>> Zara the Ghost Hunter <<

Zara had been surprised which was not something she was used to. In her role as a ghost hunter she'd been investigating a supposedly haunted theatre, prior to it's demolition but hadn't realised that the empty, echoing derelict building that she'd visited during the day would be occupied by several dozen homeless black men when she returned that night to place her equipment.

She'd walked into the building after dark, arms full of equipment, only to be grabbed by many hands and forced to her hands and knees on the collapsed remnants of cardboard boxes in the centre of the darkened theatre. She could hear their breathing, harsh and excited and smell the sweaty musk of unwashed bodies, mixed with the odour of stale alcohol and tobacco.

Several figures loomed out of the darkness, their faces indistinguishable, as hands tore at her clothing, ripping her jumper open and exposing her pert, bouncy tits with their stiff nipples. She felt the back of a knife, the steel cold against her skin, as someone sliced down the sides of her trousers and panties, dragging their shredded remains off her and tossing them into the darkness. She was nervous, but not overly so, and as her eyes started to adjust to the darkness she saw a moving mass of dark figures milling around her.

Hands reached out to pinch and twist at her nipples, to pull her meaty cunt lips apart, stroke and pinch her clit and tug at her thick, silky bush of pussy hair. Fingers, thick and rough, found their way between her large, free-hanging labia to probe and finger her wet twat, while others pushed past the tight rosebud of her anus, cruelly stretching her arse.

She felt a cock brush against her lips, the foreskin pulled back, and then fingers pushed their way between her teeth, forcing her mouth open for the monster cock to push its way into the back of her throat and she gagged at the smell and taste of stale smegma. The owner of the cock pushed it further into her mouth and down the back of her throat, completely filling it and cutting of Zara's air supply. She raised one hand, feeling the tip of his cock at the hollow at the base of her throat and she reckoned that it must be at least twelve inches long. Luckily, Zara had a fairly low gag reflex and could hold her breath for quite a while but even she was starting to see stars when the thick cock in her throat was withdrawn. She instictively sucked in a large, gasping lungful of air just before the giant cock slammed back down her throat. The owner of the cock throat-fucked her mercilessly, keeping his massive prick down her throat until she was almost passing out then pulling back just enough for her to suck in wracking lungfuls of oxygen.

She felt large, rough hands on her arse cheeks, spreading them apart and then the tip of another cock nudged against her most intimate place. It began to push forward, stretching the tight ring of muscle and making Zara feel as though her arse was being split in two. Suddenly, the big domed head forced its way past the sphincter and slid all the way into her rectum and Zara grunted loudly, unable to scream because of the cock in her throat. Her arse felt fuller than it had ever done and she realised that the cock in her arse was at least a large as the one in her mouth. She could feel its owner, hands on her waist, crouched over her as he started to hammer his stiff prick deep in her arse.

The mixture of pleasure, pain and humiliation was starting to excite Zara's body and her cunt, already wet from the rough handling she had received, began to stream, creamy-white pussy juice dripping in long strands from her abused clit and thick, meaty labia.

Other hands roamed over every inch of her body, pinching hard at her nipples and clit as another cock insistently pushed its way deep into her big meaty cunt between large hanging labia like slices of roast beef. It began to slam backwards and forwards, the head mashing hard into her cervix with each thrust. She became even wetter and her cunt began to drip like a leaky tap, lubricating the cock violating her pussy. She could feel the cocks in her arse and cunt rubbing together through the thin barrier of skin between her two holes and suddenly she began to convulse as her orgasm crashed over her like a wave.

Her cunt and arse clamped down, pushing the men over the edge, forcing them to pump their thick, hot spunk deep into her as the guy fucking her mouth pushed his cock down her throat and unloaded his balls, filling her mouth with salty cum that she struggled to swallow. Most of it slid down her throat but some trickled over her lips and down her chin.

The three cocks were withdrawn roughly, only to be replaced by three more, who abused her body as much as the first three. Three more followed them, three more when they were spent, and three more after them. Zara lost count of the orgasms she had, her arse and cunt gaping wide open, filled to overflowing with pints of jizz hat trickled down her thighs to pool beneath her like cottage cheese. Her stomach was full of thick, salty cum, swallowed because she'd had no other option and her face was smeared with their leavings as they'd wiped their slimy cock ends on her face after they'd filled her throat.

The men dispersed as dawn approached, melting back into the shadows and Zara lay there, sticky and sore, catching her breath before tugging her backpack towards her. She opened her bag, pulling a clean pair of panties and a skirt from it, removed a packet of wet-wipes from a side pocket and cleaned herself up before dressing. Her cunt was still very wet and sore as she collected her s**ttered equipment and she left the building, almost running into one of the demolition company's security staff who'd let her in lthe previous evening.

"I didn't manage to get all my readings completed last night because of the homeless guys." she said

The security guard looked bemused and told her that since they'd started on the demolition work, the company had gone to great lengths to ensure that interlopers didn't get inside.

"It's a shame that it's being torn down though." he mused, "This place has a lot of history. Did you know that, long before it became a theatre, it was a warehouse where they held slaves before they were auctioned?"

"Really?" Zara replied "When are they going to finish tearing it down?"

"There's been a hold up with the paperwork, so a week from Friday" he told her.

Zara smiled to herself. She had plenty of time to go to the library, do some research and come back. This place was going to require some intensive investigation and this time she'd be prepared. It was probably going to take at least a week for her to get to the bottom of this - a week of absolute bliss if last night was anything to go by.

"I'll be back tonight." she laughed.