The used car salesman retirement party

Who better than that group of fat, old, greasy assholes to really break her in? To demonstrate to her completely that the life she thought she was starting, a life of idyllic bliss with a new husband was bullshit. The life she’s really starting is what she deserves, the life of a ****, a toy, a fuck thing.

Friday came an she arrived right on time. Of course she did. Sure she could have told her hubby about the whole thing and fled the state, never to be seen again. But she’s a woman, she can’t help but be naturally obedient.

Jerry told her to be here and here she was.

As he watched her peel out of her normal, modest clothes and into her outfit for the night, a tight pink dress and pink collar and leash, he had questions.

“How many cocks have you had in you?” He asked, needing to know her most personal details. After all, she belonged to him. (He didn’t need to know her name. After all, she’s just a pretty thing for fucking and things don’t need people names)

She hesitated.

“In your whole fucking life.” Jerry demanded again. “I want to know how many cocks have been inside you. And I’ll know if you’re lying.”

She looked down, shy. How precious, Jerry thought. Then she answered, “Um... four.”

Watching her undress, Jerry was tempted to make it one more, to wrap his hands around that sweet thin neck of hers and shove his big member deep inside her.

But no, she hadn't earned that yet. Tonight was for the slimy used car salesmen.

And they were slimy. As soon as she entered their party they grabbed her and threw her against the ground, tearing at her dress and hair. They poured their cheap beers out on her. They laughed wildly at her misfortune.

And then they filled her up. Before she knew what hit her, four fat, old cocks attacked her, one in her ass, one in her twat, and two competing for space between her soft lips. And just like that she'd doubled her cock count for her entire life.

They thrust into her hard. But these guys weren’t pros. Clearly they had no idea how to gracefully gang bang someone. So she flailed in every direction like a rag doll, looking as uncomfortable as a person could look... or a fuck toy.

And all the guys who weren’t inside her, waited their turn, pawing at her tits, or jerking their sad small pricks in her direction, spraying their jizz all over her.

She’s all used up by the time the party ends, scraped, scratched, and bruised.

Jerry watched, enjoying every moment and counting. And by his count, 36 men had their way with her in one night, meaning the answer to his question from earlier had increased by ten times.

She definitely wasn't a sweet innocent thing anymore.

“Did you enjoy that?” He asked, throwing her a towel. No answer. “Cmon, one of those cocks must have been capable of making you cum.”

Ruined and exhausted, she eked out a reply. “I... I didn’t...”

“I’m just kidding.” Jerry interrupted. “I don’t give a fuck. Clean yourself up and be back her next week at the same time.”

And Jerry felt pretty damn good about himself. If he could keep this plan up for a while, surely the NWO would find out about him. Maybe they'd even host a meeting here. That’d be perfect. Everything was going to plan.

Then he arrived at work the next morning and found something not going according to plan. A note on his desk:

“I know what you’re doing. I’ll be here at 9pm tonight. We need to talk.”

Then again, he thought why should he care? He was the legal owner of that girl. He wasn't doing anything he didn't have a right to be doing. So he was sure to be in his office at 9 at night to see who left the note.