Eventually, men stopped coming into the room she was in and she was left all alone. When she realized no more men were in the room with her, she listened intently for several minutes before getting out of bed. She peered out the door and saw that most of the men had left and that the ones still there were all passed out…drunk or high.
Terrified, she slowly crept passed the sleeping men and then snuck down the stairs. She couldn’t find her clothes and she wasn’t going to wait around to find them. Completely naked, she ran down the street and hid in some bushes in a small park. She fell asleep.
Early the next morning, she woke up to a man standing over her. The man, in shorts and a t-shirt, was obviously a jogger. “You okay?” he asked her, trying to look at her face and not down at her naked body. Carole didn’t reply. Scared, she tried to cover herself and stood up.
The man moved up closer to her. Carole moved back away from him, still scared and confused. “It’s okay,” the man said, taking his shirt off. “Here,” he said, handing it to her. “Put this on.” Carole put on the t-shirt and slowly came out of the bushes.
“Come on, let’s get you out of here,” the Jogger said. He escorted her back to his car. “We should call the police,” he said. Carole didn’t say anything, but shook her head, ‘no.’ The Jogger tried to persuade her, but she just declined each time. “Where should I take you?” he asked in the car.
“Take me to your place,” Carole finally spoke.
“What? You sure?” She nodded. “Ah, I’m not sure that is a good idea,” the Jogger said.
“Please,” she begged.
“Okay,” he finally acquiesced.
The Jogger took her to his apartment and let her in. He showed her where the bathroom was and told her she could clean up. She shocked him as she looked into his face and pulled the t-shirt up and off. This was the first he could see her in full light. She was beautiful and sexy, but at the moment she looked awful. Her hair was matted with sweat and cum. Her face was bruised and streaked with dried sperm. Her big tits were covered with bite marks and bruises. Some were suck marks, but others were bruises from the vicious slapping they had taken. Cum threaded across her chest and her stomach. When she turned around to get in the shower, he saw that her ass was covered with hand prints that were turning into bad bruises as well.
A half-hour later, she reemerged from the bathroom. Again, to his surprise, she was totally naked. She stood directly in front of him and looked at him. Embarrassed, he tried to look away. “You don’t like what you see?” Carole asked and then started sobbing.
“Of course, I do,” he replied, confused. “But you are married,” he said lamely, “and you have just been abused and hurt.”
“But you can’t even look at me,” she sobbed. “I am so ugly now.” She sat down on the couch next to him and cried.
Not knowing what to do, the Jogger put his arm over her shoulder. She leaned into him. After several minutes, her sobs dwindled. Exhausted, she laid down on his lap and fell asleep.
It was difficult for the man. Here was this sexy naked woman laying with her head in his lap. She had just been raped. He didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t help but look at her nakedness. She was beautiful and he was very tempted to touch her, but he didn’t. He struggled with himself.
She moved slightly. Her head came to rest directly on top of his dick. It twitched and started to harden. He couldn’t stop it. Carole woke up and could feel it move. She rolled her head and looked up at his face. She smiled. They both knew he had a raging hard-on.
She brought her hand up to his zipper and took hold of the pull tab. “Wait,” the Jogger said, gasping and reaching down to stop her. She gently moved his hands away and pulled the zipper open. Reaching in, she pulled the man’s cock out. He stared down wide-eyed as Carole lifted her head enough to move his shorts down a little and pull his cock out completely. She smiled back up at him. Then she licked it.
“Oh, God,” he gasped. Carole rolled further over and took the man’s hard rod into her mouth.
A minute later, he had his hand on the back of her head as she moved her mouth up and down his long shaft. “Oh, my God,” the man kept repeating. She took more and more of him into her mouth and down her throat. Then he burst. “Oh, my God, yeah,” he gasped as she gulped and swallowed his hot load.
She let him finish in her mouth, sucking continuously on his twitching cock until she had drained the last little bit of cum from the shaft. Then she sat up next to him.
“Can you take me home, now?” she asked him.
The man just looked at her and laughed. “Sure,” he said. “What’s your name and where do you live?” he asked.
Carole selected a long t-shirt to wear as a short dress and then gave him the address. He drove her home.
I heard the car come up the driveway and met them at the door. “Where have you been? I was worried?” I said, hugging my wife. I looked at the man with her. “Come on in,” I said. “What happened?” I asked Carole again.
The Jogger followed us nervously into the living room. “I should go now,” the man said.
“No, wait a minute,” I told him commandingly. A little frightened by my tone, he stopped and just stood there.
“Come in and sit down,” I told them both. I sat Carole on the couch next to me and the man in one of the other chairs. “What happened?” I repeated.
Carole told us the story. She sobbed the entire way through. The other man was very nervous when she got to the end of the story, but she left off the blowjob she had given him.
“Are you okay?” I said, looking at her bruised face. “Let me see.”
Carole knew what I meant and didn’t hesitate. She stood and pulled the long t-shirt off over her head. “Shit,” I said, under my breath, when I saw her bruised body.
The Jogger looked shocked. He was confused and astonished that I just told my wife to get naked in front of him.
“Turn around,” I told her. She turned to face the Jogger and I looked at her bruised back and ass. “They really worked you over,” I said. “How many men had sex with you?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she said and started to cry.
I stood and turned her back around to face me. “It’s okay,” I told her, comfortingly, as I hugged her. “It’s okay. I don’t matter how many did.” I slid my hand down to her ass and cupped her right cheek. “It’s only sex,” I said, to the other man’s amazement. “You will be fine. I’ll call the Doctor and we will go see him tomorrow. You will be just fine.”
She started to slow her crying. “You still love me?” she asked.
“Of course, I do,” I told her, squeezing her ass. “Why would I stop loving you? I like it when you get fucked by other men. Silly.” I pulled her face up to look into mine. “It doesn’t matter that you were fucked,” I said with a smile. “I don’t like that they beat you up, but the sex is fine. Okay?”
“Okay,” she said, wiping her eyes.
I looked over at the confused man. “You fuck her too?” I asked him. “It’s okay if you did. Just curious.”
“No,” Carole answered for him. “He was the perfect gentlemen, so I gave him a blowjob.” She smiled and laughed a little.
“Well, good for you,” I told her, smiling back at her. “So, why don’t you do that again before he leaves?”
“Okay,” she said. She turned and walked over to the other man.
He watched in amazement as she obediently got down on her knees in front of him. She reached up and unzipped his pants. Then she looked up into his eyes as she took his ragging hard cock out his pants and kissed the head. He stared into her eyes as she started licking up and down the shaft. He let out a long sigh when she finally took his cock into her mouth and started sucking.
Carole gave him an outstanding blowjob that ended with him exploding into her mouth. She made a big deal out of swallowing his load and then smiling back up at him. “I really like the way your cum tastes,” she told him.
“My turn,” I said, waving her over to me. She turned and crawled on her hands and knees over to me. My pants were already down and I was stroking my hard cock. She took it from me. “Suck my balls,” I told her. Carole popped one into her mouth and rolled it around with her tongue as she continued to stroke me with her hand.
The other man stayed and watched as she deep-throated my long thick cock. She drank my cum. After I was finished with her, I got up and led him to the door. I thanked him and shook his hand.
The next day, I took her to see the Doctor. The Doctor had seen her before and knew what she was…a submissive slut. After several tests and waiting a couple days for results, I took her back to his office. “She is fine,” the Doctor said. “Just some bruising. That will go away after a while.”
“Thanks, Doc,” I said, shaking his hand, thankful she was given a clean bill of health.
“So about my bill,” the Doctor said, looking down at Carole. He licked his lips.
I smiled and said, “This weekend?”
“All weekend,” the Doc said.
“Agreed,” I said. “Bring her to you Friday after work.”
I took my wife home and fucked her hard. That Friday, I dropped her off at the Doctor’s office. He later told me that she performed beautifully.
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