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Without the benefit of prior stimulation, I
prepared myself for pain, but lubricant suddenly appeared, and a second later,
his full length slid in effortlessly.
    “Oh, my!”
    He pounded me from behind, his
fingers digging into the flesh of my hips. A cock appeared before my face, and
its owner forced it into my mouth. I struggled to suck, because the man behind
me was ruthless in the demands he made on my person. I had never had sex with
two men in my life, and the situation might have been enjoyable, if they had
seduced me first. As it was, the man jackhammering my cunt came quickly,
pulling from the orifice and forcing me to turn around where he proceeded to
squirt semen in my face. I closed my eyes to avoid the deluge. Great. There’s sperm in my hair! Gross!
    Not to be outdone, his friend took
the position behind me and fucked me just as forcefully, grunting with the
effort and stiffening, emptying himself in a gush of fluid. Wetness dripped to
my inner thighs, as he drove in and out, milking the dregs of his pleasure.
    “Go away now,” intoned Mr. Gordon.
    “Yes, sir.”
    They grabbed their towels and left
the room. I sat on the bed, not caring that I wet the bedspread with goopy and
disgusting semen. I glared at Mr. Gordon, loathing him at that moment.
    “What’s the matter? You didn’t enjoy
it?”
    “Not really.”
    “This isn’t about your enjoyment, Ms.
Fox.”
    “I…guess not. Now what?”
    “We’re waiting on round two.”
    I crossed my arms over my chest,
feeling dirty and used. This was not what I had been expecting. I swallowed the
disappointment. Mr. Gordon’s sadistic side had emerged, and God only knew what
else would happen tonight. I tried to reset my brain. It’s not personal. It’s business . I had to detach from my own
feelings and let go of my expectations. I stared at the carpet to avoid his
scrutiny. He seemed to enjoy my discomfort.
    “Look at me, Ms. Fox.” Reluctantly, I
met his gaze. “You hate me now, don’t you?”
    “I don’t know you well enough for
that.”
    “Don’t you?”
    “No. Can I…use the bathroom?”
    “Certainly.”
    I scurried from the room, closing the
door behind me, and leaned against it. I fought back an onslaught of tears, my
throat constricting.
    You have to get yourself together, Gretchen!
    I can’t.
    Yes, you can.
    He’s not who I thought he was.
    You don’t even know him. You’ve blown him up in your fantasies.
    I…wish I knew him.
    Why? He’s a pervert.
    Maybe I could change him.
    Oh, honey. You’re so deluding yourself.
    No.
    You have to get a grip.
    Ugh.
    I cleaned myself up with a wet
washcloth and used the facilities. My face was a mess, mascara was under my
eyes, my lipstick was smeared, and sticky semen coated my hair. I couldn’t even
run my fingers through it. Ugh. Yuck .
When I emerged from the bathroom, the men had returned, standing naked and
proud, their cocks jutting out, ready for more. My time in the bathroom had not
fortified me enough; my emotions were worryingly unbalanced. I hadn’t expected
to feel this vulnerable, this reluctant, or this scared. My arms were crossed
over my breasts, hiding them.
    Mr. Gordon’s gaze rested on me. “You
can do anything you want to her.”
    I should run to the door and leave.
    You’re naked!
    I don’t care!
    The baldheaded man sat on the bed.
“Come here, darlin ’.” I eyed him warily. He held out
a hand. “Go on. Come to me.” With deliberate slowness, I approached, nearing
enough for him to grab my hand. He pulled me onto his lap; his arms went around
me. He smelled lightly of a musky floral fragrance. I remained stiff in the
embrace, fearing what was to come. He stroked my back, while I closed my eyes,
and wished I were somewhere else. In my mind I pictured a park with grass and
trees…the sun shining… I was anywhere but here.
    “I like my women willing,” he
murmured. “She’s scared shitless.”
    His words brought me back. As he
gently rubbed my arms, I began