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

Deano asked lecherously.
    He pulled at her nipple and John stood back a little and swung the belt at her pussy. She yelped, almost losing balance. “Like,” Deano said pulling harder at her tit. He grabbed her jaw. forcing her face up to look up at him. “I’m the one you want to keep an eye on yeah?” he said, pulling harder.
     
    The belt made contact again and this time she did lose balance, toppling backwards and unable to break the fall with her wrists in handcuffs.
    “Poor little Snow,” John said looking down at her. “Was it too much for you? You going to talk to me now?” He grabbed her elbow and pulled her up to her feet. 
    “More spanking I think,” he said returning the belt to his right hand. “Stick out those little bitty titties for me again.” Sandra as before, did as she was told. A moment later, his black leather belt was slapped across her white tits, leaving large red marks and this time, she screamed out in pain.
    “Please.”
    “Please what?” John asked glad he’d finally got her to speak. Her voice was husky and she had a Northern accent. He loved Northern girls. “Please stop,” she said, looking him in the eyes.
    “Ah bless,” John replied, turning around to face the other two, “she wants us to stop. Guess she don’t know what owning her pretty little arse means, isn’t that right?” he said directing the question back to Sandra. She remained silent. He looked down at her chest, distracted for a moment.
    Picking up the belt again, he whipped her titties. She let out a weak scream this time, seeming to manage the pain better. Deano slid her panties down and she stepped out of them. He picked them up and held them to his nose.
    “Smells like cunt!” he said. Sandra couldn’t stand this gawky man with oily black hair combed and gelled tightly back onto his high forehead. Deano cupped his hand over her exposed, clean shaven pussy as John whacked her tits again. He pushed a finger inside and could feel her hot wetness. He had a sudden and urgent desire to get inside her but knew he had to hold off a little longer. If he had been on his own he would have spent himself more than once by now.
    He pushed his other hand between her arse cheeks, brushing against her handcuffed wrists. He felt his way to her opening and pushed his middle finger inside her tight hole. “Owwh,” she moaned, her head going back.
    John stopped the belt and cocked his head to one side as he watched the naked woman moan with one finger in her arse and another inserted deep inside her pussy. Simon held his phone up to her bald cunt. “Try three fingers!” he said.
    Deano nodded and stuck in another two.
    “Owwhh,” she said again, longer and more urgent this time.
    “Look boys, Snow’s getting a little excited with all the attention she’s getting tonight. Aint that just so sweet. Bet your old man doesn’t do this for you, does he?” John asked his voice a little higher. He could feel his blood course faster through his veins. He unzipped his jeans and pulled down his boxer shorts. A large pink cock hung limply. He looked down at himself and with this free hand began stroking it.
    “Is he bigger?” he asked Sandra, “Bigger than me?” Sandra understood he was comparing himself against her husband. She looked down and with widening eyes, shook her head.
    “Big, aint it,” he said as he looked at himself with pride.
    “What is this, a ‘who’s got the biggest dick competition’ or something? Seriously man, grow up,” Simon suggested.
    “Owwhh!” she said again, her eyes closed in pleasure.
    Simon pushed her back down back to her knees and Deano, his fingers still inside her, went down with her.  With one hand holding the phone on Sandra’s chest, Simon pushed his slack jeans down and freed his cock. It was long and hard.
    “Open up wide Snow,” he said, moving the phone to her face. She pushed back but Simon used his other hand and grabbing a handful of hair, pushed his cock into