Marci Gets Her Just Reward

I couldn't have Marci screaming and foiling our fun. I stopped time again. I got "Mr. B" to help me lift one naked guy up onto the table; we sat him down on Marci's oiled tits and plopped his semi-hard cock into her mouth.

"Mr. B" pointed out a second young man; he had just come out of the shower and was drying off. His cock was more than impressive; it was a thick monster. I let "Mr. B" rub the guy's cock with his oiled hands; it was soon rock hard.

Together we lifted this second guy up onto the table, postioned him between Marci's legs, and wedged his cock into her cum-filled pussy. As soon as we released him, the second guy sunk right into her snatch.

Still invisible, "Mr. B" and I sat on on of the padded benches. Just before I started time, I grabbed one guy's cellphone, switched it to video, and placed it in his hand.

I re-started time. With her mouth filled with cock, Marci's screams were muffled and uninteligible. The two strangers fucked her wildly. The guy with the video phone moved in close. Another video phone appeared, then another. All of this action - this humiliation - was going out onto the Web.

The huge guy fucking Marci groaned. He pulled back. His dripping cock slipped out of Marci's pussy. As soon as he climbed down from the table, another hard cock replaced him. Marci kept struggling and crying, but the guy sitting on her tits with his cock in her mouth kept her pinned to the table.

The second guy fucking her came, climbed down, and was replaced by one more fucker. The guy fucking Marci's mouth groaned loudly; we could see that he was forcing his cum down Marci's throat. Finished, he climbed off of the bitch. Before she could register a protest, another cock was **** down her throat. This guy was standing beside her; he twisted her head so that he could drive his cock into her deep.

Some other guy climbed up onto the table and began fucking his cock between Marci's well-oiled tits. She got a third load of cum pumped into her pussy. The next guy up lifted her legs higher, exposing her tight asshole - he drove his cock right into her back door.

One after another, guy after guy, the men in the locker room fucked Marci silly. More than a few came back for seconds. Three different video phones recorded the spectacle. Marci's humiliation was complete.

I leaned over to "Mr. B". "Are we done with Marci?"

"Mr. B" smiled broadly. "She'll never live this down. I set one of the video phones to send the whole thing to my computer. I own the bitch!!"

As we walked out of the locker room Marci was being pulled down from the cum-covered table onto the floor. She was in for a long night of fucking.