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Author: Norm DePloom
Title: Paying the Bill
Part:
Summary: Brenda is left 'holding the bag' when her 
husband arranges for workman to repair damage to the 
house.
Keywords: M+F, oral, reluctant

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Copyright (C) 2004 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any form for 
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All the characters and events in this story are 
fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is 
entirely coincidental.

Paying the Bill
By 
Norm DePloom

"I'm so glad you could make the repairs this evening," 
Brenda said as she followed the three workmen to the 
front door of the house watching their tool belts slap 
against the sides of their tight butts.  While she had 
enjoyed spending the afternoon watching their hard 
bodies, Brenda was now anxious for them to leave so 
she could give her favorite vibrator a good work out 
while she imagined these three men ravishing her and 
forcing her to do all the nasty things she didn't have 
the courage to do with her husband.  

"I was really afraid about having that kind of hole in 
the wall when my husband is out of town.  I'm glad he 
was able to get a hold of you guys."  Brenda smiled at 
the three men as they all turned and looked at her.  
An afternoon of fantasies had left her crotch hot and 
wet inside her sweatpants.  She fidgeted with her 
blouse as they stared at her.

"My husband said that the insurance company would pay 
for the repairs," Brenda added as her nervousness 
increased.  

"Your insurance company will reimburse you, but you 
have to pay us." Jeffrey spoke in a clear measured 
tone, as if he was speaking to a not overly bright 
child.  

"OK, I'm sorry, my husband didn't tell me that, I'll 
go get my checkbook."  The three men looked back and 
forth between each other, then back at Brenda.  

"We only took this job because your husband promised 
us cash."  Brenda took a step back from the men.

"He didn't tell me that," Brenda clutched the front of 
her blouse like she was afraid the buttons would come 
undone.  

"Well, that was the deal your husband made with us."  
Jeffrey and his helpers were obviously growing angry.

"I don't have enough cash to pay you," Brenda's 
growing desperation showed in her voice, "all I can do 
is write you a check."

"The reason we accepted this job," Jeffrey said, his 
voice growing menacing, "is so we could have some cash 
to do a little partying this weekend."

"I'm sorry," Brenda said, taking a step backwards and 
crossing her arms protectively over her breasts, "I 
don't have any cash, there's nothing I can do about 
that."  The look on the men's faces as they looked 
back and forth and seemed to come to some unspoken 
agreement sent shivers of fear down Brenda's back.  

"Then I guess we will just have to do our partying 
here."  All three men stepped forward surrounding 
Brenda with her back against the wall.  

"Oh, god, no, you can't."  Brenda said, tightening her 
arms over her breasts as she realized the intent of 
these three men and discovered that the actuality of 
the intent was not exciting, like it was in her 
fantasies, but scary.  "I want you to leave my house 
immediately," Brenda's bravado was betrayed by the 
tears streaming down her cheeks.  Still surrounding 
Brenda and holding her against the wall, each of the 
men removed the tool belt they were wearing and 
dropped them to the floor with loud crashes that made 
Brenda jump.  

"Give us the cash payment your husband agreed to and 
we will," Jeffrey said as three pairs of hands pulled 
at Brenda's clothing.

"I told you," Brenda whined as she sniffed back tears, 
"I told you that I don't have the cash."

"Then you're going to have to pay us with your body."  
When Brenda uncrossed her arms to grab the waist band 
of her sweat pants to keep them from being pulled 
down, she felt hands on her breasts and pulling at the 
buttons on her blouse.  When she tried to push the 
hands away from her breasts, Brenda felt the hands 
pulling her sweat pants down again.   

"I'll write you a check for twice as much, please," 
Brenda begged, her face pulled and twisted by her 
fear.  Wherever Brenda moved her hands to fend off the 
three men, their hands moved to another unprotected 
part of her body.  By the time Brenda gave up and just 
covered her tear streaked face with her hands, her 
blouse had been ripped open showering the hardwood 
floor with buttons; her bra had been pulled up 
exposing her ample breasts and large nipples; and her 
sweatpants were halfway down her thighs exposing her 
thick growth of pubic hair.  

"Please stop," Brenda begged again as she tried to 
ignore the fingers tugging at her nipples.  She was 
not prepared for the jolt of heat that shot through 
her body like a bolt of lightening when the mouth 
closed on her left nipple and sucked.  

"Oh, god, no," she moaned as her errant nipple 
hardened rapidly in her attackers mouth.  Jeffrey 
released Brenda's nipple from his mouth then turned 
her around and, grabbing a handful of her hair on the 
back of her head moved her back down the entrance 
hall.  Brenda felt hands touching her butt, her belly 
and her breasts as she struggled to walk with her 
sweatpants half way down her legs.

"We're going to go back to your bedroom now," Jeffrey 
told Brenda as she stumbled along beside him, "and 
take turns fucking you."  The fantasy which had been 
running through Brenda's head all afternoon was 
becoming real, and it frightened her almost beyond 
comprehension.  The fear was so overwhelming that 
Brenda barely noticed the cool air crinkling her 
saliva wetted nipple, or the moisture coating her 
cunt.  Three two one, the thought kept going through 
Brenda's mind, three men and one woman, what chance 
did she have.  It was obvious they were going to do 
whatever the hell they wanted to her and she could not 
stop them.  

It's Bill's fault, Brenda thought as Jeffrey and his 
two workers marched her toward the master bedroom, 
towards the bed she had shared with no one other than 
Bill in all the years they'd been married.  It would 
serve him right if I actually enjoyed being fucked by 
these men.  For the first time since the men started 
pawing at her body, Brenda admitted to the growing 
knot of anticipation in the pit of her stomach, and to 
the deep shadowy curiosity about what it was going to 
feel like to have cocks other than her husbands 
fucking in and out of her cunt.  

Once inside the bedroom the three men quickly finished 
stripping Brenda.  Despite the ribald nature of her 
thoughts while she was being walked to the bedroom, 
Brenda could feel her face turning bright red as she 
stood in front of the three men wearing nothing but 
her Birckinstocks and painfully aware of every, real 
or imagined, defect in her body.  Brenda held her left 
arm across her breasts, not hiding much more than just 
her nipples and silver dollar sized areolas, and her 
right hand in front of her crotch, not even managing 
to cover her thick mat of hair.  Brenda had never 
stood naked in front of anyone other than Bill.  She 
didn't even really enjoy being on display for him like 
this, and never had she thought that she would ever be 
standing, naked, in front of three men whose first 
names she wasn't even sure of.  

"Put your arms down to your sides."  Jeffrey said.  
Brenda's face burned, and she had to remind herself 
that she did not have a choice, these men were capable 
and obviously willing to take whatever they wanted.  
She let her arms drop slowly down to her sides.  Her 
breathing had become rapid and shallow, her nipples 
were hard, and her pussy was wetter than she could 
remember it ever being before.  As the men looked at 
her naked body, Brenda worried about what was going to 
happen when one of them touched her between her legs.  
They would discover how wet she was, apply the 
equation wet equals slut, and assume things about her 
that weren't true.  Brenda realized that any attempt 
to preemptively declare her non-slut status would just 
be viewed as further proof of her sluttiness.  

As the men's eyes moved over her naked body, Brenda 
noticed the bulges in the fronts of their jeans.  One 
by one the men adjusted their crotches to relieve the 
pressure on their hardening cocks.  Jeffrey sat on the 
chair in front of Brenda's makeup table then wiggled 
his finger indicating his desire for Brenda to 
approach him.  Once Brenda had decided that this was 
all her husband's fault, and that it would serve him 
right if she thoroughly enjoyed getting fucked by 
these three men, the fear had begun to evaporate 
leaving a growing excitement in its place.  Brenda 
felt like her naked body was vibrating with sexual 
energy as she stepped over and stood in front of 
Jeffrey.  She watched as his hand moved out and 
slipped between her legs.  Brenda's whole body jerked 
forcefully when the fingers touched her pussy lips.  
Placing his other hand on her back, Jeffrey pulled 
Brenda closer and took one of her nipples into his 
mouth.  Without being told, Brenda spread her legs, 
giving Jeffrey easier access to her very wet cunt.  

"Look at her ride Jeff's hand," one of the other men 
said with a tone of voice usually associated with 
commentators on golf courses.  Brenda had almost 
forgotten about the other two men.  Looking over her 
shoulder she watched them stroking the lumps in their 
pants while they watched her being fingered by their 
boss.  In an apocalyptical moment Brenda realized that 
three men had hard cocks because of her.  Three men 
were anxious to fuck her, a sense of her own power 
flowed over and through her like a tsunami, forever 
changing her view of sex.  Brenda suddenly found 
herself wanting not just one, but all three cocks 
inside her pussy.  

Jeffrey released Brenda's nipple, pulled his fingers 
from her cunt, pushed her back onto the bed then, 
standing over her, slowly unbuckled his belt and let 
his trousers fall to the floor.  Brenda was mesmerized 
by the sight of a man stroking his hard cock while he 
looked down at her naked body.  She realized that she 
wanted to be fucked more than she had wanted it in a 
long time.  Brenda spread her legs as Jeffrey climbed 
onto the bed and crouched over her in anticipation.  
Jeffrey's two helpers stood one on each side of the 
bed watching.  

"Fuck her, Jeff, fuck the bitch hard," the one on 
Brenda's right said as he undid his pants and pulled 
his hard cock into view.

"I'm second," the other man said, laying dibs on 
Brenda's cunt.  Brenda was amazing herself, she 
couldn't believe how quickly and easily, once she had 
decided to make it all her husband's fault, she had 
gone from trembling in fear of these three men to 
spreading her legs and eagerly waiting for the first 
one to enter her.  She'd always been afraid that there 
was a slut of Biblical proportions lurking just below 
the surface, and now it was out in the open.  With one 
hand under each of her bent knees, Brenda pulled her 
legs up and further apart as Jeffrey grabbed the base 
of his hard cock with one hand and rubbed his cock 
head up and down her wet, swollen pussy lips.  
Brenda's body jerked and a loud moan escaped her mouth 
every time his cockhead moved across her clitoris.

Brenda sighed deeply when Jeffrey pushed his hard cock 
into her cunt.  She had always loved the moment of 
penetration, and this one was especially exciting with 
two other hard-cocked men watching while they waited 
for their turns to use her naked body.  Brenda wrapped 
her arms and legs around Jeffrey's body and fucked 
upward with every one of his downward strokes.  She 
closed her eyes and savored the image of her well-
fucked cunt overflowing with the cum of these men.  
Just as Brenda was getting into the rhythm of the 
fuck, the phone rang.

"That's probably my husband," Brenda said as she and 
Jeffrey continued fucking, "checking to make sure the 
work was done."

"Answer it," Jeffrey ordered without slowing his 
steady fucking of her cunt.  One of the two men 
waiting with hard cocks for their turn, handed the 
cordless phone to Brenda.

"Hello," Brenda said into the mouthpiece while she 
continued to fuck herself up onto Jeffrey's cock.  

"What do you mean 'What's the matter with me?', she 
asked after listening for a moment.  

"Yes, the work is done...you what?...why did you do 
that?...You're an asshole, do you realize that?...no I 
don't think it's funny for you to promise them cash 
and not tell me...oh, you figured once the work was 
done they'd just take whatever payment we wanted to 
give them?"  Brenda continued to fuck herself on 
Jeffrey's cock while she repeated this information for 
their benefit.  The more she listened to her husband 
gloat about the little trick he played on the men, who 
had agreed to do the emergency work on their house, 
the more she enjoyed the feel of Jeffrey's cock 
fucking deeply into her pussy. 

"Am I playing with myself?"  Brenda gave Jeffrey and 
his partners mock look of shock at the suggestion.  
"Why?  You want to have a little phone sex?"  Brenda 
smiled conspiratorially at the men waiting to fuck 
her.  "Are you touching yourself?"  She asked her 
husband.  "Are you nice and hard for me?  I'm all wet 
and ready to fuck.  You want me to suck on that great 
big cock of yours?"  Brenda was on the edge of both 
laughter and orgasm as she teased her husband while 
Jeffrey's cock fucked deep into her.  

"Jeffrey, the man in charge of the work crew, he's a 
big black man.  He's fucking me right now."  Brenda 
stopped talking for a moment while a mini pre-orgasm 
shook her body.  "That fantasy turns you on doesn't 
it?  Oh yea, I knew it would.  His big black cock is 
fucking places inside me you've never come close to 
touching.  Pretty soon he's going to squirt his little 
black baby makers deep inside my cunt, then the other 
two men will take their turns."  Brenda's body 
quivered as another orgasmic precursor moved through 
her.  "I'm ready to cum, dear, I'll let you speak to 
Jeffrey while he pumps me full of sperm."

"Hey, ass wipe," Jeffrey said into the phone while he 
continued to fuck, "your wife has a great little pussy 
between her legs.  Frank and Simon and I are going to 
take turns fucking it all weekend.  I hope you're 
enjoying your little business trip."  Jeffrey thrust 
his cock completely inside Brenda's warm clasping 
pussy and held it there while he emptied his cum 
inside her body. 

"Oh, yea, mother fuckin' Jesus," he said into the 
phone as his body jerked with each pulse of cum, "I've 
just filled her with my jizz, asshole.  I bet you'll 
think twice before you play games like that again."  
Jeffrey handed the phone back to Brenda and, pulling 
his dripping cock from her body, climbed off the bed 
making room for Frank to take his place.

"Was that as good for you as it was for us?"  Brenda 
asked sweetly as the next man pushed his hard cock 
into her wide-open, gapping, just-fucked cunt.  
"That's not a very nice way to talk to your wife," 
Brenda scolded as she wrapped her legs around Frank's 
waist and fucked up against him just as 
enthusiastically as she had fucked against Jeffrey.

"Ooh," Brenda cooed into the phone, "I didn't realize 
Hispanics had such big dicks.  Tell me, honey, do all 
white men have little dicks like you?  I think maybe I 
should fuck around a bit and see how you compare."  
Brenda held the phone away from her ear and looked at 
it with disbelief.  "He hung up on me," she said, then 
dropped the phone and wrapped her arms around a man 
whose name she didn't even know while he fucked her 
with long hard strokes.  

Brenda's orgasmed as she contemplated how many men she 
could fuck in one day.  The idea of lying in her bed 
as man after man crouched between her spread thighs to 
fuck her caused Brenda's hips to jerk, rhythmically 
fucking her cunt up onto the man's hard cock.  Closing 
her eyes, Brenda imagined her husband tied to a chair 
and forced to watch while a whole house full of 
nameless men took turns fucking her right her on the 
bed she shared with him.  She imagined so many men 
waiting to fuck her that she didn't even have time to 
get off the bed when she had to pee, but instead just 
let it flow and soak into the mattress with all the 
cum and vaginal fluid draining from her over fucked 
pussy.  The image in Brenda's mind, and being fucked 
by the second man in a row triggered one of the most 
intense orgasms she had ever experienced.  And, she 
thought gleefully as her naked, orgasming body fucked 
itself on the man's cock, there's another one still to 
come.

Brenda couldn't remember the last time she and her 
husband had fucked more than twice in one week, much 
less three times in less than an hour as she held out 
her arms and welcomed the third man into her body.  
She wasn't surprised that he didn't last as long as 
the first two, he'd been over stimulated by watching 
the other men fuck her.  Brenda attempted to sit up 
when Jeffrey pushed her back down on the bed and 
inserted his re-hardened cock in her cunt.  Brenda 
sighed, and, with a smile on her face, started fucking 
again.  When these men had said that they were going 
to 'fuck her all weekend' Brenda had naturally assumed 
it to be the same kind of male exaggeration she was 
used to when her husband promised to 'fuck her brains 
out'. 

Jeffrey had hardly fucked more than twenty thrusts 
deep into her cunt when the doorbell rang.  Brenda was 
enjoying the physical sensations of a cock moving in 
and out of her cunt so much she remained unaware of 
the doorbell or Frank leaving the room.

"There are two cops at the door," Frank announced as 
he reentered the room.  

"Fuck," Jeffrey said as he pulled his cock from 
Brenda's pussy.

"Let me get rid of them," Brenda said as she climbed 
off the bed, "then we can finish what we were doing."  
Brenda pulled on a short silk robe, that was just 
barely long enough to cover her crotch, as the 
doorbell rang a couple of times in rapid succession.  

"What are they doing here?"  Simon asked, reaching for 
his pants.

"What do you think?"  Brenda asked as she left the 
room, "I'll get rid of them," she promised looking 
back over her shoulder.  Brenda held the robe closed 
with one hand as she opened the door just enough to 
look out with the other.  

"Can I help you?"

"May we come in?"

"What do you want?"

"We got a call that a woman was being raped her."  
Brenda stood in the doorway and let her robe fall 
open.

"Who called you?"

"We can't really say.  Is there a problem here?"

"Only problem here is that you've interrupted a really 
good fuck, but it was a consensual fuck.  No rape 
here." 

"Mam, may we come in and look around and make sure 
everything is OK?"

"Look, I've got three men here taking turns fucking me 
and I'm having the time of my life."  Brenda noticed 
that both of the officers had lumps forming in the 
crotch of their uniform trousers.  "I'm sure it was my 
husband who called and claimed that I was being 
raped," Brenda dropped her voice to a conspiratorial 
whisper, "is it my fault he's a wimp and can't take 
care of his woman's needs?"  Brenda pulled the first 
officer just inside the doorframe, shrugged off her 
short robe and, kneeling naked in front of him, 
unzipped his fly.  

"To prove that I'm a willing participant in all the 
fucking, I'm going to suck both of your cocks.  Before 
the officer could answer, or protest, Brenda had his 
hard cock in her mouth.  Holding the cock on which she 
was lavishing oral attention with her right hand, 
Brenda unzipped the other officer's fly and pulled his 
cock into view.

Jeffrey, Frank, and Simon crouched naked behind a 
small table and watched as Brenda alternated sucking 
on each of the officer's cocks, always working the one 
not in her mouth with her hand.  Each of the witnesses 
slowly stroked their own dicks while they watched 
their new born slut orally gratify two police officers 
at the same time.  Brenda stroked and sucked until the 
cops each dumped a load of cum down her throat, then 
stood up and placed a hand on each of their chests. 

"That little weasel I'm married to has really pissed 
me off this time, and I've decided the only way to 
teach him a lesson is to see how many men I can fuck 
before he gets back Monday evening."  After the 
officers zipped up their flies, Brenda moved her hands 
down the front of their bodies until she was cupping 
their crotches.  "So if you, and a few of your friends 
want to come by after your shift is over I'd be happy 
to fuck every one of you as many times as you want."  
Brenda gave their re-hardening cocks a firm squeeze.  
"But, right now I have three other men waiting to fuck 
me some more."  Brenda ushered the two police officers 
out of her house and closed the door after them.  
Leaving her robe laying on the floor of the entrance 
hall, Brenda walked through the house back to her 
bedroom where the three horny construction workers 
were waiting to satisfy themselves with her naked 
body.  Brenda stepped up onto the bed, walked to its 
center, squatted, then laid back with her legs spread 
wide.

"Don't you have a job to finish?"  She asked looking 
directly at Jeffrey.            
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