Every inch of Sherry's body was wet not, wet and sticky, as they pinned her to the bed with stiff cock. As she sucked off Debbie's pussy, Sherry felt hot squirts of cream shoot onto her tits. The cum splattered all over her jugs, dripping down her nipples as Artie pounded away at her with his hard spitting cock. He pressed her tits around his meat and then slid it up anti down between her flesh, squirting out load after load of hot sticky white cum.
Debbie flooded her mouth with cunt juice, smothering her with her dripping pussy. She shook all over, pouring her cum into Sherry's sucking lips. "Mmmm, uhhh," Debbie groaned, slurping on the dick in her mouth while she rocked up and down on Sherry's face. Her hand flew up and down the long hard shaft, pumping it, jerking it off while she sucked on the tip of it. Her lips nibbled at the thick knob as she pulled it in and out of her mouth with loud sucking noises.
"Here it comes!" Joey said. "Here it comes, honey." He grabbed Debbie's head and slammed it hard against his groin. Then he shot off into her mouth. Debbie grunted and groaned while she sucked on it. She choked on the cum and pulled his squirting cock out of her lips. Her hand still jerked it off and the spray of cum flew onto her tits.
Then Debbie bent her head down and slid her cunt off Sherry's face. Debbie opened up her mouth and let the hot load of cream gush out of her lips into Sherry's mouth. Sherry sucked it up as it poured into her. She swallowed every bit of it, moaning with pleasure as the hot cream oozed down her throat.
They kept her pinned to the bed, hammering away at her. As she writhed and moaned, coated with cum, Sherry felt worn out. She could hardly move any more but she couldn't get off of the bed.
Over and over she felt stiff dick being shoved into her mouth and her cunt, stabbing into her like she was just a piece of meat. She sucked and fucked like crazy, swallowing hot cream, feeling it shoot into her cunt and her ass over and over.
Finally she was alone on the bed. She thought it was over, that she could go now. She had all the pleasure that she needed. But then Mike gabbed the rope that held her wrists together and dragged her over the side of the bed. She landed on her ass and then slid across the floor as he pulled her to the middle of the room.
They kept her on her knees, passing her from one to the other, yanking on the rope. And then she was forced to suck all the guys off again. Her jaws were sore and puffy and her whole body was covered with semen. She just opened her mouth and let them fuck her face until the hot cum shot into her.
When the guys got tired with her they threw her back on the bed and left her there while they dressed to go back down to the bar. Sherry passed out on her stomach.
When she woke up she was all alone. The ropes were still on her hands. She worked on them for a half hour, and then, when she freed herself she fixed her ripped cum stained clothes as much as she could and staggered out of the motel room.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sherry's husband was asleep when she got home. She walked quietly through the dark house, slipping off her shoes as she neared the bedroom. She stripped off her clothes and eased herself into the bed. He stirred but he didn't wake. She was safe. At least for now. She closed her eyes and then drifted into sleep.
In the morning she felt a hand on her shoulder, shaking her, pulling her up from the pillow. She was still half asleep and she could hardly keep her eyes open.
"Where were you last night?" Dan said. "I waited up for you until two."
Sherry was sore all over. She could feel bruises all over her. All she wanted to do was pass out and forget about everything. The last thing she needed was to hear him yelling at her.
"Answer me, Sherry," he said. He tightened his grip on her shoulder. "Come on, what's going on?"
She mumbled something about spending some lime with one of the girls from the store and then she said, "Now leave me alone!" She turned over onto her stomach, pulled the blanket over her shoulders and buried her face in the pillow.
Then she heard him storming out of the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. She waited until she heard him slam the front door and then she went back to sleep.
When she finally got out of bed at one in the afternoon she headed straight for the shower. Under the warm water she examined her body. There were bruises on her tits and her stomach. Her ass was sore and so was her mouth. Then it all came back to her. She thought of all the things that happened to her in the motel room. All those guys, she thought, and the girls too, handing out pleasure and pain at the same time. She knew she needed that kind of sex no matter what she had to go through to get it. She had to keep it under control, though. Dan was suspicious and she couldn't afford to stay out late any more. Not if she wanted to stay with him. She still loved Dan, she thought. He just didn't know how to treat her.
For the rest of the week Sherry came home right after she got off from work. Things were almost back to normal. And on the weekend she had sex with Dan a few times. It didn't do anything at all for her. Compared to what Al and Steve did to her at the store every night of the week it was a big letdown making it with Dan.
But she acted like she enjoyed it. Just to make him feel good. Sherry thought she had it all under control again. She could put out for him whenever he wanted it and she could get all of her kicks, the kind she needed, from Al and Steve. As long as she came right home from work Dan wouldn't have anything to complain about.
Sherry found out on the following Wednesday, though, that she had to make up another excuse for Dan. When she went into the office shortly after five o'clock Al called her over to his desk.
"You're coming with us after work tonight, Sherry," he said. "We're having a little party at my place."
Steve laughed out loud. "Yeah, just some close friends are coming."
Sherry knew what they meant. They were making all of the chicks that they were blackmailing come to their party. And the girls had no choice. Just like Sherry they made their decision a long time ago.
"But my husband won't like it if I stay out too late," Sherry said. "He'll be suspicious."
"Too bad," Al said. "You don't have to go if you don't want to, you know that. But then your husband will find out a few things about you, Sherry. Maybe we'll just tell him what you've been doing down here."
"I'll go," Sherry said. She acted like she was upset, but deep inside she was looking forward to it. She was forced to go, she thought. She didn't have a choice. And that, meant that whatever happened wouldn't be her fault.
Al left the store at eight o'clock to set things up at his apartment. Sherry stayed with Steve in the office until nine. Then she got into her car and followed Steve to Al's apartment.
It was a big apartment on top of a tavern with an out of business sign in the front window. The wide drive was filled with cars. Sherry parked on the street and then followed Steve up a long flight of stairs on the side of the building. He opened the door and then pushed her inside. Loud rock music blasted through the apartment. Sherry headed to the front room, one step ahead of Steve. It was crowded with teenage girls and some older women. Housewives, Sherry thought. In the same position as she was. They could leave if they wanted to, but the threat of blackmail kept them here. And not only that, they probably enjoyed it too. She could see the expectant looks on their faces. Half fear and half hunger.