Shared Secretaries Pt 02

Phyllis woke to a tickling under her nose. Her head was still groggy from all the booze plus the anesthetic that she had willingly partaken of. The room was dark, and when she tried to brush at her nose she found she could not mover he arms. She tried to pull free with both her legs and arms, but all four were securely tied to the frame of the bed. A light by the bed was flipped on giving enough light to take in the scene. At the same time a voice spoke to her.

"Well, well. Are we awake and ready for action lady?"

Phyllis was aghast. There was a large, muscular, black man in his forties straddling her torso with his hips. His huge erect cock was laid out over her face. It was his pubic hair that had been tickling her nose. Naturally Phyllis screamed bloody murder. The man knew that any such yells would be ignored by others at the inn. Such reactions were common at The Society Hill Inn. Still the man found it annoying. He muttered to himself, "Why do I always gotta silence these old white bitches?" He reached down and grabbed her by the waistband of her black brief style panties. Two yanks were needed to tear them away from her body; both of which pulled her hips off the bed. Once free of her body, the panties were shoved into her mouth silencing her. The man pulled at her hair pinning her head to the mattress.

"Now you stop that lady. Stop that hollaring or else! Now you're all mine for the next few hours. After that some of them other boys might want a crack at you. All the girls are in the same boat for the next two days. Get used to bein' a fuck toy lady. Now I'm gonna take this out of your mouth and feed you my meat. Do a real good job and I'll consider not shoving this big, black dick in your dry pussy hole."

The man removed the cloth from the woman's mouth slowly as if to test her. She started to utter some words, so he just shoved the wad of cloth back into her mouth making sure to push it in deeper than it was. Phyllis began to choke and gasp for air. Mr. Tortus pulled the cloth back out and replaced it with the fat head of his cock. It was a big dick. The biggest one at the inn that weekend. It was just a shade over nine inches long and 6 1/2 around. It was also rock hard in anticipation of tearing in to an unwilling partner. The woman might be on the older side, but she was still plenty fuckable.

Phyllis kept perfectly still as the man slowly worked his penis in and out of her mouth. It was a big one. Easily one of the biggest she had ever seen. He began to work it deeper into her mouth. She had no choice but to accept it inside her gullet. Tied as she was, she wasn't going anywhere. The man had managed to work about two inches of his fat meat in her mouth when he changed tactics. He raised himself up on his knees and angled his dick downward into the woman's mouth. Then he grabbed a good handfull of her hair and used it to pull her head up off the mattress and further down onto his organ.

He got a rhythm going and quickly jerked her head back and forth forcing her to bob on him. Phyllis gagged and spit and coughed her way through the forced blow job. He kept at her for over five minutes. His cock became coated with spit and bile as did her lips and cheeks. Finally, before he reached orgasm, the man stopped and dropped her head back to the mattress.

Phyllis lay there with tears streaming out of her eyes mixing with the saliva on her face. She had know idea what was happening to her. Obviously at least one of the guests at the meeting was a rapist. She did not understand why no one had heard the commotion and came to check on her. Her jaws, lips, and scalp ached from the brutal treatment she had received. She rightfully believed that it was only the beginning.

Mr. Tortus had re positioned himself between her tied apart legs. He peered down at her sex. Her hair was thin and light. He could see her pussy lips still sewed tightly together. It had been years since anything had parted her womanly gate. It would not be easily forced open. Mr. Tortus did not care to taste her womanhood before ravaging it. It was not his problem. His cock was slick enough from her mouth.

Kneeling between her thighs, the man licked the tips of three fingers and spread Phyllis' vulva without ceremony. He used his middle finger to probe her cunt. Indeed it was as tight as a born again virgin's should be. He grinned as he grabbed his meat and lowered himself. Phyllis had just caught on to what was about to happen and began to beg.

"Please sir, please don't do this. I'm a widow. You don't want me. Please go away. Don't do that!"

But it was too late. The man already had the head of his cock lined up and was pushing himself in. It did not go smoothly. His size and her dry, tightness was not a good match. He worked back and forth feeding her a 1/4 inch at a time. When he had put about a third of his long, fat dick in her, he lowered himself down more and began to roughly stroke into her. Five or six strokes put another three inches into her.

Phyllis moaned and groaned in pain and humiliation. She had never taken a black dick before consensual or not. Now a big, mean man was humping away at her. He had two thirds of his nine plus inches in her. She had only gotten half his dick in her mouth so it wasn't that wet. The rest of his meat sticking out of her was yet dry as a bone. The older woman had very little means to lubricate herself. She was terrified by the attack and stayed dry inside. Mr. Tortus did not care. He continued to grind away at her. The feeling was like a velvet glove stoking him.

Poor Phyllis felt like a bat was raping her. An old bat left outdoors to become rough and weathered was thrusting in and out of her at a now furious pace. She began to shriek and beg for mercy. The man once again shoved her underwear in her mouth to quiet her. Then he lay down putting his full weight on her. He slipped his hands under her plump, doughy ass cheeks and took a firm painful grip of ass meat. He yanked her ass cheeks apart with all the grip he could muster.

He fucked her like this for another four minutes giving her maybe 500 hard strokes when he felt himself ready to come. He pushed himself as far into her as he could wanting to pump his seed as deep as he could. His paws gripped at the poor woman's ass cheeks leaving fingerprint bruises on her skin. The man spewed out a healthy load. It did not leak out right away as he stayed inside her a few minutes to let himself relax.

The man reared back his knees and looked down to admire his handiwork. Phyllis' vagina was splayed open between her spread eagled legs. He formerly tight lips were now ragged and stretched. Cum had begun to seep out between her now purple lips. It quickly pooled in her asshole. Mr. Tortus got up and went to the bath room to clean up and relieve himself. Phyllis law prone and whipped; too afraid to even spit out her own undergarment that was in her mouth.

Eventually the man emerged and flipped off the light. He had no concern for the woman tied to the bed. He was planning another go round with her after a short nap. He slumped in the armchair and fell asleep. When she heard the man begin to snore, Phyllis spat out her gag and wept softly until she too fell asleep.

Down the hall from Phyllis' room Alice lay sleeping. She was splayed out on her stomach; securely bound to what would soon become a bed of torture. She was still clad in skin tone underwear. There was a dainty pair of string panties hiding her twin holes. The Pastor quietly entered the room and switched on the light. Ally did not stir at all. The man patiently removed his clothes taking the time to fold his trousers and shirt before placing them aside. He removed a wide leather belt from the pants and left it hanging over a heavy, wooden office style chair. He dropped his boxers but remained in his T-shirt and socks.

Alice lay sleeping; a gentle up and down in her torso showed her slow breathing. The man looked down upon her with a combination of lust and disapproval. What kind of woman would do this? Who would leave her husband and go away with an employer? Didn't she know what he would expect of her. Dr. Pastoral was a stern man that believed in strong discipline. Discipline for women, children, and dogs was his motto. Obviously this woman's husband had been lax in her discipline. He would be happy to remedy that.

The Pastor picked up his belt from the chair and doubled it over in his right hand. He stood at the foot of the bed. Alice had been placed with two pillows under her ass and none under her face. This placed her in an incredibly good position for what came next. The man struck her across her small, pert rear a good hard stroke. Alice was instantly awakened. She screamed in shock and pain and tried to get up but found herself securely tied hands and feet to the bed. She struggled and pulled until the Pastor brought his belt back down in the other direction catching her left cheek this time.

Alice writhed in pain and terror from what had happened. The man moved around to the right side of the bed. He touched the right side of her head gently with the belt loop to get her attention. Ally turned and looked seeing her assailant for the first time. He was a nondescript older white man whose erect penis jutted out from his groin menacingly. She did not have a chance to process any more than this before he spoke to her.

"Listen to me, and listen well my child. You have been given to me to use as I please for as long as I please. Your boss is in a room enjoying his woman now as well. You must obey me or I shall administer more punishment. Do you understand?"

Alice managed to nod her head in acknowledgement.

"Good. Now I am going to release your hand so you can pleasure me with your mouth more easily. Suckle me well or your bottom shall feel more of my belt!"

With her right arm loosened, Alice was able to turn on her side to face the man's meat. It was good sized but not huge. 6 3/4 inches long and 5 1/2 around, it was fully erect and purpled with anticipation. As she gazed at it in a daze, she briefly considered protesting or calling for help; but a touch of the belt on her right butt cheek silenced her. She reach out with her free hand and took the base of it. She pulled him in a bit to get her mouth on the plummy head.

She opened wide and took the dickhead in her mouth filling it. She loosely held the organ by the base while bobbing her head slightly on the tip. Alice head never been much of a cocksucker. She was at her heart too much of a "nice girl". Pastoral let her continue with her feeble attempt at a blow job for two or three minutes. She had not gotten more than a third of his meat in her mouth and had made no effort to jerk or stroke is cock or balls.

The clergyman became impatient and gave a light tap across her rear cheeks to get her attention. She jerked and took her mouth off him.

"You call that a suckle missy? You have to do better than that! Get your gullet all the way down on that peter and do something with your hand besides hold it. And you'd better watch out for your teeth. If I feel them again your going to feel my belt."

Spurred on by his threats, Alice redoubled her effort to please the man orally. She took his cock i her hand more firmly. Her fingers just fit around it to touch tips. She opened wide and went deeper down on him. She stroked his shaft and started to corkscrew him. She swirled her tongue on the head and and tickled the pee hole. She was just starting to get the hang of it went she made a grave error. She tried to throat and slurp at the same time. This resulted in her nipping the crown of his cock with her teeth. The reaction was immediate.

"You little harlot! I told you not to do that. Now I'm going to have to teach you a lesson."

The man pulled back away and examined his cock. The skin was not broken. Alice began to plead.

"Please sir, please don't punish me. It was an accident. It won't happen again."

Pastoral grabbed her right wrist with his left hand and held it to the mattress. He used his right hand to retie her arm to the post. Alice continued to beg but he ignored her and went for his belt. He moved to the foot of the bed and looked down at the small wisp of underwear.

"So help me I'll beat those little britches off you for that. Then you'll still swallow my seed."

The doctor began by giving Ally a series of random shots across her rear. Some hit on cheek or the other, while some landed across both. Some shots strayed down to her thighs stinging and reddening them. Alice screamed at the onslaught then began to loudly sob. She had never experienced anything like this in her life. The man delivered about a dozen strokes before changing his aim. He targeted the small of her back with four or five hits that landed hard on the base of her spine leaving welts.

Eventually Pastoral zeroed in on the top of her ass crack where the bikini's waistband hung seductively on her hips. Four more hits and the garment began to move down her legs a bit. Alice's cries were punctuated by random wails as some hits landed harder than others. The soft cotton fabric of the panties was beginning to fray from the beating. With each blow now the underwear slid another inch until it finally hung below her booty. Her ass was a patina of red bruises.

Now the vicious man stopped to catch his breath. He looked down at the flimsy panty hanging on her and reached out and tore at it until it came free. He tossed it over his shoulder before giving her one last hit with the palm of his hand. Then he went back to the right side of the bed. Alice had stopped sobbing but continued to breath heavily. Her eyes were wide in a blank stare. She seemed unawares. The Pastor grabbed the nape of her neck and turned her head towards his outstretched dick.

Now Ally came back to reality. She recoiled in horror at the sight of the man's penis. He jabbed it at her lips, but she kept them pursed together. With his other hand he pinched her nose shut. The poor young wife could not hold out. She relaxed her jaws and let the man face fuck her. It only took about two minutes for him to cum. He was in a state of great arousal. He held her head tightly as head pumped out his load. She had no choice but to swallow given her position. When finished, he slid out leaving a trail of cum on her lips and mouth corners.

The pastor went slumped back into the room. He retrieved her torn undergarment from the floor and used it to wipe himself off. From there it went into the wastebasket. The man had yet to have intercourse and wanted it badly; but he would need some recovery time so he lay down on the carpeted floor to rest.

Mr. Tortus had enjoyed his time with Phyllis well enough. But she was on the old side and her body was a little gone to pot. There were fresher women available at the event. The thing was he had to wait until one became free. The rules of the event stated that when a man was finished with his woman, he was to leave her room with the door open. An open door at the inn indicated that the woman inside was free for any man to use as long as he liked until he left with the door open in turn. Tortus walked out leaving the door propped wide. The woman inside wasn't going anywhere.

Tortus prowled the halls of the inn for a few minutes without finding an open door. Somewhat frustrated, he went out to a veranda for a cigar. He always carried a few Cohibas for such emergencies. It was a good smoke and took a while. But it left him even more ready for sexual action.

Mr. Sunderson, the organizer of the event, left Divya's room happily satiated. The middle aged Indian wife had fought like a Bengal tigress at first, but once she had been subdued provided a warm comfortable ride. Her oral skills were also very above average; a tribute to a proper upbringing as far as he was concerned. Sunderson craved a smoke as well, but preferred American cigarettes. He found a pack of Winstons and joined the large Afro-American on the porch. It was a warm but breezy night.

The two men chatted for a while. Sunderson doing most of the talking described other events that were hosted at the inn. There were wife swaps on a regular basis. In the Summer there was going to be a daughter swap. They just lacked two more participants to finalize that one. Some years ago there had been a mother swap, but that had not been repeated due to a shortage of women in the right age bracket. Tortus expressed interest in returning. He mentioned a sort of foster daughter that he was putting through college that he could bring. Hearing footsteps in the hall, the men surmised that some doors must be open and went off in search of more delights at the expense of the luckless females present.

Sunderson entered the first door that he found open. He was a big man-6'3" and over 220. He did not bother trying to conceal or quiet his movements. He flung the light on and slammed the door shut to see what he had found. Phyllis still lay where Mr. Tortus had left her. Tied spread eagle on her back. She was completely nude. The man moved in for a closer look. It was the older woman that the clergyman had brought. Oh well, he would not bother with any niceties. A woman this aged would be used to a good pounding.

Phyllis was awakened by the noise and light. She groggily squinted her eyes looking for the man she assumed was back for more. But it was a large fair skinned man this time. She waited for him to make the first move although she desperately wanted to be freed from the uncomfortable bindings. Predictably the man removed what clothes had had on quickly displaying an impressive cock. Not quite as large as the Black man's, but sure to do plenty of damage.

Once disrobed Sunderson went and stood by the head of the bed.

"I'll bet you could use some water eh grossmuter?

Phyllis quickly nodded. The man went over to a wooden serving cart of the type that all the rooms came equipped with. There was a bottle of spa water as well as a decanter and two Waterford tumblers. He filled one of the tumblers with water. Then he opened the decanter and took a whif. As always at the inn it was an excellent spirit. This time a fine French brandy. The man poured the second tumbler about 3/4 of the way full until it held over half a pint. He brought the water back first.

Sunderson untied the older woman's arms from the headboard. Then he put his hand behind her back and helped her forward while putting the glass at her lips. Phyllis thirstily drank from the cup rapidly draining it. Sunderson turned as if to go for more. Phyllis propped herself up by placing her hands flat on the bed behind her back while waiting for the man to return with more water. She half hoped that he was here to release her.

When the man returned he held the glass in his very large hand so to conceal the dark colored liquid inside the second glass. With agility he kneed hos way onto the bed while taking her head by the nape of her neck. Expecting water Phyllis opened wide to receive it. She was greeted with a high proof, albeit very smooth, liquor. She immediately coughed and spat trying to refuse the potent liquid. But Sunderson was a strong man and he easily held her body in place while he force fed the rest of the glass into her.

It took several attempts to get it all in her, but only a small amount of the total spilled out and onto her face stinging her skin. Sunderson dropped his quarry back to the mattress where she did her best not to vomit. He wanted her loopy for what was coming. He noticed that whomever had her first had left a big mess in her crotch. He went to the bathroom and got a towel. He wiped her crack clean and then spread the towel under her ass. She actually appreciated this gesture as she had been lying in a cold cummy mess for over an hour.

The man then got back on the bed straddling her torso. Once in position he gave her instructions.