Her small hands slid down the Mexican's brood back, and she cupped the smooth muscular buns of his manly ass, pulling him harder against herself as they kissed. She moved her hips, rubbing her drooling pussy against his slimy prick, enjoying the obscene contact.
"It was you, Raul," she whispered against his lips. "You and that big cock of yours, you gave me the first real orgasm I ever had and I adore you for that." She kissed him briefly again. "You big-cocked beauty! I think I love you!"
Raul abruptly released Victoria and pushed her back rudely, looking at her in utter amazement.
"Hey! Just one fuckin' minute here, lady," he said, frowning. "Let's not go gettin' serious about any of this shit. I'm just doin' a job here for your old man."
CHAPTER SEVEN
"You filthy bastard!" Victoria blurted.
And, before she knew what she was doing, her hand flew up and she slapped Raul's face hard.
In the next instant, he slapped her so hard she fell back, sprawling on her ass on the kitchen floor. She sat there on the cold tile, rubbing her jaw. He had hit her so hard it nearly knocked her senseless.
"Fuck this bitch some more," he told his buddies, sneering down at her. "I gotta have a break."
The naked Mexican grabbed a dish towel and wiped his cummy prick with it, threw the soiled towel in Victoria's face and strutted out of the kitchen.
Chuck grabbed her arm and jerked her to her feet roughly. She felt more of Raul's warm jism draining from her abused asshole as she teetered, still dizzy from his hard slap. And, curiously, she also felt a new flow of pussy juice wetting her cunt, which was simmering again. She felt terribly confused. Had being slapped by Raul aroused her again? Was she losing her mind?
"Stand still, bitch," Scott said, clamping a heavy metal collar around her fragile neck. "We're not finished with you yet."
There was a long chain attached to the collar, and Chuck fastened the other end of it securely to a cabinet handle that was too high for Victoria to reach.
Why were they chaining her up again? She had just given herself completely to Raul, right in front of them. And she wanted more of that hunky Mexican's stupendous cock. Why had he rejected her like that? Nothing made any sense. These men were terrorists of the worst kind warping her mind while they ravaged her body.
"Why doesn't Raul like me?" she asked. "I gave him what he wanted."
"None of us like you, Vicky." Chuck said. "We're just gettin' you thawed out for Andy because he doesn't know how to handle a bitch like you."
"You're just a piece of meat to us, lady," Scott said, rubbing his fingers in her wet cunt slot. "Nothin' personal, understand."
"How do people like you know my husband, anyway?"
Chuck grinned, taking her hand and putting it on his cock, which was partially hard.
"We're sort of… bill collectors," he said, caressing one of her tits. "We specialize in collecting gambling debts. You know, gamblers are bad about spending money they don't have so we make sure they pay up when they do get some money, see? I mean, we're not connected with any professional organizations or anything like that. We just break a few legs now and then."
Without even realizing what she was doing, the distraught blonde was stroking Chuck's stiffening prick fondly while they talked. But he noticed. He winked at Scott, who took her other hand and brought it to his own cock. Her fingers curled around the youth's prick, as if automatically, and she started pumping his prick, too.
"Does Andy owe somebody money?" Victoria asked, hoping that might explain all this. Maybe her husband had no choice but to let these punks have their way with her. "Is that it? This is the only way he can pay some debt or something?"
"No way," Scott laughed, still amused that she didn't even know she was playing with his cock. "We've collected a few debts for Andy before. Naw, he's no deadbeat. He just knew we could be trusted to do a dirty job right."
"Yeah," Chuck said, glancing at the big clock an the kitchen wall. "And he'll be along pretty soon to see how we did."
Victoria saw through the window that it was already getting light outside. God! These brutes had been abusing her all night long. She had lost all concept of time. And now she was emotionally devastated. Not only had her husband paid them to rape her the was coming back home to see the results of the nightmare they had put her through.
So, Andy wanted results, did he? Well, she had nothing to lose now. She had thrown away the last vestige of decency when she orgasmed on Scott's mouth, with Raul's cock up her ass and then let Raul spit cum from her ass into her mouth. She hoped that would be depraved enough to please her horny husband.
Becoming aware of what she was doing, Victoria looked down at the stiff cocks in her hands. She squeezed each cock, her eyes running up and down each young man's naked body. They were both nice looking, in different ways, now that she no longer feared their cocks. Chuck's muscle-bound body was a study in masculine perfection. And Scott was cute, in a boyish way.
"This chain isn't necessary anymore," Victoria said, drawing both of them closer by tugging on their pricks, "I'm ready for anything now, boys."
"But you look good in chains," Scott said, grinning mischievously at his buddy. "Don't you think so, Chuck?"
"For sure," Chuck said. "All cunts belong in chains."
Victoria was enjoying the feel of their hard pricks in her hands, and she realized now that her pussy was itching for more of the rough fucking these guys knew how to deliver. They did understand women like her… there was no doubt about that.
"Fuck me, Scott," she whispered, pulling his prick against her drooling cunt gash. "I like your way with women."
"Yeah?" he said, smiling disarmingly.
Then, like a bolt of lightning, he slapped the shit out of her.
"Oh!" she gasped, feeling a fresh surge of cum-juice deluge her cunt. "Yes! Take me by force, you beautiful boy! Fuck me!"
Scott drew away, surprised by her reaction. He scowled at her, looking a bit bewildered.
"It's no fun when you're so Goddamned anxious," he said.
"Aw, Scotty," Chuck said in disgust, pushing the youth aside. "You're sick, man. Anybody ever tell you that?"
"She's nothin' but a cock-crazy slut." Scott said, pouting.
"That's what Andy's payin' us for, stupid!" Chuck said. "To turn his cold bitch of a wife into a cock-crazy slut." He glanced down at the way she was clinging to his hard-on. "And I'd say we did a pretty good job. So now I'm gonna enjoy the results before Andy gets here."
Chuck grabbed the chain on Victoria's collar and yanked it rudely, forcing her down onto her knees.
"Suck my cock, slut!" he demanded.
Victoria took the big stud's circumcised prick into her mouth eagerly, cutting her green eyes up at Scott as she began to suck. Her hands quickly began to roam over Chuck's muscular body. His hard abdomen was ridged like a washboard, and his ass cheeks were solid muscle. She squeezed his firm buns and took his prick into her mouth all the way to its hairy base, nuzzling her nose in the wiry brown hair at his crotch.
"Look at that sleazy slut." Scott said in disgust. "Cock-hungry bitch she's just like the rest of them."
"Uh huh," Chuck agreed, curling his fingers into her soft blonde hair. "And it's just great!"
Victoria began moving her head, fucking her face on Chuck's prick. She had ceased to even try to analyze what had come over her. All she knew was that since she'd experienced that wonderful orgasm she was seeing men in a whole new way now. She had hated the sight of a naked man before, her husband included. But now, their bodies looked delicious to her. And their cocks, which she had feared before, thrilled her to the core.
She sucked madly on Chuck's prick, swirling her tongue about the spongy cock head and caressing his naked body adoringly.