Ganged in New York: 3-Book Bundle: Outnumbered Lady-Cop, Ganged by Yakuza, & Burgled!
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"I want to suck yours first, Robbie," I said.
"Well," he said, looking down at me, his bearded mouth curving into a smile. "Who am I to turn down an offer like that? Then come on over here and get it, you sweet little thang."
I crawled on my knees toward Robbie.
When I had his foot-long, rock-hard cock in front of my face, I took a moment to savor the sight of it. To breathe on it.
I licked it sensually at first, intermittently rubbing my face along the long shaft.
"Aw, ain't that cute," said one of the veteran bikers.
"Looks like a little sex kitten."
"Haha, yeah. With a cock-flavored ice cream cone."
I ignored them and took Robbie's huge cock into my mouth—not the whole thing of course. That would be a massive choking hazard. Emphasis on the massive. All I could do was get the glans in, and maybe about a third of the shaft. But…I paid attention in sex ed class, so I know that's basically the sweet spot. The penile glans is basically the male clitoris after all. Just much, much bigger. Especially Robbie's, which was huge!
There's another advantage to sucking Robbie like this. If he's got my mouth, at least I don't have to worry about him tearing up my sensitive pussy. Or my poor little asshole. But somebody was about to get those…
The men closed in around me while I sucked. Out of my peripheral vision I saw several cocks on either side of me, closing in like sharks on prey.
"I'm next," said Jimbo.
Jimbo was another big man—big in the sense that he was nearly three-hundred pounds, like Robbie. However, unlike Robbie, his cock was much smaller. Which isn't to say it was small. It's still got to be six inches long. It just isn't a monster cock, that's all.
I smiled up at Jimbo and worked his cock next. I gave it a few licks first, giggling, teasing him.
Jimbo grabbed my head and pulled me onto his cock and started deep-throating me.
I gagged, struggling to breathe as he did this.
I instinctively tugged at my cuffs behind me, wanting to push him off with my hands.
Of course, there was also a part of me that was glad I couldn't, because being forced to deep-throat Jimbo felt abusive and violent. And there's a part of me that loves being treated this way.
He let me off, and I found myself gasping for breath, with tears streaming down my face, while the men all laughed at my plight.
It wasn't long before another pair of big, strong hands grabbed me, and I was being force-fed another cock. This time, a thick, eight-incher.
Some of the men were gentle. Some of the men were rough. But soon, it seemed that just my mouth wasn't enough for them.
"This is getting boring," said one of the men. Maybe it was Jimbo. Maybe Viper. Maybe someone else. It's tough to tell when you've a mouthful of cock, you're horny as fuck, and you're struggling to breathe.
"Let's fuck that sopping wet pussy of hers."
"Yeah, the stink of it's driving me crazy already."
"You ready to get fucked in all three holes, narc-bitch?"
"Yes," I gasped, trying to breathe before being pulled back onto god-knows-whose cock.
I felt my panties getting peeled off me. It was a relief because they'd begun to stick to my pussy, and it was getting gross.
My panties were pulled down, past my feet, and then tossed to the wayside.
"Mmm," said one man, "look at that perfect white ass! I just want to slap it!"
"Do it," said Rock. "Spank her good, boys. It'll get her nice and ready to be fucked."
I felt a series of hard slaps on my naked ass from multiple hands. They stung like crazy, because these bikers are crazy-big, and crazy-strong.
It got me so wet.
"I want her pussy first."
"I want to fuck her ass."
"Do it," I cried. "Fuck me in every hole, but…glub…"
I was pulled back onto a cock before I could finish.
"But what, bitch?" said one man.
The guy making me suck his cock wasn't letting go, so I couldn't answer.
It terrified me because, though I like being fucked in the ass, I just wanted to make sure they knew not to go in dry. That'll rip my asshole to shit, so to speak.
"But…" said Rock. "Anyone fucking her ass needs to go balls deep into her pussy first. To get nice and lubed. Right, sweetness?"
I tried to answer and nod assent, but I don't know if it was visible or audible, since I was roughly sucking—I'm pretty sure it was either Jimbo's or Viper's—cock.
"Guess I'm getting her pussy and her ass first then," said Rory in his Scottish accent.
I felt Rory's cock push all the way into my pussy.
Now, Rory's cock is pretty fucking big, so I tensed a little, expecting it to hurt.
But it didn't. It just slid right in.
I must be crazy-lubed down there right now. I'm certainly crazy-horny!
Rory went balls-deep, filling my pussy with his wonderful, long, thick cock.
I just wanted him to stay in there. To fuck my pussy silly. I needed to come, so badly.
But he pulled out, and then I felt his cock pushing back into my ass.
"Oh god!" I had the chance to say before being gagged on more cock.
I was glad I'd taken a shit right before raiding the compound, because otherwise I don't think I'd be able to hold it together. I had a pretty strong urge to shit again, but I knew that was just the dick pushing inside me.
I felt another cock push into my pussy now, completing the trifecta.
I began to choke and hyperventilate—no longer able to breathe properly or think clearly. This felt amazing. I couldn't breath, and…Jesus…I thought I was going to pass out! But my god did this ever feel good!
Fuck! I need this! Fuck! Oh God! Fuck!
I was about to both come and black out from lack of air at the same time.
Mercifully, Jimbo must have noticed my face turning red, because he pulled out.
I coughed a few times, then cried out.
"Oh…oh god…"
I came hard. I've never felt an orgasm quite like it before. At least not in a long time.
I'd never done anything like this before. Like I said, I've probably either sucked or fucked at least two third of the boys here. But never near this many at once…
Come to think of it, the closest had been a threesome with Rock. And that had been with another woman!
This was something else entirely. There was so much energy focused on me, I didn't know what to do with it all. There were almost—and I hate to say this, but—too many dicks! And they all wanted me. And I wanted all of them! But I've only got three holes!
"I can use my hands on a guy too," I said.
I'd be able to use each hand on two cocks if they uncuffed me. But somehow, I didn't think that would fly with Rock. In fact, I was starting to like it this way. It felt rougher. More violent. I felt even more controlled.
Sure enough, I felt a pair of cock and balls in my hands. I didn't know whose. I mused that I could squeeze the balls hard and see if I could tell which man they belonged to by the yelp. But I didn't want to press my luck.
Another strong pair of hands grabbed my head and pulled me back onto another raging cock.
I got fucked in all my holes like that for an inordinate about of time. Immeasurable. I couldn't even keep track of how long, or how many cocks had come in an out, because they changed so frequently.
I came a lot—and I mean a lot. I didn't think it was possible to have more than about four orgasms in one fucking. But by the time I hit seven or eight, it actually started to hurt, and I just wanted the orgasms to stop.
That didn't stop the orgasms from coming, mind you. And I still wasn't sure if I wanted the men to stop fucking me or not.
Anyway, since my mouth was just about constantly full, I didn't have much chance to say anything.
One by one, each of these studs' cocks spurted huge gobs of cum either on or in me. I'd gulped a few orgasms down. Felt som
I just shut my eyes, focused on the pounding of cock in my pussy, my ass, my hands and my mouth, and I came again. And again. And again.
Finally, the last of the cocks pulled out of me, and I was roughly shoved to the floor.
"Had enough, Trixie?" said Rock.
"Yes, Rock," I said, gasping for air.
"Still want my cock."
"Yes, Rock," I admitted.
"Ugh…I don't think so, sweetness. I mean…look at you. You are literally covered in cum. You are one disgusting, filthy, slutty bitch."
"But…you…oh, Rock god damn you! You told me to do this! You made me do this!"
"I didn't make you do anything, sweetness. Did I boys?"
They all agreed with him.
"You're a bastard, Rock!"
"That's no way to talk to the man who just arranged for you to have the best damned sexual experience of your otherwise boring-ass life."
That was certainly true, though now didn't seem a prudent time to admit it.
"You boys had a good time too, right?" added Rock.
They all hollered a kind of assent.
"See? The boys liked you."
I had to admit, it did feel pretty good to be desired by, then fucked by, and made to come by all those men.
"Why don't you thank them all for fucking you so thoroughly?"
"Thank you for fucking me so thoroughly everyone."
"Boys? Why don't we thank her our way? I think Trixie's ready for her golden shower."
"Fuck it. Yeah I need to piss," said another.
"Yeah! Golden shower!" shouted another man.
Golden shower? Oh…god, no!
"Rock, wait!" I said.
That's about all I had time to say before I felt the first stream of urine on my back.
Then I felt more and more.
Suddenly, nearly two dozen men all urinating on me.
I tried to protest, but some just got in my mouth and eyes—probably that motherfucker Viper again!
I swear to god when I get free I'm kicking him in the nuts hard he throws up. Hopefully not on me!
I shut my eyes and mouth and just huddled there on my knees, tucking my head in to protect my nose from the streams so I could breathe until it was over.
It was disgusting. And mean. And so disrespectful.
So why the hell was I so turned on?
I was so horny now, and so hungry for Rock's cock, which I just couldn't have, that it wasn't fair!
When the streams stopped finally—and I was sure—I looked up. Or tried to. It was still a chore to open my eyes and try to focus on my surroundings.
"Payload's all set, boss," I heard a male voice say.
"Perfect," said Rock. "Then let's roll."
It took me a moment to realize 'the payload' wasn't the load they'd just whizzed on me, but the god-damned contraband I'd come here for in the first place!
"You bastard," I snapped. "You are smuggling contraband! I knew it!"
"Is that so?" said Rock. "Well…too bad you let my cock—and my boys' cocks distract you. But now it's time to go, sweetness. I trust you can let yourself out?"
"Don't you dare," I said. "Don't you dare leave me here like this!"
I was dreading being left alone here, naked and in handcuffs for god-knows-who to find. Mind you, as long as that bastard didn't take the keys from my uniform, I could probably get to the back room and get free. But it would be a struggle. It certainly wouldn't be fast, and they would definitely get away before I could get back to the road with my gun!
"Sorry, babe. Can't have you driving after us. You understand."
With that, Rock and his biker boys walked out in droves, piling onto their motorcycles and into their mack truck of contraband.
Against my better judgment, I chased after them, naked and chained.
"Rock, you bastard," I screamed. "I'm gonna get you yet, god damn it! You hear me! I'm gonna get you!"
"You already had me, remember?" he called behind him.
Rock winked at me with the most infuriating cock look on his face.
I'll get you, Rock! I vowed. Though whether I'd fuck him or kick him in the nuts hard when I did, I just didn't know. Maybe both.
Then the motorbikes were too far ahead, and I collapsed onto my knees onto the dirt road.
I took a few breaths, feeling stupid about just how badly I'd botched this sting operation. But also how thoroughly satisfied I was sexually. It made me feel so humiliated to feel this way. It impaired my judgment and made me act all crazy.
Case and point, here I was, naked, my hands cuffed behind me, covered in cum, urine and dirt, and in the middle of nowhere.
And now…now my cop's intuition told me I wasn't alone out here. I was being watched…
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For the last two years, Kayla Bennett has enjoyed submitting to the desires of her hot billionaire husband. Tonight, however, she is no longer merely His submissive to toy with, but Everyone's…
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The Billionaire's Hotwife: Confessions of a Submissive Trophy Wife
How did I get myself into this mess? That's what I kept asking myself as I shifted my arms around in my black, lace-up, monoglove armbinder. The monoglove held my arms tightly behind me, pressed my elbows together behind my back, pressed my chest out, and generally made it difficult to breathe, let alone move. The big red ball-gag in my mouth didn't help either. I was wearing nothing but a tiny, skimpy, tight, black, latex bikini. The scant lower triangle of it barely covered my sex. Aside from that, all I wore was a pair of three-inch red stilettos. From my reflection in the mirrors on the main floor of my hubby's mansion, despite my predicament, I had to admit I looked fucking hot!
This would be the ultimate fantasy for me—to look good for my husband like this—if only it were just me and him alone for the night. But there were nearly a hundred party guests there that night. And as far as I could tell, I was the only girl there to this degree of undress, and in this degree of helplessness. And, inexplicably, I was horny as hell. My bikini bottom was practically soaked by the juices produced by my own excitement. I wondered idly just how many of these friends and strangers could tell. It was certainly just about all I could think about at that moment.
Right now, you're probably wondering the same thing as I was at this point. How did I get into this mess? It was so humiliating! Why did I ever agree to this? And why, oh, why was I so turned on? Six months ago, I would never have dared wear an outfit like this in public. Not even to the beach! And to wear it while helpless in an armbinder and gagged? I might as well have been wearing a "rape me" sign! I could feel the eyes of all the men at the party exploring every contour of my exposed body. And it was…strangely…so exciting! There were even some women eyeing me eagerly, which also un-eased me a little, but in a different way. I've always had to deal with a more than a little male attention, looking the way I do. But female attention too? I couldn't tell yet whether that made it more exciting or more intimidating. I suppose it was really a combination of both. But how did I get here exactly?
Well…let me backtrack just a little. And by a little, I mean…well…
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It all began just over three years ago. I'd just finished my master's degree in English literature, and was pondering the ramifications of a life of highly literate, abject poverty. I was working my days at a bakery, while moonlighting as coat check girl at a local club. Back then, I used to marvel at the outfits that some of the girls would wear there.
This wasn't your typical night club either. They hosted a number of "specialty" nights, including "mod" night, "disco" night, "swingers" night, and of course, "fetish" night. Fetish night was when the really freaky people used to come out. It would be men and women wearing all kinds of leather and other fetish gear. Some of these outfits would be quite revealing too, and of course, that meant that, during the colder months, I had a lot of coats to check.
It was one particularly cold winter's night in New York when I first met the man I would later marry, Gary Bennett. At the time, I had little idea who he even was, having spent most of my young life with my face buried deeply in one fiction book or another. All I knew was that he was gorgeous, and that I had to take his coat and be polite.
I must have checked nearly 500 coats that night. I was feeling pretty flustered, and my hair was a mess, but I hadn't been nearly so conscious about it until he walked in, and handed me his coat. He looked so damn hot, with his effortless hair, and his well-defined muscles bulging under the tight black T-shirt he wore. Mmm…He was a vision any girl would drool over. I would never have guessed back then that—in addition to being a total dreamboat stud—he would also turn out to be a bona fide billionaire! A model? That, I would believe. Or perhaps I might have believed he was some kind of movie star. Or a rock star. He does have a knack for playing guitar it so happens, but that's not really how he made his money. Anyway…the point is…he was gorgeous, it was halfway through the night, and I probably looked like I'd been living under a bus shelter. I can't tell you how desperately I ached just looking at him when I first saw him, and we exchanged the briefest of hellos. Then he was off to the floor with his date.
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