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Amsterdick
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Wendy went into her ex-boyfriend's apartment late afternoon. She knew he wouldn't be home and that suited her fine. She was going to collect the last of her stuff, never to return to his place again. She had had it with him. Only two days ago she ended their relationship. She hadn't seen him since. Wendy only had to pick up some clothes, some books and cd's and she'd be out of his life. She didn't exactly know where to go at this point, she was staying at her mom's for the time being. Still, who knew what the future would bring.
She closed the door and walked down the hall. She looked at herself in the mirror for a second. She looked a mess: her long blond hair stuck to her forehead because of all the heat. It was mid-summer after all, and the temperature went sky high this week. That's why she was wearing a light skirt and tight top. She didn't bother wearing a bra, since her top kept her C-cup breasts in the right place.
She hesitated going into the living room. She didn't want to be confronted with a lot of memories. Wendy couldn't even count the numerous times her ex and her had fucked on the couch, or the number of times she had blown his cock in the bedroom, or the toilet even. Wendy took a deep breath and opened the door.
She stopped in her tracks. The whole room was a mess: everything was turned upside down. Two men were sitting in the room: a black guy was sitting on the couch, smoking a cigar. In the chair in the corner sat a somewhat older man, dressed in an impeccable white suit. De door slammed shut behind her. Wendy turned around and saw a third man standing behind her, his hand on the door.
"What the..." Wendy gasped.
"Please relax," the black guy on the couch said.
"What the hell are you doing here? Who are you?" Wendy stammered. The man in the white suit nodded and the man behind Wendy got into action. He grabbed her by her shoulders and pushed her onto the couch next to the black guy. Her heart pounded in her head. These guys looked like they meant serious business.
The black guy spoke in a calm voice: "Ms., we are associates of your boyfriend and we've come to collect some cash he owes us."
"Cash.. what are you talking...?" Wendy couldn't finish her sentence, because the black guy placed his big hand on her mouth. Wendy could taste the sweat on his hands rubbing against her full lips.
"Shhhh, don't speak, just listen," he said in a calm, but menacing tone. Wendy decided to shut up. "Now, your boyfriend we already interrogated, but he won't say where the money is. Maybe you could help us?"
He let go of her mouth. Wendy shook her head. "I don't know anything about money. Marc and I just broke up a couple of days ago... I'm here to collect some things..."
SWACK!
The black guy smacked her mouth hard. Blood started gushing down her nose. "That's not what I want to hear. Where is the fucking cash?!" he demanded. Wendy was shocked. How the fuck was she going to get out of this unharmed? The guy at the door stepped towards the couch. "Tell us bitch, or you'll regret it, I promise you!" Wendy noticed he was unshaven, had dark brown eyes and long black hair. He was handsome in a rough kind of way.
"I-I am sorry. I really don't know anything about the money. Please let me go...." she started sobbing. The black guy turned towards the man in the corner. He just nodded at him and remained relaxing in the comfy chair. The black guy put his cigar on the ashtray on the coffee table in front of the couch. Then he stood up, walked to the back of the couch and grabbed Wendy's hands. He pulled her hands above her head, towards her back. His hands felt very strong, she was never going to get out his grip. But she did try. She started to kick with her feet, trying to hit him. The guy with the long black hair grabbed her feet and pulled them apart. Her skirt ripped open.
"Now listen, you blond bitch!" he said. "My friend Jake here will hold you tight, while I will do with you as I please if you don't tell us where the money is. Ain't that right, Jake?" He looked at his black partner in crime. "That's right, Mike" Jake answered. The man in the white suit looked at her as if he didn't care. He lit up a cigar of his own.
Wendy tried one more time, she tried to get loose while she screamed: "But I don't know anything! Please, please let me go." Mike lost his grip on her ankles, but smacked her face repeatedly! Swack! This calmed Wendy somewhat.
Jake sighed. "Well, don't say that we haven't tried..."
Mike tore the skirt off her body. Her white panties were barely covering her cunt. They were wet, but not with her juices but with sweat, because of the sintering heat. Mike could see the outline of her cunt, and he could feel his cock grow inside his pants. He wanted to plant his hard dick right in her tight slit and fuck her silly. It seemed like he was going to get his wish.
"N-No... don't!" Wendy pleaded when Mike ripped open her top, exposing her breasts. Sweat was streaming down her cleavage. Her nipples were light brown, and Mike pinched them mischievously. "Look at those tits!" he exclaimed. Wendy kicked against Mike's arms, but when he responded by smacking her cheeks, she decided to stop struggling. Even if she could hurt Mike, there were two other men she had to deal with, and judging from the tight grip on her hands, this Jake was mighty strong. Mike let go of her breasts, and threw off her shoes. He looked approvingly at her painted red toenails. "Let's see how tight this vixen really is," he said. He took a small knife from his pocket and ripped open her panties. Wendy was afraid that he would cut her flesh, but fortunately for her, he didn't. Not yet anyway.
Wendy felt ashamed when her pussy was exposed to the two men. Her cunt wasn't hairless, but it was kept well. There was a pouch of hair above her slit, but it was cut in a nice square. She thought about shaving everything this morning and was glad she decided to wait. Now she wasn't totally naked. Mike and Jake didn't care about that though. Jake felt his cock grow in his pants when Wendy's cunt was uncovered. He knew he wanted to fuck the white bitch too and he would after Mike was done with her. Mike took his cock out of his trousers. His monster was about 10 ½ inches. Wendy gasped when she saw his uncut cock. Mike held his cock and pushed its head against her clit and labia. Wendy couldn't help but respond to his touching dick. Since Marc and she hadn't been on good terms for a while, they hadn't fucked in months. She was longing for cock, but couldn't have known that the first cock that would fuck her belonged to her rapist.
"Now, are you sure you don't know where the money is?" Mike asked giving her one last chance to redeem herself. Wendy shook her head, fully recognizing what her answer would mean. Mike held his cock with his right hand and pushed it against Wendy's labia. He slowly shoved his cock inside her snatch, enjoying every inch of the penetration. Wendy gasped for she hadn't felt so filled in a long time. Involuntarily she opened her legs wider, to give Mike access to her fuck-hole. "Aaaaaah...." she panted when she felt his balls hit her ass cheeks.
"Hmmmm," Mike gasped approvingly. "This bitch is fucking tight. I love this pussy." He grabbed her ankles and spread her legs even wider. Her feet on both sides of his face. He started thrusting in and out of her pussy, enjoying the view of his cock slipping in and out of her cunt. Wendy's labia started to drip. Not only with sweat, her cunt was also producing its juice. "Oooh – aah, oooh, aaah..." she panted with each movement of the thick cock inside her cunt.
Jake held her hands with one hand and opened his fly. His 6-inch cock sprung to life and he started to play with it with his free hand. In the corner, the man in the white suit looked at Wendy being fucked. He liked what he saw, judging by the bulge in his pants. He didn't move however. Just watched his employee fuck this girl.
Mike started to speed up, holding on to her ankles. "Yeah, take my cock bitch. I am going to fuck you silly and then Jake is gonna have some fun with that slutty cunt of yours!" Mike felt his balls contract, and knew he was on the brink of cumming.
Jake decided to join in and pressed his cock against Wendy's lips. She opened her mouth, knowing that resistance was futile. Jake's cock tasted like sweat. 'Thank god he isn't as big as his friend' she thought, so she could easily take his cock inside her mouth without choking. Jake pumped his cock in her mouth while Mike's cock seemed to go further and further inside her cunt. "I am gonna cum bitch!!!!"
Wendy panicked. He couldn't cum inside her cunt. She wasn't on the pill because she took antibiotics against a virus and those pills didn't mix well. She had been off the pill for more than a week and ran the risk of pregnancy. She turned her head so Jake's cock fell out of her mouth: "Please don't cum inside, I am not on the pill!" she cried. Mike liked the sound of that. He thrust his cock inside her one more time and then released his load of thick fertile cum inside this blond bitch. "Aaaaah, fuck yeah!" he screamed unloading what seemed like the biggest load Wendy ever had inside her. "N-nooooo!" she cried. But then something happened. Her body started to shiver with lust as her orgasm rushed from head to toe through her system. "AaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhH!!!!!!" she came screaming, practically feeling her womb receiving Mike's cum.
"The bitch is coming!" Jake said. Mike withdrew his cock, which was covered with his own cum and her juices. He let go of her feet, and they fell on the floor. Wendy was exhausted and lay on the couch like a ragged doll. She felt Jake let go of her hands, but she was too tired to make a run for it. Jake walked around the couch and stood in front of her. "Now it is my turn," he said.
