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

her mouth.
    “Come on, you’ve got to give me what I paid for right,” he said pushing himself deeper into her mouth. She choked and tried to pull back but his hand held her firmly in position. She couldn’t budge an inch. Sandra noticed he wore a Rolex which looked odd considering he was about to fuck her in her own back garden. Surely he could have afforded himself some high class hookers and had them all to himself. She couldn’t help but wonder why he’d chosen to do it like this.
    He pushed harder and she wanted to retch as she fought for air. Deano had two fingers in her arse and she was finding it unbearable. John watched from the side as Simon continued to film her. She was a little stunner. He could see Simon’s cock stretch the inside of her cheek every time he shoved himself down her throat.
    “You film all of them?” John asked.
    Simon laughed. “You want to see the ones of my wife! She’s the most fuckable thing you’ve ever seen!” Simon replied. Deano pulled his fingers out and pushed his trousers down.  Shuffling behind her, he spat on his cock and spread the saliva along its length.
    He parted her tight arse cheeks and pushed in his cock. Once it found her tight hole, he had to hold his cock to guide it in. As it broke through the first inch, she let out a garbled scream as she tried to push herself away from him. He grabbed her hips and pushed her back down onto his cock.
    She was trapped between them, unable to move away from either cock, one down her throat and one working its way up her arse. “Think she’s a bum virgin,” Deano said, surprised at how tight she was. He was finding it difficult to get into her.
    “Probably is! Being married to that dickhead yeah. How would he know what to do with a woman like this?” John said, stroking the side of her face while he massaged his cock.
    Deano put a hand round each of Sandra’s tits and used them to bounce her up and down onto his hard cock. He pumped her arse hard while Simon fucked her face.
    John picked up the leash and gave it a gentle tug. “I want her cunt,” he said to Simon.
    “So do I,” Simon replied, “think we can share?”
    John smiled, “Think we can fit three cocks up Snow?”
    Simon shrugged. He was looking at the picture on the phone. He would call this video ‘The poor man’s girl’. Only useful for fucking!  He slapped her face and pulled his cock back a little.
    She let out a moan as she tried to catch her breath back. Deano was squeezing her nipples between his thumb and index fingers as he panted like a marathon runner behind her, hard at work.  A moment later he let out a small cry as he shot a load full of cum up her arse, unable to hold on any longer. Simon didn’t wait, pulling her up by her hair. “Get up slut.”
    Deano slipped out of her as she was pulled up and dragger away from him. For a moment she was free of cock, free of being pumped. Her legs were stiff and her arms uselessly bound behind her back. Getting up was a struggle in her heeled boots.
    Simon sat down on a short wall that separated the concrete patio from the weeds, and pulled the woman forward, forcing her to stand in front of him. “Open wide,” he said. She parted her legs slightly and he noticed how much they shook. She was taking deep gulps of air and he could tell she was turned on. Her cunt was right in his face, her pink lips swollen. He switched the flash on and opened her slit with two fingers before taking a photo.
    “One for the Mrs,” he laughed before shoving it inside his shirt pocket. No one said anything. Simon was the one who usually led these little trysts and the other two just followed. He slapped her cunt and she moaned again.
    “Sit on me,” he said massaging his cock still sticky with her saliva. She looked down. The leash tightened around her neck suddenly as John tugged hard. “You heard your punter Snow, sit.”
    She parted her legs and tried to sit down on him, her arms useless and the leash tight.