The pro treatment!

It had happened instantly. Kneeling on the floor for a few brief seconds – breathing deeply after gulping down the hot gooey cream, dutifully having showed off for the camera – before Fisher had grabbed her under her arms and effortlessly, impressive for a relatively slight guy as he was, and as Max instinctively wrapped her arms around his shoulders he dropped her down onto his cock.

She’d moaned, eyes rolling back into her head as his hard cock, another surprise given his appearance – small, geeky man – but Max was reminded about not judging a book by it’s covers my the way this man fucked her… or some **** part of her was reminded, because all Max did, beside moaning loudly in pleasure, was wrapping her legs around him too and hugging closer, while her tongue runs over her upper lip, the taste and feel of big latino’s load still on her mouth – this in turn reminding her how she had not only submitted, but she herself had grabbed onto him and aimed his load all over her face, before dutifully showing off to the camera afterwards.

When Fisher, after starting to get into somewhat of a rhythm, having bounced her up and down a couple of times, his hard tool spearing her hot, velvety pussy, soaked with excitement, Max had whined and ground her hips onto his cock, **** to continue the fucking. A surprise yelp followed when she felt the hard plastic tip of the strap-on at her heart-shaped bottom and the big soft pillows, that is Gina’s breasts, into her back, she gasped, holding her breath until groaning in chorus with both Fisher and Gina as the big rubber cock once more entered her ass.

“Such a good whore!” the husky voice of the goth babe hisses in Max’s ear, the two quickly finding a rhythm and pounding into her, hard and fast.

“Fucking right,” Fisher replies, a shit-eating grin on his face as he feels Max’s small, and surprisingly strong hands and legs gripping onto him, and her somehow still almost virgin tight pussy hugging his cock as he drives it into her, the presence of the strap-on cock in her bottom making her even tighter still.

“Oh, fuck me!” Max exclaims, throwing her head back and moaning uncontrollably as she’s bounced up and down between the two, their hips rolling as they pound into her in unison.

“Yeah, just like I said…” Gina says, her mouth right next to Max’ ear, “… absolutely loving this, huh?” she hiss, hot wet breathing, “natural… born… whore!” she grunts, between a three particularly hard thrusts into her ass, making Max squeal out load with pleasure and the grinning Fisher, whose eyes are locked with an equally grinning Gina as the two enjoys seeing who this perfect specimen in their hands have submitting totally to them, grit his teeth as Max’ body contracts and her pussy squeeze down hard on his cock, her head falling forward, biting into Fisher’s shoulder, lightly, of Fisher, gasping for breath through her moans as her skin blushes red, not believing her own reaction.

“Jesus… she is fucking loving this!” Fisher replies for her, feeling her pussy quivering around him and feeling her teeth lightly on his shoulder.

Max is a moaning mess, just hanging on for dear life and muttering “Yes, yes…” repeatedly in response to the double penetration of her, her body welcoming the two hard cocks piercing her body.

“That’s right, let us hear how much you love this whore! I wanna hear you scream!” Gina hiss, her right hand that had been cradling Max’ right breast and yanking her rock hard nipple, moves and grabs onto Max’ arm, pulling it from around Fisher and back.

Max gasps as she is pulled back, her upper body turned to the side as Gina puts Max’ arm around her neck, Max staring right into the camera in Miller's hand, her mouth hanging open as she bounces up and down between the two, her pussy and ass being speared again and again, the once confident super soldier little more than a moaning rag-doll at this stage.

“Come on pretty girl!” Gina hisses into Max’ ear, taking advantage of her new position by slapping one of her breast hard for the camera catching everything, and to her own amusement, “… you just can’t get enough, can you?”

“Oh, gawd…” Max gasps, “… mmm yes…” she throws her head back, her breasts dancing for the camera as she’s held in the air by the two, her up and down movements perfectly timed with their upward thrusts, she moans loudly to the ceiling, “Yes, yes… fuck yes!” she gasps, loud, “Fuck me!”

“Now,” Gina starts, her breathing getting a bit ragged and her thrusts slowing a bit, leaving the majority of the work to Fisher, as she grabs onto Max’ hair, making her look into the camera, “… tell you audience what an insatiable cock-whore you really are!”

Staring into the lens as Miller now asks the questions, Max doesn’t immediately reply with more than moans and a few yelps or groans, but then Gina kisses her neck and runs her tongue up to her ear, flicking it with her tongue and biting into the earlobe, before starting to whisper, directing Max’ replies. The eyes of the transgenic opens wide and a satisfied deep growl escapes her lips, her body on fire as another orgasm is fast approaching and she happily tells the camera out loud whatever the perverted heiress whispers in her ears, as if submitting to the little devil on her shoulder!

“Oh yes… love it!” Max rambles on, “- getting fucked hard… oh… nothing but a piece off fuck-meat!” she declares, in between moans, much to the delight of Miller who captures the sex-crazed expression on her face while stroking his once more rock hard erection with his other hand. This had gone way beyond his wildest hopes and dreams, and he knew that this would sell like no other videos of his had done. “Fuck,” Max screams as Gina starts really picking up the pace once more, whispering into the ears of Max and holding her weigh had meant that it’d been Fisher pounding into her pussy that had been the main stimulation during this little under-way interview. As both were once more pounding into her, her entire body tingling at the fast approaching, explosive release, Max needed no coaching when asked what she’d do to get fucked just as she wanted and needed, just like this, “Anything!” she gasps promptly, “Oh fuck… I’d do… whatever… anything… please!” she screams, ear-piercing as her entire body trembles, her right hand pulling Gina’s head forward as she turns her head and lock lips with the goth chick.

A few seconds of Max climaxing is all Fisher can take before he has to stop moving, the perfectly tight, soft walls of pussy milking him as she arches her back in pleasure, kissing Gina with as much passion as he’d ever seen anyone do. He mouths a “Wow” as he watches her. This was the slightly shy girl that came into the office hours earlier! One of, if not the, most beautiful girls and knowing how cocky and arrogant she was from the few packages she’d delivered he couldn’t believe that she was such a wanton slut! But maybe that made all the more sense? Putting on a strong face during the day to keep the slut in her at bay…

Disengaging, Max in her post orgasmic state slumping her full weight onto Gina, gasping for breath after the long passionate kiss, making the goth babe pull away, Max dropping down onto her knees on the floor. Max has little time to catch her breath before Miller steps over her, slapping her cheeks an lips with his hard wet tool, droplets of pre-cum drizzles her face, and with a hungry gasp Max swallows the tip, feeling it twitch as she looks up into the camera in his hands, with those mesmerizing, dark, round eyes staring beggingly into the lens.

Handing the camera over to Fisher, who then circles the kneeling slut as Miller grabs her head in both hands and starts fucking her mouth, the gulping and gagging sounds filling the room for a good couple of minutes, broken only by the pauses when Miller pulls her head all the way into his gut, looking skyward as he feels her throat ripple around his cock, fully embedded in it.

Mouth open, gulping in air, as a strand of spit connects to Miller’s cock as he steps back, before joining the pool of spittle dripping down into the valley of her breasts and on her stomach. The fire burning in Max’ eyes as she looks around, hungrily for someone else to step up, even before fully catching her breath. A firm feminine hand grabs onto her head and turning her head, Max gobbles down the tip of the fake black cock hungrily, making a deep pleasurable hum as she taste her own ass on it, serving only to fuel her horniness.

Max feels almost drunk with lust, not remembering ever being as horny as she was at that moment ever before – tasting her own ass as she forces her head onto the cock, hearing the degrading comments rain down on her – she’s feeling almost dizzy, the big orgasm moments earlier not relieving the feeling the least, only fueling it further. Happily she slobbers all over the dildo as Gina orders her, and she kneels obediently with her mouth open as the goth sends a gob of spit down her throat, her pussy soaked at this degrading proof of submission – her natural reaction would have been to beat up someone for doing this, but now a shiver of excitement rolls through her as she hears her own voicethanking Gina!

“Come ‘ere!” she hears immediately after, turning around and moving to take the hard cock bobbing in front of her nose into her mouth.Moving his hip to keep her from swallowing his hard member, telling her “Ah, ah…” and grinning at the confused and annoyed pout the girl is making, being about as far from her usual character as possible, Fisher takes her arm in his and drags her to her feet, before lifting her into his arms and moves to the table.

“Humph!” Max grunts as she’s dumped onto the table, supporting herself on one hand as she reach for Fisher’s swinging cock between her spread legs, stroking it as she looks into his eyes, “You’re gonna fuck me?” she begs, her tongue flicking across her upper lip, “Please, fuck me hard…”

He just grins at her and pulls her hand off her cock, loving how she pouts and grips him harder for a brief moment before relenting and accepting the camera as he hands it to her, “… you turn to hold this! Film yourself getting fucked!”

Her eyes lighting up as she chews on her lip, Fisher turning the small screen on the camera so it points the same way as the lens, Max holding the camera in both her hands as she lies back, watching her own face… her mouth opening in a O as she’s penetrated once more, her legs on Fisher’s shoulders and his arms wrapped around her legs as he quickly builds pace, thrusting into her as she pans the camera down her body, seeing her jiggling breasts and tout stomach as she moans out loud.

“Uhh,” Max groans as she feels yet another orgasm start to soar through her body, “Yes! Fuck me, fuck me…” she mutters, her hands tightening on the camera as she arches her back, screaming to the ceiling in pleasure,her hands inadvertently dropping down so the camera rests on her belly, shooting up between her breasts as she thrashes from side to side on the table.

The whole room blurring for her eyes as she regains her breath after cumming hard once more, Max is vaguely aware of Fisher stepping away, an audible plop being heard as his hard pole is wrestled from her wet hole, the camera being taken off her hands again and a pair of strong hands flipping her over, a humph escaping her lips as she is pressed onto the hard tabletop.

Max doesn’t get a moments rest, as Miller takes a firm hold of her cute little heart-shaped ass and spreads the perfect globes apart, a big gob of spit hitting her tight little ass making her gasp and shiver, followed by an deep groan as the fat head of his cock penetrates her ass. Her skin not burning with shame or embarrassment as she feels her once forbidden – and virgin passage, until her exposure to the cop and the **** just a week or so prior – and hearing the appreciative and depraved comments from Miller as he does as promised earlier and starts fucking her ass hard. Max briefly joins the chorus of dirty talk, begging and pleading to get fucked, mimicking many of the nasty terms flung at her from both Miller and Gina, hovering around her with the camera, before she’s reduced to moaning around a throbbing, hard cock as Carlos steps in front of her on the other side of the table, strong hands taking hold of her hair as he pushes into her open mouth.

“Yeah, that’s it… spit-roast that fucking bitch!” Gina encourages as the strong hands holds firmly onto her dark hair and Carlos starts thrusting into her mouth. Another pair of hands holding onto her hips as her ass is penetrated hard and deep, again and again, her body tingling with desire as she focuses on working her tongue and lips on the pulsating cock fucking her mouth.

On Miller’s part, while grunting and puffing as some sort of wild animal, this was what he had wanted ever since he first met this slut and did his initial mock examination of her, her hastily denial of having participated in anal sex still on his mind as an almost sadistic smile spreads on his face. Holding firmly onto her hips, hands spread wide over her ass, thumbs digging into her skin and spreading her firm cheeks apart as he pounds into her, still surprisingly, tight ring. ‘Never had a cock up here? Ha! She absolutely loves this!’ flashes through his mind as he releases one globe of her perfect bottom briefly and lays a hard slap onto it, the sound echoing through the office, mixing with the sound of sex and Gina’s degrading direction of the trio.

“Humph!” Max grunts as the sting ripples across her skin, more from the surprise than hurt, and then “Gack!” as the hand after hitting her ass pushes down onto her back, right between her shoulder blades, pushing her naked body into the wooden surface and the air from her lungs, making her lose control of the gag reflex as Carlos doesn’t relent the slightest.

Gagging on this latin strangers cock as he forcefully used her mouth however he pleases while her legs was painfully getting crushed against the table from the hard pounding into her poor little ass should have been as uncomfortable as it would normally have sounded to Max’ ears, but right now she was having the time of her life! Struggling to get her breathing back under control, her strong hands clutching hard onto the table as she moans around the throbbing cock, she feels yet another orgasm fast approaching.

Muffled yelps of pleasure, the heavy breathing of the two men and the sound of wet, sweaty flesh slapping together fills the room as Gina, biting her lower lip as she moves with the camera around the table, a huge wicked smile on her lips. Miller continues to occasionally spank Max’ cute little ass, but for the most part just gripping firmly onto those perfect hips as he lays everything into pounding this heavenly tight ass.

It pretty soon became too much for Carlos, just watching his beautiful neighbor getting thumped into the table was a sight to behold, and feeling warm mouth – her throat closing down around the head of his cock when his thrusts was in sync with those of Miller – meant he felt his release fast approaching. Stepping back and wrestling his erection from Max, her mouth forming a vacuum around it, sucking hard.

Max is vaguely aware of Gina chuckling and telling her something as she hovers the camera next to her head, her body more focused Miller pushing into her as deep as he can, keeping himself buried inside of her hot ass as he reaches his hands forward, pulling her arms back – which requires some effort as her hands was still gripping hard onto the table.

“Mmmh…” she groans as he pulls her body up off the table, his fingers locking onto her arms as he pulls them, painfully, back and immediately resumes thrusting into her ass, Gina kneeling in front of the table now, capturing her open mouth and beautiful face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure, and her body rippling with each forward thrust – her chest now pushed forward.

A loud grunt follows each forward thrust into her poor stretched bottom, as she’s vaguely aware of the derogatory comments thrown at her, from the huffing, sweaty man pounding into her from behind, drops of sweat showering her naked back as his hands grips tightly onto her arms, or from Gina in front of her.

“Answer bitch!” a light, but firm, slap from Gina makes her focus on the words, “You love this, huh?” she asks, Max feeling herself nodding as she stares into the camera in Gina’s hands, “… yeah, that’s pretty obvious! You were just begging for a good fucking… bet you’re just gagging for the guys to mark you for what you really are?” she continues, challenging Max.

As the words register in Max’s brain, her eyes opening even wider if possible, her head bobbing back and forth at the relentless attack on ass still, “Wha…?”

“All of that cum, all over that pretty face…” Gina continues, “you’d fucking love that, wouldn’t you? Your slut!” she says, relief flooding over Max as the fear of them doing something crazy and permanent leaves her body, instead a feeling of need replacing it. The idea of these three cocks above her, shooting their release all over her sounded so incredibly hot to her sex crazed, heat stricken mind. Gina chuckles as Max nods her head desperately at this suggestion, telling her “Then you’d better ask the nice men…” with another light slap to her cheek.

“Mmmmm yes!” Max mewls, a long drawn out moan staring deep within her, literally purring as she looks directly into the lens, “Please, yes… give me… all over…” she rambles, “Cum all over me!”

Repeating that sentiment over and over again, begging in all the ways that appears in her mind for the men to shower her with cum. The idea, hearing her own words begging like that – soft girly voice, nothing like her normal demeanor – and the hard cock still pumping into her once tight ass.

“Ahh fuck!” Miller groans as her begging voice, coupled with the tightness of her ass, becomes too much.

Then the room was suddenly spinning, literally that is – her muddled, sex crazed and heat stricken mind was already making most things a little foggy, focusing only on the perverted and oh so pleasurable acts being carried out on her. A pair of strong hands grabbed hold of her mere seconds after Miller stepped back and pulled her up and off the table, dropping her down onto her knees on the floor.

Fisher – who dragged her off the table – steps over her now, pushing his cock at her mouth. Max eagerly gobbles him in, sucking with rigor as he immediately starts fucking her mouth, seeing out of the corner of her eyes the two other men – throbbing cocks in hand – on either side of her, and Gina – shit-eating grin on her face – pans around her with the camera.

With one of her hands draped across her naked body, cupping the far breast and pinching at the rock hard nipple, and the other between her legs, fingers banging into her core and thumb rubbing her hard knob as she continues to feel pleasure exploding through her body, Max looks wide-eyed up at Fisher as she swirls her tongue across his member, opening her throat as she lets him use her hot mouth to bring himself to the brink.

Fisher rips his cock free from her mouth, as her legs are trembling. Another in a seemingly endless stream of orgasms washes over her, pleasure rippling through her entire body. Feeling dizzy with lust she’s aware of each man growling loudly as they in turn sprays her naked, sweaty body with their release, fingers buried deep inside her pussy, feeling the walls pulsate around them, a hand gripping a breast hard, and head back with a fully open mouth, feeling each jet of hot cum as it hits her skin as she sits back on her knees.

Collapsing onto her back, Max is aware of Gina approaching from one side, barking at her, ordering her to get on her hands and knees. A belt in her one hand, folded as she slaps it into the palm of her other hand, a smile – almost evil or sadistic one at that – on her lips. Max hears the guys laughing, her eyes scanning the room as she rolls onto all four; Fisher is now operating the camera as the two other guys have moved to the side, to take a breather.

The rest of the shoot has felt as a blur for Max; the guys all having expended more than one addition load by the time she finds herself on the small bed in the corner of the office. Miller in front of her with the camera as he asks her what seems like parting questions, her body on auto-pilot giving him the answers he want. Some part of her mind takes her back to her earliest childhood, and the de-briefings after training missions she’d been through at Manticore… no questions asked then that came near to the kind of perverted line of questioning this Doctor was giving her…

When Miller finally has her wave goodbye to the camera and he shuts it off with a laugh, turning and walking away, Max drops down onto the bed. Her dirty, used body being overwhelmed with exhaustion, both physically and mentally, and even this medical bed felt like heaven right now…