Nathan Silvers - Widow in bondage

"And you're going to get a chance to prove it, you fucking hot-assed cow!" Another man added as he replaced the fat man's mouth with his own.

Karen couldn't breathe, couldn't think. Five tongues were wiggling over the pink lips of her cunt, three from the front and two from behind. Fingers from four different hands sloshed up inside her. Fingers from two other hands were pistoning in and out of her clasping asshole, and tongues were washing her ass-crack while others bit deeply into the cheeks. Juice was pouring from her in response to all the action, but Karen was beyond excitement.

The feeling of being pawed and abused by a hundred men at once put the blonde widow beyond fuck-lust, beyond any feeling besides that of being completely overwhelmed by sensation.

And yet Karen was getting hot. Her cunt was twitching as pussy-cream flowed down her thighs, and her ass-cheeks were flexing with each agonizing bite of a workman's teeth into her silky skin. Her tits were swollen with lust and she urged them toward the hordes of mouths that descended on them to bite and slobber, the hands that came to maul and twist. And she kissed the men back freely now, her tongue wrapping about the ones that invaded her mouth, her throat gulping down the spit that each man fed her.

"She's getting turned on," Mark observed from the sidelines. He was toying with Antonella's big tits while she stroked his cock. "Keep it up. Drive her out of her mind!"

Karen wondered crazily why Mark would tell them to do something that they'd already done. She wiggled her hips back and forth and wondered why all the men were so intent on hurting her. They bit her and slapped her and pinched her tender flesh. They twisted her from one side to the other as though she were a rag doll instead of a woman. Suddenly a man fastened his lips to her blonde cunt-hair and pulled out a thatch, causing Karen to shriek in anguish. Then they all began to bite out her pussy-fur.

Karen screamed in torment, her eyes opening wide, her face twisted into a mask of unbelievable pain. She jerked her body frantically against her bonds and threw her head from side to side. Each mouthful of cunt-hair that was ripped out of her sent a dagger of molten pain through her pussy. Her cunt went into seizures and spurted juice in an effort to ease the suffering. Her limber body contorted in its bonds as her satiny skin glistened with sweat.

Cocks began to appear around her, surrounding her sweat-drenched face, pointing like spears at her captive body. The men tilted the seesaw until they could rub their cocks over her pretty face. The man driving his tongue down her unresisting throat pulled away and immediately a dozen cocks smudged the caked red lipstick over her face.

Karen shut her mouth tight for an instant, terrified at the thought of all those cocks fighting for a spot inside her tiny throat, but then a man took another bite of her golden pussy-fur and Karen screamed. A cock slid into her mouth and almost instantly began to shoot.

Karen choked on the unexpected burst of jism. She tried to turn her head away from the spasming cock but the men saw what was happening and several of them grabbed her shining blonde hair and forced her face back around. The workman's cum filled Karen's mouth and trickled down her cheeks and chin. She tried to swallow it, but less got down her throat than slid over her upturned face. The men hooted and jeered, and as soon as the man had finished spurting, the jism he'd shot over her face was smeared in by a rush of hard male cock.

Most of Karen's cunt-hair was gone now, scattered on the floor of her office or over her trembling flesh. Her cunt-mound was red and bare and mouths were still working at it. Her pussy-juice was licked up almost as soon as she spurted it, so her crotch was kept clean in spite of her drooling cunt. Karen thought she was cumming but the pain and pleasure were so mixed up in her mind now that she wasn't really sure.

She knew that her clit was buzzing, and her heart almost stopped when one of the men clamped his sharp teeth on it and bit her hard. And she was drooling pussy-juice in a steady stream while her cunt clamped in a never-ending series of quakes.

But no woman could enjoy this, she thought dimly. No woman could enjoy being mauled and battered by dozens of men. Her pussy-hair had been pulled out, strand by strand. Her tits were covered with teeth marks and her tanned ass-cheeks were trickling blood in spots from where they'd been bitten too hard.

Her cunt was being worked over by five mouths and ten fingers. Twenty cocks swished across the rise and fall of her pretty face. No woman could cum while being mowed under by these men.

But she was.

"The cunt's getting off," one of the men shouted. Karen could feel his breath on her ass as he spoke so she guessed it must be his three fingers that suddenly popped into her ass-chute. "Miss high-class-boss-wife is getting off."

The men cheered and called her names and called her names and a couple leaned in and spat in her face. Karen cringed, but she couldn't stop the wriggling of her body. The men were right, she was cumming. They were driving her out of her mind. Another cock began to shoot in her face, and its owner didn't even try to stuff it in her mouth. He just let his jism throb out over her eyebrows and into the shiny mass of golden hair. The remaining men smeared the cum into an even gloss on her face. Karen squeezed her thighs tightly together as another climax slammed through her body.

Without warning, a man straddled her and smashed her tenderized tits together around his cock. Karen's breath caught in her throat and she howled with pain as the additional weight pulled at her bound wrists and ankles. Other men stepped closer and steered the leaking heads of their cocks around her erect pink nipples. Karen felt the cool trickle of pre-cum on her heaving tits and knew that all three men were close to cumming.

The man reaming her asshole with his fingers added a fourth, and Karen groaned in pain. Fear froze her mind as she realized what was next, but her body continued to squirm as the man formed his hand into a fist and began to ram it up her ass. Karen shrieked and twisted in delirium against her steel bonds. Her cunt blasted pussy-juice so forcefully into the faces of the men tonguing her that they drew back, thinking she was pissing.

Karen's body was a sheen of glistening sweat as she strained hopelessly against the metal seesaw. Her face was a living contortion of agony and ecstasy. She gasped for breath hoarsely and bleated at the men who engulfed her. The man fucking between her tits came, showering the valley of her throat with his cum, and the two men at her nipples followed him instants later, leaving streamers of oozing white slime to decorate her bouncing tits.

The fist up her asshole was tearing her apart. It was as bad as fucking Mark's cock, worse even, because at least Mark's horrible cock had been fucking a hole that was meant to be fucked. Now a fist bludgeoned into her cunt too, and Karen writhed helplessly between the two battering intrusions. Her cunt gobbled at the fist in her cunt, and she shrieked like a dying cat as a whirlwind orgasm blew through her.

"Fuck me!" she screamed, and a cock blasted in her face, webbing her lips together and painting her tongue silver. "Fuck my cunt and ass and mouth! Fuck me a thousand times!"

Mark smiled at her, catching her eye as he nodded for the men to let her loose.

"They will," he said, and his words made Karen convulse with lust. Five hundred men worked in her dead husband's plant. Karen wondered how many of them were going to get to use her body.

Karen expected to hit the floor with a bang, but instead she never hit the floor at all. Instead the men caught her, grabbing her by her arms and legs and by her tits and cunt and ass-cheeks and hair, and pulled her away from the machine. They dropped her onto a massive waterbed and before Karen could even catch her breath, she was engulfed by male flesh. A cock slammed into her cunt on the first bounce of her ass against the wavy bed. Her hands were fitted around fat pricks, and a hand that smelled rank and felt wet brushed her lips. Karen's eyes fluttered open to see the leering face of the man who'd fist-fucked her ass.