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Rape this Busty Office WHORE in Mini Dress and 4 in Stilettos[Story, Vid, Pics]

2010-05-22T09:54:00.001-04:00

Story by erotic_master

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It was Monday morning and we were called to the conference room by our supervisor for a meeting. It was about Steve, one of the assistant managers at the company. He had taken a new job with a competing firm and had turned in his resignation Friday evening after we had all left. It was a surprise to many of us, but in a way, shouldn't have been. I used to hear him complain in private about how he was not valued in the company. And so it was announced at the meeting that they would be seeking a replacement for Steve from the ranks of the employees in the company.

I guess I was secretly happy at this point about Steve's departure. I had been with the company for 5 years now and felt that I had proven myself repeatedly. When the going got tough, I was the one that got things going. I was just a mid-level employee, but in the past year I had taken the initiative to make some major improvements in how the entire organization was able to work. My biggest accomplishment had come about 4 months earlier when I wrote a program that would take the data from the reports we had been using, and was able to manipulate it in a way to share on a variety of electronic platforms, such as cell phones, iphones and PDA devices. This allowed us to share real-time information with everyone in the organization at once. Before this, folks had to call back to the office and ask for the information over the phone. Now our people had it at their fingertips. It wasn't that I was a genius, it was just that I put the time and effort into after hours to find a way to make it happen. At the conclusion of the meeting, my boss explained that a decision would probably be made by midweek about who would be taking over for Steve. Getting that promotion would be a step in the right direction for me.

At this point I need to introduce Angelia to the story. Angelia was in her early 30s like me. But, had only joined the firm about a year ago. She was quite a looker. Tall, dark hair and dark eyes, and tended to dress in a way that I would call "provocative"; short skirts and dresses, high stiletto heels and tight fitting tops that showed a well endowed bust line. Yes, she was pretty. But, having worked with her on a couple of projects, it was clear to me that whatever she had in looks, she totally lacked in brains. It wasn't that she was stupid. It was just that her mind was dull. She had the sort of intelligence that comes from a dull life. One filled with superficial vanities. She had no idea how to work with a database or a spreadsheet, but should could tell you what the trendiest fashions were and what styles were in and which ones were on their way out. Not to be judgmental - but she was a typical business bitch that managed to skate her way through life on her ability to charm others with her good looks.

It was Tuesday afternoon when my boss called me into his office. He had something to tell me. "You know Rich. I just wanted to tell you. I know you've worked hard for me over the years, but I just wanted to let you know. Right now it looks like Angelia is going to be getting the promotion and taking-over Steve's job."

Yeah, this was my boss, Ted. Typical Ted for sure. All he ever did was ask me to work harder with the promise of some sort of future benefit that never seemed to materialize. He was full of vague promises, and then later, had plenty of reasons why he couldn't make good on those promises.

I just sat there silent in Ted's office. Looking at him. Looking at his desk. Just letting the news simmer inside me. Yet another disappointment. It was just like Steve had been saying for the past 2 years; this company never rewards hard work. It has a very different system of promoting people they deem worthy.

Ted continued to speak, "Hey look Rich. If I could have helped you I would have. I know how much work you do here and I just hope I can continue to count on you in the future. Don't let this get you down. It's just that the big boss feels that Angelia is who he wants for this job. I dunno. In some sort of way, he thinks that Angelia was the one that did that database program that you worked on." My eyes grew wide. What was he saying now? That she was being given credit for the program that I wrote? I spoke up. "Huh? You mean Big John thinks that Angelia wrote that program? That she did the work on that?" Like one of those bauble headed toys, Ted nodded yes to me. "Well then, why didn't YOU say something to him? Why didn't you tell him it was my work?" Ted looked down at his desk and rearranged some small yellow post-it notes he had in front of him. He didn't want to answer me because he didn't know how to answer me. I knew the answer. My boss, Ted, was a scared little rabbit himself. Whatever the office manager, John, perceived to be the truth, Ted was all about making him feel it was the truth. Ted was merely a facilitator in this whole smoke and mirrors game of "let's play corporation".

I left my bosses office and closed the door. In my mind I could see it all clearly. The office manager was a man in his mid-sixties. Always well dressed, with silver hair. He looked like he should be a judge or a senator. And, I could tell, he liked women. I never met his wife, but from what others told me, she was the trophy wife; stayed at home, raised the kids, went shopping. Had house cleaners do all the real work. So that was John...Big John as most of us called him behind his back...and a moniker that he probably approved of as well. Yes, John was the big man here indeed. And again, John liked women. At his age, and being married, he couldn't do much about it himself. But, egotists like John liked that women seemed to like him. So it all came back to me in visions replayed inside my head. The smiles that he would give to Angelia in the meetings. It was like he was the daddy and she was the little girl. And, she knew just how to use it to her advantage. So much so that she was now headed for the office space that should have been mine.

I went home Tuesday night and paced my apartment. It was like my body was a piano string, I was wound so tight. I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep. All I did was change clothes and pace the floor, thinking in my mind how I just missed a promotion and that another one may not ever come along. A princess like Angelia would find it very comfortable. She'd cling to that job for as long as possible. And even if they did realize she was not right for it, they would never move her aside to put someone more capable in that spot. Nope. Instead, they would have men like me work harder, to make-up for her shortcomings. Yes, it was all quite clear to me now. I would working harder than ever, so this glamorous princess could come to work in her short skirts and high heels and merely smile her way through the meetings - while I was slaving away in the background. Something had to be done.

Wednesday I called-in sick. It wasn't like me. I was never sick. But the truth be told, I couldn't sleep the previous night. I finally made it to bed at 5 AM and was in no mood to get up at 6 AM to shower and get ready for work. I just called and left a message that I would not be coming in. I slept till about 1 in the afternoon, and then got up to move about. I had a plan. I called a man that I knew; his name was "G". I never knew what "G's" real name was, but I think it might have been short for Gerald. He was a black man that I had met a year earlier. How did I meet him? Strange story there. He was trying to break into my car at my apartment complex when I caught him. He tried to get away and when I blocked him, he tried to punch and kick me. I pulled out a canister of mace and gave him a shot in the face. Then I punched and kicked him back. I was ready to call the police on my cell phone when he was begging on the ground like a little baby. Somehow I looked down at this man and felt sorry for him. He didn't seem much different than me. Just that he was probably born into the wrong race, into the wrong family, in the wrong neighborhood. I don't know why, but I cut him some slack. And we talked. An hour later we were sitting at a local Burger King and I was buying him dinner and he was telling me about his life. It's like one of those things you hear about - how two boys are worse enemies, then one day that have a knock-down, drag-out fight, and they become best friends. That was me and G. He tried to rob me...and now we were good friends.

It was 3 in the afternoon, and I called G. I wanted to meet with him and talk with him about something. He agreed and I drove over to his neighborhood. I took the man into a Starbucks and treated him to a cup of coffee and a Danish roll. It was a real treat for G. It was then that I told him what I wanted done. A year before, he had detailed to me his life of crime. He'd done just about everything and had seen the inside of a jail cell on quite a few occasions. Now, G wasn't going to jail as often. It wasn't that he was not committing crimes, it was just that he had gotten smarter. Inside the jails, it's like a university for criminals. They all tell each other how they got away with some crimes and how they got caught for others. This is why so-called profilers visit the prisons often. They want to know what the criminals know so they can better investigate crimes. But, you have to remember, those bad guys share a lot more with each other than they do with the police.

I described my idea in detail. G studied it carefully and nodded in approval. Yes, it would all work. I told him what I envisioned, and he nodded that it could be done. When we finished, I escorted him down the street to an ATM machine. It was there that I withdrew $800. I handed the cash to G. It was his. It was what I promised - $200 per person. It would be him and 3 of his friends. He pursed his face as he held all that money in his hand. Yes, he thought to himself...this man was serious. And indeed I was.

It was Thursday afternoon that I put my plan into action. John, the office manager, had gone down to his house in Florida to have a long weekend with his grandchildren. Not everyone knew this, but I did. It's a pretty simple task to change the email name of where an email is coming from. Especially if it is an interoffice email. I sent an email to Angelia, from John, asking her to join him for lunch Friday afternoon. It explained that he would be busy with an appointment uptown, but that he would have some time for a lunch at about 2 PM and he would like her to join him. She emailed him back that should would "love to come". A text message to G set the wheels in motion.

Friday morning Angelia woke-up at her usual 6 AM. She showered and did her make-up as she sat in her white robe in front of the vanity in her bedroom. This was going to be a very special day for her. Lunch with the big boss. And, it would be her last day sitting in that cubical. On Monday, she would be moving into her new office. Yes, this was a turning point in her life. A Friday that she would never forget.

She had already planned what she would wear that day. Having placed the items out the night before. She went to a chair where she retrieved a new package of Calvin Klein, sheer to waist, 10 denier, nude pantyhose. She carefully opened the cardboard package and pulled the new nylons free from the plastic wrapper. As she sat on the edge of her chair, she rolled-up one leg of the pantyhose and then carefully pointed her right foot into the air. She placed the smooth sheer nylon over her pointed toes and then carefully pulled them back, up over her ankle...then the heel, calf, knee, all the way up to her mid-thigh. Then, she rolled-up the other leg of the hose and did the same with her left foot and leg. She then stood up and pulled the sheer to waist hose up her thighs, all the way up over her rounded buttocks and straightened the waistband above her hips, under her white robe.

She then went back to the other chair and retrieved the black lace bra that sat there. This was also a new garment. A Vaserette brand, black...lace...with 38DD cups. Yes, Angelia was a well endowed woman. Her breasts were quite large. So large, in fact, that everyone knew these were hers. No silicone here. There's no way a woman would try to get their breasts enlarged to this size. It was simply good genes - very good genes. She slipped the robe down from her shoulders and off her arms, and placed it aside. She then looked at her reflection in the rounded mirror of her vanity as she admired her own body. Yes, Angelia was in love with herself. This is how vain women are. Many think that women dress sexy to attract men, but it's not true. They do it out of some sort of twisted self-love they have for themselves. They enjoy the attention of simply being "sexy". She took the lace bra and placed the straps over her shoulders, then fastened it behind her. Lifting the cups to allow her breasts to settle into place, she blew herself a kiss in the mirror. Glancing downward at the small dark patch of pubic hair that was slightly obscured under the nylon of her pantyhose.

Next came the dress. A bit risqué for the office. But, this was a Friday, so folks tended to dress how they saw fit. And, this was going to be lunch with the boss, and she just knew he appreciated her body more than her mind. She picked the short, tight little dress that she had purchased a month earlier. It was probably better suited to some teen slut, but Angelia didn't know the difference. It had a pink cotton clingy top and the tight nylon skirt area. It was a one-piece dress, but it sort of looked like a two piece. She pulled it over her head and slid her arms in. Then she reach back and zipped it up, straightening the bottom out. She moved from side to side, again, looking a herself in the mirror. She liked the way the top was so tight against her bust line. She chuckled to herself when she imagined what the big boss might think when he first sees her.

Finally, the shoes. Yes, like any vain office bitch, she had dozens of dress shoes. Mostly sky high heels that made her feel like the center of attention when she walked into work. She pulled-out the black Kate Spade pumps with the 4 inch heels. Sitting down again, she slipped one of her nylon covered feet into it and pushed it into place. Then did the same with the other. Now she was ready. For whatever came her way, she was ready. Or, so she thought.

As usual, she got to work late that morning. Being so busy primping herself, she usually got to work late. But, of course, the bosses never said anything to their little "princess". I sent a text message to G to make sure we were still on with the plans. He texted me back saying that everything was set. I sat in my little cubical and took a deep breath as I my mind wandered onto the events that would unfold later.

At noon, Angelia said she was leaving the office for lunch and would not be coming back. Monday was when she would officially get the promotion, but she was already testing the waters of her new found authority. I sat there and thought...how nice it would be if I could leave early on a Friday. Angelia met her boyfriend outside the office building. She had told him about her lunch plans, but he was happy to escort her to the subway station up the street so that she could travel uptown toward Harlem for her lunch with the boss.

It was a bright sunny day in New York as Angelia walked along the sidewalk with her boyfriend by her side. Her tall black heels click click clicking along the concrete sidewalk as they made their way. She was the perfect picture of conceited business bitch vanity. And, as the perfect picture, she was being admired from a short distance - by my friend G. G followed along about 50 feet behind them. Watching them move. He already knew where she was eventually headed, but he just wanted to follow to make sure. This was the first time he'd seen her...since I sent him a description of what to look for that morning. He nodded his head. Yes, she was everything I said she would be. And he and his friends were going to have some fun today.

She stopped at the steps to the subway and gave her boyfriend a slight peck on the lips as a goodbye kiss. G walked past them, down the stairway, to the turnstiles. She would be coming...he knew that. Moments later, he could see the nicely polished black heels and long long legs making their way inside the station. The tight pink and black dress clinging to her curves. The train arrived and they got on. G, wearing his sunglasses, just looked like any other up and coming African-American male in the Big Apple. Yes, headed toward uptown and the beat of Harlem.

As they exited the train, G took his phone out and used it to snap a photo of Angelia. He sent it along with a text message to his "friends". I was in the loop, so I got it too. The time was getting closer now. And I was getting excited.

She walked up the street and then around the corner, headed for the address that the boss had given her in the email. She had a good sense of direction, but had never been in this part of town before. As she walked, she looked at the long line of closed storefronts, the metal sliding doors covering them and the graffiti painted over them. Not much traffic on this stretch of street, she thought.

She looked up at the buildings around her and while doing so, she stumbled on the uneven pavement of the sidewalk. Her high heels were not helping matters. This part of the city was in disrepair and it featured a host of obstacles that made it difficult to walk in her sky high business slut heels. The crumbling sidewalk, the various steel grates and the metal doors that led to the basements of some of the buildings. Even in downtown Manhattan it was hard work for a business bitch to navigate the sidewalks, but in Harlem, it was a major obstacle course. Angelia did her best to watch her step, so as not to scuff her precious high heel pumps. But while looking up to search for the numbers on the doorways and trying to walk at the same time, it was no good, as she stumbled to one side and scraped her knees against the brick wall of a building. 'Ouch!' She looked down and rubbed her knees. 'Damn', she thought, as she bent forward to inspect her knees. Yeah, there was a run on the left knee of her nylons now. 'Shoot, just what I don't need with a power lunch with the big boss.' The one thing she did know was fashion. So, she opened her purse and looked for the small bottle of clear nail polish. Yes, this was a trick she learned years go. Patching a run in your hose with some clear nail polish. Just pull the run together and apply a stroke of the clear polish and it holds the nylon together. It's visible, but just barely. She placed one foot up on the side of the building and leaned down to apply the polish. It was then that G stopped to watch. "What the fuck is that bitch doing? Holy cow!", he thought to himself, as he watched her pull one knee up high and bend in her tight slinkly little dress. "Oh fuck man. This is going to be soooo good.", he thought again, as he admired her tight, curvy body. He could feel his manhood getting hard now inside his pants.

After mending her pantyhose with the clear nail polish, she walked up the street further. In the distance there was a group of 3 black men that seemed to be working near the street. They were moving furniture...or something. Near them was an old parking garage structure. It was closed for renovations. And, if you know anything about building contractors in New York City, then you know that on nice days, on Fridays, they will work through their lunch hours so they can get off work by 2 PM. Yeah, they leave work early to beat the afternoon rush hour...so they can enjoy a bit of the nice weather themselves. So, the construction site was closed for the day - no more work.

Angelia walked confidently up the street, past the men, looking up at the building numbers. 'Let's see', she thought to herself, 'that restaurant should be right around here somewhere.' She was busy looking up to one side and never saw them approaching from behind. 3 of them. 6 hands. They captured her arms, elbows, and one went around her mouth. They never broke stride as they merely helped to move her off the street, into a lobby entrance to the parking garage. From there, it was up a small concrete ramp structure, and onto the second level of the structure.

The only one to notice Angelia's sudden departure from the street was G. He was about 50 yards away, and grinned when he saw the plan executed as he had imagined it should be. His mind replaying what he had saw a few minutes before - the young business bitch, with one foot and leg hiked up high, and her tight ass almost sticking out of the flimsy little dress she was wearing. This was going to be good - very good.

G turned into the lobby entrance and then up the walkway, past the "DANGER - DO NOT ENTER" signs and to the second level. He walked a bit more and saw his 3 friends, holding the business bitch tight with their paws.

"It's ok. You can take your hand off her mouth. I know this place. They can't hear her from the street. The street noise from all the buses and cars covers it up", G explained. With that, a hand was removed.

She looked at G as he looked back at her. Only his head was going up and down, admiring every part of her body. Then he spoke. "Well well now. What do we have here, huh? A little business bitch that lost her way maybe? Is that it? Huh? What you doing up here in my neighborhood honey? Don't you know, this is my street? That I say who comes and goes?"
She just looked at him, too scared to speak at this point. The look on her face said confusion more than anything else. One minute she was walking up the street for a lunch appointment and the next minute, she was in an abandoned parking garage with 4 strange men surrounding her. She closed her eyes tight and tried to make herself wake-up from this bad dream. Only, when she opened her eyes, and felt the cool breeze inside the parking garage and felt the men's hands on her arms and hips, she knew...this was no dream.

G looked down at his fake Rolex watch. It was one of those gaudy looking things that you just knew was not real. Diamonds and gold - it just screamed the words "cheap fake shit". But, despite the fake jewels on his watch, he had something very valuable now; a downtown business bitch that was all his.

She still had her large black handbag strung over her arm. G motioned with his head and one of his friends removed it. Handing the handbag to G, he went through it. Looked in her wallet, looked all through it. Took her driver's license out to keep as a souvenir. G wanted a nice keepsake to remember her by.

Ok fellas. Back her up...over there a bit. He pointed to a pile of construction debris off to one back corner of the parking structure. The thing is, when you start a renovation of a place like this, after so many years of neglect, there is no telling what you will find. And here it was...a decade's accumulation of the junk that people left at the parking garage. There was an old mattress and a jumble of wiring and old boards and plywood. Batteries, cheap earrings, and small children's toys. It was all there, on the floor.

"Ok guys. We're gonna go one at a time on her now. Not everyone at once. I don't want her passing out on us. Ok honey?," he said, looking at her. She tried not to look at him in the face. She turned her head to one side, so as not to make eye contact and pleaded, "No. Please! Please no. Please don't do this." When she finally turned to look at G, her eyes showed fear. And G, like any man with a violent criminal past, wallowed in the excitement.

She felt a rough hand reach out and grab at her large breasts through the tight fabric of her dress. It was like an animal mauling at her right breast. Then the hand went to the left breast. Squeezing and feeling it. She whimpered and then felt a small scream release from her lungs. Dirty, rough hands. Feeling at her ample breasts. Squeezing her fleshy orbs inside the black lace bra she put on that morning. That bra, she wore it for the meeting. Oh, how she liked that bra and the way she looked in the mirror. Her tits were being mauled in it now. Soft moans were filling her chest as his meaty hand pressed and squeezed and felt.

The black man that was mauling at her breasts now spoke. "Alright little business bitch. On your knees now sweety. I want to see how good you are darlin." At that, she felt the two other men taking her arms behind her and forcing her down to her knees. Her pantyhosed legs now on the dusty hard cement floor. "Atta girl. Gimme that pretty mouth now baby." She could feel his large hands stroking her long black hair out of her face. Then another hand took her hair in a sort of ponytail and held her head in place. Then she saw him unzip his pants and undo his belt. "Here, go go now baby. That's a good girl. I got something nice for you that you'll like." His penis revealed itself to her. Like a large angry black serpent, it moved out of hiding from his trousers. The head on his cock was huge. He smiled down at her, showing the teeth he was missing as a result of a lifetime of drugs and fights. "There we go now Missy. That's it. Make friends with that big black mamba. Oh yeah." He pressed his erection to her face and forced it to her lips. She turned her head to her right, so that she could look away. But, it was no good. She felt the hand holding her hair back as it forced her face to turn again and look straight on at the man's massive member. Another man's hand reached down and squeezed her cheeks hard, forcing her mouth to open. Tears welled in her eyes. Then his cock slipped into her warm moist mouth. "Come on now girl. Show me how you suck now. Now suck that cock bitch. Don't let me have to tell ya again, because I will get violent on your ass now." At this, she started to roll her tongue around his massive shaft. Feeling as he pushed himself into her wet mouth.

Fucking her face..that was so well made up with makeup that morning. Yes, that pretty face of hers that she did up so well that morning as she sat applying her make-up in front of her bedroom vanity that morning. How carefully she applied the eyeliner, the eye shadow, the foundation. This was one conceited business bitch that was trying to look her absolute best for the lunch meeting with the office manager. But now, when she was supposed to be dining with the boss, she was instead having her delicate mouth stuffed full of Harlem-bred cock. His massive penis filled her mouth so that she could only breath through her nose now. It was huge...and growing.

The grizzled black man, his pants around his ankles now, moaned and howled as he fucked the young woman's mouth. G looked on, smiling in approval. "Save some for me now man...save some for me now", one of the two men holding her said. The other laughed at her. The man didn't cum. He wanted to save it for later. This was just an appetizer. After all, they had all afternoon and all night if they wanted.

Another one said, "Ok guys. Get here down on all fours now. I want her...and I want her right." A big meaty hand grabbed at a nylon covered calf and forced her down onto her hands as well. The flimsy little dress that she was so proud of, could no longer hide her underside. And the men looked up in surprise to realize she wasn't wearing any panties under her expensive sheer to waist pantyhose. A hand reached in and started mauling at her exposed crotch. She could feel the rough fingertips massaging around her now engorged labia. Trying to push a bit of nylon up inside of her. Greedy fingers that pressed and massaged and tried to fuck her hot hole through her expensive pantyhose.

Then, hands reached up. Pushing the dress up to her belly, and fingers curled inside the waistband of her sheer pantyhose. They were summarily pulled downward, off her hips, over her ass, and allowed to bunch at her supple thighs. Her ass was exposed...along with her other feminine features. She moaned and grunted as she tried to crawl forward, but it did no good. Just one of these men could have controlled her easily. But there were 4 in total, and she was no match...even though she tried. One of the men straddled her and squatted on her back, as if he was riding a horse. He didn't put his full weight on her, but did enough to hold her in place. She could hear the sounds of a belt buckle coming undone as another man removed all of his clothes. She tried to look behind her to see his naked body as he prepared himself for her. Hands now on the tops of her thighs, to keep her steady, as he got behind her to mount her properly. Her silky sheer hose bunched at her thighs, rubbing against his man balls as he began to enter her tight wet pussy.

She moaned out as his engorged manhood spread her. Moaned again as he pumped forward. He was after his pleasure...not hers. Thinking, this stuck-up business bitch needs to learn to stay in her own yard. Just like any good bitch should be taught. If you go sniffing around the big dogs' neighborhoods in your slutty outfits, you just know you're going to get raped. Now I hope she understand this now so it won't happen again.

It was time for number three. He was a younger, light-skinned man, in so far as African-American men go. And to look at him, not as masculine as the others. But, what he lacked in masculinity, he more than made-up for in violent ideas. He was the youngest and the one that probably spent countless hours playing violent video games and reading equally dark comic books. A steady stream of sex and violence in his young life, along with "life in the hood", left him jaded and unable to sympathize with others.

"Hold her arms out", the young man barked. The other two did as he said, holding her wrists tight, her arms spread to either side of her, while she was on her knees. The young man then went to the pile of construction waste and found a small stick...about 2 feet long and one inch by one inch. Nothing special, just a splintered piece from a larger board. He held it in his right hand and flicked it in the air...making a whooshing sound as he did so. "Ok. Hold her tight now", he ordered. The men held tight as they pulled at her arms, forcing her back to arch slightly and her chest to jut outward. He walked up to one side of her and with the stick, swung it down and around, hitting her pink cotton dress top across her bust line with the stick. He pulled back and did it again. "Ouch. Ouch. Noooo...Ouch...myyyy", she screamed out. He carefully aimed his little magic wand each time for the best results. Wishing to inflict as much pain to her double-D cups as possible with each swat. He varied his blows. Often hitting the tops of her breasts. Sometimes aiming across to hit her more sensitive nipples. With each stroke, it felt that the pain was doubled from the last. It would be bruises on top of bruises. Tender flesh becoming more tenderized, and hence, more painful for the ensuing torment.

His eyes glowed as he watched with delight the pain that came over her face. Her eyes welled up with tears at this point, making her black eyeliner glisten at the edges. He reached over in back of her. Finding the small hook atop the back of the dress; undid the hook and pulled the zipper downward. Then pulled the top of her dress down her arms...exposing her black lace Vaserette bra and the fleshy tits they encased. The others nodded in approvement as they saw her large breasts bulging inside the sexy bra. He pulled back again and let loose. Smacking her tits repeatedly through the thin lace fabric of her bra. From the punishment, red welts were formed on her fleshy orbs that began to grow. As the strokes became so severe, she could feel her mammary growing inside her now tight-fitting bra.
"What a dumb slut you are, coming 'round here dressed like a fucking whore. Lady, where the fuck is your common sense? Hell, if any woman in my family went out dressed this way...I just know she would get raped", the young man lectured her.

It was now time for the ringleader. G stepped forward and confidently said, "Zip her up." The other men did as he said, and pulled her dress back up again to cover her properly and zipped it into place. "Bring her over here," he said, pointing to a spot next to him. They forced her to her feet and moved her. G undid the buckle on his wide leather belt, then slowly removed it from the belt loops on his trousers. He then had one of the men raise the woman's foot up behind her, so she would have to stand on one foot...steadied in the hands of the men. One of her expensive high heels were removed and G looked down at the sheer nylon that covered the sole of her foot. Then he folded his wide belt in half and pulled it up over his head. Thrusting downward, the leather strap hit the sole of her foot with a loud slap.

"Oooowwwee", she moaned out. Again, he repeated himself. Striking the sole of her right foot...over and over again. Until her foot turned a pinkish color and was swollen. At this, he forced her high heel back on her foot. The foot having swollen to the point where the shoe would barely fit her now pink foot under the sheer nude nylon. The same was done again to the left foot. Again, the foot was raised behind her, and the shoe was removed. G took his heavy belt and gave her 12 strong whacks on the sole of her other foot. Then, the shoe was replaced. Now, merely standing there in her sky high heels, the pain was unbearable.

G was now done punishing the soles of her feet. Now she was made to stand in her sky high heels on the cement floor, and the pain was excruciating. As the blood pulsed through her body, it felt like electric shocks were coming from the soles of her petite feet, up through her legs an through her spine to her head. Her feet were red and throbbing in the shoes that were now entirely too tight for her stockinged feminine feet.

G wasn't finished yet. Not by a long shot. The others watched on as he pulled her flimsy dress upward and made the skirt part bunch at her belly. G knew just how to do it. And when he stood back, everyone could clearly see her pantyhosed legs, crotch, ass and belly. The waistband of her expensive CK hose was neatly wrapped around her belly. Yeah, what a knock-out body she had. The sheer hose covered nothing. Only enhanced the smoothness of her skin.
It's one thing to know you're beautiful and it's quite another to flaunt it in a dangerous part of town. G again moved closer with this wide belt looped in half. Without warning he swung it at the woman's legs. Whack! She screamed at the top of her lungs as the heavy belt made a menacing red welt across the backs of both her thighs, under the 10 denier nude nylon. G pulled back again, a crazy look on his face. Whack, whack, whack! He hit her three times on her legs and ass, moving the belt in a figure 8 motion back and forth with his strong arm. The thin material of the expensive hosiery was was now getting shredded by the edges of the rough leather belt. Tears now poured down Angelias face. Her black eyeliners was running and so was her mascara. She had been such a brave woman up until this point. She held it back so well. But now it was simply too much. The look on G's face felt like doom to her. What made it so scary was that he looked like a normal African-American businessman you might see downtown, walking with a newspaper folded inside an arm and briefcase in one hand. But instead, he was sadistic rapist-torturer.

G then looped the heavy belt around her neck and used it as a makeshift collar and leash. He wanted to teach her a lesson. This stray bitch that wandered into his neighborhood. Yes, indeed, when these downtown bitches come up here, they'd better tone it down. We don't need no whores from down there coming up here to compete with our own women. This city is a dangerous place, and folks that don't understand that need to learn.

At this point, G motioned for the others to join him. And a full fledged gang rape ensued. The four of them held her in place, standing in her business heels, and she was bent forward. The hands on her now were out to do damage. The groping and beating that her ample breasts had received before were nothing compared to the pain that she felt as the hands of the men now. They squeezed her tits so hard she thought they would burst. Thick fingers went to her underside and pulled hard on the nylon in the crotch of her pantyhose. She could hear the nylon being riped open as she felt the cool air now on her exposed vagina and ass. The attackers coaxed each other on. There were voices..."Yeah. That's it honey. That's it baby. Bend fowod now ya ho! Ats a good girl. Show us dat nice pussy you got der bitch." Bent forward, tears rained down on the dirty cement floor as they lined-up to take turns using her sex fully. The one thing that G insisted was that she was made to wear her fuck me heels throughout the ordeal. G really liked those heels and the way this sexy bitch took such care to make sure she didn't scuff her expensive shoes while walking on the sidewalk. As each of them reached their climax, they took turns unloading their hot white spunk on different parts of her body. Some shot their loads in her silky jet black hair. Others onto her face. And another, over across her tits on her tight fitting dress. Stains of their man juice were everywhere on her office bitch clothes.

When they finally finished with her, it was dark outside. She was totally spent and unable to walk at this point. So, they carried her down the ramp again and to the first level. The first level of he parking garage had a much higher clearance than the other levels. This was where they would park larger commercial vehicles like trucks and so forth...to keep them off the streets and in a secure place. It was here that a very very large industrial dumpster was placed to collect the materials from the ongoing construction. It was as big as a trailer. The 4 of them struggled but eventually managed to lift her over their heads and toss her in the large dumpster. She landed inside on a pile of construction debris, like drywall and old boards and cardboard boxes. This was busty business bitch that was confidently striding down the streets of midtown earlier that day in her tight busty and short dress and fuck me stilettos and is now a mere rag doll, fucked to exhaustion, her beautiful, delicate face, chest and slender legs severely bruised and soiled. And there she lay unconscious for several hours.

She finally came to and realized where she was. Unsure of what time it was, she looked around in the dim light and decided to try to crawl out of the huge dumpster. This is where she showed her true colors. Any smart person would have used the items inside the dumpster to try to build a pile or a series of steps to get out. But instead, she struggled and tried to crawl out. Stupid bitch tried to stand up, still wearing her 4 inch stilettos. Of course she promptly feel back down, given how it was impossible to gain an even footing in those heels and how badly her feet and legs were beaten. She was too weak to even let out a meek yelp. The landing punished her severely beaten breasts punished even more and tattered up her already ruined nylons even more. Still she tried again and clung to the inside of the dumpster and tried to raise herself out. It took a full 45 minutes, but she finally gained her freedom. Once out of the dumpster, Angelia did the only thing she knew to do - she tried her best to make herself look appropriate. Yes, as hard as it is to believe, after being raped for hours and then tossed into an industrial trash bin, she used her hands to try to pull down the hem of her tattered dress and smooth over the ruined pantyhose. She used her fingers as a comb to try to straighten her hair. 'Oh, I wish I had a mirror', she thought to herself. But why? At this point the hot downtown bitch looked about as good as the discarded trash that she was just rolling in. But, that's how Angelia thinks. In fact, that's how a lot of self-centered business bitches think. They are always seeking way to impress themselves. $300 shoes, $400 dresses, $600 handbags - it's all a part of the ritual of being a stuck-up pampered princess.

She was still in her dressy fuck me office pumps, but she didn't get far...only to the street, where she passed-out again. Fortunately for her, a police car came by and discovered her battered body on the sidewalk and were able to help her.

Black Dress Brunette, Shapely Pantyhosed Legs and White Stilettos

2010-04-04T00:11:00.000-04:00

What would you do to her?

Full album:

Two College Sluts in Short Dresses and Heels

2010-04-03T18:38:00.000-04:00

Stupid sluts don’t know that it’s dangerous to dress like that out in the big city at night…

Blonde Whore in White Coat and Short Skirt and Gladiator Heels

2010-04-02T18:01:00.000-04:00

The coat fails to hide the fact that this slut is wearing a short clubbing piece and is gonna get brutally fucked.

Very Cute Slender Lawyer in Classy Dress and Red Sole Stilettos

2010-04-01T17:48:00.000-04:00

Want to she her get gang raped! She’s wearing such a sexy classy dress and louboutin stilettos, showing off her slender legs.

And that gorgeous face. Want to grab her sexy hair and rub my cock all over her face and see the disgusted look on that angelic face.

Want to see her end up brutally gang raped and ravaged. Want to see her expensive dress all wrinkled and her hair full of cum and her stilettos scratched up with more dirt and more cum.

Video:

What would you want to do to her?

Blonde MILF in Black Pumps

2010-03-31T16:29:00.000-04:00

Asian Biz Bitch in Tight Black Skirt Suit

2010-03-30T16:28:00.000-04:00

Awesome video:

[HD Video] Hot Slut in Tight Short Black MINI Dress SHEER PANTYHOSE and Skyscraper Stilettos

2010-03-29T09:21:00.000-04:00

I can’t believe she is also wearing sexy sheer to waist pantyhose!! She is just asking to get raped!!

Please leave comments on the nasty things you would do to her.

It’s HD video so make sure you watch it in full screen.

Black Blouse, Tight Grey Skirt and Stilettos

2010-03-28T16:05:00.000-04:00

Check out the video below. This little office whore has nice legs and sexy stilettos. Want to grab her hair and mount her and fuck her ass.

Video:

Rich MILF in Red Dress and High Heels and Fur

2010-03-27T09:29:00.000-04:00

I wonder how many people she had to fuck to get the money to her to buy all that shit.

Elegant Slender Business Slut in Classy White Skirt and Black Top and Stilettos

2010-03-26T18:41:00.000-04:00

Her back mesh is so sexy. Her top looks so easy to tear and the low cut style makes her chest an inviting area to shot my cum.

Biz Bitch in Tight Grey Skirt Suit and SHEER PANTYHOSE and Pink Heels

2010-03-25T18:31:00.000-04:00

This business bitch is wearing a grey skirt suit with a sexy tight short skirt with nice slit on the back.

She probably got that band aid on her knee because she was brutally fucked while on her knees.

Want to brutally fuck her and cum all over her ass, on her skirt and down her pantyhosed legs.

Short skirt Sheer Pantyhose and Stilettos

2010-03-25T10:17:00.000-04:00

Blonde Business Slut in the Subway

2010-03-24T10:13:00.000-04:00

Can you imagine her alone on the platform…with a gang of misfits eying her hungrily?

Asian Slut with Toned Legs and High Stilettos

2010-03-23T10:06:00.000-04:00

Cute Brunette in Tight Short Blue Knit Dress and Black Tights

2010-03-22T09:57:00.001-04:00

Executive Biz Slut in Skirt Suit and Expensive Stilettos

2010-03-21T09:54:00.000-04:00

Business Slut in White Blouse and Grey Skirt and Pantyhose

2010-03-20T09:48:00.000-04:00

Sexy Asian WHORE with Tight Mini Dress and Sexy Stilettos and Killer Legs

2010-03-19T08:54:00.000-04:00

Same asian slut as http://candidbizbitches.blogspot.com/2010/03/asian-whore-in-tight-white-blouse-and.html, even the same heels.

What will you do to her?

Check out at the 1 min mark in the video. She sees a group of construction workers and instinctively tries to pull down her tight mini dress. Won’t be surprised if they were thinking of brutally fucking her.

Asian Whore in Short Black Dress and Jacket and Sexy Stilettos

2010-03-18T08:45:00.000-04:00

Those stilettos with the red under-soles look pretty expensive. hope she doesn’t mind me cumming all over it.

I want to break this slut’s sexy toned legs.

Little Blonde Biz Bitch in White Blouse

2010-03-17T08:41:00.000-04:00

Tall Slender Whore in Tight Black Skirt with High Slit and Heels

2010-03-16T15:30:00.001-04:00

Hey, nice titties you fucking slut.

That slit in the back is too provocative. If she was in the wrong neighborhood, her ass would have been exposed and fucked immediately.

Cute Sexy Asian Slut in Short Dress and Stilettos

2010-03-15T15:03:00.000-04:00

It’s so easy to overpower this little asian slut and lift her cute little dress and brutally rape her.

Stupid Guidette Whore in Tight Black Skirt and Stilettos

2010-03-14T14:58:00.000-04:00

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=guidette

“She is a mammoth whore, the only type of woman that a guido won't date rape because he doesnt have to.” Nuff said.

look at her getting eyed by those two men. they are hungry for this slutty whore.

Young Business Whore in Tight Red Blouse and Short Tight Black Skirt with Sexy Slit and Stilettos

2010-03-13T12:10:00.000-05:00

This fucking biz slut loves to wear her tight red blouse and leaves a few buttons. Want to rip that blouse open and let the buttons violently fly out.

Look at that high slit in the back of her tight black skirt. This slut is asking to her raped.

Those legs are perfect. Want to maul it.

Can you imagine a bucket full of cum dripping down from her ass, down her toned sexy legs and pooling in her stilettos?

Look at how the slut tries to pull down her skirt…too late, wont save you from getting brutally fucked!