The Secret Whore
"Just what is going on at your place, that's three nights this week you've had to work late, for Christ's sake, tell that boss of yours you've got a home life too."
"I'm sorry Hon, it's just that we're short of staff and there's loads of deadlines to meet. Look, there's a TV dinner in fridge, so don't wait up huh." She hung up.
This was getting too much, two to three times a week she would have to work late, coming home sometimes at 2am. I'd hear her get undressed and shower before falling into bed exhausted. It was playing havoc with our sex life and if I was lucky I got it once a week. Then there were all the phone calls, it seemed that even on the weekends they wouldn't leave her alone. The only reason I'd let it go on so long was the fact that she earned at least three times my salary and we really needed the money, but I decided that enough was enough, if she wouldn't tell him I would.
By the time I arrived at the office it was 7:30pm. It was one of those multi storey buildings with her offices on the 17th floor. Security knew me and with a cheery wave let me. I left the elevator and headed for my wife's office. "Sorry man, you've just missed them, they left about an hour ago." It was the cleaner, a large cheerful black guy. I took a flyer. "Are they coming back? It's just that Mr Briggs asked me to meet him here, I'm one of his customers."
"Don't know but seeing as he knows you, you can wait in Mr Briggs office if you like, I'll shout you when I'm about ready to lock up." He let me in to the plush office. A large desk filled the room with two leather sofa's against one wall, TV, hi-fi and video to the left and a mirror wall concealing a bar at the far end. I'd been here before when helping my wife and her boss celebrate a big contract so knew where everything was. I decided the least they could do while I waited was provide the drink so I pressed the catch and with a quite hiss the mirror door opened out.
I helped myself to a large brandy and was just about to close the door when I realised you could see through it, it was a two-way mirror. I examined the bar a little more closely. Behind the other door was a video camera pointing into the room. Why would you have a secret camera I thought? Searching the bar area revealed a hidden drawer, it was one of those push the front and it springs open. Inside were a number of videotapes, each one labelled with the name of a client or specific meeting. Out of curiosity, I took one of the tapes and placed it in the player.
It started with a view of the room. There were two foreign looking men, Arabs or Iranian's, Briggs and my young wife, Helen. The two men occupied one of the sofas while Helen sat near the desk. Briggs, a middle aged short fat guy with a balding head was handing out drinks and congratulating them on signing the deal. "Well, gentlemen, and lady, lets drink to a long and successful relationship." They downed the drink and Briggs quickly refilled the glasses. This time he stood behind my wife and started to run his hands across her shoulders and down inside her blouse towards her tits.
Helen is a real sexy woman, just turned 28, naturally blond with brown eyes, tall with a beautiful figure, full ripe tits and shapely legs. She was dressed in a two-piece grey business suit with black stockings and high heels completing the picture. As Briggs reached in and fondled her tits she merely sat there sipping her drink. "Gentlemen, I promised you something special, so, what say we have some fun." This seemed to be Helen's queue. Rising to her feet she sexily sauntered over and stood in front of the two men. Briggs hit the play button on the audio and as gentle music filled the room I watched in horror as my wife did a slow tantalising strip tease. The three men sat in silence as one by one her clothes were removed until all that remained were her panties, suspender belt, stockings and shoes. She stood there cupping her tits, thrusting them out towards the three men while teasing the nipples.
One of the men reached out and with her obvious consent lowered her panties down her long slender legs. "Didn't I tell you what a fine slut my secretary was?" Briggs said, drooling at the sight of my wife's shaven cunt just inches from his face. "And tonight, she's all yours, you can do anything you like to her only don't mark her OK, we don't want her old man finding out and spoiling the fun."
The man that had removed her knickers was busy fingering her cunt while his partner played with her tits. Briggs just sat and watched, rubbing the bulge through his trousers. Helen was forced to spread her legs as the guy roughly shoved three fingers up her. There was a kind off blank expression on her face as she let them feel her up. Not content with three fingers up her cunt, as his partner undressed, he now tried to force another two fingers up her arse. Helen grimaced as they went in but stood still and said nothing. With his fingers still firmly imbedded in both openings, she was forced into a kneeling position. "Oh yeah, she likes that," said Briggs as the other guy stuffed his large prick into her mouth. "Taught the fucking bitch to deep throat myself," said Briggs, now openly wanking his cock.
It was obvious that these men were just using her for their own gratification. Holding her head, the guy fucking her mouth just pushed until his entire length was down her throat. She gagged a little but simply allowed him to fuck her face. The guy behind had removed his fingers and was busy fucking her cunt, holding onto her hips and thrusting forward, almost knocking the wind out of her with each forward stroke. "Yeah, told you, the fucking slut loves it. I've got this one trained so well she'll do everything I say, won't you slut." With a mouth full of cock Helen just looked at Briggs and moaned. "Watch this, this'll make her cum." With the two guys furiously fucking her mouth and cunt Briggs grabbed hold of her nipples and viciously started to twist them. Within seconds Helen had a massive orgasm. "See, told you, she likes it rough, don't you sweetheart."
My heart was in my mouth as I watched the scene unfold. Sure, we had a good sex life, but I'd never ever seen her like this before and she would never let me fuck her so rough. It was like watching some hardened porno queen going through the motions. The two guys fucking her changed positions a couple of times making her suck there cum covered cocks. Briggs was content to tease her nipples while getting her to play with his cock. The guy fucking her mouth speeded up and holding her head tight he let rip into her mouth and throat. Helen simply drank the lot, licking her lips to catch the last drops. "Good girl," said Briggs, "she just loves the taste of cum don't you bitch." Now the other guy speeded up and holding her hips tight he too shot his load deep into my lovely wife. By now I was nearly in tears. To think that my wife of only a few years was cheating on me with just about any man that came along.
I checked the other tapes, sure enough, each one was of a similar scene. Some showed Helen getting fucked by various men while others featured girls that worked for the firm. I even recognised one or two other wives. As I fast forwarded the last tape I froze in horror. It must have been made some months ago because Helen was sporting a different hairstyle. In this tape she was dressed as before but Briggs had her leaning over the desk while a large black guy fucked her up the arse. She was obviously in agony as his large shaft buried itself to the hilt. Briggs was the other side of the desk holding her down and shoving his cock in her mouth. "You'd better get used to this bitch, I'd hate to think what would happen if your old man ever got to see those photo's." Briggs came first, holding her head still, making her keep his cock in her mouth as he filled it with spunk. She tried to pull away but he was too strong. As he pulled his limp cock from her lips, she spat his cum out in disgust. The black guy grabbed her hair and roughly pulled her head back as he filled her arse with black cock. She screamed as came inside her and when he eventually pulled out she fell to the floor like a spent rag doll. As he turned round I recognised him as the cleaner. "Get used to it bitch, your ours now, the firm own you," Briggs said pushing her roughly on her back. He shoved three fingers up her cunt, "who does this belong to?" he asked, "t-t-t-the firm," Helen replied meekly.
I was about to turn the tape of when the cleaner poked his head round the door. "OK man I'm ……….. what the fuck you doin' with dat man, Mr Briggs fucking kill me if he see you looking at dat."
My head was in a compete spin. My first instinct was to kill the cleaner, then find Helen and Briggs and kill them both, but fortunately common sense took over. My anger was replaced by a feeling of cold, calculating cunning. "I um, it was left in the machine, I was trying to find something to watch on TV and it just came on." The cleaner made to grab the tape from the video. "That was you on there wasn't it."
"Err yeah,"
"it's OK, Mr Briggs told me all about it, that's was some babe you were arse fucking huh." The cleaner smiled, "sure man, old man Briggs, he likes me to help him break in the new girls, says it humiliates them having a black man fuck em."
"What do you mean, new girls?"
"Man, don't you know nothin, he's got all the chicks on film man. A couple of weeks after starting at the firm, old man Briggs, he slips them a mickey and then takes photo's of me fucking em. After that it's easy man, they do as he says or else, if you get my drift."
So that was it, blackmail. Without the cleaner seeing me I smuggled two tapes out under my coat and headed for home.
Helen came home about 1am, and as usual she showered and went straight to sleep. As a construction worker, I'm up early and out of the house before she rises. All day at work I kept thinking about the tape and what my lovely wife was being forced to do. Finally, my anger centered on Briggs.
Although short, fat and balding, Briggs was a millionaire many times over. He lived in a large house just outside London and had recently married an absolute stunner. She was a good few years his junior, about the same age as Helen with the same model looks and figure. Briggs absolutely idolised her, she was his main purpose for living. "If anything were to happen to my lovely little Linda, well, I'd kill myself," he announced to the press shortly after as showbiz wedding.
As Briggs's PA, Helen had become good friends with Linda and often commented on how Briggs set her on a pedestal. "You know what Hon, he spent £75,000 on a ring for her today, as though she needs another one." "I guess he must really care for her," I said, "wow, that's an understatement, he worships her. Oh, by the way, I have to go away for a few days, business."
I'd thought about everything long and hard and decided that whatever it took my marriage was worth saving. I knew Helen had been d**gged and blackmailed and although it hurt to know that she was continuing to fuck other men, I had to try. I called her into the lounge. "Sit down, I've got something to show you." I could see the fear in her eyes as I started the video. I'd picked a scene where she was half dressed giving Briggs a blow job, I thought this would be less painful for her and me than watching a full length fuck scene. "Oh my God, where did you get that?" The colour had drained from her face and she was a deathly white. "I'm so sorry Hon, I can explain, please, please Hon, let me explain please ..." She stared at the screen as Briggs shot wad after wad of spunk into her lovely mouth. I turned it off but before I could say anything she completely broke down. I took her in my arms and told her that I knew everything, the d**gs, the blackmail, everything. It took a full hour before her tears dried up but I was left holding an empty shell.
"This business trip, what was it really?" I asked her. In a matter of fact voice she told me. "Mr Briggs has arranged for all this years customers to meet in the Hilton for a gang bang party. I'm the gang bang." "How many?" "Oh, 20 maybe 30, I'm not sure." "Any other girls going to be there?" "No, he say's I remind him of Linda. He does all the things to me that secretly he dreams of doing to her, only of course he wouldn't really." "Will Linda be there?" "Yes, he usually slips her a sleeping powder and makes sure she's in bed before the party really starts." "OK, can you get me in?" "Sure, I print all the invites, it's a fancy dress party so wear a mask and no one will ever no."
I told Helen my plan and although reluctant, she finally agreed.
Dressed as Zorro I entered the party without any problem and promptly found Helen. She was dressed in a ball gown complete with ornate face mask. We spent some time chatting to Linda and it was easy to slip the d**g into her drink. At about 11:30 Helen said it was time, "he'll be slipping her a powder any time now," "OK, go do your stuff." Under some pretence or other Helen got Linda to follow her to our hotel room.
The d**g was taking effect, and although still fully conscious, Linda had no control over her actions. Quickly, we stripped Linda of her costume passing it to Helen. "How do I look," she asked adjusting the face mask, "he'll never know the difference," I said. Helen returned to the party.
She returned about 20 minutes later. "Well?" "Yep, he brought me a drink, just as always, I pretended to drink it, said I didn't feel too good and was going to bed." "Great, now what?" "OK, the rooms set up next to his suite. I'm supposed to strip of to my stockings and shoes and be ready on the bed when they arrive. He thinks I'm already slightly pissed, but that's how he likes me."
Covering her with a bathrobe, between us, we half walked and half carried Linda up to the room. Once there, we dressed her in stockings and shoes and placed her on the bed. The mask covered most of her face and in the dim light she could have been anybody. Still d**gged, she simply laid there staring at the ceiling. "Oh fuck, look." Helen looked on in shock. Linda had a big bushy cunt whereas Helen's was totally smooth. I've never shaved a pussy so fast in my life. When I'd finished, Helen covered it in baby oil to try and remove the razor rash. When she'd finished she hid behind the curtain with the video camera.
Ten minutes later and the door opened. "Ah, I see someone has beaten us to it," an elderly man said. "Has the fun started yet, Charles tells me she's quite the little whore, takes it up every hole and at the same time." He walked over to the bed and looked down at the beautiful female form stretched out before him. "Oh yes, if anything she looks even more radiant than last time I had her." As he undressed, more people entered the room. "Lets tie the bitch down," said one man. I helped tie her arms to the headboard, ready to intervene should someone try to remove her mask. She was looking from man to man but the powerful d**g prevented her from talking. Helen told me the d**g prevented you from speech and although it allowed very little movement, you could hear and feel everything that happened.
Securely tied and with her mask still in place the men started to take turns. The old boy mounted her first, fucking her missionary style, his wrinkly old arse pounding away until he shot his load. He was replaced by another while a younger man knelt by her head and fucked her mouth. She moaned a lot but this was taken as a sign of enjoyment and simply spurred the men on. After several men had deposited their loads in her young cunt, Briggs made a grand entrance. "Ah, gentlemen, started without me I see, and just how is our young whore performing?" he asked laughing. Seeing her tied down brought a big smile to his drunken face. My heart leapt into my mouth as he leaned over her. With his face no more than inches from hers he taunted her. "Tonight my little fuck slut, you are going to find out what it's like to be fucked in every hole several times over. Then, I might even let the staff have a go." The men cheered as he stood over her. "Untie the bitch and put her on the floor, I'm going to arse fuck her real good."
As instructed, they untied the unfortunate girl and placed her on the floor on her hands and knees. "Wait a minute," said a large black guy. He lay beside her, his massive black prick standing up like a flagpole, "OK, now put her on top." With her cunt already full of sperm it was easy to place her on his large prick and I watched as she was forced down on it. Satisfied that she was well impaled, Briggs got behind them.
"Fuck me she's tight tonight," he said attempting to dry fuck her arse, " never had this problem before," he said breaking out into a sweat. "Here Charlie, try this," another guy said handing him some KY. Briggs spread the jelly onto the tip of his cock and started again. This time it slipped in easier. Linda groaned deeply. "Oh yeah, that's it bitch, take it like the fuck slut you are. Fuck me your tight tonight, you been exercising those arse muscles." They all roared with laughter as Briggs puffed and panted as he shoved more and more fat prick up her arse. Another man joined in and holding her head up by her hair he forced his cock into her mouth. "Down her throat, she fucking loves that," Briggs said encouraging him. "Oh yeah, great, lets really show this whore how we treat our women."
The three men fucked her senseless and once spent were replaced by three more. In the space of three hours she was fucked in every hole and every position possible. At one time several men spunked into a wine glass and they cheered as they forced her to drink it, holding her head back and pouring it in. True to his word, as the number of men started to dwindle, Briggs invited the kitchen staff, mainly uneducated black guys to join in abusing his white fuck slut. "That's it boys, show the little white whore what those big black cocks can do. Stretch that cunt and arse boys, I want to hear her beg for mercy."
They were savage with her and made her take two large cocks up her cunt at the same time. As daylight started to penetrate the room the last man said goodnight leaving just me, Briggs, Linda and Helen who was still hiding behind the curtains. "Well go on boy, help yourself, she's just some poor bastards fuck slut, give one last fuck for me," Briggs said flopping back in the chair exhausted. I dragged the half conscious Linda over to him and laid her out in front of him. "So you can watch one last time," I said filling her arse with my cock. I didn't take long to cum and pulling out I offered my cum covered cock to her mouth. "Looks like you've got one hell of a slut here, Mr Briggs," I said, making sure she got every drop. "I sure wouldn't like to be her old man, what with all that spunk and shit up her." Briggs laughed. "Don't worry son, she's got tomorrow to recover, beside the stupid bastard doesn't even know what a whore he's married too. Christ, is she was my old lady I'd fucking kill her."
Helen emerged from behind the curtain, video camera still in hand. At the same time I removed my mask. Briggs looked at me and then at Helen. "Helen, but, if your ... then who ..." I'll never forget the look on his face. His tired drunken fucked out brain was trying to take it in. He turned to the prone figure laying in front of him. Spunk was running out of every orifice, her face and hair were covered in it and she was moaning like a hurt a****l. As Briggs removed her mask, his scream could be heard all over the hotel. Helen and I slipped out quietly.
"I'm sorry Hon, it's just that we're short of staff and there's loads of deadlines to meet. Look, there's a TV dinner in fridge, so don't wait up huh." She hung up.
This was getting too much, two to three times a week she would have to work late, coming home sometimes at 2am. I'd hear her get undressed and shower before falling into bed exhausted. It was playing havoc with our sex life and if I was lucky I got it once a week. Then there were all the phone calls, it seemed that even on the weekends they wouldn't leave her alone. The only reason I'd let it go on so long was the fact that she earned at least three times my salary and we really needed the money, but I decided that enough was enough, if she wouldn't tell him I would.
By the time I arrived at the office it was 7:30pm. It was one of those multi storey buildings with her offices on the 17th floor. Security knew me and with a cheery wave let me. I left the elevator and headed for my wife's office. "Sorry man, you've just missed them, they left about an hour ago." It was the cleaner, a large cheerful black guy. I took a flyer. "Are they coming back? It's just that Mr Briggs asked me to meet him here, I'm one of his customers."
"Don't know but seeing as he knows you, you can wait in Mr Briggs office if you like, I'll shout you when I'm about ready to lock up." He let me in to the plush office. A large desk filled the room with two leather sofa's against one wall, TV, hi-fi and video to the left and a mirror wall concealing a bar at the far end. I'd been here before when helping my wife and her boss celebrate a big contract so knew where everything was. I decided the least they could do while I waited was provide the drink so I pressed the catch and with a quite hiss the mirror door opened out.
I helped myself to a large brandy and was just about to close the door when I realised you could see through it, it was a two-way mirror. I examined the bar a little more closely. Behind the other door was a video camera pointing into the room. Why would you have a secret camera I thought? Searching the bar area revealed a hidden drawer, it was one of those push the front and it springs open. Inside were a number of videotapes, each one labelled with the name of a client or specific meeting. Out of curiosity, I took one of the tapes and placed it in the player.
It started with a view of the room. There were two foreign looking men, Arabs or Iranian's, Briggs and my young wife, Helen. The two men occupied one of the sofas while Helen sat near the desk. Briggs, a middle aged short fat guy with a balding head was handing out drinks and congratulating them on signing the deal. "Well, gentlemen, and lady, lets drink to a long and successful relationship." They downed the drink and Briggs quickly refilled the glasses. This time he stood behind my wife and started to run his hands across her shoulders and down inside her blouse towards her tits.
Helen is a real sexy woman, just turned 28, naturally blond with brown eyes, tall with a beautiful figure, full ripe tits and shapely legs. She was dressed in a two-piece grey business suit with black stockings and high heels completing the picture. As Briggs reached in and fondled her tits she merely sat there sipping her drink. "Gentlemen, I promised you something special, so, what say we have some fun." This seemed to be Helen's queue. Rising to her feet she sexily sauntered over and stood in front of the two men. Briggs hit the play button on the audio and as gentle music filled the room I watched in horror as my wife did a slow tantalising strip tease. The three men sat in silence as one by one her clothes were removed until all that remained were her panties, suspender belt, stockings and shoes. She stood there cupping her tits, thrusting them out towards the three men while teasing the nipples.
One of the men reached out and with her obvious consent lowered her panties down her long slender legs. "Didn't I tell you what a fine slut my secretary was?" Briggs said, drooling at the sight of my wife's shaven cunt just inches from his face. "And tonight, she's all yours, you can do anything you like to her only don't mark her OK, we don't want her old man finding out and spoiling the fun."
The man that had removed her knickers was busy fingering her cunt while his partner played with her tits. Briggs just sat and watched, rubbing the bulge through his trousers. Helen was forced to spread her legs as the guy roughly shoved three fingers up her. There was a kind off blank expression on her face as she let them feel her up. Not content with three fingers up her cunt, as his partner undressed, he now tried to force another two fingers up her arse. Helen grimaced as they went in but stood still and said nothing. With his fingers still firmly imbedded in both openings, she was forced into a kneeling position. "Oh yeah, she likes that," said Briggs as the other guy stuffed his large prick into her mouth. "Taught the fucking bitch to deep throat myself," said Briggs, now openly wanking his cock.
It was obvious that these men were just using her for their own gratification. Holding her head, the guy fucking her mouth just pushed until his entire length was down her throat. She gagged a little but simply allowed him to fuck her face. The guy behind had removed his fingers and was busy fucking her cunt, holding onto her hips and thrusting forward, almost knocking the wind out of her with each forward stroke. "Yeah, told you, the fucking slut loves it. I've got this one trained so well she'll do everything I say, won't you slut." With a mouth full of cock Helen just looked at Briggs and moaned. "Watch this, this'll make her cum." With the two guys furiously fucking her mouth and cunt Briggs grabbed hold of her nipples and viciously started to twist them. Within seconds Helen had a massive orgasm. "See, told you, she likes it rough, don't you sweetheart."
My heart was in my mouth as I watched the scene unfold. Sure, we had a good sex life, but I'd never ever seen her like this before and she would never let me fuck her so rough. It was like watching some hardened porno queen going through the motions. The two guys fucking her changed positions a couple of times making her suck there cum covered cocks. Briggs was content to tease her nipples while getting her to play with his cock. The guy fucking her mouth speeded up and holding her head tight he let rip into her mouth and throat. Helen simply drank the lot, licking her lips to catch the last drops. "Good girl," said Briggs, "she just loves the taste of cum don't you bitch." Now the other guy speeded up and holding her hips tight he too shot his load deep into my lovely wife. By now I was nearly in tears. To think that my wife of only a few years was cheating on me with just about any man that came along.
I checked the other tapes, sure enough, each one was of a similar scene. Some showed Helen getting fucked by various men while others featured girls that worked for the firm. I even recognised one or two other wives. As I fast forwarded the last tape I froze in horror. It must have been made some months ago because Helen was sporting a different hairstyle. In this tape she was dressed as before but Briggs had her leaning over the desk while a large black guy fucked her up the arse. She was obviously in agony as his large shaft buried itself to the hilt. Briggs was the other side of the desk holding her down and shoving his cock in her mouth. "You'd better get used to this bitch, I'd hate to think what would happen if your old man ever got to see those photo's." Briggs came first, holding her head still, making her keep his cock in her mouth as he filled it with spunk. She tried to pull away but he was too strong. As he pulled his limp cock from her lips, she spat his cum out in disgust. The black guy grabbed her hair and roughly pulled her head back as he filled her arse with black cock. She screamed as came inside her and when he eventually pulled out she fell to the floor like a spent rag doll. As he turned round I recognised him as the cleaner. "Get used to it bitch, your ours now, the firm own you," Briggs said pushing her roughly on her back. He shoved three fingers up her cunt, "who does this belong to?" he asked, "t-t-t-the firm," Helen replied meekly.
I was about to turn the tape of when the cleaner poked his head round the door. "OK man I'm ……….. what the fuck you doin' with dat man, Mr Briggs fucking kill me if he see you looking at dat."
My head was in a compete spin. My first instinct was to kill the cleaner, then find Helen and Briggs and kill them both, but fortunately common sense took over. My anger was replaced by a feeling of cold, calculating cunning. "I um, it was left in the machine, I was trying to find something to watch on TV and it just came on." The cleaner made to grab the tape from the video. "That was you on there wasn't it."
"Err yeah,"
"it's OK, Mr Briggs told me all about it, that's was some babe you were arse fucking huh." The cleaner smiled, "sure man, old man Briggs, he likes me to help him break in the new girls, says it humiliates them having a black man fuck em."
"What do you mean, new girls?"
"Man, don't you know nothin, he's got all the chicks on film man. A couple of weeks after starting at the firm, old man Briggs, he slips them a mickey and then takes photo's of me fucking em. After that it's easy man, they do as he says or else, if you get my drift."
So that was it, blackmail. Without the cleaner seeing me I smuggled two tapes out under my coat and headed for home.
Helen came home about 1am, and as usual she showered and went straight to sleep. As a construction worker, I'm up early and out of the house before she rises. All day at work I kept thinking about the tape and what my lovely wife was being forced to do. Finally, my anger centered on Briggs.
Although short, fat and balding, Briggs was a millionaire many times over. He lived in a large house just outside London and had recently married an absolute stunner. She was a good few years his junior, about the same age as Helen with the same model looks and figure. Briggs absolutely idolised her, she was his main purpose for living. "If anything were to happen to my lovely little Linda, well, I'd kill myself," he announced to the press shortly after as showbiz wedding.
As Briggs's PA, Helen had become good friends with Linda and often commented on how Briggs set her on a pedestal. "You know what Hon, he spent £75,000 on a ring for her today, as though she needs another one." "I guess he must really care for her," I said, "wow, that's an understatement, he worships her. Oh, by the way, I have to go away for a few days, business."
I'd thought about everything long and hard and decided that whatever it took my marriage was worth saving. I knew Helen had been d**gged and blackmailed and although it hurt to know that she was continuing to fuck other men, I had to try. I called her into the lounge. "Sit down, I've got something to show you." I could see the fear in her eyes as I started the video. I'd picked a scene where she was half dressed giving Briggs a blow job, I thought this would be less painful for her and me than watching a full length fuck scene. "Oh my God, where did you get that?" The colour had drained from her face and she was a deathly white. "I'm so sorry Hon, I can explain, please, please Hon, let me explain please ..." She stared at the screen as Briggs shot wad after wad of spunk into her lovely mouth. I turned it off but before I could say anything she completely broke down. I took her in my arms and told her that I knew everything, the d**gs, the blackmail, everything. It took a full hour before her tears dried up but I was left holding an empty shell.
"This business trip, what was it really?" I asked her. In a matter of fact voice she told me. "Mr Briggs has arranged for all this years customers to meet in the Hilton for a gang bang party. I'm the gang bang." "How many?" "Oh, 20 maybe 30, I'm not sure." "Any other girls going to be there?" "No, he say's I remind him of Linda. He does all the things to me that secretly he dreams of doing to her, only of course he wouldn't really." "Will Linda be there?" "Yes, he usually slips her a sleeping powder and makes sure she's in bed before the party really starts." "OK, can you get me in?" "Sure, I print all the invites, it's a fancy dress party so wear a mask and no one will ever no."
I told Helen my plan and although reluctant, she finally agreed.
Dressed as Zorro I entered the party without any problem and promptly found Helen. She was dressed in a ball gown complete with ornate face mask. We spent some time chatting to Linda and it was easy to slip the d**g into her drink. At about 11:30 Helen said it was time, "he'll be slipping her a powder any time now," "OK, go do your stuff." Under some pretence or other Helen got Linda to follow her to our hotel room.
The d**g was taking effect, and although still fully conscious, Linda had no control over her actions. Quickly, we stripped Linda of her costume passing it to Helen. "How do I look," she asked adjusting the face mask, "he'll never know the difference," I said. Helen returned to the party.
She returned about 20 minutes later. "Well?" "Yep, he brought me a drink, just as always, I pretended to drink it, said I didn't feel too good and was going to bed." "Great, now what?" "OK, the rooms set up next to his suite. I'm supposed to strip of to my stockings and shoes and be ready on the bed when they arrive. He thinks I'm already slightly pissed, but that's how he likes me."
Covering her with a bathrobe, between us, we half walked and half carried Linda up to the room. Once there, we dressed her in stockings and shoes and placed her on the bed. The mask covered most of her face and in the dim light she could have been anybody. Still d**gged, she simply laid there staring at the ceiling. "Oh fuck, look." Helen looked on in shock. Linda had a big bushy cunt whereas Helen's was totally smooth. I've never shaved a pussy so fast in my life. When I'd finished, Helen covered it in baby oil to try and remove the razor rash. When she'd finished she hid behind the curtain with the video camera.
Ten minutes later and the door opened. "Ah, I see someone has beaten us to it," an elderly man said. "Has the fun started yet, Charles tells me she's quite the little whore, takes it up every hole and at the same time." He walked over to the bed and looked down at the beautiful female form stretched out before him. "Oh yes, if anything she looks even more radiant than last time I had her." As he undressed, more people entered the room. "Lets tie the bitch down," said one man. I helped tie her arms to the headboard, ready to intervene should someone try to remove her mask. She was looking from man to man but the powerful d**g prevented her from talking. Helen told me the d**g prevented you from speech and although it allowed very little movement, you could hear and feel everything that happened.
Securely tied and with her mask still in place the men started to take turns. The old boy mounted her first, fucking her missionary style, his wrinkly old arse pounding away until he shot his load. He was replaced by another while a younger man knelt by her head and fucked her mouth. She moaned a lot but this was taken as a sign of enjoyment and simply spurred the men on. After several men had deposited their loads in her young cunt, Briggs made a grand entrance. "Ah, gentlemen, started without me I see, and just how is our young whore performing?" he asked laughing. Seeing her tied down brought a big smile to his drunken face. My heart leapt into my mouth as he leaned over her. With his face no more than inches from hers he taunted her. "Tonight my little fuck slut, you are going to find out what it's like to be fucked in every hole several times over. Then, I might even let the staff have a go." The men cheered as he stood over her. "Untie the bitch and put her on the floor, I'm going to arse fuck her real good."
As instructed, they untied the unfortunate girl and placed her on the floor on her hands and knees. "Wait a minute," said a large black guy. He lay beside her, his massive black prick standing up like a flagpole, "OK, now put her on top." With her cunt already full of sperm it was easy to place her on his large prick and I watched as she was forced down on it. Satisfied that she was well impaled, Briggs got behind them.
"Fuck me she's tight tonight," he said attempting to dry fuck her arse, " never had this problem before," he said breaking out into a sweat. "Here Charlie, try this," another guy said handing him some KY. Briggs spread the jelly onto the tip of his cock and started again. This time it slipped in easier. Linda groaned deeply. "Oh yeah, that's it bitch, take it like the fuck slut you are. Fuck me your tight tonight, you been exercising those arse muscles." They all roared with laughter as Briggs puffed and panted as he shoved more and more fat prick up her arse. Another man joined in and holding her head up by her hair he forced his cock into her mouth. "Down her throat, she fucking loves that," Briggs said encouraging him. "Oh yeah, great, lets really show this whore how we treat our women."
The three men fucked her senseless and once spent were replaced by three more. In the space of three hours she was fucked in every hole and every position possible. At one time several men spunked into a wine glass and they cheered as they forced her to drink it, holding her head back and pouring it in. True to his word, as the number of men started to dwindle, Briggs invited the kitchen staff, mainly uneducated black guys to join in abusing his white fuck slut. "That's it boys, show the little white whore what those big black cocks can do. Stretch that cunt and arse boys, I want to hear her beg for mercy."
They were savage with her and made her take two large cocks up her cunt at the same time. As daylight started to penetrate the room the last man said goodnight leaving just me, Briggs, Linda and Helen who was still hiding behind the curtains. "Well go on boy, help yourself, she's just some poor bastards fuck slut, give one last fuck for me," Briggs said flopping back in the chair exhausted. I dragged the half conscious Linda over to him and laid her out in front of him. "So you can watch one last time," I said filling her arse with my cock. I didn't take long to cum and pulling out I offered my cum covered cock to her mouth. "Looks like you've got one hell of a slut here, Mr Briggs," I said, making sure she got every drop. "I sure wouldn't like to be her old man, what with all that spunk and shit up her." Briggs laughed. "Don't worry son, she's got tomorrow to recover, beside the stupid bastard doesn't even know what a whore he's married too. Christ, is she was my old lady I'd fucking kill her."
Helen emerged from behind the curtain, video camera still in hand. At the same time I removed my mask. Briggs looked at me and then at Helen. "Helen, but, if your ... then who ..." I'll never forget the look on his face. His tired drunken fucked out brain was trying to take it in. He turned to the prone figure laying in front of him. Spunk was running out of every orifice, her face and hair were covered in it and she was moaning like a hurt a****l. As Briggs removed her mask, his scream could be heard all over the hotel. Helen and I slipped out quietly.
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