When the last guy had his turn, he had Michelle lean over the back of a wooden chair so her bulging breasts would hang down. Then he walloped the cane two times in quick succession across the top of her tits. The pain just rocked right through her body. At the same time Peter had the dildo jammed up her cunt and yelling at her, "Cum, you slut!!" "C'mon you filthy fuckin' whore." The other guy then grabbed the chain yanking her up by her nipples. "Uuuuoooooooohhhhhhhh!!!" Michelle sobbed out as it felt like he was pulling the rings right out of them. "Stand up slut," he screamed out. "Let me see those tits." He grabbed her purple beaten globes in his hands and squeezed them. Michelle held on to the chair to keep steady. She wanted to beg him to stop, but all she heard was Peter yelling, "Cum...cum... cum you bitch." He was ramming the dildo up her fuckhole while this guy was pulling the chain. Her nipples felt like they were on fire. Her cunt was ready to explode. There was so much pain and pleasure that her body lost control. She screamed..."OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, FUUUCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!.... FUUUCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!...." She began cumming harder than she ever imagined possible. And it didn't stop. She was panting and yelling, "Ohhhhh....... Fuckkk....... Yess.....Yessss... Fuckkkkkk....."
Once Peter saw Michelle in her glory having the ultimate orgasm, he knew that this was all her breasts could take for now. They were beaten to the point of being two bruised purple masses covered with deep welts bulging from her chest. He knew once her orgasm subsided that her only thoughts would be of how much they hurt. Peter could see it in her face. But the sight of her battered tits made him so hot. That was something that always aroused him. And seeing her cumming so hard added to it. His cock was so rigid that he could barely contain himself. He wanted to do more to Michelle. The other guys were feeling the same way.
Michelle was kneeling on the floor moaning out of control. Peter moved to her and grabbed her head. He was so aroused with what he had done that he had to satisfy his hard cock. So he tilted her head back, stuffed his big stiff twelve-inches into her mouth and shoved it right down her throat. Michelle was so overwhelmed in her orgasm that all she could do was groan. Her throat was nothing more than a hole for him to fuck. Peter humped her mouth furiously ramming his cock in and out plastering his balls into her face. About a minute later he was holding her head up into his groin, fingers entwined in her hair and moaning. He was cumming right down her throat into her belly. There was not much for Michelle to do, but take it.
Peter backed away when he finished dumping his load into her. His massive cock glistened with her saliva and remnants of fresh sperm that he just deposited down her throat. Michelle gagged and choked spitting up some cum.
She hadn't recovered from her own orgasm yet or deepthroating Peter, when she felt another set of hands on her head. It was one of the other men. He put his cock to her lips. "Take it Michelle." It was the sound of Peter's voice ordering her to take this guy's cock too. She opened her mouth and he shoved it right in and down her throat, just like Peter had done.
Peter helped by grabbing Michelle's sore tits and squeezing them. "C'mon slut, milk that cock. Suck all that cum out." Seconds later sperm was pouring into her belly again. She had to do all of the guys that way. Five more times she was throatfucked and given a load of sperm right into her belly while Peter abused her tits.
A couple times Peter thought she wasn't participating enough. He was demanding that she suck their cocks and enjoy it. He wanted to see an eager slut that couldn't wait to get another load of cum. So one time he took this clamp-like instrument that looked like a pair of metal pliers. He gripped one of her swollen pierced nipples and began squeezing and twisting it. With a cock buried down her throat all you could hear was a muffled high-pitched scream. The pain was so extreme that she grabbed the guys' hips forcing his cock all the way down her throat. Her face was mashed into his balls while she sucked on his hard cum-filled dick until she drained the sperm out of him. Peter was yelling the whole time, "you fuckin' worthless cunt, get it all down your throat. Suck that cum. Choke on it."
Then if that wasn't enough, with the next guy, Peter grabbed one of her engorged beaten purple tits in his hand. As she sucked this guy down her throat, Peter started spanking it with a one-inch wide leather strap. At first he was just slapping her tit, but then he literally began beating it harder and harder making Michelle's body wince in pain with each stroke. Michelle's mouth and lips responded by gobbling at the guy's cock trying to quickly make him cum. Peter didn't let up either. "C'mon slut, you can suck better than that." And he kept brutally lashing her breast until he was convinced she had another load in her belly.
When her ordeal was over, the five guys simply left the room. Nothing was said. They all just stared at Michelle's purple-colored swollen breasts covered completely with welts. Her nipples still had a few droplets of blood from where they were pierced. Obviously she was nothing more than a piece of fuckmeat for their use. Peter grabbed the chain on Michelle's bleeding tits and began leading her out of the room. He still made her crawl like a worthless slut back to the other room. She cried and whimpered all the way down the hall. She was hurting so badly and she was so exhausted.
Peter finally removed the ropes tied around her breasts. What a relief she felt when he did that. "Get dressed," he ordered.
Michelle began slipping her clothes back on over the cum, over her nipple rings and over her new bulging breasts. Her blouse barely fit they were so massively inflated. That's when she began to think about her husband. There was no way to hide these.
They walked out of the room and met the five men. They were dressed and ready to go too. "She's a great piece of ass," one mentioned to Peter. "Bring her around anytime."
Peter looked at Michelle. "We'll be back."
Then out the door they went.
Michelle was daydreaming in the car about what to do when she got home. She could only guess what her husband would say. Then before she knew it they were back in company parking lot. It was 2am in the morning. Peter switched the light on in the car. "How's the tits," he asked. Michelle unbuttoned her blouse and could see the color returning to them. But they were still bruised and covered with red marks from the beating she endured. "There okay... I guess," she answered. She buttoned back up and kissed Peter good night.
A half-hour later she was in the driveway of her home. All the lights were out. She expected that. She slipped in quietly and crawled into bed hoping not to wake her husband. She lay there unable to fall asleep. She could smell the sweat and scent of sex on her body. Her face and chest were still sticky with cum.
Then almost as if in a dream she was awakened. It was morning. Her husband was in the bathroom. Fortunately the covers were still pulled up over her breasts. What would he say if he saw them now?
When he came out he saw that she was awake. "What time did you get in last night?
"It was late," Michelle replied avoiding a direct answer.
He just grunted. "So what was it? Whoring again, huh?"
Michelle just lay there hoping he'd just leave for work. She still loved him. But how could she tell him about the extreme things she was doing. She never thought a little office flirting would wind up like this. Maybe she did go too far.
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