by Vicente, S R
Mike poured in a double measure of the club’s premium vodka before piling ice into it. He was past retirement and his hands shook as he put the glass down on the marble bar in front of her. She was feeling very drunk as she picked it up.
Mark looked down at her, an uninterrupted view of her huge cleavage, squeezed into her tiny halter neck dress. “I do rather like your tits,” he said, clearly not caring who heard. His hand rubbed the small of her back and she giggled.
“I think they like you too!” she said, looking down at them before taking another large swig of her drink, much more comfortable with him. He liked woman who drank.
“Another” he said, nodding at Mike, who knew what to do. Mark moved her hair to the side and kissed the back of her neck. She didn’t stop him. He could smell Versace and liked her choice. He untied the halter neck, pulling the top down and letting her firm breasts out. For a moment she didn’t understand what he had done, her head too light and her belly too excited.
He could see her face reflected in the mirrors behind the barman. Her eyes were closed and he could see Simon’s reflection in it, watching. He bent down and lifted a breast into his mouth, sucking on the hard nipple. She moaned and he took her other nipple, twisting it hard between his thumb and index. She cried out in a mixture of pain and shock. He did it again, pulling harder.
Mike slung his tea towel over his shoulder and leaned back on the bar, crossing his arms and tucking his hands under his armpits. In this job, some nights were better than other. Tonight was going to be a good one. She yelped. Mark shoved two fingers into her mouth. She pushed his hand away but he continued, ignoring her. “Don’t,” she said but his probing fingers muffled it.
She used her other arm to wrap around her chest but Mark grabbed her wrist and pushed her hand towards his crotch. “Can you feel that?” he asked. She could. She nodded.
“Are you going to play nicely now?” he asked pushing her hand down his trousers. She nodded again. He looked at her tits, admiring them for a moment. Nice, round and firm, just how they liked them.
His felt his dick stiffen as her long fingernails gently rubbed up and down his shaft. For a moment, he actually wanted to flip her over and shove his cock up her ting but... He wanted to bend her over and slap that pretty tight ass of her before he made her cry out like a whore on a seventies porno film. That’s how he wanted to take her, with everyone watching him do it to her. While everyone admired what he could pick up, just like that. More importantly, look at what he could get them to do. Willingly. He pulled his fingers out her mouth and unbuckled his belt, pulling it out. Pushing her hand further down, he slid the belt round her neck and tugged, her hair trapped underneath it. She moaned.
“Get up,” he said and she did. He pulled her dress down, letting it fall to the floor in a tiny heap. She was wearing black pull up stockings. Putting his hands on her waist he spun her round, wanting to see her ass. The two solitary drinkers at the bar were watching her closely, ogling her breasts.
Opening her eyes for the first time, she noticed the other men’s attention focused on her naked chest and hesitated for the first time. She used her hands to cup her breasts again trying to hide from their uncomfortable gaze.
Mark pulled her head up and kissed her. She managed to resist his urgent kissing for about two seconds before succumbing to him. He pulled her hands off her breasts and replaced them with his own, squeezing and tugging at her nipples. He pulled a nipple and slapped her breasts, which led to her crying out in shock. One of the men wearing a grey dinner suit put his hand on her ass, rubbing her bare skin in a circular motion. Mark moved his hands down, stroking her tiny waist and moving down onto her thighs. She moaned as he carried on thrusting his tong deep into her mouth, leaving her no choice but to kiss him back. He could see the man who had his hand on her ass and stopped. “Do you like?” he asked.
“I like a lot of things,” the grey suited man said, tiny spectacles dangling at the tip of his nose. “How much?”
Mark was still pulling a nipple hard as she stared up at him, his dark eyes twinkling. “Ten,” Mark said.
“Done”, the grey suited man replied. “Solo?” the other man who was stood with the grey suited man asked. He wore a fat gold wedding ring with a belly that hung over his belt like a spare pillow. Mark slapped her tit again and she flinched back.
“We can share can’t we?” Mark replied. He grabbed a handful of her hair and spun her round to face the two men. “You don’t mind do you?” he said quietly in her ear. She was breathing heavily. The grey suited man looked her up and down and nodded approval.
He pushed her towards the grey suit and he embraced her naked body like a lover would. Stroking her hair he kissed her neck. She could feel Mark standing right behind her, his breath on her neck. The man smelled of cigarettes and women’s perfume. He only stood an inch taller than her but she was wearing six-inch heels.
Grey suit put his hand round the back of her head and gently pushed her forward over an empty barstool. She bent over it, her breasts squashed against the seat. He rubbed her arse again, in slow erotic, circular motions. The wedding ring man stood in front of her and pulled his trouser down, letting his dick fall out from underneath his belly. He stroked it several times before using a handful of her hair to pull her head up and insert it inside her mouth. Amy took it. She hadn’t seen his face yet and from what she could see, she didn’t want to. His cock would be enough. Behind her, the grey suit stopped rubbing. She thought she could hear him taking off a belt but the sound of cock going in and out of her mouth muffled sounds. The grey suit holding his belt stepped back and used it to smack her bum. She yelped in surprise although she suspected it would be coming, the sting being both pleasant and painful. She could see a few more men, all of them in smart suits, standing around her, looking at her. Admiring her.
Mark was smiling at the attention too although she couldn’t see that. Even Simon had joined them, slinking out from his usual dark corner. “Owwh,” she yelled every time the grey suit whacked her, slightly harder each time. The wedding ring man was pushing himself deeper into her mouth and she was gagging.
“How much?” Simon asked. The grey suit laughed as he whacked her again and again.
“I’ve already paid,” he said, “You can have her when I’m finished the bitch.”
Mike placed a dozen brandy glasses across the bar and topped them all up with a good Spanish brandy. He picked up a glass and raising it in the air said, “To Mark,” before he necking the shot back. ”Who always know how to look after his friends right!” he added. Simon picked up one of the glasses and slowly sipped on it, watching grey suit slap the girl’s red arse.
“You fucking her or what?” Simon asked him. He could feel his cock hardening.
Mark looked over at him and winked. “I wouldn’t worry!” he said.
”Fuck,” she screamed, spitting out the wedding ring man’s dick from her mouth as the grey suit whacked her arse again. She pushed herself back up. Grey dropped the belt and wrapped his hands round her waist, bending her back over the chair. Her red arse quivered underneath him and using one hand, he pushed his boxers down and gripped his shaft. It was ready for fucking. He slid it between her wet slit, seeking her warm hole. When his cock felt it give slightly, he pushed his hips forwards and shoved himself up her. She yelped again and the wedding ring man replaced his dick back in her mouth. Another man kneeled down in front of her, holding her hair away from her face as cock pumped her mouth. They wanted to see it.
“You like dick?” he asked her in a cockney accent.
She nodded and moaned. The cock in her cunt was burning inside and her arse was stinging. She loved this, all these men round her. Using her as they pleased.
Grey suit grunted and in one final push, spent his load quickly up her as he gripped onto her hips, forcing her down. Mark laughed at him as though he had known it wouldn’t take him more than a minute to cum.
Simon picked up another brandy and wai
ting patiently. He could pay more than all of these dirty bustards put together but he wouldn’t. He’d be fair and wait in line.
The wedding ring man appeared to be far from cumming. If anything, as Mark noticed, his cock was going a little floppy with all the attention. About ten man stood round them now, most of them just ogling the public fucking of the travel agent whore while others stood there, hands down their trousers, like a bunch of teenagers not long hit puberty.
Grey suit stepped back and put his member away, smoothing down his hair. He was out of breath and upon noticing the small crowd turned bright red. Amy’s red arse could be seen again. Another man gripped a handful of her butt and squeezed. Another pushed his hand underneath her chest and pulled one of her tits out. The wedding ring man was still trying but he was floppy as he paid more attention to the spectators than the girl. He stepped back and let his shirt cover himself. He went back to the bar and helped himself to one of the remaining glasses, wishing he were somewhere else. He didn’t like being observed.
“Please,” she said as she used her arms to push herself up with a man’s hand holding onto one of her breasts and another on her arse.
“Please what?” Simon asked stepping forward. He could see white drops of semen between her legs. She looked up at his face.
“Please will you do me? Finish me?” she asked. He cupped her cunt. It was hot, swollen and wet. She moaned in delight at the sensation.
He grabbed the end of the belt round her neck and pulled her with him. In nothing but heels and stockings, she followed him over to the other side of the room.
A large snooker table with bright overhead lights was empty. He pushed her back onto it. She sat on the edge, her bare breasts against his white cotton shirt. She could smell him, a musky manly smell that she found thrilling; this man who she’d never seen, about to be fucked by him.
He pushed her back and she shifted her arse. He put his hand in between her breasts and forced her down onto her back. She went down, eyes closed and moaning, hoping he had a big cock. He pulled her legs up and separated her knees wide apart, opening her up to be viewed by the group of interested men who had followed them over. He prised her clit lips apart and she felt urgency in her hips as she lifted them up, wanting him inside her. She had forgotten about Mark completely.
A finger went inside, exploring her roughly. She whined, wanting it deeper, wanting it bigger. She felt a hand grab a boob and massage it, her nipples hardening in response.
“Please,” she said again. The finger went and all she could see where the bright lights over her head as she lay on the table, her cunt on the edge and men surrounding her, watching her, fondling her.
A moment later, something cold slid inside her. Cold, fat and wooden, she lifted her head up but couldn’t see anything, blinded by the light. The thing inside her went deeper. A man came up from the other side of the table and stuck his tong inside her mouth. The cold thing rotated and slowly crept deeper.
“Fucking whore,” she heard the cockney man shout out from somewhere between her leg. She wanted to see what they were doing to her, what was up her pussy but she was pinned down by a man kissing her and another two pulling hard at her tits. The cold thing slid out before being shoved back in. Whatever it was, it was fucking her. She felt a finger rub the front of her clit and she melted into it, whatever they were doing she didn’t care; she just wanted more of it. Some one bit her nipple and the pain made her wet and raw.
Simon pushed the snooker cue up her cunt as he used his middle finger to flick her clit back and forth. She was slippery and wet and she was holding her legs wide apart like she wanted more. Judging her loud moans, he could tell she was excited. Simon forced the cue deeper inside her, pumping her up and down like a piston engine. He wanted to shove his dick up there to, making her squeal. She had a whore’s cunt and whore’s tits. Mark had done well this time, even if he was about to get sloppy seconds. Simon pulled the cue out and heard Amy gasp out, even with a man virtually stuck down her throat. He dropped it and took his cock into his hand before sliding it up her tight whore’s cunt. Holding onto her waist and with her legs high up in the air, he pushed himself up her used cunt. He could smell the other man on her, all of them using her, all of them recognising her for what she was.
A man was flicking her nipple with a tong as he squeezed her tit. Simon imagined leaking nipples. He loved fat titties full of milk. It made his cock harder. This cunt’s titties would do just fine for the job, he thought as he pumped his cock up her. She was moaning louder now, pushing herself against him. Although he couldn’t see her face, he could feel her tense muscles, her urgent need for him to fuck her whore’s cunt. The kissing man stopped and sucked a tit instead. Simon could see her face now, lit under the bright halogen lights of the table. Her eyes were closed and she was squirming, pushing herself down on to him; lifting herself more into him.
“You like my cock?” he asked. Amy opened her eyes but the light still blinded her. He couldn’t believe how blue they were. She looked in his direction and nodded before letting her head flop back and letting out a deep guttural moan.
“Course you do.” he said looking at her, “That’s because you’ve got a whore’s cunt and a whore’s arse. I bet you have to be screwed every day or play with a fucking huge dildo right?” She nodded.
“Fuck the bitch,” someone shouted. Mike had come from behind the bar to watch the show, not wanting to miss out. Simon pushed himself deeper inside her, liking the fact they were watching him fuck this gorgeous little thing’s tight pussy. “Tell me what you are?” Simon asked.
“A whore! A whore who needs cock!” she replied. “Please,” she said again, this time sounding more desperate than earlier, “please fuck me?”
That was it for him; he had enough. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her down onto her feet. Spinning Amy round he shoved her down, bending her over the table. He forced her leg up, and it on the table. With one leg on the table and one on the ground, she was wide open and exposed.
Holding onto her tits, he pushed himself up her, much deeper than before. She let out a little cry but took it all, pushing herself right back down onto him. He saw a flash and realised that someone had taken a photo of her cunt being fucked. It would have been a great angle he thought. He made a mental note to get a copy later. She yelped and he grabbed the end of the belt that was still strung round her neck and used it to pull her back onto him. “Tell me what you are?” he shouted. She panted as he shoved her up and down on his cock. “Tell me!” he said, pulling the belt back hard. She tried to put her fingers up between her neck. “What are you?”
“A whore,” she yelled back at him. Amy closed her eyes and pulled an expression of ecstasy. His cock was burning from the friction of her tight pussy as he pushed her back down.
“And what do whore’s need?” he asked.
“Cock,” she cried out. He felt himself grow unbearably hard as he held onto her tits, squeezing her erect nipples, pumping it for milk. He let himself go and pulled back on the belt hard, forcing her to stay down on him as he ejaculated deep inside her. She was sweating and red faced when he pushed her off him. Her tits were red raw and her arse had strap marks all over it. “Who’s next?” he asked, holding the end of the belt out. The cockney took it and bent her back over the table, pushing her legs apart before he slapping her cunt with his hand. She cried out.
* * * * *
Simon saw Mark standing at the bar and walked across. “Good?” Mark asked as Simon took a napkin from the bar, wiping cum from his hands.
“Good isn’t a strong enough word,” Simon replied with a sly smile. ”She’s fucking awesome, where do you find them Mark?” He asked.
Mark shrugged. ”I’m not sure really,” he said taking a swig from the brandy glass. Mike was still with the group of at least a dozen men now, all round the snooker table. Amy couldn’t be seen but they could hear her.
“Maybe being gay helps,” Mark said. Simon nearly spa
t out the mouthful of brandy he had just sipped.
“Well that sure as hell explains a lot? A gay pimp! Beats product testing right?”
Mark burst into laughter, the sound of Amy moaning loudly as she came in the background.