The Poor Man's Girl (The Girls) (3 page)

She parted her legs and tried to sit down on him, her arms useless and the leash tight. Simon pushed a hand against the small of her back and guided her onto him. She was soaking wet and slid straight onto him.

“Owwh, owwh,” she moaned, louder and deeper this time throwing her head back and closing he eyes.

“Bitch really likes it,” Deano said. John got behind her and guided his cock inside her used arse. She moaned again and again, unable to keep quiet. Deano stood there, his mouth wide open and wishing he was still inside her. She bounced up and down between the two men, moaning loudly, crying, wriggling and squirming on two cocks.

John pumped her roughly and was out of breath within a minute. Sweat dripped from his face. He could feel Deano’s slimy cum squirting out of her tiny arse. Simon was using her tits, forcing her to bounce up and down on him. He liked her smell and the tightness of her cunt. He slapped her face and she squealed just how he liked it. The two men moved with perfect rhythm as they pumped her holes for a long time. It seemed that they could both hold back for as long as they liked.

It was Sandra that couldn’t.

She arched her back and Simon could feel her muscles tighten around his cock while she cried out in pleasure. She arched her back forwards, forcing herself down onto him as she tried to take it more of him. He slapped her tits and she cried out. John felt her quickening and felt his own blood rush to his cock like a bullet, making his uncomfortably sore. He shoved it up her harder to try reduce the burning feeling and could feel the other man’s cock in there too. She was breathless and moaning in pleasure.

“Fuck me,” she said.

“What do you think we’re doing, having fucking tea?” John said behind her, his grip on the leash tightening. She gasped, her toes clenching and her head bent backwards as a flood of pleasure flowed from her cunt, through her body causing her muscles to tense, becoming like stone. She burst into tears as she came, loudly crying out in a combination of pain and ecstasy.

Simon was stunned at the power of her orgasm. He felt her heat down on his cock and found her pleasure irresistible as he held onto her tits, wanting to stay inside this tiny thing forever. Snow White was so tight he thought. He couldn’t hold back any longer after watching her cum all over his cock, her cries concentrating his own pleasure.

He kissed her neck lightly and for the first time, felt something sincere towards this woman, sharing a moment of pleasure and tenderness. John grunted behind her and Simon watched him, as he pulled away, finished. Simon had her all to himself.

He felt the blood flowing through his ears and his cock was incredibly hard, it felt like rock. He let go, pushing her up, lifting her into the air as he did. Simon held onto her hips tightly as he ejected his seed deep inside, panting and sweating. Fucking her had been pretty rough work.

She clung to him and he felt a sudden real pity for her. She was still sobbing as he finished himself inside her. “Can I have another go?” Deano asked, looking at her naked arse. Simon laughed looking up at the man, “You really think you could get that tiny thing back up again? Hardly seems worth it” he said sarcastically.

He could see the kitchen light switch on and knew they didn’t have long left. There were on a schedule. Perhaps another group of men would be round to spend some special time with her. He didn’t like it. What Andrew was doing, farming her out like this, it didn’t seem right and as she continued to straddle him, her arms wrapped round his neck, he started working out possible plans to get her out of here. A woman like her didn’t belong in a place like this. He felt somehow responsible but it was awkward. His wife wasn’t going to like this idea.

“Give her here,” he heard a woman whisper. Simon opened his eyes and looked up into the face of a woman he had never seen before. She was young with long, sweeping red hair.

“Snow white and Rose Red, it’s like a fucking fairy tale isn’t it?” John said smirking.

“And you’re the bad wolf right,” Marie said, unimpressed.  Sandra looked up at the uninvited guest.

“I can be whatever you want me to be baby,” John replied, a smirk on his round face. “Good,” Marie said sounding quite angry, “can you do invisible?”

His grin disappeared as Marie put her finger over her mouth, motioning them to be silent.

“Who’s got the keys?” she whispered.

“Her husband,” Simon replied. “Fuck that!” Marie replied. She put her hands under Sandra’s arms as she tried to guide her off Simon’s lap. Sandra stepped off him, happy to be led away, cum dripping from her cunt and arsehole.

She let Marie guide her without question. John stepped forward to say something but Simon got up and immediately put his arm across, stopping him from going any further.

“Let her go,” he whispered as he watched the two women disappear, “He doesn’t deserve her.”

He couldn’t help smile at how this had worked out. He wasn’t going to get himself into any bother with the Mrs after all.