Claudia Gangbanged By The Crew

This story is part of a series about Claudia's adventures. She is a hot shot graphic designer who recently had her contract purchased by Mr. Franklin. Upon meeting at a secretive fourteen story building Mr. Franklin seduced Claudia into becoming part of a wild sexual game.

This is the eleventh chapter. In chapter ten Claudia was taken by Mr. Franklin's rival Mr. Rourke and his crew. The gangbang in the Arena completed the competition but Claudai still has debts to pay.

Hafsa brought Claudia coffee in a large cup. The cup looked more like a soup bowl than a coffee cup.

"It's a special brew," Hafsa explained. "I thought you could use it after that wild performance."

"Oh, you saw me?" Claudia asked. She knew Mr. Franklin watched but didn't realize the mysterious and erotic Middle Eastern woman in front of her had also been in attendance. Claudia felt slightly embarrassed but even more aroused at the thought of being observed.

"Wouldn't have missed it for the world," Hafsa replied. "Beyond thrilling."

Claudia eyed Hafsa closely. She wasn't really into women but Hafsa was so beautiful with her long brunette hair, blue eyes, and brown skin. Claudiia wondered if Hafsa was flirting with her.

They chatted for a while. Hafsa poked Claudia's arm, "Drink up. I've got to take you upstairs to see Sam Smith."

As they rode up the elevator Hafsa relayed how excited Mr. Franklin was to see Claudia. "When will I get to see him?" Claudia asked.

"Right after you finish with Sam Smith," Hafsa responded. "Rules are rules. No contact until you finish your debrief."

"Great to see you again," Sam Smith said as he greeted Claudia.

"Oh, hello," Claudia declared. "I see you got your machine and sensing pads ready."

"Glad you remember." Sam Smith motioned for Claudia to take a seat. "Hafsa, can you attach the sensors to Claudia?"

Claudia enjoyed Hafsa's soothing touch as the brunette ran her nimble fingers across her skin. Hafsa pinched Claudia's arm as she left the room.

Sam Smith observed the lights on his machine. Taking notes he asked Claudia a series of questions about the gangbang she had just experienced downstairs. The questions were the same as the ones she was asked after getting pound by Mr. Franklin and his crew. Sam Smith wanted to know how many times she had cum and if she could remember what sex toys were involved.

"Wow, I can't wait to watch the tape," Sam Smith exclaimed. Normally he tried to avoid making such comments, but Claudia was too damn sexy and her erotic tale was short circuiting his brain. His experience fucking Claudia on the rooftop of the building after her session with Mr. Franklin was etched into his memory.

"Do I get an envelope this time?" Claudia asked jokingly.

"You deserve one," Sam Smith chuckled. "You are free to go back downstairs. Part of me wants to tell you to go explore."

"What do you mean?" Claudia asked in a flirting tone. She knew Sam Smith had a crush on her. It was pretty clear to her that he was making a reference to the fun they had on the rooftop after she got in trouble for getting lost in the building.

"Well, I was just promoting you getting into good trouble," Sam Smith explained. "But you probably should wait here until Hafsa returns."

"What does the other part of you think?" Claudia asked while staring at the boner pushing towards the ceiling in his pants.

"Asking questions like that will land you in the dungeon," Sam Smith answered. "That's what my cock thinks of the situation."

"The dungeon?" Claudia questioned with sass. She moved closer to Sam Smith and blew air on his nose.

"Behave," Sam Smith muttered as he motioned for them to step outside the debriefing room. "Well, you haven't lost your feisty nature."

"Owee, hey," Claudia howled playfully as she was reacting to Sam slapping her ass. "What's got into you?" Claudia asked with exuberance while backpedaling slowly.

Quickening his step towards Claudia, Sam Smith replied, "Um, I think that question would be better suited for you to answer."

Claudia was hoping for a more skillful response. "Isn't that what we were just talking about?"

"Are you going to play shy now that we are out of the camera's eye?" Sam Smith asked catching up to Claudia and grabbing her by the arm.

Sam had a firm grip on Claudia's arm; his hold was no match for her capoeira skills. Claudia broke into a paralelo (low squat) move, quickly moving away from Sam Smith. "You'll have to catch me first," she answered with a wink.

Claudia ran down the hallway. This floor of the building was a bit of a maze. Each corridor was lined with doors. The upper half of most of the cherry red doors contained a frosted glass window. Company names were written with gold bubble lettering. After a couple turns Claudia noticed a pair of doors without any writing on the glass.

The first door was locked but the second one opened. Claudia quickly jumped into the office suite. Quickly closing the door behind her, she ducked down just before hearing footsteps running past. She was having fun hiding from Sam. She caught her breath and started to explore the vacant office suite.

There was still furniture in the work space but no plants, no papers, and no phones.

"Sam what are you doing?" Mr. Franklin asked as he watched a business suit dash past the opening elevator doors.

A winded Sam blurted, "That damn vixen of yours is playing hide-n-seek."

Hafsa and Mr. Cayetano emerged from the elevator. "You need to interview Mr. Cayetano," Hafsa said sternly while tapping her fingers on her forearm. "Time limits are in place."

"I know," Sam stammered. "Bloody rules get me everytime."

Mr. Cayetano's curiosity got the better of him. "How did she get away from you?"

"No one told me she does martial arts," Sam replied while looking directly at Mr. Franklin. "I had her by the arm out here in the hallway."

"Didn't like how the interview went?" Hafsa asked before he could say more. Hafsa was teasing Sam. She knew he walked right into a potentially sticky situation.

"The interview went fine. Everything is fine. She was just being silly and I couldn't do anything about it in the room because the camera is always rolling," Sam explained in earnest. He took a sigh of relief as he observed no one was too troubled by his actions.

WIping some sweat from his forehead, Sam continued, "My hand was on her arm. In a flash she did a quick squat and broke free. It was a fast rhythmic turn, almost like a dance move."

"Sounds like capoeira," Hafsa proclaimed. "Impressive."

Mr. Franklin was starting to get impatient. He needs his time with Claudia. "So where is she now?"

"Well, she has to be somewhere on this floor," Sam responded. "Half of the office suites are empty."

Mr. Franklin moved his hands together and snapped his fingers. "I'll find her. I will text you when I do."

Sam Smith led Hafsa and Mr. Cayetano to the debriefing room. Hafsa applied the sensors to Mr. Cayetano's forearm.

"Okay, Mr. Cayetano?" Sam asked.

"Sure," Mr. Cayetano replied. "So does that machine of yours really work?"

"We can discuss it after everyone has been questioned," answered Sam Smith. He motioned Hafsa to wait outside. "Alright, question one, was this your first time meeting Claudia?"

"No," Mr. Cayetano responded. "I met her at the (R)evolution Art Space."

"Were you alone?" Sam quizzed while his eyes focused on the light meters hooked to sensors.

"No, I was with Claudia," Mr. Cayetano answered as he pondered how to answer the question.

Sam noticed the light meter flickering. "Clarify that please. Was it just the two of you the whole time?"

"Yes," Mr. Cayetano remarked while recalling that night with delight. "While exploring the exhibit. Once we started to explore each other Jerome from Mr. Franklin's group joined us."

"So you and Jerome were the transition team between group encounters?" Sam asked while taking notes.

Echoing the words of Sam's thoughts Mr. Cayetano observed, "Lucky to be there for sure."

They continued with a few more questions. Hafsa brought Mr. Cayetano downstairs to the room overlooking the Arena. One by one Mr. Rourke, Hans, Dietmar, and Gunther took turns going up to the debriefing room with Sam Smith.

Mr. Rourke was the last to sit down with Sam. "Okay, group leader, Mr. Rourke, you are my last interview. Was tonight the first time you met Claudia?"

"Yes," Mr. Rourke declared. The lights on the monitor began to flicker. Both men stared at the lights and then at each other. "First time in person. I saw her over the phone during a call with Mr. Franklin." The levels on the light meters went back to zero. "Looks like you are learning how to use that machine."

"It's got some sophistication to it," Sam clapped back respectfully. Sam was eager to wrap up his duties. He still had to review the video from both sessions and then tabulate the scores. "How many times did Claudia cum?"

"Six times," Mr. Rourke stated proudly. "We really got that vixen humming."

Sam smiled. He was about to ask his last question. "Any sex toys?"

"One vibrator," Mr. Rourke answered. "Not that one was needed"

Sam noticed a text on his phone. Mr. Franklin had found Claudia. He left directions. 'Perfect timing,' he thought. "Well, that's a wrap. You can make your way back downstairs."

Mr. Rourke was hoping to get feedback from Sam. "How did we do?"

Sam motioned to go out of the room. "You know I can't say anything. No way am I going to blow it in front of that camera in there."

"Oh, come on Sam," Mr Rourke joked. "I wasn't trying to get you to break the rules or anything. I am surprised you are rushing off so quickly."

Sam realized he didn't want Mr. Rourke to think he was ignoring him. He smiled. "I do have an idea I think you will be pleased to hear."

Mr. Rourke put his hand on Sam's shoulder and returned the smile. "Now that is the Sam I remember."

Sam motioned for Mr. Rourke to quietly follow him. On the other end of the floor Sam tried to open a door, but it was locked. He tried the next door and it opened.

"What are we doing in here?" Mr. Rourke whispered as his eyes scanned the vacant workspace.

Sam pointed to his ear. They could hear a faint moaning coming from what looked to be the conference room. Removing their shoes, they tip-toed into the conference room. Claudia was inside with her back to them. Her legs were spread and she was tied up on top of the conference table. Mr. Franklin was in the process of tying a blindfold on Claudia.

"Tell me more about your experience in the Arena," Mr. Franklin commanded.

"I was dressed up as an airline stewardess," Claudia said softly in between moans. "That vibrator is so strong."

"It's my way of making you tell me what I want to hear," Mr. Franklin explained. "I watched you getting fucked. It was very hot but I want to know what you were thinking."

"You know I liked it. They really pushed my limits. Mr. Rourke was very controlling," Claudia confessed. "Mr Franklin, oh fuck, you're making me tell you all my secrets. Fuck, you're gonna make me cum again."

Mr. Franklin felt himself getting aroused. He squeezed Claudia's nipples. "You know that is going to make me push you farther."

Claudia bit her lip. "Go for it. Push me further. Oh, fuck, fuck, I'm cumming." Claudia's legs shook as they began to kiss passionately.

Mr. Franklin positioned himself so the tip of his cock was now pressing against Claudia's wet pussy. "I'm going to get you ready for your next encounter."

Claudia felt a tingling sensation race through her body. She was aroused by the mysterious and devious tone of his voice. "What have you got planned for me?"

Mr. Franklin slowly pushed the head of his rock hard member past Claudia's pussy lips.

"Have you forgotten about the debts you need to pay?"

"Your cock feels so good," Claudia wailed. "Debts? What debts?"

"You owe The Crew favors," Mr. Franklin answered. "You remember Lucas and Mr. Washington?"

Of course, Claudia was well aware The Crew would be seeking her out she didn't know when. "I didn't think that would happen right away." Claudia felt herself getting more turned on than she anticipated. Her mind lustfully recalled how aggressive they were,

"Were you hoping to get out of your promise?" Mr. Franklin asked as he started to ram is cock in and out of Claudia's pussy.

"No," Claudia moaned. "Fuck, they are going to be really aggressive with me aren't they?" Claudia began to squirm and grind on Mr. Franklin's cock.

"Yes they are," Mr. Franklin answered forcefully. "I will be there to make sure they don't hold back."

"Oh fuck," Claudia wailed. "I love it when you push my limits. You make me want to take more and more."

"I love watching you got fucked almost as much as I love pounding your pussy," Mr. Franklin remarked as picked up the pace of his thrusting.

Claudia clung tightly to Mr. Franklin's back as she continued to grind her hips. "You are making me feel so wild."

"Then it is time to start getting you ready," Mr. Franklin detailed. He softly bit her lip. "You ready to ramp things up."

Claudia nodded and moaned, "Please, I'm ready." Claudia kept nodding her head.

Mr. Franklin motioned for Mr. Rourke and Sam to stand on either side of Claudia.

"Put your hands to your sides. What do you feel?"

"Oh my God, I feel two really hard cocks," Claudia answered.

Mr. Franklin took off Claudia's blindfold. "Tell them you want to feel their cocks in your pussy."

Claudia bit her lip and lamented, "I want you to fuck me with your cocks."

Mr. Franklin, Mr. Rourke, and Sam took turns thrashing away on Claudia's pussy. She came several times. It was an incredible erotic experience. Each of them continued to detail how aggressively The Crew was going fuck her. Claudia loved how they got her to confess she was really turned on by the idea of getting railed by a bunch of big black cocks.

Mr. Franklin untied Claudia and got her on her knees. "Stick your tongue out and beg for our cum."

"Give me your cum. Cover my pretty face," Claudia whimpered. She loved being the center of attention. Watching the three men rapidly stroking their cocks increased her lustful anticipation of meeting up crew. Claudia was so aroused she felt herself getting wet as the three cocks exploded. Cum splattered her face, hair and throat.

As Claudia rubbed cum on her tits she marveled at how erotic it was to taste the three different varieties of semen in her mouth. The musty smell of their seed was intoxicating as she cleaned off each cock.

Mr. Rourke and Sam walked Claudia and Mr. Franklin to the elevator before parting ways.

Claudia embraced Mr. Franklin in the elevator. "So where to now?" she whispered.

"I'll let you wonder about that," Mr. Franklin replied. They made their way to the parking garage. "Close your eyes," Mr. Franklin directed as he put the blindfold back on Claudia.

Lucas pulled up moments later in the black Mercedes-Mayback s600. Lucas held the back door open while Mr. Franklin helped Claudia get in. No one spoke a word as they pulled out onto the street.

"How are you feeling?" Mr. Franklin asked as he rubbed Claudia's shoulders.

"I'm feeling good," Claudia answered excitedly. She was enjoying the mystery afforded by the blindfold. She didn't know who was driving or where they were going. It was raining hard enough to make noise on the roof of the car. "I always feel sexy in the rain."

"You like getting wet don't you?" Mr. Franklin teased as he put his hand down Claudia's panties.

"Hey, now," Claudia muttered as she made no effort to pull away. She pulled Mr. Franklin in closer for a deep kiss. Unlocking their lips, Claudia asked, "Who's driving the car?"

"Don't worry," Mr. Franklin replied. "Their eyes are on the road." Mr. Franklin started licking Claudia's breasts as he started to finger bang her pussy.

"Oh, that feels good," Claudia moaned. "You are really starting to corrupt me."

The car came to a stop. Lucas got out and opened a gate.

"Wow, your fingers are so strong," Claudia wailed. The car started to move and then stopped again.

"Put on a little show for our driver," Mr. Franklin commanded. He turned on a small vibrator and put it inside Claudia's pussy along with his fingers.

"You're going to make me cum in front of someone," Claudia howled. The idea of being forced to cum in front of a stranger turned Claudia on tremendously. The more she tried to resist the more aroused she became.

"You are getting really wet," Mr. Franklin observed. His tone was getting more aggressive. "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about getting fucked," Claudia groaned. "You going to make me get fucked hard."

"Yes, in a big way," Mr. Franklin said, sounding very devilish. He slapped her nimples.

"Fuck, I can't hold back. I'm fucking cumming," Claudia wailed as her legs shook. She was still shaking as Mr. Franklin pulled her out of the car. Lucas led the way to the clubhouse. Mr. Franklin held Claudia's hand as she was still wearing the blindfold.

Once inside the clubhouse Mr. Franklin brought Claudia to the bathroom. He removed the blindfold and handed her a bag. "Take a shower and put on this outfit. I'll be waiting for you outside," Mr. Franklin directed. He gave her a big kiss and slapped her ass.

Claudia took a shower and took a look at the clothes in the bag. There were two outfits to choose from: a nurse's outfit and a teacher's outfit. There was a note attached to the tops. "Put this sweater on if you are ready to teach anger management," read the note on a sweater. The sheer white hottie ER one piece included a card which said, "Put this over yourself if you are ready to tend to unruly patients."

While trying to decide between the two outfits, Claudia put on a new pair of nylons. The bag also contained a sexy garter belt and velvet silk bra. She smiled when she found the velvet lipstick that matched the bra's color. 'Very sexy indeed,' she thought while putting the lipstick on in the mirror. Claudia opted for the teacher's outfit. A butt plug was rolled up with the sweater. Throwing caution to wind, Claudia inserted the plug and exited the bathroom.

"You look great, Professor," Mr. Franklin declared. "Your class is waiting for you. They are a tough group so you better have a drink first." Mr. Franklin pointed to a drink on a tray on the other side of the room. He walked to a door on the opposite side of the room.

Claudia had a sip of the drink. It was a tropical flavored drink. Tasty and very strong. She tried to waterfall the drink in order to avoid messing up her lipstick. Part of her drink spilled on her sweater. The sweater was pretty thin. The liquid from her drink made one of her nipples visible.

"Professor, your class is waiting," Mr. Franklin hollered, holding a door open on the other side of the room. As he paraded Claudia in front of the room he announced, "Now class I present to you Professor Claudia. She knows you are a rough group but she will do her best to deal with you."

Claudia smiled nervously as she eyed The Crew. There was Lucas, the Uber driver, sitting in the front row of the class. Dwight, Leroy, Todd, Washington, and Thomas made up the rest of the class. They had done a good job setting the space up to be a mock classroom. There was even a white board with the words "Anger management class" and "Professor Claudia" written on it.

"So you think you can help us?" Washington asked as he stroked his chiseled chin.

"I will do my best," Claudia answered. The Crew were an impressive sight. Claudia was mesmerized by their very athletic builds and their overall large size. The six African-American men and Mr. Franklin did a good job role playing as students. Mr. Franklin explained how they all needed to pass this class.