Mary Jenkins - Innocent in Chicago Volume Two

The other two men were now watching her as her hips undulated towards the bar and she poured herself another martini. As she bent to put the ice in her glass, her dress gaped just enough in front so they could all see the round, soft fullness of her ripe breasts as they pushed against the confines of the material. She looked up at them as they all stared at her as though they were about to attack.

God, she thought, how can I take on so many men in one evening, what will they do to me?

She gulped down her drink as one of the older men moved toward her. He didn't even look as though he would be able to make love, he looked too decrepit!

He was ugly. His lips were thin and hard and his nose was bulbous and veined, his sparse hair lay like a cobweb on his head, but his eyes were glinting with animal lust. His gaze was taking her in, prying deep beneath her dress and uncovering every inch of her flesh.

She glanced over at Conrad who was sitting on the couch and merely nodded to her that she was doing just fine.

"Give the boys a good time, love," he finally said. "I'm sure you'll be amply rewarded."

"Yes indeed," they all said in unison. "I haven't had such a young piece in a long time. This is going to be a real pleasure!"

Conrad went over and put on some low, soft mood music and hinted to Cynthia that perhaps she could start by doing a strip for them.

She hadn't counted on this. She didn't mind stripping in front of Conrad, because she knew that this stimulated him, but she had hoped that the room would be dark when she had to be with the other men. She didn't want to see their faces, didn't want to have to face the fact that she was just giving her body to men that repulsed her.

She stood there frozen to the spot for several minutes when Conrad said impatiently, "Well, my dear. Let's get with it!"

She had never heard his voice so commanding, but she thought that this was just because the other men were there and he wanted to show his authority.

Slowly she moved from behind the bar and began to sway in time with the music, rotating her hips sensually. She stood on her toes, stretching her body and throwing her fully rounded bosom forward as she reached behind her and began to undo the zipper of her dress. The material slid off easily over the silky sheerness of her lingerie and she stood in front of the men clothed only in her half-brassiere, garter belt, black silk stockings and sheer bikini briefs. An almost inaudible gasp came from all the men as they stared at the perfect proportions of her young, supple body.

She heard one of them say, "I can't wait to get at that!" The comment disgusted her, but she continued her undulating, and sensual writhing around the room. She raised one leg slightly and propped it on the chair in a pretense of straightening her stocking, giving the men a better view of the cleavage of her buttocks where the thin panties were pulled tight.

The men were seated at different points in the room, so she walked slowly by all of them, letting them ogle her curves and reach out and fondle the smoothness of her exposed flesh.

"What a piece of ass," one said. "Just look at all those lovely curves!"

Reluctantly, she reached behind her and unfastened her brassiere. The soft, full mounds of her breasts fell free, bouncing slightly as she walked. The nipples were pointing pertly upward as they became erect when they felt the cool air hit them. The older, ugly man reached out and squeezed one breast harshly causing her to cry out in pain.

"Let her alone," the other two murmured. "Let her get completely undressed."

The man released his biting grip on her breast and she continued her sensual dance. All the men were breathing rapidly and she could see the rise of their penises as she walked from one to the other. Their hands were rubbing impatiently on their thighs, stimulating themselves even further.

She reached down and unhooked the stays of her garter belt, affording them a glorious view of the firmness of her thighs and the bulge of her hips where they rounded out into the fullness of her buttocks. Her stockings fell loosely around her ankles and she stepped out of them, letting them on the floor where they fell. In just another moment she stood before them completely nude and voluptuous. The men stared at her for several minutes, almost in awe of her beauty, but slowly began disrobing. Conrad did not move from his chair, but just sat back and watched the circus that was about to begin.

The first man to get undressed was the horrid, older man and she felt as though she would be sick as he moved toward her. He reached out and let his hands wander wantonly over her young, firm body, devouring every inch of exposed flesh and pulling the cheeks of her soft, round buttocks apart and running his fingers deeply into the crease of her behind. She cringed at the thought of this disgusting man touching her, but she did nothing to resist.

She glanced over at Conrad, her stomach churning at the thought of what he was subjecting her to, but knowing that there was nothing she could do about it. She was completely in his power, to do his bidding, even if it meant entertaining his guests.

The other two men were standing over her, leering down, watching while the ugly one caressed her resilient flesh, waiting impatiently for their turn at her.

"Make her lie down," one of the other commanded the older man.

Without waiting for him to force her down, she lay down on the soft pile of the rug, her thighs pressed closely together, trying to hide her vulnerable spot. One of the men grabbed her ankles and forced her legs harshly apart.

"Let's see what she's trying to hide," he choked out, his breath thick with passion.

The other man knelt down beside her and ran his hand up the inside of her smooth supple thigh, pinching every inch or so, making her jump slightly off the floor. So far they had done nothing but fondle her and she was beginning to think that perhaps this was all they wanted. She looked up and saw three erect, huge penises bobbing over her body, throbbing with desire and lust. She had never felt so humiliated, so degraded in her life.

Finally one of the men, the ugly one, moved behind her head and began to run his fingers over her eyes, nose and lips, inserting two fingers into her mouth which was dry. Her eyes closed tightly, trying to block out the image of the face that was above hers. He forced her mouth open with prying fingers and she could feel him rise to his knees just in back of her shoulders. She felt a rush of air as his pulsing prick jerked up and down over her face just before he forced his monstrous, veined tool into her mouth.

"Suck it, baby," he grunted. "Suck it good. Lick it!"

She wanted to be sick, but she obeyed him, running her tongue over the entire length of his phallus.

"Look at her work," one of the other men stammered. "God, she's eating the whole thing!"

Her shoulders were pinned to the floor by the older, ugly man's knees, leaving the rest of her body at the other two's disposal. She felt one pair of hands run tickling up her thighs until they found the tiny pink bud of her clitoris. The other pair of hands were holding her ankles firmly well spread, like she were tied and quartered. Fingers manipulated her clitoris, rubbing it insistently until she began to feel an involuntary tightness grow in her loins.

No… no… she thought, I can't let this happen. I can't let these awful men arouse me. How can Conrad just sit there and let them do this to me.

"God, what a pussy," the man choked as he ran one finger up and down the tight, elastic slit of her vaginal passage. She could feel her juices begin to flow and when he inserted one long hard finger into her passage, she could feel the walls of her womb close involuntarily around it.