Teamwork

"Anyone else want to donate to my daughter?" Your father calls out to the crowded office, most of whom are all watching anyway. Several eager volunteers race to be the first to your flailing legs.

An unknown number of hands begin grabbing your body from all angles. Your skirt is quickly ripped off, several fingers are inserted into your pussy and asshole, one breast is firmly grabbed, the other breast has the nipple bit harshly, while both your legs are held firmly in the air spread eagle.

John slows his pounding of your throat, in it for the long haul. You begin squirming and whining with fear at the sudden new **** on your body, still barely able to bring in enough breath to keep you conscious through the waterfall of frothy saliva cascading down your entire face and well into your hair.

Someone unknown to you slides his cock into your pussy and begins roughly manipulating your clit with his thumb. As he begins a quick rhythm your body begins to send pleasure signals to your brain to mix with the fear, pain, and lack of oxygen. Your whines begin to sound more like moans of pleasure as you squirm helplessly on the harsh felt table.

"Whoa! Hey, Jim!" You father calls out from a short distance away. "Are you just gonna fuck my daughter right in front of me? Let's keep this medical, huh?"

"Oh... Sorry boss." Jim, apparently, calls back as he removes his thumb from your clit and withdraws from your pussy. Your whines around the monstrous pole in your throat become sad and panicked again as you know what is about to happen next.

Jim spits on your asshole, lines up his cock with your puckered hole, twitching with fear, and begins to press firmly. As head pops through, all eyes in the room are on your breasts, bouncing furiously with the intensity of your panicked and pained flailing.

"That's better." Your father says, as Jim continues slowly feeding his dick into your ass to the root. He watches your tits shake thoughtfully for a moment. "Hmm... Needs one final touch."