Just One Hour Ch. 02

The Boss groaned as her tiny hand gripped him. His hands reach onto her t-shirt mounds squeezing the flesh and nipples through the material. Stacey in turn gripped his cock harder as he rhythmical pumped. His friend bit and licked her exposed pussy and she bucked as his tongue touched a nerve bundle.

"Oh fuck!" The Boss thought to himself, the filthy scene becoming too much to bear, "I not going last much longer."

The Boss pulled the wet tip of his cock from her mouth; Stacey instantly gasping for breath. The Mask also lifted his head away from her tasty slit his hand wiping across his zippered mouth hole, spittle shinning on the black leather chin.

Stacey was able to pull herself upright surprised he hadn't come, though greatly relieved. The Mask still lightly had hold of her, his hand around her thin upper arm himself a little surprised by the big guy's actions. The slim blonde curled her legs to her side, shoes and top still on; but her panties now missing. The Boss was silent just breathing heavily and he pointed for Stacey to move to the edge of the table. The Asian man understood immediately and roughly pushed her until Stacey's butt rested on the overhanging edge.

He immediately and roughly pushed her until Stacey's butt rested on the overhanging edge.

She felt like a total whore, the black man opening her long legs pushing his waist between them, his cock waving the purple head drooling.

"Uhh, oh, oh" Stacey moaned realizing both men were positioning her for a fucking.

The Mask forced her forward so she half sat on the table edge looking down between her stretched thighs. The Boss's cock appeared very long. It also looked painfully erect, the head tugged slightly to one side by the over stretched foreskin.

The Boss knew he would come buckets and he enjoyed seeing their faces when his rod finally started hosing up inside them. Only last week he'd noticed a couple in the high street that he had rented a place to months back. The cute brunette had a fat pregnant belly and he'd thought of when he had fucked the squealing girl in front of her boyfriend until he had completely filled her. Like Stacey and her man they'd been desperate to repay a debt owning. There had been rumours it wasn't her boyfriend child and the Boss had wondered what chance it was his.

Now he hoped to repeat the trick with this tanned innocent wench.

"Yeah that's its Stacey open them legs real wide. Ugh yeah just a little..."

"Ughhhhhhh!"

The Mask pushed her head forward. "Look down bitch, watch it go in." The tip was opening her lips the black cock looking huge against her white skin.

"Oh, oh, ohhhhhh, "she grunted then squealed The cock head popped into her, pussy lips gripping sucking it inside. "Ooooooooooo!"

The Boss pushed his hips forward and his cock was buried up her to the hilt in moments.

"Ugh yeahhhhh ah, ah, ah!"

Stacey's butt was bounced up and down off the table as he began to fuck hard and purposefully. The rigid pole hurt as he forcefully rammed up her.

"Ugh, oh shit, aww, aww ugh, ugh, uggh, eieeeehhhhhh!"

She squealed loudly her head flinging back her small hands gripping his shoulders to steady herself.

The Boss was pounding back and forth no time for subtlety wanting to pump his thick wad deep inside her.

"I'm Going to fill you bitch, Ughh! Yeah oh man uggh, ugh uggggggh!"

Stacey's small frame was shaking as she grunted and gasped; each thrust making her nip her lip in discomfort and sensation. His cock end was nudging against her cervix and she gave an eye popping expression as her dead end was battered with his thick ram.

"Uhhhhhhh!"

His massive chest almost filled her line of vision and she couldn't help but keep glancing down at the shinny dark skin slipping in and out of her.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!"

Her flesh slapped against his pelvis the sloppy noise of constant penetration filling the air mixed with his and her grunts. Her pussy was burning the end thumping hard against her deepest end. Her legs were aching so was her back, the masked man still pushing her into the sitting position making her have to grip under her own knees to keep her thighs apart. Only a few hours ago she would have never imagined such humiliation; here on her kitchen table her pussy squelching to a horrid dark mans cock.

His face was twisted and she knew he was about to..."Ooooooooohhhhhh!"

She gave a cock stiffening squeal as his big tip erupted. The mans dick felt like its head had exploded inside her. Her pussy was awash with his come and she felt him ramming the filth into her cervix entrance.

He growled triumphantly as his meat bucked and spat. Two, three, then more shots her pussy instantly becoming as slippery as if he was fucking warm jam. His cock slopped from her hole almost without him needing to withdraw; the end trailing a long strand of thick semen.

Stacey gave a groan of dismay as her lips closed the goo still attached like an umbilical cord to his cock; until finally it snapped and dripped to the floor.

"Oh God! Nooooooooo!" She whined as if she expected her fucking to have finished in a much more sanitized way.

He stood back winding his tired monster back into his pants. "Oh man! I needed to do that!" He groaned as if in explanation to his masked friend.

Stacey finally closed her legs and looked over her shoulder. "Is...is... it you're turn now?" She asked her eyes pleading for mercy.

The Mask nodded and spoke. "Yes it is young lady and you better do everything I say. Do you understand?" Stacey nodded looking worriedly back to the Boss.

The Asian man then climbed off the table for his bag of tricks. He produced some rope manacles which he gave to the Boss. The black guy helped Stacey from the table ripping her t-shirt from her then her skirt till she stood there naked and embarrassed. She was now totally naked in her daytime kitchen. As he pulled her arms behind her he spoke.

"Once I've tied your wrist get on your knees." Stacey did so the cold tiled floor as uncomfortable as where she had just been pinned.

She started to moan and shake as the Mask produce long lengths of rubber tube from the bag. Some of it appeared to have valves; other bits appeared to be inflatable.

"What's going on?" She stammered her blonde locks still tightly held in a pony tail her ample butt glowing against the dark floor tiles.

The Boss pushed her neck down so her cheek rested on the cold floor tiles, her ass rising as she knelt. "Oh Stacey let me show you!" Was the sinister reply from the leather clad man as he knelt behind her.

The Mask took a long deep suck of his fat forefinger while his other hand spread Stacey's butt cheeks. The Boss had her pinned head on the floor as she wiggled and whined.

"Uh what, you're hurting me... ugh." Suddenly her eyes widened and she gave a scream as the masked man pressed on her shitter with the tip of his wet forefinger.

"Uhh, ugggh oh, oooooowwwwwwww!"

He slid the wet digit into her ass hole the spittle lubricating the entry only slightly.

"Ooooooohh, awwwwwwww no, no you c... ahhhhhhh!"

His finger bent inside her as he pushed until his clenched fist slapped against her puckered cheeks. "Ugghhhhhh!"

The Boss laughed looking down into her eyes, his hand still around her long neck pressing her down. She squealed as the Mask energetically pumped his finger in and out of her sore butt, spitting onto his emerging digit to make the experience only slightly less sore for the horrified wife. He grunted in satisfaction twisting his finger to widen her canal gloating as he did. "So tight, yeah uh real tight. That's it baby squeal."

He increased his jabbing along with an increase in Stacey's bucking and whining.

"Uh, uh, hmmm yeah can you feel it? Can you? All the way in like a dirty little worm."

His finger writhed around pressing on her sphincter trying to weaken her tiny little chute.

She gave a gasp of relief as his finger finally pulled out, her ass now red with embarrassment. The man was now fiddling with attachment nearby but she couldn't see what. The Boss smiled at her as he watched the view she was unable to see.

The Mask had the strange rubber tube device in his hand. It was like a hard rubber golf ball with two tubes running through its middle. On one side they protruded maybe half and inch on the other they snake down into two long rubber pipes. One of these he had attached to the sink faucet head, the other had a valve half way down to pinch it close. That end just hung loose to the floor.

The Mask was smearing the rubber golf ball with KY jelly as the Boss pressed his finger into Stacey's hot ass hole to get a good inspection himself.

"Awwwwwww, oh stop not agai... aggg!"

The black mans finger thrust inside her and he too gave her a flurry of burning thrusts.

"Hmmmm yeah that is tight, uh, that'll do just fine." She was able glance over her shoulder now and she was speechless with horror.

The Mask was bending down pressing the tube ends and the greased ball against her hole. She squealed as he pushed hard her muscles not wanting to part; then like she was doing a huge dump she gave way the ball end popping inside. She grunted as her ass rim snapped back closed with a desperate grip around the two exiting pipes. The ball was now trapped inside her anal canal, and as her muscles tried to push it out, her sphincter remained firmly shut forming an air tight plug inside her.

Stacey's mind was in overload," what were they trying to doooooooo!"

The Boss turned the faucet and the tube filled with warm water racing along up to the point where it disappeared inside her ass then...

"Uggh oh, god ugh, ugh no, no, no!!"

Her butt void began to fill with the rushing warm water. Once inside it had no where to go the exit tube had a valve sealing its escape. It could only go deeper and push her flesh wider as her rectum began to accommodate the fluid.

"Oooooohugggh, ugggggh!" Stacey squealed her eyes wide in panic and disbelief. Her gut was been filled and it was so uncomfortable. "Uggggg, no, no more stop, stop!"

The Men were watching intently the tap faucet not fully open just enough for a steady warm flow.

"Take slow deep breaths" Coached the Mask as he examined her butt crack, not a dribble of fluid escaping.

"AGGGGG, no more uggggh!"

She cried desperately writhing on her knees. The hiss of water changed as the faucet began to struggle to pump anymore into her.

"Aggggggggg!"

Stacey was feeling sick her gut bubbling the water so far inside her that progress was getting difficult. The Boss turned off the supply. "That's enough I think!" He said knowingly realizing her screams were turning from indignity to outright pain.

The two men groped her ass and pussy. Her groin was swollen and her butt cheeks appeared puffed out as her inside struggled to stretch for the watery void. She was moaning her arms aching still bound behind her. She rested her face on the tile keeping her ass high which seemed to relieve some of the discomfort.

The Mask knelt beside her face, pulling down his jogging bottom his cock standing up to attention. He admired his captive. She was slight of frame her waist so small, out to a well curved hips and that fantastic spankable ass.

The two red rubber tubes looked bizarre sprouting from her crack like storks of a buried plant. Her long knelling legs tapered to thin elegant calves and her ponytail head looked up the high cheekbones and pouting thick lips sending a surge of lust through his cock. He groaned in satisfaction; knowing how much water she was now reluctantly containing inside her tight hot ass.

The masked man wasted no more time. He straddled her upturned butt his hands gripping under her groin to widen her thighs. His cock was at her pussy its head rubbing her slit. Her insides would be cramped due to the expanded anal cavity, he knew it would be an "oh so tight fuck." As the Boss egged him on he pushed inside her pussy; and she squealed much to his delight.

"Agggggg, God, shit uh uhhhhhhh!"

Her pussy would hardly open the walls pressed closed.

"Agggggg!"

His cock was in and sliding up her. Her tummy gurgled as fluid adjusted in her belly and ass.

"Ooooooooo, nnnnnnnnnn!"

He reached as far as he could go his waist slapping against the sprouting ass.

Then he began to pump!

She though she would throw up her insides flexing and gurgling the thrusting not only burning her pussy but massaging her bloated ass. "Uh, ug, ug oh, oh, oh shittttt!" She gasped feeling the man's hard rod burrowing up her artificially tight hole.

The Mask was loving it. From his doggie position he could see her shoulders and hips quivering. Each fleshy slap of his groin onto her butt made her squeal. And he knew it wasn't just because his wet head rubbed deep inside; each thrust made her tight sphincter flex with the internal pressure and almost spit the big rubber cork from her.

The Boss turned the faucet again and she screamed as more water tried to fill her. A second later the Mask unclipped the valve on the exit pipe and she felt her muscled begin to squeeze water down the tube out onto the floor.

"Uggggggggg!" She grunted in disgust.

The tiles began to pool with dirty water, but the faucet still ran slowly meaning a continuous current of warm water now rinsed her pounded gut before been emptied onto her kitchen floor. The Mask gripped her waist and fucked harder. Each forward thrust made the exit tube bulge and pump with a momentary increase in water pressure.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

"Ug, ug God ugh stop, stop ugggggg!" Stacey was been rinsed thoroughly each thrust making her squeal with humiliation and discomfort.

The Mask pulled his cock with some difficulty from her twat. The hole gratefully clamping shut. The two pipes were clipped close again her inside still bloated with fluid and the faucet attachment was removed. The Mask waved his cock over her face as the Boss gripped her shoulders lifting her so she could suck.

The men spoke together. "Is it too much? You need to go don't you? You need to shit honey, yeah? Empty that cute ass of yours?"

Stacey only half acknowledged them the gurgling water feeling like it was slowly been absorbed into her body. The Mask thrust his cock in her mouth his hand jacking hard on his saggy foreskin length.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!"

The Boss squeezed her butt and she gave a startled expression and gargled in protest. The Masks cock was filling her gums, pushing against her cheek walls making them bulge. As he fucked her pretty mouth he explained. Once he had shot his load into her throat they would let her go to the john. The clock said almost 3:25 pm.

Stacey needed to go so much, she double her efforts her hot mouth sucking for dear life.

She felt the hot semen hit the back of her throat, the spurts emptying copious amount of white filth down her gullet. She gulped and coughed tasting the hot Asian load, the fluid smearing her pearl white teeth a trail coming from her wide lips as he withdrew in total satisfaction. "Yeahhhhhhhh!"

The Boss gripped her ponytail unfastening the tie so her blonde mane hung free. He pulled her up by it as she yelped her bound hands making it difficult to get to her feet.

The spunk was dripping from her chin onto her freckled chest, her eyes watery and pathetic.

"Get up stairs," he ordered.

The Mask pushed her along as the Boss followed with the bag of tricks. She walked bow legged her ass swollen and unwieldy. The tubes hung down and as she began to climb the stairs the Asian slapped her butt getting a panicking yelp from Stacey. She felt the pressure on her hole even more now that she was standing and feared the rubber plug would just explode any moment from her ass.

Half way up the stairs the Mask gripped her shoulders. "Just here honey this'll do."

She looked confused then felt the two pipes been tugged. The Boss was pulling them taut the rubber plug under pressure to eject.

"Aw oh God no, not here, no please let me ug, ugggg, uggggg!"

The Asian held her firmly laughing the Boss straining to pull. "No do your toilet here."

"Uggggg oh no, no, no!" The ball was appearing spreading her ass hole wide the pink skin shinny and sore.

"Awwwwww shit, shit, please not on the... ugggggghhhhhh!" The thing was almost out any seco...

"Aww whosssssshhhhhhh!"

The plug had finally spewed from her ring the water farting out in one torrential ass belch. "PhugggggggttTTTTT!"

Stacey ass released her load in a wailing continuous shit. Her sphincter coughed and spluttered the dirty fluid over the stairs, and down her calves. The revolting sound of escaping air and fluid made her almost retch; the two men cussing as the filthy spray spattered them too.

"Uggh you dirty fucking bitch. You just fucking shit all over us." They taunted, as Stacey sobbed in horror.

They left the soaking stairs and discarded ass tubes behind as they reached her cute homely bathroom too late for poor Stacey. The room was white tiled with a shower cubicle and ornate free standing bath. The Boss rummaged in the cupboard as his friend rinsed the poor girl down in the cubicle. The black man found what he wanted. He produced a bottle of baby oil.

"Do you smear you're mans cock with this," he asked insultingly." I bet you do honey, give him a slippery hurried wank?"

Stacey glared back. "You're both fucking filthy sad bastards." She shouted over the hiss of the cleansing shower.

The men pulled her out, and the Boss towered over her menacingly. "Listen, you fucking bitch how would you like to go through that again? Except this time we'll force the exit tube down your fucking throat. How would you like to shit into your own mouth?"

Stacey was speechless her body slumping at the shoulders her knees nearly giving way. The image in her head was obscene.

The Boss continued. "We need a little time to get hard again for you; so until then we'll just have to amuse ourselves with a few little toys."

The Asian unbound her hands and she looked like she might run. "Don't be a fucking fool;" he hissed in her ear. "Get in that bath tub and start oiling yourself up."

She felt the bottle placed in her hand. "Oiling?" She said quietly. "Every little bit of you honey." He replied. "Get yourself so slippery you'll look like you've been dipped in a vat of it."

Stacey got into her white central bath after removing her dirty trainers from her feet. The men then knelt either side and watched as she poured the oil over her tits, arms, and shoulders. It ran down her spine to her ass crack. It pooled in the bath and coated her thighs and legs. It covered her painted toes, her neck and down between her sampled slit. The two men began to strip until finally all three of them were naked in the warm afternoon washroom.

Stacey by now looked a golden brown the oil accentuating her tanned body. It glistened as she slipped and slid in the bath tub. The two men had not wasted the opportunity to smear and rub the oil into her soft flesh. The Boss had massaged her tits until the pink nipples stood out firm and aroused her modest domes hard and shiny. The Mask had opened her thighs and with Stacey hopelessly trying to stop him he had squirted the bottle head up her pussy.

She squealed as he pulled her long leg making her slide onto her back. Once again the bottle neck was squirted inside her, this time oiling her sore butt hole thoroughly. Yes Stacey was now a very slippery, slimy girl indeed.

The clock downstairs chimed for the half hour, and the Boss his fat belly now covered in oil reached for the bag. Stacey watched eyes wide as a procession of sex devices was taken out and handed round.

First there was a suction cup and pump, next anal beads then a ribbed monster dildo. Stacey watched innocently as each was inspected unsure of what each was used for. The men wasted no time in beginning to show her.