Not Quite Yet.

A visage of anger and revulsion masked the heat and longing that was emanating from Jessica's loins. I don't care how much these guys turn me on. I'll be damned if I let on for one second how much my body has betrayed me.

"My cock is soaked in your juices. I could easily slide it inside you without the slightest resistance. Why don't you just give up the pretense and ask me for what I know you want?" Bernard taunted.

Jessica started to protest, but her violator's skilled hand flicked her clit. Bernard's electric touch caused the wanton starlet to bite her lip and suppress the moan that would belie her resistant demeanor. I don't know if I can hold out much longer. I need to get out of here!

She rolled to her left and leapt off the table. She bolted for the door, reaching out for the handle and attempting to turn it in one swift motion. All that greeted her was the rattle of the locked knob that had been bolted firmly in place.

She leaned her forehead against the cold steel in defeat. A surprisingly comforting warm hand caressed her shoulder, then the pudgy body of Bernard pressed against her. His half-hard member rubbed against her inner thigh, the softness of her leg causing it to climb upward toward the balmy, wet hole it yearned to enter.

"There's nowhere to go," He whispered in her ear as he ran his hand down her smooth stomach to the top of her slit. He flicked her nub and Jessica moaned softly. "Besides, you're practically gushing. Why don't you ask us to fuck you? I promise you'll enjoy it and then we can all leave satisfied."

"I can't... I just can't." Jessica said in a hushed voice, ashamed that she wanted it, but still too proud to admit it.

"I understand." Bernard replied as he took both hands and picked up the lithe Latina.

"Wait! Put me down!" she shrieked in fear and confusion.

Bernard paid her no attention. He dumped her face-first back on the table from which she had escaped. Jessica let an "Oof" as the impact of her stomach against the cold metal drove the wind from her body.

The portly Frenchman kicked her legs apart and lined his steel-hard cock up with her quivering opening. He leaned down, over the frightened starlet, his smooth round cheeks right beside hers, his tongue flicking out to slowly lick the side of her face. "I know you can't admit you want this, you're too proper. So just lay back and enjoy, while me and my copains help you experience the pleasures of the flesh."

"That's not true," Jessica proclaimed weakly. Bernard ignored her lie and thrust himself inside her. The young starlet began to wiggle her hips in a futile attempt to escape the Frenchman's grasp. With a table in front of her and his relentless pounding from behind, she simply had nowhere to go.

Her pussy began to drip as the thrill of being taken overtook her. A hitherto unknown submissive nature was emerging as she gave her body over to these strangers, to use how they saw fit. Suddenly Bernard's hands gripped her about the waist. He calmly lifted the slender Latina up, without slipping out of her cunt. The portly Frenchman began to chuckle as he walked around the room bouncing Jessica up and down on his massive pole. "I believe this is what you Americans call a Harlem Globetrotter."

When he came to a stop, a cock surrounded by a wiry black bush was just inches from her face. "Go ahead. Use your mouth to return the favor of Phillipe's talented tongue."

"Like hell!" a defiant Jessica growled through gritted teeth, keeping up the ruse that she didn't want this, still unable to assist in any way with her faux ****. Without warning, a hand lifted one of her legs high into the air, stretching her violated pussy to the limit. Talented fingers played across her sensitive clit as long strokes from Bernard's hard cock joined them in their rhythm.

It's too much Jessica thought, as her eyes clamped shut and her mouth opened to moan in pleasure. Her vagina quivered and she felt like she was floating. It almost seemed like if she opened her eyes, she would be watching detached from her own body, as men she didn't know fucked it without compassion.

Phillipe didn't waste the opening. He plunged his hard, slender dick into Jessica's defenseless mouth. God damn it. These guys know what they're doing.

Phillipe and Bernard slipped into an accustomed flow. This isn't the first time they've done this, it feels...amazing. I'm gonna go crazy. I need to make these bastards cum before my mind breaks and they have me begging for more.

Resolute on her new course of action, Jessica gave up all pretense that she was an unwilling participant. She began to meet Bernard's thrusts, while swirling her tongue around Phillipe's member.

Bernard's hand crashed down to slap her ass. Painful and pleasurable red welts began to rise on her flesh. Oh God. He knows what I'm up to, Jessica realized.

As her luscious booty jiggled from Bernard's flailing hand, Phillipe took her head in both of his and started to face-fuck her. The spanking must've been a signal to take things further.

Jessica gurgled as the entire length of Phillipe's long, slender cock slid down her throat. "Sa petite bouche et sa gorge sont excellentes!"

"Phillipe is complimenting your deep throating skills." Bernard said, not relenting his **** on Jessica's pussy. "I knew you would get into it eventually. I know your type. The closet whore. You want to fuck, but you're too worried about what others might think. Enjoy mon cheri."

Tears welled in Jessica's eyes, as the truth of Bernard's words hit home. Is he right? Am I really getting off on this?