Hard Workout

Ch 1 — The Gym

Struck with a libido level that would put a teenager to shame; Helen tossed aside the copy of Fifty Shades she was reading. While not too keen on the idea of bondage, she was captivated by the submissive elements of the story. In fact, she was so captivated that a change in underwear had become a necessity.

Not the sort of thing that a woman of her standing in the community back home should be susceptible to. But then, she wasn’t at home, was she? Helen gripped her mons through her panties, like a man scratching his nuts, and cast a baleful glance at the book.

It was one of the things she liked about her job; that she could leave her uptight peers at home, fly to the other side of the country and let her hair down with complete anonymity. Plus she then had the added pleasure of sharing her tales of lust and depravity with Kelly.

Still, fingers were not what she needed right now. Perhaps later, around midnight, she would get Bob out for a run and do another chapter. But for now, she decided, a healthy workout in the hotel gym was what she needed most. No books, no toys, no fingers, just honest sweat, she told herself.

The scent of her sex was strong as she pulled off her panties and Helen contemplated a shower before going to the gym but decided that was just a waste of water as she would be all hot and sweaty again soon anyway. Besides, no one else would know.

She blamed Kelly for her current state of mind and body though; because it was Kelly that had given her the damn book in the first place — complete with crusty pages! She smirked at the thought even as she pulled slick spandex over her own naked stickiness.

From her room near the top floor, it was a quick ride up to the gym. However, to her dismay, a note on the door said, “electronic key system not working, please obtain a hard key from the concierge desk“.

Muttering a string of unladylike curses, Helen stomped back to the elevator and rode it down to the lobby of the Embassy Suites Hotel. Stepping from the elevator, a final profanity escaped her lips when she noticed the bar was still packed with people and even overflowing into the lobby area. Damn, looks like I missed a good one, she lamented.

On a normal night, this is where she would have been; chatting with a man in uniform or a fellow traveler. But today had been the designated team-building day, which she always skipped. It wasn’t team-building; it was golf for the guys and bonding drinks at a strip club afterward.

And while Helen was always up for a visit to a strip club and all that that entailed, golf just frustrated her to tears; so, she had passed and opted for a movie followed by dinner at a local Mexican restaurant. The movie had been okay, but the food had been divine and she had lingered over a glass of red wine and second helpings.

The end result of that, however, was that she missed the start of happy hour and any chance at first dibs on the loose men or soldiers that always showed up for the half-price booze. So, instead, she skipped the lobby by entering through a side door and went straight up to her room for a quiet night and a bit of reading.

Surveying the scene now though, Helen spotted a couple of hot blonde twins, surrounded by empty glasses, hitting on their waiter. Poor man, she thought wistfully as she stood next to a couple of broad-shouldered hunks speaking to the concierge. The thought, Mmm, nice popped into her head, and acting on impulse, she arched her back before asking over the top of them for a gym key.

The concierge looked up, checked out her tits, and placed a key on his counter without as much as a word. Helen didn’t know if she should be piqued or pleased, but after a moment’s consideration, and the key within her reach, she opted for pleased.

Suppressing a giggle, she muttered her thanks and purposefully brushed her right arm and breast against the closest guy as she reached past him for the key. He also threw her tits a glance and she was immensely pleased to see him then elbow his buddy as she turned away. She was a sucker for well-dressed men.

Helen threw a glance at the blonde twins, and sure enough, they had her fixed with a predatory glare that said: ‘back off bitch, we’re hunting here tonight!’ This was a game she knew oh so well, and she played it to the hilt by flicking her long red hair over her shoulder as she sashayed off, nipples awake and pointing the way.

She could feel the heat of the men’s eyes burning into her ass and eating up her figure as she headed for the elevator. Eat your hearts out, girls, spandex wins hands down. Score one for me, she said to herself as the doors opened and she reluctantly headed back up to the gym for another try at the door.

Located on the top floor of the hotel, the gym had a general use three-lane lap-pool, two crappy old pushbike things, and a small area for weights training. But beyond the pool, there was a second door that led to an executive-only spa area that Helen’s key-card should open – if the electronic lock was working.

The executive spa area was only available to gold cardholders and contained various body-building stuff and running machines. There were also steam and sauna rooms. The weight training section was well equipped and came complete with a wall-to-wall mirror and a large yoga mat exercise area. It also sported a magnificent view of the city night-lights which the treadmills were positioned to take advantage of.

Helen really hoped the door would open as she didn’t fancy peddling for half an hour on a pissy pushbike while in the public area. And she sure didn’t want to contend with any late-night drunk explorers whose only aim was to perv on her ass. She tried her key-card on the door.

On the first tap, a red LED lit up and she thought with dismay that it too might have failed, so she tried the physical key but also to no avail. However, the second tap of her card resulted in a green LED followed by a loud click as the door swung free, granting admittance to the executive haven.

With a sigh of relief, Helen let herself in and headed towards the treadmills with a plan to put in some serious miles while gazing at the city’s night lights. Intent on the view, she failed to notice that the door behind her did not latch closed. A quick glance around suggested that she was alone so Helen paused to examine her trim 5’9″ body in the wall mirror.

A woman with blue eyes on a high cheekbone face framed with long red hair stared back at her. Taking a scrunchie off her wrist, she pulled her hair into a tight ponytail and cast a critical eye over her body. She had a natural set of full-bodied 32C tits, that she was proud of as the nipples still pointed north. Down lower was a taut belly, which she worked hard at keeping and long legs that any man would like to follow home.

Happy with what she saw, Helen did a few stretching exercises and then stepped onto the nearest machine. Wanting just a good walk to dull the frustrations from the book, Helen set the machine for 3-miles with an incline of 3 percent. That should do me, she thought as she set off.

After 35 minutes the machine beeped twice to let her know the 3-miles was complete. Faster than she had intended, but that was because having thought of the book at the start she had spent the last thirty minutes or so speed walking through various fantasies. She was now worse off than when she had started. “Damn Kelly and her fucking book!” she said to the machine but smiled as she stepped off.

Well, so much for a de-frustrating walk, she mused as she eyed off the steam and sauna rooms. She hadn’t heard a sound from anyone during her walk so she figured if anyone was loitering there they were probably dead by now. But she checked them both to be sure.

Satisfied no one was in the place and disdaining the change-room, Helen stripped off her spandex gear, grabbed a clean fluffy-blue hotel towel, and stepped into the steam room. Straight away she was assaulted by a wave of hot wet air that crawled over her skin. After tossing the towel on a stone bench, she stood in the middle of the room, arms spread wide, and embraced the humidity.

Her forehead gave in first as beads of perspiration popped up across her brow. That was soon followed by a prickly sensation forming on her scalp as it too rushed to produce sweat in an attempt to cool her body. Resisting the sudden urge to scratch at her hair, she turned in a slow circle, chasing the hottest parts of the air while waiting for the rest of her body to catch up and burst into a sweat.

Maybe I can purge my dirty thoughts through my skin, she chuckled to herself. After her session on the treadmill and five minutes of sweltering in the steam room, Helen’s heart was racing and she was ready for a bit of a sit-down. Wiping an area of condensation from the glass door, Helen peeped out to be sure no one was there and made a naked dash from the steam room.

The cool air of the gym washed over her as she tossed the first towel in the hamper and grabbed a fresh one from the rack. “Time to bake my soul,” she said to the sauna door as she tugged her hair out of its ponytail and flicked it free.

On opening the door, heat again assaulted her body, but this was a much drier desert-like heat. Using the wooden ladle, Helen tossed a generous amount of water onto the sauna’s hot rocks. They hissed into life with a burst of steam.

Satisfied with that, she chose a bench on the second level directly opposite the door, spread out her towel, and sat on its edge. This way, Helen could monitor the window in the door and if the need arose she could wrap the towel around her waist with a quick flip of the wrist.

Yes, it would still leave her tits exposed, but she didn’t mind that at all. A thrill raced through her body at the thought of being caught and she subconsciously touched herself. She had always delighted in the feeling of secret public nudity and the possibility of exposure.

One time she had sat at the back of a church with her top pulled down and her breasts revealed for the duration of the service. Her then-boyfriend had been aghast but had remained at her side; the sex afterward had been fucking amazing.

“What are the chances of anyone seeing me at this time of night,” Helen asked the empty sauna? “None!” she replied to her own question as she cupped her breasts and thumbed the nipples. Both nubs sprang to life and hardened under her touch. “Just me and the girls.”

Closing her eyes, Helen drew her hands down across her flat stomach, over her thin-trimmed mound of silky soft hair, and on to each inner thigh. A familiar tightening in her loins made her muscles tense and snap her legs closed to trap both her hands. She squirmed on her towel and a smile broke her lips.

Her body wanted to trap something between her legs, that was for sure. Arching her back to jut out her ample tits, she felt the tickle of sweat beads as they broke out all over her body. That story had gotten to her more than she thought and giving in to the fantasies of her mind she pushed her legs apart.

She saw herself exposed to a couple of strangers, the hunks from the concierge desk, and she saw them drooling and stroking themselves while they gaped at her. It was a decadent thought and she felt her pussy twitch in anticipation. Both sported fat dicks, but one had shaved off his pubic hair and his cock was a real weapon. Her imagination drooled.

Helen almost drooled too and releasing her legs, she raked fingernails over the insides of her thighs. This then sent tingling sensations straight to her pussy which did drool. She continued drawing the lines of fire until two fingers of one hand slipped between her lips and scratched her itch in no uncertain manner.

At the same time, two beads of perspiration converged into one at the top of her cleavage and plunged through in a tickling passage that worked its way down to her belly button, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. With her eyes still shut tight, she wiped the bead away with juice-soaked fingers and then brought her hand to her face.

She imagined the shaved guy wanting to touch her and taking a step closer to inhale her scent. A scent she had been working on all evening from book to sauna to fingers. After all, she did like to smell the part when she was about to get fucked. A right proper slut, I am, she said to herself and took a quick smell of her fingers to confirm it.

Grinning like a schoolgirl, Helen returned one hand to her twat and used the other to further tweak her already rock-hard nipples. She plunged her fingers deep inside, finger fucking herself as only a woman can do. Her body responded with a slight convulsion and she urged her knees further apart so as to give her two imaginary friends a better view of the action.

With a soft moan, Helen opened her eyes for a nervous glance at the room before setting to work on her impending orgasm. She had never done it in a sauna before and had to admit the setting was perfect. A hot sweaty room for hot sweaty deeds and as her hands slithered all over her body she wondered why she had never thought of it before.

Her pussy was aching with need, her clit throbbing and her juices running like a tap. In short, after only five minutes in the sauna, she was a mess. And she was loving every second of it too. Her fingers flew from point to point to clit and back until she settled on a hip-bucking rhythm with one hand on her breast and the other snuggled deep inside her hot wet center.

She paused to take a long sniff of her fingers and to taste them too as she imagined the shaved guy doing just that. It was almost enough to tip her over the edge, but not quite. Helen returned her fingers to duty and rubbed her clitoris with renewed vigor. A louder moan escaped her lips as her other hand joined the first and entered her.

In moments she was knuckle-deep in an attempt to simulate the enormous cock of the imagined stranger. He was stretching her to a delightful level and her mind flicked to an image from the book of herself with hands tied behind her back and this massive cock fucking the shit out of her.

Helen trembled at the thought but this was her tipping point and as her juices flowed freely around her hand she pinched her clit hard between thumb and finger. She increased the tempo of her finger-fuck while imagining the ramming cock plunging in deeper and harder with each grunt from its owner.

As she approached her orgasm, Helen muttered to herself the words that she knew shaved-guy wanted to hear. And, truth be told, imagining his big fat cock in her right now, she wanted to hear them too.

“Fuck me” she whispered. And hearing that small sound in the room she followed it with a resounding declaration of “FUCK ME!” as her orgasm exploded over fingers and hand. Helen threw back her head, and with her fingers deeply entrenched in her hot steamy pussy, she rode her after orgasm sensations into the ground. God, I’m dirty tonight, she thought. What the hell was going on?

Ch 2 — Exposed

Feeling a little sated, but also very hot and sweaty, Helen moved down to the cooler lower level and spread her towel over the bench. She may have cum, but that had not even touched the sides of her real itch. She wanted to be fucked, and right now the only candidate was imaginary.

Should have gone to the bar, she berated herself. Should have, could have, read a stupid book instead!

Flat on her back, Helen closed her eyes, drew her knees up and flopped them wide apart as she imagined the return of shaved-guy and his weapon of pleasure. Should have brought BoB down here. With fresh batteries, she giggled silently.

Her fingers skipped over smooth sweaty skin and toyed with her lips before she dropped her index finger between them. Pushing in deep, she wiggled it back and forth in a lazy motion as her eyes closed and let thoughts of sex rule her mind.

Hands touching her, exploring, probing and invading her private spaces. Her nipples pinched, twisted and abused. Big dicks, little dicks any kind of dick would do as long as the owner took control and fucked her!

And there it was, the truth of the matter and why she felt so antsy. Lying on her back, with a finger in her pussy while pondering the night’s events, it came to her at last; control.

Helen wanted someone to take control and master her. Just like in the book; a man to teach and instruct her in the art of being a good little toy. A man who would brook nothing but obedience in return. Her stomach turned a somersault, and she liked the way it felt.

But did she really want to lose herself in a sexual experience that she had no control over? To be whisked off to a level where events unfolded and she just accepted them as a requirement of her master. Her master?

A shudder ripped through her body, but Helen couldn’t tell if it was from anticipation or fear of that thought. Nevertheless, she fingered herself with a little more passion than before and started to pluck and twist at her nipples too.

How far would she go, how far could she go, she pondered as she played with herself. Breaking into a big grin, Helen raised a slick hand to her face and sucked hard on her middle finger.

One thing was for sure though, she already had a dirty mind, so the next step shouldn’t be too hard. Ball gags she could do, they had to be easier than dirty panties and she had already tried those: and cum hard during the event while being taken from behind.

She shook her shoulders while thinking of restraints. Handcuffs, pink fluffy ones or cable ties! Yes, cheap and nasty ties with her arms pinned behind her back and her tits free to be groped.

Titty slapping, a master would want to do that, without a doubt. Men always wanted to be rough with the boobs, and it couldn’t be any worse than a sound butt paddling with a slipper, which she had also already accomplished.

She squirmed at that memory, though. Of her shrieks and sobs and then final acceptance of the spanking before she had experienced some real dynamite sex. Yes, I could do spankings too, she agreed to herself as her index finger returned to its previous home.

What if he wanted to share her? Or just ordered her to fuck and suck a friend while he watched? A shiver of anticipation ran through her body at the thought of performing for a limited audience. It would be so decadent, depraved and very, very sexy. Maybe even group copulation, she was up for an orgy.

Helen slipped in two fingers while her thumb did a clitty-jig as she recalled her wild university days. Free love, indeed. We drank more than we studied and fucked more than we drank, she sighed, recalling one memorable night with Kelly, Syndy and her, plus five gung-ho college guys.

Yeah, sign me up for multiple strangers, Helen said to her oversexed mind. Kelly always said I was a bigger slut than she was. I guess this proves it!

The hot sauna air seeped into her bones and prickled her skin. She could feel her body pushing out sweat as if she were wringing a sponge. Helen’s body was indeed purging itself of the day’s tensions, if not the deviant thoughts. The only thing missing now was a good scotch and a good man – master. A Master with a couple of friends perhaps, she mused.

She let both her thoughts and hands roam and envisaged him holding her from behind. His cock hard against her bottom and words of lust and perversion in her ear as he trapped her wrists against the small of her back in a one-handed grip.

His other hand around her neck fingers holding but not squeezing, he arched her back and permitted his friends to caress her tits, pinch her nipples, stroke her fine hairs and finger her pussy.

Is that right? she questioned herself. Would the Master let friends play with her pussy? No, she decided, her Master would have them grope her cunt.

At that thought, Helen pinched a pussy-lip with thumb and forefinger to pull and twist on until it slipped from her grasp. She then thrust four fingers into her hole and grabbed her pussy, her cunt. As she groped herself in a crude parody of a man she wondered when ‘the master’ had become ‘her Master’?

Hearing her imagined Master and following his orders, Helen replaced her fingers with her thumb and slid her index finger down to her anus. There she paused for a second before working it around and then easing it past the resisting muscle. Slow, at first, but then after breaking the seal, she slid it in deep. It felt strange, having her own a thumb in her twat and finger in her ass. She pinched them together, knowing that was the sort of dirty thing her Master would want.

Helen heard her Master say she was a dirty cunt and had no qualms about bringing her hand to her face for a nastier sniff. But the sudden sizzle of water turning into steam as it hit the hot-rocks in the sauna brought her up short. Someone is HERE! her mind shouted at her. She wasn’t alone, and she was… she was not at her best.

Her eyes flew open to find not just a someone, but three someones. All with huge erections and all looking at her just as she had been about to… She shuddered at the humiliation, though in her current state she wasn’t sure anyone would notice the deeper shade of red that flushed her face. Fuck, she thought, they aren’t even looking at my face.

In a glance, she took them all in. A short stocky guy with jet-black hair, a tall skinny redhead and a well-built unit without a scrap of hair on his body that may or may not have been the man from her dreams. Fuck, fuck, fuck, she cried to herself. How could I have been so stupid? It was that damn bo… No, she wouldn’t blame this on a book, it was a situation of her own making. And she couldn’t even cover herself up.

She felt like a deer caught in headlights. A hot, sweaty and naked deer, frozen in space with a dirty hand halfway to her face and all her private parts on display. Shit, shit, shit, her mind raged at her. Raped to death in a hotel sauna, it screamed.

Sensing her change from a wanton-slut to a get me the fuck out of here prissy-girl, the redhead offered her his towel. She snatched it from him and stood up. Too ashamed to look any of them in the eye, she fixed her gaze on the floor as she wrapped the towel around her body and clasped it closed with her left hand.

“Sorry to disturb you, Miss?” he said in a half statement, half query as to her name or status.

Yeah, right, her inner voice said. As if they care who you are or what stage your social life is at. They want to fuck you every which way and then run. Wham and bam, without the thank you ma’am.

“We didn’t think anyone was here,” the redhead went on. “We came up for a swim, but the gold-room door was ajar, so we came in.”

As Helen turned towards his voice she discovered that not looking at his face, but looking down, meant getting an eyeful of his cock instead. Shocked, she brought her right hand up to shield her eyes and straight away got a whiff of herself and a reminder of what she had been doing less than a minute ago.

Embarrassment burned her flesh as one of the guys chuckled and said something like “yeah, smell it”. She was so fucked. Helen shot a quick glance at the door to gauge her dash distance.

“Come on guys, don’t make it worse for her. We have all been caught short once or twice in our lives. Let it go.”

Short! Helen’s mind declared inappropriately. Nothing short about that redhead. And she knew he was the redhead because she was still looking at his cock and his bright orange bush of pubic hair.

“Sorry,” one of the other guys added in a voice like rolling gravel. “We didn’t mean to scare you. We’ll leave and let you, ah…” he trailed off.

“Unless you want us to stay?” the third guy put in before his friends could walk out the door. “I mean you looked to be having such fun, fingering and sniffing and all that,” he added.

Obviously the one without a filter, her brain added for clarity. Fuck or flee, girl, that’s the question. And you saw the size of their cocks, very filling, very worth staying for.

“Ah, no. Err, I mean no, I will go. You guys can stay,” she said with a little reluctance as she took a tentative step towards the door. “Sorry for the show.”

“No need to be sorry, darling, I enjoyed every dirty second that I saw,” said Mr. No Filter. “You have great tits and an awesome cunt!” he added crudely.

A sigh came from the redhead’s direction but the second guy snickered and Helen glanced in his direction. It was the dark-haired one, and he had his hand wrapped around his very impressive cock. Still feeling embarrassed but also very horny, Helen turned to Mr No Filter, let go of her towel and bowed to him.

“Why thank you, sir. How sweet of you to notice,” she said dripping sarcasm and sweat in equal measure. “I think I will stay, after all, and find out if you are all show and no go.”

It was the guys turn to be stunned and the three of them looked at each other with school-boy grins before turning back to Helen.

“Well?” she teased. “Are you boys going to stand there playing with yourselves all night or come over here and fuck me?” No going back now, girl. The time to flee has passed and we are going to be fucked. No doubt about it, her inner voice informed her with glee.

The redhead was first to react and took Helen’s hand in his own. “You’re sure about this? I mean the three of us? It’s not too late to leave.” he added over a grumble from the bald guy. The soft one of the group, her inner voice informed her.

Helen moved her hand to his face and let him smell her fingers as she grabbed his dick with her other hand. “I’m sure, handsome, are you?” She slid her hand down the redhead’s shaft and shot a wink at the dark-haired man and his fat weapon. “You too,” she purred as she reached for him as well.

Confident Mr. No Filter would not need any encouragement to make it a three on one game, Helen ignored him and concentrated on the two dicks she had in hand. Both were already stiff, and after only a few strokes of her hot sweaty hands, they were drooling too.

True to her prediction the bald, no filter guy stepped behind her and reached between her legs for her pussy. His strong, forceful fingers parted her lips with ease and slid through her wetness. Kissing her neck, he swore in her ear and told her what to do, what he wanted her to do.

Hell, she thought, was this guy a mind reader? She parted her legs further, granting him full access just as his thumb broached her ass and pushed past her sphincter with a hard shove. Helen’s breath caught in her throat for a moment, but she stayed silent and more importantly kept stroking.

The two guys she had in hand turned to face her and started to grope her breasts and body in earnest. She all but writhed under the attention of the three men as pulses of fire ran through her body from one point of contact to the next. She was in sexual bliss.

“So, the dirty slut wants to fuck by three, does she? Me, Red and Dan, all getting a piece of a corporate bitch. Or are you just the office whore? Do you have to fuck and suck to earn a promotion too?” he chuckled at his own crudeness and her visible blush of shame. The guy really had no filter and didn’t care what he said or how it embarrassed her.

As if to reinforce his words he slapped her butt with a resounding whack. Helen jumped but still kept hold of her two dicks. While Red’s was nice and long, the other guy, Dan she assumed, had a shorter but much thicker one. So thick, in fact, she couldn’t even close her hand around it.

“Let’s do her, boys. Let’s use the office whore for free,” Mr. No Filter sneered as he again groped between her legs.

Red looked over her shoulder at the bald guy, nodded once and then dropped the breast he was fondling. It felt cold and lonely without his touch, but he wasn’t done with her yet. Instead, he brushed the tip of his thumb across her bottom lip in a long slow seductive motion.

Helen obeyed his unspoken command and opened her mouth to sucked it in, just as if it was his dick. She was losing control – had lost control – and for some reason, she found that empowering.

She wasn’t the office whore, either. She owned the damn company, but she had rewarded a few good fuckers with promotions. However, she wasn’t telling these guys that. No way.

Sweat beaded on her brow, between her tits and coursed down her body. If she had been hot before, it was nothing compared to how she felt now. She let go of Dan’s cock as he stepped back to have a better look at her body and the places his cock would soon be visiting. She wiggled her hips to show him her little run-way strip of hair and winked at him again in encouragement.

The other two men stepped away too, leaving her alone and untouched in the centre of a crowded sauna room floor. It was too crowded, in fact, and Dan surprised her with his next move.

Stepping forward,he picked her up under the armpits and she instinctively reacted by wrapping her legs around his waist. In that one quick move, she had impaled her on his fat hard dick and just like that, she was fucking. She was a little surprised at how easily his oversized tool had slid in too.

But Dan had plans beyond burying his dick in Helen’s very wet cunt. He wanted the room to move, where all three men could plunder her body to its fullest extent without tripping over or barking a shin on a bench. And it was getting too darn hot.

“Open the fucking door,” he growled as he stalked forward with her wrapped around his torso. Each step he took drove his shaft deeper and Helen almost came at that first encounter. Walking sex; her clitoris rubbed against the base of his dick as he moved and sent mini-shocks to her brain. She crushed her tits into his hairy chest and felt her nipples tingling. If he walked much further she would cum.

Intuiting his purpose, Red had dashed ahead of them and moved a stand-alone press-bench into the middle of the yoga mat area. It was perfect for their needs and Dan set Helen down on her butt as his cock slid free.

In a flash, Mr. No Filter had elbowed Dan aside and was on her. Both hands, both tits, he felt them, squeezed them, weighed them. Helen hoped he found them acceptable. She was proud of her breasts, but for some reason, she felt she needed this stranger’s approval of them too.

However, if Helen had been expecting some sort of approbation, she got none. Instead, the man switched his attention to her face, scrutinising it under the harsher glare of the training room lights.

He brushed his thumb along her upper lip and, making a pistol grip, pushed her mouth open. She could smell herself on his hand, and with a slight shudder realised where his thumb had been minutes before. Helen sat there, dumbfounded, mouth hanging open as he examined her gums and teeth, running his thumb over them. What was she? An animal for inspection? A piece of meat, a dog? She felt the heat in her cheeks and the quickening of her heartbeat. I should be angry, she thought.

“Say Ah,” he commanded, and she obeyed, opening her mouth further as his dirty thumb caressed her tongue. His other hand made a fist of her hair and he held it tight as he leant in to speak.

“I am going to fuck the shit out of your ass and then, just like my thumb, you are going to lick me clean until I spit my load down your fucking throat, my dirty little slut. Is that clear?

“Yes, Sir!” Helen even surprised herself with the use of the honorific and the swiftness of her reply. My little slut, his words rang in her ears, and she knew then that she would do it. So much for the anger, you filthy bitch, her inner voice mocked.

“Does she measure up, Bozz?” Dan asked in a sarcastic tone.

“She’ll do,” was all he said, giving nothing of his true thoughts away. “Red, since you are so sweet on her you can stuff your cock down her throat while Dan the man fills the whore’s cunt with that fat weapon of his.”

Orders having been given and received, the three men set about working Helen over. For the next five minutes, she was pushed, pulled, squeezed, pinched and slapped. Her legs were spread wide apart as each man took a turn at molesting her intimate parts. Not an inch of her skin was left untouched or uninspected. She felt like a prize cow, and also mistakenly thought that Bozz was the boss.

While Red was fondling her pussy and Mr. No Filter was back playing with her bottom, Dan chose to stuff his hand into her mouth. Three fingers at first, and then four, he was all but face fucking her with his fist. She was being totally violated and treated like a very cheap whore. It was disgusting, it was degrading, it was going to be the best sex she ever had. She could even feel her pussy leaking like a tap.

As her juice ran down her legs, Helen realised then that she had let go of all her inhibitions – without a single drop of alcohol being consumed. She would not be able to blame this one of booze or that fucking book. It was all her, and she was proud of it.

The men’s hands were coarse and callused and little red welts were left in their wake as they made multiple passes over her soft sensitive skin. Helen knew she would be covered in scratches and bruises tomorrow and she ran through her limited wardrobe wondering what she could wear to cover up her trophies.

“Too much cunt hair,” she heard No Filter say as he tugged on a few tufts and brought Helen back to reality with a squeal of pain.

Laughing at her discomfort, he pulled a few more. “If you were mine, I would have them shaved off. A bald cunt is a useful cunt,” he said with disdain before moving on to abuse her tits and nipples.

“And these udders would look better with a matching set of barbell piercings and nipple clamps connected by a silver chain,” he continued as he pinched and pulled on them. “Would you like that, whore? To be led around by your ugly tits at the office Christmas party? Your nipple-chain passed from guest to guest until one took pity and rutted with you in the men’s bathroom?”

Helen hung her head in shame at his words; he didn’t like her tits. She resolved right there and then to take time off the next day to have them pierced. She suspected it would hurt, but that was okay as it would remind her of him. The Boss, Mr In Control, Mr No Filter.

She had caught his words about her cunt, and his ‘if you were mine’ statement, as well. There was something else he had said that struck a chord with her too. Rutting. Not sex, not even fucking, but rutting. Did he think of her as an animal, a rutting beast?

The humiliation burned deep, almost bringing her to tears as she looked into his bright green eyes, at her would be Master, and replied, “Yes, Sir, if it pleased you. I would. With a soft grunt, he forced his fingers into her cunt and Helen wet them in an instant mini-orgasmic burst of lust.

When he took his hand out, Helen expected him to sniff his fingers, but he shocked her by wiping them all over her face. “There, now your head stinks like a cunt too.” He really was a crude prick, Helen thought. And I love it, she admitted as her body trembled yet again.

A firm hand pushed on her shoulders. She wasn’t sure whose it was, but that didn’t matter as its intent was clear. Get on your knees and suck cock. Helen allowed herself to be forced down and she opened her mouth in greedy acceptance of who was to come. Red she assumed.

And it was. His long dick slid over her tongue as she wrapped her lips around his shaft and sucked. He placed his hands on her head and eased his dick in, inch by slow inch. “Stop pissing around,” Dan grumbled. “Stuff your cock down the bitches fucking throat,” he instructed as he put a foot to her bottom and shoved her forward onto Red with a half kick.

Helen gagged at the sudden intrusion and made little coughing sounds around his dick. Red groaned in pleasure but withdrew until just the tip was in her mouth and she could relax again. “Pussy,” Dan accused him.

At the same time, someone was groping between her legs and dragging her slippery wetness to her anus. Fingering both holes, stretching and lubricating. At least someone was showing a shred of care, she thought. Wiggling her bottom at the roving fingers, Helen continued to suck on Red’s dick as he rocked back and forth, gently fucking her face.

Ch 3 — Three in One

“Bring the whore’s cunt over here, Bozz,” Dan requested from the side. After booting her bum, he had laid down on the padded bench press and was now waiting with a drooling dick for attention. “You fuckers don’t get to have all the fun,” he added.

Red popped out of her mouth and Mr. No Filter pulled her over to Dan. Helen licked her lips and wiped some saliva drool off as she ran her eyes over Dan’s fat dick in anticipation. She then looked at No Filter to see how he was going to work it, never having had three men at once before.

He didn’t speak but turned her so she was facing Dan and then indicated she should mount him. Feeling like a real slut, Helen did as she was bid and straddled the guy before lowering her very wet pussy onto the tip of his dick. He reached out and took her hips in his hands to guide her down as she engulfed him inch by fat inch.

Once again Dan was inside her, but this time she got the chance to feel him. It wasn’t a brutal impaling, it was a slow sensuous entry that touched all the right places as it slid in. Dan’s eyes betrayed nothing but lust and need, unlike his mouth which showed a disdaining sneer. Placing her hands on his hairy chest for support, Helen fucked the man with a slow rise and fall of her body.

It was ecstasy. He may be an obnoxious asshole, she thought, but his dick sure knows how to satisfy a woman. And at that moment she sure was satisfied.

Helen’s chest was being fondled by two different hands in two different ways and the contrasting feelings of that made her nipples extend in an uneven manner: Red’s soft, gentle, office-worker palm caressed the skin of her breast as his thumb brushed her nipple to hardness, while Mr. No Filter’s rough, calloused, workingman’s hand held her tit as if it were a brick as his fingers attacked the nipple into an aching overextended nub of pleasure.

Dan’s thumb groped below her thin strip of pubic hair as he sought out and found her other little bud of joy. He pressed the button with the tip of his own calloused thumb and she moaned as he rasped it down and across her clitoris. Two of her three most sensitive sexual parts were on fire and she wished that Red would be a little firmer with his ministrations.

With one man’s dick already in her, Helen reached out for the other two and took them in hand. As they fondled and mauled her breast and tit, she stroked dick and cock. Perhaps squeezing Red’s, a little harder than she should have in the hope he would respond in kind. She licked her lips and closed her eyes as she contemplated her next move.

Should she go for a taste of Mr. No Filter’s cock or do as he had bid her and suck on Red’s again. The trouble was that she wasn’t all that interested in Red’s manhood. Sure, it was nice, but she didn’t want nice, she wanted nasty!

Turning towards the man with no hair she bent to take him in and slurped on the top of his weeping cock. “No,” he growled and pushed her head away as both men let go over her tits.

Message received and understood, but Helen wasn’t ready to surrender complete control just yet. Dragging her nipples across and up Dan’s hairy chest, her mouth part way open as she licked the boss’s cock-drool from her lips, Helen went to kiss Dan, but he turned his face away in disgust.

“Fucking dirty cow” he spat at her by way of explanation as he grabbed her tits and pushed her away. His touch on her tits was even harsher than his boss’s and he mauled them both like a wild tiger.

Mr. No Filter reinforced his directions by grabbing a fistful of hair and jerking her head back. Twisting her neck towards Red, he shoved it at his waiting dick. Her little rebellion over, she opened wide and took him in. This time he did not hesitate and two thrusts of his hips later she felt the head of his dick bending at the back of her throat.

A finger entered her ass and Helen twitched. Straight after that, it was joined by one or two more that stretched her further. The moment when she would have three men in her at once was close. Your MCA moment, Helen’s memory informed her with glee.

Years ago, on the night she, Kelly and Syndy had hooked up with the five college students, Kelly had said, “hey this could be my YMCA night.” When Helen had looked at her with a blank expression she had explained “It’s when Your Mouth Cunt and Ass are full of cock. Get it — YMCA,” she had added in fits of laughter. It hadn’t been, but tonight it was going to be Helen’s.

Her only concern now was with Dan’s dick. As thick as it was, she wondered if accommodating Mr. No Filter’s cock would be possible at the same time without something tearing. She lifted her mouth off Red to speak.

Just then, though, Bozz whipped his fingers out, grabbed her by the hips, and shoved his cock in their place. He didn’t fuck about either and just rammed right in. Stretching, almost ripping Helen apart with his violent and insistent plunge as he proved she could take them both in at once.

“Farrrrk,” she said in a long drawn out cry of anguish as tears sprang to her eyes and her nipples threatened to pop. “Fuck, fuck, Fuck!” she continued as she squirmed about before deep throating Red’s dick. She would not let them see her cry or hear her yelps of pain. She could do this. Would do this and she sucked deep on the dick in her mouth as the tears ran down her cheeks.

“Dirty fucking slut,” she heard Dan sneer as he raked his nails down her back. Astonishingly though, his words and hands steadied her. She had lost control, and it scared her to some extent, but fuck, this was her dream. The very fantasy she had been masturbating over before the guys had shown up. She was being Mastered in every sense of the word, and it… it made her feel stronger about herself. She was content.

“Oh, God, Yes!” Helen exclaimed as she arched her back away from Dan’s fingers and she again took her mouth off Red’s dick.

Being the jerk he was, Dan took this opportunity to clench her tits in a tight grip, that she was sure would leave bruises, as he tried to squeeze more pain into Helen. But this was just the medicine her aching nipples needed and to his surprise, she murmured her thanks.

Standing behind her, with his cock now jammed firmly in Helen’s ass, Mr. No Filter became Mr. Control and he set about turning her into a complete fuck-slut. With one hand on her hip to direct the rear end action, he again grabbed her hair with his free hand and twisted her neck towards Red. He was giving more silent directions that couldn’t be disobeyed.

Perhaps feeling a little frustrated with all the on and off and at last getting into the action, Red grabbed the sides of her head in both hands to keep her in place and slammed his dick into the back of her throat. There was hope for him yet, Helen thought as she swallowed him down.

At the same time, Dan started to move his pelvis around as he fucked in her cunt. His fat fingers moved on from her sore breasts to clamp hard around her nipples as if he too were afraid she would slip away. Helen moaned around her mouthful of dick and tried to wriggle her trapped nipples from Dan’s iron grip.

Soon she was rocking back and forth as a cock and dick fought for space in her lower regions while her mouth was stuffed with a third. She was bent, twisted, contorted, and fucked three ways at once. Helen and never been so full or so stretched. It was exquisite and painful but very sensual all at the same time.

She wasn’t sure what the men were looking at as they fucked her, but she was staring at Red’s pubic bush as it moved back and forth from her face. It scratched and tickled her nose when she took him all the way down her throat and smelled sort of manly. As Mr Control banged rather hard into her ass, Helen wondered what his clean-shaven ballpark and cock would smell like. Sweaty and shitty, she guessed and laughed at herself.

Hearing her little chuckle, Dan — who seemed determined to destroy her — slapped at her tits and then bit her on the neck. He made a huffing sound as a squirming Helen squeaked and snorted around Red’s dick.

To Helen, Red tasted okay and was a sweet man when compared to the boss, who was a crude dude, and Dan, who had all the traits of a misogynistic jerk. But what surprised her though, was that she wanted the bad-men more. It was the vulgar two that excited her.

They lit her fire and made her want to fuck like the office whore in the men’s bathroom. Red was just a tool while Dan and Mr Control were the real stars. Sweet was what she would marry and make a home with, but, as a single girl, the unrefined was what would make it to her bed. A bit of vulgarity and roughness is what turns me on, she declared to herself.

Nevertheless, being beyond horny, Helen still enjoyed sucking him off. She liked the feel of his dick as it slid down her throat while she was being well and truly fucked by the two other men. Her belly felt bloated as their two cocks poked and fought for position inside her. But when Red started to pant along with his balls contracting, she knew that he too would soon be assaulting her stomach.

All at once the men surged inwards at the same time, in sync, at last. They speared her with dick and cock, and for a brief moment, she felt trapped. Trapped and helpless, which was just the way she had wanted it. Pinned by their manhood and not only dominated but humiliated too. She started to tremble, was she rutting or fucking? At least she wasn’t in the damn bathroom.

When the second wave of synchronised fucking filled her, she tensed her pelvic floor and squeezed as hard as she could. Both men grunted in pleasure. For Red though, she slipped her index finger into his ass and it tipped him over the edge. Sweet even in this, he brushed her cheek with the back of his hand as he shot his load down her throat. His mumbled apology was offset by his balls banging into her chin as her throat milked him dry.

She tasted the last remnants of his semen as it washed over her tongue when he pulled out, and that, coupled with the two rampaging men at her other end was enough for Helen. Her orgasm started in her toes, scorched the fine hairs on her thighs and ripped through her cunt like a wrecking ball. It was a violent mind-blowing phenomenon that had her gasping and shooting fluid from every orifice. It wasn’t pretty, it wasn’t ladylike, but it was awesome and very fucking intense.

“Bitch,” Dan snarled. “Fucking filthy bitch.” he continued, true to form, as he wiped her drool from his face and shot his own load of cum into her cunt. But Helen didn’t care what he said or did though. She was in the zone and the zone was humming her song.

Her second orgasm hit like a monster wave, dumping her into its underbelly. It rolled her up, pummelled her senseless and trapped her with its sheer power. She may not have gasped, she may or may not have sworn, but she certainly did gush. That she knew for sure.

An absolute torrent of liquid broke over Dan’s balls. So much so that if the man had been eating her, he would have drowned. As it was, she knew he would still smell her on his dick for the next fucking week. “Fucking hell!” Dan exclaimed. “Did she spray any of that shit on your balls, Bozz. The filthy fucking bitch went off like a god-damned fire hydrant.”

The filthy-bitch felt exhilarated and exhausted at the same time. She had never cum that hard before in her life, let alone gushed. Who knew? she thought. But a sudden sharp slap on her rump told her it wasn’t over just yet. She still had work to do and one more very important person to please.

Helen took a long slow breath and clenched her fists in an effort to bring herself back down from the orgasmic heaven she was floating in. Now was not the time to lose sight of the prize, she told herself. But exactly what that prize was, she wasn’t sure of.

She shook her head and willed herself to concentrate on the man behind her. Was he the prize she was seeking or was it just his cum?

Under normal circumstances, Helen was almost always last to cum, her body having that sexy inbuilt ability to drive men over the edge as soon as she said – fuck me – and usually, that meant they came well before she had even finished climbing the hill. It was a blessing and a curse that sometimes left her with finger work to complete after the dude had gone. But not tonight.

No, the Boss and his rock-hard cock were still in the game and still in control despite her best efforts. He wanted her to give up everything before he came. Her self-control, her body, her mind and her dignity. It was all or nothing and she knew it.

Without a word, Bozz buried his cock deep in her ass, reached around and grabbed her tits, bent his knees and power lifted her off Dan in one swift move. The man was strong, and strangely enough, she felt safe in his arms as he carried her in much the same fashion Dan had earlier. Only this time she was faced the other way. For a moment she was stunned, and just hung there splayed open in his arms with all her woman parts exposed.

I must look a sight, she lamented to herself as she gazed down at the mess on Dan’s still twitching dick. But this was full anal contact and it was dirty. Bozz humped his hips forward against her bottom as he changed grip and her pussy gave a final involuntary squirt.

Helen had never seen a squirt before, and for her, it was a beautiful thing. Her pussy pulsed, she felt a surge in her loins and then — splosh — out it came in a thin stream. It arced straight between Dan’s legs on to the bench and splashed back onto his balls. Despite her position and pose, she smirked.

Restrained as a virtual prisoner in Bozz’s arms, Helen watched a grimace of distaste flicker across Dan’s face. His burning gaze ran up her legs, over her still dripping cunt, across her tits and settled on her face. She was sure he was going to hit her then and she placed a hand over her pussy in a pointless gesture.

Dan just laughed as he rolled off the bench and looked around the room. Locating what he sought, he retrieved Helen’s spandex clothing and brought it back to her. But if she thought he was, at last, going to be helpful or considerate she was sadly mistaken.

Using her top like a rag, Dan wiped his dick and balls clean before chucking the garment onto the leftover puddle of gush on the press-bench. “Just cleaning up after you, cunt.” he snarled.

Meanwhile, Red had dressed and was in the process of slipping out the door when Helen spotted him. He had his head down and would not make eye contact, but whether that was because of her current lewd pose or shame for what he had just participated in, she wasn’t sure.

Either way, the man fled without any further acknowledgement and she felt a little sad. She looked back to Dan, who had also pulled on some clothes but was now sitting on a plastic chair; obviously keen to observe or participate in Helen’s final capitulation.

And it will be a capitulation, Helen thought as Mr Control set her down. He had told her earlier what would be expected of her and now it was just a matter of course. A final step in her initiation into a world of domination and submission. Her legs were unsteady, wobbly even, and she would have collapsed if not for his support.

A support that he soon used to push her down while still facing Dan. Will my Master want me to do him too, she wondered as she dropped to her knees? She was sure Dan would be the kind of guy to spray her face rather than cum in her mouth. As she kneeled, she felt a cock hit the back of her head.

“Turn around and suck it, you dumb fucking bitch,” Dan snarled from his seat as he rubbed his own crotch. She decided she hated him and his disgusting manner. He really was an asshole.

Pleased for a reason to turn away from Dan, Helen shuffled around on her knees, banging her head and face into Bozz’s cock as she went. Straight away the smell assaulted her. It wasn’t as bad as she had feared, but it was strong. A mix of sweat, cum, gush and ass.

No worse than my panties, though, she reassured herself. Sort of manly and definitely not shitty, she was relieved to discover.

She went to grab it, but Mr Control was having none of that. “Head only,” he rumbled at her. “Hands folded behind your back.” Helen obeyed. “Now squat!” he commanded as he stepped back.

Keeping her hands behind her back, she raised one foot at a time until she was squatting before the man. “Wider,” he said.

She knew he didn’t mean her mouth and spread her knees as far apart as she could manage. Displaying herself to him as she had done to Dan. He graced her pussy with a quick glance before stepping between her knees and offering her his cock. Recalling his crude instructions from earlier in the night, she began to lick.

Starting with the head, she kissed it and then engulfed it with her mouth. Her tongue swirled across his piss-slit and she gave the head a lippy slurp before commenced working on his shaft. She bent down and kissed each of his balls in an awkward move and then licked her way up the soft outer side of his shaft.

Turning her head sideways, she gobbed his length and slid him through her lips. Saliva coated his cock and long strands started to drool from her mouth as she made a mess of him and herself. She twisted and bobbed to get behind it and kissed all the skin where his pubic hair would normally have been. It felt strange but also very erotic, she had never had a shaved man before and wondered if he would let her do it for him.

By now the smell and taste had faded to a memory and she returned to the head and took him in for the real work of the night. She shuffled on her feet and desperately wanted to touch herself as she bobbed and sucked. But that pleasure had been denied her, for the moment at least.

A sudden force, on the back of her head, pushed her down further on his magnificent cock and she took him in further. His cock was now butting up against the back of her throat, filling it completely where Red’s had only just touched the sides. Taking him in all the way would mean totally blocking her airways. She hesitated, but Mr Control just slammed the back of her head down and breached her throat the same way he had breached her ass. No quarter given, all of it taken.

It didn’t hurt like her bottom had, but the thick pressure in her airway and the total lack of oxygen frightened her. She would have gagged, but with the way he was holding her down on his cock, all she could do was heave her chest and flex her throat. It was uncomfortable as fuck for her but proved to be an awesome feeling for him. He groaned out his approval by way of a soft “yes”.

That single word gave her confidence and even though he had complete control over her, she somehow trusted this stranger. Christ, she thought, I have been used by three strangers in the dirtiest possible way and I don’t even know their names for sure. If one of them leaves fifty bucks on the bench I really will be a whore. She shivered at the thought.

Still unable to breathe, but with the fear and panic subsiding as his balls knocked against her chin, Helen relaxed. It felt good to let those tensions go, and it felt really good to lose herself completely in the sex. She was a doll, a toy to be fucked and used anyway this guy wanted, and that thought made her wet pussy even wetter.

Bozz made a fist of her hair and pulled back hard to lift her most of the way off his shaft. Helen acted with greed and took the opportunity to suck down precious air in spluttering gasps before her gag reflex kicked in and made her stomach heave.

Don’t puke, please don’t fucking puke, she admonished herself as she fought and won a battle with her convulsing belly. Not that Mr Control seemed to notice as he banged his cock back in deep and hard. The tip of her nose hit his pelvic region and her eyes bulged when he filled and fucked her throat, not giving her a second thought. Harder and faster, she redoubled her efforts to make him cum.

Slurping, sucking, bobbing and submitting. That was her job and she did it well, not that she had any choice with his brutal grip on her hair directing all the action. She was just a passenger on this ride, brought along for the use and pleasure of her Master. And then she disobeyed the man.

It happened all in a moment, between an inward thrust and his guttural grunt as her lips slid over his flesh. Helen touched herself; her clitoris to be precise. And the result was electric. She convulsed on the spot, her knees flapped in and out, her nipples shot sparks and she forced her head back against his pushing hand to cry out.

Mr Control, let her have a full second before applying both hands to the back of her head and ramming her back onto his cock. He smashed her face into his pelvis as he fully deepthroated her and held himself there. Rocking, panting and then squirming, he let go over her hair and gripped a shoulder as he came. It was the male version of her gush and he squirted what felt like half a cup of liquid fire down her throat.

Helen kept one hand on herself, but she allowed the other to explore this wonderful man she was sucking on. His skin was so smooth, not a trace of hair even up his crack where her fingers now roamed. She touched his anus as he pulled back and shot his next wad into her mouth. He was making her work, and she gulped his cream down as fast as his cock could pump it out. One, two three, hot shots before he plunged back in and finished down her throat.

Once again, Helen was left spluttering. This time though, she was coming too, and that made it so much better. Especially as she was making another little puddle. This squirting thing was becoming a habit around Mr Control, and she wondered for a moment where all the stuff was coming from. Her index finger pressed hard on her button and she jiggled it around as a final little gush trickled out from her pussy. She was, without a doubt, sated.

And Mr Control appeared to be too as he, at last, withdrew his cock from her mouth. He stood between her legs panting, raking his fingers through her hair and catching his breath as if he had done all the work. But Helen didn’t mind because she was panting too. It had been a wonderful workout, her best ever, in fact. She ran her eyes over his cock, taking in every detail for her memory bank.

The tip was circumcised, exposing a bulbous velvety head which crowned a long shaft laced with an intricate pattern of pulsing blue veins. Its soft underside formed a ridge that led from his balls back up to his still drooling slit at the top. It was very erotic and she had a hard time dragging her eyes away from the thing.

A firm hand on her jaw snapped Helen out of memory mapping mode and drew her attention up to Mr Control’s eyes. They really were a spectacular shade of green and Helen suspected she could easily get lost in them. But he was evaluating her again and she flinched under his harsh gaze.

He had finished with her, just like the others, and she wondered if he would order her over to give Dan a goodbye blow-job too. As much as she now despised the dark-haired man, if this man asked, she would. Helen turned her head to look at him expecting a degrading comment, or something worse and found the chair empty.