AUTHOR = Switch Blayde
E-MAIL = switch_blayde@hotmail.com
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AUTHOR's NOTE - © 2003 by Switch Blayde. All Rights Reserved. Copying, Duplicating, Downloading, Reposting, or use in any way, other than for the reader's personal enjoyment, is STRICTLY prohibited without the written consent of the author. Main characters: Amy Johnson (19) & Mrs. Jane Blair (36). Amy loathes her former teacher and is blackmailing her. In the last chapter, Mrs. Blair was loaned to Amy's sister, Suzanne, who gave her teacher as a birthday present to her boyfriend -- to do all the things Suzanne wouldn't. EDITOR's NOTE - Previous parts to this story can be found at: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, and Part 5. |
Chapter 11
Mrs. Blair was distressed as she drove home. There didn't seem an end to her abuse. More and more people were getting involved and the demands on her were getting more perverted. She had to bring two strangers off in the mall's men's restroom to get their sperm in a condom and then eat it on a salad in front of her class. She had to lick Suzanne's pussy from under her desk in her classroom, almost getting caught by the principal. Then she did disgusting things with Suzanne's boyfriend Jerry, things that Suzanne admitted she'd never do herself, and Mrs. Blair did it in a public place where they could have been seen. By now, Mrs. Blair had had different kinds of sex with many women and men -- eating women, getting eaten, giving hand-jobs, giving blow-jobs, and getting fucked in her pussy and ass. And that was in addition to all the humiliating acts she had to succumb to.
Mrs. Blair was waiting at a red light on the drive home from her encounter with Suzanne and Jerry. She scratched an itch on her cheek and felt something gooey. Looking in the rearview mirror, Mrs. Blair saw the remains of the sperm Jerry had spurted on her face -- she had forgotten it. The light turned green and someone behind her honked so Mrs. Blair had to drive. She frantically wiped her face with her hand and then wiped her messy hand on her dress. At the next red light she looked at herself in the mirror again. A lot of the sperm was gone, but she'd need to wash her face with soap and water to remove it all. When she looked down, she saw the wet material covering one breast where the sperm had dripped off her face and over one thigh where she kept wiping her hand.
When Mrs. Blair got home she knew it was too early for her children to be asleep and didn't know what to do -- she looked a mess and wouldn't be able to explain it. She ran to the side of the house and turned on the hose, splashing water on her face and then onto her dress. When she was done, she waited until she stopped dripping and quietly entered her house. She tried to tiptoe to her room, but was seen by her children.
"Mom, what happened?" her son asked when he saw her.
"Jeez Mom, you're a mess," her daughter added.
"Um... I... it was... um... a pipe burst in the school... in the bathroom. I got drenched. Let me clean up, OK?"
Mrs. Blair didn't wait for an answer and rushed to her room. She locked the door and ripped her clothes off. Then she took a hot bath, trying not to think of the day's events but it was impossible. The ache in her ass was a constant reminder of the demeaning day.
Her anxiety was high when she went to work the next day. She got to her classroom and rummaged through her purse for the keys to her desk. Her fingers touched something and she pulled her hand back as if she got burned. The dried-up soiled condoms were still in her purse. She had forgotten to dispose of them. It brought back the painful memories from the day before.
Mrs. Blair managed to teach her classes even though she was upset. The class right after lunch, Suzanne's class, was the hardest. The teenager kept staring at Mrs. Blair and smiling. The teacher could only imagine what her student was thinking, and it was very humiliating. But nothing else happened and Mrs. Blair spent a nice evening with her children.
The next day at school was uneventful; however, Mrs. Blair had a note to meet Amy after school at the mall. Mrs. Blair was beginning to hate the mall. Amy took her former teacher shopping, buying many more sexy clothing and especially a lot of lingerie. Amy ordered the older woman to wear, from now on, the newly purchased thongs and the lacy, sexy new bras.
"But what am I going to tell my husband?" Mrs. Blair asked in a panic.
"I don't care... tell him that your old stuff was boring and you were tired of it. Tell him anything you want, but I better never catch you wearing your old underwear again."
Nothing else happened at the mall and Mrs. Blair went home with her packages. It took her some time to hide her knew clothes from her family. She could never explain the short skirts and tight small tops, let alone the very high heels. The rest of the week was also uneventful, although Suzanne did ask her to lift her frumpy dress and show her the panties she was wearing. Suzanne said it was like a surprise quiz. Mrs. Blair was totally humiliated as she lifted the bottom of her long dress to her waist, showing her student the blue thong panties she had on that day. Suzanne even made her turn around so she could see her teacher's naked ass-cheeks.
"Amy told me to tell you that she'll pick you up at 8:00 pm on Friday night," Suzanne said.
"Where will we be going?"
"She didn't say, but she said you were to wear one of your new outfits. The pink top, black skirt, pink panties, and pink shoes with the 4 inch heels.
Mrs. Blair was pretty lousy company during dinner on Friday night. If her children noticed anything they didn't mention it. Her husband was coming home the next day and her cheating on him seemed more real. Also, it was one thing to hide her secret from her children, but she was afraid her husband would notice changes in her or her behavior. Poor Mrs. Blair began biting her nails that day.
Later that night, Mrs. Blair carried her long raincoat to her room, then changed into the slutty clothes Amy insisted she wear. The tops Amy had her buy were all to be worn without a bra, and Mrs. Blair saw her pointy nipples through the clingy material as she looked at herself in the full length bedroom mirror. Her skirt was so short that she knew she wouldn't be able to bend over without her bare butt showing. The colors didn't help either. The bright pink top was in sharp contrast to the jet black skirt. The dark band at the top of her charcoal thigh-high stockings was visible at the hem of the short skirt. And the pink 4 inch heels were the most slutty thing Mrs. Blair had ever seen. She wondered what kind of woman would wear them... and then she realized she was. She was the type of woman who dressed like a slut. Mrs. Blair put the high heels into a bag.
At 8:00 pm, Mrs. Blair heard the doorbell. She put on the long raincoat, covering her slutty clothes, and picked up the bag with her shoes in it. She went downstairs and hurriedly kissed her children goodnight and rushed out the door. Amy smiled when she saw how her former teacher had hidden her new clothes from her family. Amy gave Mrs. Blair a piece of paper with an address on it and told her to meet her there.
Amy was waiting for Mrs. Blair when she arrived at the designated address. Mrs. Blair got out of the car and Amy told her to leave the coat. Mrs. Blair threw the raincoat into the car and, without even being told, replaced her flats with the pink high heels. The teacher felt very uncomfortable standing outside looking like a prostitute.
"These are friends from work," Amy began, "so you better not embarrass me. You'll meet Mike and be very friendly to him. You see, this is his bachelor party. Do you know why you're here?" Mrs. Blair was petrified and remained silent. "Hmmm, I think you do," Amy continued. "You're the entertainment. You are going to show Mike a good time... and probably anyone else who's interested. Is your role clear?"
"You want me to have sex with him?" Mrs. Blair asked, already knowing the answer.
"If that's what he wants, and I bet he will. You will entertain them... so they remember this party the rest of their lives. Is that clear? Do you understand?"
Mrs. Blair nodded her head.
"Okay... good. I'll introduce you and then I'm outta here. It's an all-guys party... um, except for you, that is. Hee-hee. I better hear nothing but good stuff from Mike at work on Monday or else you know what is going to happen to you," Amy threatened.
Amy led her former teacher to the front door and rang the bell. A guy who had obviously been drinking opened the door and his jaw dropped when he saw Mrs. Blair.
"Amy, she's hot. Where the fuck did you get her?" he exclaimed.
"Just someone I know who likes to party," Amy lied, humiliating her former teacher. "She's all yours for the night. Bye, Mrs. Blair," Amy said as she turned to leave.
Mrs. Blair cringed when Amy called her by name, but the drunken man didn't seem to notice... or care. When she was inside the house, Mrs. Blair saw 10 guys drinking and laughing. When they noticed her, the room became very quiet as their eyes scanned her sexily dressed body. The man who had answered the door dragged her further into the room and threw her onto the lap of one of the men.
"Hi, I'm Mike," he said while wrapping his arms around Mrs. Blair. "What's your name?"
"Jane."
"Well Jane, you look real sexy. I sure hope you're ready to have a good time."
Mike didn't wait for a reply, pressing his lips against Mrs. Blair's. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and moved it against hers. Mrs. Blair tasted the alcohol he had been drinking. She kissed him back, not wanting to upset Amy, and felt the guilt of cheating on her husband again. It's amazing how a French kiss seemed so intimate to the married woman.
Mike took Mrs. Blair's participation in the kiss as encouragement. One hand slipped onto her bare ass peeking from the short skirt and the other went to her breast. He began to roughly feel her up, squeezing her tit and rubbing her ass. Mrs. Blair heard the others hollering, encouraging the soon-to-be married man to "get his last piece of ass before marrying."
Mike's hand left Mrs. Blair's tit for a moment, but then she felt her top being pulled up over her bare breasts. Then his hand returned to squeezing her tit -- skin to skin. Mike broke the kiss and lowered his face between Mrs. Blair's large boobs, moving his head back and forth, rubbing his face between them. The shouts in the room continued to embarrass the teacher. Mike moved slightly and opened his mouth around the tip of one of Mrs. Blair's tits. He began noisily sucking and licking her breast and nipple. Then he moved to the other and back to the first. Against her will, Mrs. Blair's nipples became erect from the attention.
Soon, Mrs. Blair felt other hands on her body, groping her everywhere. The guys were jostling each other to get close... to touch her... to poke her. There were hands on her butt, her breasts, her thighs, her pussy... someone even stuck his fingers inside her mouth.
"Hey, gimme a break," Mike said as he felt bodies pressed against him.
Everyone backed away and Mike pushed Mrs. Blair off his lap. She fell to the floor with her breasts exposed and her skirt around her waist. Her hair was tousled and she had red marks all over her body where she had been groped.
"Wow, for an older woman you're really sexy," Mike said, humiliating Mrs. Blair twice. "How 'bout a nice striptease?"
Mrs. Blair stood up and pulled her top down, covering her exposed breasts. All the men were ogling her and she felt very self-conscious. She had never done a striptease before, hadn't even seen one, and wasn't sure what to do. But she figured as long as her clothes were removed nobody would complain.
Mrs. Blair began to move her hips in what she thought would be sexy, but she wasn't used to the 4 inch heels and lost her balance, falling to the floor. She was on her back with her knees raised and spread, showing everyone her pink thongs disappearing between her ass cheeks. Everyone laughed at her expense. Mrs. Blair got back up and started again.
Soon her top was pulled over her head and tossed aside. She shook her shoulders to wiggle her tits. Mrs. Blair couldn't believe that she was doing that. She was a happily married woman and she was shaking her naked boobs in front of a bunch of cheering, half drunk younger men. When she let her skirt drop to the floor, Mrs. Blair was practically naked. The pink thong hardly covered anything, the thigh-highs seemed to emphasize her nakedness, and the pink shoes with the 4 inch heels made her look slutty. Mrs. Blair began to roll one stocking down her leg.
"No, keep those on," Mike yelled. "The shoes too. They make you look sexy."
Mrs. Blair thought a better term would have been slutty, but she quietly straightened the stocking she had begun to remove.
"Turn around and bend over," Mike said.
Mrs. Blair turned her back to him and bent at the waist. She knew that all the men were looking at her ass-cheeks and the little bulge between her legs where the thong partly covered her pussy.
"Wiggle your ass," someone yelled.
Mrs. Blair complied and then Mike said, "Okay, finish stripping."
Mrs. Blair stood up and turned around. She looked at the men's faces staring at her body and cringed. How could she do this? How could a married woman stand naked in front of these men? But she knew that before the night was over, she'd be doing a lot more than just letting them look at her. Mrs. Blair lowered her thong and stood in front of the ogling men in just her charcoal thigh-highs and pink shoes with 4 inch heels. As they stared and made obscene comments, Mrs. Blair's face began turning the color of her shoes.
"This is too great!" Mike said joyously. "Get over here and blow me."
Mrs. Blair walked on wobbly legs, partly due to the high heels but also from fear and shame. She dropped to her knees between Mike's widely spread legs and began opening his pants. When she had them pulled down to his ankles, along with his underwear, she tugged them off his feet. His cock was already hard so she grasped it with her left hand.
"Hey, the bitch is married," someone said when they noticed her wedding band on the hand holding Mike's cock."
"Cool," Mike said. "Slut, suck my cock like you do your husband's."
"I don't do this to my husband," Mrs. Blair said, and mentally kicked herself for admitting that.
"What a sucker," Mike howled. "I'm gonna get a blow-job from the sucker's wife and she doesn't even do it for him. Well, married woman, suck my cock."
Mrs. Blair was humiliated, but she lowered her face to the hard cock and wrapped her lips around it. Soon her head was bobbing up and down in Mike's lap, using her lips and tongue like a pro. Mrs. Blair felt people touching her, but she tried to ignore it while she worked Mike's cock with her mouth.
But soon a few hands became many. Hands and fingers were everywhere. Mrs. Blair was kneeling before a stranger, sucking his cock, and other guys were squeezing her tits, pulling her nipples, rubbing and pinching her ass, sticking fingers inside her pussy and asshole, and rubbing and pulling on her clit. She was disgusted, humiliated, but she also knew her nipples were stiff and her pussy was getting wet.
Mrs. Blair was distracted by all the fondling of her body and wasn't paying attention to Mike. She wasn't expecting the first load of jism that shot into her throat, and gagged on it. But her lips locked around the shaft tighter in order not to make a mess and she was ready for the second load... and the next... and the next.... Mrs. Blair swallowed all the sperm the young man spewed forth. When she sucked the last of his sperm from his cock, Mrs. Blair released his prick and stood up. That seemed to signal everyone to stop fondling her.
"Jane, you're a great cocksucker," Mike exclaimed. "Guys, you gotta try her mouth."
That was all the others needed to hear. Mrs. Blair felt like a fumbled football as everyone tried to jump on her. Guys were clawing at her as they pushed each other away. Finally, one of the bigger men grabbed her around the waist and literally lifted her off the floor.
"I'm next," he shouted.
Mrs. Blair found herself on her knees again, giving another blow-job. Probing fingers were all over -- and in -- her body while she sucked another stranger's cock. After he filled her mouth with his cum, the next guy claimed her. And that's how it went -- she gave 10 men blow-jobs while countless hands were groping her each time. By the time Mrs. Blair had swallowed the cum from all ten men, she actually had a full feeling like after eating a large meal.
If someone had walked into the room at that moment it would have looked comical. Mrs. Blair was naked, except for her stockings and high heel shoes, but all ten men were only naked from the waist down -- they all had their shirts and socks on.
"Jane, I'm getting married in a week," Mike said, getting Mrs. Blair's attention. "I plan to be faithful to my wife... I guess you wouldn't understand that." Mrs. Blair felt like someone kicked her in the stomach when she heard that. "But that doesn't matter. I want you to give me my last single fuck. Climb up here and fuck me."
Mrs. Blair saw the soon-to-be married man slowly stroking his hard cock. He waved it at her and motioned for her to climb onto his lap. She walked over to him and straddled him, guiding his cock to her pussy's entrance. When she lowered herself onto his lap, his cock slid all the way into her pussy.
"Oh yeah, she has a tight cunt," Mike wailed. "I thought she'd be stretched. C'mon, Jane, fuck me."
Mrs. Blair lifted off Mike's cock and sunk back down. Up and down she moved, slowly at first but then building up speed. She noticed all the other guys were watching her, one of them actually sitting on the floor so that he could see Mike's cock move in and out of her pussy.
Mrs. Blair couldn't believe she was actually fucking a stranger in front of 9 other men. He wasn't fucking her; she was fucking him. It was she who was bouncing up and down on his hard cock... she was controlling the movements... she was fucking him. Mrs. Blair kept telling herself she didn't want to, that she was being forced to, but the feeling in her pussy was pleasurable. She was humiliated and hated having to cheat on her husband, but her pussy was moist and tingled.
Mike watched the older woman bouncing on his lap. She was a good fuck. Her pussy was tight and she was very pretty. He wondered what kind of sap would have a wife that would fuck another man. But fucking another man's wife without her husband knowing about it turned Mike on. He pulled Mrs. Blair close to his chest and began thrusting his hips up to meet her.
Mrs. Blair's upper body was now pressed against the stranger's chest. This caused her to lean towards him, pressing her clit against his hard cock. The sensations in her twat were magnified. Mike's thrusts were now met with even more urgent movements from the teacher. Mrs. Blair felt her orgasm approaching, but just then Mike began shooting his sperm into her pussy. She continued bouncing on his cock while he came, but he began to shrink in size and firmness before she could cum.
The panting teacher, wife, and mother of two, was dragged off Mike's lap. She felt his cock slip from her pussy and longed for its return. Mrs. Blair found herself lying on her back, her hips still twitching... fucking the cock that was no longer inside her. But then she felt it again and pushed her bottom off the floor to drive it deep into her.
Mrs. Blair opened her eyes and saw the face of another man. It wasn't Mike's cock, it was another stranger's. But she didn't care. Mrs. Blair met each of the stranger's thrusts with her own, fucking him back. She wrapped her legs around his waist for leverage and pushed her lower body against his to smash her clit against the base of his cock. With a squeal, Mrs. Blair came hard.
The stranger kept fucking the now limp woman until he too felt his orgasm approach. He froze in mid-stroke and flooded the older woman with his sperm. As soon as he pulled out, another man entered her. Mrs. Blair opened her eyes and saw a new face. She lay still while he pounded his cock into her pussy, and then he too came.
Mrs. Blair had expected the next man to enter her, but she didn't anticipate how it would feel. The man's cock was large. Not as big as Bob's, but quite thick. She instantly remembered sucking it not that long ago and remembered that she wondered what it would feel like inside her vagina. And now she knew... it felt great.
Unlike with the previous man, Mrs. Blair wasn't lying limp for this fuck. Her ass was lifting off the floor each time the man thrust into her. She loved the feel of his big cock as it stretched her pussy, rubbing against the sensitive nerve endings inside her vagina and her engorged clit. The teacher's head was moving from side to side as her fists clenched and unclenched. She felt a massive orgasm approaching and tried everything she could to reach it. But just then the man's huge cock began spurting his semen inside her pussy and he stopped moving. Mrs. Blair tried to entice him to continue by jerking her hips, but his body was still. The man pulled out and sort of sat down to regain his breath.
Mrs. Blair was frantic. She was so close to cumming and felt desperate. Her emotions seemed to overtake her reasoning and her body. Without thinking, Mrs. Blair leapt like a cat and pounced on the stranger, knocking him onto his back. She saw that his cock was semi-hard so she stuffed it into her mouth and began sucking it while vigorously wanking the base. The others in the room thought Mrs. Blair had attacked their friend and were about to pull her off, but when they saw her suck his cock they backed away.
The man's cock became fully erect again and Mrs. Blair straddled his prone body. She forced his cock into her wet pussy and began riding him, fucking him hard. Mrs. Blair heard grunts and squeals, and then realized they were coming from her own mouth. She was bouncing up and down on the man's large cock like her life depended on it. And then she felt it... her orgasm... the "Big O". Her body shuddered as the feeling swept through it, causing her to scream out, "OH GOOODDDDDD!!!!!!!"
Now that Mrs. Blair had brought the man's cock back to life, he wasn't going to stop. When Mrs. Blair stopped moving, he pushed her onto her back again and pounded into her. It seemed to take him forever to cum again, but he was relentless. Mrs. Blair wasn't moving, but after a while she felt herself getting stimulated again. She didn't understand her body. But just about the time the man came, she realized she was aroused again.
When her current partner pulled out, another cock replaced his. Mrs. Blair realized it was much smaller and longed for the larger one. She just lay on the floor while he fucked her.
"Shit, there's so much cum in her I can't feel a damn thing," the man yelled. "It's like fucking a water balloon."
When the man pulled his hard cock out of Mrs. Blair, she thought he wasn't going to fuck her. But anyone who knows anything about a man with a hard cock knows that couldn't be the case. Mrs. Blair felt her body being tugged and allowed herself to roll over onto her stomach. She lay there, sweating and panting, while someone nudged her legs apart. Then she felt her ass-cheeks pried open and the end of the man's cock press against her anus.
"NO!! Please, not there!" Mrs. Blair cried out, but a man with a hard cock has no conscience
The man pushed his well-lubricated cock into Mrs. Blair's ass. For the second time in her life, she was being butt-fucked. Thankfully, the man's cock was smaller than average and some sperm leaked from her pussy into her ass crack so she didn't feel too much pain. Mrs. Blair heard the man grunting over her and felt totally ashamed. He soon came, filling her ass with his hot sperm.
The next man took his lead and also inserted his cock inside Mrs. Blair's ass. He was bigger, but the first man had stretched her asshole and lubricated it with his semen. The new cock slid in and out of Mrs. Blair's ass with relative ease, although the man kept shouting that it was the tightest hole he had ever been in. He soon deposited his cream inside Mrs. Blair's ass.
Mrs. Blair lay quietly on the floor while there seemed to be a break in the action. She heard some guys talking, but was in no condition to listen to their conversation. Her body was sore, especially her pussy and ass, so she used the time to rest and regain her strength. Then she felt hands pulling her limp body off the floor. She wondered if they were done with her. She tried to remember how many there were. There were 10, her foggy mind told her. How many had fucked her? She tried to remember... to count... but it was all a blur. Did she do them all? Were they done with her?
But Mrs. Blair felt her body being placed over the prone body of yet another man. No, she hadn't fucked them all. She had sucked them all off, but not fucked them all. She wondered how many more were waiting for their turn. That thought made her nauseous. They were lining up to fuck her, just like they lined up for her to suck their cocks. What had she become? How could a normal woman do what she was doing?
Her body was limp. She let the men move her about, position her. Mrs. Blair felt another hard cock being pushed into her sore pussy. But he didn't move it. She didn't know what he was up to. Then she felt someone behind her. They were pushing her down onto the man lying beneath her. Mrs. Blair submissively allowed her body to be pushed against the man's. She felt his cock slip partly out of her pussy. By leaning down on him, her ass was raised more in the air, causing her to lift partially off his cock. She felt her vagina muscles involuntarily clasp the cock slipping from its recesses.
Then she felt someone behind her... touching her... prying her ass-cheeks apart... pushing something against her asshole... forcing it inside her.
"Oh no, you can't!!" Mrs. Blair screamed when she realized what was happening. "No! No! No!"
She began squirming, trying to break free, but too many hands held her in place. Soon the man behind her was fully inserted in her ass. Mrs. Blair had two cocks in her at once. In her wildest dreams, she never would have thought it possible. She felt completely stuffed. And then they began moving their cocks. First one pulled out and then the other, while the first pushed back in. They didn't have any sort of rhythm going, not coordinating their movements. Each was fucking his own hole, but Mrs. Blair felt them both.
Mrs. Blair's eyes were shut tight as they abused her body. Two men were fucking her at once. To her it was impossible, but it was happening. Then she felt something pushing against her lips. She unconsciously opened her mouth while her eyes opened. Her gasp was suppressed by the cock being stuffed in her mouth. She now had three cocks in her at the same time.
Mrs. Blair knew what she had to do and began sucking the new cock. The teacher tasted something on the cock -- a mixture of pussy juice and cum. This wasn't a new cock; this one had already fucked her. She continued sucking and licking the cock in her mouth while the other two men fucked her pussy and ass. The man in her ass came first, followed by the one in her cunt, and then her mouth was filled by the third one.
Two men still hadn't fucked the teacher. There was some quick chatter and then Mrs. Blair felt her body being placed on top of a man lying down. But this time her back was to his chest. Someone guided his cock into her asshole and she felt him push up into her several times before her legs were pulled apart. The tenth man got between her legs and rammed his cock into her pussy.
Mrs. Blair was being fucked in the missionary position, except she was lying on top of another man with his cock up her ass. The weight of the man on top of her pressed her body down, causing the cock in her ass to sink in deeper. Also, when the man fucking her pussy thrust into her, it pushed her into the man beneath her. It was almost like the man on top was fucking both holes at the same time. After what seemed like an eternity to Mrs. Blair, both men came inside her.
Mrs. Blair had sucked and fucked all ten men now, one of them twice in her pussy and one twice in her mouth, but they were young and having too much fun to stop. For the rest of the night she was fucked over and over again, sometimes in the pussy, sometimes in the ass, sometimes both at the same time. She also had an endless stream of slimy cocks stuffed in her mouth. At first she was able to differentiate the taste and knew if the cock had recently been in her pussy or ass, but after a while she became numb. When the cock was shoved into her mouth, she just sucked.
And that's how the night went. Mrs. Blair was fucked over and over again. The men came inside her pussy, in her ass, in her mouth, and even on her. By the time no one could get it up anymore, Mrs. Blair felt like a used rag, ready to be thrown out. And that's what they did. Mike tossed Mrs. Blair her slutty clothes and told her to leave.
"We're done with you," he said coldly.
The broken woman slowly dressed and walked very gingerly to her car. Her whole body ached, but especially her asshole, pussy, and jaw. She had no idea how many times she had been fucked, how many times her ass had been abused, how many cocks had been in her mouth, how much cum she had swallowed -- it was like a nightmare that was hard to remember the details of. But as she drove home, the taste in her mouth and the sperm dripping from her pussy and asshole reminded her that it wasn't a dream.
THE END (not yet) go to Part 7
