Fiction, Blowjob, Coercion, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, First Time, Humiliation, Job/Place-of-work, Males / Female, Non-consensual sex, Rape, Threesome, Virginity, Written by women
I wake up to the ringing of my alarm clock. I groggily slam my palm down on it, silencing the ringing. Outside, a truck rolls by blasting a recording of the Duce's most recent speech on large custom built speakers. I reluctantly pull off my sheets and sit up in bed. I take in a deep breath, hold it, then let it out, trying to gather myself. I put on my slippers by the side of my bed and walked over to my bedroom window, swinging it open nice and wide. I take in a deep breath of the fresh morning air as the whole street slowly stirs to life.I check the calendar on my bedroom door. September 7th, 1936, one day after my 24th birthday. The party last night had been quite the affair, with all my friends and extended family present. I suspect most of them are still sleeping off the hangover. I take a seat at my vanity and briefly admire myself in the mirror.
Shoulder length, wavy, black hair. Pretty hazel eyes. I hum a patriotic song to myself as I style my hair and put on my makeup. I'm sure to put on extra blush and a nice red shade of lipstick. Since it's a Monday and my birthday was yesterday, I suspect I'll be getting quite a bit of attention at work. Not that I mind, as the women in my family pointed out at great length yesterday, I should really start trying to find a man to settle down with. Though it's not exactly like I haven't been trying. It's just a bit hard to find a handsome young Italian man who appreciates an educated woman with a job of her own these days.
Hair and makeup done, I slip my nightgown off over my head and toss it onto the bed. I admire my naked body in the mirror. My slender body has a bit of a curve around the hips. My b-cup breasts are a plump and perfect handful, topped off with pointy little peaks and light areolas the size of a small coin. A curly black bush lies between my legs, with a set of delicate virgin folds in between. I turn around, looking over my shoulder at the mirror. I give my tight little ass a nice wiggle. And I admire my slender, curving back. A shiver runs down my spine as I think back to the time Giacomo ran his hand up the cure of the small of my back. He was such a tease! Though I wasn't much better, the most I gave him was a kiss on the lips and a handjob. That was the most I ever gave any boy for that matter.
I started getting dressed as my head swirled with thoughts of romance. First I slipped a pair of black panties up around my waist (author's note: "panties during this time were basically modern panties with an attached skirt. Basically a bikini bottom skirt). Then I put on a matching black bra, pulling up my breasts to get a more comfortable fit and accentuate my cleavage. Then I put on a black garter-belt. I fell a bit bad for less slender girls who have to use bulky garters. I put a small towel over my head to keep my hair done and stop my makeup from smudging as I pull a slip over my head. It's light blue, form fitting, and goes down to just below my ankles. I straighten out any creases, then slip a blouse over my head. It's a slightly airy blouse, bark blue, with sleeves that end right before my elbows. I take the towel off my head and double check that my hair and makeup is fine. Then I slide my skirt up my legs and around my waist. It's a long, black skirt that is nice and tight round my waist. I tuck my blouse into it and zip it up at the side. I then tie a small belt round my waist, mainly for style. I hike up my skirt to my thighs and sit down on my bed. I take out a pair of silk stockings and slide them up my legs. I adjust them so the seem is at the back, then hook them up to my garter belt. Finally, I put on a pair of solid, black heels that are a nice medium hight. Not too short and modest, not too tall and flirty.
I check myself out in the mirror one final time, bushing down any wrinkles and smoothing out my clothes. I then put on a grey waistcoat, and button it up at the middle It's a perfect look! I take the waistcoat off and fold it up for later. Fully dressed, I exit my room into the shared kitchen/living room/dinning room. I see my roommate frantically dressing like usual. That girl cannot wake up on time for the life of her. Ignoring her, I prepare a breakfast of buttered toast. I finish up my breakfast, put on my waistcoat, grab my purse and am out the door in the time it takes her to finally get dressed.
Putting the chaos of the apartment behind me, I walk down the street. People greet me as I pass. An old lady opening her shop, a housewife tending to flowers, a new mother taking her child for a walk, a young boy on a bike delivering papers, a middle aged man desperately trying to get his old car to start. As I get further into the center of the city, the faces become more plentiful and less familiar. The city streets buzz with life as everyone goes about their day. I even pass by a group of young Blackshirts, all decked out in their uniforms. And it seems I catch they eye as I get a few appreciative whistles. Of course, I play hard to get and pay them no mind. Men like that are only interested in an easy chase.
Finally, I arrive at work. A large, marble and stone building, the police station. I say hello to everyone as I walk over the the reception desk and take my seat. The day goes on as normal, I do general secretarial work, people pop by and congratulate me on my birthday, this all goes on as normal until 4:00pm. The sun is low in the sky as I start wrapping up my work fro the day, when Anna, one of the other secretarial workers, comes over to me.
"Maria," she says, "can you come help me with something."
"Sure." I respond.
As soon as I start following her, something feels wrong. She looks timid and almost cared. She leads me downstairs into the basement where the cells are. At a certain point, she stops and tells me to keep walking to the end of the hall. Confused, I follow her instructions. When I reach the end of the hall. I see two police standing outside a cell. I gasp in shock! Inside the cell is none other than my own brother!
"Maria," says one of the cops, "do you understand why we called you down here?"
My mind is racing with all sorts of thoughts.
"Who... What... Why?" I stutter out.
"Listen Maria," says the other cop, "we picked this guy up during a raid on a gay-bar. He sys he's your brother, is that true?"
"Yes! He is! This must be some kind of mistake!" I exclaim.
My brother can't even bring himself to look at me. The cops glance at each-other.
"Look," one of them says, "normally, we would love to let some minor things slide, everyone messes up after all. But this is a serious crime."
"What do you mean?" I ask, feigning innocence.
I know exactly what these men want.
"If you could provide us with something to help grease the wheels a bit, we might be willing to turn a blind eye."
"You want money? How much?"
"10,000 Lira."
"10,000! I don't have that kind of money!"
The men smile at each-other.
"well," they say, "their are... other ways you can pay."
One of the men steps forward and reaches his hand up to my breast. I feel him grope me through my clothes, and inhale sharply. I feel sick, my mind is screaming at me to run. But I refuse to do nothing and leave my brother to a terrible fate! I nod at the men. The other man comes over and pushes down on my shoulder till I'm on my knees. I watch as the two men unzip their pants and whip out their semi-hard cocks. They put them in from of my face, even slapping my checks with them. I raise both my hands and start giving them both hand jobs. Slowly I peel back their foreskins and use my thumbs to massage the tips of their cocks. I fell them pulse and grow in my hand as they turn rock hard. I look up into their eyes, its clear they'll need more than a simple handjob.
I lean forward and plant a kiss of the head of each cock, leaving a bright red lipstick smudge. I kiss back and forth between the two, and once their nice and hard I start sucking them. Sliding their hard cocks into my mouth like I've never done before, licking them all over with my tongue. It's such a strange, salty taste. I actually kind of like it. I move between each cock, leaving them slimy and wet with my spit. Then one of the men pushes me, making me fall onto my side. One of them kneels by my face, while the other kneels by my feet.
"Wait, please, no! Not this! I'll do anything else!" I plead.
But it's pointless. The man in front of me grabs the back of my head and shoved his cock in my mouth. The other man positions me doggy-style and starts lifting up my skirt. My face blushes bright red as I feel his hand roam up and down my legs, squeezing my thighs, pulling my panties down to my knees, and exposing my pussy. He runs a finger along my labia, and I'm ashamed to admit I'm quite aroused. He slides his hard cock deep inside my formerly virgin cunt, only stopping once he feels my hymen. He grins like a devil as he thrusts bast it, tearing my hymen, making me gasp on the other man's cock. Tearfully, I start sucking the cock in my mouth and thrusting back on the cock inside me, trying to get the whole thing over with as quickly as possible.
The men's hands roam my body. Groping my breasts, rubbing my clit, feeling my ass. I feel so utterly humiliated, like a used up whore. I'd been saving myself for marriage, but what man would want me after this. I can see my brother looking at me with horrified eyes. I feel both men start to tense up. I panic as I realize one of them is about to cum in my pussy. Abortions and birth control are outlawed, if he gets me pregnant I'll be forced to keep it! I try and pull off him, but it's no use. They both cum, one flooding my mouth with seed, the other flooding my pussy. I swallow shot after shot of hot sticky cum, trying desperately not to choke on it. I feel the same sensation in my groin as his cum overflows my cunt, dripping down my lips to the floor below. Both men soften inside me and pull away. The stand and zip themselves up as I tremble and gasp for air. They unlock my brother's cell and leave.
Slowly, I clean myself up. I pull my panties back up, straighten out my clothes and hair. My brother can't even bring himself to look me in the face.
"Faggot." I angrily whisper under my breath, immediately regretting it.
"I'm sorry." is all he can whisper in responce.
We leave the police station together, completely wordless. We walk with locked arms, as I have trouble walking straight after the railing I just received. We make it back to my apartment. I immediately go to the bathroom and let the cum in my pussy drip into the toilet. Then I take a wet cloth and do the best I can to wash my pussy clean. When I finally exit the bathroom, I break down crying in my brother's arms. We agree to never speak of any of this ever again.