Moving Helpers

Silke lay bound and blind on Jonas’ bed. The vibrator hummed quietly and deep inside her wet pussy. The spreader bar held her legs wide open. The mouth gag kept her mouth forced open. Dirty words were written in red lipstick all over her body. The door was only ajar.

She heard footsteps in the hallway. Several pairs of heavy, male shoes.

Then the door opened.

Several male voices gasped at the same time.

“What the fuck…?!” “Dude, look at this!” “Fuck… is this a joke?!”

Three men. Three shocked, panting voices.

Silke froze. Her heart stopped. Panic exploded inside her.

What is this?! That’s not just Max… there are several men! Where is Max?! Why are they here?! He was always alone! This can’t be happening… this can’t be… oh god, please no…

The men came closer. Silke felt their eyes on her naked, bound body. On her widely spread legs, on her dripping open pussy, on the filthy words written on her skin.

One of the men stepped closer and carefully removed her blindfold.

Silke blinked into the light. Three men stood around the bed. All between mid-30s and early 50s, wearing work clothes — jeans, T-shirts with a moving company logo, heavy boots. One had a tool belt, another was still holding a moving box. They stared at her, mouths open, a mixture of shock, lust and confusion on their faces.

“She’s… tied up… and covered in writing…” one muttered quietly.

Silke now saw the situation clearly. The men were movers. Max had apparently hired them to clear out his room, maybe because he was moving out. And they had seen the ajar door and come in.

One of the men — a tall, broad-shouldered guy with short dark hair — carefully reached out and touched her thigh, as if he needed to check if this was real. Another hand landed on her stomach, right on the words “Free Use Whore”. Someone stroked her breast and pinched a hard nipple.

Silke trembled all over. She tried to say something, but the mouth gag only allowed wet, unintelligible sounds. Drool ran from the corner of her mouth.

These are strangers… movers… they were supposed to clear Max’s room… and they found me like this… naked, bound, with these words on my body, with a vibrator in my cunt… oh god, the shame… I’m dying… but… fuck… why am I so wet? Why is my pussy throbbing so hard?

The men smelled of sweat, beer and hard work. One murmured: “The little slut prepared herself like this… look at the writing… ‘Cum Slut’… this isn’t a coincidence.”

Another laughed quietly and uncertainly. “Max didn’t say anything about this… but… damn… she looks fucking hot.”

The hands grew bolder. They groped her tits, pinched her nipples, stroked her stomach, spread her pussy lips wider. Fingers touched the still humming vibrator inside her. Someone turned it up a notch.

Silke moaned through the gag. Her body jerked. The panic was enormous — three strange men standing around her in this humiliating position. But the horniness was stronger. Her pussy clenched around the vibrator. She was soaking wet.

One of the men stroked her cheek and grinned slightly.

“Well, little one… this is quite the surprise…”

Silke lay there — helpless, bound, naked, covered in writing, mouth forced open and legs spread wide — and could do nothing but tremble and moan.

The men looked at each other. The atmosphere in the room grew thicker and heavier.

One of the men — the biggest, with short dark hair and a thick beard — noticed the small timed lock on the handcuffs. He grinned broadly.

“Look… she even has a timer on it. Clever. But we don’t need that anymore.”

He reached over and deactivated the lock with a click. The restraints stayed on, but the time limit was gone.

Another laughed quietly. “We have to be done by 7 p.m. The room is small. We still have three hours. Each of us gets her for half an hour alone first. The other two keep packing. And once we’re done with the room… we all fuck this little slut together until 7.”

The men laughed dirtily. Silke lay there, bound, mouth open, eyes wide with panic and arousal. Her body trembled.

This can’t be happening… three strange men… they want to use me one by one… and then all together… oh god, I’m so helpless… I can’t do anything… but… why am I so wet? Why is my cunt throbbing so hard?

The first man — the bearded one — slowly undressed. He pulled off his T-shirt, then his jeans. His body was strong and muscular from the moving job. His cock was already hard. It was big — thick, with a broad, dark pink head and thick veins. The skin was slightly darker, the shaft slightly curved. He smelled strongly of man — sweat, work and a whole day without showering.

He climbed onto the bed, knelt over Silke’s face and pressed his cock against her open mouth.

First he shoved his tongue into her mouth. He licked deep inside, tasted her saliva, sucked on her tongue. It was wet, greedy, dominant. Then he straightened up and pushed his cock into her open mouth.

The taste was disgusting. Salty, bitter, slightly like sweat and piss residue from the whole day. The smell was intensely musky. Silke gagged slightly as he pushed deeper into her throat. But at the same time she got even hornier. Her pussy clenched around the vibrator. She moaned around his cock.

The man fucked her mouth slowly but deep. He held her head firmly and thrust into her throat. Drool ran from the corner of her mouth and dripped over her chin onto her tits. He used her mouth to clean his cock — letting her tongue lick the head and shaft.

“Good girl… lick it nice and clean…” he muttered.

Silke was disgusted and horny at the same time. The taste was revolting, but the humiliation made her insanely wet. She sucked harder, licked up every drop.

After a few minutes he pulled out of her mouth and positioned himself between her legs. He pulled the vibrator out and slammed his thick cock deep into her dripping pussy with one thrust.

Silke cried out — a muffled, high-pitched sound through the gag. His cock was huge. He stretched her extremely. He fucked her hard, deep, without mercy. Her tits jiggled with every thrust. The other two men watched while they continued packing boxes.

Silke came almost immediately. The orgasm hit her like a wave. Her pussy clenched violently around his thick cock. She moaned loudly, her body arching as much as the restraints allowed. The man fucked her straight through her orgasm, until he pumped his load deep inside her — hot, thick spurts that completely filled her.

The first man pulled out breathing heavily. His cum leaked from Silke’s pussy. He grinned satisfied and nodded to the second guy.

The second was a stocky man with a big belly and an extremely thick cock. It wasn’t particularly long, but wide and heavy — a real club. He flipped Silke over without much ceremony. The spreader bar kept her legs wide open. He pulled her ass up so she was on her knees, upper body pressed down, face in the pillow.

Then he pushed into her from behind.

Silke moaned loudly. His thick cock stretched her extremely. It felt like she was being split open. He pushed in slowly but relentlessly deep into her wet pussy. Every thrust was powerful. Her ass clapped loudly against his body. The spreader bar held her legs so wide that he could penetrate especially deep.

“Fuck… she’s so wet… the little slut loves it…” he grunted.

He fucked her hard from behind. His heavy balls slapped against her clit. Silke moaned into the pillow with every thrust. Her tits were pressed into the sheets. The third man — a slim guy with a phone in his hand — filmed everything. He had already been filming during the first round. Now he held the phone closer: filming her swinging tits from the side, her open, drooling mouth through the gag, her lust-distorted, red face.

He also took photos. Of Silke in this humiliating position. Of her face. Of the dirty words on her body.

Then he found some photos of Jonas and Silke on the nightstand. He photographed those too — as proof of who she was.

Silke didn’t notice it immediately. She was too busy feeling the thick cock inside her. But when the third man found her wallet and took out her ID, she went ice cold.

No… not my ID… he’s photographing everything… he has my name… my address…

The man just grinned and photographed her ID, her face and her bound body. “You never know,” he muttered to the others. “In case she tries to report us.”

Then he found her phone. He held it in front of her face. Face recognition unlocked it immediately — her lust-distorted, drooling face with open mouth was enough.

He opened the chat with Jonas. He saw all the messages, photos, videos. He forwarded everything to himself — all pictures, all videos, all chats. Quickly and thoroughly. Then he put the phone back down.

“Now we have enough evidence,” he said quietly to the others.

The second guy kept fucking Silke. Hard, deep, without mercy. His thick cock filled her completely. Silke came again — shaking, moaning, tears in her eyes. The mix of shame, fear and pure lust was overwhelming.

The second guy unloaded deep inside her, grunted loudly and pulled out.

Now it was the third guy’s turn.

He put the phone aside, undressed and climbed onto the bed. His cock was long and thin, with a pointed head. He looked at Silke, who was still on her stomach, cum leaking from her pussy.

“Now it’s my turn, little one…”