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Archive-name: Bondage/corass03.txt
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Archive-author: Lindsay Crawford
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Archive-title: Corporate Assets - or Welcome to L.A.) 3
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The three men had watched all of this with great attention. "Now comes
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our fun," said Skinny. They all laughed. "It's time to play Wheel of
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Fortune. Maria you be Vanna," he said. Maria reached into the bag and
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withdrew three slips of paper. Each man took one. "You know what they're
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doing?" Maria asked Sandra. "They're drawing to see who gets to fuck you
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where. One gets your mouth, one gets your sweet pussy and the other gets
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that big ass of yours." The men unfolded the paper they held. They compared
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them and smiled. "Good job, Maria," Skinny said. "Looks like you matched up
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everything real good." "Well," said Stocky, "I've got that big mouth of
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hers so I go first."
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The two other men stood Sandra on her feet. Stocky laughed as he
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reached out to grab her tits. He pinched her large dark nipples. "I like
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big tits and big nipples and you got 'em both. I like the way they sag,
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don't change a thing." From behind one of the men grabbed her shoulders and
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forced her to kneel. Stocky now stood in front of her. His fly was directly
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level with her face. "Time to get to work," he said. He unzipped his pants
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and unbuckled his belt. He unbuttoned his dirty jeans and slid them down.
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As he did his hard cock sprang out, almost hitting Sandra in the face. He
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stroked his cock and then removed his t-shirt. "You got some serious cock
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sucking to do," Stocky said. He continued to jack his cock. His body was
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covered with thick curly hair and his cock had hair on almost half its
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length.
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"Open up, bitch," he said. "We hear you like to use your mouth on
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other people. Here's your chance." Sandra refused to do as she was told.
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His cock was not that long but it was thick. The head was red as it emerged
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from the uncircumcised foreskin. He put the head of his cock against her
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lips and moved his hips forward. She tried to turn her face away but Maria
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came behind her and held her head in place. The man ran his cock head over
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her lips. "Last chance to be a nice girl," he said. He held his cock with
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one hand and with the other he reached out and pinched closed her nose.
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Sandra gasped for breath and as she did Stocky shoved the head of his
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engorged cock into her mouth. "You take good care of my cock. If I feel any
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teeth, I'll knock all of yours out." He let go of his cock and put both
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hands on her head. "Like the taste? Kinda like cavier, ain't it?" He
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laughed. "I ain't had a good blowjob in a week so I've saved all my cum to
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fill up your stomach. Think of this as a catered lunch." He then began to
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push the full length of his cock into the mouth of his unwilling victim.
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Soon it was entirely buried between her lips.
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The public hair scraped her nose and his heavy balls rested on her
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chin. He then began to move his cock in and out. It filled Sandra's mouth
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and made her jaws ache when he put all of it in her. He held her head and
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began to fuck her mouth roughly. "That's it bitch, suck it. Run that sharp
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tongue of yours around the head." Faster and faster he forced his cock in
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and out of mouth. She could barely breathe when the cock struck the back of
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her throat. He smelled like he hadn't had a bath in weeks. The smell of his
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cock almost overpowered her. She felt faint. She could see that skin of his
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cock glistened as it slid out of her mouth. The methodical, brutal rape of
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her mouth went on for what seemed an eternity. The room was quiet. Sandra
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could hear the slurping sound of his cock sliding into her mouth. "Looks
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like we found a use for that smart mouth of yours. You suck cock real good.
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Maybe this could be a career move for you," he said sarcastically. To
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emphasize his feelings he shoved his cock deep into her throat as he
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wrapped his fingers in her light hair.
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Sandra heard a strange clicking sound but it was soon drowned out by
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his grunts. They began to come closer together. "Dinner is about to be
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served, bitch," he growled. His pace was faster and harder. He slammed his
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cock into her mouth. Sandra thought he would pull her hair out by the
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roots. Then he let out a groan. Suddenly her mouth was filled with his hot
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salty cum. He let out a sharp yelp. Wave after wave filled her mouth. She
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couldn't breathe. She tried not to swallow it but it was just too much. She
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could feel some of it leaking out of her mouth and running down her face.
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He seemed to have gallons of cum. "Suck all of it. Hot cream sauce just for
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you, cunt" he yelled as he jerked his hips against her face. Then she felt
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a slight softening and the flow of cum began to subside. Stocky let go of
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her hair and used one hand to stroked his cock to get the last bit of cum
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into her mouth. "Good to the last drop," he laughed. Sandra heard that
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clicking sound again. As the man pulled his now limp cock from her mouth,
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she saw that Maria had a camera. "Just a few snapshots for your resume,"
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she laughed. "And ready in just sixty seconds."
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Sandra slumped back on her heels as Stocky released her head. She
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could taste the cum on her lips and felt it on her chin. "Looks like it's
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my turn," said Skinny. "I think I'll let her do most of the work, she likes
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to be in charge of everything," he said with a sneer. Maria took a rag and
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wiped the cum off Sandra's face and tits. "Look what nice pictures you
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make," said Maria as she held photos in front of Sandra's face. The photo
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showed Sandra with her lips wrapped around the hairy shaft of Stocky's
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cock. Her eyes were closed. Another showed Sandra with her cheeks puffed
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out as the entire length of the cock was in her mouth. The final shot
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showed Sandra looking at the camera as the deflated cock was being pulled
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from her mouth. Cum was dripping off her chin.
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(TO BE CONTINUED)
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