Christy Dunlop was not thrilled with her part time job as a Census Taker, but the addition money was helpful. The twenty-nine-year-old blonde had a full-time job, and her husband worked too, but times were tough. So she took this opportunity.
It was not the job itself that bothered her. Christy did not mind walking door-to-door asking questions to complete census surveys for those who either forgot to mail their forms in, or were too lazy to do so. It was the response she received much of the time that got to her. Some people were rude, and even downright insulting, when she appeared on their doorstep. And often she had to contend with lewd remarks and/or stares of men who kept their eyes focused on her 36-D breasts while she went over the form with them.
Christy was not ashamed of her 36-D, 26-36 body. But she did not appreciate the way men objectified her just because she was shapely, attractive, and had long blond hair.
Perhaps the thought of being viewed by men as a sex object was disturbing because her husband did not appear to respond in the same way. Christy had been married for five years. She had been sexually active with her husband before marriage, and there sex life was satisfying after becoming husband and wife. But for the better part of the past two years sex had become less frequent due to their busy schedules and her husbands continual stress at work. When they did have sex it was often over in a couple minutes. Her husband was usually satisfied with spilling his seed into her and just rolling over to go to sleep. Christy could not remember the last time that he had brought her to orgasm.
As frustrating as the sex was, she was still happy to be married and had never considered straying on her husband. Christy's strict moral upbringing and church attendance stressed those values on her. Sure she had participated in pre-marital sex with her husband, and with a handful of other boyfriends, but stepping out on her husband was totally out of the question. Besides, she had her fingers, and her trusty vibrator that was always ready in the dresser drawer.
As she walked her route Christy found many of the homes that she was assigned to visit vacant. As she traveled through the Oak Grove subdivision Christy found more houses than expected sitting empty. When she reached Willow Lane Christy realized that she was going to end early today. At least that was her expectation when she reached the last house on her schedule. It was a good thing too; it was just beginning to rain and Christy had failed to bring her umbrella. She hoped that she could make it back to her car before it began coming down too hard.
At first Christy was convinced that this place was vacant too. A dilapidated house sat back in the trees, mostly out of view of those nearby. There were no curtains on the front window. Debris was scattered about the unkempt lawn. Christy was about to walk away when she saw someone looking out the window. So she headed up the empty driveway toward the front door.
Inside, nineteen-year-old John Shepherd watched as Christy approached. "Look at this hot bitch." The slightly chubby young man with shaggy brown hair and goatee said to his friends.
"Let me see." 19-year-old Kevin Parker said as he rushed to the window. When the skinny, short-haired, young man wearing jeans and a tee-shirt—both soiled from working on a trash truck—saw Christy he ducked aside. "Shit, if she lives here then we're gonna get arrested."
Eddie sat down the beer he was drinking and got up from the overturned milk crate that he was sitting on to look out the window. The muscular twenty-year-old ran his fingers through his long brown hair and whistled at the sight of the sexy blonde in khaki pants and a tight red shirt strolled towards the house.
It was Eddie who had found this vacant house that he and his friends were using. Working for a local trash disposal company—with Kevin—gave him the opportunity to discover empty homes such as this one. Eddie and his friends would use these places to party in, and they would often steal some of the copper pipes and other items that could be sold for quick cash. Their car was parked in a nearby shopping center, where it would remain until they walked back to it this night since someone had already beaten them to anything of value that had been in this place. "Let's invite her in for a drink." He suggested.
Bob laughed. "Right, and I'm sure she will just walk in and suck our cocks too." The handsome, tanned, blond nineteen year old who worked with Eddie offered.
The fourth man in the group—John's twenty-one-year-old brother, Tony—rubbed his crotch. "Why not ask her and find out?" Tony was a rough looking man. His unkempt dark brown hair and beard made him stand out distinctively from the others.
Christy knocked on the front door. "I'm not sure about this." Eddie offered.
Tony pointed to Bob, "Go see what she wants."
"Why me?" Bob asked.
"Because you're the pretty boy. Girls trust you." Tony explained.
Bob hesitantly approached the front door. Christy was about to turn and leave when he got there. "Can I help you?"
"Is this the Johnson family residence?" Christy asked, after looking at her notes.
"Um, yes it is." Bob answered, hoping that he was saying the right thing.
"Are you Mr. Johnson?" Christy inquired.
Bob saw the census documents in Christy's hand. He shook his head and said, "No, I'm his son."
"Is your father, or anyone who can answer a few census questions home?" Christy continued. She cursed under her breath as the rain began to fall harder. There was no overhang covering the front door of this place. She was going to get soaked before she was finished.
Bob wanted to get rid of her. "No, just me and my friends."
Christy jumped as a loud clap of thunder startled her. "Excuse me, but would you mind if I step inside for a moment?" she asked.
Bob did not know what to do. Without thinking he allowed the door to open wide so that Cara could enter.
When Christy walked into the living room she realized that things were not right. There was no furniture; just five young men with a case of beer. "I am sorry, I better go." She said.
"Close the door!" Tony ordered. Bob pushed it closed before Christy could turn around.
"Let me go." Christy said. She reached into her pocket for her cell phone.
Tony grabbed her hand, jerking the cell phone away. "We're not letting you call the cops on us."
"I promise, I won't tell anyone that you are in here." Christy offered.
Tony looked her up and down, "I think that we'll just have some fun with you first."
Tony grabbed Christy and pulled her into the middle of the living room. Christy cried out in fright, attempting to break free as all five men wrestled her to the floor and began tugging at her clothing. She panicked as she felt her khaki pants sliding down her legs. "Please don't hurt me!" She pleaded.
"We're not going to hurt you; we're going to fuck you." Tony said as he pulled her red shirt up and over her head. Kevin and Eddie pulled the shirt the rest of the way over her arms as Tony began undoing Christy's bra. "Those are some nice titties." He commented as he began fondling her firm breasts.
Hands began groping her tits and rubbing between her legs. Christy continued to fight back to no avail as she was stripped bare and manhandled.
"Hold her down." Tony ordered as he stood up.
Each of the other four pinned one of her arms or legs to the floor as Tony used Christy's cell phone to take a few pictures of the naked blonde. "Maybe I will send these to everyone in your address book." He commented.
"Please don't!" Christy exclaimed. The thought of all of the people who would see those pictures mortified her. The list included friends, co-workers, and many people from her church. Christy could not deal with the humiliation of being viewed by everyone she knew.
Tony unfastened his pants and let them drop to the floor. He slid off his boxer shorts, revealing his hard, thick cock. "Bring her here."
Christy was jerked up off of the floor and forced to kneel in front of Tony. He grabbed her hair with his left hand and pulled Christy's face closer. "Suck my cock!"
Christy tried to resist, but found hands pushing her head from behind. She reluctantly gave in and accepted Tony's dick in her mouth. She was startled when she glanced up to find the man taking pictures of her sucking his dick.
Tony handed the cell phone to Kevin then grabbed handfuls of Christy's hair and held her head tight as he began fucking her face. Christy had sucked dick many times before, but it had always been a slow, easy blowjob—always pulling away to let her husband, or whoever, cum on her face—never a rough throat fuck like she was receiving now.
"Get her up on her knees." Eddie said as he removed his pants.