Gangbang 8-Pack Vol 1

“You said you wanted to stay here, to live here with us, and take care of me and the boys. Well, your wish has been granted. You’re going to be my new wife, and you’re going to take care of all of us. You’re going to cook and clean, but are also going to satisfy all of our needs. And what your daddy needs right now is to fill up that tight little pussy of yours with his cock. This hole belongs to me now, Jordan. The boys have my permission fuck you anywhere else, any time they want, but this,” my daddy said as he pushed the head of his cock into my virgin entrance, “is mine.”

From Hypnotized to Masturbate at the Christmas Party:

“You look very lovely tonight, Britney.” During the interview, and the tour he gave me of the company after I was hired, Trevor had a powerful, commanding voice that could be heard for quite a distance, but as he spoke to me now his words were smooth and soft—almost hypnotic. “Why don’t you make yourself comfortable?”

Yes, I thought to myself, comfortable. I want to make myself comfortable. But I wasn’t sure what that meant exactly. All I could do was stare into Trevor’s eyes and wait for him to tell me what to do next.

“You could start by removing your dress,” he said as he took a long, slow drink from his glass, his eyes never leaving mine for a moment.

“I … uh … I …” I stammered, still staring into his eyes. Taking off my clothes in front of a group of men didn’t sound like a good idea to me. Keeping my dress on sounded much more comfortable in my head, but for some reason my body wasn’t paying attention to what my mind was saying.

My hands started moving against my will, setting the glass down on the bar, then sliding the straps of my dress down my shoulders. Then my hands reached around to my back and pulled the zipper all the way down, causing the top of my dress to fall and expose my breasts.

“That’s perfect,” Trevor murmured. “You look much more comfortable already. Please,” he said, gesturing to the lower half of my dress. “Continue.”

From Preggo Cum Dump:

The man took out a knife and I gasped. I was terrified that he was going to cut me, but he didn’t. He just used the knife to cut off my clothes, then used strips of my own clothing to gag me. He stuck my cut up panties in my mouth first, then wrapped another strip of cloth around that to secure it. I had to try to calm myself down because it was getting hard to breathe through just my nose.

I struggled and squirmed and tried to get free, but there was nothing I could do. I was completely immobilized. My pussy was now exposed to the man, as well as my swollen, sore breasts and huge belly. Everything was sticking out and available for him to touch as he pleased.

And that’s exactly what he did. He ran his hands all over my body, gripping my swollen breasts and pinching the hard nipples, then lingering over my pregnant belly.

He took out his cock and stroked it while his other hand made circles around and around over the tight skin of my belly, and he stared at it like he couldn’t get enough. He had to be one of those guys, the ones who get turned on by pregnant women’s bellies. I couldn’t believe it. I’d been right, but I didn’t listen to my gut, and now I was this sick man’s prisoner.

Eventually the man moved his hands down to my pussy. I could feel him touching every inch—my folds and my holes—and I was mortified to realize I was wet. The man brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked the glistening liquid off. “Mmmm, pregnant pussy is so sweet,” he said with an evil grin.

From Taking Five Cocks at Once:

A hand thrust a red plastic cup in front of my face and I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw it was that same guy. I wasn’t going to have to stand around by myself anymore. I grabbed the drink out of his hand and took a sip. “What was your name?”

“It’s Brad. Hey, some of my friends are back here. I think your friend is there too. You want to go hang?”

I didn’t know where he was talking about, but I just nodded my head and followed him.

He led me around some umbrella covered tables and a rock wall to a smaller, more secluded area on the patio. It had a hot tub and some more tables and chairs, but a lot less people. I looked around and I didn’t see Carrie anywhere, but before I could ask Brad where she was he tapped my plastic cup with his finger.

“Drink up,” he said, his eyes staring at me as he downed the liquid in his own cup.

The drink was really sweet and fruity and before I knew it I had sucked the whole thing down. I was already kinda drunk before I had it, but somehow this drink hit me fast, and really hard. I suddenly didn’t feel like my legs could hold me up anymore and when I leaned on Brad I remembered the way Carrie was walking with Josh.

“Wait,” I said, stumbling into Brad and having a hard time getting any words out. “What was in my drink?” In my brain my question came out really clearly, but the words felt like mush in my mouth. But it didn’t really matter because Brad didn’t seem to be listening to anything I said anyway. He grabbed me around the waist and dragged me over to a table, then threw me on top.