Stephanie Pugh is a stunner! A pretty blonde, 5’2″, small but pert breasts (certainly a handful), a svelte figure, shapely legs and a firm, round ass. She regularly (unknowingly) won her village’s yearly “Go To Wank” competition. Each year the lads in her village, in the Valleys of Wales, would have a poll where they each wrote on a piece of paper their Top 3 village women they masturbate over. Stephanie always came out on top, having a face that would make any man melt… literally.
It was odd then, that she never seemed to keep hold of her man. Well, initially at least, but her village was relatively small and people talk. Seemed that, as great a fuck she would be, and she DID love sex, it was all pretty vanilla. Stephanie would fuck anywhere, but anal was completely out of the question and, when it came to a blow job, which she was reportedly excellent at, she would neither spit, nor swallow, and coming in her face was forbidden, as was coming anywhere on her person. Instead, she would only masturbate the lucky man and allow him to shoot off on his side of the bed, or tissues, if they were anywhere else. This, of course, was totally the opposite behaviour to what the village lads fantasised about. By now they knew she’d never do what they wanted to do to her, but that made their fantasies all the more horny. They’d even have Wank Meets where they’d print out pictures they’d slyly taken in the village bars, each discussing how they’d tear her apart as they spat their fat over the photographs.
Stephanie had landed a good job in her nearest City, a thirty minute drive. There, with her great looks and infectious personality, she soon became wank fodder for the men in the office. Her look for work being smart, tight pants or skirts that sat an inch or two above her knees. Of course, these would ride up nicely as she sat and, even though she would gently pull the hem down, there is only so far you can pull a skirt down. The men working either side would secretly take pictures on their phones of her with her skirt up her thighs, then send them around the office. She, of course, was totally oblivious.
Her current man was Gerald, at 33 five years her senior. A very handsome man, he would parade around the village looking smug, with his beautiful lady on his arm. However, as much as he was totally in love with her he, too, had fantasies that he knew he could never tell her. He’d kept up the pretence of their vanilla sex being all he ever wanted, yet regularly watched porn and imagined fucking her the way he wanted. His mates forever going on about smashing her really turned him on, and the franker they were in their conversations about her, the more he turned to porn to imagine her getting it every which way from a group of horny fellas. No beautiful lovemaking, just rampant, wild sex.
It was Friday night and Stephanie was in the pub with her girlfriends, but this time there was no smug Gerald posing for selfies with his stunning girl. “Where’s the man?” asked Jane. “Yes, he’s normally glued to you” added Susan. “We’ve had a row, and I’m seriously thinking of ending it all”. “WHAT?” exclaimed Susan. “What could be so bad?” “Well, I just don’t know how to say it… he…he…” “Spit it out, girl!” shouted Lou. “He came in my face!” she blurted. Louise roared with laughter. “Oh honey, it’s no crime. My fella shoots in mine all the time”. “And mine” added Jane. “Mine too” said Susan, “and you are such a pretty little thing, no wonder he wants to cover you in his man goo”. “What? You let your guys masturbate in your face? Don’t you realise how degrading that is?” “Degrading?” said a stunned Lou. “I love it, watching him shower me with his sperm. If it’s not my face, it’s my tits, or i look at the mirror on our wardrobe and watch him come over my ass. Such a turn on!” “Well, I NEVER let a man do that to me! And, I it was in my sleep!” “Oh Stephy, darling, you can’t blame him. Did you wake up?” asked Susan. “No, but when i did, to the alarm, my face felt awfully tight. When I looked in the mirror I saw the streaks of his semen… ON MY FACE! I went back to the bed. He was fast asleep with his phone by his side. I grabbed it and went through his pictures, he had filmed it and taken after pictures. I… I just feel so violated!” “Oh lovely” said Jane, “you’ll just have to take it on the chin”. (To which they all laughed, except Stephanie). “You can’t finish with him over this, you love each other! And, your next would only want to do the same thing anyway. Why not agree to letting him do it while you sleep and clean up afterwards, that way you are not party to it?” “Ugh, the idea of that is repugnant! You girls surprise me”. “Steph, we keep our guys happy. It’s only an expression of how much they fancy us. Isn’t that right girls?” asked Lou. Susan and Jane both replying positively, as the barman came to collect their empty glasses. “I’ll show you this is normal behaviour” said Jane, “Russell…” Stephanie, mouth open in horror, looked on in shock as she continued… “If our beautiful friend here was naked and let you come on her, anywhere you wanted, where would you choose?” Stephanie’s face turned beetroot. “Anywhere?” he replied, looking over at her. “It’d have to be your face, Stephanie”. “See!” the others all exclaimed. “Sorry love, but you are just Beylikdüzü Escort so pretty. Who could resist?”
Steph, now head in her hands to hide her embarrassment, said “I can’t believe you asked him that!” “Look lovely” continued Jane, you just need to realise it’s nothing. Now call Gerald and get him to join us. Let’s all work it through”. “No way! I’m not airing my dirty laundry in here any further. You’ve given the barmen enough to talk about. He’s agreed to pick me up at 11.30 and, no, you can’t have a lift. You might bring it up in the car”. Behind the bar, the conversation had, indeed, turned to how much the barmen would love to come in the pretty blonde’s face, but they would settle for just filling her up.
The evening came to an end and the three friends got into their taxi, leaving Stephanie getting ready for her lift. As she stood outside in the freezing cold winter air, rain poring down, in a long winter coat, she regretted the black denim mini skirt and thin pullover she had chosen to wear that night. A thick jumper and jeans would have been more appropriate, she thought to herself, as she waited for Gerald. And waited, and waited.
As Beth, the only bar girl, started to leave, the boss asked who was stood the other side of the door. “Oh it’s that blonde you’ve been talking about, must be waiting for a lift.” “Want us to call you a cab?” she asked, as she squeezed past her in the porch?” “No, no thank you. My boyfriend is coming”. “OK, see you next time” said Beth, hurrying into her boyfriend’s car. Another fifteen minutes passed and still no Gerald. “Lads” said the pub owner, “why don’t we” holding a sachet of pills by his head and waving them about, “ask the lady back in for a nightcap?” “Oh fuck, is it THAT blonde. And, are they Easy Lay?” asked Russell. “Yes they are” replied the owner, “and yes, if what Beth said is right. But does it matter, a fuck’s a fuck, isn’t it?” “Yeah, but I’ve wanted to fuck her for years” replied Russell. “Let her in, Tony” said the boss.
Stephanie turned to face the door as it opened behind her. “Your taxi not turned up love?” asked Tony. “It’s not a taxi, I’m waiting for my boyfriend. I think he’s fallen asleep” she replied. “Well, do you want to come back into the warm and wait in here? You’ll catch your death standing out there”. “Oh, OK, thanks. I’m freezing!” As she walked back in, the other three staff looked on. Yes, they would finally fuck Stephanie Pugh!
“Take a seat near the fireplace love” said the boss, a tall, portly man in his fifties. “Here you are” he said, ushering her to a high backed leather armchair. “Oh, this is so much warmer” she replied, sitting down without undoing her coat. “Want me to take your coat and hang it up?” asked Tony, eager to see her in her mini skirt that had been hidden by the table at the place she was sat at previously. “No, no, you’re OK. My boyfriend will be here soon, and it’s helping me warm up”.
“She won’t take her fucking coat off” said Tony, returning to his colleagues. “Don’t worry son” said the boss, “you’ll soon be seeing much more of her”. “What’s your poison, love?” he shouted over. “Oh, it’s OK, I’m alright.” she replied. “Nonsense, on the house! Have something while you are waiting. Maybe a warming whiskey?” “Oh, OK then, thank you” she said, with a pretty smile.
Tony brought it to her. “Whiskey, madam”. “Oh, a double? Thank you”. As the heat of the fire joined the heat in her body from the whiskey, Stephanie unbuckled her coat and opened it. Crossing her legs, she took more of the drink. It didn’t take long for the pills to take effect and Stephanie soon lay back, legs as far apart as her skirt allowed. The empty glass fell to the floor with a thud. The boss looked over. “Now, let the fun begin”.
Going over to her, he picked her up. Her tiny fame was putty in the huge man’s hands. “Get her coat off, Tony” he said, holding her up from inside it. He pulled it from her and she was carried to the pool table, where she was gently placed with her legs hanging over the edge. “Now, let’s see what we’ve got here”, he said, standing between her legs. Grabbing her thin jumper from either side, in each fist, he pushed it up and over her bra. “Nice little jugs on her” he said, running his hands over her white lace bra, tweaking her nipples through the thin lacy material. Next, he pushed up her skirt in a similar fashion, revealing matching white lace panties under her sheer tights. He started to grunt as he fingered through them to her cunt, soon causing them to tear. Then, suddenly, the usually mild mannered bar owner, seemed filled with rage. Tearing at her tights, he pulled and pulled, until they were torn from her, removing her heels to get them off completely. “Gift wrapped, like a present to her husband, boyfriend, whatever, but we got there first” he said, burying his face into her warm crotch, breathing in her nectar. He pulled away, fingering through her panties, before, pulling them to the side, his finger entering her cunt.
Russell and Tony had wasted no time, and were kneeling either side of her head, taking turns in fucking her mouth, while fondling her tits, still in her bra. The boss, now finger fucking her roughly with two fingers, was joined at his right side by Gordon from Escort Bayan the kitchen. A man in his forties with learning difficulties, he had always appreciated how polite Stephanie was with him, even when he occasionally messed up her order. “Boss, boss… what are you doing with the pretty lady?” he asked. “Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn”. Gordon looked shocked. “Oh, fuck off Gordon, I’ve seen you beating your meat behind the kitchen door when she’s sat at that table opposite, flashing a bit of thigh”.
Blushing, Gordon stood there watching, as his boss grabbed at her panties. The loud tearing sounds filling the, otherwise quiet, room, as he tore them from her, revealing a neat fair pussy. Immediately, he dove back into her crotch, lapping at the passed out girl’s cunt, while reaching up and pushing up her bra, to roughly tweak her nipples.
A short while later, he moved back, undid his trousers, dropped his boxers and guided his cock to her vagina. Long and fat, he gently slid it into her. He moaned gently as he moved in and out of her warm twat. He moved slowly at first, though soon ramping up speed. Watching him start to really fuck her hard, Russell asked where they would be coming? “Inside her, laddio” the boss replied, so don’t blow just yet. Gripping her hips tightly, the boss pounded sleeping Stephanie hard and deep. “Get her top off lads” he ordered, “let’s see her properly”. Russell and Tony pulled her jumper up, over her head. The boss then leaned forward, snapping her bra open. “Lovely little body on her” he said, as he roughly tweaked her nipples again. Moving his hands back down to her hips, he held her tightly as he sped up his motion. Like a man possessed, he jack hammered the poor girl’s cunt until he felt his balls constrict. He stopped. Sweat pouring down his face, and drool from his mouth, he felt his load shoot up to his head. For a moment it stayed there. The three others looked on, watching his face, as his cock exploded inside her. He took in her beauty as he roughly bucked his load deep inside her, loudly grunting with each powerful thrust.
Pulling out, Tony looked over. “Will they not be able to find out it was us. She’s hardly likely to keep this a secret?” “Trust me son, after we’ve finished I have a plan for her. She’ll be filled with so much cum they’ll never work it out”. “Cool” said Tony, now taking up position between her dangling legs. Picking them up and resting one over each of his shoulders, he drove his hard cock into her wet cunt, nicely lubricated by his boss. Russell, now seriously throat fucking the pretty blonde, reached over to squeeze her tits. The boss pulled out his phone and started filming the comatose girl getting spit roasted.
Gordon looked on, clearly getting anxious, but rubbing his hard prick in his trousers. “Get your dick out, lad” said the boss. “You do want to fuck her, you know you do!”. “I… I want to fuck her in the ass” he replied. “In her arse?” enquired Tony. “Well, let me make the way in easier for you”. Pulling out of her twat, he got Russell and the boss to hold a leg each. pulling her feet towards her head, better exposing her ass hole. Pushing his glistening penis head at her rear entry, he slowly entered her arse. “Like this, Gord?” He moaned as he slid further and further in her tight, virgin asshole, until he was balls deep. “H… how d… does she feel?” Gordon asked. “Tiiiigggghhhhhhhttttt!” Tony replied, as he built up speed .
Now really turned on, Gordon unzipped his trousers and pulled out his meat. “Fuckin’ hell!” laughed Russell, “you’ll rip her apart with that!” As he’d never had any luck with the ladies in the village, no one knew just how big a cock he had. “I’ve watched you wank over her out the back” said his boss, “so I knew. I’ve always thought it was a shame you don’t get to fuck some of these sluts that come in here. Get that monster up them! Well, at least blondie here’ll get it from you tonight”.
Tony built up speed, enjoying feeling the tightness of her ass envelop his shaft with every thrust. It wasn’t long before he was moaning loudly, bucking his warm semen into her anus. “Get out of her mouth, Russ” he asked, breathlessly, then leant over to kiss her. “Fuckin’ hell, you in love with her?” laughed the boss. “Think you’ve got a secret crush. She’s just a piece of fuck meat to me. Lovely body on her, i’ll give her that. Right Russell, your turn”.
Getting off the table, he got between her legs. Pulling her up at her hips, he asked for assistance in flipping her over. Now on her belly, he pulled her hips towards him, letting her feet touch the floor. Grabbing her shoes, he put them back on. “I want to see this image done right”. And right it was, the heels making the most of her shapely legs, her beautifully rotund ass now begging to be fucked. Reaching to the bunched up skirt around her waist, he unclasped the popper, pulled down the zip, then slid it gently up over her buttocks, then let it slide down to the floor. Lifting one leg at a time, he slid it out of the way with his right foot, before kicking her legs open by her ankles. “Get a picture of that, boss” he said, her sleeping face turned to the right so she was fully in view.
As he posed smearing pre cum over her left buttock, the boss istanbul Escort took pictures, before returning the phone to video, to capture him fucking her. He placed his cock head at her ass, and pushed into her. “Oh man, you are tight, Stephanie Pugh” he said, pushing his length deep inside. Gordon climed on the table and, grabbing a clump of her blonde hair in his left fist, placed his cock into her mouth with his right hand. Russell, grabbing her arms from behind, fucked relentlessly at her anus. Gordon, now holding her head in a vice like grip, fucked her face.
“We’re doing what she won’t let any man do” said Russell to the camera. “Fuck her in the ass”. “Oh no, don’t do that” said Tony in a high pitched, piss takey voice, “please don’t fuck my bottom, or cum in my face!” The men all laughed, as the pair continued to pound Stephanie Pugh from each end. It wasn’t long before her ass’s tight grip on Russel’s cock caused him to come. “Uhhhhhhh” he exclaimed, grabbing her hair tightly as he shot his warm semen deep into her backside. Over and over, he bucked his load inside her, jet washing her bowels, before collapsing onto her back.
“My turn to fuck the pretty lady” said Gordon, pulling out of her mouth. Gently laying her head on the table, he climbed off and approched her from the rear, drinking in the vision of her parted legs, sperm dripping from her anus. At first, he plunged his huge length into her cunt. Letting out grunts and groans, he pumped away at her, tearing her up inside. Streaks of blood appearing on his shaft upon every retraction. Whilst no slag, Steph had a good few cocks inside her, but nothing could compare to the length and girth of the one pounding away inside her now. Imagining Gordon would blow his load the minute he was inside her cunt lips, the others were surprised at his stamina.
A big man, like a gentle giant, he pulled out and turned her back onto her back. “I want to see pretty lady while i fuck her!” he exclaimed. “Hold her legs up by her face, please” he asked, politely. Russell and Tony complied, as they watched him drive his huge shaft into her ass. “Thanks for the lubrication” he said, laughingly, as they looked on, watching him go balls deep in her arse. Building up speed, he started fucking her furiously, watching her tits bounce to each thrust. “Pretty lady. Pretty lady” he kept saying, over and over again, as he ploughed into her ass hole, tearing her up inside. Blood and semen dripping from her, down his sack.
“Fuck me!” said the boss, still filming. “Go for it, Gordon!” Stephanie, jolting with every rampant thrust, remained out of it. Gordon reached up and put his hands round her neck, still pounding away. “Don’t fucking kill her!” said Russell, getting worried how the night might end. “This is just too hot!” said Tony, now masturbating at the girl’s side. “We can’t jizz on her, we’ll leave DNA” said Russell. “What I’ve got planned for her next will sort that out” said the boss. With that said, Russell also started wanking over Gordon rampantly fucking the girl, now jolting like a child’s rag doll.
The humping suddenly stopped. The pair looked on as Gordon pulled his huge cock out and started to shoot his load. They watched in amazement, as he shot rope after rope of his thick, white, semen out, up her body, splatting down on her head. Three thick loads covered her pretty face, then he moved down to splat over her tits and belly, then down to her crotch. Russell and Tony, so turned on seeing this, came onto her themselves. “Oh no, not my face” laughed Russel, coating her in more semen. “Please, please, not my face” laughed Tony, shooting into her face and then her breasts. “Hold this” said the boss, giving Russell the phone. Russell then filmed his boss coming in the girl’s face.
As they all moved away from the table, Stephanie Pugh, oblivious, lay there motionless. Red marks around her neck, breasts, hips, buttocks, and the back of her legs would alert her to what had happened while she was out, notwithstanding the copious amount of spunk all over her body.
“Get her dressed” said the boss. “We’re going for a ride”. The men got some towels from the kitchen and wiped as much sperm off her as they could, before putting her jumper and skirt back on, and putting her coat around her, fastening the belt. Putting her panties in one pocket of the coat, and her bra in the other, they carried her to the car and put her in the passenger seat. The three men sat on the back seat, wondering exactly what would happen to their piece of fuck meat next.
The boss got in and drove to a house on a hill, five minutes from the pub. As he opened the door to get her out, they could hear music booming from inside. He carried her up the drive and placed her in the porch. Carefully laying her down, he opened the bottom of her coat, raised her left leg at the knee, took a photograph and rang the doorbell. By the time he got back to the car he heard a young voice “Jack, Jack come here. It’s a creampie!”
“What’s going on boss?” enquired Russell. The boss turned to face them, showing the picture on the phone. Stephanie lay there, coat open, leg up, skirt raised, revealing her cunt and ass dripping blood and semen onto the satin inner lining. “It’s my nephew, Jack’s 15th. birthday party. There are about fifty, twisted fucking lads in there. I repair their laptops. I’ve seen their porn, read their messages. They’ll destroy her. Our DNA will be swept away by all of their’s, you can sleep soundly tonight.