Rescued?

Her breath came in short pants as she leaned more into the bar, her toes almost left the floor altogether, her legs spread as wide as she could get them in order to grant the man the most access to her sopping wet pussy. Her hips moved up and down, trying to gain even more sensation, trying desperately to fuck the man's face as he licked and ate her pussy. Karen arched her back as she felt the man moving a finger over her ass, pressing against her. She had to consciously try not to say anything or make any noise, she grit her teeth as his finger, wet from her pussy, pushed slowly into her ass.

Karen moved her hips, encouraged the man's finger in deeper, trying to relieve the burning sensation and replace it with a sensation that didn't threaten to make her yelp with pain, as she felt a pool of heat that began to build in her thighs. The heat built, it crawled up her thighs as the man's tongue worked over her clit, his finger deep in her ass, the burning now replaced with a more full sensation, pressure against pressure. He pressed the finger in her ass down as he pressed up with his thumb in her pussy, pressing them together, rubbing them against each other through the separating wall of skin.

Karen could not contain the gasp at that point, the intake of breath and the moan that threatened to follow, as the heat now ran over her thighs and up to her pussy. The man's hand dripped with juice from her pussy as Karen felt the swell of her orgasm. The heat spread from her thighs to her belly, it spiraled upwards and grew more intense until she could not hold it anymore. The mass of heat and tension threatened to explode inside her body. Her thigh muscles tensed and then began to twitch uncontrollably as she came. The man's fingers inside of her and his tongue on her clit had moved her to a height she had not reached in a very long time. Her ass clamped on the man's finger her pussy spasmed around his thumb as he continued to work his fingers together against each other. Her hands slick with sweat as she tried to keep her grip on the bar. Her body tensed, her muscles jumped, convulsed as her orgasm ripped through and shook her to her core.

The man waited there until her body began to relax, then rose to his feet. Karen lowered herself to take more weight onto her feet. The man wiped his mouth of the wet mess that Karen had made. He lowered a wet hand onto her left hand. Fingers wet with her cum stroked her diamond ring and wedding band, coated them in her own juice.

The sound of the zipper that she heard next was definitely from the man standing behind her.

To Karen, it sounded as loud and meaningful as the tolling of a church bell.

The hiss of the zipper brought Karen's mind to perfect clarity. Had the men downstairs heard them? Were they racing up the stairs even now? Karen felt the edge of panic bite into her, then realized she was in no danger from the men below…. yet. Karen repositioned her feet, stepped out of her shoes for fear of her heels clicking on the concrete.

Laughter from the darkness. "Damn, I don't think I've ever cum so hard inside a woman before."

"Get that other slut over here to clean this one out. I've never fucked a pregnant pussy before, and I want this one clean."

Karen ducked her head and the veins in her neck stood out, as she tried to swallow the moan that was threatening to escape. She felt the man's hand under her left knee. She followed the pressure of his hand as he pressed up, she picked her left foot up until her foot rested on the middle bar of the railing. The man's hands once again grabbed her, spread her as she felt him bend down a little lower. A gasp escaped her lips as she felt the hard head of his cock press against her. Karen bit her lip, trying to keep the anticipation, the pleasure, quietly inside her as she felt that hard cock head slide easily into her wet pussy.

The man's hands gripped her waist, he grabbed her tightly as he held his cock just inside her pussy. Karen shifted her right foot and felt a puddle of wetness. Another blush of shame washed over her as she realized that it could only be from her pussy dripping as the man ate her to her orgasm. Had she really cum that hard?

Karen's lip began to bleed she bit it so hard, but she was not able to stop the primal groan that rose from deep within her as the man slowly, easily slid the length of his cock inside her.

Luckily, the sounds of sex from the stairwell below drowned out her groan. The sound of the women being fucked, spanked, gagging as they were forced to give head and swallow cum, the laughter of the men as the women were degraded and used, all drowned out Karen's acceptance of her place.

A woman from below groaned, Karen thought it sounded like Stacy. This groan, though, had more of a whimper to it, more of a longing. There was less pain to this moan and more of an impression of pleasure with more to come. Karen's impression was confirmed when she heard a man…."Damn! This blonde bitch just pushed back against me, she's starting to fuck me! Hey! This whore likes it!" Karen then heard the movement of bodies, presumably other men moving towards Stacy, to add to her pleasure as well as their own.

Karen stared blindly into the black void below her as she tried to imagine what caused the sounds she heard. A wet popping sound as the man with his cock in Stacy's mouth pulled out. Wet smacks as he slapped her face with it, his hand in her hair as she grunted from his pulling her head back as she was fucked from behind. Karen could picture her pregnant belly and heavier breasts swinging pendulously with the movement. The thought made Karen arch her back as she allowed the man deeper inside of her, wanting it all now.

"Look at her face, man, I think you're right. You want to cum baby? You want to be fucked by some big cocks and cum like you never could for your husband? Ask me for it, then slut, beg for it."

Karen's heart almost stopped when she heard Stacy's voice next, tears and lust both evident in her tone. "Oh gawd, yes, please….please fuck me. Fuck me hard I'm so….ungh…..so close, let me cum for you, let your whore cum for you."

"Stacy! No, don't let them…." Mya's voice, full of shock and denial, rose in the darkness before she began gagging on another cock forced down her throat.

Karen swallowed the moan that rose up from deep inside her and arched her back, tiltedher hips so as to provide the man behind her with easier access to her now soaking wet pussy. Stacy's words echoed in her mind as she tried not to repeat them herself. The feel of his cock inside her re-igniting the heat that he had built up with his mouth. Karen pressed herself down against the top bar, enjoying the feel of the cool metal against the undersides of her breasts as the man began to move. Her breasts swinging with the thrusting of the man, bumping into the bar as she pushed back with her hips to meet him. She was almost unable to believe how good he felt, filling her with each stroke.

Karen could feel the man leaning into her, the length of his body against her back as he hunched his hips, burying his cock in her, his face near the back of her head. The man's voice, not as smooth as before, cracking now with breathlessness and passion. "The next time we meet, Mrs. Lindly, you'll be begging for my cock just like Stacy was doing. I think you are both finding out what whores you really are, what sluts you want to be." His voice still soft, was meant only for her ears.

Karen's shock at the man's words charged her with lust and eroticism. This man called her by her name?! This man knew her?! She grabbed the bar tighter, heard the tiny clink of her wedding ring against the metal as she tried to get better leverage so she could fuck back against the pseudo - stranger behind her.

Karen could feel the ball of heat building again in her belly. She knew she was going to cum again. This time being fucked from behind by a faceless man that knew her…someone at work? In a different office? She felt like such a slut, reacting like this to him, so ashamed – yet so excited.

Karen closed her eyes, she pushed back with her left foot against the bar, pushed back against the cock that filled her so wonderfully. The man breathed harder now, panted as he fucked her. She could feel his tempo speed up, his thrusts becoming harder. She knew he must be getting close, and she could feel her orgasm build within her as well.

Karen jumped, shocked, as the entire stairwell was flooded with light. Doors on the lower floor banged open. Voices shouting: "Let me see your hands! On the ground now!"

Karen looked down the stairwell, her orgasm built inside of her, unstoppable now, though she was unable to move or speak as she took in the scene below. Police had flooded the lowest level where the men and women were. Mya, the Hispanic lady, was bent over a railing much as Karen was, only she did not appear to be have enjoyed herself nearly as much. A grimace of pain was on her face, her ass and breasts were red from being slapped and her body was covered with still dripping cum.

Stacy, the white woman, was on her hands and knees. A man was behind her, face frozen in surprise as his cock was buried in her ass. Another man was in front of her fucking her face, pulling on her breasts as he did so. Stacy's hair was dripping with cum and she appeared to have been used by more of the men than Mya was. The most shocking thing about Stacy, though, was the expression on her face. Pure animal lust and enjoyment, almost a hint of disappointment as it registered to her what was happening, that she was rescued and would not be fucked anymore tonight.

The police spread out across the perimeter of the room. All escape routes were blocked as they began to enter the room more deeply. The men forced to the ground and handcuffed. Mya sobbed as she ran to Stacy. Mya hugged her and pulled her to a nearby corner where they could crouch in safety. They held onto each other, unmindful of their nudity or the slick cum that covered each of them.

Karen's felt an intense rush of pleaure. The orgasm blindly ripped through her body again. Unable to control it or stop it, she felt herself lose control and cum on the hard cock buried inside of her. On the wings of her orgasm rode a thread of fear. Fear that she would be found out, and that the women would hate her for having given in and enjoyed herself, for having orgasmed – not once, but twice now – as they were being used so badly.

Karen's body shook as she reached back, her hand blindly grabbing the man's hip and pulling him into her deeper. Her pleasure intensifying as she felt the hard cock inside her actually swell to a larger size. Her pussy clenching, spasming as the hard cock buried deep inside of her began to jerk and pulse. Jets of warm cum spurting inside of her, filling her. Karen's orgasm rode another wave of pleasure as she felt the warm fluid almost splash against the inside of her pussy, the hard cock again moving as the man fucked her to his conclusion. The man grabbed Karen's hip, pulling her back once as he pushed his cock deep inside her, holding it there as the last of his cum spurted into her. His chest heaved, a deep sigh as his orgasm left him. Karen jerked twice more, hit by aftershocks of pleasure, moving through her like electricity.

The man pulled back and away from her. She could feel his cum, mixed with her own juices, running down the insides of her thighs. The man reached around, took her left hand by the wrist, and moved it down to the inside of her thigh. Guiding her hand through the mixture of cum, moving her hand between her legs, his voice in her ear steadier now that he was not exerting himself fucking her…"I want one finger inside that sloppy cunt for each orgasm you had tonight." His fingers pressed against the backs of hers. Karen closed her eyes, feeling the humiliation as she slid two fingers into her own pussy. Her middle finger and ring finger disappeared between her legs. Karen moaned with that mix of shame and excitement as her fingers slid inside her pussy, feeling the wet, slick cum inside of her. The man pulled on her wrist, guided her hand out and up to hold it before her face. Karen looked down at her hand, her slim fingers shaking, cum dripping off of her wedding ring and diamond. The man guided them closer to her face, pressed them against her mouth. A smile in his voice…."Kiss those rings and clean them up before you go home to your loving husband. The kiss is for me, by the way, a promise to your second 'husband'." Butterflies of shame assailed Karen as she kissed her rings, feeling the sloppy mess smear across her lips. Karen then parted her lips, taking the cum-soaked fingers and rings into her mouth, licking them clean and swallowing the whole mess.

Karen suddenly stumbled back away from the railing. The man's support had disappeared. She turned in time to see the flash of an unfamiliar, smiling face as the man moved quickly out through the door and into the upper level of the parking garage. The image of him, half turned towards her as he went through the doorway, was frozen in her mind. A young man, early twenties, clean shaven and athletic looking. A smile on his face and – was that a wink? – his clothes disheveled, his hand holding his pants up at the front as left quickly.

Karen heard the policemen downstairs, moving up through the levels as they searched the rest of the stairwell.

Her hands shaking, a blush of shame covering her from head to toe, Karen gathered her things, her purse and the scraps of fabric that were on the floor. Stuffing them into her purse, she slipped out the stairwell door and into the parking garage.

She would have to take off her pantyhose before she got home. There was absolutely no way that she could explain any of this to her husband. Karen was not sure she could explain it to herself. Why had she reacted the way that she did? She felt like such a slut for enjoying herself, for cumming twice at the hands of a stranger, a man other than her husband. Karen was shamed to think that she had violated the vows taken with her husband. Deep down, Karen knew that the hardest thing she had to explain to herself, was how she could have been so excited by the sounds and images of what she had imagined happening to the women downstairs. She felt ashamed because she was excited and because she could not do anything to stop it – and that shame lead to even more excitement, causing her belly to tighten with that peculiar mix of arousal. But what could she have done differently? What would she do differently if it were to happen again?

Karen didn't think she was going to be working so diligently or late any more. Gawd, how could she face Stacy again? Whenever she saw her now, she would picture her crouched down over Mya's face, rocking her hips as Mya cleaned her out: being fucked doggie style while sucking another man, begging to be fucked and used.

Her body began to stiffen and she felt the soreness that would surely be there tomorrow, as she snuck to her car. She glanced around to make sure that the police did not see her and want to question her. At the moment, she was looking forward to nothing so much as a hot bath at home, and the safeness of her husband's arms.

Karen hoped that her husband would never suspect how much of a slut she had been tonight. Karen never suspected that she could act like such a slut, how could her husband possibly deal with it? Karen hoped that nothing irrevocable had been changed within her tonight. What had that man meant by 'a promise for her second husband'?

She hoped that her husband could still love her, and that she could learn to love herself again, even as thoughts of her 'second husband' battered around inside her mind and threatened to escape from the cage in which she had so hastily pushed them.