Susan Carter - The hidden camera
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In an electrifying silence, Herman and Ben silently stripped naked, letting their clothes fall where they may. They stood on the stage naked, their thick erect cocks bulging obscenely in front of them. Every man in the room felt a throbbing erection… everyone was excited… all save Fred Hartman. It was impossible to tell what he was feeling, for outwardly, he was calm. Judging by his outward behavior, he might have been attending a mildly interesting lecture; he showed nothing. He was calm, collected. Also… nothing escaped his attention.
Herman and Ben both looked as if they had cocks that were going to explode with a massively lewd excitement. Both men looked down at the bed and saw Rita's nakedly writhing buttocks over Nancy's face and Rita's mouth voraciously licking the widespread cunt below her.
With a hoarse cry, Herman crawled on the bed. He crawled between Nancy's wantonly spread thighs and wedged himself up toward Rita's head. The masked and booted woman sensed his coming and took her mouth from her friend's lewdly churning cunt to look up. She watched with a lewd smile as Herman plunged his lust-hardened cock deep into Nancy's wetly quivering cunt. She watched Herman's long thick penis right below her face, as it began brutally fucking in and out of the desire-lubricated cunt.
Herman fucked with a wild abandon for about a minute, then wildly pulled his moistly glistening shaft out of Nancy's tight clasping vagina and stuck it, wet with cunt-juice, into Rita's eagerly waiting mouth.
Ben, standing by the bed, his excitedly pulsating cock in his hand, watched Herman's obscene fucking of both women. He leaped on the bed, his face wild, his strong arms holding his body up over Rita's. He looked down and saw her naked buttocks still grinding down on Nancy's stunningly beautiful face. He watched their lewd liquidy movement before he lowered his massively thickened penis down into the fleshy crevice between her ass-cheeks.
Rita felt the hot hardness of his penis and obscenely thrust her ass upward in invitation, arching her back and tearing her cunt from Nancy's gluttonously licking mouth. Nancy looked up to see Ben's rigidly rampant cock plow like a sword into Rita's wetly welcoming pussy… the same vagina she had just licked and sucked and made creamy and ready.
The men surrounding Fred Hartman watched as Ben pulled his cock out of Rita's vaginal opening with a lewd sucking sound and aimed it downward to slide into Nancy's excitedly waiting mouth. Each and every man watched as she closed her eyes in lascivious rapture and as her tightly availed lips began sucking sensuously.
The defilement of both women was completely and brazenly displayed. Both men fucked with wild abandon, fucking cunt and mouth alternately. The girls behaved like depraved animals… they were truly mindless with lust as they fought to lick each other's cunts and suck cocks at the same time. Insanely, Nancy would reach up and grip Rita's wantonly writhing buttocks. Her nails dug into the snowy soft flesh of her friend's ass-cheeks, and she held her tightly in place while she watched Ben's cock flying into the cunt right in front of her face. Both girls were insanely excited by the sight of the other being fucked so humiliatingly in front of a crowd of strange men.
Wild with lust, both women fought to suck cocks. The scene grew wilder and wilder as sweating bodies writhed obscenely with all shame forgotten. With greedy looks the men switched girls, moving around on the bed so that Herman tucked Rita's cunt and Nancy's availed wet lips, and Ben enjoyed Rita's eager mouth and Nancy's invitingly spread pussy.
The party was beginning to get out of control as men in the audience stood up and stripped off their clothing, never taking their eyes from the writhing foursome on the bed.
Naked bodies piled on the bed, erect cocks throbbing for action. Nancy found herself being pulled and tugged around and found herself with three men, surrounding her, their brutal hands probing and fondling her nakedly aroused flesh, their cocks sticking in her cunt and mouth and even sliding painfully up her forever-stretched rectum. Her eyes rolled wildly as she saw Rita being mauled by three men at the same time.
The room was wild with excitement… and through it all sat the single, solitary, lone form of Fred Hartman. He sat alone, still watching… he watched men and women writhing in uncontrolled obscenity. He had planned the whole thing.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Nancy awoke that next morning lying face down on a bed. She awoke slowly, by degrees, groaning her way into consciousness. Her vagina was sore, her rectum dully throbbing in discomfort. She hurt all over and it seemed there wasn't a muscle in her body that didn't ache.
Yet… she felt good.
She felt good because she was sated… satisfied… exhausted! She had done everything and people… strange men… strange men had grinned lewdly at her and forced her to suck their cocks and be fucked by them in the mouth… in the cunt… in the ass. Sometimes, there had been three… four men at once. She had fucked them all until she had passed out.
And there was no telling how long it had gone on after she had passed out… she only knew that she woke up stiff and sore all over, naked, lying face down on a bed, her gracefully curved buttocks naked to any further ravagement.
She had awakened to stagger to the bathroom, moaning, her proud breasts quivering, her fingers feeling for the shower faucets. Hot water hissed down in needle points and Nancy stood, her magnificent body surrounded by billowing steam, and let needle points of hot water stab at her flesh. She soaped her body completely and winced at the cries-cross of red welts on her stomach and the various plum-blue bruises on her soft flesh.
She was drenched by the steaming hot shower, staying under it longer than intended, finally leaving reluctantly.
She dressed and let herself out of the elegant bedroom. It was a bedroom that Nancy was to come to know in the future months. She would come to it many times in her life. She would come to know its bathroom and its ever-stocked wet bar and its closed-circuit television and its little carved box full of drugged delights. She came to know that… in the narrow space of that room… when she occupied that space… for that time, at least, she was queen. When in that room, she was treated like a lady and her every wish was immediately granted.
Beyond that room… she was treated like a common slut.
Nancy came to like that room and its raw entertainments as she came to know it. She drove home, tired, aching, falling into her bed utterly exhausted.
She awoke with a guilty consciousness. She woke up to face a gray morning and the sight of Allan.
Suddenly… insanely… her life was submerged in Allan. She cooked for him… they entertained together… they went out to expensive restaurants together… life suddenly was all Allan and her whole day and night were caught up in his personality and career… she was the good wife and the perfect hostess. She carried the demure role out to the point where she believed it…
And then the phone would ring…
She would answer it and it would be the slightly drunken insinuating voice of Tom… usually he would be in a bar somewhere with music and idle chatter behind his phone conversations… the idle suggestion that she attend a party… the icy tinkle of an empty drink swirled around… the sound of voices very near the receiver saying something smutty… Tom Nelson at some far-out party, some bar, calling, asking for a favor.
Tom had given her the negatives and photos of her naked dancing. He had been good to his word… however… there had been some pictures taken subsequently… some very good pictures.
It didn't take her long to realize she was in a ever narrowing trap. She knew that there were always going to be pictures. After awhile… she was even willing to pose for them… in fact, she got a kind of masochistic pleasure out of Tom taking pictures of her hungrily sucking big thick cocks or getting fucked by one, two, three men at the same time. Willingly, knowing he was going to use the pictures to blackmail hers she posed for him. She posed naked and obscene, committing anything asked of her.
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