Her fingers had been pressed over her clit but they searched further and she mashed the guy's cum into her labia, and then she forced her middle finger in and started fucking herself with it.
Old Dieter had been distracted by that. He was standing up again and feeling his cock through his trousers and watching her finger slide in and out. Derek kept feeling her tits while her body writhed and her hips rolled and forced her finger in deeper. There was cum everywhere. It was matted in her tiny patch of hair and it was dripping from her other fingers and glued between them.
She lifted upon an elbow and looked down at herself. Then everyone watched while she collected the remaining globs of semen. She cleaned some off her thigh and then spread it between her fingers before inserting them into her pussy. And then she withdrew her fingers and wiped another heavy glob from her mound and guided it over her clit and up inside of herself.
She then peered up at the men directly in front and blushed a little. “Feels nice,” she uttered.
Derek opened his lips over her nipple again and sucked it softly. Her hand closed over her other tit and her fingers pressed against her clit were suddenly vibrating again. Her eyes were shut tight and she dug her spiked heels into the table and rolled her hips up off it. She braced there like that and started mashing her fingers into her cum soaked pussy. She was beginning to lose control and Derek held her little nipple with his tongue and lips and waited. Her body then tensed. Her fingers were clamped hard against her clit and he felt the first tremor pulse through her. Her free hand was then in his hair and she gripped his head and her body pulsed again so he felt down over her belly and closed his hand over hers. She then convulsed again and her hand slipped from beneath his but she held onto his wrist and ground her wet open gash against his hand. And he slipped two fingers into her and held firmly up her while he kept softly sucking her nipple, and after a few moments her contractions began to fade.
The tow-truck guy was dressed and drinking beer. The barman was fully erect and standing there naked from the waist down. Two of the guys lined up next to him were working their cocks and the short fat guy had his out through his trousers. Old Dieter was still staring at Nicole's tits. Her chest was expanding and contracting and her tits were beautiful. The other old guy, Gunter, looked like he'd be the first to fuck her but Derek already decided that he would be!
Her body had relaxed and he lifted her and turned her toward him. "Do you want this?" he said to her as he freed his cock, but she didn't answer. He then levered it down and pressed the head into her opening, sliding it in a little and then withdrawing and rubbing the head up through her dripping wet slit and over her clit. She flinched when he touched her clit with it though. She was obviously still sensitive. So he forced the head back in and then speared his cock all the way up her.
She squirmed against him. She was so hot and wet and he used his hips to pump her a few times then he stopped and held firmly up inside of her again.
Her eyes were wide and she reached back and gripped the end of the table. She'd arched her body up off the table top and she was split over Derek’s cock and still squirming. He pumped her again. He held her hips and fucked her hard and fast and then he suddenly stopped but she kept rolling her hips and mashing her pussy against him. So he went at her again, pumping her hard and fast and watching her tits bounce wildly upon her chest until he felt her inner walls clamp around him and he stopped and held firmly up inside of her. Her entire body convulsed around his cock. Her legs were splayed completely and her juices were dripping from his balls and he held her while her pussy throbbed and massaged his cock, and then a massive load of sperm erupted up his shaft and flooded into her. There were three or four heavy spurts and then the contractions of her pussy took over and milked the rest of his seed out of him.
Derek collapsed on top of her. Her chest was heaving and her tits were wet with sweat. That sweet scent he'd noticed earlier was oozing from her body.
He felt her tit softly and tenderly kissed her lips. She responded. Her lips parted and he tasted them again as he smoothed her pretty hair from her face. He was still up her but his cock was softening and he could feel their combined juices seeping from around it. He met her lips one more time and then lifted from her.
Old Gunter was waiting his turn. He had his trousers off and he was holding a huge erecting in his fist. The head was swollen and purple and a dribble of pre-cum was seeping from it. He lifted Nicole's legs aside and got between them. Then he pressed the bulbous dome against her pussy lips and gently forced it inside of her.
Once he had the head in her eyes closed and she gripped the edge of the table. And he rocked forward and forced about half his length into her. He then started fucking her but he wasn't fully up her. He was fucking her methodically, rocking back and forth slowly and not forcing his entire length into her.
He grinned back over his shoulder. “Damn she’s tight,” he said.
After a few minutes Nicole had obviously adjusted to his size though, and she was lying there looking around at all the other men. She still held to the edge of the table but her legs were resting easily with her heels hooked on the rungs of two stools that the twins had just set up for her. It was as if they wanted her in stirrups for easy access and Derek wondered how many others they'd had like this before. And there was a sense of order with the barman having lined up behind old Gunter and the short guy, Klaus, having lined up beside him.
Old Gunter was beginning to get excited. He had his hands clamped beneath Nicole's knees and he was starting to piston his big cock in and out of her. Her eyes had closed again and Derek could see her fingernails digging into the wooden table.
Suddenly the old guy forced his entire length up into her. He was pressed firmly up against her and his cock was buried balls deep inside of her. He let out a strangled little groan and that massive purple knob was forced up into her belly and throbbing.
He held until he'd finished unloading and then he started moving again. He was just slowly working his hips and watching his cock slip in and out but the barman was getting anxious and he edged in close.
Gunter then pulled out and stepped aside and the barman immediately sunk his cock into her. He humped against her a few times then held firm and erupted.
Dieter was still standing by her side. He had his cock out and he was staring at her tits and working it. Nicole was watching him. By then Klaus was fucking her but she was just watching old Dieter and she met his smile and then offered to take over.
His smile broadened and she closed her little fingers around his old cock and started massaging it for him. He edged a bit closer and stood with his hands on his hips and Nicole nearly giggled looking at his face. She was working her soft little fingers over the head of his old cock and it was beginning to firm.
He edged closer still and kind of turned himself. His eyes were wide and fixed, and then a thick stream of cum spurted from his cock and landed on her breasts. She looked down at it and blushed but she held him and allowed the rest of it to dribble over her chest and belly.
Klaus had finished. He was squeezing the last of his cum off as he withdrew his cock from her. His cock was short and thick and his cum was seeping from Nicole's pussy. There was already a pool of creamy fluid on the table beneath her and she continued to drip while the first of the twins was slipping the head of another enormous cock into her. It was long and thick but he easily sunk the entire length in. He started fucking her while his brother worked a slightly smaller erection and watched.
The other two guys had approached but Nicole motioned for the first of them to come closer and she lifted upon an elbow and leant into him. She was peering up at him and he nodded, then she opened her mouth over the head of his cock. He didn't hold back. As soon as he was in her mouth he started trying to fuck it.
Nicole held on to his coat. The guy between her legs had started humping forcefully and the one in her mouth had too. It took them a moment to settle into a rhythm but they soon did. T
heir thrusts were then alternating and she was rocking between them. She'd closed her hand around the cock in her mouth to stop the guy from trying to force it down her throat, but other than that she was just letting them use her body.
The guy in her mouth came first. He gripped her head and held her still while she drank from him. Then he stepped aside and there was another cock being forced into her mouth.
The first twin pumped his load into her and his brother replaced him. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and started fucking her. The new guy in her mouth just held her head and allowed her to rock back and forth on his cock. Before long there was another load of cum being injected into her belly and there was another one being pumped down her throat.
Those last two men left her lying there but the tow-truck guy was working his cock again and he stepped to her side. She laid there peering up at him. He was close to cumming but he kept working his cock himself until he was about to blow and then he leant over and pumped his cum into her mouth.
Nicole lightly took hold of his cock and she held it and softly sucked on the head while he grinned back at us and asked if anyone else wanted another go.
She looked over at us and blushed a little. “Do you want more?” the barman asked her.
“Okay, but just in my mouth,” she uttered sweetly. “Like he did is nice – if you’re really close and just want me to finish it off for you this time.”
The barman walked over and she rolled onto her side to face him. Cum was leaking out of her young pussy. It was red and swollen and from behind her legs everyone could see the thick, creamy fluid oozing out of it.
She waited until the barman was ready then she opened her mouth and he put the head of his cock in and erupted. He then stood watching her softly sucking on the head but Derek tapped his shoulder. He was close and as soon as he met Nicole's eyes he needed her to open up. And she did. She gave him a little smile and she held his gaze while he flooded her mouth with another big load of semen, and without averting her pretty eyes she swallowed it.
****
Nicole went to shower and clean up. Then a while later she came back down with her little breasts looking very good in the t-shirt Derek had given her to wear to bed.
There was only the barman and he left. The other's had gone home.
She collected her dress off the end of the bar and asked about her panties but apparently the tow-truck guy had taken them.
She said good night and went back up to bed.
Next morning the tow-truck guy's sons delivered her car. They'd worked all night to fix it. They were two boys of eighteen or twenty and they were eager to go up to Nicole's room but the barman and Derek chased them away.
A little later Nicole came down, blushing and all shy. And looking oh so beautiful!
Derek was just passing through town but he got Nicole’s number.
“Yes you can call me,” she said sweetly. “I’d like that but don’t expect anything like last night to happen again!”
“Oh – why?” Derek chuckled. “You were hot!”
“I was high you mean!” she corrected him. “I smoked pot for the first time ever at that party, and then with those drinks the old men gave me I hardly even remember what happened here to be honest. It was like a dream.”
“So I’ll be sure to bring some smoke,” Derek tried, teasingly.
“Hmm – well I have to go now but -”
“I’ll call you,” Derek added. “Friday night, okay?”
“Okay,” Nicole replied with a blush, smiling over her shoulder as she left him sitting there at the bar………..
Taken
“Is everything set, Parker?”
“Yes, ma’am. There are enough cameras throughout the house to get what we need. We’ve got the office covered. As long as that’s where he makes his play….”
“Don’t call me ma’am.”
“Well what should I call you? This is like secret agent shit. Do you have an undercover name?”
“Hmm…. How about Agent Sixty-nine? 69 for short?”
Parker looked into the rearview mirror of his limousine and chuckled. “Drop you here, 69 – or should I take you to your door?”
“Here’s fine, Parker. Wouldn’t want hubby asking any questions and spoiling things, would we?”
“No, ma’am,” Parker grinned into the mirror cheekily, and he gave a wink.
****
Roland Green sat staring across his desk at his secretary. Her soft, shoulder length brown hair all but obscured her face as she sobbed into a tissue. He was tempted to call the whole thing off right then but deeper than the pang of sympathy was a simmering desire that he had harbored for the year and a half she'd been sauntering around the office in tight skirts and open blouses. He had entrusted her with twenty thousand cash to deposit in the company account and had paid another five thousand to one of his security staff to lift it from her shoulder bag before she even left the building. "I can't see any alternative other than to call the police," he said thickly.
Carmen's body shuddered. Roland knew she had no mugging to report, or any details of having innocently lost the money. He waited for her to settle.
"Can you replace the money?" he asked her, as if he was searching for some way of helping her.
She looked up and her pretty face almost ended his resolve. "I haven't – I don’t have that much money."
The office door opened and Roland's wife stepped in. He had called her to confirm, but they had prearranged everything anyway. Roland was fifty seven and his wife, Lisa, was forty, the same age as Carmen. Lisa was to play good cop. She went to Carmen and comforted her. "God, Roland, what are you doing?"
Lisa had arranged the job for Carmen. They had been friends since college, and Roland had at first agreed to the plan to satisfy his wife's unrequited teenage desire, but his own part in the plot surged as his cock expanded. "I know she's your friend but we can't have this sort of blatant daylight robbery go unpunished. I have to call the police – surely?"
"Like hell you do!" Lisa turned back to Carmen. "What happened, sweetie -- what happened to the money?"
"I don't know," Carmen sobbed. "When I got to the bank it was just not there in my bag. I don't know what happened to it."
Roland stood. He was a tall, heavily built man. "We have to be out of here in an hour," he said to his wife. It was Friday afternoon and they had set up the weekend at their country estate. "I'll be back in ten minutes and if you haven't sorted something else out I'm calling the police and leaving her with them," he added flatly and he left.
Lisa dabbed at the tears streaming down Carmen's face. She had an arm around her shoulder and found herself looking down Carmen's blouse at her lacy white bra. She eased into the next step in the plan.
"Sweetie – he won't be satisfied to let you go. How about you come with us and we can work this out over the weekend – can you tell your husband there's an urgent business meeting that you must attend?"
"What – right now? I'll have to go home and get some things to wear."
"Well I don't think Roland will agree to you going home. But we're the same size and I've got wardrobes full of clothes. Could you just call your husband and tell him the meeting is urgent and you have to go immediately?"
Roland stepped back into the room. He'd been gone only a few minutes. "Well?"
"Carmen's coming with us. We'll sort this mess out over the weekend."
Carmen spent the next few hours in a daze. She was taken from her boss's office and bundled into the back of a car. There were two of the security men in front and another one beside her. She'd worn a short skirt to work that day and she could feel their eyes upon her legs throughout the two hour drive. She was taken from the car and led into what looked like a palace, and she was left in a room overlooking garden parkland.
She flopped on the bed and stared at the ceiling. She'd been lying there for ten minutes or so when Roland came in and closed the door behind him. He strolled over to the windo
w and stood gazing out into the distance for a while.
Carmen was sitting up facing him when he turned and pulled a chair over to sit in front of her. He searched her eyes for a moment before speaking.
"Twenty thousand isn't even a bad night at the casino for me but I guess it's a lot to you?"
Carmen nodded. "I'm so sorry I lost it."
He touched her knee. "Well, I've had some time to calm down and think it through, and there may be a way we could work this out." His hand had closed over her knee purposefully. "I might be inclined to overlook the whole unfortunate incident if you would be – shall we say – accommodating, this weekend."
There was a knot in Carmen's stomach and another in her throat. She couldn't seem to get her voice to work. She was shaking her head slowly as the older man studied her eyes.
Roland continued. He was smiling lightly. "I think you understand what I mean by accommodating, and you may not enjoy it but should you force me to reconsider, I'm sure you will at the very least be required to repay the twenty thousand in installments, and should the police find trace of it in a bank account or stashed in your car for example – well, prison wouldn't be out of the question.
Carmen had her legs closed together but she allowed them to part very slightly as Roland's fingertips moved beneath her skirt. She bit a lip as his fingers pressed against her panties. He pressed into her crotch and leaned to her ear. "That's a wise decision," he breathed, and he kissed her neck as his fingers forced the fabric of her panties into her pussy.
She held her head away from him. Her legs had been parted further and his fingers searched for the edge of her panties and peeled them aside. His fingers were course and she was dry. He tried to force a finger in but she clung to his arm and managed to wriggle away from him.
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