"Those are your only options young lady, whether you like it or not. " Mr. Brady snickered as I sat in the chair crying.
The tears weren't flowing because I was being forced to do it, they were because it made me so horny just thinking about this man inside me and I hated myself for it.
"So what's it going to be Mrs. Brooks?"
"Fine, I'll be there by six." I said trying to hide my excitement.
He stood and led Dave, my husband, and I out of the conference room he had pulled us into during the office Christmas party, slapping my ass as I walked by causing my to soak my panties even more than they already were.
"Bridget I'm so sorry... You don't have to do that, I'd rather just go to prison." Dave said as soon as we were out of earshot buy I refused to even speak to the man.
"What the hell were you thinking? Where did it all go?" I finally screamed when we got into our car.
"I don't know, I was funneling it into a secret account just a little at a time over the last five years. When it got to a million the plan was for us to move to the Caribbean and just relax for the rest of our lives. When Brady called me yesterday I went to withdraw it but everything was gone. The fucking account was empty Bridget!"
"So you got caught stealing and I'm being forced to spend the night with Mr. Brady and you have nothing to show for it? Really? I mean how fucking retarded are you?" He didn't even answer me and we rode in complete silence all of the way home. "Don't even think about trying to come upstairs tonight, I'm not sure if I can remain your wife. The lies, for so long, were you even going to take me with you?" I made my way up the stairs without waiting for him to answer.
I was so angry at him for lying to me, but so turned on from the meeting and felt the need for some release. Locking the bedroom door and lying down on the bed it really hit me, we were $500,000 in debt because my husband was an idiot. After a few minutes of wallowing in self pity I managed enough ambition to get out of my dress and slip into an over sized shirt I had appropriated from Dave "This will be the only thing of yours touching my body for a long time." I chuckled to myself as I turned the lights out and slipped beneath the covers.
Worn out and a little buzzed, sleep was soon taking over my body in it's relaxing cocoon, but my mind was still fixated on Mr. Brady. How handsome he was as he told me what David had done. How veiny his cock was when he pulled it out and told me to suck it with authority. The way he forced himself into my throat while Dave just sat in his chair and watched as he deprived me of oxygen with his large tool. The memories caused my vagina to salivate with anticipation of finally being satisfied. I drifted off to sleep with my fingers slowly rubbing my clit as my mind showed me everything I never knew that I wanted.
*DING*DONG*
"Come on in Mrs. Brooks." Mr. Brady said as he swung the front door of his home open.
"You can call me Bridget, sir, I don't think I'll be Mrs. Brooks for much longer anyway." I said as I removed my coat and handed it to him.
"In that case you can call me Frank," he responded while hanging my coat in the closet "Dave must be pretty devastated, losing his little nest egg and his wife in the same week."
"I haven't even seen him today, been too busy meeting all of your requests for my appearance."
"You do look absolutely gorgeous!" He said taking in my totally nude and hairless body. "I wondered if having you start out naked would detract from your beauty but I can see now I indeed made the right call."
It had hurt at first, the lady put hot wax in places I've never touched myself, but soon my mind shut out the pain and concentrated instead on my fantasies of how tonight would play out. I imagined hours of humiliating yet errotic sex, being treated like nothing more than a piece of meat there only to give him pleasure. I forgot myself for a minute and had tried to satisfy my aching pussy, reaching down into a fresh smear of wax brought me quickly back to reality, the older Asian women tending to my arrant hairs was just watching me squirm as my little honey hole leaked all over the plastic covered salon chair.
"The waxing was a new experience, I enjoyed it though, and the way I feel is like butter. I couldn't keep my hands away from my vagina," I admitted as I began to feel my body producing more moisture just speaking about the experience "the cab driver didn't even charge me the fare out here!"
Frank led me to a room that looked like it used to be a library but now only contained a giant four post bed and five cameras set up to record every angle of what happened on it.
"I had it made special order." He said about the giant bed as he had me lie down on my back, my outstretched arms didn't come close to either edge. "One last time for the cameras Bridget, why are you here and what are you here to do?"
"Dave embezzled half a million dollars and lost it, I'm here to repay the debt."
"How are you going to repay me?"
"I'm yours for the next forty eight hours, you can do anything you want to me, I'm your servant, your property, I'm here only to please you."
"Will today be the only time you grace my home with your beauty?"
"No sir, I will will be back next weekend, and the one after that, I will keep coming back until I have paid back what he stole."
"Do you want to be here?"
"I didn't want to at first but agreed to keep Dave out of prison," I admitted "now I'm excited about what will happen."
"Good, it's more enjoyable when everyone involved is a willing participant." He said as he dropped his robe and stood between my legs as naked as I was.
Frank wasted no time in getting his large penis into my dripping cunt, he filled me much more than Dave was ever able to. He didn't try to pleasure me, just pumped away for his own enjoyment, but within minutes I had reached my first orgasm of the weekend, well not counting the cab ride over here. His pace quickened as my muscles began convulsing around his girth, I could tell his end was near and tried to imagine what would happen once this ice breaker was out of the way.
"Hey dad, do we have anymore beer?" A voice called from the open doorway. Looking over I saw a young man in his twenties, well built and ruggedly handsome, standing just inside of the room and staring directly into my eyes.
"The fridge in the garage is full." Frank answered. "That's my oldest son Mike."
"Oh" was the only thing I managed to say.
"I swear none of my boys could find their own ass hole even if I drew them a map," he whispered into my ear "Let me finish what I'm doing and I'll grab them for you Mike."
It was weird, I figured with someone watching me be defiled that I would be embarrassed, but I found it strangely stimulating and as Frank returned to fucking me I was quickly approaching another climax. This time Frank allowed my pussy walls to milk the seed from his shaft. I felt each squirt as the hot liquid coated my insides.
"I'll be right back Bridget, why don't you keep Mike entertained so he doesn't get bored and hurt himself somehow."
"Whatever you want me to do, sir, I'll be glad to do as you wish." I knew it sounded cheesy but I wanted to cement his trust in me in hopes of not having to do the full fifty weekends we agreed upon in the payment plan.
Frank had barely dismounted me when Mike took his place with his dick hanging out of his fly. Much like his old man he made me feel full and was concentrating only on his own pleasure. I hadn't considered that I might be shared with another man while here but the idea was such a turn on I felt myself being hit by an orgasmic wave the likes of which I had never experienced before. My eyes rolled back into my head and shut the bright light of the room out.
"Who are you?" I screamed when I finally opened my eyes again. There was a different guy between my legs thrusting himself deep into my womb.
"Jeff, I'm one of Mike's friends"
That's when I looked around the room and noticed it was now heavily populated, must be at least a dozen guys watching as Jeff fucked my hole roughly.
"And the rest?" my voice cracking as the excitement of so many eyes on me started to push me closer to another orgasm.
"Most are Frank's friends, some Mike's, some George's, that's Frank's other son."
"Oh" was all I could say. What had I agreed to? Frank tricked me, I agreed to let him have his way with me but not to pulling a train for his buddies. "Where did Frank go?" I asked when I recovered from my fourth orgasm just as Jeff was unloading another batch of baby batter inside my abused cunt.
"He had a conference call to take, said you would entertain us until he finished." a fat man answered as he lined himself up with my target. I had always found fat guys to be repulsive, the thought of their stomach pressing constantly on mine, the sweat and smell, the feel of the blubber beneath their skin. He wasn't as big as the Brady men, more Dave's size, and sunk himself inside my quim easily. As much as I detested the man inside me I couldn't convince my body that it wasn't supposed to enjoy what was happening.
As the men each took their turn I was treated to dicks of different lengths and widths, each time one would pull out I could feel cum flowing out of my stretched pussy and down my crack, tickling my butt hole as it cooled in the open air. Looking around I saw the room was now almost empty, just the guy between my legs and one other remained. The guy on top of me shot his load all over my pussy lips then smeared it around using his thick stubby prick.
