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When you first see me, you’re somehow surprised. The operators of escort agencies can rarely be trusted, but this time they’ve delivered. I seem genuinely happy to meet you. This girl who calls herself Vanessa is like a breath of fresh air as she walks into your room

I’m relieved to give you a silent tick of approval. Most of my clients are married middle aged professionals, and they are my favourites, but tonight I have a young one. Your around my age, and since it’s too early in the night to have lost out at the clubs, I guess that you’re one of these guys who are too busy with your mates and your career to bother seducing women who might pester you afterwards for a relationship. I’m the clean, no strings, guaranteed-fuck alternative.

For a moment your tongue tied, but you manage a smile and stand casually by the bed, and gesture to the TV cabinet where the notes have been placed. I pull out my mobile and dial the receptionist, counting the money, and shoot you a sexy smile as I talk.

My eyes linger on you hungrily, you have obviously done this before, and yet you seem uneasy. Not to worry, I’ll soon take care of that. You turn the lights right down while I’m talking.

Hmmm… most clients like all the lights on.

It usually means the man has something to hide, so it is an issue I start to address as I flip the phone shut.

Immediately that it clicks shut, I sense an extra presence behind me. Your smile has cruelly twisted. Before I get to turn a strong force pulls me back into himself bodily, one arm tight around my waist, the other around my neck. I gasp ready to scream but his hand quickly clamps over it, cutting it off.

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You can’t believe your actually doing this. You and your best friends got a sexy girl in a fairly sound proof room, one you know won’t blab because what she’s doing is illegal. Plus you figure she’s clean because in all the times you’ve hired a girl they’ve been fanatically passionate about using protection, and your sick to death of having to use it.

Now it is all you can do to stop yourself from throwing “the bitch’ on the bed and start tearing off her clothes and fucking her, but you and your buddies agreed that it might be more fun to have a willing fuck toy for a few hours, rather than one that’s fighting. After all, you could still Get Caught.

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“NMMMMMMMMMMMMm!!” I struggle to stay upright against the man behind me, and notice now that there are two other men to my left. They crowd around me, for it’s not a big room, but none of them touch me, they just watch as I struggle physically and try to comprehend the turn of events. It’s too dark; I can’t make out much of their faces. Why do they stand so close and yet don’t touch?

The client speaks to me in a dark, low, quiet voice.

“Shhhh! Stop struggling. We don’t want to hurt you” I am hoping that he’s right, but still I strain against the man holding me. Louder now, he says “We’ll let you go but you have to promise not to make any noise…. Right??”

I nod slowly, my heart still beating wildly and the man holding me releases me. The grip on my phone has made my fingers stiff and white, but before I can go about secretly pressing them you tear it from my grasp and deftly pull it apart and tossed onto the floor at my feet.

“You can get it back when we’re finished.”

Breathing hard, I look at each of the men’s shadowy faces, just half a metre away. So what now?

What Now?!

The man behind me put his arms around me gently, slipping one of his hands under my jacket to grope with one of my breasts.

“No! What are you doing?” I twist my body away from him so that his hand slips out again, and he lets go, smiling.

I gather up the guts to speak, but it comes out in breathless gasps.

“Look. J Just let me go, I’ll give you back your money, and I wont tell anyone- I swear!!”

“Oh we know you wont” You come towards me and stroke my face with your hand, no longer looking nervous, but in control. When you speak you sound genuine and almost loving.

“shh calm down. We don’t want to hurt you. We just want to have some fun.“ the man behind me pulls the band out of my hair.

“Stop it!” I bat him away but I don’t turn. I daren’t turn my back on the other three men.

your cruel fingers grab my jaw hard and force me to look into your eyes.
“No! Please..”

“SHH!! You have a choice. You either give us what we want, or well take it. You have 5 seconds to make up your mind.“ and with that you let me go. Lamely, I stand there surrounded by these excited men and have no escape, my mind unable to process it. I can’t speak. I can only stare unbelieving into the eyes of the men, one to the other, sensing no reluctance on their part. A decision? What? How did this happen? There is nothing but the sound of my breathing.

“Right!!!” you yell, and all of the men are suddenly tearing at me with their hands.

The man behind me wrenches my hair into his fist, knocking me off balance. One rips the pants from my wildly flailing legs.

As per the rules of the agency, my legs are encased in high quality lace tops and suspenders. Black lace French knickers top off this exposed ensemble. I cringe at the approving groans made by the men now feverishly running their hands up and down my silky legs and playfully tugging at the suspender elastics. The man holding me lets my hair go only to yank my jacket undone and drag it off me. Another man helps and tears the lace down of the bra exposing my DD breasts. The man behind me puts his arm across my face in an attempt to choke hold me, but I bite and scratch at his forearms like my life depended on it.

They throw me on the bed and as one man straddles my waist another tears apart the fine lace of my knickers. My high heels are my weapons now, and I get a few good stabs in. Then they too are wrenched off my body and cast aside.

The man straddling me takes off his t shirt over his head, his chest heaving with excitement. His lips press together with purpose. One of the guys jumps on the bed and pins my punching fists back down onto the bed under his knees. I’m completely unable to move!

I burst into tears.

“God no please! No!” I scream. These damn hotels with their sound proofing.

“We gave you a choice.” You say calmly, watching my face as your fingers delve between my legs, trying to rub my pussy.

“Hey check this out” you say, “the whore is pierced!!” You stop molesting me only because your friends face is now there, sucking my clit and fucking me with his tongue. Normally I would love this, but now I’m numb with fear.

The man straddling me hurriedly undoes his jeans. You come and force your lips onto mine, gripping my face painfully.

“outta the way, man” the now naked guy rasps. The tongue in my pussy is gone, and replaced with the feeling of a pair of big hands cruelly holding my calves against his hips, and another standing between my legs, so, so close.

I screw my face up in wait for that violation, twisting my body, pulling my hands from above me. You, raping my mouth with your tongue don’t let me get away. The guy enters me hard. I try to scream out but your tongue is an effective gag. I feel every inch of him as he slams into me again and again, grunting and groaning.

You stop kissing me and have a fistful of hair. “ahh! Noooo” I’m whimpering and crying. The man fucking me lays on me and makes his noises in my other ear. You try to force your cock in my mouth.

“don’t bite it either bitch! Suck it “

“oh fuck I’m gonna cum!” The man in me groans. I feel his cock quickly swelling inside me and his pace quickens. His grunts louder.
“Nmmm!” your cock slips out of my mouth as I panic.

“No fuck! Please don’t! I’m not on the pill! Please stoop” He only grabs my hips and really rams himself into me, and you jam yourself into my mouth again. The rapist is going at it so hard. Finally he explodes inside of me.

He slides in and out, enjoying what he’s done to my body. You withdraw your cock, but my rapist forces his tongue into my mouth.

“My turn” the pussylicker says. He too enters me hard. As he hammers me, the first guy makes me lick every bit of cum left on his dick. And now you straddle me and lean over my face, fucking my mouth. But I don’t do this willingly, you have to squeeze your hand around my neck.