What do you really want?

Tiffany was laying on her back lengthwise on the coffee table. Her head hung upside downoff one end. 2 of the men held her by the knees and kept them right next to her tits.

The dress was pulled both up and down so her tits were exposed as well as her glistening pussy which was aimed straight up in the air.

She wasn't sure what was worse. What she was sure they were going to do to her, or how much her twitching cunt wanted a cock to plunge into it.

She could see her brother in law (name....name.....fuck it, naming him jeff) Jeff approach her inverted head. The table left her perfectly at crotch height. She couldn't help but wonder why she had never thought of this before. She had fucked someone on just about every other surface in the room.

The sound of a zipper brought her back to focus and she saw and then immediately felt Jeff's 9 inch cock slap her chin and cheek. His balls covered her nose and filled her senses with his musk.

One of the men slid 3 fingers along her slit before skipping off her clit and withdrawing his hand.

Her hip twitched and her breath came out hot on Jeff's dick. He stepped back a little and lined up the head with her soft lips. She gently kissed it and flicked her toungue against it. Maybe she hoped they would treat her better if she was compliant, maybe she just always did that when a cock poked her face. Either way Jeff thrust his hips and sheathed his full length into her throat.

He held it for almost 20 seconds. Tiffany did everything she ould to supress her instincts to fight and thrash. She was mostly successful but her hips started rocking and her chest pushed out a few times.

Yet another hand rubbed between her slick pussy lips but made no attempt to penetrate her.

Jeff pulled back and pushed his way back in. He wasn't moving fast but he would push in and pull out at the same speed regardless of the level of resistance he felt. He steadily increased his rhythm until the room was filled with the wonderful sounds of *glaks* and slaps.

It took less then a minute for Tiffany's face to start getting a nice gooey mask of her own throat slime.

And those infernal fingers. Sliding between her soaked pussy lips, clipping against her clit and then stopping. She had done many things but edging wasn't one of them. She was always the instant gratification type.

Jeff suddenly removed his cock and blew his load on her chest and dress.

"Malcolm, you're up" said Jeff stepping back and appreciating what she looked like.

Tiffany gulped for air having not had a proper breath in the last few minutes. Thick white ropes of throat slop stock to points all over her face. The longest was stuck inside her left nostril and to the center of her hair. Her normally pale face was crimson red.

After 5 or 6 deep breaths another cock invaded her throat. Malcolm was only 7 inches long but thicker then Jeff. The room once more rang out with the sound of *Glaks*

Maybe from oxygen deprivation, maybe from the psychological trauma, Tiffany's mind couldn't keep focus on everything happening around and too her.

Men were drinking beer and not paying her any attention.

Men were switching around various abuses to her body.

Twisting nipples, flicking her clit, rough spanks on her ass.

That guy has a riding crop.

Where did he even get that? None of these guys brought anything in with them, did they? I dont even own a riding crop so they must *crack*

Riding crop hitting her clit with a combination crack and squelch. Her thighs and asscheeks were quite slippery with her arousal.

Her pussy was a lie detector for these people. No matter what she said or did, her body screamed a simple truth.

She was desperately aroused by her circumstances.