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CHAPTER EIGHT
As Phil walked naked into the high-rise apartment, he noted three other older businessmen sitting in the living room. They were all dressed in business suits and ties drinking cocktails. They smirked as Phil walked naked into the room, stroking his cock to keep it hard as John had ordered. John and the host followed.
"Afternoon gentlemen," John began, "this is my slut, he's here to service you. Feel free to use him however you see fit. His mouth is quite experienced and his ass, as always, is open for business. I thought we could get things rolling by giving his cock a clean shave, it's a little stubbly and I wouldn't want his to offend anyone. If you've got a straight razor, either I or anyone who wishes can do the honors."
"I'd be glad to take care of it," said the host. He went to the bathroom and returned with a towel, some shaving cream and the razor.
One of the other guys cleared off the coffee table and Phil went over, sat down and laid back across the table in front of everyone.
"My whore is all yours," John continued.
The host covered Phil's pubic area with shaving cream and rubbed it around his still hard cock, onto his balls. He then took the razor and holding Phil's dick, began shaving him smooth again. Once he was finished with his cock area and balls he ordered him to roll over. He spread the lather all over Phil's round ass cheeks. And then, shaved his ass smooth too. He slapped it from time to time and let the lather splash.
The other three guys smiled and once comfortable with the situation, began touching Phil's naked body. When Phil was shaved clean and wiped dry, they began stroking his ass cheeks, one guy stuck a finger in his ass, and then two fingers loosening him up.
"We have an outfit for him to put on in my bedroom," the host offered. "It's a woman's skirt, blouse and underthings. We want to play out a real rape scene. We want him to dress up, lipstick and all and when he comes out, we're going to make a run for him. We want him to truly fight us off. He, or it, is never to surrender to us, he's to fight, or she's to fight all the way till we all cum inside her mouth and asscunt."
"You've got it," John agreed. "You heard him cunt. Get in there and get ready and you'd better give them what they want. Or I guess you'd better try to NOT give them what they want." He laughed.
Phil went into the bedroom and found the clothes layed out across the bed. He first put on the pink thong underwear, adjusted his cock in the lacy silk material. He then pulled on the pantyhose, and the pink bra. He remembered watching his wife hook the bra in the front and then turn it around and put her arms in the straps. He then finished with the silky white blouse and pale green skirt. On the dresser was a tube of lipstick, which he picked up and tried his best to apply to his lips. He looked at the man or whatever before him in the mirror and headed for the bedroom door.
When he stepped into the room, the four men had removed their coats and ties and stood waiting for him.
They immediately lunged into a run and phil began to run too, as ordered. They grabbed him/her quickly and she tried desperately to pull away. They held her arms and one behind her held her waist. The man behind grabbed her breast, the bra, through the thin silk material and squeezed. Another man ran his hands down her sides and pulled her skirt up and pinched her ass. She/Phil tried to jerk away with all her might, she pulled and moaned and pleaded for them to let her go. They laughed and began pulling at her/his clothes. One guy grabbed her hand and pushed it on the bulge in his suit pants. She tried to pull away.
"Please don't," Phil begged. "Please let me go."
They laughed and began ripping at the skirt. The thin material gave way and soon it was gone, laying in shreds on the floor.
Phil covered her pantyhosed crotch to try and conceal her underwear. They grabbed the silk blouse and with a few rips, it too was gone, in rags on the floor.
She managed to jerk away and ran as they chased through the kitchen into the dining room and around into the living room. They caught her again and tackled her to the floor. One guy sat on her legs and ran his hands over her crotch area; the thick bulge there got bigger and bigger.
A second man grabbed the top of the panty hose and jerked and ripped until they were gone too. Phil's cock had slid out the side of the pink lace thong and with one quick pull, they too were history. He lay naked except for the bra, they had decided to leave it on for the game.
As one man kept Phil pinned to the floor, the other three stripped naked their cocks already raging hard.
"You want these cocks," one said, "don't you whore?"
"No please," she replied, "please don't do this, please let me go."
They laughed and the host climbed down on her chest and holding his cock slapped it across Phil's face. Back and forth, as she tried to pull away from the two men sitting on her, holding her down. She turned her head away from the huge cock, pretending to fear it, pretending to be scared and repulsed by the assault. She noticed John sitting on the couch smiling, watching the hot scene.
The host then leaned forward and ordered her to open her mouth.
Phil held his lips tight refusing to surrender, as ordered.
The man slapped her hard, she still held her mouth closed, he slapped again. She still refused. He forced his fingers into her mouth and pulled wide and then rammed his hard cock deep. She gagged but he continued to fuck her mouth.
As he fucked her while sitting on her chest, a second guy grabbed Phil's legs and raised them over his shoulders and grabbing his cock, he spread her legs wide and with a quick thrust, buried his thick cock deep inside Phil's ass. The other two cheered as their victim was fucked in the mouth and ass. They both grabbed one of her hands and wrapped his fingers around their hard cocks and made her stroke them as she was assaulted.
The host watched his cock ram in and out of her mouth, watched the thick red lipstick smear across her lips and all over the shaft of his cock. He fucked faster and faster till he was ready to cum and then he pulled out and told her to open wide as he shot in her mouth. She shut her mouth tight. He forced it open with his hands and with a last moan, he shot his load past her lips into her mouth. He then rammed her mouth shut and told Phil to swallow. He/she did.
As the second man fucked her ass, a third climbed on Phil's chest, still covered in the bra and he too forced her mouth open and fucked her throat. He fucked till he too shot deep down Phil's throat. At almost the same time the guy fucking her ass emptied his load in her tight cunt of an ass.
"I want to do her on the table," said the fourth guy.
They dragged her across the floor and lifted her naked onto the table and rolled her over. The fourth guy then filled her cunt/ass with his cock and the other three took turns ramming their cocks in her mouth. They rammed a couple quick thrusts and then pulled out and switched from one to the other and on and on and on. They continued until the fourth guy had shot. One of the three shot a second load in Phil's mouth.
They left her/Phil laying across the table and went back in the living room to their cocktails and content sighs.
"I hope you all enjoyed my cocksucker," John asked. "That was one fucking hot scene."
"She was great," said the host, "worth every cent of your two hundred bucks."
"Anytime boys," John replied, "she's always open for business."
Phil took off the bra and went back into the living room. He watched the five men discussing him, he could see they were pleased. They were all naked still, except John of course. He got down on his knees and crawled from one to the other sucking their cocks if they let him, which they did. Back and forth he crawled, nuzzling into his public areas, swallowing their soft cocks, licking their balls. He crawled toward John, he leaned into Johns crotch and John pushed him to the floor.
"When I say," he said. "Get up and let's go."
John shook hands and exited the apartment, Phil followed still naked. The elevator opened and an older woman screamed and dropped her bags all over the floor when she saw Phil. They kept walking into the elevator and down to the parking garage.
Only when they were a block from Phil's office, did John allow him to redress.
"Good job slut," John said, "I'm pleased with your performance. You'd better keep me pleased."
"Yes sir," Phil replied.
"Get out," John concluded.
Phil watched him drive off.
He watched, wondered what would come next.