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After some five minutes or so, graham looked at me and spoke.

"How are you feeling?"

"Fucked!"

"Now now, we don’t call that fucking. Do we? They were just loosening you up. Isn’t that right?"

"I guess so."

"So would you say the loosening-up session worked?"

"Yes."

"So would you say you’re ready to pay of the bet you lost?"

"Oh god, I forgot about that."

"I take it your arse is still a virgin arse."

"Yes."

"Ok, I’ll take it easy on you; until you tell me you’re you want it harder."

"Will it hurt me?"

"Like all these things, the first few thrusts will smart as little, but before I’ve been on you for long, you’ll be asking me to fuck you with all I’ve got. I guess I’m a bit like your Harry, I haven’t got a big dick like these guys, you’ll take me without any problem. So are you ready?"

"Yes. But please go gentle."

"Ok camera ready. Come-on, on your back, and grab your legs, pull them up as high as you can. I want your bottom right up here for the camera to focus on."

"You’re not doing this on camera?"

"Oh yes we are. I want to see you bottom before and after. So get your legs up, and tell the camera, I fucking your arse with your full permission."

Up I pulled my legs, showing my bottom to the lens. Then looking at the camera through the ‘V’ my legs were forming.

"Graham has my permission to fuck my bottom."

"Good girl. Ok you two, grab her legs, and don’t let her back off me."

John and Richard grabbed an ankle apiece and pulled my legs high and wide.

"What are you doing?"

"I’m gona’ fuck this pretty little arse, so hold onto your garters girl."

He lowered himself up to my bottom, and his dick pushed at my hole. The whole of that area was covered in spunk and cunt juice, so there was no problem with lubrication. My bottom opened, and up he pushed. It was a very weird sensation, and the first minute or so, I was kicking and struggling for all I was worth, but they had got me a in a very tight hold.

Then as he pumped deeper, and there were guys sucking at my tits, I started to mellow, and the struggling stopped. Then I started to feel my pussy getting very excited, he was fucking my arse, but it was my pussy that was driving me. Before I realised what I was doing, I was starting to moan silly words again.

"Oh oh oh y yes. Yes graham. Fuck it. Harder. Oh yes that’s it fuck it."

Needless to say he rammed for all he was worth, and I squirted from my pussy a few second after he’d shot up my arse, and pulled out.

"Shit that was fantastic. What a fucking find. She really is a goer’"

Then John turned to Graham who was still laid on his back recovering.

"Are we gona’ bother with the last two scenarios?"

Graham sat up.

"Yeh. Why not. It’s good to keep letting her come down, and then breaking her again."

John looked at me.

"Ok love, there’s a shower tray over there, get yourself cleaned-up, and I’ll find you some clothes to wear."

I suddenly started to come to my senses. They’re going to start taking pictures of me. This is where it all pays off; I’m really going to be a model. I was filled with such a feeling of elation. I know they’d tricked me, and I’d fucked, when I said that I wouldn’t go that far. But what the hell, my husband fucks me whenever he wants to, and he’s never made me into a super star.

I was under the shower, singing away to myself, still in full view of all eleven men, and I couldn’t care less. Then as I’d finished washing, someone passed me a big towel, and I dried myself down. I was being helped by two of the black guys, Blake, and I think the other was Jake, but who cares what his name is. These guys soon took-over my drying, by carrying me to the bed, and patting me all over while I lay spread-eagled.

The bed had been changed, and it now had clean fresh smelling black satin sheets to lie on. Then they passed me some clothes, and told me to put them on. What they had given me was the kind of outfit you’d expect a nightclub hostess to wear. Short dress, low cut top, stockings and skimpy knickers.

"Oh good, we're going to do the photo shoot now. I might have known this would be the kind of gear you’d want to photograph me in."

"Well not really, I still have two little acting rolls for you to play-out for me first. That is if you don’t mind?"

"I guess so, what do they involve?"

"Look I’ll be honest; you’ve already got the contract, even if you don’t do these last two things for me. But it would really be the icing on the cake, if you do this just to please me."

"Ok, tell me what you expect me to do, and if I can do it, I promise I will."

"Oh my dear, this is something that I know you can do, it’s just depends if you want to please me or not. Your ability was never in doubt; you’ve already shown us that you’ve got what it takes. I’m sure you realise that costume you’ve got on makes you look like a club hostess? And over there are two of my studs all dressed-up sitting at what could be a night club table.

"Here is a tray of drinks. And behind the curtains they just put on that frame, is the bed you’ve just been using. So your last two scenes are both opposite ends of the emotional spectrum. This first one, you play a hostess slut, who willingly takes money from two customers, to go into the private room, behind that curtain. Then she lets both men have her at once, and shows she’s enjoying it. What’s wrong? You look like you don’t like the sound of this scene?"

"If my interpretation of what you just said is right, I’m not sure I do."

"Oh that’s a shame; that will disappoint me. Tell you what, you think about it for a minute, I just need to go and spend a penny, I won’t be long."

As soon as he’d left the room, Richard took my arm.

"For gods sake Brenda, don’t you realise he’s still testing you?"

"But he said, I’ve already been selected, and this last bit was only voluntary."

"Fuck what he said! Don’t tell me you’re willing to screw-up now, after you’ve gone this far. All you’ve done will have all been for nothing if you fuck-up now."

"But if I understand what he was asking, he expects me to let both of them fuck me at once. I’ve seen a video of that kind of thing, and I don’t think I could do that, especially with two men hung like horses."

"Maybe it would be a bit extreme; taking two men as big as them, but if I can get him to maybe let you do it with him and John? Neither of them are that big, you’d take both of them without any problem."

"I don’t know. I don’t like the thought of it."

"Well take my word, if you refuse him, you can kiss that contract goodbye, and the bastard will leave you out here in the moors to walk home naked."

The door opened, and in came Graham.

"Well my lovely, have you had time to think?"

My head was spinning; I didn’t know what to say.

"Yes."

"What you mean yes you’ll do it? That’s wonderful; I can’t begin to tell you how glad I am."

"No. Sorry, I didn’t mean I’d decided to do it."

"So what did you mean?"

"I mean, yes I’ve had time to think about it."

"So I take it from that, that you’ve thought, and decided not to try and please me?"

"Honest, I do want to please you, but what you’re asking is too much."

"IS IT? WELL IF THAT’S THE CASE."

His manner was very agitated, and the level of his voice rose. I began to realise Richard was telling me the truth. So I butted in before Graham had finished talking.

"Please graham. I hadn’t finished. I was just going to suggest another idea."

"Another idea? And what makes you think I need ideas from you?"

"Please listen. I really do want to please you, but taking two men inside me for the first time is bad enough, but I really don’t think I could take two men with dicks the size of your men here."

"We both know that once they’d eased you in a bit, you could take those two guys at once if you wanted to. And we both know the only problem you’d have would be stopping yourself from asking them to go all the way, and fuck you for real."

"Please, not for my first time? Maybe I could do the scene with you and Richard?"

"So you’re willing to do the double with me and Richard?"

"Yes, but it is only a simulation for the camera, you’re not going to fuck me for real?"

"Of course it’s only a simulation. What do you think we’re doing here, making porn movies? Ok, we’ll go for that, but I don’t see why John should get left out. John can join us, and we’ll take turns on you. Is that a deal?"

"Ok, I’ll do it. What happens next?"

So now I’d somehow talked myself into letting three men fuck me!

"Good girl. Now we’ve got the business of whether you get selected or not out of the way, I know you’re going this far just to please me. And that does feel good. Right you two, she doesn’t want you for this scene, so you can stand down. But Blake, you can give her directions. Come-on lads, looks like we’re on set."

With that, the two studs moved away from the little table, and Graham, John and Richard all sat around it.

Blake went through what I was expected to do as far a serving the drinks, and picking-up the punters. But he said once behind the curtains, let them just put you into what position they want. All you have to do is look happy, and go with the flow. I picked-up the tray and took them their drinks. When I got to the table, I stood close to John, with my legs just slightly parted.

I made sure that I stretched myself right over the table when I gave Graham his drink. John took the opportunity to have a little play with my cunt. All I did was to lift one leg a bit allowing him greater access. His fingers were up inside my cunt, and he was ramming me hard. Then Graham spoke.

"How much would it cost to take you into a private room?"

"Sorry buddy, if you need to ask, you can’t afford me."

He them took a platinum credit card from his wallet, and placed it on my tray.

"Ok darling. Now you’ve got the money, lead us to where we can sample your goodies."

I slipped the card into a little purse, and spun around, dislodging John’s fingers, and marched towards the curtains. They followed, and we were soon stood around the bed, all of them stripping off. I did the same, and we were soon all naked.

They all got onto the bed, and lay down on their backs, I was then beckoned to kneel on the bed, and go from dick to dick until I’d got them all aroused. I worked my way back and forth between them, using both my hands, and my mouth. During this process, I had their hands all over my body. Needless to say, by the time they were all worked-up and hard, I was more than worked-up. My cunt was dripping juice, and throbbing with anticipation.

Graham was already on his back, and the other two got to their knees, and positioned me in a squatting stance with my bottom directly above his dick, facing away from him. They eased me down, until his dick touched my bottom. Then John pushed a finger up my cunt, rubbed it around a little, and drew it out complete with lots of slimy cunt juice. This he poked up my bottom, and he once again rubbed his finger around, this time up my bum. Then as his finger came out, they eased me down onto Graham’s eager dick.

Graham had also been rubbing around my cunt to collect my juice, and he’d lubricated his shaft. So when they lowered me down, the dick slid in the whole way, until the cheeks of my bum were on his hips. Then graham’s hands reached around my tits, and he pulled me back down towards himself.

I lay back on him, and he began pumping his shaft in and out of my bum. This was supposed to be a simulation for the filming, so I tried to remind Graham of that.

"Its ok, you’ve got it all in. There’s no need to ease it up now."

"I’ve told you before; I know what I’m doing. While we’re filming, the only use for your mouth is to swallow cum, so SHUT THE FUCK UP."

He now increased the pace of his fucking, drawing his full length almost out, and ramming it back as violently as he could.

"Ok john, you fuck her cunt, and don’t go easy on her, I want her well and truly gone."

John was all for this kind of instruction, and he was instantly forcing his dick into my cunt. I expected this to be a real painful experience, especially with John following his orders. But no, up it went, and all it did was send me from my conscious state, into a state of sexual frenzy. I heard graham saying something else, but I was too far gone to understand or care. But as Richard was soon pushing his dick into my mouth, and down my throat, I expect that was what he’d instructed. This session was somewhat of a blur, as taking two men at once, cunt and arse, drove my little body wild.

I do know they stopped after a short while, and all changed places, but who was where I neither knew nor cared. Then I felt someone shooting hot cum up my bum, and this triggered my first orgasm of this session. They all pulled out, to watch me squirt, and I could sense there were three men standing above me shooting their cum over my body. Then as I was eased down again, this time I was laid face downwards, and the man under me, was going up my cunt.

As he slid effortlessly up to his full length he started fucking me, and as I look down at his grinning face. It was John, and I know I was far gone, but it still seamed unusual for him to be grinning like this. I’d expect him to be happy; he was fucking me after all. But this was different, a wicked grin, like a cheeky school-boy. Then as the dick started probing my arse, John stopped his thrusting, just long enough to give the man on top of me a chance to get his dick end located in my bum.

But this wasn’t one of the three men in suits, it was far too big. This must have been one of the studs. So that was what john found amusing. Now even though my bum is tighter, and initially it hurt more with the big dick, once this guy got my hole open, he was up to his full length in seconds.

Now they both started their thrusting, and with a dick in excess of twelve inches long up your bum, this is a lot of thrusting. My cunt and arse were getting pulled from pillar to post, well mainly my bum. Then once the initial pangs of pain had subsided, I felt like I was in heaven. Who went next, how many times I cum, I can’t recall.

The rest of this session is quite vague in my mind, but as far as I’m aware, they only had one of the studs join in with their fucking. They repeatedly fucked all my holes, shooting their cum when and wherever they wanted to. I put up absolutely no resistance, on the contrary, once worked-up, I loved every minute. And when they eventually stopped, I lay there with a satisfied smile.

Again I was allowed to come back to normality, and it’s only then, that it really hits you. To find yourself with cameras and men all around, while you’re laid spread wide covered in cum, it really makes you feel small and vulnerable.

"You’re back with us again. I told you that you wouldn’t have a problem taking one of my studs. You did well their, when you’re ready you can shower-up again, then we can do our last scene, and you’ll be done for the day."

I felt like I’d been done already, in fact I didn’t think I could stand up. I wobbled my way across to the shower, and the water did seem to rejuvenate me a little. Then as I was handed a towel, two of the Black guys helped me back to the bed, where they proceeded to dry me down.

One guy handed me one of those energy drinks, and said.

"Come-on girl, this’ll help."

"Thanks."

I drank it down in seconds, and sat there gasping for breath.

"Hey girl. Steady on. There's no need to rush, we can wait for you."

"She certainly looks fucked."

"So she should, she’s done well for a novice."

Then Graham came across and put a pile of clothes down on the bed beside me.

"How are you feeling now?"

"I’m ok. Just a little tired."

Well when you’re ready, you can get yourself dressed, and I've just got this one last scene for you to do. I’ll explain what it’s about, but don’t think I’m rushing you, take as much time as you want. And remember, this is like the last scene you did for me, it’s purely to please me, no pressure, and you’ve already earned your contract."

Now while he was telling me I had all the time in the world, Richard was stood up behind him gesturing like crazy. He couldn’t actually say anything, otherwise graham would have known. But it was obvious from Richard’s gestures, that I didn’t have all the time in the world, and like last time he was indicating Graham would sling me out if I didn’t do as I was told. Who should I believe? The only thing I knew was, that if I did ‘Fuck-up’ at this last stage, as Richard had put it, then everything I’d been through would have been for nothing. So far, I’d been fucked, sorry ‘eased open’, in every conceivable hole, so what ever came next couldn’t be much worse.

Back to Graham who was now telling me this last scene was to show the opposite emotion to the last one, this was to be fear. I had decided to follow Richards’s advice, and the clothes I’d now started to put on, would make me look like a respectable straight laced woman. Long skirt, high neckline, dark colours etc.

They'd changed the look of the place, one wall of the studio now had a backdrop that looked like a brick wall, and the floor was covered in a rubber sheet, that look to all the world like cobbles. He explained the lighting would be low, to simulate a dark night. And by a series of shooting me walking, then going back to the start again, and re-shooting, they’d give the illusion of me walking down a long lonely road in the dark. I had to pretend I heard noises, and look scared. Then the five men would appear, and surround me. They would then film a simulated rape scene.

Now I’d heard about his ‘simulation’ before, and even believed him. But every time, I’d just ended up being fucked. So I had no reason to believe this time would be different.

"Well what do you think; will you do this last little scene for me?"

"If I say yes, then I wont be asked to do anything more, and I’ll get my lift back home?"

"That’s the deal; you can be snuggled up on the back seat of the Jag, with a contract in your pocket, speeding your way back home down the motorway in no time."

"But the rape scene, they won’t just be simulating their fucking?"

"What! Are you asking if they can fuck you for real?"

"No, I’m just saying, you say it will be a simulation, and then when I agree to do it, I always end up getting fucked."

"Fucking hell! Just when I thought we were getting on so well. So you don’t want the contract after all?"

Why had I opened my mouth, I know what I said was true, but why the fuck did I say anything. Now I had to rapidly eat shit to calm him down again.

"Please. I didn't say I won’t do it. Please just try to forget I spoke. I will do the scene."

"I don’t know about you anymore. Just when I was thinking what a good little girl you’d been, you get all bitchy."

"Please. I promise, I'll be that good little girl again. Please let me do the scene for you."

"Ok, but I’ll want a full consent statement direct to camera before we start shooting."

"Ok. Just tell me what you want me to say."

So here I was facing the camera reading from an out of shot clipboard.

"High guys. My name is Brenda. I’m thirty years old, and normally I'm your everyday house wife. But today I’m moonlighting in this studio with five handsome hunks. And although the action you're gona' see is definitely real, don't worry about me, they're not really raping me, and my screams will only be acting. So by the time I get to speak to you on camera again, I’ll have been fucked by the best. So this is Brenda saying bye for now, and wish me luck, cos’ looking at the equipment these guys are packing, I’m gona’ need it."

"Very good, now let’s see you in action. First of all, a few slow walks, looking nervously behind you".

Well before I knew where we were, the preliminary stuff was over. We were at the bit where the five men all dressed in old tatty clothing, converged in on me forcing me back to the brick wall with nowhere to go. I can remember the first few tugs, as they started ripping the clothes from me, you wouldn’t imagine just how much that can hurt you. But then my clothing was gone, and they’d got me on the cobbles, my first thought was, how comfortable these cobbles were. They’d looked real, but were only rubber, and even though I was thrown down roughly, it was painless. But from then on, I can tell you, the pain started. No working me up, no time to get aroused. And even though I knew it wasn’t real, just the scene with five rough men surrounding me, had got me scared.

So as these guys hauled my legs open, and one of them rammed me, I wasn’t prepared for the pain. I let out a shriek, and all I got back was laughter. They weren’t caressing my nipples; they were biting them, and biting hard. Someone started ramming my throat, but he was told to leave me to scream. Which I can tell you I was doing; I was screaming that loud, it was hurting my own ears. I was turned over, and now had another man forcing himself up my bum. My screaming must have gone on for about five minutes.

Gradually I lost the energy to scream, as the pain was now subsiding. My revulsion had gradually turned into a resignation of my situation. Once I reached that stage, my cunt juices, started to kick-in. So from now on, I was a willing participant, sucking and fucking in what ever position or combination they wanted.

And they wanted every position known to man. I guess most of the time I had one up my cunt, one up my arse, and one in my mouth, with my hands wanking the other two. But I know at one stage, they had two guys in my cunt at the same time! Well I kept cuming, and so did they, in every hole, and everywhere. They didn’t stop until all five of them could produce no more spunk. Then they simply walked away and left me on the cobbles.

"Ok Brenda, can you look up a minute?"

It was graham. I slowly lifted my head, and could hardly see him for the spunk in my eyes.

"You did real well, now the closing line for the film, just wipe some of that cum from your eye, and read the board for me."

I didn’t feel like doing this, but once done, I knew it would all be over.

"High again guys. I was going to say, I don’t feel quite so spunky as last time I spoke to you, but I guess looking at me, you’ll all think I’m spunky enough. Well I hope you enjoyed that as much as me. And don’t forget, I’m just an ordinary housewife, not a stuck-up snob. So if you ever meet me in the street, come and tell me if you liked my little show. Now bye for now, and we’ll leave you with a closing picture of my cunt."

I read it, very badly, and hesitating on some of the sentences. But as it was live to camera, I hadn’t got time to workout what I was saying before it was spoken.

"Right my dear, that’s the filming over. Are you ready to fuck?"

I looked at him in complete amazement, I’d almost come back down to earth, and his words hit me like a sledgehammer. But it wasn’t just his words, all the camera men, were standing there naked, along with John Richard, and Graham was busy getting himself to the same condition.

They just all piled in, and started fucking me again. I was turned on enough so there was no pain, but it was just a series of being turned from one way to another, and dick after dick shooting up every orifice. They pounded me for what felt like a lifetime, and when they’d done, I really couldn't get to my feet. They had to carry me to the shower tray, and wash me while I lay in a heap. I was dried, and put back into my own clothes. Then carried to the Jag, and off home we went. In seconds I was asleep, and didn’t wake until Richard shook me when we'd reached about half a mile away from my home.

"Are you ok?"

"Oh god, it really happened. I thought it was just a dream. What time is it?"

"Nearly quarter past three. See I told you we’d get you back home before three thirty. How do you feel?"

"Tired."

John spoke up.

"I think she means fucked."

"That’s enough. There's no need to rub it in, I bet she feels bad enough already without you going on."

"That’s ok. I can take his comments. What happens now?"

"What do you mean? We’ll drop you of at your house, and you can go and pick up your baby."

"No I mean what happens about the modelling contract, how long before someone gets in touch with me?"

"Hah hah. The stupid bitch still hasn’t clicked."

"Richard. What’s he laughing at? Please don’t tell me that was all a con trick."

"Sorry girl. I thought you’d have realised by now."

I curled back up into a ball, and burst into tears.

"Don’t feel too bad. Everyone fall for it. You’re number fifty-one. So far, we’ve conned five women every week, and every single one has let us film them being fucked. Admittedly some took more persuading than you, but on the other hand, some took a lot less. But tomorrow, we’ll have some other would-be model sitting back there, with her cunt getting all moist, wondering just how much she’ll have to show to get selected.

"By the afternoon, she’ll be like you are now, feeling so stupid, with her cunt and arse full of cum. Just put it down to experience, and be glad we weren’t murdering rapists. You're back home in time to feed baby, and make Harry’s tea, so no real harm done."

"You fucking bastards! I’m phoning the police the second I get in."

"That’s no problem my dear, maybe you’ll remember, that before we got you to do anything, or any of us touched you, you always gave us permission on camera. And if you want to go to a police station, and have lots of hairy arsed plods gauping up your twat to see how much cum you took, then be our guest. But don't forget, hubby won't be to happy his wife was so fucking silly that she went of in a car with two men she’d never even seen before. Anyway, this is your house. So do we get a goodbye kiss?"

"Fuck-off."

And with that I slammed the door as hard as I could. The window wound down.

"I’ll take that as a no then. Bye Brenda, keep them legs open, cos’ if you can’t get famous showing your clit, your face certainly ain't gona' do it for you."

I guess that’s the end of this part of my story, I picked up baby, and made Harry’s tea, as they’d told me to, so I was even following their instructions now they’d gone. There is more to this tale, and it does involve me unwilling letting a complete stranger fuck me. But after that I get very withdrawn, and devote my life to the church. Well that turned out to be an even bigger mistake.

But you won’t here about that, unless I get enough email to show people are interested.

THE END?

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