Hannah’s Tale…

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Hannah’s Tale…It was a pretty typical Tuesday, overcast, windy, the moisture on the wind hinting at the rain that would eventually come.Hannah was sat at her desk, looking out the window at nothing much. At 23 and working at a local Council Housing Office she didn’t have many like minds or similarly aged people to talk to. Just older, sensible, conscientious, housing officers and admin support staff. Lame.The job was mostly okay though, she spent most of the time talking to people on the phone. A relatively simple job dealing with a lot of people who were often clueless about their own health and resistant to helping themselves. So not, in fact, that simple. People were often worried and resistant or enthusiastic because they liked the attention but ultimately didn’t really want to change anything. There were a few who really did want the support to change and welcomed the support.While she was making referrals of her service users she was also keeping up to date on new supportive healthcare services and their status. She was constantly desk and office bound and wanting a little more to do. Her manager was constantly telling her that she wasn’t experienced enough to carry out service user visits but she was determined to learn and progress.Amongst other calls was Marion. An older West Indian lady who was always jolly and looking on the bright side about things. She loved to receive Hannah’s calls and was always chatting away. She’d been recently diagnosed with diabetes and was struggling with her energy levels. Hannah hadn’t heard the typically jovial woman sounding so tired. She worked two jobs to support her nephew and despite the hardships in her life she just kept going as if nothing was wrong.Hannah had been trying to get Marion in to a support group which could in turn send service users on to clinical trials for new d**g therapies and she’d been unsuccessful. Marion was engaging with other services via Hannah’s support too. They just spoken and the support group was starting the next day. No luck unless someone dropped out.The day trudged on. Hannah made a round of tea for the older staff and herself. Upon her return a few of the staff looked sad. One of the tenants had died the night before. He was a bit of a character with a history of alcohol abuse but he was well liked. It became apparent in the next two hours that he’d left an empty spot in the diabetes support group.Hannah contacted the organisers and talked them in to taking Marion at short notice. They agreed. It was 2pm by the time Hannah gave up trying to call Marion, who was likely at one of her jobs and unable to talk. Standard practice was to write a letter but there was no way it would reach Marion in time to inform her if sent by post. Hannah said she would drop it in by hand to Marion’s home address and pass on all the info about the support group which started the next day. Hopefully Marion could work her shifts around this.Hannah didn’t have to drive more than a few streets to reach Marion’s block. It was a dreary building. Three sides had rectangular patches of tufty grass with a few spindly trees and on the fourth side was road access and a block of garages.She got out of her car and walked to the front door of the block, dialled the door number on the intercom panel and waited. The door buzzed open without challenge. “Marion?” said Hannah, to the intercom panel but all she heard was a second of static and then silence.As she walked down the hallway it smelled like old people. Musty and whilst it was well cleaned and maintained it felt worn. She could hear televisions through the thin walls. There were eight flats on this corridor and the mish mash of sounds meant that the residents were all home through the day.Reaching Marion’s door, she knocked and waited. Foorsteps, opening door and a tall thin young West Indian man looked surprised to see her… then he was curious and looked her up and down with curiosity.“Who are you then?” he asked.“Hi, I’m Hannah.” “I came to see your Aunt, is it?” “Is Marion your Aunt” “My name is Hannah, I work for the Council, I got your Aunt in to a diabetes support group and I can’t reach her by phone, the group starts tomorrow and I need to get her this information.” she said holding up the big brown envelope with all of Marion’s details for the support group in it.“Uh, yeah..” said the guy. “I’m Alex …you can come in and wait for a while if you like.”Hannah regarded him with curiosity. He was sorta fit. A bit skinny but stylishly dressed with a well manicured afro. “Will she be long?” “It’s really important.”Alex laughed. “Yeah, not long, you can wait in here.” He gestured in to the flat and stood aside. Hannah slid past him and he closed the door behind her then followed her down the short narrow hallway to the lounge. The smell of weed was overpowering and as she entered the lounge she saw two more guys in their early twenties lounging on the sofa and armchairs.“Oi oi, who’s this, Alex?” Said one of the lads wearing ill-fitting jeans and a hoodie.“This is a woman from the Council…” Alex began.“Are we in trouble?” said the other lad. He was a little awkward looking and a little nerdy and hid a spliff behind his back.“No,” said Hannah and repeated the story she’d told Alex. “Will she be long?”“I’ll ring her and check,” said Alex.The nerdy guy nervously presented the spliff to Hannah, saying, “You want some?”Hannah ignored him and Alex went into the kitchen through the archway from the lounge just as another lad passed him, on his way out, sat on the sofa with a cup of tea. He looked furtively at Hannah, took a sip of his tea, pulled out his phone and began to scroll, ignoring everyone.Hannah, wearing low heels, bakırköy escort knee length skirt, blouse and holding with both hands, in front of her hips, the brown envelope, stood in the middle of the lounge …waiting. She looked out of the window, more brooding clouds and waited while the lads looked at her, passed the joint around and answered text messages on their phones.Alex appeared. “I tried my Aunt but she didn’t answer, but it’s okay, it’s getting on for 4pm now and she usually has a break around now, hopefully she’ll check her phone.” He then received a text, read it, looked at Hannah then back at his mate with the cup of tea and said, “Really?”Hannah wasn’t sure if she was being made fun of. “Who are your mates?” she said to Alex as she looked at each in turn. Alex looked like the star of this bunch of weirdos. Not talent here at all.“I’m Logan,” interrupted the guy on the sofa, “That’s Robbie and Trevor.” Said Alex gesturing at the guy with the ill-fitting jeans and lastly, the nerd.“My name’s not Trevor!” said Trevor. “It’s Vincent.”“Yeah, but you look like a Trevor,” said Dave, and they all laughed.“Dicks…” muttered Vincent.Hannah, could detect cooking smells in the air as well as the weed and the bodily aroma of three young guys in the small lounge when Logan looked directly at Hannah and spoke in a thick Scouse accent, “I know you.”“Me?” said Hannah, a mix of surprise and curiosity.Logan’s eyes were intense. “Yeah, I know you.”“From where then?” said Hannah.“Do you remember a guy called Martin’s?” “You looked a bit hammered.” “You got shagged by that lad …do ya remember?”Hannah felt a little exposed. She wasn’t in party mode. She was at work and not in the headspace to deal with this, but she wasn’t going to lose her personal authority to this guy. Robbie and Vincent were watching. Robbie was smiling at Hannah’s reaction and Vincent wasn’t really sure whose side he was on.“Course I remember ….there’s a reason it wasn’t you.” Said Hannah and the other three lads laughed raucously at Logan.Logan didn’t back off though. I saw ya, we all did, she’s actually got a cracking little body under that lot, lads.” “Knickers round her ankles, top off, bra up and all the lads cheering on whoever that was she was shagging ….don’t worry if your memory is a bit fuzzy, I recorded it on me phone?” He sat on 22:37the edge of the sofa and regarded Hannah through slitted eyes. He didn’t say anything more though. He slid back on the sofa and opened his phone. Robbie and Vincent dashed across to Logan and sat either side of him on the sofa, assuming he was about to reveal the video he’d taken of Hannah getting fucked in front of a live studio audience.Logan acted like he was the man. “All right lads, calm down, gimme some elbow room.” Then with a disconcerting stare at Hannah, “Have you done much of this since?”“I have a boyfriend.” Said Hannah, with a calm she wasn’t feeling. She didn’t really care about that night. She’d like the guy she was with. She was in two minds about her behaviour that night though. She liked the guy. She didn’t feel slutty doing it with him because of that but she had done it to please him and a little because she had some attention on her and she felt untouchable with him. It had raised her status for sure and gotten her some unwanted attention but she was torn about how some people saw her. She’d never tell a soul that though.“Oh, boyfriend, is it?” continued Logan. “Does he know you do this kind of thing?”Alex showed the only semblance of manners. He was, at least, looking awkward about it and embarrassed for Hannah and embarrassed by the lads behaviour. He looked at Hannah and in an apologetic way said, “I think my Auntie will call soon, do you still want to wait or should I just pass on a message?”Hannah felt duty bound to pass on the information to Aunt Marion directly and had doubts that any of these idiots could manage a task that simple. “Does she work nearby?” asked Hannah, “I could drop the envelope to her there…”Alex looked a little relieved. “That’s a great idea but I don’t know the address or anything …can you wait until she calls?” He gave her a wide eyed apologetic gesture.Robbie and Vincent were now looking at Logan’s phone. Hanna could hear familiar sounds. Logan was playing the video of her having sex at Martin’s party.“Did you suck his cock, that night?” Logan said to Hannah.The atmosphere in the room tightened up. The other three lads appeared to have stopped breathing. Hannah, feigning confidence at this point said, “Yeah, course I did, he’s got a lovely cock …bigger than whatever funsize mars bar you got in your pants.” Hannah was out of her depth.Logan pressed on. “Now now, girly girl, be nice?” His Scouse accent made his words sound harsh and deliberate, threatening.Hannah felt the fun was gone from the situation now. “What?” “How do you expect me to feel?” “Just leave off.” She half turned, Alex was still there, his face twisted, showing awkwardness at how she was feeling. “He wasn’t fucking doing anything about it though, was he?” thought Hannah.Robbie and Vincent were staring intently at Hannah. Neither seemed to be thinking anything, Just waiting. Hannah had a storm of feelings inside her head. If this was down the pub it wouldn’t matter but she was duty bound to finish her job properly. A woman’s health depended on it.Logan continued his verbal assault. “So, your boyfriend doesn’t know you’re in the porn business and the Council you work for fire people for this sort of thing, don’t they?” “They do,” Logan said, answering his own question. “What do you think would happen if they both found out?”Hannah didn’t know how to answer. beşiktaş escort She cared about her job. She didn’t exactly fit in with the old people in the office but they respected her. She was organised, exacting and punctual. She was proud of how good she was at her job. She stood in silence for a second. It felt like wolves were circling her and there was nothing she could do. She wanted to tell them to just release it. Tell everyone. She wasn’t ashamed. There would be consequences though. Potentially very serious ones.Logan wasn’t stopping. “The video is at a terrible angle, isn’t it?” He was addressing the lads but really talking to Hannah. “You can still see that it’s her though, ay lads?”“Can we put it on the big telly?” asked Robbie with an uncool amount of enthusiasm.“Should be easy,” said Vincent. “Give us the phone and I’ll do the settings.“Please don’t put it on the telly.” Said Hannah, as calmly as she could.“We may yet.” Said a smug and smarmy Logan. He stood up, causing the other two lads to also get up from next to him. “Let’s stand over there lads.” As one, the three of them moved to walk past Hannah. They all brushed past her, almost knocking her over but their hands steadied her while copping a feel.Hannah’s skin crawled. She was not in control of this situation and she’d have to get through the small crowd of them to leave. The smell of the weed and cooking and lads was thick in her nostrils and she couldn’t think. She wasn’t going to show them she was feeling upset but she didn’t know what to do. “I’m going to wait outside, come and tell me when your Auntie calls please, Alex.”Alex nodded but before Hannah could move Logan was in her way with Robbie and Vincent in behind him. “I said, be nice.” “Don’t run off yet, there’s loads of time and the only other thing I was going to do was publish this nasty little movie of you on XHamster….” He leered at her, “I won’t have time if you’re here to keep us occupied with, stimulating conversation.” Logan gestured towards Hannah, “She looks tense lads, doesn’t she?” “Let’s help her relax…” All three approached and Hannah tensed even more. How would she feel if this was down the pub? She’d probably hate the lack of control. What would people think of her if they heard she was even mates with these losers. Still though, part of her loved the attention and the inevitability of what was about to happen. She was about to be used by these young men. She had no idea how far they’d go.They were on her now. Three of them crowded closely around her. Three paris of hands on her shoulders, sliding down to her breasts, her waist, her buttocks. Logan was directly in front and went in for a kiss. While Hannah recoiled she felt hands undoing her skirt zip and her waistline loosen. Logan tasted of tobacco and chaviness. Despite her distaste, Hannah was feeling aroused. Hands were deftly undoing the buttons on her blouse. She saw Alex from the corner of her eye and looked at him directly. He was watching her bra being revealed and moved closer. Blouse was now gone, skirt around angles and Alex was reaching out to cup her left breast. He stopped, and looked at Hannah for permission. Hannah looked resigned but didn’t give her approval. Alex proceeded to firmly fondle her breast. Logan was kissing her again and her bra was unclipped. Robbie started kissing Hannah’s neck. Vincent was stood at the side, not really knowing how to involve himself. Logan found something else to do and suddenly Hannah was kissing Alex. She was a little more comfortable with this and a little tension went from her until suddenly her panties were whipped down. Hands were on her buttocks and breasts. Lips were on her mouth neck and shoulders. She glanced down, despite Alex’s kisses, and saw Logan on his knees in front of her. He reached down and moved her right foot to the side, ran his right hand up her inner thigh. She knew she was wet. She was wet and hating herself, loving the attention, feeling disgust and revelation at the juxtaposition of control and out of control.Logan began to work his fingers in to her pussy. Alex was kissing her passionately and playing with her left tit. Robbie was kneeding her right butt cheek. “Seriously,” Hannah thought, “Does this guy know anything about how to treat women?” Logan was showing her how wet her pussy was because she could hear little squelches as he worked his fingers in and out of her. Vincent still hadn’t done much but Robbie had gotten his cock out and was rubbing it lamely against Hannah’s left buttock. When she noticed she gave a completely voluntary, “Eugh.” The lads stopped and laughed and then something weird happened. They defended their mate..“What’s the matter with that?” chided Logan. “Pretty girl makes the cocks hard.” He continued, “Why would you feel disappointed with a little tribute like that?” He stood back and very deliberately got a decent sized semi out of his zipper. “See?” he said quietly, “It’s almost worked.” He stepped back in, took Alex’s place kissing her and forcefully guided her seemingly reluctant hand to his cock.Hannah felt like her blood was flowing twenty times faster than normal. She was disgusted by her complicity and yet so hot that she wanted cock. Just one though. She couldn’t consider more than that or she’d not know what to think of herself.Hannah knew what to do. She could feel Logan’s cock growing in her hand. It was hot. “Hot sausage.” She kept thinking. She could still feel Rob’s hard on pushing in to her left butt cheek. Her body was stiffening. Moments later her left hand had another cock in it. Alex’s. He didn’t disappoint. She could feel thick veins in his beylikdüzü escort hardening cock. She was trying to wank them both when she heard…“Vince mate, what you doing?” The other three lads stopped and looked at Vincent. He was standing upright like a broom handle. One hand in pocket and the other forearm across his body, hand gripping his other arm very tightly. His face was flushed and he didn’t know what to do. The lads laughed at him. “Come on mate,” said Robbie, “Get your cock out.” 22:37The lads started cajoling him and he was desperately embarrassed. Even Hannah wanted to join in but couldn’t. He was such a sad sack that she wanted to mock him too. Eventually he complied though it was like drawing teeth. The poor guy was so fucking awkward.He loosened and then pulled down his pants. The room went eerily quiet. With awe apparent in his voice, Alex said, “Maaaaate, you’ve been keeping that a secret.” And nodded approvingly. Hannah turned and looked down. Under Vincents spotty nerdy face was a long thick lump of meat that looked more like a flaccid forearm. Vincent couldn’t face the lads and was, well, naval gazing, sort of.Hannah had stopped wanking both cocks and Robbie had lost his concentration…Logan leaned in to Hannah’s right ear, and said, “On your knees then luv, we know how this ends.” The momentary fascination was followed by a statement of intent and the mood shifted. The lads were now focused on one thing only, shooting their loads.Hannah was having a little crisis in the back of her mind. Disgust was battling a small burgeoning need. It was like it was happening to someone else. As she sank to her knees, on to the unhoovered carpet, it was like she’d taken a step outside herself. Like it was happening on TV and her opinion of the actress was mixed. There was what she really thought, the wanton need to abandon principles and the other side which was terrified that she’d be discovered and never accepted by people ever again.The mood was becoming more laddish by the second. “Go on then, you know where to start, let’s see how embarrassed Vince gets and how much of that monster you can get in your mouth.” Logan was back in control.Vincent still had his head down. Hannah rotated her torso to face him, let go of Logan’s cock, grabbed Alex’s with her right and Robbie’s with her left. “Who’s a good girl?” said Logan in low encouraging tones. Hannah was finding a rhythm with her mouth, though the size of Vince’s cock was troubling. The lads were looking around with looks of disbelief and congratulating each other. Logan was wanking his cock and standing over her back.“Hey hey luv, make room for a small one.” He was k**ding but she changed cocks and Robbie was sitting this one out. He knelt down behind Hannah and started playing with her pussy.“She’s so wet lads, I mean really soaking.”Hannah was moaning on Robbies fingers and increasing her speed and enthusiasm. For a few intense minutes she kept going, trying to laugh along with the lads to fit in, when they laughed but it had to end sometime. Vincent was the least experienced and he was overstimulated from the very beginning. Once hard he was a real monster. He set the tone for the group. As he escalated towards cumming the other lads did too. He didn’t have the confidence to tell the lads and Hannah he was about to shoot. Hannah was sucking him at the time and recoiled at the cum hitting the back of her throat. Everyone including Hannah was laughing as he finished off. Robbie was next, then Alex then Logan. Hannah didn’t want to be seen to want the cum in her mouth but made it look like her grudging duty to do it.She hadn’t cum. Her pussy was almost pulsating on it’s own and suddenly the lads had stopped, she had semen all over her tits and she was kneeling on the floor felling incredibly alone. Before anyone could say anything Alex’s phone rang. He answered it, there was a brief exchange and Hannah heard Alex passing on all the info and asking what Aunt Marion’s work address was. Turns out it was walking distance and Alex made arrangements for Hannah to go straight over to drop her package.Hannah walked in to the bathroom. It was musty and damp. She could hear people’s TVs through the thin walls. All these people in. All Council tenants and all within metres of a Council employee blow banging a bunch of smelly students. She was ashamed and feeling utterly lost but there was some part deep inside of her feeling satisfied …and hungry.She walked out of the bathroom and Alex greeted her in the lounge with a scrap of paper and Aunt Marion’s work address on it. She thanked him. “Logan, you can delete that video from your phone now, you got what you wanted.”Logan tried to look hurt and innocent. “I never told you I’d delete it, I said that if you stayed for polite conversation, that I wouldn’t post in on XHamster tonight.”The room went quiet again. Robbie wanted to laugh and the other two just waited.“Please delete that video, Logan.”“Well there’s something you can do to buy it back…” He looked at the other lads, “We all free Friday night?” There was a little mumbling between the lads but the consensus was that they were all free. “So then,” said Logan returning his attention to Hannah, here on…”Alex interrupted. “Not here on Friday, Aunt Marion is in.”There was a brief conference and the Logan said, “Out the back, there’s a block of garages, come to No42 at 8:50. The door will be open. Go in, you’ll find an old weights bench. Take off your jacket, and sit down and wait.” “We’ll be there at 9pm exactly.” “You’ll also find a hood in there …put it on your head while you wait.” “When we get there you’ll address each of us as Mr. Smith.”There was some murmuring between the lads as they all approved.“So, Dirty Hannah, if you’re a good girl and do what you’re told, I’ll remove the nasty video from my phone.”Hannah left and got in her car. There was nobody about and she put her hands inside the waist band of her skirt and quickly wanked herself off before driving to meet Aunt Marion.

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