This is the second story of Jean and her continuing experiences of group sex. It is not often that I write a sequel to stories, despite numerous requests from readers. But Jean is one of those characters who has stayed in my head.

I had a lot of reaction to the first story and I am sure anonymous will be back to tell me what is wrong with this story too.

A lot of the comments were positive and among them were numerous suggestions on how I could save Jean's dignity. I hate to disappoint but this next sequence just fuels her obsession with the character of Steve. Why? Her reaction is based upon two ladies I have met in life and one who corresponded with me regularly on the internet. Who all had similiar experiences to Jean, being lured into a situation where they were taken by a group of men. For each that event had been a trigger which led them to seek similiar encounters again. Now you know what to expect if you liked the first part of Jean's story enjoy. If not well there are lots of alternative stories on this site, enjoy those and do not read any further.

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Jean sat in the small corner office of the accountants where she worked. Spread on the desk in front of her was the paperwork relating to her current client. When Carol came in from reception saying she had a visitor, Jean did not expect to see the tall muscular frame of Steve. Jean's face flushed as she remembered their last meeting, when as a group of 4 men he initiated her introduction into the world of team sex. For Jean it had been a nightmare, especially in the days after, hiding the bruises and the marks, from the eyes of her husband and teenage family. She loved her husband and her children. She did not want them hurt, she did not want them knowing of the things she had submitted to and in retrospect enjoyed.

Now two months after that night in a small town hotel, she had managed to consign the events to a distant memory. At times she found the memory exciting, sometimes was able to dress some of the proceedings into a fantasy role for her husband. Having her husband perform some of the acts she had submitted to, were both stimulating and disturbing. Yes it had been exciting, but she never intended she would see any of the men again or repeat the experience of that night.

As Carol closed the office door, Steve bent forward towards Jean.

'Are you going to invite me to sit down?'

'No! I do not know what you think you are doing here. But I want you out. Out of this room and out of my life.'

Jean was suddenly aware that Steve was staring at the front of her white blouse, and the lace edge of the camisole she wore to cover the outline of her bra underneath She drew her jacket across her breasts.

'No need for modesty with me Jean. I 've seen it all before remember? Very nice those tits were too. Now have you got a kiss for an old friend.'

Steve dropped his jacket down onto Jean's desk covering the papers she was working on, he moved to the side of her desk, as Jean, put up her hands to push him away.

'Do not come any closer. I am warning you. Leave me alone. Please leave me alone. I still have a marriage no thanks to you. I have a nice life that I want to stay that way. Now go. I have no kiss for you, not even a kind word. Just go.'

Steve grasped her hands, pulling them behind her back, as he leant forward into her face, she smelt the familiar sweet after shave on his skin, the fresh smell of his cotton shirt, open at the neck. She felt the firm strength of his arms, suppressing all of her resistance. His piercing blue eyes sparkled as he looked into her face. She was trembling her mind racing, what was he doing here, why did he come to find her.

Steve drew Jeans wrists together, causing her to arch forward in the chair. Her breasts were pointed up towards his face, her skirt rode up her legs, as she slid over the seat of the chair, pushed towards his body. She turned her face away, as his lips brushed her cheek. He kissed her neck, her cheek, his breath was hot, just as she remembered it. He kissed her chin, the edge of her mouth as she tried to keep her face turned away from him.

'Please Steve don't, you tricked me once, you can't trap me again. This is my office, my desk, and you will leave it now.'

Steve pulled her to his chest, she feel the firm muscle of his torso through her blouse. His lips found hers, he kissed her on the mouth, his tongue licking at her lips, probing to enter her. Jean felt the same hot suffocation, she had experienced before. His strength, his kiss the memory of him looking down on her as cock slid into her wet pussy made her shiver. She felt the moisture in her panties. She tried to disguise the effect he was having on her. She meant what she said. The guilt, the lies, the deception, she had come so close to telling her husband, and potentially ruining the one relationship she held dear for ever.

'So you are not enjoying this reunion Jean? You are not excited to see me? To have me kiss you. I bet your panties are wet already.'

Jean pulled away from his kiss.

'I have told you. Leave me alone Steve. Please leave me alone. I do not want you to come here. I certainly do not want you to kiss me. Just go.'

'Tell me you haven't got a wet pussy.'

'Steve....'

'Tell me and then I will just check to see if you are a liar.'

Steve pulled Jean onto him, his leg pushing between her thighs, forcing her skirt further up her leg.

'Steve! Someone will hear. Someone will come in. Stop.'

'Only if you let me feel to see if you have wet panties.'

Steve continued pushing forward with his leg until his knee reached her crotch. He looked down, at her flesh coloured panty hose, her white panties showing through. Through the two layers of sheer fabric he could see the shadow of her pubic triangle framed by gauze and lace.

'Looks like you were expecting me, or were these for someone else? Very sexy panties Jean, very sexy. Can I touch them now or do you want to wait till someone comes in. You know I don't mind sharing if you want to wait.'

Jean listened for the sounds of her co-workers, how could she begin to explain what was happening. She could say he attacked her, but then she would have to tell about everything else as well. Her dark secret, how she was used, and betrayed by her body. She looked at Steve's face, he had that small smile of triumph, when he knew he would get his own way. It was easier to let him do what he wanted than risk a difficult scene.

'Don't tear my panty hose. They are the only ones I have with me.'

'If you don't want them torn, you will have to take them off. I am going to let go of your hands, and you take off your panty hose and no one will know Jean.'

Steve released Jeans hands and she sat back in her chair. Jean's pulse was racing, her head was spinning, she brushed back the hair from her eyes.

'Steve, why are you doing this? What...'

'Take the panty hose off or I will rip them off. I want to feel your sexy panties and that hot pussy inside of them.'

Steve placed his hands on the arms of Jean's office chair, trapping her in the seat. His leg still wedged between her thighs. Jean raised herself in the chair, looking over Steve's shoulder, she watched the door listening for the slightest hint of an approaching colleague.

Fumbling nervously with the waistband of her panty hose Jean tugged down the nylon which had covered her body. She shivered as the air cooled on her body, goose bumps rose on her legs, prickling her thighs. She pushed the pantyhose down over her knees, Steve eased back, allowing her to reach her feet, and slide the garment off. As her head rose she became aware of the big bulging erection filling his dark grey trousers. Steve slid his right hand up under Jean's hairline.

'Remember that don't you? You remember that, in your mouth, in your pussy, filling your wet hungry pussy. I bet my cock has been in your mind a lot. Maybe when you were on your back, with your husband between your legs? Is his cock as big as mine? Does he feel you the same way? Fuck you the same way?'

Steve's right hand slid down Jean's cheek, his finger trailing over her closed lips, he pushed a finger into her mouth, damping it with her saliva. His left hand pulled Jean back by the hair into her seat, as he forced his right hand down into Jean's lap. His palm covered the soft flimsy front of her white panties, he pushed her legs apart with his knee, and eased his finger between Jean's parted labia lips.

'So you were pleased to see me Jean. Now let's have a proper kiss.'

Steve covered Jean's mouth with his own. His tongue swirling around between her parted lips as Jean, tried to prevent her body submitting to his passion. His kiss seemed to last for hours as his right hand, explored her panties, feeling inside of her vagina and finding the raised nub of her pink clit.

Jean began to panic, her body was submitting to the pleasure of his touch, the heat of his kiss. But all the while, Jean could still picture someone walking in and finding them, or worse still her husband finding her. He had never visited her at work but there was always the prospect of a first time.

Abruptly Steve stood up and walked around to the front of the desk. He found a chair and sat down facing Jean.

'Better cover yourself up. We don't want everyone knowing you are the office slut. Let's dispense with protests, and any suggestion you will not be available for me. I have come to take you out for the night so we can become properly re-acquainted and have a really good time.'

Jean pushed her skirt down to cover her legs, reaching to the floor she gathered up her discarded panty hose and concealed them in her brief case.

'Steve no matter what you may think. What has just happened, that is biology. It has nothing to do with how I feel for you. I am a married woman. I have responsibilities, duties, I just cannot spend a night with you, even if I wanted to. When I leave here tonight I am going home to my husband and if I am lucky we may just make love, now you have excited me.'

Steve sat back in the chair and began to undo his trousers. He put his hand inside the open fly and pulled out his stiff sticky eight inch cock, he slowly stroked the shaft as he looked into Jean's face.

'You will come with me tonight, and we will continue where we left off. Now I know you will do that, because, if you reach inside of my jacket pocket you will find some very interesting cell phone pictures Neil took whilst Graham was fucking your ass. I am sure your family will be impressed with that. Now if you have not thought of an excuse and telephoned your husband in the next five minutes, you will have to walk out of here with my cum splattered all over your face.'

Jean watched as Steve stood up dropped his trousers and stood in front of her desk, stroking his big cock aiming it straight at her over the desk.

'Steve...I....Maybe with a little more notice. Sometime, but tonight.'

'Put your hand in my jacket pocket, check out the evidence and make the call and make it soon, the smell of your pussy on my fingers just make me want to spurt all over the front of that pretty white blouse.'

Jean found the pictures, somehow she knew he wouldn't be lying. Not about the pictures. She could see the white hairy back of Graham, his small round ass, pumping against her own. She could see the hands holding her pleasuring her. She could not believe it was her, it seemed like another woman, or at least Jean in another life.

Steve's strokes were getting faster and stronger, she had to act quickly, before he came all over blouse.

Jean phoned her husband's cell phone, she tried to focus on an excuse, a reason for not going home at all. When she did reach him, as she spoke the words, she could not believe them herself. She tried desperately to sound normal, whilst inches from her face she could Steve's shaft enlarging his hands, the steady strokes speeding as his obvious need for release began to take hold. She could smell the salt of his sperm waiting to erupt from his balls.

'Ken hi! Yes everything is fine, no, no problem. No problem at all. Good news actually, well sort of. We have a new big client, and well they have just arrived in the office and they are talking of maybe putting me on the team. So I have to go and talk with them tonight. Well could be a long meeting, they are talking of dinner. Yes they are paying. Well someone is paying. So yes I will be home. Probably best if you don't wait up.

Food the kids? Darren is out tonight, so there is just Sarah and Sally, they are both on health diets at the moment. They should have the inches on their hips which are on mine. Yes I know you like them. I wouldn't have it any other way. Yes....yes....Love you. Love you. Bye.'

Steve snatched the phone from Jean's hand.

'Touching. You lie so well.'

Steve placed the phone back on it's cradle his cock inches from Jean's face. His hand continuing to dance up and down his shaft, Jean was mesmorised she watched the full swollen purple head waiting for Steve to stop.'

'I have done what you asked. I will come with you tonight. No marks this time Steve. I will do what you want.' Jean looked into Steve's face, the triumphant smile, and the gaze that said he was about to cum. 'Steve...Steve!' Jean tried to whisper an alarm call to make him stop. Jean started to edge back. She could not leave the office spattered with his sticky cum.

Steve's hand snatched at the back of Jean's head pulled her face to within inches of his cock.

'You dirty lying slut. Open your mouth, open it wide, now take my cock.'

Jean could hear movements in the outer office. What could she do? Steve was so close to ejaculating. She covered his cock with her mouth, running her tongue around the head, she flicked the tip of his cock, her mouth filling with his spunk. With her head held in place, she gulped, and swallowed, nearly gagging as Steve pumped the full load into her mouth.

Red faced she finally swallowed all of Steve's cum, he released her head and slid his cock back inside of his trousers.

'You give real good head Jean. You are a natural. I bet hubby loves it when you go down on him. Now don't worry Jean, about this, you are going to have a really good time tonight just like you did before. Maybe even better.'

Steve's hand slipped to the front of Jean's blouse, he began to undo her top button, whilst the back of his hand rubbed against her erect nipple.

Jean smoothing down the front of her skirt so her legs were covered, reached up to push his hand away from her sensitive breast. She was already flushed and glowing from taking Steve's cock. Her conscience was nagging at her, reminding her of the terrible thing she had done and what she had committed herself to. All the time her head was saying stop this, walk away, go home, but her body just kept on making her stay and subject herself to whatever Steve demanded of her. He was so handsome, so confident, a few short months ago she would never have considered herself an object of desire, someone who could attract such open lust. Jean had always been just a housewife, a mother, even at School, when she had boyfriends, there had never been one who had wanted and used her like this.

Steve opened the top buttons on her blouse, his hand sliding inside of the camisole, to stroke her breast inside the cup of her bra. His palm cupped the underside of her 36C breast, whilst his thumb circled her aureole, massaging her stiff nipple.

'Take the camisole off Jean. I want to be able look at you whilst we drive, I want to see your tits pushing up against your bra cup, through your pretty white blouse.'

'Steve can't we do that later? What will the girls in my office think, my manager, my.....'

Steve squeezed her nipple between his finger and thumb, the exquisite pain took her breath away. She felt her panties dampen, as the pressure triggered a release in her vagina.

'Do it now Jean, or you will walk out of her in your bra.'

Jean hurriedly opened her blouse and slid the camisole off. Steve watched as she eased the garment over her head. He studied the sheer white cups of her lace filigree bra, with satin straps and edges. The shape of Jean's tanned breasts and the circle of her stippled pink aureole showed through the pattern. He did not impede Jean as she rapidly secured her blouse, although he did stop her buttoning her blouse any further than the edge of her cleavage. The top of her chest, her collar bone and neck were left open to display.

A polite knock on the door and Carol's head around the door told them it was time for the office to close. Jean had thoughtfully placed her suit jacket on over her blouse, so she would not be exposed walking through the office. Steve told her he would wait outside, while she cleared up so they would not be seen leaving together. Alone in the office Jean again stopped to consider what she was doing.

She decided she had no choice. She and Steve would be alone this time. It had to be why he came to her. She would talk to him, talk to him after sex and make it plain this had to be the last time.

Jean felt strangely naked as she walked across the car park, to where Steve had parked his big saloon car. With her camisole gone and her legs bare, she already felt every man on her walk had been watching her, knowing she was a slut. Steve opened the car door for her to get in. He took her brief case and slid it onto the passenger seat behind. The seats were leather, cool to her skin, the car stereo was playing dance music, the bass vibrating back through the floor pan. Steve jumped into the drivers seat and sped away from the car park and out of town.

Steve said little on the drive. Jean wondered where he was taking her. She imagined an anonymous hotel somewhere. There were so many travellers hotels, on the edges of towns. As he drove on they left behind the familiar stopping places she had imagined. She tried to talk to him, but he just smiled. His hand resting on her knee eased her thighs apart, gradually he shifted her skirt up up her thigh till it was inches from displaying her panties. She noticed as they approached lorries to overtake Steve would slow down, so the drivers could see into the cabin of the car and see her exposed bare legs, he would sometimes flash the edge of her panties before speeding on.

Jean tried to complain, ease her skirt back down towards her knees, Steve warned her, she was his, and if she did not behave, he would pull over and spank her at the side of the road, then her reddened bare ass would be on display for any passing truckers. Jean changed the subject to ask where they were going. All Steve would say was that it was a surprise.

A surprise it certainly was, when Steve entered a small run down town and headed for the centre. A few youths in hooded tops clung to the edges of the shop fronts, exchanging cigarettes, drinking beer from cans. He turned into the car park, of grubby looking 1970's brick built public house. The garden was unkempt, weeds strangling the few remaining plants in the flower beds. Plant pots, had become the repository for cigarette ends, empty beer bottles, glasses, some broken, lined the route to the entrance. The aluminium framed windows, were thick with dust and dirt, inside the yellow light shown through the stained and shabby curtains hanging limp at the edges.

Jean was angry, frustrated at being brought to this run down car park. She did not know what Steve had in mind, but she would not be co-operating. The charm was wearing off his smile and even the thought of Steve's cock inside her, would not dispel the feeling of humiliation and despair she felt at this moment. She had deceived her husband to be brought to a run down public house. She brushed her skirt down to cover her thighs, clamping the cloth tight between her legs. She could not look at Steve, she did not want him to see the tears forming at the corner of her eyes.
'What's the matter? Were you expecting a country house hotel and a romantic meal. Get this straight, you should have stuck with our friend Graham if you wanted that. I have a girl friend, a girl friend who is younger than you who is not a slut, and knows when to open her legs and when to keep them shut. This is not about 'us' this is about your needs, and how they suit my purpose.'

'Bastard!' were the only words Jean could utter. Steve's words made her face sting just as if she had been slapped. If he had not wanted her, enjoyed her, why had he been teasing her? Making her undress and take his cock in her office. She understood men to be animals, driven by their pricks. But if she were so unattractive how had he been able to be excited by her.

'I want to go home. I didn't come here to have you insult me, tell me I do not compare with your girl friend. Why don't you just fuck off and have sex with her? Why did you have to come into my office, I did not invite you? I did not want to see you.'

Steve leaned across the seat of the car, the leather creaking as he positioned his weight onto one side. With one hand he gripped Jean's jaw forcing her lips into a pout, with the other he unbuttoned her blouse, to enable him to grip her breast, squeezing the cup of her bra. He kissed her parted lips, she tried to push him away, but his tongue probed deep into her mouth. His free hand pushed inside of her bra cup, squeezing the soft tanned flesh. He pulled away from her, just enough for his eyes to be level with Jean's. Through the blur of stifled tears, she could see the cold penetrating blue gaze.

'You wanted me to find you. Your pussy has been telling me that from the moment I walked into your office. You wanted attention the moment you walked into the Indian restaurant that first time with Graham. You were flirting with all of us, testing the boundaries. Well now I think there are lot more boundaries for you to cross. I can put you out of the car, leave you here, go and see my girlfriend or you can come with me, and you will have what you want. You will have what you have been craving since the first time we met, a real good rough fucking. I find you attractive, you are not ugly in fact you are very fit for a mother of three.

It does not mean I would want you as a wife, we have only thing in common which is why you are here now. You are getting out of the car, leaving your jacket behind, you can leave your blouse open as it is. It shows off your tits, I know you like men admiring your tits as well as your ass. You are going into the ladies toilet you are cleaning up your make up and then I will introduce you to the boys who are going to entertain you.'

Steve released Jean from his grip. Her body was trembling, tingling, still from his kiss, his touch, she did not want to be stranded in this car park. She felt grubby and dirty just like the windows of the pub, but she still blindly followed him into the bar. Steve indicated where the ladies toilet was and close to tears she went inside. From the light of the one bare bulb, she looked at her face. Was this woman really her? Her blouse was open to expose her cleavage, the white lace edging of her bra cup could just be seen tracing the round swell of her breasts. She found a tissue and wiped her nose. Then she washed her face clearing away the traces of tears. She looked again. Where was the wife, the mother, for whom her family waited at home. The face reflected, was glowing pink beneath her tan, her pupils were dilated, her nipples and aureole created a pair of shadow circles against the white of her blouse. Her knees felt weak, she felt faintly sick, but also very hungry.

Jean tidied her hair combing it back into place, she applied fresh red gloss to her lips, and freshened the liner around her eyes. The door of the toilet swung open and two women walked in. They were both large with badly dyed blond streaked hair, their bare arms were tattoed, and the tight vest tops they wore showed off their wobbling milky white cleavage.

The two women looked at Jean, her neat trim figure, her tailored skirt and low kitten heels. Everything about her screamed she did not belong here. The women exchanged a glance and spat at the floor beside Jean's foot.

'Trash!' one of them said.

'I expect you are one of Steve's fancy whores come down for a bit of rough. Fuckin cheek decent pub this we don't need your kind giving it a bad rep.' The women shut themselves behind the cubicle doors, Jean heard them noisily passing wind. She picked up her make up and walked out of the toilet. Steve was waiting at the bar, he had a beer in one hand and a full bottle of wine with a single glass in the other. Jean looked at the remaining clientele in the pub. Jeans were the standard dress, most of those drinking had the pallid skin of those who spent a lot of time in doors. Some had the broken surface veins on their cheeks of ones who drank regularly.

She saw the women scowl as the men openly studied her figure. Jean considered running out of the door, running until all this was a distant memory. But she knew she was trapped, by her past, and the demands of her body. Despite the continued humiliation, Steve had excited her. Her pussy was damp pulsing demanding attention, so she followed him under the gaze of the bar room to a closed door that led through into a pool room.

The door swung shut, and Steve put down his beer, pouring Jean a glass of wine he handed it to her, whilst securing the door behind her. In the room were two pool tables, both had players at them engaged in games.

'Don't want any interruptions do we?' Steve said pressing the wine glass to Jean's lips. The white wine was warm, it cloyed in her mouth leaving an acid burn in her throat and chest as she drank. Steve poured her another glass, and she felt the effect of the alcohol start to spread across her body. Jean started to shake, there were five men in the room excluding Steve, two she knew from before, Phil and Neil, they both looked across and smiled raising their glasses to her.

'Alright boys she's come with Steve. Told you she would be up for it. Didn't I tell you she was as good as the pictures. Had to be to get old Graham's pecker pumpin. You wait till you see her in action. Got a kiss for us then Jeanie?' Neil with his pool cue and beer glass in hand, walked away from his game to approach Jean.

Jean was surprised she had not noticed, the sagging of his jowels before, the flecks of grey in his hair, and the padding around his middle. Was this one of the men who had taken her in the hotel room on that first night. She wanted to back away, Steve's hand in the middle of her back steadied her. Neil's kiss was brief it tasted of the beer he had been drinking, his smile did not extend to his eyes, when she did not respond to him.

'Need a bit more juice inside, to warm you up? Plenty in the kitty to keep your glass filled up, till we finish our game, then you can have a go on the tables.'

Jean forced down some more wine. She was trying to relax, appear natural, not think of her family at home. 'I am sorry I don't play pool.' She replied.

'Doesn't stop you going on the tables love.'

Jean watched in a trance as the two pool games continued, the resting players stood at the end of the room, looking at Jean, alongside Steve. Their eyes focused on her body, her firm breasts, and the twin peaks of her nipples, pushing at the front of her blouse. Steve's free hand had slid under the back of her skirt, she tried to ignore the other men in the room, as his fingers squeezed and massaged her buttocks through the thin satin of her white panties. How could this man insult, humiliate and control her like he did.

Steve put his beer glass down on a side table and turned Jean to face him. His staring blue eyes, pulled her like a magnet to his face. He kissed her lips, her mouth opened as his tongue probed inside of her. She felt his hands on her back, pressing her close to him. She could feel his erection pressing against her groin. She felt the back of her skirt rise her tanned thighs visible to the room. Steve held her close to his firm body, he turned her till her back was to the tables. He lifted her skirt and held it up by her waistband.

'Hey Darren, didn't we say she had a nice round ass. Look at these buns mate, a kid like you hasn't ever seen a quality ass like this before. You wait till you feel this, firm with flesh like silk.'

'Steve. Steve don't. I do not know what you think I am but...'

'You Jeanie are the prize. Feasting their eyes on your hot little butt, are the winning team of the local area pool league. This bunch of losers who have frequented this pub and played for them for a number of years, were the worst pool team in the league, till I came up with my little incentive scheme. They bring home the pots and I provide the prizes. Normally we book a stripper or go to the massage parlour, but once they heard about you, they all voted to have you celebrate their win.'

Jean could not believe what Steve was saying. She was some kind of prize for an amateur pool team. She had been reduced to the value of a cheap whore or stripper. She heard the final balls sink into the pockets, and the sound of the men shuffling closer to her.

Jean started to pull away from Steve, to ease her skirt back down to cover her panties. Steve held her hand with the wine glass in it.

'More wine for the lady, she is still feeling a little shy.' Neil grabbed the bottle from the table and poured the wine into Jean's glass. Jean started to turn her head, but found it held as the wine glass was pressed against her lips and she was forced to drink it down. Steve turned Jean around to face the circle of men who were openly staring at her body.

'No scenes Jeannie, we both know you are slut. You be a good girl and your family and friends will never know of your secret life.' Steve whispered into her ear. His hand slid down to cup her breast as he pushed his groin up against her ass.

'Come on Darren, as our star performer, you get to have first look and feel. She won't bite, but you might find, she could burn. She is so hot she is fucking melting.'

Darren to Jean's horror was a young man, of around 20 years old, he could have passed for her son. He was very slim, with gelled hair, a wispy beard, pale complexion still pimpled with juvenile acne. As all young men of his generation he wore baggy jeans, that rested below his hips, the top of his box shorts being in plain view. He breathed in and pulled his trousers up towards his waist as he walked towards her.

He did not look at her face, his hands stretched out to touch her firm bosom. He squeezed her breasts, pinching the nipple, before he sank his face into her cleavage.

The group cheered as Darren, mauled Jean's breasts, while Steve pulled Jean's skirt up her legs, displaying her white panties. Neil took the empty wine glass from Jean pulling her hand down to rest upon his erection.

'Remember this sweetie? I bet you have been missing us. Steve said you would be keen to have another go.' Neil's face covered hers. This time she did not resist, her mouth flowered to his kiss, accepting the hungry probing tongue.

Jean felt the tingles over her flesh, as first fingers then lips explored her naked thighs. Inquisitive tongues licked up to the edge of her pulsing pussy, licking and soaking her already damp panties. Both of her hands were now pressed against a stiff bulging erection bucking to be free from the constraints of clothing. Jean's head was swimming, she knew this was wrong, she wanted to be away from here, from this body that so betrayed her. She was floating, on the thrill, the excitement of being wanted, so intensely, that each man was prepared to take just a part of her to satisfy their needs.

As she felt the stiff cocks in her hand, the inexperienced hands and face of young Darren, she kept thinking of one man, the one still behind her, holding her skirt above her ass. She could feel his cock pressing against her buttocks, she hated him for bringing her here to this place to be used. But she still wanted him, wanted his cock pushed deep into her pussy. She wanted to look up and see him looking down on her as he thrust deep into her vagina.

'Okay boys. You have all had a little taster, give the lady some space, so she can put on a little strip show for you. Okay Darren you can have more of her tits later. Now grab a chair and make a circle.'

Jean shivered slightly as the heat of the bodies receded. Her flesh was damp, from where it had been kissed and licked by her eager audience. Her eyes had been closed whilst lost in her reverie, thinking of Steve taking her. She felt the wine glass being placed into her hand. Steve held her from behind, easing the glass to her lips for her to drink. She drank down the warm wine. It burnt less, but she did feel a little dizzy. She opened her eyes. To see the reality of her situation.

The group of men, were seated about her, Phil and Neil already had their cocks out, openly stroking the stiff shafts. Darren sat directly in front of her. He was still studying the front of her blouse. He was young confident, his legs were parted wide and his tall erection tented the front of his jeans. There were two other men, nearer to Steve's age, she did not know. But Steve soon dealt with the introductions.

Taking the empty glass from Jean's hand Steve walked her around the circle, parading her like livestock in a ring. Jean's skirt slipped back to part cover her thighs, whilst her blouse now undone to her navel, still clung to the contours of her damp breasts, partially concealing her bra.

Steve halted Jean in front of each chair of the circle, he turned her slowly in front of each man, and mentioned their names. Phil and Neil, each kissed her hand, whilst Darren, slid his hand up her skirt to run his finger over her wet slit. As he roughly slid his finger back and forth, over the smooth satin, Darren looked across to the other men.

'She's fucking hot, I bet she can take us all easily. Her pussy won't take too much stretching.'

'Speak for yourself little squirt I guarantee when I sink my cock it will be a real tight fit.' Jean eased herself away from the crude probing of Darren's fingers. Despite his rough fingering, Jean had become increasingly excited, causing her to almost stumble into the next waiting lap.

'I knew you would be keen to see me honey. But you should wait till we have been introduced properly.' Carlton brought up his hand to support Jean. His big black face, ringed with tight curls, was already extended into a broad flashing grin. He leant forward kissing her bare midriff, his head resting between her cleavage. As he kissed her belly his big hands gripped her buttocks. Jean looked down onto the giant frame of the black man. He was tall seated and his long legs extended out behind her as his knees squeezed her limbs closer to his crotch.

'Broad hips, good child bearing hips, great ass to for your husband to hold onto. You got a husband honey or have you been waiting for me. You would look so good in my bed, or at the stove making my tea. I can just picture you naked apart from a little apron to protect your front. Don't want any of those juicy delicate parts getting burned.'

Carlton lifted up the front of her skirt, his short beard tickling her inner thigh, as he kissed her legs. His mouth felt so good, his hands stroking the backs of her legs, was sending little shivers across Jean's spine. She wanted him to place his lips closer to her pussy. She wanted something to contact with her clit, take her closer to the climax she was on the verge of surrendering to.

Steve pulled her away, led her to the last man in the circle. He was the eldest of the group, but he was also the leanest. His skin was coarse rough to her touch, his hair wiry strands of ginger his forearms were long broad, with sinew and vein standing upon them leading to his well defined biceps. He was only the second man that evening to look into her eyes.

'Steve was right you are a horny bitch. You are going to make a man of young Darren here tonight. He aint had much experience. Just dipped his wick into a couple of young slappers. We will show him what a woman can do won't we girl?'

'This is Jack, he is the reason you are here. He said you had to be the prize for tonight's meeting. So Jack who won the pool game tonight?'

'He did the cocky little bugger. I don't mind if he has first call. Because I will have you second, while you are still fresh, before Carlton gets to work with his old truncheon. I do hate taking seconds when he has stretched you.'

Jack's eyes were green, almost as piercing as Steve's but there was a hint of challenge in his stare. He was daring her to question, to deny all the lewd comments made at her expense. But there was no retort. No fight left inside of her. Only the hunger of her pussy, pulsing, begging for the one touch that would take her over the edge.

Jean was turned around pulled back to the centre of the circle. Steve's hands slid gently down her body, making her tingle. Then she felt a cold shiver, as he left her to take a seat at the table.

'Strip Jean. Strip for your audience. Take off your blouse, and your skirt, let them see your pretty underwear.'

Jean stood at the centre of the circle, watching as her fingers fumbled at the remaining buttons. She tried to stop herself. Tried to understand why her trembling hands were peeling her blouse off her damp body, and exposing her jutting breasts filling the cups of her bra. Phil and Neil sat watching pumping their erect cocks, she could see young Darren shifting in his seat looking at the points of her nipples pressed against the white fabric of her bra. Steve indicated she should turn showing all in the circle her straining breasts. Both Jack and Carlton had unbuckled their trousers to show the bulge in their underpants.

Jean's heart was racing. She blamed the alcohol, but she knew in part she was excited by the raw lust on display. She could not believe the effect her body was having on these men.

'The skirt Jean. Now remove the skirt.'

Jean hesitated. She was stripping for a group of men she barely knew. She was stripping like a slave to the command of her new master Steve. She let the skirt slip to the floor. Hands reached out and pulled her forward. Carlton was the first to claim her. His hands ran freely over her semi naked body, he cupped her breasts, and kissed the edge of her panties, as he kissed her front another mouth, was kissing her back her buttocks. Gradually she was spun around the circle, each man exploring her intimate reaches, each exciting her close to climax before passing her on again.

She did not know who, released her bra, or when her panties were dragged down her legs, she was lost in a whirl of hot breath, lips, hands, that drove her closer to surrender. Jean settled to the floor, she was panting, covered in sweat and saliva, her short hair matted to her scalp. She looked at the men who were all naked, ringing her with their stiff dribbling shafts.

'You won Darren. You go first. Name the pocket. Name the hole you want to sink your balls.'

Jean rolled up on to her knees, she looked at the wiry youth, his pale body, with its flat abdomen, and its tall pulsing cock springing from his balls. He was so youthful her own son was probably only three years younger than this youth for whom she was the prize. Was there a woman like her somewhere who would initiate her son into sex. Jean hoped he would have something better less sordid than this. It was so dirty, so lewd, so compelling for her to be part of.

'I'll fuck her face. My mum gives my step dad real good blow jobs. I hear them at it some times. My girlfriend won't she thinks it's dirty. She'll only let me fuck her pussy. I always fancied dirty bitch blowing me. The parlour girls will only do it with a condom on. I want to fuck some sluts face, feeling her choke as she swallows my cum. Come on bitch, come and suck my cock.'
Darren stood up, gripping his cock at the base, he presented the purple head with its weeping eye to Jean's lips. From the edge of her sight Jean could see the other's watching, waiting for her to take his cock into her mouth. The air was thick with the sensual tension. Jean parted her lips, ran her tongue along the thick vein at the back of his cock. She felt him shudder, she knew the others watching were imagining her tongue upon their shafts. She licked around the head of his cock, flicked her tongue into the open eye, sucking out the clear pre cum.

She felt dirty, her flesh was sticky, and prickly but she knew all of the men in the room were wanting her, waiting to feel her mouth, her body, against theirs. She opened her mouth wide and slid all the way down the shaft. Darren's hand slid to the back of her head.

'Your dirty cock sucking slut. Whoa! Slower, slower, you are one dirty cow.'

Jean squeezed his balls, and licked at his shaft, she knew he would not last long. Her head bobbed up and down his shaft as his hips jerked toward her face. In a matter of minutes she felt the blast of hot viscous fluid filling her mouth and draining down her throat. Before she could catch her breath, Jean was lifted from the floor and carried across to the pool table. She was lain spread eagle onto her back. Her legs were held apart as hands squeezed and pinched her naked breasts.

Jack settled himself between her parted legs. He had the same look of triumph she had seen in Steve's eyes the first time they had met.

'My turn now. You have had the boy now it's time for the man. Now it's time for you to have a little fun, dear Jeannie.'

Jack's eyes continued to hold her gaze as he lowered his face onto her body. Slowly he kissed down from her navel, to her pubic triangle. He kissed around the tangle of her hair, edging closer to her parted labia lips. His mouth covered her pussy and his tongue flicked across her clit.

'Feel better darling? You ready for Uncle Jack to sort you out?'

'Yes.' Jean whispered.

Jack began to spread her labia lips wide, his mouth sucking on her parted lips his tongue flicking her clit. Jean's hips started to rise towards the pressure of his tongue, her body arched as he softly nibbled her clitoris. Two cocks filled Jean's hands, she gripped the shafts pumping them to the rhythm of her gyrating hips.

Jean felt her climax rising, the combined attention to her pussy and tits, freeing any remaining inhibitions, for the first time in her life Jean released her climax in a long shuddering shriek. She could not believe the sound nor the words she expressed, as Jack continued to apply his mouth driving her to a second climax. Jean's eyes shot open the bright light from the over table lamp blinding her. Jean's mouth was dry and after her scream she could barely speak.

A bottle of wine was held to Jean's lips, she drank without taking breath from the bottle. As she drank, she continued to pump at the two cocks in her hand till they sprayed fluid over her face and naked breasts. She felt Jack's weight shift. Through the shimmering light she saw his face fall into shadow. She felt the strong confident thrust as his cock slid into her vagina.

'My turn now, girlie, my turn.'

Jack's thrusts were slow confident, he varied the position of his cock inside her vagina, he brushed his body against her aching clit. She gripped his cock with the walls of her pussy riding his shaft till she felt it swell then fill her with his fluids. Tired, her head swimming, Jean was pulled into a seated position her legs dangling over the side of the pool table, Jack's semen dripping into an empty pocket on the table.

Carlton stood before her. She shook her head to comprehend the size of his cock. It was longer thicker than Steve's almost 9 inches in length almost two inches in girth. She started to edge down the table. Even in her current state she knew she could not take that inside of her. Hands against her back pushed her forward. She tried to turn brush them away, but she was pulled forward by her legs.

'Don't worry girl. You'll love it. All you white bitches love it, once you have tried it. You won't ever want your husband again once you have had my cock inside you. You just have to relax. Don't fight it or I will hurt you.'

'Carlton let me suck you. Jerk you off. I know I can't take that inside of me.'

Carlton positioned the tip of his cock against Jean's vagina. He spat and rubbed the tip of his shaft with his hand till it was slick and shining like the polished pool ball. Jean's legs were held apart and Carlton eased himself into her. Jean thought she was going to die. She could not breathe, she could not move she was impaled on this monstrous throbbing shaft.

'Carlton. No. Please let's do this another way. I...I...I...OH!!!'

Carlton eased himself deeper into her pussy. Jean felt herself being stretched wider and wider. The group of men watched smiling as they saw the expression of her face changing as more and more of the slick black cock disappeared inside of her. With one final push Jean was impaled deep into her womb. She could feel every notch, every vein of this monster cock. She could feel the pulse of his heart beating against her pussy walls it all felt so very good.

Carlton's big hands slid under Jean's ass and he picked her up to rest onto his cock, softly gently he moved her body back and forth so her pussy slid up and down his shaft. Jean wrapped her legs up around Carlton's back, her ass spread wide her anus on display for all to see. She did not care she was in another world filled with this man his hot kisses on her mouth, her naked breasts, his cock driving her higher and higher to a climax she did not think possible. Twice she came before she felt the surging time of his cum soaking her insides.

The white fluid ran down her legs, across her ass in small streams. She felt Steve kiss her neck, her back. Carlton still inside of her, guided her back towards the pool table. She felt the solid muscle of Steve's chest against her back, then his cock pushing up against her spread ass.

'Steve no wait. Let me turn around. Let me see you. Steve I am so full.'

'Trust me. You will love this.'

'No Steve you will tear me apart. Steve...' Jean was silenced by Neil clamping his lips over hers, his hand fell to her breast, as Phil reached for her other. She was trapped between 4 men. She felt Steve's cock inch into her ass. As Carlton slid out of her pussy, Neil stepped between her legs filling the void. She barely felt his cock inside of her after Carlton's. Neil began to thrust into her as he withdrew, then Steve thrust up her ass. Jean's body jerked up and down with the continual thrusts. Her breasts were pulled and pressed by three pairs of hands. Phil claimed her mouth as he waited for either of the men to finish. He would take whichever of Jean's holes became available.

The night became a blur of mouths and cocks. It seemed there would be no rest for Jean's fatigued body. Late into the night with the public house closed a bedraggled Jean was led back to Steve's car. She slept all the way back to her office. In a dream she went back to her home, Ken was sleeping. She removed her clothes in the bathroom, and then scrubbed away the remains of the nights sex on her skin. As she washed she was surprised to find herself becoming aroused again. The memory of their touch was so vivid she had to masturbate before sleeping. She screwed up her clothes and placed them in the laundry basket. Then she realised her panties were gone, Darren had been given them as a trophy, an incentive for them to do well next month. In the morning she knew the guilt would come. She knew she would struggle to act normally around her family. She knew she would try and break the promise she had made tonight to return if they won again. She could, she would do it, so long as she did not see Steve. But she knew he would come for her, and this nightmare of deceit would continue on and on.