The Poor Man's Girl (The Girls) Read Free

handful of it to his nose, he sniffed it.
    “Still nothing hey Snow,” John said shifting his focus to her lips. Full and red they looked delicious. Deano used his index finger to trace down the side of her face, drawing a path down her cheek, her neck, her collar bone and to the top of her breast. She stood straighter.
    “I know what’ll make you talk Snow!” John said. Sandra watched Simon as he pulled out his iPhone and held it in front of him, filming the trio. Deano pulled down a bra strap and freed one of her breasts. Small and white with a dark erect nipple he pulled at it hard. She squealed.
    “What if I put a finger up your arse? That going to make you tell me what you want to do?” John continued. He moved behind her. She stiffened. Deano bent down and used his tong to flick at the hard nipple. She watched him and her stomach tightened in anticipation. She could feel John step up behind her, pressing himself into her back. He was warm and smelt of old beer as he rubbed his rough face against the side of her face.
    “Fingering hey, will that help?”
    He slid his hand over her hip and pushed it down inside the front of her tiny panties feeling her warm wetness.
    Deano pulled down her bra and was kneading both her breasts together as Simon stood up and brought the phone closer to get a better angle for the camera. John could feel her weaken against him as he shoved a finger inside the slippery folds of skin. She was wet and ready and yelped when he pushed it up her.
    “Nice titties,” Deano said as he carried on the kneading process, “You suck them?” John clucked at the stupid question.
    “You gonna tell us now Snow, come on,” Sandra remained silent.
    “Bet if she did speak, she’d be telling us to blow this joint yeah!” Deano said looking at the breasts he was kneading. “Perhaps she should stay the fuck quiet?”
    Marie was sat bolt upright in her chair watching the whole show unfold right in front of her. The woman Sandra. The beautiful Sandra, humiliated, used and about to be fucked by three dirty men. She could feel herself getting wet just sitting there, her wine glass empty and feeling drunk as butterflies fluttered deep inside her.
    John shoved Sandra down onto her knees, her hands tightly bound behind her. “You gonna fuck us all good you hear.”
    “Stick out your titties,” Deano said. Sandra pushed her chest out as she had been told. If she was obedient, perhaps they wouldn’t be too hard on her Sandra had thought.
    “Good,” Simon said, “Would you like my cock?” He unbuckled himself with one hand and used the other to hold his iPhone’s camera on the woman’s chest. She didn’t reply.
    “Think that’s a no!” Deano laughed.
    “Hey,” John yelled and waited for a moment. “Andrew, you got any toys?”
    A second later Andrew came out looking worried. His wife was kneeling on the ground with her chest stuck out as far as she could, doing her job.
    “Keep the noise down,” Andrew said clearly flustered. “We got neighbours round here who poke their nose into business they shouldn’t, you know what I mean!” Simon nodded but John just shrugged. “You got toys or what,” he repeated unconcerned, “a dildo or something? I can’t get the slut to talk.”
    Andrew shook his head and decided against looking at his wife again.
    “Fine, suppose I can improvise I guess,” John said. He undid his belt and slid it loose from his jeans.  Andrew spun on his heels and went back inside, not wanting to watch any of the show.
    “Open your legs,” John said. She looked up confused. He used his foot to tap her thighs, forcing her to shift on apart her knees, widening the gap.
    Deano pulled the strings of her panties up forcing them to dig deep into her slit, skin parting either side. He could smell the wetness of her cunt. He pulled up harder and she winced as the material dug into her deeper. “Like that do you or are you too busy thinking about my cock in your mouth?”