
Next morning she was happy working away when it Darragh called in with the money. They talked briefly and Darragh give her a kiss and as he did he pinched her bum. She liked it. Seven o clock. Be ready. That day her mind was awash with fantasies. Both romantic and sexual. When the text message read outside, she said good evening to her mother who sat in a half soaked haze watching Fair City on the tv. You look gorgeous Gemma. Love the outfit. She was wearing a nice floral dress in blue and navy and of course brand new matching Primark pants and bra.
The party was in Croom in a private residence. What Gemma didn’t know was that there where very few women there. Five or six at the most. When they pulled up she touched her lipstick up and surveyed the converted barn. It was complete luxury. When they got in, Darragh introduced her to lots of men, with the few women that were there looking on, smirking. As Darragh talked to one of his associates he asked Gemma to get him and her a drink. She innocently asked him how she looked to which he replied stunning with a leering grin, but Gemma didn’t even see it. She just wanted this dream to continue. As she walked away to get the drinks, she could hear him laugh. Darragh wasn’t studying Gemma the way another man might on a first date. He wasn’t interested in her body. No. All he was interested in was her mouth and particularly her throat. Could she last the pace. They’d soon find out.
A couple of drinks later she could feel them. Some of his friends were very touchy while they all talked. Between rubbing her neck and back to even groping her bum. But it was grand. She definitely felt less inhibited and more free tonight. Must’ve been the alcohol. With this Darragh leaned over and asked her would she fancy somewhere quiter. She agreed, unfortunately all the bedrooms were taken, so he said go up to the upstairs toilet. It wasn’t the main bathroom but a basic functioning toilet cubicle as an extra to the property. She set off a little apprehensive and climbed the spiral staircase. She finally found it and entered put the seat down and closed over the door. Then after what seemed like an eternity a knock, it was himself. She remained seated, leaned forward and unlocked the door. As she opened it she could see the bulge of his cock through his slim fit tailored trousers. He smiled. But not a nice smile. She was scared now, but knew what she had to do. After all she was lucky he even spoke to her. She’d sucked a cock before, and knew the lad had used her. Johnny Keaveney boasted after how she’d give blowjobs for nothing, so this was looking like another situation of been used. At least it was with Darragh Mulvaney, a successful property developer and not Johnny, a waster from the moyross.
Darragh said in a stern voice, you know why we’re all hear ? All? Who’s all she thought? Anyway she said yes. So get on your knees and take my cock out and get to work. The floor was a rough cold tile. She leaned forward and unzipped his trousers. His cock sprang out and she smelt his pre cum. He grabbed her violently by the right ear and literally rammed his rock hard member in her mouth and down her throat. She gagged with the shock but went to work as best she could. He then changed his rhythm and placed his two hands on the wall behind her and started to fuck her mouth and throat really violently. Saliva and vomit was coming out of her mouth. She couldn’t breathe. He didn’t care and told her she was there to serve him and everyman at the party. He shouted at her did she understand and she half nodded. Told her that no one wanted to fuck her. She was a munter and all she was good for was blowjobs. With this he started to groan and said before he cum, she better not waste a single drop and swallow everything he give her,she nodded again to acknowledge she understood and with that he groaned in an excitable tone and before she knew anything he was shooting his load down her throat, his hand behind her head for one final push. He pulled his limp cock out and then told her to clean it. When she finished he told her to clean herself up quickly. She had a long night ahead. Fintan was next and he had a full bag as he put it. He hadn’t cum in over a month and was ready to glaze her throat. She duly got some make-up wipes out and cleaned herself up. Now the door was open wide with a paper weight to stop it from closing. She looked up at Fintan and counted eight men behind in an orderly queue. Some of them were already hard watching her. Leering and licking their lips. Fintan said hurry the fuck up and get on your knees. Darragh was right, it was going to be a long night..

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