Title: Paying the Bill "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.