Home Sweet Homeland

Elisabeth tried to catch her breath. Only to have it snatched out of her lungs as two pairs of hands began pulling down her pantyhose, their strength overcoming the increasing tightness of the material as it forced over her opened thighs until the waist band was cutting into the very bottom of the curve of her buttocks. Cool air flowed around the expose wet patch in her briefs, but only for a second as the fingers returned to the promised land.

"Oooh. . ."

"Don't worry, Elisabeth, Scott's getting his clothes off now. You keep talking and I'll get you ready for him. You want that, don't you? You want a really good fucking for the camera, hey? So keep us interested. Keep talking about how you counseled those guys in the boat shed."

"Jesus, Jesus, the next one put his cock into Anita's cunt, then into mine, and then right up my ass!"

Elisabeth jerked against her restraints like a mare smelling a stud stallion as Jarrel dragged her panties down to the same level as her hose. A twanging sound sounded across the office as the over stretched waist elastic snapped and the panties were left hanging around the tops of Elisabeth's legs like windblown laundry. Catherine giggled and circled the scene, the camera at her face staying aimed at the chair all the time.

"Elisabeth, I've got to show this to some male friends of mine sometime," Christine cooed. "They are just so going to love watching you get fucked in that position. And aren't you loving it too, Ms nice lady?"

"Yes . . . Oh, sweet Lord!"

Jarrel pulled her ass cheeks wide apart, put his lips against them and gave her a Bronx cheer right up the butt. Then his tongue trailed a wet path down into her cunt, right onto the swollen lips spread out like budding rose petals covered with morning dew. The tongue ran around on them as if trying to decide on a place to finally settle, sending Elisabeth into a moaning fit of desire.

"Jeeeeesus . . . fuck me!"

She heard Catherine call out mockingly: "Come on up, Scott Heynig. You're wanted."

"OK, but put your hand over her mouth again or the whole building will hear her sounding off when I give it to her."

Elisabeth made no protest at Catherine's fingers covering her mouth: she concentrated on sucking in as much air as she could between them while she had the chance. Jarrel's tongue finally touched her clitoris, his fingers stroked the backs of her tied legs and the chair rocked and creaked underneath her weight as Elisabeth convulsed again.

"Hold on, sweetie, Scott is just putting the rubber gift wrapping on your government issue work bonus," Catherine cooed. "Now, I'm going to take my hand away far enough for you to tell us how many times you got reamed out in that boat shed."

"Ah . . . I don't know. They all had me, one way and another, and Anita as well. Then they told us that when we went home on the bus on the last night of camp we had to be wearing stocking and high heels and no panties. They said they were going to put us together on the back seat and we were going to have our heels hanging over the top of the seat in front all the trip home. They said every boy riding on the bus was going to have a ride on us as well . . . God! God!"

Catherine's fingers pressed against Elisabeth's lips again, cutting off her rising voice. "I don't know exactly what you're doing back there, Jarrel," the girl said, "But it seems to have Ms Manning interested. OK, guys, let's see the bulls start charging."

Jarrel's tongue left Elisabeth's rigid clitoris, the wetness of his saliva mixed with her own juices. His fingers were no longer stroking behind her knees, she was being left to melt in her own fires. Until another, rougher hand patted her left ass cheek and squeezed it like a rider reassuring a nervous horse. At almost the same moment something hard and incredibly smooth nestled in between her cunt lips, parted them, and then entered all the way into her, boldly going into places she could have sworn no man had reached before. Oh, God, Scott, you fit into me like nobody else ever has!

"What's she like?" Jarrel asked.

"She's good and tight. I think she needs a lot more fucking than she's been getting. Christ, be careful of your fingers, Catherine. The noise she's making, she might bite them off."

"Ms Manning won't dare bite me," Catherine answered. "Not unless she wants to lose some teeth. Give her a few more deep ones and see if she'll shake her tits for us."

Scott's hands clamped around Elisabeth's waist, he lunged forward hard enough to make her hands almost slip off the chair and her hanging breasts swayed around like balloons in a breeze. From behind her Elisabeth could hear her cunt squelching and popping as Scott's body slammed into her buttocks with grunts of effort. Christine used her free hand to tug on Elisabeth's ear.

"It's a pity you can't see what you look like right now, Elisabeth, ass up and panties down, but don't worry, I'll make sure you get a complimentary copy of the tape. In fact I'll make sure you sit down and watch every second of it."

"Hey, how about me," Elisabeth heard Jarrel call out. "Don't I get a turn?"

"We'll let Elisabeth choose," Scott said. "Watch this."

His cock was taken out of her cunt and he moved the chair around a quarter turn. Now only Catherine was touching her with her hand over her mouth, and even that was removed. Elisabeth was left panting on top of the chair, aroused, untouched and almost weeping in frustration.

"Please, guys, please . . . I need more!"

"No problem." It was Scott's voice. "Your feet are touching the carpet. You can swivel around to your right or left. Go left and Jarrel will shaft you, come right and I'll give you some more. Which do you want?"

Catherine laughed and leaned her head towards Elisabeth's, to whisper in her ear. "Don't quote me on this, Elisabeth, but Jarrel has a bigger dick than Scott's. I'd go for a ride with him if I were you."

Elisabeth dug her toes into the carpet and the chair creaked like an ungreased windmill in a fading wind as she struggled to turn it to her left. Around her the agents laughed as Ms Elisabeth Mary Manning fought to swing her naked ass around inch by inch, a government bureaucrat no longer caring about her situation or shame, all her emotions stifled by an overwhelming desire to have a man mount her again.

Jarrel called out to encourage her: "Twenty degrees left to go, Elisabeth . . . ten degrees to go . . . five degrees, almost there. All stop, down anchor And here comes the torpedo."

Catherine's hand clamped down over Elisabeth's lips again just in time to stop her first squeals of gratified pleasure from echoing around the office. Then they parted to allow a thick fleshy plug to be inserted in Elisabeth's mouth. Catherine giggled and Scott muttered in encouragement as Elisabeth sucked on his cock in total surrender to his demands.

Jarrel laughed out loud and gave her a thrust from behind with a prick so long and powerful it seemed like it had come off a NASA launch pad. Elisabeth almost choked on Scott's dick and felt as if her ears were about to pop. Then Jarrel's fingers rubbed against her clit and she exploded as if he'd pulled a pin from a grenade. Elisabeth thought she was dying. Until her eyes opened again to see and feel her nose rubbing against the blonde hairs of a man's pubic patch. They were tickling her nostrils and if she sneezed now she would certainly die, of suffocation. But, God, she was alive and living in a fever of excitement as two men pleasured themselves on her trapped body any way they wanted to.

Catherine's fingers tugged hard on Elisabeth's ear: "Be a good girl for us, Ms Manning, and there'll be plenty more of this. For starters, you're going to email some pictures to Abbas Sarak showing how you got tied down across a chair in your office by a couple of guys who used you like a total slut. Then you're going to tell him you're visiting LA and ask him to get a few friends together to meet you. I guess he'll oblige. And after his raghead gang have finished fucking you every which way you'll tell them where you work and what your husband does. If they get interested in any of that then we'll be interested: understand?"

Elisabeth body was already building up for another climax. As she realized what she was going to have to do for Catherine the orgasm racked her body, stiffening every muscle like a lightning strike as her ravishers emptied themselves into her with shuddering gasps of triumph.

"Oh well done, Elisabeth," Catherine chuckled. "Ask not what your country can do for you, ask instead how many men you can do for your country."

THE END