Check my profile for Day 1 Parts 1&2 and Day 2 Part 1&2. I will be posting each day's part 1&2 back to back, so any delay in posting will between the day's of Jessica's FUS week.

As always I welcome all comments, questions, and constructive critiques. Enjoy.

Day 2 Part 3

When we got to the restaurant Jenny asked for a quiet table and fortunately one was immediately available. It almost felt weird to be tucked away after being on display so much, having to be available for use. Thankfully the waiter that served us didn’t ask me to do anything, nor did anyone else in the restaurant.

Jenny and I had a nice dinner. It felt like any old date. The food was good, except for the fact that I didn’t have a shirt to tuck my napkin into so I had to lean over my plate, and still got sauce all over my breasts. Jenny was all too happy to help me clean it up.

After dinner we walked for a little while before catching the bus back to the movie theater so Jenny could pick up her car. No one really bothered us on our walk or the bus. Though the lack of attention on the bus may have had more to do with the fact that Jenny had me sitting on her lap, one hand cupping one of my breasts.

I walked her to her car to say goodbye. It felt weird walking her to her car in the middle of the parking lot and then not getting in with her. We didn’t arrive separately very often, and it was even more uncommon for us to leave separately. We hadn’t made any plans to get together for the rest of the week and I didn’t think we would end up seeing each other. Since moving in together it felt really weird knowing I likely wouldn't see her for several days in a row.

I had been surprised at how much she had enjoyed watching me with the woman on the bus. Though I hadn’t really been with the other woman, the other woman had more put me on show, which was something Jenny did enjoy sometimes.

On the bus ride back to my studio there were no seats, but one man in the front of the bus decided I should sit on his lap. He wrapped his arms around me to hold close to him and I could feel him getting excited as the bus bumped along. When my stop came he let me get off, deciding not to have to take care of the excitement I had created.

I was almost to the door of my building when a man came up behind me and another stepped in front of me. Clearly they wanted to play, but the look in their eyes still kind of creeped me out. The man in front of me grinned, clearly glad he had made me feel uneasy.

“Hey sweet thing.”

Something in the back of my head told me that they didn’t want me to just agree and willing go with them. They wanted a victim for their fun. I’d seen this scenario played out before when I was out late at night. It wasn’t that late, but it was dark enough outside to make the setting right. It wasn’t a game I liked to play, but it was my job this week.

I looked up at him, winked to let him know I wasn’t actually refusing him, and then lowered my gaze and tried to move around him. “I need to get home.”

The man stepped into my path, blocking me, “Now, now, no need to be like that. It’ll be fun.”

I curved my shoulders in on myself and stood there, pretending to notice the man behind me for the first time. He was trying to be hulking and intimidating. He was actually doing a fair job of it despite the fact that he was the same height as me.

He reached out and ran a hand along my ass and then used it to guide me to the side into a dark alcove set between two buildings. I resisted slightly, almost stumbling as he guided me to the darkness.

Once we were out of the line of sight of the rest of the pedestrians I noticed two other men waiting there. One had his cock pulled out, slowly stroking it as he watched me be led towards him, the other had a video camera in his hand. There were security cameras all over that anyone could tap into, but some guys liked to get personal mementos of their fun.

I gave some resistance and showed a little fear, trying to say something along the lines of wanting to go home. My pulse was quickening, despite the fact that it was just a game. The man who had his hand on my ass reached around my body, one hand going up to play with my breast and the other down between my legs.

“Awa boys, she’s hardly wet at all.” He said with a mocking tone noticing that I wasn’t in fact that wet yet. “We’ll have to teach her how to be a good little slut for us.”

I tried to twist out of his grasp. “No, please.”

The man who had confronted me in the street came around in front of me and took my other nipple between his fingers and squeezed. “You’re not going anywhere.” When he noticed my eyes water a little, he grinned and knelt in front of me so he could take my breast in his mouth. He began to flick my nipple with his tongue while the man behind me started to play with my pussy, coxing it to life.

The man with the video camera walked around the scene, getting shots from different angles. I looked up at him for a moment before turning my gaze away, looking towards the other man whose cock had become hard, but he seemed to prefer to stand back and watch for now.

Once he felt my juices begin to flow, the man behind me, the shortest of the four, turned me around and pushed me to my knees. He unbuckled his jeans, pulled his cock out and put the tip of it to my lips. I tried to turn away, but he slapped me across my face and told me to behave or it would get worse for me.

I slowly let him push his cock into my mouth. I kept my mouth soft, not gripping with my lips or playing with my tongue. I looked up at him and saw he was smiling. I could feel his cock grow in my mouth. He wasn’t getting girthy, but he was getting long. The tip of his cock quickly hit the back of my throat and I gagged. I tried to pull back but the other man gripped the back of my head and held me still.

I opened my mouth to allow myself to breathe a little better but still let out several choking noises and felt the saliva begin to drip down over my chin. The camera man knelt beside me to get the camera to my eye level. I looked over at him, not sure what he wanted me to do. Should I look at the camera? Look up at the man with the cock in my mouth? Or should I look away or even close my eyes?

The short man told me to look up at him, so I did. He replaced the other man’s hands on my head and began to work himself in my mouth. He pulled back just enough to stop me from gagging and told me to keep my mouth open, tongue out. He rubbed himself against my tongue as I heard the other man unzip his pants behind me.

The short man pulled out after a moment and the man behind knelt just enough to lift me so he could turn me around. His cock was semi erect and was huge with a bulbous tip. My eyes widened when I saw it and he chuckled. He took it in his hand and slapped it against my face a few times before pressing it against my lips.

I put fear in my eyes for him as I stared at his throbbing member. I started to shake my head but he took a hand full of my hair in his hand to stop me moving and put the tip of his shaft to my lips.

“Stick your tongue out, yeah. Now look at me.” He began to aggressively fuck my face, continueing to talk to me as he did so.

The short man knelt down so he could reach between my legs. His fingers were stubby and didn’t sink very far in as he began to finger fuck me. It seemed satisfied though as his fingers were now slick with my juices.

The camera man moved the camera so he could get a shot of my pussy. I spread my legs a little so he could get a better shot. I resisted, trying to close my legs. The short man pulled his fingers out of my pussy and then slapped it, telling me to keep my legs spread. I let out a little gasp and opened my legs so the camera man could get in and get his shot.

I had put my hands on the thighs of the man with the bulbous cock and had started to try and push him back, maybe at least keep him from ramming it so far down my throat each time. He didn’t like this. He pulled out, reached into his back pocket, and pulled out bondgage tape. He made quick work of taping my wrists together in front of me.

He looked down at me, pleased that I was now more restrained. He playfully slapped my cheek a few times before smacking my breasts and resuming the fucking of my face. The short man behind me chuckled as he watched this. He had put his fingers back in me, making sure I was good and ready.

“Is she ready?” The man who had been watching asked.

Shortie responded, “Yeah, I think she’s ready for you.”

With a learning grin the watcher came over and the other two stepped aside. The watcher lifted me under the arms and all but slammed me against the wall of the building next to us. With one hand around my throat he guided his dick to my pussy and began to aggressively fuck me against the wall.

My back rubbed against the rough stone and my eyes began to water and I gave a slight whimper. He grinned at me and slapped my breasts, hard. I let out a cry and he did it again. He then let go of my throat and grasped my nipples in each of his hands and pinched them. He tugged them upwards.

I started to cry, asking him, pleading with him to stop. Telling him it hurt. That only spired it on. His thrusts became erratic and he pulled out, shoved me to my knees and told me to finish him with my mouth. I swallowed hard and gingerly took him in my mouth.

He didn’t want it to be ginger though. He took my head and rammed himself deep in my throat. I swallowed, gagged, then felt his load release down my throat. I did my best to take it all without gagging. I didn’t succeed. That seemed to please the other two men.

When the watcher was done he pulled back, told me to lick him clean, and then put himself away. He went back to the corner to watch the other two have their turn. Or three if the cameraman decided to join in.

Bulbous cock came over to me and lifted me up to standing. He turned me around to face shortie and put my arms around his neck. He then lifted my legs apart and set his cock at the entrance to my still wet pussy.

He slid himself in. I gasped, part in pain, part in pleasure. His bulbous head had to push its way in and pull its way out. He gave only a few thrusts before pulling out and positioning me so shortie could sink his hard cock into me. Bulbous cock then lined up with my ass and with slow steady pressure shoved his way into me.

I let out a small cry of pain. I had never had anything this big in my ass, and he had hardly wormed me up. The lube he had gotten from my pussy felt barely adequate. Judging by his grunts of pleasure it seemed to be plenty for him though.

Both men quickly found a rhythm, pumping both my holes. I could feel the bulbous head in my ass rub against my walls. The feeling of being filled was one I could kind of sink into. I wasn’t quite building to an orgasim, but I couldn’t say it was entirely unpleasurable.

I let the tears flow down my cheeks however, which was the right decision. Shortie smiled, and licked the tears off my face. I played along and turned away from him. I had completely lost track of the cameraman at this point. Presumably he was getting all kinds of different angels of the cocks filling my holes.

Shortie told bulbous to hold still for a sec as he was about to finish. With free reign he pumped hard and unloaded into my pussy. He then pulled out and respositioned me so that bulbous cock could get the best angle possible to fuck my ass.

And fuck my ass he did. He pulled completely out and then pushed all the way back in, pumped a few times, and repeated it. Feeling his cock pull out was an intense sensation. He had to apply pressure to get it to release and it did so with almost a little pop. He then had to almost force it back in me.

I let out a few moans in between whimpers as he ramped up. I could feel his cock begin to pulse before he pulled almost all the way out, leaving only the head in to release his cum up my ass. When he finished and pulled out he spread my cheeks and I felt his cum begin to drip out of my ass. He used his hand to spread it over my anus, taking pleasure in it.

They set me on the ground, put themselves away and left the alley. All except the cameraman. He knelt down and started to undo my bound wrist.

“Well you aren’t the best at resisting, but you do whimper quite well.”

“Um, thanks.”

He undid the tape, smiled, and left behind his friends.

I got to my feet and walked out of the alley and up to my studio. Once there I went to the bathroom and took a look at my back. It only stung a little from where the watcher had fucked me against the wall. The scratches were minor. I took a shower to wash everything off and sprayed my back with a little healing spray. It would be fine by morning.

So this is posted much later than I expected or wanted. I wanted to write a CNC scene, but when I started to write it I just couldn't get in to it. I still don't particularly like it for what I wanted it to be. Apparently writing CNC isn't really my thing.