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Baby's Incorporated, Part 9
by GuyzGoNakieFiorMe
"She wants you guys to fuck her as many times as you can get it up!" Coach Capiletti had told them. "Mouth … ass… it's your call. But she's saving her sweet pussy for her b-f!"
The horny circle of football players laughed and nodded. They understood the rules.
Inside the box, Quarterback Cooper McLaughlin trembled. Immobilized by a huge dose of Roofies, his naked body painted with a liberal coating of Roofie/Viagra paste so that every nerve ending was poised for orgasm, Cooper lay tethered in a hammock. His face and ass had been hot-waxed smooth; his lips were painted an inviting shade of glossy crimson; his naked body doused with cheap perfume; and the electric milker had been attached to his massive uncut cock.
Originally told that he's be meeting a sports agent, Coop had been lured to the fertility clinic on a ruse, only to watch as his super-potent coach was force-milked to provide sperm for very rich women whose husband's fertility left something to be desired. Now the same silicon sleeve that had once turned Coach Mike Cappiletti into a forced donor was sealed around Cooper McLaughlin's impressive uncut 8 inch cock and Coop was about to be turned into the team's whore.
As Jess Stevens stepped up to the hole he could hear the slurping and humming of the milking machine.
"Don't mind that," Coach Capiletti said, "she's already got her vibrator working. One look at you guys and her pussy got all wet."
More laughter. But this time Jess pulled his Jersey off over his head. The strawberry blond jock had an amazing size pack. He was breathing heavy as he unzipped his jeans, and every muscle in his abs stood out. Jeans tugged halfway down his thighs, he was half-hard in his boxer briefs.
"Can you see what I got for you, baby?"
Coop had been instructed in advance to respond to his rapists, but never vocally. He nodded.
Jess rubbed his big palm up and down the length of a 7 inch pole, his curly strawberry blond pubes popping up from above the waistband.
"You like what you see baby?"
Coop ran his tongue across his lips to the enjoinment of the crowd who hooted and high-fived.
Jess Stevens tugged his shorts down, and his fat cock exploded out of the underpants, slapping wetly against Jess' sweat-drenched abs. It danced in the air, throbbing, the knob bright red. "Almost as red as the whore's lips", Jess thought. He stepped toward the hole, letting his dickhead smear precum agains the ruby-red lips.
Cooper was disgusted. he's never even looked at another guy's junk; now it one was pressing against his lips.
"Lick it up."
Cooper did his best not to show his disgust as he traced his tongue across his lips, tasting the salty-sweetness of another man's jizz for the first time.
"Atta girl," Jess laughed. "You are a real pro, aren't you! Open wide baby. Let me feed you some football cock."
Coop, parted his lips and extended his tongue, inviting him in.
"Fuck man, that is one beautiful sight. I could bust right now just from looking at you like that."
Jess reached down through the hole and guided the whore's head forward to meet his cock as he shifted his hips forward. Her skin felt so soft and she smelled so good.
Soft sweet wet lips glided down his cockshaft and Jess was in bliss. He didn't stop till he could hear her choke.
"Gag on that dick honey, it's all yours," he cooed.
Jess could feel spit bubbling from her stretched lips, dripping down to his balls. He wanted to stay like this, but he knew he had to pull back, and when he did he could hear a soft gasping for air. Once again the crowd went wild.
"Baby girl, I'm gonna mouthfuck you now…and I'm not stopping till you are choking down my load, got that?"
Cooper nodded. He had to do what he was asked. He had no choice. The roofs took care of that.
"This bitch has another hole up for grabs," The Coach announced. "If you do her one hole at a time, this is gonna take all night!"
Without a thought Running back Andy Cisneros stepped to the other side of the box. He'd been playing with his dick the entire time, and it was fully hard. he leaned in to the hole and spit a wad of saliva into the soft pink opening. With eight inches of uncut latino dick in hand he pressed his knob to the ass-pucker letting the slut enjoy the feeling. Then, just as Jess began to find a nice rhythm to mouthfuck the cunt, Andy Cisneros stuffed his cock into the tight ass, right to the hilt.he could hear a muffled cry as the whore screamed out with her mouth stuffed full of cock. Was it a cry of pain? Of pleasure? Andy didn't care. All he cared about was the hot tight ass-tunnel his cock was plowing.
Inside the box, Cooper writhed and choked, his body impaled at both ends. The humiliation of having his two friends use him like this was almost unbearable. But what was worse, as the milker around his own cock was automatically turned up to a higher speed, he was growing to love the feeling. His tongue began to tease the sensitive cum-slit, just the way he knew he would love to have his own worshipped. His ass muscles instinctively began to grip the fat latino cock plunging in and out of his virgin rectum.
"I never had a blowjob like this," Jess moaned.
"This whore is milking the cum right out of me," Andy whispered hoarsely.
Within a minute, 4 sets of balls began their slow ascent. They didn't plan to cum at the same time; they just did. Andy began to hose-blast cum deep inside Coop's hot hole, just as Jess began to unload. Jess pulled back, to give everyone a show. And quite a show it was.
Cooper's mouth gaped open, his tongue making a wet launching pad, his lips a perfect valentine. Jess shot a thick blast across Cooper's tongue….then across his lips…his chin… again and again until the lower half of Cooper's ace was a mirror of pearly jizz. Jess Stevens scooped it up with his long thick fingers making sure the whore got every drop.
"You earned this load bitch… now savor it."
As Coop was forcefed, he heard a feverish grunting and a rush of Spanish curses. White hot semen unloaded into his ass cavity, the fat latino cock crushing itself against his prostate. Coop felt his own cock bazooka a hot creamy cumload into the silicon tube, which pneumatically sent the potent semen pneumatically thru a tube and into the waiting pussy of a rich client.
Somewhere in the next room a woman gasped and then moaned as the felt the hot cock-emolient shoot inside her. These sounds were stereophonically transmitted back into the room, to make it sound as though they were coming from the box.
"She fucking loves it, boys. Use her!"
Before Cooper had a chance to realize what was happening, two more cocks had stepped up to the box. He knew what was expected of him.
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