Second Place Part 8--Terri's Tit-Warming Party
Terri knew she was in store for a humiliating evening, as she rode the elevator up
to the ballroom which she had rented at Danielle's request. The wall of the
elevator was mirrored, and she now checked her appearance. A white button down
shirt, a little tight on the girl but otherwise rather plain save for the fact that
the first three buttons were undone, revealing some impressive triple-D cleavage
and a hint of a green lace bra. A green leather mini, to match the bra (and the
thong panty, which, with any luck, wouldn't be revealed for the first twenty
minutes of the party, Terri thought bitterly.) No hose, just a pair of 4 inch
white pumps. All in all, Terri looked for all the world like a cocktail waitress.
Terri checked her face. Her hair was permed, her face beautifully made up. After
all, she was the hostess at a very important party! Reaching in her purse, she took
out her eye makeup, and touched up the areas which had been messed up by her crying
session, in the car on the way over here.
This done, Terri adjusted the tiny device in her ear. Nearly invisible to an
observer, and concealed by Terri's lovely blonde hair, the hearing-aid-like device
was hooked to a remote transmitter, from which Danielle would give her instructions
on how to totally humiliate herself tonight.
In a small room which she had set up for just this purpose, Danielle watched the
party on a small handful of closed circuit video screens. The evil brunette had
already ordered the bar open, and many of the men were already taking advantage.
Women were noticeably absent. That was because when Terri had written out the
invitations to her office party, Danielle had carefully weeded out all the invites
to the female employees, and ran them through her paper shredder. The result was
an office party, consisting of about 30 male employees, and one blonde super-slut,
who would know every man at the party intimately before this night was over.
The elevator stopped, and Terri stepped out. Thank goodness for small favors, she
had had the elevator all to herself, and when she had been on the verge of breaking
down in tears, she had managed to get control of herself. Now, in the hallway
outside the elevator, there were people again, and they were staring at her. To
force back the tears, she tried to think positive. At least Danielle had let her
buy some clothes which fit her, instead of having to force her mammoth boobs into
her smaller outfits. Not that she'd likely have the clothes on for long, she
reflected with bitterness. She could only hope that she'd be allowed to wear them
home; Danielle and her friends had forced her to make her way home clad in just bra
and panties before.
She was at the door to the ballroom. She wanted to run, but there was nowhere to
go. Danielle had her over a barrel. Sure, Danielle could tip off Steven as to his
wife's illicit activities.....but the blonde reflected that it didn't matter as
much anymore. Carrie, the young thing whom Danielle had brought to the house--and
who had come to the house quite a few times on her own, to experiment with lesbian
love with Terri--had gloated that she had fucked Steven. Terri had not wanted to
believe it, until she had been forced to lick the evidence from the vivacious
redhead's cunt.
What really frightened Terri was all the illegal things which Danielle had put her
up to. First of all, there was the matter of corporate espionage, when Terri had
first gone to "work" for Danielle, and had stolen confidential records from her old
job. Then there was the prostitution. All of which was well documented by
Danielle. Of course, besides Steven, there was always the threat that Danielle
would simply fire off mailers of video tapes and photographs to Terri's entire
family.
Terri had no choice. She opened the door and took in the scene. Thirty of her
fellow employees--all male--were seated at various tables. She also noticed with a
sinking feeling that there were several video cameras set up, to permanently record
the event for Danielle to blackmail her even further. Not that there would be any
question as to what kind of tramp Terri was, after tonight.
Heads turned to check out the blonde beauty. Conversation stopped, and mouths
dropped open. All eyes settled on Terri--well, more specifically, on Terri's
chest. Many of the men had heard the rumors about the new girl at the office, and
had daydreamed about fondling her firm breasts. And that was before the
augmentation!
Terri pasted a fake smile on her face, to match her manmade chest....and headed
straight for the bar, thirty pairs of eyes following the sway of her heart-shaped
ass, plainly apparent through her tight skirt. She would need a few stiff drinks
to make it through this.
A voice in her head stopped her. Actually it was in her ear, through the listening
device. "No alcohol, sweetie! I want you completely sober!" Danielle's voice.
The bitch didn't want Terri to do anything which would ease the humiliation in the
least. "And aren't you going to greet your guests and thank them for coming?"
So Terri turned around, to all the men who were staring at her. "Thank you for
coming," she said simply.
For the next fifteen minutes, Terri made her way around all the tables, greeting
each guest. Questions were posed about her boob job, which she answered. At
Danielle's insistence, she offered refills on drinks. Now quite literally a
cocktail waitress, the blonde brought the drinks out, taking care (again at
Danielle's insistence) to lean over each time and treat the men to a delicious view
of her cleavage. By the time Terri made her way around with a second refill of
drinks (after first being ordered by the unseen Danielle to undo another button on
her shirt), there were definite bulges in many pairs of pants. Scott, one of the
men who was well aware of the poor office slut's predicament (having taken
advantage of it several times) slapped Terri on the ass whenever she walked by, to
the cheers and cat-calls of his coworkers. The already-apparent leer on Scott's
face frightened Terri badly. She still had welts from being whipped by Scott and
his wife in the supply room.
Scott would play a very important role in tonight's party. His wife, Angela, had
been excluded by gender. But he would give her a "blow-by-blow" description
(literally--he would tell as she blew) when he made it home. Angela, in turn,
would retell the story tomorrow morning, to all the female employees. Who would of
course have to do twice as much work tomorrow, since all the men would get the day
off to recover from the festivities. It would be made clear that it was all thanks
to the cheap, big-titted, airheaded bimbo who worked for the boss.
Terri was now receiving instruction from Danielle. Proceed to the next phase. She
tried hard not to cry....but eventually had to excuse herself for a few minutes to
the ladies room.
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"W....we're going to play a game...." Terri began.
"Strip poker?" someone in back yelled hopefully. Everyone cheered and laughed,
except Terri, who blushed.
Trembling, she continued. "We're going to play truth or dare....I'm....the only
one....who will be asked.....questions....." Fighting back tears. Thinking good
thoughts....
"And don't even think of taking all 'truth' and no 'dare'," Danielle hissed in her
ear.
A man in front volunteered to go first. Terri chose "truth".
"Have you ever been unfaithful to your husband?"
Terri whispered a "yes". The crowd responded with "oohs" and "ahhhs".
Next person. Daniel, from Accounting. A rather shy guy, so Terri risked going
with "dare".
Blushing, the young man fumbled with his request. "Undo....another one of your
buttons...." Terri, trembling a little, complied. With five buttons undone, much
of her green bra was visible. Quite a view.
The questions came from around the room. Truth. Terri telling about her first
time with a man. Truth again. Terri admitting that she swallowed cum, and liked
the taste of it (actually two questions, but everyone but Terri was free to bend
the rules any way they liked). Dare. Another button gone. Truth. Terri
admitting that she loved showing off her big tits for men. Dare. A french kiss
with the new guy in Human Resources, with him groping her massive boobs through her
shirt while everyone else egged him on. Dare. Another button gone, and Terri's
white shirt hanging completely open, her delectable triple-D's bursting out of her
lacy green bra.
Then....Scott's turn. Terri couldn't even begin to imagine what sick, twisted
things this man would make her do. So....
"Truth."
"Truth," Scott repeated. He leaned forward. "Are you wet, Terri?"
"Wh....what?"
"Are you wet, you dumb bimbo. Is your pussy dripping wet with juices. Are you
getting turned on by making a complete whore out of yourself." Mouths dropped
open, and stayed that way awaiting the hapless blonde's answer.
"No," Terri lied. Then her eyes widened in horror, as Scott got up.
"I think in all fairness, we should check this out for ourselves...." Reaching
down, Scott lifted Terri's skirt, revealing her green panties. Which were soaked.
To emphasize, Scott eased his hand into her panties, rustling through her jet-black
pubic hair, then sliding his middle finger up into her dripping wet love hole.
Withdrawing, he held up his finger, glistening with the slut's juices, up for all
to see. It looked like he was flipping the bird to the crowd. Then he offered the
finger to Terri, who, now quietly sobbing, closed her eyes and resignedly took the
finger into her mouth, sucking it clean of her own betraying juices. The men,
meanwhile, roared in mock outrage at her lie.
"Looks like you lied, little girl...." Scott whispered. Then aloud, "Terri will be
punished for this. But first, let's have a look at what we all came here to see."
With that, Scott roughly pulled Terri's shirt off of her. The cat-calls went up,
and the men urged Scott to take her bra off of her as well.
Instead, Scott led Terri to a small table, and bent her over it. Then he pulled up
her skirt, bunching it up under her belly and revealing the blonde's shapely ass.
The men whooped and hollered.
"Now, this slut gets punished. Everyone, please form a line. Each of you will get
to spank Terri's cute little ass." To emphasize, Scott fondled the hostess'
asscheeks. "Those of you with belts on, can feel free to take them off and use
them."
Terri pleaded softly. "Scott....please.....I'm sorry...."
Scott leaned close. "Don't forget to thank each man, and apologize for being such
a lying slut. Or we'll do this all night."
Wracked with sobs, Terri gripped the edges of the table until her knuckles turned
white. One by one, each man stepped up and whipped her. Some, mercifully, used
only their bare hands. The rest used belts. Each time, Terri sobbed "Thank
you....I'm sorry for being such a lying slut....." Her ass was now on fire.
After the spanking line, the men formed two lines, one at Terri's head and one at
her feet. She felt her panties being ripped off of her, followed by a large cock
being slid roughly up her slit. Terri opened her mouth in a gasp, and it was
immediately stuffed with another cock. Having no choice in the matter, Terri did
what she now did best.
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In the booth, watching via closed circuit cameras, Danielle watched breathlessly.
She had stripped herself naked so that she could easily access any part of her body
which ached for attention. Like her cunt was aching now. The young VP slipped her
favorite toy up her cunt as she watched Terri get her just desserts.
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The men in the "bottom" line had a choice between Terri's cunt or ass. A punch
bowl full of condoms had been brought out. The blonde's eyes had widened when she
saw how many condoms were there. For what seemed like hours, Terri was reduced to
a fuck-machine, using her mouth, pussy and ass to service the endless supply of
hard, pumping, spurting cocks of her co-workers.
Finally all the men returned to their seats, and Terri lay bent over the table,
unmoving, humiliated and exhausted. Her belly felt bloated with cum from all the
cocks she had sucked. (Word of her oral expertise had spread, and many of the men
who had been fucking her cunt and/or ass had held back and saved their jism for the
saucy blonde's mouth.)
Scott went up to her. "Get up," he growled. He roughly helped Terri to her feet.
The blonde bimbo, clad in bra, skirt and heels, stood there staring into space. "I
have another truth or dare question for you. And I'm sure you know the penalty for
lying by now." Terri nodded resignedly. "How many men can you service at the same
time?"
Terri did the math. "S...six." Barely a whisper.
"Six," Scott repeated aloud. "OK....we have thirty people here. We're going to
divide you up into five teams. Each team will fuck this little whore," stopping
to fondle the woman's ample boobs, "and whoever fucks her the best wins. The prize
will be a day off--" cheers erupted "--and our little Terri here will do anything
you want for a week." This was met with even more cheers.
So they divided the men into five teams. The first team, which Scott was on, took
its place. The first order of business was to get the buxom secretary naked. Her
skirt was yanked off and cast into the throng. Then came the moment all had been
waiting for, as Scott reached behind Terri and undid the clasps of her bra. Her
gorgeous, firm triple-D boobs were revealed in all their glory, and every man there
silently beheld this sight in admiration.
Then it was time to start. Terri, clad only in her white pumps, was led back to
the table. "Anyone who's going to be fucking this slut's tits or asshole, might
want to consider getting some lubrication." To emphasize, he grabbed a handful of
the secretary's blonde hair, forcing her down on him. To Terri, he urged, "You
better get it lubed up real nice....after all, it's your ass....That's it, slobber
all over it, slut....." Then Scott was ready. He lay on the table, and two other
men lowered Terri's ass onto his erect prick. Scott then pulled Terri down on top
of him, so that her back was to his chest, and ordered the blonde to start fucking.
Despite the burning pain in her ever-sore asshole, Terri began carefully moving her
ass, impaling herself on Scott's dick. Scott then grabbed a mammoth breast in each
hand and shoved them tightly together. Daniel from Accounting (not quite as shy
anymore, after having fucked the gorgeous secretary's mouth and filling it with his
cum) straddled Terri and slipped his meat first into her mouth, then between her
tits.
The other men took their places. One cock eased into Terri's cunt, and another man
turned her head to the side, bringing her face to face with his cock, which he
slipped into her mouth. To finish it off, two men took their places next to the
table, and one throbbing prick was placed into each of her hands.
Terri had been gang-fucked in the past. One time, on a dare in college, she had
done four guys in a multitude of positions, and then staggered home at four in the
morning, their cum dripping from her hair, her face, and her pussy. And several
times Danielle had arranged for Terri to be gang-banged, in local motels and
sometimes even in Terri's home, in the bed she shared with her husband. But those
people had mostly been strangers whom she would never have to see again. This was
totally different. Terri would have to go back to work the next day, and face
these people. She would have to prepare paperwork for them, to make coffee for
them, to run errands for them. And now that they knew how things were for Terri,
she would no doubt have to fuck them whenever and wherever they wished. This
humiliated her even more than the six hard cocks which were now fucking her from
every direction. The tears were pouring, and Terri was alternately sobbing and
moaning. How had her life come to this? she asked herself for the thousandth time.
Scott whispered in her ear. "You know you love it. Just get used to the idea that
you're a whore, and this will be a lot easier for you. Think about how wet your
cunt is right now. You love it." Through the earpiece, she could hear the unseen
Danielle moaning in pleasure, no doubt using her fingers or some toy on herself
while watching her rival's debasement. Terri just wanted to curl up and die.
Daniel was the first. The sight of his cock disappearing between the finest pair
of tits he had ever seen, proved to be overwhelming. With a gasp, he spurted all
over Terri's neck, then took his cock into his hand and carefully aimed the rest of
his load evenly over her abundant breasts.
The guy fucking her mouth was next. Even when Terri was being completely degraded
in the middle of a gang rape, her skilled mouth still expertly performed its task.
She moaned softly as she felt the cock tense up, and she prepared to swallow. Cum
began spurting and she swallowed as fast as she could, but it wasn't fast enough
and his white gooey jism leaked out of the corners of her mouth. Secretly Terri
fired off a silent prayer that it would drip down onto Scott's face. Finally
sensing that the fellatrice's mouth was overfull, the man pulled out and
distributed the remainder of his seed all over her face and hair.
The man crawled off, and Terri was thankful that at least her mouth could get a
rest for a few minutes. Her relief was short-lived, however, as the two men whom
she was jacking off hopped up on the table, replacing the two cocks which had been
fucking her mouth and tits. Terri was bucking and moaning in rhythm with the men
fucking her twat and her asshole. She was extremely wet and had already had two
orgasms. Scott was right. She was a whore.
The man fucking the blonde's cunt tensed up, then began filling her with his jism.
As she felt his hot cum shooting against the walls of her pussy, she went with him,
screaming through the cock she was sucking off (which then began twitching, then
spurting, filling the vixen's mouth with more seed.) Then it was down to the man
screwing her boobs, and Scott anally raping her.
"Open your mouth," the tit-fucker ordered her. Terri obeyed, even slightly
sticking her tongue out knowing what was coming. The man took his cock in his hand
and stroked it. "Here it comes, whore...." he promised, taking aim at the blonde
pixie's already cum-drenched mouth. Releasing, he shot a stream of jism which
missed Terri's mouth entirely, instead adding to the sticky mess already drying on
her cheek. The second spurt found its mark, gushing against the roof of her mouth
in a seemingly endless stream. She closed her mouth to swallow but he kept
cumming, coating her lips and splattering everywhere, up her nose and all over her
chin, neck and in her hair. Then he slid his prick back into her mouth and pumped
the remainder of his load down her throat.
Now only Scott was left. Leaving his cock inside her tender ass, he rolled Terri
over and directed her to her hands and knees. He had not had a wide range of
motion while pinned underneath the voluptuous blonde, but was determined to make up
for it. Pulling his cock all the way out of Terri, he teased the rosebud of her
asshole with his cockhead. Then with a swift motion he buried himself up to the
hilt in her reamed asshole. Terri cried out in surprise and pain, as Scott began
sawing in and out of the blonde's ass. As he fucked her, Scott caressed her
asscheeks, which were reddened and covered with angry welts from the punishment the
poor slut had suffered earlier.
"Finger your cunt," Scott demanded. Terri supported herself on one hand as she
reached down and slipped a finger in her cum-filled pussy. "Now tell me how much
you love being fucked."
"Oh....Scott...I love being fucked...." Terri choked.
SMACK! Scott's hand stung the blonde's ass.
"YES! I love being fucked by you!!!!!"
SMACK!!!!
"More...."
SMACK!!!!!!
"MORE, SCOTT OHGODFUCKME!!!!!!SPANK ME!!!!!!!FUCK ME!!!!!!" Terri was now
thrusting back against him with the full force of her petite frame. Her body was
convulsing, confused by the mixed sensations. The sting of Scott's hand, spanking
Terri's reddened, but still lovely, asscheeks.....the growing pleasure in her cunt,
induced by her expert fingers.....the burning agony of Scott's cock thrusting in
and out of her worn, abused asshole.
"YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEAH!!!!!!!!!!!" Terri screamed, quite literally having
been fucked senseless. Scott could stand no more. Grabbing the slut's hips, he
pulled her toward him, burying himself in her ass and releasing his cum into her
anal canal, and collapsing on top of her. Terri, too, collapsed....in tears.
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Scott led the slut to the ladies room, reminding her that there were four more
groups waiting to gang fuck her, and that she had better hurry up and get herself
cleaned up. Just glad to be away from Scott for a few minutes, Terri fled to the
safe haven of the restroom, confident that it couldn't get worse....but she was
wrong.
"My....don't you look delicious!" Danielle, sitting on the bathroom counter, naked
and fingering her shaved cunt, remarked to the cum covered blonde slut
