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Jason Bell

Jason had one hand tightly gripping his own hardened member while the other tightly gripped the seat. The well build Mediterranean man FG03 held nothing back, he used Whitney like a personal sex toy. While FG02 was having his fun with her FG03 was simply trying to get off. Whitney cried out in dismay as he pummeled her, Jason could tell from her open mouthed screams this was anything but gentle.

Only moments later just as he reached neck breaking speed he pulled out of her swiftly and ripped the condom off. With one of his hands he finished himself off, spraying his handsome load along her back and in between her butt checks. He gave one of her arse cheeks a quick slap before steeping of the bed and grunting appreciatively.

"Well boys, how was that?" He gloated. The rest of the men laughed deeply, FG02 didn't give Whitney any reprieve and continued using her mouth for his own pleasure.

The older looking bearded man, FG05 stepped forward and cracked his knuckles. He made the obvious effort of opening and closing his mouth and stretching his face muscles as if he was exercising for the expression Olympics.

"My turn now." He exclaimed in a strong country American accent. FG05 made his way to the edge of the bed and instead of kneeling on it like his predecessor he knelt on the floor and rested his elbows on the edge, eying her womanhood like a prize he had won.

"Get the bitch on her back." He ordered. He placed a hand on her thigh to push her over. FG02 pulled himself out of her mouth just as she flipped around but then quickly pushed himself back in when she had righted herself. FG05 reached forward and bent her legs at the knees before pulling her close to his mouth. Without waiting for any kind of permission he attacked her mound like a deep sea diver, his mouth engulfing her entire womanhood.

Though Jason couldn't see the minor details of what he was doing to her, Whitney's reaction was enough to tell him this man intended of giving her at least a small amount of pleasure.
 
Whitney found herself now on her back, with the sheets all wet underneath her from FG03's explosion moments ago. FG05 was more gentle, at least for the moment, as he entered with his smaller cock, and pressed up against her with his silver pubes.

FG02 held her face so that she was forced to look up at the man who was penetrating her. His cock dipping in and out of her sloppy opening.

"MMMmmmmm. I can't wait to see what this bitch feels like after we've all had thirds" FG05 sighed as he picked up the pace.

Her legs instinctively wrapped around his hips as he worked her over.

Her moans were all muffled as her mouth was full with FG02's cock every second.
 
Jason Bell

FG05 didn't spend a great deal of time giving her oral pleasure, from what he could tell though, FG05 not only enjoyed using his tongue inside her pussy, but also inside her arsehole too. Jason and Whitney hadn't delved too much in anal sex, especially orally. When FG05 had his fill of her he positioned himself on top and began plundering her joyfully, though he wasn't as rough as FG03 he wasn't necessarily gentle either.

"Well I've had enough of this hole I think its time I have a go at another one." FG05 exclaimed. He pulled out of her and removed the condom, at first Jason thought he was going to cum on her like his predecessor but instead he adjusted his angled and began to push into her arse. Whitney didn't seem entirely comfortable with his new assault and neither was Jason, he stood up in anger and was about to storm down to the front of the room.

For reasons unknown, the overseer of the club hadn't interrupted the man for removing his condom before entering her again. Jason was almost entirely certain that it was against the rules and although no one else seemed to care he wasn't about to watch as his wife was violated without protection.

Just as he stepped out of his row another man stood up and blocked him.

"Leave it be man. Let them have their fill, it'll be worse if you stop them." He whispered with warning. The man had a point, if he went down there it would reveal his connection to his wife and possibly land them in more trouble. With their thorough cleaning process pre-session it was likely that the man was clean enough. At least he hoped he was. Jason signed and sat back down to watch as the man slowly and probably painfully penetrated his wife.
 
Time elapsed quickly as all was recorded deeply in the mind of Jason Bell as he watched his wife fall to the mercy of five rather brutish men.

The bright lights above had been illuminated once the bell rang ending the three hour session. The men had finished with her. She lay on the mattress on her side, barely conscious. Her clothes in a pile to the side.

Both of her ass cheeks were red and imprinted with multiple hand prints. As were her breasts. After they took their turns with her, they had decided to start in on those lovely breasts, first twisting the nipples, then slapping them and pinching them. Her nipples were swollen and chapped.

Her once soft and perfect hair was now stringy and dishseveled. Bangs oozing cum hung down her forehead. A string of cum also hung from hair behind her ear. It was drooling into a gob on the floor. It wouldn't be possible to run fingers through that hair anywhere on her head without feeling the gooey cum.

One of Whitney's cheeks was splattered, and there was a drool of cum just below her nostrils. That had happened when a man exploded so remarkably in her throat, she choked it out of her nose. Her lipstick was smeared. Cum leaked out the corners of her mouth. It had flowed down her chin and puddled at her neck.

There were streaks and splatters of cum across her reddened breasts and swollen nipples, down her stomach and at the small of her back. Looking further down, one could see that the men's frenzy to try shoving two cocks into her asshole at the same time left a gaping, cum oozing hole still, a good three or four fingers wide. Some of it had drooled to her thighs, and the rest puddled on the sheets.

There was an overturned champaign glass on the floor. It still had a smear of cum inside. The glass had been full when they forced her to drink it. they had laughed when she choked and splattered it all over herself.

As for her cunt, it was distended, having been fucked over and over again by the men. They were unprotected and didn't mind sloppy seconds, thirds, or even sevenths. The pussy lips were red. They had held her open, stretched her, to show off their 'deposits'. Cum was drooling out of her, and down the sides of her legs.
 
Jason Bell

A wave of relief washed over Jason as the final buzzer sounded. Each man gave her a final slap on the arse before leaving. After what seemed like an eternity of inner turmoil; struggling with his own natural instincts in being turned on against his disgust at the way the men treated her it was over.

Staff members of the club escorted her out and back into the room that she entered from. Jason felt compelled to follow but decided it was probably better to wait still.

Only moments later the voice told him to report to another room. He was asked to input his bank account details for payment and given another run down of the club rules involving disclosure. When the formalities had been completed he was escorted to a final room where he would see his wife.
 
She didn't remember the end of the session or that she walked, naked, with her own two feet back down the hallway to the dressing room.

When Jason entered, he'd find her laying on her side, sleeping on a table, much like a doctor's examination table, facing the other way. His eyes would immediately focus on her swollen rear covered in hand prints.

She'd fidget a little in her sleep and roll onto her back. As he walked around in front of her he'd see her bruised thighs and sloppy pussy and anus, still oozing the cum of the men. In fact, it was difficult to find a spot on her body that wasn't either splattered with seamen or somewhat abused.

Her hips, around her waistline, marked with hand prints from how they gripped her when they fucked her, again, and again.

Her breasts mauled, nipples swollen.

Her chin raw from all the contact with their beards and their hairy balls.

She was a mess. And she was pretty much unconscious, splayed for the taking.
 
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