This is a true story, pieced together by me, from small snippets of information given to me by the central character. It came about because her husband had read on of my previous stories, and felt the events in my story were similar to what must have happened to his own wife. I say felt, because although his wife had admitted she’d had sex with other men; he knew by her state, she’d not done it willingly. And on her part, she was so ashamed by her involuntary capitulation, that she couldn’t bring herself to explain to him what had actually taken place. Apart from saying through her tears,

“They both had me.”

“No, it wasn’t rape.”

And,

“I don’t want to go to the police.”



So with his encouragement, she contacted me, and gradually the story unfolded. I’ve changed the names of the people involved and the type of work place where she was employed. (Both of these to protect her identity) The actual conversations are my own words, as she couldn’t bring herself to re-live the actual events. But whereas the words used might be different, the meaning behind them and tone in which they were used are authentic. As are the events portrayed.



I am a 5ft 2 inches tall, 23 year old, with shoulder length brunette hair and weigh just under 8 stone (112 pounds); I suppose you would say 'petite', but up here in Glasgow they just say ‘wee lass’. I have Smallish boobs but am told I have good legs and, well men whistle if I pass them. Oh and Ken (my husband) says I have a bum to die for. When my story happened I was working in a factory that manufactured flat-pack kitchens. This day I'd been sent by my supervisor up to the works manager's office. When I arrived at his upstairs office, I knocked and waited, fearing what he might want me for.

“COME IN.”

He called loudly. As I opened the door I could see he was sat down behind his big desk. He pointed to a chair on my side of his desk,

“Sit yourself down lass.”

He picked up a glossy brochure, and handed it to me. It was a fitted kitchen and a woman with a big beaming smile holding up a dish dripping with water. She was obviously supposed to be tickled pink with having this wonderful new kitchen.



“What do you think?”

“About what? That isn't one of our kitchens, is it?”

“No. But the idea of the advert. A woman will pick up a brochure to look at the kitchens. But a man won't. But by putting her on the front, you're just as likely to get a man to pick it up. Then, what's he gonna say he's looking at when his wife asks?”

“I see. That's good thinking.”

“You bet it is.”



“I'm thinking about the same kind of thing for our stuff.”

“What a glossy brochure?”

“Well no. I couldn't run to that, but just a single sheet, still a glossy picture, just something to lay on shop counters and the like.”

“Sounds great. But isn't there some kind of copyright or something?”

“Only if we use their idea. But I think a girl with a clip board, all the little check boxes ticked. One of the bottom cupboard doors open, and her bent over, looking like she's just ticking off the last cupboard check.”



“Yes, I guess that would work.”

“It would say across the top, ‘we get someone who knows what a kitchen is used for, to make sure our kitchens are going to delight our customers'.

“That's really good.”

“So are you interested?”

“Me? Interested in what?”

“Being the girl in the advert.”



“You are joking?”

“No. My brother Max is a professional photographer, we have all the units we need. All we need is a sexy girl. And they don't come any sexier than you. Especially if you're bent over showing that bum of yours.”

“Oh I don't think I dare.”

“It's all above board. And you'll be wearing overalls.”

“I don't know.”

“You'll get two hundred quid, and the picture will only take two hours at most.”



I sat there thinking, what would Ken say (my husband). Then knowing he'd recently lost his job, and money in our house was tight. I said,

“Yes, I'll do it. Thank you so much for thinking of me for the job.”

“That's alright. After all, we couldn't use one of the canteen ladies. Imagine if we got old Gladys to bend down looking into a cupboard, nobody would be able to see the kitchen units.”

Then he laughed, and I joined in. But in truth I didn't think it funny, just a nasty thing to say. Then he added,

“Ok, run along, and once it's arranged, I'll let you know the details."



When I got home and told Ken, he at first looked a little concerned, but once he knew I would be wearing company overalls, and the pictures had to be respectable to appear on shop counters, he suddenly began to show real excitement and I'm sure more than a little pride. The session with Max taking the pictures was done one Saturday afternoon, and it took a lot longer than Graham (Mr James had now told me to call him this) had said.



The reason for this was instead of just the one picture Graham had described, Max took pictures of me doing everything but walking a tight-rope. I stood on a stool reaching up to cupboards. Bent down into cupboards. I sat on work tops; even lay down on the work top. In short, if it was possible for him to pose me with the kitchen units as my background, then he had me in that pose.



Part of getting me into the poses he wanted, involved him first holding my hand, helping me up to the stool or what ever. But gradually I found his hand under my bottom, just guiding me. Or on my waist, turning me this way or that. Nothing as crude as feeling my bust, or groping in between my legs, but touching, never the less. But as this man was a professional photographer, and like his brother a respectable business man in his forties, I assumed it must be a necessary part of the modelling. And, anyway, I couldn't imagine two men about town making a play for me, a married woman, dressed in overalls. So I let the touching carry on unabated. But at no time was there any suggestion of loosening any buttons to reveal any flesh. But I will say this; the overalls weren't the ones I'd normally wear at work. They were specially made, and not only had the company name emblazoned on front and back, but were cut in a styled fashion, allowing my bust, hips and bottom to be shown to full effect.



The results were great, but just one picture was used, out of, I'm guessing, maybe a hundred taken. One of me lent forwards, as he'd first suggested. Clip board in hand, but my bottom was very evident even in overalls. My first reaction was, to think Ken might say it was too sexy, but I couldn't have been wider of the mark. He was so over the moon, he'd show the sample sheet I'd been given to any and everyone who came to our house. And even I have to admit, I was proud when anyone mentioned they seen it and recognised me.



But the next few weeks at work, I did get a bit of mickey-taking. Remarks like, ‘Here she comes, the bum that sold a thousand kitchens'. And nearly everybody said something nice, even if some a little cheeky. I ignored any cheeky remarks, but just to be on the safe side, I never went around at work without my overalls. And even in the hottest weather, I didn't follow the advice given me by several helpful co-workers (all men of course).

“It's so hot with overalls on, you aught to strip off to your bra and pants, the overalls will cover you up.”

But hot or not, I always kept my jeans and top on under my overalls. And the overalls fully buttoned up at all times.



Then two weeks after the poster, Graham told my supervisor to send me up to his office, and when I walked in, he was sitting there with his brother Max. He explained that a friend of his had seen the posters, and wanted something similar for his business. I asked what his business was,

“Garments. He wants you to model dresses, skirts, blouses, jeans etc. It won't be boring old kitchen cupboards; this is the glamorous end of the market.”



I blushed, and then said,

“But I don't know if I could do stuff like that.”

Max butted in,

“Trust me Linder; you have a body that could make an old sack look sexy. And I should know, I've taken pictures of hundreds of girls.”

“But I couldn't just say yes now, I'd have to ask my husband.”

“We wouldn't expect anything else, but don't forget to tell him, its five hundred quid cash in hand. And as Donald wants to use some of the photos for a mail order idea of his, if that takes off, there'll be additional bonuses.”



I was so excited when I told Ken, and after at first a show of concern, he then said,

“I'm not saying no, but I think it might be a good idea if I meet these men to make sure it's all kosher.”

“But you Know Graham, you saw him when you went for the interview.”

Ken had tried to get a job at the same place as me, but they hadn't taken him on.

“Yes, but I want to see all of them, just to be sure you're ok.”

“Ok, I'll tell Graham.”

“Graham is it? You used to call him Mr James.”

“But he told me to call him Graham.”

“I'm only ribbing you. Don't worry.”



When I got to work the next day, I went straight to Graham's office, and told him Ken wasn't against the idea, but he wanted to meet them to make sure everything was above board, and discuss the details. Graham picked up his phone, and made a call, I can't remember all his words, but basically he was talking to Donald, and after asking me my phone number, he gave it to him, and told him to ring my Ken, and explain what was expected of me, and what I stood to get in return.



I then went off to my work area, and continued as normal for the day. I'm not sure if you can imagine the thoughts going through my head, here I am doing manual work, earning seven quid an hour, and only a few weeks ago, for three hours lounging around, I got two hundred quid. It felt kind of bizarre. I know the poster thing was just a local distribution, as would be this mail order catalogue, but it felt to me, like I was on the verge of something big, and there were all these thought going on in my head about how it could maybe change my life.



Ok so that was silly, but I'm sure if you ever get into this kind of situation, the same dreams will come to you, no matter how unrealistic. Oh, and by the way, although I may have been dreaming about things to come, I'd never have admitted that to anyone, even my Ken. In fact when he made joking remarks about it being the cat-walk in Parris next, I'd just go all shy and tell him not to be silly.



But when I got home, Ken told me about his conversation with Donald, and said they wanted me to meet them on Sunday morning, bright and early. The rest of the week dragged by, but eventually Sunday morning arrived, and Ken gave me a lift to Donald's factory, where he was waiting with Max (Graham's brother, the photographer). I could see straight away, Donald was also in the same age group as Graham and Max, I'm guessing mid forties.

As my Ken's car pulled away, leaving me on my own with Ken and Donald, Donald climbed up into the driver's seat of this big white van.



The Van was just a Van to me; I'm not into describing these sorts of things. But as I soon found out, it had a double seat in the front for passengers, and a Drivers seat which as I said, Donald had climbed into. As I turned back from waving goodbye to Ken, Max was stood by the passenger side door, holding out his hand to help me in. As I started to make my climb, I felt his hand on my bottom, and he gave me just a little lift, nothing more. I turned and gave him a look, but he just shrugged his shoulders and said,

“What?”



I didn't respond, and soon we were off, me sat in the middle on the long passenger seat. Incidentally, Don, as he now wanted me to call him, did all the driving, whilst I was always seated in the middle of him and Max. As we drove along, and they talked, I looked around, and could see that behind the seats we were on, it was quite a big space. Down each side were racks of clothes, which reached from the back doors, up to about a yard or so from the back of the front seats. On the racks at one side were a few pairs of different coloured jeans and tops, on the other, three or four skirts and two dresses.





We drove for about ten miles to a nearby town, and they stopped the van in the parking area of a little park. Max had spotted an ornamental fountain, and told Don to drive into the gates and park up. It was now the reality of modelling hit me.

“Ok love, in the back, and let's see you in a pair of jeans. Oh and one of those white tops.”

“Do I get changed in the back of the van?”

“Well you can get changed out there in the car-park if you want, but I think you'll soon draw an audience.”



By now Max was out of the van, and I shuffled myself to the edge of the seat, he took hold of my waist and lifted me down. As I walked behind him to the back of the van, he opened the door, and held his hand out to steady me up. I had to stretch one leg high up onto the van floor, and he just slipped his other hand under my crotch, lifting me in. It was a bit embarrassing, but it wasn't as if he actually tried to feel me, or grope in any way. Then as I walked in between the racks, I saw him close the door. I began to take my own stuff off, and as I did so, I could see both of them through the front window of the van, as they stood outside chatting.



The doors weren't locked, and it felt so nerve racking, stripping to bra and pants in these unfamiliar surroundings. The first thing I noticed was that all the clothes, jeans etc, were tight. Jeans sometimes are, even if the size marked inside is supposed to be your fit. But I wondered if maybe they had made a mistake, and got my size wrong. But after a wiggle and pull, I managed to get into them, and then put the top on. This was also tighter than I'd normally wear, making my average size breasts look bigger than they were. I started walking to the back of the van, but as I approached the door, it magically opened. So I guess either Max was psychic, or they'd been watching me get ready. Again, up came his hands, and he took my waist, lifting me to the ground. I posed in maybe twenty or more different poses, none of them in any way daring, but as I say, we were in a public park, even if there weren't many people around. Then Max said,

“Ok let's find a new location.”



So we were off again, me sat in between them, while they chatted about this and that. We went about from place to place, stopping several times, each time the same routine, each time me changing into this and that. One thing I did notice, was from about the second stop onwards, Don made sure he got to the back of the van to help me in, and then again once I'd changed to help me out. From then on, it was as if they were taking turns. The other thing was the frequent touching I'd had with Max while he'd done the pictures for the kitchen poster, gradually returned, it was mostly Max who did this, but Don did touch me a few times.



At no time did either of them get in the van while I was changing, and after a while, I began to feel a lot more confident whilst doing this. And bearing in mind, I knew by the way they always reached the back door before me, that they must be glancing my way, checking on me from the front of the van. But as I reasoned their view could only be down to shoulders or above, it seamed of no consequence. I guess I could say the nervous feeling in my tummy had about disappeared, when Don said,

“The little Chinese number next.”



Harmless enough request, you might think.

“Ok, do I wear anything with it?”

Max replied,

“No. Just the dress, and no Bra, the materials too thin, it'll show through.”

Even this idea seamed reasonable, but just the simple act of removing my bra, knowing they were out the front, got me more than excited. My belly was getting all tight as it does when I get a bit aroused, and I didn't appear to be able to do anything to stop the feeling intensifying. I wiggled my way into the dress, which like most of the other stuff was a real snug fit, and then eased up the zipper. They had a mirror in the van, and as I looked I could tell the excitement I'd been feeling had affected not just my tummy. My boobs may not be huge, but you could see the shape of them and my nipples were sticking out like the proverbial ‘Chapel Hat Pegs'.



I was reluctant to step out, but as before as soon as they'd seen me checking myself, they'd made their way to the back doors. The doors opened, and Max said,

“My god Don, come look at this. She's a real stunner in that.”

I remember making some feeble excuse about it being too revealing, but between them, they coaxed me to the open door, and being as the leg movement was so restricted, they both took hold and lifted me down. Now remember, we were still visiting various public places on a Sunday, in a small town, so it wasn't as if there could be any funny business going on. But I lost count of the number of times they both stroked either my breasts or my bottom. And with me being bra-less, this was having a very unnerving effect on me.



I was more than relieved when around one o'clock, they took me to a hotel for lunch, this at least gave the turmoil in my tummy a little while to subside. The hotel was nothing swank, but very nice all the same. We had wine with our meal, just a half bottle, Don didn't drink any, and Max only had one Glass. Between them, they urged me to drink the rest, saying it was a sin to waste it. But as I'm not much of a drinker, by the time we were walking out to the van and the fresh air hit me, I was beginning to feel a bit tiddley.



When we left the hotel after lunch Don said he would like some photos taken with a country view, and maybe even some with a beach background. I asked,

"But how long will that take? Ken was expecting me home before tea time.”

Don replied,

“Don't you worry about time, now were out this far we need to get as many shots as we can while we've got a good day.”

Then as he handed me his phone,

“Here, phone the old man and tell him it'll be some time later in the evening by the time we get back. Tell him we'll give you a lift home.”



“Hello.”

“Hi Ken, it's me.”

“Are you alright?”

"Yes. Fine. But were out near Mossblown, and while they've got good weather, they want to take some pictures on the beach.”

“How's it going? Any problems?”

“No. It's been great. We've just had lunch at some posh hotel, and later they say we can have tea somewhere. Will you be ok getting your own tea?”

“I guess so. Have you been drinking?”

“Well I had a glass or two of wine with the lunch, why?”

“You sound a bit slurry. I hope you're not drunk.”

“No. It was only two glasses of wine.”

“Ok, see you later, take care.”

“Bye. Love you.”



As Don took the phone from me he said,

“Well, it looks like you're ours for the rest of the day.”

I didn't know what he meant by that, but I just smiled. Maybe the drink was having some effect by now. This time, they headed out of town, and eventually, found a country lane. I hadn't a clue where we were, and I don't think they had either. But it was deserted and Don seemed to think that was okay. They parked up in a little clearing, we were miles from anywhere. Don said

“Ok lass. Skirt and top this time.”



Again as I changed I could see them standing in front of the Van talking, they were stood up on a raised bank. I turned my back as I took my own top off and quickly put theirs on. I knew they couldn't see past the seats so putting the skirt on was no problem. As before, as soon as I turned to the mirror, they were gone from sight, and seconds later the van door opened. Max spoke first,

“Very nice. Come on then.”

Again, they both helped me down, only, this time, Don walked with me, while Max carried his camera bag and stuff. But as Don was holding one of my hands, helping me up the small grass bank, into the field, he again ran his hand over my bottom. But this time, he'd slipped it up the back of my skirt, meaning I only had my panties for protection.



“Please Don.”

“What you like it?”

And then as he pushed his fingers under my crotch and tried to probe with them,

“In that case we'll give you some more.”

I squirmed, and struggled myself free, and as I stood there facing both of them,

“Enough! You don't need to do that. I've put up with your roaming hands, giving you both the benefit of the doubt thinking maybe some of it was part of the photo taking. But the next time you touch me like that, I'm going home.”



Don turned to Max,

“What got into her? I only stroked her bum.”

“She'll be ok. You're just coming on too strong too quickly. She's had all lunch time to cool off. You'll see, once she gets back into the swing of it, she'll come good.”

I scowled at Max,

“What do you mean, come good?”

“Don't get your knickers in a twist. I don't mean you're going to cum as in have an orgasm. I mean you'll get back to how you were earlier this morning, you obviously felt sexed-up, and it was showing in both your posing and your facial expressions. The camera can pick that up. It's not dirty or anything, it's just how we need you to be, to get the right shot.”



Then as Don again took my hand and led me over to a tree, and began to put me into the pose he wanted, he said,

“That's all I was doing love, trying to get you back on the boil.”

Max took several shots; they both handled me several times, putting me in various poses. Making excuses about smoothing the skirt I had on or the top. Several times I just had to say something to them, but what ever I said, didn't reduce their touching and stroking. But neither of them tried to get their hands up my skirt again. Then after about twenty shots of this same skirt and top, Max said,

“It's just not working.”

Don chipped in,

“I know, she's really gone down hill.”

“What if we try it without the bra?”

“Could work. Ok Linder, can you slip your bra off.”



I didn't like the sound of this, but as I'd posed bra-less in the Chinese dress, I thought I'd have to go along with it. As I started to walk back to the van I said,

“Ok, I won't be a minute.”

Don spoke in a very nasty tone,

“Don't be silly, you can get that off here. What are you a school girl or something?”

I walked around behind the tree, and facing away from them, reached up under my top, and removed my bra, placing it carefully on the ground.



They started again, at first just simple poses as before, and then as they posed me they were touching me. As soon as I lifted my hand to Don's wrist to stop him, he made some excuse about smoothing the skirt. Then Max stroked my breast, and again, tried to pass it off as making sure the top wasn't creased. They took a load of pictures, with me in every conceivable pose, and then Don said,

“Ok, I think you can swap the skirt for a pair of jeans, leave the top.”



As I made my way to the van, Don walked across, and reached out his hand,

“Come on, I'll help you down the bank.”

“No. I'll manage.”

But he didn't take no for an answer, and he took my hand. We reached the slope back down to the road, only a drop of a couple feet about four feet long, and I stepped carefully down. But Don, who was stood on my left, brought his right arm around me, slipping it under my left arm, and landing his open palm on my front, just below my breasts.

I turned and looked at him,

“There's no need for that.”

“Just making sure you don't slip.”



I reached the road, and I hadn't slipped, but as Don withdrew his arm, he let his fingers stroke the underside of my breast. I gave him a look, but didn't say anything. He just said,

“Well. You can't blame me. Now hurry up and get those jeans on.”

When I was changed, again the doors opened for me, and Don was waiting. He took my waist, and out I came. His first words were,

“My god you've got a sexy bum.”

Then as he escorted me back to where Max was waiting, he kept stroking his hand from the top of my leg, and up over my bottom. Each time I'd grab his wrist, and when after the first dirty look hadn't had any effect, I said,

“Look! I've had enough of this. Either you pack it in, or.”

“Or what?”

“Just pack it in.”



He didn't, and by the time we reached Max, he'd stroked my bottom several times. As he again posed me up against the tree, Max came across. Don said,

“We need some sexy shots of her bum.”

“To right. If a bum like that don't sell the goods, nothing will.”

But as he said it, he put his hands on my shoulders, and turned me so I was near the tree, but facing away from where his camera was set up. Then with one hand placed in between my shoulder blades, he said,

“Bend over, as if you're hiding behind the tree, and looking around it.”

As I bent down, his other hand began to rub all across the cheeks of my bottom.



I tried to straighten up, but his hand in between my shoulders, prevented me.

“Please Max.”

“What's wrong?”

“You know I don't like you doing that.”

“I told you, we need that sexy look you had this morning, I'm just trying to get your juices going. I'm not on your naked flesh, and I haven't touched your pussy. Now just think sexy.”

At that moment, Don said,

“That looks good.”

Max asked,

“What?”

“Her facing that way, but looking back up at you. All we need now is for her to put that face right.”



At this, Don took a step towards me, and cupped my breasts with his hands. I tried to get up, but Max still had me pinned down,

“Get off me Don. I'll scream.”

He didn't stop, and as he began to tweak my now hard nipples, he said,

“We're not hurting you, just calm down. Hey its working, her nipples are getting hard.”

“Her bums beginning to react as well; just give her tits another minute, and I think we can try a few shots.”



I struggled, but they were far too strong, and they both just kept their hands working, each at different ends of my body. Now I didn't like what they were doing for several reasons. I was a happily married woman. I know I was being paid, but only to model clothes. Even if I'd not been married or going with anyone, what right had they to touch me, it wasn't as if I was romantically linked to either of them. But my most pressing fear, the one I almost dare not mention, they were getting me aroused. And even though their attention wasn't welcome, I knew the feelings they were generating, would soon make me vulnerable.



“Ok Don, stand out of shot, and I'll get some pictures.”

The second they both let go, I sprang to my feet, and ran.

“What the bloody hell is she doing?”

“HEY! DON'T BE SILLY. COME BACK HERE.”

They both followed, but I climbed back in the van, and sat there, trembling with fear, and almost sobbing. I heard Max outside,

“Come on. You're being childish.”

“I want to go home.”

Again Max spoke,

“Let's just get these last few shots. We won't touch you. Come on quick, before your nipples go soft again. If you don't come soon, we'll only have to work you up again.”



Gradually, they stopped talking to me, but I could hear them talking to each other. But as I couldn't hear what was being said, I assumed they'd moved away from the doors. I rapidly got changed back into my own clothes. While I was mid-way through doing this, I heard Don speaking from right outside the door,

“If we go now, before all the clothes are done, you won't get paid.”

My head span. How could I explain to Ken why I'd not been paid? He was out of work, and between us, we'd allocated the five hundred pounds, so those plans would now be scrapped. And, there were friends and family; Ken had told everyone, as if I was someone famous. What excuse could I tell them?



Then Max spoke,

“Look here Linder; all we did was get you ready to take a picture. Nobodies touched you. If you fuckup on this, you won't get any more easy numbers like this. And when I tell Graham how stupid you've behaved, it wouldn't surprise me if he doesn't drop you, and find someone else. There's always plenty more out there looking for a job.”



I knew I'd blown any chance of good times and easy money, but to loose the pittance from my job as well, that would be a disaster. But as soon as I was re-dressed, I banged on the door. And as soon as they opened it, I sprang out, before either of them got chance to lift me down. As I hit the ground my ankle gave way, and it was only Max's quick reactions as he caught me, which saved me from ending up in a heap on the ground. I shrugged myself free and stormed around to the front, saying as I barged my way past Don,

“Take me home.”



They both took their seats, and to my surprise, they both apologised to me, but not for the touching. As Max put it,

“I shouldn't have held you. But, it's getting late. Once the sun turns we've only a few hours before the light is useless for taking pictures. We were only trying to get you worked up that bit quicker. Its nothing out of the ordinary, I'd say the majority of models need a little bit of hand stimulation at some time during a shoot. Heck, I even know one girl who can't get them hard unless she gets someone to suck on them. You're lucky; at least you work up easily.”

Don then said,

“Look I'm sorry as well, but unless we get the rest of the clothes done, I won't be able to pay you.”



I sat there in silence, mulling over the pros and cons, and then Max said,

“Come on. There's only a few more.”

Don then said something, that again reminded me about the threat to my job,

“I'll be having a few words with your brother Graham when I get back.”

“Well if she's not gonna play ball, I think he'll have a few words to say to her. And I'm guessing they'll be something like, ‘Collect your cards'.”



“What else do I need to model before we've finished?”

With a surprised tone in his voice, Max asked,

“You're gonna carry on?”

“Maybe.”

Don snapped,

“Fuck the maybes. Are you or aren't you?”

“How many more, and what are they?”

Don again replied,

“We still need to do those jeans, and then if you do one more dress, we'll call that it.”



“Ok, let's get it over with.”

I was soon at the back of the van, and Don took great delight in placing his hand under my crotch, as he lifted me back in. And just before he closed the door, he said,

“Don't forget. No bra.”

As soon as I was ready, the doors opened, and again, Don mauled my bottom all the way out to the tree. Again, the same pose was repeated, and they both took up the same groping, Don on my breasts. Or as he called them,

“These are a cracking pair of tits.”



And Max, rubbing this time, not only the cheeks of my bottom, but also the tops of my legs. The main difference this time, was that I wasn't being held. It took no time before my tummy was tight, my nipples hard, and I even had to stifle sighs and gasps, as my arousal grew stronger. I tried to plead,

“Please stop now. You've got me worked up. No more, please.”

Don's reply was short and to the point,

“Stop your whining. You're getting paid.”



I resigned myself to letting them get on with it, hoping they'd soon start to take the photos. My strategy worked, well partially, Max said,

“Ok, move out of shot.”

And then he began to take pictures. But after each couple of clicks of the camera, Don would move in, and not only re-pose me, but also re-kindle my arousal, with a quick ten or twenty second feel of either breasts or bottom. The poses were all bum and boobs and things like that. And I suppose me not saying anything, their talk got more open too. Telling me to push my tits or bum out. Before long, they were really, more or less touching me up. And to my shame, I was letting them.



Then I was told to put a skirt and top on, and Don not only took me to the van, he came in and showed me the skirt and the top he wanted me to wear. This was the first time this had happened, before he would just say blue jeans or black ones etc or skirt and blouse, not identifying any specific one. Also, this time, when he climbed out of the van, he left the door open. And he and Max who had walked back, stood by the door talking. I asked them to shut it, but Don snapped,

“Nobodies looking, just get on with it; we haven't got all day.”



Well, although I didn't like it, I turned so my back was towards them, and got changed. So as I was facing away from them, I really don't know if they looked or not. The skirt was a very tight fit and the top the same. But I went to the door, and they hauled me out. Again I was groped and fondled, all the way back to the spot where they posed me. And again they moved me about a lot, with their hands everywhere. Also, their comments got cruder, first about the shape of my Bum and then about how the top showed-off my tits, as they liked to call them.



And like the poses in the last jeans, the poses didn't look like you'd see in any Catalogue. Then, Max slipped his hand into the top of my blouse. He tweaked a nipple,

“That'll make the little bugger stand to attention.”

As his hand pulled out, Don stepped across, and repeated the same to the other nipple,

“There you are, his mates on duty as well.”

They took a couple of pictures, and then they both slipped their hands in and stood there playing with me. This they did for a good couple of minutes, until I said,

“Ok, that's enough!”



Max could see I was getting upset, and took me in his arms. My head was spinning conflicting thoughts; I hated them and what they were doing. But, I knew I wasn't trying to stop them, so I felt guilty. But more I was ashamed that I was so turned on, I was enjoying it. I couldn't work out why, and this frightened me. As Max hugged me, he began to kiss me. I struggled free, and ran back to the van.



I knew they were following me, but not running as if to catch me, just following and calling me back. Saying things about not being a silly girl and the like. As soon as I'd pulled the van doors shut, unlike last time, this time I didn't hesitate to get changed back into my own clothes. I guess being as last time when I'd chickened out and run back, they'd just stood around out there discussing tactics, I stupidly thought this time would be the same. I almost ripped off the top, and threw it on the floor. Then I unzipped the skirt, slid it down my legs. But I'd instinctively; kept my back to the doors, I guess just in case they took a look inside. So maybe this is why my reactions to what happened next might have been slower than they would otherwise have been. But thinking back, the end result would probably not have changed.



Anyway, as I'm bent forwards, lowering the skirt and about to step out of it, light floods the back of the van as the door opened, and seconds later, Max is taking hold of my shoulders. He turned me around, and I stood there, one hand holding the skirt I'd just stepped out of, the other pressed against his chest, in a futile attempt to push him away.



I was saying things like,

“Get off. No, go away. Leave me alone. Get out of the van.”

I even remember saying,

“I'm married.”

He was saying things like,

“Calm down. Stop being silly. It's gonna be alright. Come-on, we were doing great.”

I'm not sure what else either of us said, or the order those words were spoken. We were both talking to each other, but both at the same time.

I was of course standing in just my knickers, and then as part of his efforts to calm me he tried to kiss me.



This did exactly the opposite, and I took my fighting him off to a new level, but as I'm only eight stone, and he was a big man of around six foot tall, I couldn't get free from his grip. But although I couldn't escape, I was moving my head about violently, so he couldn't actually get his lips to mine, to force his kiss upon me. This little tussle went on for maybe a minute or so, all the time he was telling me to stop struggling, and be sensible.



But as his words weren't having the desired effect, I then heard him call Don,

“Hey get your arse in here and hold her still.”

In seconds, Don was behind me, he took hold of my arms, allowing Max to then use both his hands either side of my head. Try as I might, it was to no avail, my head was almost stationary; Max pulled my face to his, and began to kiss me. His kisses were hard, and in seconds, he began to force his tongue into my mouth.



But now, as Max had a good hold of my head, I felt Don's hands loosing my arms. I again tried to struggle free, as my verbal resistance had been thwarted by Max's kissing. But between Max's hands on my head, and just one of Don's arms which by now was around my tummy, they had me completely restrained. It was then I felt Don's fingers as he slid his other hand down the back of my knickers. His fingers touched my bottom, and he even pushed his finger tip into it very slightly.



It was then I heard him say,

“Jesus max, this bum of hers not only looks good, but by the feel of the way it's fighting my finger, I think it's still virgin.”

Max momentarily took his tongue from my mouth, and I again started telling them all the things about stopping and please no etc. But while I was pleading for my release, Max was replying to Don,

“Well her bum might be virgin, but she's no newcomer to sex. Her tongue is trying to taste that Scampi I had for lunch.”



Once he'd made his little remark, his lips were back on mine, and when I'd processed what he'd said, I realised he was right. Without even knowing it, as his tongue danced in my mouth, my tongue was intertwined with it. I made a conscious effort to pull my tongue back, but as I felt Don's fingers working from my clit to my pussy, I think the distraction must have allowed my natural body actions to resume their instinctive response to Max's tongue.



I squirmed my hips around, trying in vein to dislodge Don from my crotch, but as his finger worked deeper and deeper inside me, my will was ebbing away. As Max was mainly glued to my face, ninety percent of the remarks came from Don. And like before, in what order I can't remember, but he was saying things all the time. Mainly about how sexy I was, and giving up-dates to Max, on my state of arousal.



It went something like this,

“God max, her cunt is so tight. My god, she knows when I touch her clit.”

I'm not sure, but somewhere around now, Max must have let go of my head, and now just had one arm wrapped around my shoulders holding me to himself, but this left his other hand free, this hand now began to fondle from one breast to the other, and he was tugging at my nipples.



Then Don said,

“Look at the way this makes her squirm.”

I assume he thought my squirming around was due to his fingers on my clit. But I'm sure the squirming was at least partly, fuelled by Max's kisses, and nipple tweaking.

Don again, this time very excited,

“I I. It looks like we're getting somewhere. Yep, look at this.”

I don't remember Max taking his lips from mine to look, as when I'd seen his hand coming up in between our faces, I'd diverted my eyes the other way. But I guess Max must have looked at what I assumed was my wet juices on Don's finger.



His finger returned to my pussy, and he continued to work it in and around, but for only a few second. Then he asked,

“Have you got a tight hold of her?”

Max's hands again took hold of my arms at shoulder height, and as he gripped tightly,

“I have now.”

“Ok, knickers coming down.”



I felt him pulling and they slipped over my hips and bum, and started to drop past my knees. I kicked, I screamed. I cried,

“Please don't.”

What else I said I don't know, but whatever I said, it made no difference. Now his hands were on my knees, and he spread my legs wide. Then using his feet placed between mine, and his hand once again around my tummy, holding me to him, his other hand had totally free access.



Max was again trying to comfort me,

“Don't take on so. Were not gonna hurt you. Come on you're a big girl now. Just let us get you all juiced up, and then once you're ready, you can get back into that skirt again and we'll finish the shoot. It'll be all over in no time if you just relax. Come on be sensible. There's no money if we don't get the job finished. Five hundred quid, for no more than another five minutes. Surely a hundred a minute is worth putting up with a little embarrassment.”



Don on the other hand was still giving a running commentary about how my bum was wiggling. And my cunt, as he was calling it, was dripping wet. And the fact I was as he called it a natural. My first interpretation of the meaning of that was, he thought I liked sex, and liked being fingered. But as Max then held me away from him, and took a look down to my bush of unshaved hair, I realised that was his meaning.



I guess looking back, I could have kicked, maybe scratched, and gone absolutely berserk. But I'm sure with two strong men, my fate was sealed. And also, I'm ashamed to admit, somewhere in the back of my mind, was not wanting to annoy them. Five hundred pounds meant a great deal to my husband and I, and I'd done so much already. I knew if I'd turned this into a complete brawl, that money could be forfeit. Don't get me wrong, as aroused as I was, I still believed this was just a photographer's perk, and Don being the paymaster, was cashing in on it. And once they had me fully aroused, it would be back to taking photos.



At this point, now Max had seen my pussy from a standing position, he said to Don,

“Come on, swap over, you keep her mouth shut, and work her tits, I want a go at that pussy.”

They swapped, and instantly, Max began to drive me wild, what he was doing, or how he did it, I have no idea, but his fingers drove me almost out of my mind. Don was kissing, but his kisses were forceful and not a sign of tenderness, not like Max's had been. (I know I said Max started by kissing hard. But as soon as I'd begun to respond, his kisses had softened. I almost daren't say it, to the kiss of a lover.)



But as Don kissed, instead of working my breasts, his hands had dropped down my back, and under my bottom, where his fingers were working the wetness from my crotch, and using it to enable them to ease into my bottom. I didn't want him to do this, not that I wanted any of this action that was taking place. But want it or not, the finger probing my bottom was also sending sensations the strength of which I can never remember feeling before.



Then one of them, I'm not sure which, asked for another turn around, and Max was back to kissing again. This they did several time, and in-all, I guess I was in this standing position for at least fifteen minutes, but it could have been half an hour. Then while Max was taking another turn at kissing, Don wandered off, I hoped, maybe they would now let me get the skirt back on, and get the whole thing ended. Max pulled his lips from mine, and asked,

“Are you ready?”



I guess I was more than just in a daze, but I remember saying,

“Yes, let's get it over with.”

“Put your arms around my neck.”

I didn't even think why he might want me to do this, but I did as he asked. His hands dropped down my back, and one hand cupped under each buttock, and slid slightly down each leg. Then he gave a lift, pulling my legs astride his hips. He began to walk towards the front end of the van, my legs pointing out behind him. My feet were so wide; they were touching the clothes on the racks either side. I wondered why he was doing this, and where he could be carrying me to. As far as I knew, there was nothing at the front of the van to sit me down on.



Then as we neared the back of the front seats, I felt him raise his left knee, and as I looked to my right side, his knee was now on the back of the front double seat. As he lifted me over and brought his other knee across my body, he brought this down on my left side. I was now pinned down, on my back, with Max astride me. And as I again started to make protests, his face came to mine, and he resumed kissing. As I resisted, he was forceful at the start, but gradually as he could tell I was subduing my resistance, his kisses turned to the romantic.



What I hadn't realised, was when Don left the action at the back of the van, he'd gone to the front, and reclined the backrest of the big double front seat, making it into a bed, and a fairly wide one at that.



So with max kissing and keeping me quiet, I then felt Don lifting my right leg, and he pushed it up towards the front of the van, and then as he let go, I realised, it was now being held by Max. Then up went my right leg, and almost instantly, I felt a cock pushing up inside my pussy. I say cock, because from the second it touched, I knew it wasn't a finger or anything else. But he didn't work it around, or ease it up slowly; I guess I was so aroused, it wasn't necessary.



Don pumped away at me so fast and furiously, he was like someone possessed. I wanted to struggle, but with Max over the top of me, and holding one leg, and Don holding the other, he just had total freedom to do as he pleased. It was no more than two or three minutes, before Don suddenly stopped, and called out in an agitated voice,

“Are you on the pill?”

Max lifted from my lips, to allow me to reply, but I was kind of in a trance. Again, he shouted,

“Didn't you fucking hear me? Are you on the pill?”

I never thought about should I or should I not answer honestly, I just blurted out,

“Yes.”



Don rammed his cock into me in about six or seven jerky movements, crashing his groin into my crotch as he was obviously shooting his cum deep up inside my pussy.

“Fucking hell yes. Yes. Ahh Yes. Yes. You little cunt yes. Oh yes. Fucking hell was that one fucking good fuck. I tell you Max, she's fucking tight on my cock, you'll split her wide open.”



Well at this point, I'll admit, once Don had started his fuck, my kisses with Max, had returned to full tongues, and real passion. And although Don's fuck had excited me, I hadn't had an orgasm, and, when he did, and pulled out, it was an anti-climax. But again, if they'd let me go, I'd have tried to escape. But that is all hypothetical, because they didn't let me go, and even if they had, there was no place for me to escape to.



The next bit, I'm not too sure about, I know Max got up from over the top of me, and was now in between my leg. Which were by now dangling from the seat down to the floor, not wide open but not tightly close together. I don't think Don got onto the seat immediately to hold me down, but he could have done, I was so deep into arousal, either could have been the case. But what I do know is, I felt Max taking hold of each of my legs and lifting them up and spreading me wide open. Then I felt his cock pushing at my pussy. At first, I began to wonder if it really was his cock. I could feel it pushing the whole area into my crotch, and yet I was wet with not only my own juices, but also I could feel some of Don's cum was oozing from me.



Then I felt the stretching, and I do mean stretching. My pussy was being opened up to a size it had never before known. And not just opened wider, it kept going, not like Don, a rapid thrust, but a slow push. As it went in ever deeper, I almost thought I might cum before he got it all in. He couldn't actually get it all inside me on his first push, but when he felt the resistance was getting too great, he then began a slow pumping. Now all the time, Don was making comments, but again, my mind was on what was happening in my pussy, and I heard them, but took no notice.



But I guess you'll want to know what kind of things he was saying, so I'll give you an idea, but the actual words might not be correct.

“Go on max give it to her. Jesus, she can't take it all. That's it, give it a good pounding. God look at her bum lifting. She's fucking loving that. Go on; see if you can make her scream.”

Like I say, his remarks just kept going, and they were nearly all about how Max should inflict his monster cock upon me.



I know at this point, apart from Max holding my legs up, there was nobody holding me, to restrain me. And it was only about three or four minute into Max's fuck, that I just started to cum. I heaved, and I verbalised my pleasure, even though I hated the man who was doing it, and what he was doing. It sounds crazy, but hate or not, my body went wild. And again, Don took the greatest of delight in letting me know how much I was enjoying it. Max wasn't fazed at all, all throughout my bucking, moaning, oow'ing and sighing, he just kept pushing his cock in deep.



Talking of deep, Don was also please to announce,

“Fucking great. You've done it. Look at that little cunt wrapping itself around your dick. I tell you what max, she's gripping your dick so tight, it's like she doesn't want you to pull it out.”

This time Max replied,

“Well she's got no worries on that score; this little beauty ain't coming out of this hole until it's whitewashed the roof of her pussy.”



And I have to say he was true to his words, he pumped and he pumped, and as I write this now, the feeling he produce still haunts my mind, and its three months ago since it happened. But back to Max, I could feel my arousal getting nearer and nearer, and I knew there was nothing I could do to prevent myself from giving Don another display to taunt me with. But then just before my own climax burst forth, I felt Max's cock. There was not only the stretching as he pushed his long shaft up me, but without warning, as it paused deep inside my pussy, I felt a ripple, as his spunk shot its way up his shaft, and then the big fat bell-end kind of spat it out. I swear I even felt the cum as it mixed with my juices deep in uncharted areas of my tummy.



But this wasn't the end to the delights he gave me, he withdrew to his full length, and when he rammed hard back in, my own orgasm took hold. It was nothing short of an earth shattering experience, and this was repeated over ten times in all. I remember counting, and wondering if he was ever going to stop. When he did, his cock slipped out, and for the first time I saw the weapon he'd been using. Now drooping, and glistening with my pussy juices. It was so fat, and the head on the end was enormous. It was bigger by far than any cock I'd ever seen, and I do mean, even in its limp state, compared with all the others when hard.



Both of them were commenting on how tight I'd been, how much I bucked and heaved, and how much I'd enjoyed their cocks. But Don had now climbed back into his driver's seat, and Max was calmly wiping his cock with his handkerchief, oblivious to me watching. Then he handed it to me, saying,

“Here, I think you'll need this.”



I know they'd been talking to each other, about me, but I'd been lying there in some kind of trance, but as he spoke directly to me, it was like an alarm bell rung in my head. As I snatched the hanky from his hand, I began a tirade of abuse. Again, my state of mind was so confused; I don't suppose this was the order of rebukes, or actual words used.



“You cheating bastards. I'll never forgive you for that. You promised it was just to get me ready for the pictures. You know I'm married, how can I face my Ken.”

I must have said a lot more, because all the time I was getting back into my own clothes, I kept on at them.



Max and Don were still making comments about me to each other, but Don would occasionally shout,

“Shut the fucking whining. You know you enjoyed it”

Or,

“You're getting paid well enough.”

So although there was talking going on, it was not strictly interactive, and looking back, mostly pointless. One thing I do remember, as I pulled my panties back up, I could still feel wetness even though I had used Max's handkerchief to wipe myself with. I assume my pussy was so overloaded with my own juices and their cum, they were still making their way out. I picked the most expensive looking top from the rack behind me, and wiped myself clean. Again, looking back it was a futile gesture, but at the time I thought, ‘it serves them right if that's ruined it'.



While I was getting dressed, they folded the seat back into its normal position, and when I was dressed, I went to the back of the van. The doors were still open and as I looked out, I could see it was a fairly big drop to the floor. But as the only other time I'd got out unaided, was while in a fury; now in my current frail state, it looked quite unnerving. I carefully climbed out, and as Don must have been watching, when he saw me clinging onto the van doors and struggling, he called back,

“Do you want me to come and lift you down?”

“No. I don't want you anywhere near me.”



When I arrived at the passenger door, Max climbed out, and I got in. This time, there was no touching of my bottom. As I shuffled across into the middle, and sat there, not knowing what to do. I felt small and vulnerable; it was a really funny feeling, like a schoolgirl. Saying that now, I can tell it's not the right word, maybe I mean defenceless. And I don't just mean against them. My own body appeared to be on their side, giving unintentional signals, and not resisting as my mind instructed.



After a few moments, I again began to protest about what they just done, at first they paid no attention, but after about three or four minutes, Don said,

“For fucks sake Max, can't you shut her up?”



He turned his face to mine, and as his hands cupped my head he pulled me to himself, and began to kiss me. I struggled, but Don took hold of my hands. So with Don restraining me, Max kept up his kissing, until my lips parted, and eventually, my tongue danced with his. I didn't notice straight away, but once we were mingling mouth juices, Max had released my head. This kissing went on for at least fifteen minutes, and it was around now, I felt Max's fingers stroking my leg.



This was under my skirt, and slowly, but surely, making their way into my crotch area. Don's hands were on my blouse, and again, making gradual progress towards getting inside, and onto my flesh. Between them my legs were held open; Max's fingers began to work their magic. It took them a while, and they did follow the slowly slowly approach, but without a fight, my knickers left my legs.



Max did a little more work down there, but in less than a minute after loosing my knickers, they were manoeuvring me across the seat, and astride him. I was then on my knees on the seat, knees either side of Max's body, and my bottom squatted back onto Max's knees. Max began to loosen his belt, and then open his flies. It was then, I saw for the first time just how big it was, and the shape difference to any other cock I'd seen before. But I didn't get long to study it, before between them I was shuffled forwards, and Max located his big fat end into my hole.



At this point, Don had released me, and Max just gently lowered me with hands on my waist. It was only moment's before my body began to assist him, and although like last time, my mind was full of hate and contempt for these men, I just pushed myself up and down, sliding his big fat cock in as deep as my pussy would accept. And again, like last time, I was soon able to accept his full length, even though the last inch or so, felt as if it was pushing my internal organs up into my chest.



But as I say, even though one part of my conscious was saying no more, Max didn't need to use force, and regardless of any other part of my body, my pussy was enjoying it. It was now that Don again came into the action, first stroking the cheeks of my bottom, and then stroking down the crevice, and probing my anus. I wanted to stop him, but my pussy wanted to carry on riding Max's cock; and I'm ashamed to say, pussy won!



So Don was left unhindered to stroke and probe, and by now, he was using the juices from around my pussy, and bit by bit, lubricating my anus. Each time, probing just a little deeper. I can remember the first time the first knuckle joint entered, and even more pronounced, when he pulled it out. But as I say, he started gradually, and as he could see I wasn't resisting, I guess he just thought he'd ‘go for it'. So now his finger is pushing in and out, and between the slow stretching due to Max's cock, and this finger assault, I again began to cum.



“I don't know what I was saying as I cum, but I know I heaved in an uncontrollable way, and Max had to resume using his hands on my waist until my orgasm subsided. So now totally embarrassed, my body resumes the profession of jockey, and I ride max until we both cum together.”



After they lifted me back to my seat, there was no sign of an apology, and I had to sit there in between them, wiping myself with my own knickers, and then put the wet and sticky knickers back on. I gave up trying to abuse them with words, everything just seamed so pointless. They drove me home, mostly in silence, about the only thing I can remember them saying was, as I shuffled my way across the seat to get out of the van at my house, Don said,

“I'll be in touch.”

Then as I walked from the van and Max climbed back in, he said,

“I'll most likely see you at Graham's place tomorrow.”



As I walked in the room, Ken was getting up from the chair, all excitedly, he asked,

“Well how did it go? Is it Paris catwalk next week?”

“I put on a smile, it was ok. I'm a little tired, do you mind if I go straight up. I need to get a shower anyway.”

The look on his face changed,

“What's happened? What have they done to you?”

“Nothing, I'm alright, just a bit tired.”



He came over to me, and as he took hold of my shoulders, and was about to ask again, I burst into tears. Over the next hour or so, he managed to get it out of me, that the men had had sex with me. I couldn't tell him any details; I just kept breaking down and crying. He was so angry at first, not with me, but first talking of going to the police. But then when I said I couldn't face anything of that sort, he wanted to go and sort both of them out. And believe me, my Ken was man enough to do this. But I had in my mind, the shame of knowing, I'd let them. Maybe not at first, but later, I couldn't say they raped me. I'd even cum. And although not as important, but still something to think about, I'd done all this, to earn five hundred pounds, money we needed, and if a brawl now took place, we could kiss that money goodbye. We discussed all of these things, I even had the shame of admitting to my own husband, that another man had made me cum, and you can't imagine how guilty and ashamed that made me feel.



We went to bed, and as his attempts to comfort and console me started with as you might expect kissing and cuddling, to my surprise I gradually realised he was getting aroused. And as his kissing and touching began to spread to all parts of my body, it automatically reacted. In truth, I didn't want it to; I still felt upset and more than a little soiled by the intrusions of those men. But before we'd been in bed half an hour, Ken was mounting me, and I responded with an eagerness that I couldn't control. As he cum inside me, my pussy complimented his gift, with a contraction that even he had to comment on.

“Oh god, Linder! That was wild.”

Then I guess without thinking he destroyed the wonderful feeling he'd generated inside me by saying,

“I don't know what they did to you today. But it sure hasn't done you any harm.”

Then of to sleep he drifted. I visited the toilet, and then when I returned to bed, lay there for some hours before eventually drifting off myself. It wasn't a good sleep, as the days events kept re-running through my mind.



Then came the morning, Monday morning, and as the alarm went off, my heart sank; the thought of going in to work brought a dull heavy feeling to my stomach. Ken asked if I was sure I wanted to go in, but although I didn't, I knew it had to be done, you can't live without money. So off I went, and just before the mid morning break, Graham was doing his rounds as usual, but as soon as he found an excuse to pull me to one side where nobody could overhear, he asked,

“So how did it go yesterday? Everything ok?”

“Yes, no problems.”

And then I gave him a forced smile. Before he could ask anything else, a couple of other workers joined us, so Graham walked off. This was a big relief.



But then at Lunch break I was walking back from the ladies, back to my work area, and he cornered me in the corridor.

“Well, did you enjoy yourself yesterday?”

I just looked at him and said,

“Yes. It was okay.”

“And did Max and Don behave themselves?”

I felt he must know something, and I didn't reply, I just stood there glaring at him.

“They rang me last night, to let me know how you got on. So I was wondering, do you want to tell me again? Did you enjoy yourself with them?”



It was obvious he was asking if I liked being fucked, and my face coloured up bright red, I just wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole. I turned my face, I couldn't look at him, and I couldn't reply.

“Hey! I'm talking to you. Who do you think you are? I'm the boss around here, and if I ask you a question my girl, you'll answer or collect your cards.



I was so embarrassed, but I had to comply, I turned slowly back, still blushing, and stammered,

“No. I didn't enjoy it.”

“Well that's not what they told me. They said you were like a bitch on heat. Max says you cum before he even got his cock into you. I've wondered about you for some time. All this playing the little miss innocent, and being shy when touched, I thought it was an act. Well nothing to say for yourself.”



I didn't reply, but again he goaded,

“Do you want to loose your job?”

I again tried to talk, but it was so difficult, I sniffed my words out almost incoherently,

“No. You know I need the money. But it wasn't like that.”

“So they're lying?”

“No. Please, I don't want to talk about it.”

“Ok, just tell me this, did you fuck them both, Max twice?”

I nodded my head.

“That's not an answer.”

“Yes.”

“So they were telling the truth. Did they force you?”

I couldn't explain what happened, and I couldn't say yes, in case he tried to make something of it, so reluctantly, I just said,

“No.”

“And you cum for them?”

Again, I couldn't go into detail, so I just said,

“Yes.”



I'm sure he would have gone on humiliating me, but the old expression, ‘Saved by the bell', came to my rescue, as the works buzzer rang out around the workshop. I turned, and as I turned, I said,

“I'd better go.”

Off I went. But not before he managed to reach out and pat my bottom,

“Ok, but I'll talk to you again later.”



And later in the afternoon, near finishing time he again walked through my work area, and as he passed, he quickly said,

“You'll need to come back tonight, some time around seven. We've got things to sort out about that photo-shoot you did yesterday.”

“Oh. I'm sorry, I can't come tonight.”

“Can't! There's no such word as can't, not if you want to keep working for me. Now don't forget, seven.”



All the way home I kept thinking about what he'd said earlier, and the more I thought about it, the more I was convinced, he only wanted me there to repeat the same kind of things that Max and Don had done yesterday. By the time I'd arrived home, I decided that was it. I'd had enough of this situation; I would just pack the job in. Bearing in mind Ken was still out of work and we really needed the wage I was getting, this was not an easy decision. The only saving grace was the £200 I'd already been paid for the poster work, but I knew that wouldn't last long.



When I walked in to the house, Ken asked,

“How was it? Did anyone say anything?”

I told him all about what had taken place with Graham, and about what I'd decided to do. We were discussing the for's and against's for ages, when the phone rang.

Ken answered it, and said,

“It's Graham.”

I gestured to Ken to tell him I wasn't here, but even as I gesticulated, he was saying,

“She's here; I'll get her for you.”

Then he held the phone out towards me, and said,

“He wants to talk to you.”



I reluctantly picked up the phone,

“Hello.”

“Just a quick call to remind you, seven sharp.”

“I'm not coming.”

“You know your jobs on the line?”

“I'm quitting, I've had enough.”

“You're being silly; we only want you here to give you the five hundred pounds our Max is bringing over. And, of course, to sort out the details about the bonuses. Don't you want the money you've already earned? If you leave me in the lurch like this, you know I've got a lot of influence with all the local business men around here. I'll make sure neither you, nor that husband of yours gets any work in this area again. Nothing to say?"

“I I don't know. I've got to talk with my Ken about it.”

“Well make sure he knows the bottom line is no money, and no work for either of you.”



As I put the phone down, my mind was going balmy, and Ken asked,

"Well how have you left it?”

I then went on to tell him what Graham had threatened about jobs and no money for yesterdays photo shoot, and the reasons he gave for wanting me back at the factory. We talked again, going over it from every angle, but I increasingly got the tone from Ken, that he felt I should go and collect my money. As he said,

"After all, it's yours. You've earned it".



During this talk, I tried to explain what had taken place yesterday with Max and Don, but although I could say things like, ‘they both had me'. Or ‘it wasn't rape'. I couldn't bring myself to go into detail, and explain my reasons for collaborating with them. I made our tea, but neither of us really had the stomach to eat much; and soon it was getting to final decision time.



Ken said,

“Well, what's it gonna be?”

“I don't know, tell me what you'd do, if you were me.”

“I'm not you. And I can't imagine that if it had been me, that malarkey yesterday would have happened. But you've got a job, and without it, we'll be stuck. And yesterday happened, so we can't turn the clocks back. But if what you did yesterday was to earn five hundred quid, that money is better in our pockets then theirs. If, when you get there they try any funny business, just tell them you want your money, and then leave.”



So again, with a heavy heart, I set off back to work, but on the way, my mind was running through a vision of what might take place, and it wasn't anything like Ken's idea of get the money and run. In my vision, I knew between Max and Graham, they would do their best to repeat something along the lines of yesterday. But then as thoughts of what Max did yesterday flowed through my head, I could feel my tummy tightening; this was not fear, but the onset of an arousal. But this in itself was frightening, my head knowing my tummy was once again doing things it had no control over.



When I arrived, the Night watchman let me in, and said,

“Mr James has told me to expect you. You're doing a bit of overtime or something. You're to go straight up to his Office.”

When I got there Max was waiting, and he actually opened the door for me. As I walked inside Graham just smiled and said,

“Clever girl.”



Max took my coat and told me to sit down; I went and sat on a big old fashioned leather settee against one wall, one of those square armed ones. Then as Graham came and sat beside me, Max handed me a cup of coffee from the machine in the corner of the office. Graham said,

“I hear you were a naughty girl yesterday.”

I didn't reply, and at that moment, he put his arm around me. I pulled away, but he was so much stronger, and he just pulled me back again.



Graham said,

“What wrong with you, we've brought you here for a nice friendly chat, and look at you, you're not being very nice.”

I balanced my unfinished coffee on the arm of the settee, and as I tried to get to my feet, said,

“I want my money. I'm going home.”

Max walked across from where he'd been resting his bum on the big desk, and as his hands landed on my shoulders, easing me back to the settee, he said,

“You're being silly again. Look we had all this out yesterday. We're not gonna hurt you. Just calm down, and lets talk a little.”



Well even if I'd wanted to get back up, which I did, it wasn't possible, Max was more than powerful enough on his own, but with his brother here as well, it was hopeless. Then Graham's arm again wrapped around my back, and he pulled me close up to himself.

“Now that's better. We can get cosy.”

Max knelt down directly in front of me, and put his hands on my knees.

“No please don't.”

“Just relax. You're all tensed up.”



I felt the grip around my shoulders tighten, and the hands on my knees began to spread them, not really wide, maybe around six inches or so, just enough for Graham to have access. His free hand touched the inside of my leg around knee height, and then he just gently began to stroke up and down my inner leg. Which obviously lifted the hem of my dress up, exposing my inner thighs. I struggled, but with the strength they had between them, it was futile.



I pleaded,

“Please, you know you shouldn't be doing this.”

Max said,

“Its alright, all we're doing is warming you up, like we did yesterday.”

“Please stop.”

My words fell on deaf ears, and Graham's fingers began to stroke the gusset of my knickers. All the time they were both making comments about how sexy I was, and how I wanted it really, but I just lay there, unable to get free, and yet not actually screaming or crying out rape.



I guess he'd been fumbling around down there for maybe five minutes, only managing to get his fingers into the edge of my knickers, when he said,

“I think it's about time you let me take these knickers down.”

“Please don't.”

Max pulled me towards him, stopping with my bottom near the edge of the seat. Then as he spread my legs until the backs of them were touching the settee, this lifted my dress up, exposing me almost up to my naval. He said,

“There's no point in you struggling. You know what we want, and even if you struggle, you know we'll get it. One way or another. Now just be sensible.”



Then he looked across to Graham,

“Is she wetting up yet?”

By now, with my knees so wide, Graham's fingers had slipped into a leg hole of my knickers, and he was feverishly working away on my naked flesh. But considering the feelings going on in my tummy, I was surprised at his reply,

“I don't know what I'm doing wrong; I thought you said she turned on like flicking a light switch.”

“Why? Ain't she there yet?”

“No way, the only wetness down here is sweat; her pussy is tight as hell.”



“Ok, I'll work her pussy, you see if you can get her nipples to react.”

At that, Max's hands left my knees, and Graham's free hand began to grope my breasts. At this point, only on the outside of my dress. Meanwhile, as soon as Max's hands had left my knees, I pulled my legs close. But he instantly pushed each of his hands in between my knees, slid them down under the tops of each leg, and cupped his open palms under each buttock. Then as he slid me even further forward, my bottom now hanging over the edge of the seat, he said,

“Now be a good girl, you know you'll like it once we get you warmed up.”



As he removed his hands, he gave the inside of each knee a push, stretching my crotch totally wide open.

“Now keep those legs like that.”

I didn't attempt to move my legs together, and I felt him pulling with one hand on the gusset of my knickers, and although I couldn't see, I assumed I was completely uncovered. He then began to work his magic fingers, and from that point, I knew all was lost.



I felt Graham loosening the buttons on my dress, and his hand slipping inside my bra. But I put up no resistance, verbal or otherwise. They both worked away for how long I have no idea, but as they changed ends, I didn't attempt to get up or close my legs. Then after a few more minutes, Graham said,

“Let's get her naked and take some pictures.”



This fired off some kind of bomb in my head, and I panicked. I began to fight and kick, and I was screaming all kinds of abuse. I think I took them by surprise, but although they both backed off touching me, they both kept their hold on me, and there was no way they were going to let me escape. As I could see I wasn't in imminent danger of being stripped and photographed, I lay there, and eventually I calmed down.



Max spoke first,

“What was that all about?”

“You're not taking pictures of me in the nude.”

“Ok. It was just an idea, no need to blow a fuse. But come on, be fair. Graham here was the one who made it possible for you to earn all this extra money. And he's the only one who hasn't seen you naked.”

“And he's not going to.”

“Ok, I can see we've touched a nerve, let's just get back to a bit of petting.”

“No. I want to go home.”

“Well that's not gonna happen unless you stop behaving like a spoilt child.”



“Ok, we'll forget about the pictures, but if we do, you need to chill out a bit.”

He paused for a few seconds, then added,

“So are you gonna let Graham have another cuddle?”

“What do mean cuddle?”

“You know what a cuddle is, like he was doing before you went ballistic.”

“No stripping?”

“I said cuddle.”

“Ok. But then I go home?”



So Graham re-took his position next to me, and Max again dropped to his knees. As he slid his hands in between my knees and under me as he'd done before, I said,

“No. I never said you could start that again.”

Max didn't falter in what he was doing, and even though I fought, as he pulled my bottom over the edge of the seat, he said,

“The sooner you relax, the soon you'll get home.”



But as I gave up my fight, I suddenly realised, he wasn't stopping with just my bottom on the edge. He began to undo the buttons on my dress, starting where Graham had stopped, at my waist. And then once they were undone down to the hem, he wasted no time before reaching up and pulling on the waist of my knickers.

“Oh no. Not that. Stop it.”

“Grab her hands.”

So as my hands took hold of Max's wrists, Graham took hold of mine, and plucked them back up and out of the way. And as I wriggled and squirmed, I felt my knickers slipping all the way off my legs, and saw them fly through the air, landing over by the big desk.



I kept struggling, as he spread my legs wide, but once they were fully open, he sat still and looked me in the eye,

“There's no point in all this struggling, you know I'm gonna get my way. I promised Graham he'd get to see your hairy pussy. Now come on, just relax, and you'll be on your way home in no time.”



He slowly released his grip, and I left my legs wide open.

“See, that wasn't that hard.”

So I lay there, while they both began again; Max working my pussy, and Graham my breasts. But Graham had now taken his arm from around my shoulders, and he'd soon reached behind me and removed my bra. I just sat there. Or to be more accurate, the angle I was pulled down to, it was almost lying down.



It didn't take Max long to get my arousal back to it former level, and as I began to heave my bottom. I hasten to add, not intentionally, it was again my body not doing as my head instructed. But as I say, they picked up on this signal, and as they lay me back along the settee, my arms were removed from the sleeves each side of the dress, and it was slipped off; leaving me totally naked.



The next ten minutes or so, Graham explored every inch of my body, using hands, lips, and tongue; kissing me everywhere. While Max made sure my pussy kept me in a state of semi-consciousness. It was then, that Max loomed his body over mine, and began to kiss me like yesterday, and like yesterday, our tongues danced in each others juices. He was kneeling on the floor to my side, with his fingers still working my pussy. At this point, all feeling of guilt or resistance were long gone from my mind.



The next thing I know is I can feel hands under my knees, and as I felt my legs being pulled wider, Max withdrew his fingers from my pussy. Then I felt it, it had to be Graham, it went in far too easy to be Max. The size was about the same as Don had been yesterday, but his action wasn't so frantic. As he pushed, I heaved, and between us, we fucked each other until he came. It took maybe ten or fifteen minutes, and I had a minor orgasm, but nothing like the ones Max had induced.



As Graham got up, and began to pull up his trousers, Max walked across with two cups of coffee from the machine, and as I sat up, Max handed the second one to me.

“There you go. That wasn't so bad was it?”

“I can't believe you did that. You said just a cuddle.”

“What do you think Graham? Was she as good as I told you?”

“You kidding? I haven't had a fuck like that for a long time. She's as tight as a drum, and yet she fucks like its going out of fashion.”

Then Max looked at me,

“See. I told you, you were good. And it worked for you; didn't it?”



I didn't answer, but as I blushed bright red,

Graham spoke,

“Come on Linder. It's pointless being all coy now. We've both fucked you, so all this little miss innocent is not fooling anybody.”

Max added,

“He is right you know. You didn't fight it, and we saw you cum. So why not just admit you like cock. After all, hubby isn't here, and the night is yet young.”



I didn't respond, but just got to my feet, picked up my knickers, and I started to put them back on.

Max asked,

What are you doing?”

“I need the toilet.”

As he took the panties from my hand,

“Ok, but no need for clothes yet, you haven't seen to my old fella yet.”

“But I need to go out to the toilet.”

“So? Nobodies gonna see you. The night watchman won't come up here while we're in the office.”

So totally naked, I walked out of the office and down the corridor to the toilet.





When I returned, Max picked up one of his two cameras. I held my hand up in front of my breasts, cupping them in an attempt to cover-up,

“No. I told you no pictures like this.”

“Don't worry, I won't take pictures, I just want to pose you, and pretend, so Graham can see how you look.”

I protested, but Max was determined, and as he had said it would be just posing, and no actual pictures, I relented. So I resigned myself to going along with him. Graham chose the poses, and he had me in every conceivable place around his Office. But the first time they posed me, and Max held up his camera, as he pressed the button, the camera flashed.



“I thought you said you were just going to pretend?”

“Don't worry, there's no film in it. The flash goes off automatically.”

So reluctantly I carried on posing, and they carried on pretending to take pictures. Or at least; I hoped they were just pretending.



After maybe twenty minutes, Max said,

“Ok Graham, you've had your fun, I think it's about time she had another length of my cock. What say you my girl, are you ready for another fuck?”

I didn't directly answer, but as I walked to the settee, I said,

“How do you want me?”

“See Graham, I told you she mellows once she gets over her initial shyness. Ok girl, on your back, and you know what to expect, so get them open as wide as you can.”



I lay back, and lifted my legs high, and very wide, and waited. Max was in no hurry, and both he and Graham came across together. Graham spoke,

“Jesus Max, doesn't that look good.”

“It not only looks good, but I'm with what you said before, she's the best fuck in the county. And I should know, there ain't many of em out there, with loose elastic, that I haven't tried. Ok girl, are you ready for this.”

He was looking directly at me, and I nodded.

“Now come on. Less of the miss coy. I asked are you ready?”

“Yes, come on.”

He didn't move, he just towered above me with his big fat long cock pointing at my face. I was so confused, I knew I wouldn't get out unless I took him, so I'm ashamed to admit, I said,

“Please you know I'm ready. Don't keep me here like this. Come on.”



Graham said,

“God Max, she's almost begging for it.”

He brought his big fat hard cock up to my pussy, and as he pushed, I heaved.

“Oh Jesus. Oh god. Oh god.”

“Do you want me to pull it out?”

“Oh god. No please, do it to me. Go on. Oh my god Max.”

I heaved, he pushed, and we fucked. And boy was that a fuck. I came like a wild cat within the first few minutes, and I was screaming and moaning all the way through the whole thing. Not as I'm sure you know, screaming for help or moaning about the weather. As he cum, his cock was so tight inside my pussy, I again felt the ripple in his cock as his cum made it way up his shaft, and spurted deep inside me. This sensation fired off my second orgasm, and I writhed around for some time in a state of oblivion.



Once I regained my composure, I was again about to dress, but again Max took hold of his camera, and this time it was Max who was in charge of posing me, and then taking pictures. Or as he said, pretending to take pictures. All the while, they talked, again about me and my prowess, at the art of sex. He carried on with this posing and flashing away with his camera for at least fifteen minutes, and then Ken looked at his watch.

“I think it's about time we called it a night. The misses will wonder where I've got to.”

So at that, Max put his cameras back in his case, and I got myself dressed. Once fully dressed, I said,

“Can I go home now?”

Max answered,

“Of course you can, I'll give you a lift.”

“No need, I made my own way here.”

“Yes, but its late now, and it's not safe for a girl like you on your own. There's all kinds of perverts out on the street at this hour.”



I'm not sure if he meant that as a joke, but I thought, ‘that's rich'. Well I accepted his offer, and then said,

“Oh, and my money.”

Graham said,

“Here it is my dear, and don't be late for work tomorrow.”



Max drove me back to my house in his car, but he stopped behind the shops near my house. Then he took my head gently in his hands, and kissed me. I didn't want to do it, especially as we were near where I lived, and someone who knew me might see us. But as before, he persisted, and I capitulated. So for the next five minutes, we were locked in an embrace. I could tell by his arm movements, he was playing with his cock, but when he caught me trying to get a sneaky look, to confirm this, he took my hand and said,

“Come on, take it out, and say goodnight to him.”



I said,

”Please no.”

But by then my hand was pushed into his pants, and my fingers wrapped around his shaft. He instructed me to open his trousers, and he wouldn't take no for an answer. I played with it for maybe a minute, an without thinking, said,

“It's so big.”

“You like it, don't you?”

“I I don't know, but...”

I stopped, knowing this was something I shouldn't be talking about.



Then with out warning, his hand gripped the back of my neck, and as he said,

“Go on take a closer look.”

He forced my head down, and his cock was stabbing all around my face.

“Open your mouth then.”

“Please, I don't want.”

By now, using his free hand, he'd put one of his fingers into my mouth, and not only did it stop me talking, but he prised my teeth apart, and his cock went in.



I guess you might ask why I didn't bite it off. But for one, I never even thought of it, though I have thought about that since and asked myself the same question. But even if I had thought of doing that, think about how it would hurt, and what he might do to me in retaliation. But whatever I should have done, in actuality, what I did do was keep my mouth over his cock, while he lifted my head up and down.



“Go on then suck it.”

So now my mouth is stretched wide as it can be, my lips pursed tightly onto his shaft, and I sucked. I am ashamed to admit, within seconds of starting to suck, I began to enjoy the feeling of this big fat cock as it throbbed inside my mouth. And without me realising, his hands weren't even doing the pushing, it was me sucking as I drove my mouth deeper and deeper. It touched the back of my mouth a few times, but as it met my throat, I gagged, and had to lift myself back slightly. Then I felt his hands again, this time two hands on the back of my head, and as he gasped,

“Oh fucking yes.”

I tasted his cum. He called out with each spurt, and each time pushed my head hard down. Then he released the pressure a little, but not enough for me to get his cock out. As his cum filled my mouth, and I could feel it seeping from my lips, I had to suck it up, and swallow.



He was in raptures about how good I'd done, and amazed to know this had been my first time. He kissed me and said,

“I couldn't help that. Anyway, it's really your fault.”

“Mine, what did I do?”

“You're just so sexy. You drive me crazy.”



We talked for a while, and then I said,

“I'll have to go; Ken will be worrying by now.”

He again kissed me,

“Ok I'll walk you to your door.”

“There's no need.”

“I'll do it all the same.”

So out of the car we got, and he walked me almost to my house, and then as we passed a side entrance, he pushed me into the shadows. As he stood there, his face illuminated by a shaft of light from the street light, he looked into my eyes and said.

“Please.”

“What?”

“You know what, just once more before you leave me.”

“You mean suck it again?”

“Please.”



This was the last thing I wanted to do, especially so close to my own house. What if a neighbour came out and saw me. But when Max wanted something, it seemed Max wouldn't give up until Max got it. So again I took it from his trousers, it wasn't fully hard, but a few seconds of stroking soon cured that, and again I sucked. This time was even more exciting than the first, and by the time he cum, and I swallowed, if he'd so much as hinted, he wanted to take me back to his car, I'd have trotted along with him, and climbed into the back seat, pulling my own knickers off for him. But thank god, at that, he gave me one last kiss, and said,

“Bye love, take care.”



When I got home I told Ken that I had been right, and that Max had been there with Graham. He wanted to know all about it, but I couldn't tell him. It was later in bed as we talked, that I managed to tell him Max and Graham had sex with me. And eventually I did manage to tell him about sucking Max's cock in the car. But I couldn't bring myself to admit I'd done it a second time, just a few yards from our front door. He wanted to know if I'd cum while they had sex with me, and I told him that Graham have given me a slight thrill. But he seemed strangely excited when I told him Max had again made me cum twice, and not just mildly, but disturbingly wildly.



It wasn't long before he was all over my body, kissing and caressing, and in no time at all, he mounted me. But such was his state of arousal, he cum in just a few minutes, and then we lay together until we drifted off to sleep. The rest of the week at work, every time I saw Graham, I'd feel a hot flush, but providing other people were around, he never said anything untoward. But several times over the next few days, I'd feel his hand cupping under the cheeks of my bottom, whenever he could get a sneaky feel without anyone around. His comments at these times were always complimentary, if very naughty.



It was about three days later, we had just finished tea when Ken answered the phone and it was Max asking if I was okay. He wanted to know if I could come over to the office, as Don had some of the bonus money for me. Apparently, the catalogues were getting a good reception. Ken had taken the message, and he came back in and told me what max had said. I said,

“Well tell them to deliver it to the house or I'll collect it at work tomorrow.”

Ken went back out to the phone, and I don't know what else was said. But when he came off the phone after talking to him, he said,

“I told them you'd go over to collect it.”

“But I told you...”

He interrupted my words,

“Don't be silly. They got something you need to sign for.”

“But you know what happened last time?”

“Don't be so distrustful. Come on, I'll help you choose what to wear.”





He put his arm around my shoulder, and walked me up to my bedroom, where he did as he'd just suggested, and picked out a blouse and skirt for me to wear. Half of me was excited; I was not that naive that I didn't know what would happen. And yet the other half of me was running through what my fate might be, and wondering if I dare go. But I went, and as before, the night watchman knew I was expected, and sent me up to Graham's office. When I got there, all three of them were there. Graham, Max and Don.



They were all smiles and polite talking, nothing to suggest any kind of threat. Don said,

“Those pictures were great. The Catalogue went down well with every one of my agents.”

Then as he handed me an envelope with two-hundred and fifty pounds in it he said,

“I'm sure you'll be glad to see this. No need to count it, there's two-hundred and fifty smackers in there.”

Max chipped in,

“And you were worth every penny of it.”



I put it in my hand bag, and I really wanted to turn and go, but Graham gave me a Glass of Wine.

“Come on sit down, there's no rush. Max'll drive you home.”

I reluctantly let him lead me to the settee, and as I sat, he sat next to me. We talked for a few minutes, and as we talked Don came across, and sat down on my other side. Nothing happened for maybe fifteen minutes, apart from talking. Most of this was them recalling various outfits I'd modelled, and the poses. As usual, all their comments were complimentary, if mostly, very naughty.



I think after a second glass of wine, and about fifteen minutes of continual sexual inferences, my concentration was dulled, and this had made me kind of turn-off. But something was said I didn't really understand. Don said to Graham something like,

“You'll have to let me see those snaps.”

“I haven't got them with me; I'll let you see them next time. They're bloody good. You can see every detail.”

Then he looked at his watch,

“Well, I'd better get going.”

He lent across, and gave me a kiss.

“I'm taking the wife out, so I can't be late home.”

He looked at Max, and said,

“Make sure the office is locked, and the lights out. You can leave the keys with Walter.” (He was the night watchman)



Anyway after Graham left they started or to be more accurate, Don did. First, he started to talk to me about my bottom and how sexy it was. Then he said,

“You don't expect me to believe it's still virgin?”

“Yes! Of course it is.”

“Nah! I saw the way you reacted when I played with your ring. You loved it. I'll bet your husband roots it all the time.”

“Please. I don't like you talking like that.”

“Like what? You saying you don't mind me poking your bottom with my finger. But you object to me talking about it.”

“I don't like any of it.”

“But you do. Don't try telling me you didn't like my finger in there. You were squirming like you wanted it fucking. And I'll tell you what my girl, this cock of mine is eager to oblige you.”



“I've had enough.”

I put my glass down and as I went to get up, snapped,

“I'm going.”

Max came across, and as he pushed me back down,

“Don't be hasty. I haven't had my cuddle yet.”

Between them, they again started to hold me and say sexy things to me about how pretty I was and things like that. It took a while, but I did calm down, and over the next half hour, well they stripped me naked. I'd resisted, but between their holding, and fondling they gradually wore down my resistance. So much so, Max had again worked my pussy into a frenzy, and Don had my breasts on fire.



Then Max got to his feet and taking hold of my hands in his, he pulled me to my feet. He led me around the settee to the back. Then as he continued all the way around, so he was now at the front, he'd lent across the settee, meaning I was now facing him, with the top edge of the settee back rest pressing into my tummy. As Don came up to my side, his hand began to stroke the cheeks of my bottom. Then he stepped directly behind me, and kissed my back. As his kisses got lower, I could feel my arousal coming to the boil in my tummy. Then as his mouth and tongue reached the crevice of my bottom, I felt his hands on my ankles. He pulled, and spread my feet a good yard apart.



I tried the pull away from Max, but this just resulted in him pulling me down until my head was almost resting on the seat cushions of the settee. Which, of course, lifted my bottom higher, and my feet could only touch the floor on tippie toes. Don was now kneeling in between my legs, with my crotch spread wide open above his face. He kissed. He licked. He stroked. And he poked. Both my pussy and my bottom. At first, I think he was using my pussy juices to lubricate my bum. But after what must have been ten minutes of licking and kissing; during which, I not only felt him kissing my bottom hole, but I'm sure he licked it as well.



Like I say, after maybe ten minutes of this probing, I then felt him applying some kind of sticky substance. It must have come from a tube or jar, as it was slightly cold as it touched. But now he'd got this artificial lubricant, his finger began to work deep up into my bottom. He worked it for only a half minute, before he said,

“Ok Max, hold her.”

Then I felt his cock. It pushed, and I felt my hole open, and in popped the end. Then he pushed again, and slowly it made its way in. Then well; he fucked. Slow, but deliberate, each push trying to get more in. It was tight, and it did hurt a bit, but it was more the disgust or shame of knowing what he was doing to me. This fuck didn't take long, maybe only five minutes, and he cum up inside my bottom.



As he cum, my bottom was so tight on his cock, I not only felt the swelling ripples as he shot his cum, but also the warm cum somewhere deep inside me. If I'm really honest, after the initial soreness had subsided, it was okay, and it did give me funny feelings. But I didn't cum, and the feeling when he pulled it out was horrid.



While I lay across the back of the settee feeling wretched, Max just pulled me over the back, and lay me down on my back. He started to kiss me, playing all over my body, and in no time, the horrid feelings were a thing of the past, as he again worked my pussy into a frenzy. When he mounted me, his big cock, renewed the now familiar feeling. During his fuck, I came once within the first few minutes, and then a second time as his cock exploded inside me. And like Don in my bottom, when Max is in my pussy, I really do feel it shooting out into me.



Max drove me home later, and yes we parked behind the shops near my house again and I sucked his cock. But instead of then going home, we actually went for a coffee at a Café. And again, in an alley near my house I sucked him again just like before.



Once in the house Ken and I talked and once in Bed I told him that Don had done it to my bum. He wanted details, but I couldn't bring myself to say more than that. I did tell him Max had also done me. He at first thought he'd used my bum, like Graham, but I assured him he hadn't, foolishly adding,

“My god no. His cock would be too big for my bottom.”

Then he asked,

“But I'll bet you enjoyed it when he fucked you. And I'll bet you sucked him off again.”

I admitted, both of these were true, I had enjoyed Max's fuck. I even admitted that like last time, he'd made me cum twice. But instead of it getting Ken angry, it appeared to again excite him. And before I knew it, he was all over me. His passion was again so inflamed; he made love in and almost animal fury.



It was a week later while I was at work, and by this time, Ken had just been successful in his latest job interview. Graham came up to me, took me to one side, and said,

“You'll need to come back to the Factory again tonight, make it around seven.”

“Why?”

“You want your bonus don't you? Max has got another envelope for you from Don.”

“Tell him to give it to you. You can give it to me tomorrow. Oh, and you can make up my cards, I'm leaving. Guess you'll make me work my weeks notice, but after that I never want to see you again.”



His face dropped, for a few moments, he was at a loss for words, then he just said,

“Well if that's what you want. But I still want you back here tonight.”

I didn't reply, but just turned and walked away. As I turned, I heard him saying,

“Don't you walk away while I'm talking.”

But I just carried on, and he never tried to stop me. I saw him around the factory a few times during the day, but as soon as I caught sight of him, I'd drop what I was doing and make my way to the toilets.



I went home at the end of my shift, and told Ken that there was another bonus and I would get it tomorrow. I also told him that I had handed in my notice. But instead of him asking why, he said

“Graham has already phoned before you came home. He wants you to go to the factory. He says Max will give you the money when you get there.”

We argued about me going for nearly half an hour, I said I knew what they wanted me there for, and especially as this time I knew beforehand, that Max would be there as well.



But Ken insisted I went back, his argument being,

"They've said they'll only pay you the bonus if you go back tonight to collect it. And you'd be stupid to miss out on two hundred and fifty quid, after-all, you've got nothing in writing to say they owe it to you. And anyway, even though you come back bleating about them having sex with you; it can't be upsetting you that much, otherwise you'd let me take you to the police to report them."

"You know why I can't do that."

"Yes. But like I say, if you can't report them cos they've made you cum, they wouldn't be able to do that if you weren't cooperating with them."

"That's not fair. You know I try to fight them off."

"Be honest. There's fighting and fighting. And you never come home looking like you've been fighting for your virtue. If you did, by now I'd have cut their balls off."



So eventually, I agreed, saying,

“Ok I'll go this very last time. But only to get my money, and then I'm coming straight home. And I've told you. I'm leaving that place as soon as I've worked out my notice.”

So after tea, I went up to get ready, but this time I dressed in trousers and a jumper. I wanted to make sure they didn't get the impression I was there for their pleasure. As I left, I said to Ken,

“Bye. And this time, I definitely won't be long.”

But I was wrong.



Again, Walter was expecting me, and up I went to Graham's office. And yes, he did have a Bonus from Don, another £250. But as soon as I walked in, they gave me a drink and like the last time, I was walked across to the settee, but this time I was flanked by Max and Graham. They started on me again like before, cuddling, stroking, and loads of flattery. But as before, they then began to work on my clothing. I was forcibly stripped, not with slapping or violent threats. But their shear strength overcame all my efforts. But that said, they did have a job getting my trousers off.



All the time, Max was telling me my resistance was pointless, and saying I knew they'd get what they wanted. And Graham was saying things about how I'd like it once they got into my knickers. But between their force, and the words they used, I gradually realised, Max was right, and I guess to some extent, so was Graham. So after only half an hour of being in the office, I was again naked, and Max was working my pussy, while Graham entertained himself with my breasts. I guess once they saw my state begin to mellow as a result of this attention, their comments changed from complimentary, to suggestive, or to be more accurate, very rude.



Don must have told Graham about what he'd done the other night, as Graham was now saying things like,

“I can't wait to try out that bum of hers.”

Then as Max saw the reaction on my face, he began to say things to calm me down,

“Don't you worry. It'll be a lot easier this time.”

I remember trying to protest, with words like,

“Please, don't let him.”

“It's not nice.”

And I think I even said,

“I'll scream.”



But when Max deemed I was ready, they both took hold of me, and I was manoeuvred into position. I struggled, but as always, they were so strong, and I was soon lying face down on the settee, with a cushion under my belly. Then as Max held me in the middle of my back, and Graham used his knees to keep my legs under control, I felt his fingers working something into my bottom. That is, some kind of lubrication, as his fingers worked in and out.



Then I felt his cock, and as Max had said it would be, it was easier than last time with Don. And though I still find the whole thing distasteful, his cock soon began to stir up feelings in my pussy. And as I felt him cum, it triggered my orgasm. Not I hasten to say, like the ones Max induces, but an orgasm never the less. Again, as his cock slipped out, the feelings were wretched, not only horrid physically, but just thinking about what he'd done to me.



But as before, Max soon began to work his magic, and in minutes, I was sitting astride him, as he fucked me to two more wonderful mind blowing orgasms. During Max's fuck, Graham did try to join in, by trying to get his cock up my bum at the same time. But, thank god, he couldn't manage it. After Max had sex with me, I told them I wanted to go home, and they let me get dressed. But Max again insisted he took me home, and again, like last time, he stopped his car by the shops near to my house, and I sucked his cock for him. I wanted to go straight home afterwards, but Max didn't, so as always, Max got his way and we went to the café and sat there talking while we drank a cup of coffee.



When we left the café, I tried to insist I would walk back to my house alone, but my insistence, was no match for Max's. And so in the dark alley near my house, I again swallowed a mouthful of his cum. And again, I'm ashamed to admit, by now, the taste I'd at first found objectionable, was now something I found glorious. In fact, knowing this would be the last time I'd do this to him, I licked and sucked his cock and balls so much after he'd cum, I began to detect it getting hard again. As soon as I realised this, I came to my senses, and with a final goodnight kiss, said good bye to him forever.



Or so I thought.



Anyway a week after I packed in my job, it was early evening, Ken had come home from working at his new job, and I was actually in the bath just having finished my you know (woman things). Ken came to the bathroom door and said,

“Max has just rung. I think he might have another of those bonus envelopes for you from Don.”

So Ken and I spent the next half an hour arguing, while I dried myself, and then got dressed. I was saying about what had happened before, and how it wasn't going to happen again. But he was arguing, that it wasn't at the factory, I was to meet him in a public place, and although it was a bit vague, I got the impression Ken would be going with me.



So I dressed to go out, and Ken and I left the house. He walked me to the café that Max had taken me to a couple of times when he'd driven me home and as we looked in through the window we could see Max was in there waiting.

“Ok I'm going back home now, Max said he'll make sure you get home safe.”

“Oh no Ken. You've got to come in with me.”

“Don't be silly, its café full of people, what in god's name can he do to you in there? Now go on, if you don't want to talk to him, just collect your bonus and leave.”

And with that, Ken turned and left me standing by the café window.



I eventually plucked up the courage and went in, and as soon as Max saw me, he insisted I sat at his table. He was full of compliments, but this time being in a public place, they were all clean remarks. When I declined his offer of coffee or any other refreshments, he insisted we went out to his car. I didn't want to comply, and no actual force was used, but he was being very bossy and dominant; and wouldn't take no for an answer. And not wanting to draw too much attention to myself, especially in my own neighbourhood, I eventually gave in. We drove out of town, and actually arrived near to where they had taken me for the outside photos on that first Sunday.



When we arrived, he took me into a small place where we had a drink. Max just talked away asking how I was and hoped I didn't hold any hard feelings against him or his brother. And then he said,

“After all, it was your fault for being so good-looking and sexy.”

I had mixed feelings, on the one hand, I was a wee bit annoyed at his cheek. And yet at the same time I suppose flattered by him. But as we talked, it became obvious, there was no bonus as Ken had said there might be. But what Max had said to Ken was,

“There could be other bonus work if I wanted.”



It soon became apparent, what Bert wanted, was to take nude photos etc. for a Magazine. But regardless of anything he said, I told him quite forcibly no way at all. Anyway, he dropped the subject, and we carried on chatting while we had one or two drinks. Well to be more accurate, I had all the wine, Max just had a small glass of beer. And then we left that place, Max wanted to take me for a supper, but I declined. But Max being his usual persuasive self, he insisted, and I compromised by agreeing to a fish supper from a nearby Chip Shop and then back in his car, we stopped in the country to eat them.



Once we'd finished eating, Max wanted a kiss and, I guess he more or less took one. Within a minute his hands were wandering everywhere, and we landed in the back seat. And once there, he again began his onslaught, again taking no time before my knickers were off and my top was up, leaving my tits naked. He'd just pushed my bra up with my top. I did struggle, but not too hard, and I didn't scream, kick bite or anything. So next he lifted my legs up over his shoulders for his first fuck; which put his big cock so far into me it hurt, but soon I was loving it. But he'd got me so restrained in this position I couldn't move my bottom or anything. And then when I started to come I was at his mercy. I screamed as much with the pain as with the ecstasy.

Afterwards we sat and talked for quite a bit about this and that, and then he asked me to play with his cock. I didn't take any persuading this time, and when he fucked me I was now in a position where I could move. So when he and I came together, this time it was pure ecstasy. We again sat for a while, and then he drove me home. But before he'd let me leave, he again persuaded me to sucked him off.



A couple of weeks later there was another phone call, and I was again persuaded by Ken to meet Max. This time it was to go out for a meal, as a farewell and thank you. The meal was nice, and uneventful, but once we were in his car, he again drove to a deserted spot, and fucked me twice. It was much like the time before, but for his second fuck he did try to put it in my bum. It didn't work, it was far too thick. So as he fucked my pussy he also had his finger going in and out of my bum. And as was now an established routine, I sucked him off in his car, while it was parked by our local shops; before getting out and returning home to my Ken.



He did phone again a couple of times but no matter what he or my Ken said, I refused to meet him. I reasoned that he, like me, is already in happily married situation. But unlike me, with my Ken not only knowing, but encouraging; his wife doesn't know and would probably be horrified. I have however actually seen him a couple of times in town, and we've stopped and talked. He on both occasions tried to persuade me to meet again, but I still refused.



And then out of the blue, my Ken showed me a story he'd found on the internet. He asked me to read it, and I was amazed just how aroused and wet it made me. In fact, I came several times before I'd finished the story.

“What did you think of it?”

“Hot! Fucking hot!”

“I've emailed the author. He says he'll talk to you, and try to get the details from you about what happened between you Max, Graham and Don.”

“What! You've told a stranger about me?”

“How could I? Even I don't know. You still won't tell me any more than; they did it to me. Or they made me cum. But then you say it wasn't rape. I just told him my wife had a similar experience to the girl in that story, but although you've been able to tell me it happened, you'd not been able to explain in detail.”

“Why on earth would you do that?”

"You're my wife. I want to know. I thought maybe you'd be able to talk to an anonymous stranger.”



Well it took me a few days to pluck up the courage, and weeks of emails back and forth, but what you've read is as near as I can recall to what actually took place. As they say, the names have been changed, and it wasn't actually a kitchen manufacturer I worked for. And the actual words of the conversations won't be accurate, but the gist of what was said, and what actually happened to me is all true.



And one last footnote, I've gone out with Max two more times since, and been fucked twice on each occasion. And try as I might, he still makes my tummy tighten every time I think about him.



Thanks for reading, and please feel free to email me at Lord_John_Thomas@hotmail.com

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