Angela hated these board meetings with a passion. She initially enjoyed the executive world and even worked hard to move rapidly through the corporation to this level. But now, as the Senior Vice President, she hated listening to her subordinates drone on and on about their departments. Her only solace was that today was the fourth Friday of the month, and on the fourth Friday, Angela indulged her secret life. Just thinking about what things she would be required to do in another four hours caused the wetness to form between her legs.

As the briefs continued, Angela’s mind drifted back to that fateful event seven months earlier. She was required to travel to New York on business. After a particularly long meeting, Angela opted to walk back to the hotel and became lost in a very seedy part of town. She was wearing a business suit that consisted of a short skirt and jacket. Underneath the jacket, Angela wore a white, silk blouse. Angela always enjoyed wearing sexy underwear, so that day she was wearing a white, lacy bra and white silk thongs. Her stockings were flesh-colored and held up by elastic around her thighs.

The flesh-colored stockings highlighted Angela’s long legs that were the best part of her 5-foot, 11-inch frame. Angela knew her legs were attractive and were made more attractive by high heels that were secured with ankle straps. As forty, Angela still looked like a thirty-year-old.

She cursed the high heels as she walked rapidly down the deserted street, her feet aching with each step. Angela’s head was down as she walked, bracing herself against the cool, New York wind. She tried to find landmarks as she walked but knew she was lost. Angela was completely oblivious to the danger she walked into as she rounded the next corner.

Angela saw the alley and entered quickly to escape the wind. Rummaging through her handbag, Angela finally found her cell phone. She waited and waited, but there was no signal. Angela cursed silently to herself and then heard the man’s voice behind her.

“Look what we got here,” the man said, “a rich bitch who is in the wrong part of town.”

Angela ignored the man’s comments and looked directly at him as she started to exit the alley. The man was black, about six feet tall with a two-day beard and large hands. His clothes looked dirty with grease stains on the too-large pants. Angela turned to the right out of the alley and ran into another man, this one also black and a little shorter.

“Where you going in such a hurry, sweetheart?” the second man asked.

Again Angela did not speak, but whirled on her heels to go in the opposite direction and a third man blocked her path. Angela could see he was probably half black and half Hispanic as this one grabbed her around both arms.

“I think you need to come with us,” the third man said.

Angela tried to twist away as the third man pulled her into the alley. As she started to protest, the other two men quickly surrounded her and assisted the third man in dragging her deeper into the alley.

“Please, let me go, I have money, I just need to get back to my hotel,” Angela pleaded. She thought that she would be robbed and did not even consider any other possibilities. Once at the end of the alley, the third man pushed Angela against a fence and spoke to the other two.

“Sam, Willie, hold the bitch’s arms out to the side,” he ordered. Angela heard the other two refer to the leader as Alex. Angela again offered the three robbers money as her purse was removed from her arm and pitched to Alex. Angela whimpered when her arms were stretched out and Sam and Willie held her against the fence like a “T”. She watched as Alex took out her wallet, removed the money, credit cards, and all of her identification and threw the purse over the fence.

Angela pulled against Sam and Willie as Alex approached her and suddenly opened a long, pointed knife and touched her cheek. She begged Alex not to hurt her, and tears flowed down her face as he traced her jaw with the blade. Angela’s breaths came in halting sobs as Alex cut through each button of her blouse and yanked the material open, revealing the white, lacy bra.

Sam and Willie whooped and hollered at the sight of the white mounds of Angela’s size 40D breasts straining against the thin material. Angela held her breath as Alex slid the knife blade up the center of the bra and easily sliced through it. Angela’s breasts sprung out, forcing the two halves of the bra to her sides. “Please,” Angela pleaded as Alex kneaded her breasts and then pinched her nipples.

“Look the bitch like it,” Alex told his two companions. “Her nipples are hard as rocks.” He then leaned down and took Angela’s right nipple into his mouth and sucked hard like her tit was a bottle. Angela shifted the weight on her feet as she felt the wetness flowing between her legs. She did not understand what was happening. These animals were sexually abusing her, and yet in a strange, perverted way, Angela felt herself becoming sexually aroused. Alex left Angela’s right nipple, red and wet, and moved to the left and performed the same treatment with his mouth.

“Hurry up,” Willie complained. “We want some of this bitch too.” Alex released Angela’s breasts, and she was ashamed because she felt disappointment that his mouth no longer stimulated her nipple. But a new feeling of arousal swept over Angela when Alex stepped back, grabbed the sides of her skirt, and violently yanked it down to her ankles, leaving her standing in thigh-high stockings and a white thong. Angela was confused and did not realize her own words to the men.

“Don’t hurt me, let me go and I’ll do what you want,” Angela volunteered. Willie and Sam looked at each other and laughed. Alex stared intently at Angela’s eyes, and she could not hide her lust from him. “Shit, this bitch really wants it,” Alex yelled and directed Willie and Sam to release Angela’s arms. “Okay, bitch, get it off,” Alex ordered. Angela felt like she was outside herself as she removed her jacket, blouse, and sliced bra.

Willie grabbed the bra and blouse and spread them out on the ground. Angela stepped out of her skirt and hooked her thumbs in her thongs and pushed them down over her hips and stepped out of them. Sam snatched up the thong and held them to his face, breathing deeply. He then stuffed the thong into his pocket.

Angela stood there naked except for her shoes and stockings, with her legs slightly parted. She could feel the wetness in her cunt and the excitement inside her as the three men approached her. Her confusion and fear were secondary to the sexual cravings inside her.

“On your knees, bitch,” Alex ordered, and Angela immediately dropped to her knees in front of the three men standing side by side. “This is self-service,” Alex continued. Angela knew what he wanted and fumbled with Alex’s zipper, finally reaching inside his pants and pulling out his hard, erect dick. Angela gently wrapped her lips around his dick, and the three men started talking about her turn around. Angela closed her eyes and sucked and tongued Alex’s rod. Alex entwined his fingers into her black, curly hair and fucked her mouth, pushing his cock down her throat.

Angela performed the blowjob like a pro, quickly causing Alex to cum. She did not let a single drop spill from her mouth as she swallowed Alex’s seed. As Sam pushed his dick at her face, Angela licked her lips and took him into her mouth, providing just as expert a blowjob as she did to Alex. Sam was a little bit larger, but she still sucked his dick down her throat and even reached up with her hand and caressed Sam’s scrotum.

“Shittttt,” Sam screamed and yanked his cock from Angela’s mouth and sprayed his cum over her tits.

Willie stood beside Angela, stroking his erection. “Fuck this, I want that cunt,” Willie said gleefully and pushed Angela onto her back on top of her blouse. Angela pulled her blouse under her ass for comfort and spread her legs wide. “This bitch is so wet, look at her,” Willie shouted as he mounted Angela, and she helped guide his dick into her sopping wet cunt.

Angela thrust her hips up and down as Willie fucked her hard. Willie reached underneath Angela and grabbed her ass, helping push her harder into him. Angela was lost in her sexual excitement. She was so close to orgasm that she began begging Willie, “fuck me, fuck me harder, you bastard.” Willie was pounding Angela so hard that his balls were slapping up against her ass, “Smack, smack.”

Angela felt him tense and his warm seed bathing her cervix, and she exploded in orgasm, thrusting her hips upward and almost throwing Willie to the ground. Willie pumped Angela’s cunt until his dick was limp. Now, Alex was hard again, and Angela tried to pull him into her cunt. Alex had other plans.

“What are you doing?” Angela asked as Alex turned her over and forced her onto her hands and knees. Alex nodded, and Willie and Sam, who each grabbed one of Angela’s ass cheeks and separated them, revealed her anal ring. Angela, at first, was frightened. No one had ever fucked her in the ass before. But even through her fear, Angela did not protest; she only said, “Be gentle, please.”

Angela felt two fingers in her cunt scooping out the cum pooling inside. Then she felt those same fingers working the sticky cum into her ass. Angela moaned as she felt both fingers slide past her tight, anal ring and up to the second double. Alex then began to move his fingers in and out and side to side, stretching Angela’s asshole for a larger penetration. Alex continued working Angela’s ass for a couple of minutes, just enough for Angela to experience another massive orgasm.

As Angela’s orgasm reached a peak, Alex pulled his fingers from her ass and quickly shoved his dick into the balls of her colon. Angela felt no pain, and the little discomfort only brought more pleasure to her. Sam watched Angela’s large tits hanging down and swaying as Alex began fucking her ass. Sam slid under Angela and started to suck and bite her breasts and nipples. Sam quickly became erect again and his cock pointed straight at Angela’s cunt.