2 comments/ 129849 views/ 22 favorites Innocent Waitress? Ch. 01 By: SexyLi It had been a very busy Friday night in the bar. My feet were killing me and it was just my luck that I was one of the waitresses on clean up duty that night, along with Sasha. I hated it when it was my turn on clean-up duty. All the other girls would go home while we were left to clean the glasses, wipe down the tables, clean the floor and the toilets and get everything ready for the next day. I had just finished wiping the last table when two men came into the bar. I looked up towards them. "I'm sorry but we're closed." I said. They didn't stop but came all the way in and closed the door. "I said we're closed. It's after midnight You're more than welcome to come back tomorrow, happy hour is 6 till 7." I tried to say with authority. I was starting to get nervous and breathed a massive sigh of relief when Sasha appeared along with the owner, Mark. "It's OK Emma, these are policemen. I asked them to be here." Mark said. I looked at him with a frown on my face. Why would we need the police? Nothing had gone wrong that night. Mark continued. "I have been checking the takings, and we are frequently short of money in the till. I checked how the losses correlated with who was working, and it seems that any time either you or Sasha are working there is money missing." I couldn't believe it. How dare he suggest such a thing. I was always very careful to get the money right and made sure that all the tips went into the jar to be shared out equally among the girls at the end of the night. The taller of the two policemen was around 6 foot tall, quite thin and had very short dark hair. He looked like he should be in the military. He turned around and slid both door bolts across. The other policeman was shorter, maybe 5 feet 8 inches tall, but much broader, as if he worked out in the gym at least once a day. He walked over and took a long look at me. "I'm Police Constable Harris." he said. He flipped open his notebook and then looked me up and down. "Shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes, pale complexion, slim and tall. You must be Emma?" "Yes," I said, "and I totally refute any suggestion that I have been stealing from here!" I stared angrily at Mark. "That is up to us to decide I think". He walked slowly around me, continually looking me up and down. The waitress uniform was designed to attract the young male punter that Mark wanted in his bar. Above the obligatory black high heeled shoes was a long black skirt with a split that ran almost to the top. The split finished just at the point where the lace topped black stockings finished, showing tantalising glimpses of stocking top as you walked, something the men loved. If they were really lucky they would get a good view of the garter belt as well. On top there was a nice white blouse, with three quarter length sleeves that ended half way down the forearm. It buttoned up the front and generally the more buttons you were willing to undo the better the tips would be. It was like voyeuristic prostitution. Usually I opted for black satin panties and a white lacy bra as underwear, partly for comfort and partly because if the guys did get to see them it was a good option in terms of tips. Sahsa was dressed in virtually the same way, just with subtle differences. She had the most beautiful dark silky hair which cascaded over her shoulders and half way down her back. My blonde curls only reached down to my shoulders. Her blouse was stretched by her 38D chest, something that helped her get much more attention than I did with my 36C breasts. I always had to show much more cleavage if I was to get the same reaction. She was quite a bit shorter than me and really fitted the picture of a buxom wench. PC Harris walked over to Sasha and repeated his visual examination. I could see she was uncomfortable as his eyes roamed over her body. "This is ridiculous." Sasha cried. "You must have made a mistake." "I think you are the one who has made the mistake, but I shouldn't pre-judge you. You'll have your chance to prove your innocence." Both policemen laughed as PC Harris finished his sentence. "Assuming these girls have any innocence left." Mark joked. My face went red with rage as I stared at Mark in anger. How dare he say such things. I'd make him pay for that, but right now I couldn't believe the situation we were in. "PC Wilkes, let's start with this dark haired beauty and see if we can help her prove she is telling us the truth" The other policeman walked over to Sasha and stood behind her while PC Harris placed his notebook back in his pocket. "Look sir…" Sasha started to say, but he cut her off. "Call me Carl." he smiled. "Carl, I can show you my bag. There's nothing in it. Please let me show you. It's just over there." She looked over to the door to the staff area on the other side of the room. "I'm sure you can," Carl replied, "but that is a bit too obvious." "But…but..you have to let me…." Suddenly Carl bought his hand up and slapped Sasha hard across her face. She was almost knocked off her feet, but recovered her balance and slowly turned back to face him. "Don't you dare tell me what I have, or don't have, to do!" he told her sternly. "Keep your mouth shut unless asked something, and then answer as briefly as you can. Got it?" "Ye.. ye .. ye.. yes" Sasha stuttered, before another slap was unleashed into the other side of her face. She stood there trembling, a tear rolling slowly down her cheek. Carl looked over to me and stared into my eyes. His face was totally emotionless and I knew not to try anything. These guys were in control and we had better do what they say or we'd be made to suffer, I could be sure of that. Carl returned his attention to Sasha. "Hold your arms up and out to your side. Hold them straight and keep them there!". She slowly raised her arms until they were pointing straight out from her shoulders. PC Wilkes ran his hands over her arms, then down her sides. I found myself hoping that they would find something hidden on her, and then I would be free to go. PC Wilkes then began to check that she had nothing hidden under her skirt, running his hands all over her legs, gradually moving up to her waist. With his hands still under her skirt I could see him probing her underwear as if searching for the money. The smile on his face showed that he was really enjoying this examination. His hands slipped out from under her skirt and started to roam up to her chest, caressing her breasts as if feeling for the money in her bra. After a few minutes he stopped. "Nothing obviously hidden there." he reported. "See, I told you," Sasha said angrily, furious at the invasion of her personal space. I expected a reaction from the policeman infront of her but he just smiled. "Not so quickly my voluptuous friend." He smirked. "I was not born yesterday and know the tricks!" "What about her!!" Sasha snarled, looking over at me. "You haven't searched her yet!" "All in good time. She'll get her turn once we have finished with you" was the calm, frightening reply. I shifted uneasily where I stood, desperately trying to think of a way out of this, knowing that it was only a matter of time before I would be the focus of their attention. Maybe I could just give them the money I had in my bag, but how could I admit to such a crime when I was totally innocent? Carl reached up and started to undo the buttons on Sasha's blouse. She pleaded him to stop but knew there was no point. Soon all the buttons were undone and her blouse was pulled from her shoulders. PC Wilkes swiftly undid the strap to her bra and those wonderful 38D breasts dropped into view. Given their size they remained remarkably pert. Surprisingly her nipples stood out like bullets. Was she really getting turned on by this? "Nothing there I guess." was Carl's response. He then lifted each of her soft mounds like he would find some hidden treasure underneath them, but clearly he just wanted to grope her chest for his own enjoyment. I could feel my nipples begin to harden in my bra as I watched what I knew would become my future, played out infront of me. The first signs of arousal were also appearing between my legs. I had sometimes wondered what it would be like to be controlled and made to do things I wouldn't normally do, but had never wanted to find out if my thoughts were accurate or not. That would be a step too far. The two policemen made short work of removing Sasha's skirt, taking a step back to admire the sight before them, then swiftly pulling her underwear down to her ankles. She was pushed backwards until she bumped into a table, then roughly pushed up until she was sitting on the edge of it. PC Wilkes grabbed her arms and pinned her backwards onto the table, her arms held firmly over her head, her legs hanging over the edge of the table, swinging slowly. Carl placed a hand on the inside of each of her thighs and slowly pushed her legs apart, revealing a wet and juicy pussy, neatly trimmed with a small patch of dark hair above her slit. He leaned forward, taking a slow deep breath and inhaling her scent, then he pulled her lips apart with his thumbs. Sasha just lay back and sobbed, knowing the futility of resistance. Our eyes met, exchanging glances of helpless sympathy. I could feel the wetness starting to build in my crotch. These guys would love to know that this was turning me on, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Being bisexual had its benefits, but now it was certainly a curse as I looked adoringly at the sexy beauty spread on the table. "Can't see anything here either." Carl laughed. My heart nearly stopped. Now they would turn to me. I was going to be mauled and groped, and there was nothing I could do. I looked towards the door, trying to calculate how long it would take me to get there, how long to undo the bolts, open the door and run for my life. Maybe I could do it. A small hope flickered in my heart. Mark noticed where I was looking and slowly crossed over to the door. With each step he hammered my hope into the ground. "Thinking of leaving us?" he asked. All three men were now staring at me. My thoughts of freedom and escape were now replaced with fear and panic. I was the centre of their attention, which was not a good place to be, of that I was sure. "Come here Emma." ordered Carl. My heart sank. This was it. I slowly, reluctantly, walked over to where Sasha was captive on the table, eventually standing next to Carl, captivated by the wonderful sight that was spread before me. "Let's see if you can find something in there", Carl said, nodding his head towards Sasha's exposed crotch. He grabbed my wrist and pulled my arm towards her snatch. I edged forward so that I could reach, lubricated my fingers in her juices, then slowly slipped them into her crack, trying desperately not to touch her clit. I feared that soon roles would be reversed and I wanted to make this as easy as I could for her. If I treated her well, then hopefully she would return the favour. All three men drooled as I probed the inner voids of her pussy, feeling around inside, pretending to search for money I knew I would never find. The only thing getting taken in this bar would be us. Sasha was clearly enjoying the stimulation of fingers rolling around in the warm sanctuary of her sex, and a small moan slipped from her throat. They guys all laughed, turning Sasha's face into a bright red picture of embarrassment. "Anything there?" I was asked. "I can't feel anything." I replied. This met with hoots of laughter. "I bet she can!" Carl laughed. I couldn't help but smile. "Maybe we need to use something bigger?" Carl joked, pulling my arm out of the way. There was a sucking sound as my fingers popped out of her hole. Carl quickly pulled down his zip and pulled out a massive 8 inch long cock. Pre-cum covered the top so he had clearly enjoyed what had happened so far. The veins seemed to throb as he directed his massive tool towards Sasha's inviting pussy, sliding it in easily up to the hilt. "Let's see if I can feel anything with this!" he laughed. Sasha closed her eyes and grimaced, her arms held tight and with no hope of escape. I tried to back away but had only taken a couple of steps when I bumped into Mark. I watched mesmerized as Carl pounded into Sasha, holding her hips so he could penetrate her as deep as her pussy would let him. She rocked her head from side to side, desperately trying to free her arms and pull her body away from this assault, but PC Wilkes held her firmly. After a while she relaxed, resigned to her ordeal. The expression on Carl's face quickly changed, as did his pace. A final deep thrust and he squirted his seed into her womb. A look of relief appeared on Sasha's face as she seemed to realize that her suffering was coming to an end. My fear was growing as I knew I was next. I could feel Mark's warm breath on my neck and his hands on my hips. He whispered into my ear, "You'll look great spread on the table with my dick between your legs." "Looks like this one was telling the truth" Carl said. "Nothing in there except my cock" he finished, laughing to himself as he stared down at his conquest. "Don't you dare move" he warned her. "If you behave then you will be free to go. If not then the report on tonight's search will show that we found this little bag on you." He picked a small plastic bag out of his trousers and held it up. Inside, white powder was clearly visible. Bastard. "What about Blondie?" PC Wilkes asked, looking up at me. My heart leapt with fear. Oh my god, now it was my turn. PC Wilkes took out his handcuffs and secured Sasha to the table while Carl slipped his flaccid cock back in his trousers and slid the zip back up. Both men then turned and took a step towards me. I tried to back away but just bumped into Mark My heart was racing. Panic flowed through me like a torrent, tearing away at my insides and making me nauseas. "Errrrr..oh....OK, it was me. I did it. I have the 50 pounds in my bag. I'll get it for you". I turned and started to walk over and get my bag. I had taken one step when Carl grabbed my left wrist. "WHAT!!!!!" Sasha screeched. "You fucking bitch. You let them do this to me when you knew all along it was you. I'm going to fucking kill you. You're dead! You hear me, you're fucking dead!" Her eyes were wild with rage as she thrashed about on the heavy table, desperately trying to escape so she could attack me. The guys laughed at her futile attempts to get to me but the handcuffs held her firm. Slowly her anger subsided as she knew she would have to wait for her revenge. "Nice try. " Carl said as her stared at me. I kept my gaze towards the staff door, hoping that he would release me so I could give him £50 and be out of this horrible nightmare. I could feel a small pearl of sweat start to roll down my back. It felt like 100 degrees in that place, and as if time was standing still it got hotter and hotter. My heart raced, waiting for something to happen, but not wanting to do anything in case it gave me away. "Why don't I believe you?" Carl asked. "Mark, go get her bag, let's see if she is telling us the truth" Mark walked off to the staff area. Sasha still fumed on the table, so mad she had forgotten about her nakedness infront of these men, just wanting to get her hands on me. Mark reappeared with my bag and I breathed a massive sigh of relief. I was going to get myself out of here. "It is in my purse" I said as he pulled my purse out of my bag. He opened it up and looked through it, finally tipping out some coins and a few notes folded together. "BITCH!!!" yelled Sasha, writhing again in a desperate escape bid. Mark dropped the bag and the purse, put the coins in his pocket then started to unfold the money. "Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty." He said. "Looks like she was telling the truth." I felt like a massive weight had been lifted from my shoulders. The room felt cooler and my heart beat began to slow. "And a receipt from the bank cash machine, £50 withdrawn this afternoon at 4pm!" Mark continued, looking up slowly into my eyes, a big smile growing across his face. Oh my god. I forgot about the receipt. How could I. My stupid habit of keeping receipts. What an idiot. "So, that's not it. Thought you'd put us off the scent did you?", said Carl, emphasizing the word scent as he said it. With a swift move of his arm he twisted my wrist and forced my arm up behind my back, spinning me around as he did so. A sharp pain shot up my arm and I stayed completely still so that I didn't increase the pain. Slowly he walked me forward until my nose was nearly touching the front door. "Place your hands on the door, above the level of your head, about shoulder width apart" Carl ordered, releasing my arm. I shook my arm, trying to get some feeling back in to it, then raised my arms infront of me and placed them on the door. "Take one step backwards, keeping your hands on the door, and move your feet a shoulder width apart." He continued. It all sounded very real, and I was sure by now I had no choice but to comply. As I stepped back I could feel my arse pushing out towards Carl, nicely presented for his attentions. PC Wilkes walked over to where I was standing, staring at my arse all the way. Mark moved around to the other side of me. Now I was surrounded. I could feel Carl closing in behind me. His firm hands gripped my arse and squeezed, then his left hand moved slowly over my arse, around my hip and slid through the slit in my skirt. The shock of his cold fingers on the warm skin above my stockings made me jump, but slowly his fingers warmed up as they moved towards my pussy. His fingers slipped easily into my satin knickers, their tips coming to rest on top of my clit sending a buzz of energy deep into my crotch. "Very nice." He breathed quietly into my ear, his breath hot on my neck. I cursed this uniform that had given him such easy access into my most private of areas. His other hand continued to massage my arse while he started to drive me wild with his skillful manipulation of my clit. I tried to force my mind to think of anything, the laundry, the cleaning, the broken radiator in my apartment, anything to try and maintain some form of resistance and dignity. Carl pushed closer towards me, thrusting his hard cock into my backside. I could feel him pushing against me, rubbing against my buttocks, getting harder all the time. I looked up to the ceiling which inadvertantly moved my arse back and further into his hard-on. "She's warming up." Mark said. I knew he was right. I could feel the wetness building in my pussy, leaking into the satin. My nipples were as hard as bullets, pushing as if to break free from the confines of my bra. "Can't find the money here," Carl continued with the pretense, "let's see if she is hiding it somewhere else." He slowly slid his hand further into my satin knickers, sliding down the folds of my pussy, heading steadily to the entrance to my sex. He teased my vaginal lips as his fingers pushed on, gliding easily in my wetness. A shiver ran down my spine as his finger tips slipped lightly into my hole. They lingered just at the entrance to my sex, his thumb rubbing smoothly over my clit. Without thinking I pushed my hips back, trying to get away from his grasp, but he just pulled me tighter into his crotch, rubbing his cock harder against my arse. After a minute or two he retraced the path of his fingers, drawing them back up my slit, caressing my bud once again, driving more juice from my pussy. His fingers slipped out and I dropped my head in relief, waiting pensively for the inevitable. His hands returned to my hips. Gradually he moved his hands down, sliding them over my hips, his thumbs caressing the cheeks of my arse. His hands carried on their relentless journey, down the outside of my thighs, stopping for a brief pause to feel the top of my stockings and the garter belt clips, then on further, down to my knees and on down to my ankles. Innocent Waitress? Ch. 01 Now they were under the hem of my skirt. I felt both hands encircle my left ankle. His fingers wrapped all the way around. The inevitable return journey began, his hands sliding easily up my stockings, his fingers cavorting over the fine silky material, feeling my legs underneath. As his hands slipped past my knees I could feel myself starting to stand on tip toes, trying desperately to prevent him reaching the end of this inevitable journey. As his hands moved higher up my thighs, nearing my stocking top, I realized I was now on tip toe. I could move no higher. I had nowhere else to go, no escape, nowhere to hide. I flinched as I felt a pair of hands encircle my right ankle. PC Wilkes had had enough of being an observer. He wanted to play now. As Carl's fingers started to play with my stocking tops, slipping tentatively between the sheer stocking and the soft skin of my thigh, PC Wilkes's hand caressed my right leg, from my ankle, up my leg, over my knee and up my thigh, squeezing, pulling, teasing. His fingers caressed the inside of my leg, and the wetness grew in the satin sanctuary of my crotch. Now both men were fondling the top of my stockings, their fingers gentle sweeping over the soft skin that bridged the gap between stocking and pussy. Inch by inch they moved higher. I strained on tip toe, trying to delay their arrival at the entrance to my pussy, but I could get no higher. I felt Carl's hand come to rest along the length of my slit, while PC Wilkes's fingers started to play with the silk of my knickers, eventually sliding inside and feeling their way through the folds of my pussy up to my clit. With four hands playing around in the confines of my satin knickers it was all I could do to remain on my feet. I looked across to Mark, who just stood there with a smug grin on his face, hands on hips, relishing the sight of me being groped. Let's get a clearer look." Carl announced. I felt my skirt drop back in place as the two policemen released their grasp of my pussy. I dropped back down off my toes, relieved at the respite from their onslaught. As I started to recover Carl pushed his fingers into the waistband of my skirt, then came the long slow sound as bit by bit he slid the zip down, gliding his fingers over my buttocks at the same time. A quick flick of his thumb and the button popped open. My relief at the removal of this constriction was short lived as he helped my skirt with its decent to the floor. "Mark, I must commend you on your choice of uniform." Carl said, "Tips must be good hey Emma?" he continued, slapping me firmly on both arse cheeks. They all laughed. I was sure that many customers would have loved to do this to me. Hours of hands groping my arse, supposedly accidental brushes against my breasts, endless lewd suggestions and some downright disgusting ones, and frequent requests for a peck on the cheek and often much more were all part and parcel of my life at the bar. I was snapped back from my thoughts as Carl ran his hands over my hips, then up the front of my blouse and over my tits. He paused with a firm hold on my breasts, massaging both of them, pushing them up and squeezing, then rolling them around in circles. "You're having a good time there", PC Wilkes said to Carl, "but what about us?" My heart sank. Of course they would all want a piece. "OK," Carl replied "Emma, put you hands behind your head and stand up." I quietly did as I was told, standing upright and placing both hands behind my head. This forced my breasts out and my nipples could be clearly seen through the tight material. Carl grabbed me by the elbow and pulled me into the open space infront of the door. He stood infront of me with a big smile on his face, while PC Wilkes walked around behind me and started to grope my arse. Carl Raised his hands to the top of my blouse and started to undo the buttons. One by one he popped them open, revealing my lacy white bra. The dark shape of my nipples was clearly visible through the lace and Carl stared transfixed by what he saw. When he finished I was almost pulled over as PC Wilkes tore the blouse off my shoulders. My arms were pulled from my head with the force and I quickly put them back, hoping not to incur the wrath of these men. PC Wilkes wasted no time and quickly unclipped my bra strap , grabbed my panties and slid them to the floor. Carl slid his hands under the now limp bra cups and resumed his assault on my chest. He pulled at the nipples, dragging my breasts forward. PC Wilkes slid his hands around my hips and over my pussy. One hand stopped at my clit, roughly pulling at it with his fingers, while the other sank lower in search of the entrance to my sex. It was not long until he found it. My mind was reeling as both men assaulted my body. Hands were groping at my clit and delving deep into my pussy. My tits were being pulled all over the place, my nipples nearly bursting as they were pinched and teased. My neck was being kissed and sucked all over, my ears chewed, and my whole body was being crushed between my two assailants. All the time I had to hold my hands behind my head, leaving myself open to this abuse. The feeling of helplessness just increased my arousal. My juices were flowing freely and starting to run down my leg. My nipples were as hard as stone, and electric shocks were flowing through my clit. "Nothing found so far!" they both laughed, obviously amused by their little fake story and keen to carry on the façade. "Let's look a little deeper." I knew this had been coming. What I had previously feared was something I now found myself desiring. I could not believe that now I actually wanted to be taken by these men, to feel them inside me, to complete my journey to orgasm. But I couldn't let them know that. "No!" I pleaded, "you know I don't have anything. You know this was a mistake." I turned to my boss in a final plea for help. "Mark, call them off, tell them you were wrong!" I continued to look towards Mark, pleading with him with my eyes to let me out of this nightmare situation while inside I desperately wanted him to seal my fate. "Let you go?" Mark laughed jokingly, "and miss the chance to finally nail that sweet body of yours. Why the hell would I do that?" I felt a hand grab hold of the back of my garter belt, pulling me backwards. Suddenly my arse backed into a table. In a blur I was lifted onto the table and pulled backwards, my hands forced above my head and held down firmly. I kicked my legs but then they were caught, first one, then the other. I was helpless as these three men held me down. The tables in the bar were long and narrow, with several pairs of legs at regular distances down their length. I was dragged along the table to the middle of its length, and my legs were pulled down either side, spreading them wide and giving easy access to my pussy. I struggled to get free, but with little effort they were able to secure my ankles to the table legs with tape. Carl secured my hands with a pair of handcuffs squeezed tight around my wrists. My assailants stood back to admire their handwork. "A most adorable table decoration." Mark joked. "I should think about having one on every table during opening hours." This was met by nods of agreement from all. I hated how exposed I was. Anyone could do anything, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. Mark could open the door and invite the whole street in, and each one could take his turn without any resistance. Mark walked around to stand next to my head, looking down at me and smiling. He reached across and the pulled my head towards him, unzipping his trousers with the other hand and pulling out a 6 inch cock which stood tall and proud just in front of my nose. He continued pulling my head, sliding it into his groin with my nose burrowing into his pubic hair. His other hand came to rest on my right breast. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my nipple. Mark was twisting and pulling at my swollen nipple. My eyes started to water as the pain seemed to grow. "Just to let you know to do what I say.", Mark smirked, "Now start licking and sucking." I was relieved that the pain was gone as he released his grip. I quickly started to lick at his balls, desperate to prevent the return of the pain I had just felt. I sucked each of his balls into my mouth, one at a time, rolling it around and teasing it with my tongue. Mark started to moan and began to gently massage my breasts. His eyes closed as he enjoyed the pleasure I was giving to him. I lifted my head slightly and started to lick his shaft, running my tongue over the veins that covered its length. He helped guide it towards my mouth and I licked the droplet of pre-cum off the top. I started to massage the top of his dick with my tongue, flicking it back and forth, pulling on the foreskin and kissing it all over. "Wow, she can really suck cock!" Carl said with a hint of admiration. "Let's she if she is as good at fucking." He slipped his belt off, undid his trousers and climbed up onto the table. I could feel him kneeling between my legs as he started to finger my clit. Rolling it around under his fingers, then tickling it gently with such a light touch it started to drive me wild. I shuddered as I felt his tongue rub across my pussy then start licking away at my clit. I tried to pull my legs together but was held firm by the tape around my ankles. I could feel his tongue running around the lips of my pussy, teasing my hole by gently probing, then moving up and flicking my clit a few times. His tongue felt great as it eased into my sex, twisting around just inside my hole and licking up my juices. His tongue slowly licked up to my clit, then carried on up my stomach and onto my breasts, He took my nipple in his mouth and teased it with his tongue, then seemed to suck my entire mound into his mouth. He licked all around my breast, the wet path of his tongue leaving a cool trail over my chest. He sucked each of my breasts in turn, playing with my nipples, sucking in the flesh of my mounds, biting onto my nipple and pulling my breast out from my chest with his teeth. I starting to moan as I got more and more aroused. I opened my eyes and could see Mark's cock bouncing around infront of me. I'd almost forgotten about it and quickly sucked it deep into my mouth. I ran my tongue up and down its length, sucking it deep into my throat and tasting his pre-cum. I teased his foreskin with my teeth, gently pulling at it. The trail of Carl's tongue started its final journey up to my head, running up my chest, up my neck, then pushing into my ear. I felt his dick on the inside of my thigh, then without warning he thrust it all the way in to my pussy. I must have been so wet as there was no resistance. Carl pushed himself up on his arms and started a fast and furious rhythm. I could not believe how fast he was pounding his cock into me. Loud sucking noises were coming from my hole as his prick shot in and out. He could not possibly last long like this and I hoped I'd get the chance to come before he was finished. My hope was in vain as he stiffened and shot his load deep into my sex. I could feel his cock pulsing as it emptied his cum deep into my body. He smiled down at me, then climbed off. Mark started to get close to cumming so pulled himself out of my mouth to calm down a bit. I could see that PC Wilkes had already taken off his clothes and I knew he would be next to take me. His dick was about average from my experience, somewhere around 6 inches long and a couple of inches around. I was amused to see that he had shaved off all of his pubic hair. He looked down between my legs and curled his nose up. "Arrgh, sloppy seconds!" he complained. He looked over at Sasha. "You, come and clean this up." Sasha looked at him with hatred, but held her arms out showing the handcuffs clearly securing her to the table. PC Wilkes laughed, retrieved the keys from his discarded trousers and proceeded to free her from her bonds. He grabbed her firmly by the hair, pulled her across to me and shoved her head into my crotch. "Lick that pussy clean." he commanded. Sasha started to lick around my pussy, lapping up the cum that was smeared over my lips and clit. She licked up and down my slit, sending shivers of excitement through my spine. She had trouble reaching into my hole which PC Wilkes noticed and so he started to lift her up. "Get onto the table, lick it out properly." he instructed. She complied with his commands, clambering onto the table and licking at the entrance to my sex, her arse sticking right up in the air. Mark was transfixed by what he saw, and I could see his eyes light up as he had an idea. A smile crept over my face as I watched him climb up behind her, tugging on his dick all the time, bringing it to its full length. Sasha looked up in horror as she felt his cock slip easily into her exposed pussy. A light hand on the back of her head pushed her down to resume her task of cleaning me up while Mark started up a steady rhythm. A look of ecstasy spread over his face. This must have been something he had dreamed about on many occasions. Mark's regular thrusts into Sasha pushed her rhythmically into my clit, sending pulses of pleasure through my body. I knew my own juices were being added to those of Carl that she was trying to remove. I was hoping this could go on and on. I hadn't felt so turned on for ages and it was a relief not to have some guy banging away with no care for my own feelings and desires. Men are good, don't get me wrong, but women can do things men aren't even aware of. I knew Sasha must have finished removing the last remnants of Carl's seed, but she stayed between my legs, licking for all she was worth as Mark took her from behind. I could swear she was enjoying it, moaning loudly and pushing her arse back into Mark's crotch in time with his thrusts. As Mark's eyes began to close he pulled Sasha back as hard as he could and then grimaced as he shot his seed into her. A long, deep moan issued from her throat. When he was finally spent he climbed off the table then collapsed onto one of the bar chairs, his cock gradually deflating and leaving a trail of cum over his leg. PC Wilkes pushed at Sasha. "OK, that's enough. Get out of the way." Sasha climbed off the table to be replaced by PC Wilkes, his firm cock pointing at me with menace. Falling forward he placed a hand either side of my head, lowering his body onto mine. I could feel his cock sliding up my leg and banging into my crotch as he searched for the entrance to my pussy. After several failed attempts he slid home, helped by the lubricating saliva left by Sasha. I stared emotionless into his eyes as he started to slowly slide in and out of my pussy, a stupid grin etched onto his face. Every time he thrust deep into my pussy I could feel his pelvis pushing into my clit, driving surges of electricity deep into my body. I was determined to remain unmoved, starring into his eyes, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me enjoy his assault. His eyes never left mine as he pushed faster and faster into my hole. Sometime he would hit my g-spot and drive me crazy inside, but I would bite down on my tongue desperately trying to keep my face as if was etched in stone. He looked down at my breasts, oscillating back and forth on my chest in time with his movement. Clearly visible on top were my nipples, standing up like two signs advertising one horny slut. I cursed them as he looked back up to me. "Enjoying this, yeah?" "Like having my teeth pulled." I replied, doing all I could to remain outwardly emotionless, while inside my emotions were in a turmoil of lust. PC Wilkes laughed. "Your body tells a different story." I knew he was right, but I would not give him the satisfaction of admitting it. He continued his assault on my pussy, driving in and out with ever increasing urgency. His face broke out in a massive smile as I felt his cum shoot deep into me. "Oh yeah!!!" he screamed in triumph as he came again and again in my snatch. I could feel his seed start to leak out and flow down towards my anus as he made a last few thrusts into me, then slipped easily out. He stepped back to admire his conquest, then walked away, the smile seemingly now a permanent fixture on his face. A strange quiet filled the room, only broken by my heavy breathing and the sound of PC Wilkes pouring himself a drink. I could see Mark staring at me intensely, sending me a clear message that all was not over. "Sasha, Emma needs your help once again" he said, never once leaving my gaze. "She needs help as well" Carl added, "I'm not finished yet and don't fancy the state of that right now" pointing to Sasha's cum covered snatch. "Sasha, go and clean Emma up, and while you are at it, let her get that lovely tongue of hers to work on your pussy, but don't release her. Once we have had a drink we expect things to be ready for us." Sasha and I looked at each other, a resigned look in each of our eyes, as Carl and Mark went over to PC Wilkes and started to pour out drinks. "Come on Sasha, let's get this over with." I said to her encouragingly. Sasha climbed up onto the table in a classic 69 position. Leaning forward she began to lick away the sticky mess from between my legs. Infront of me her cum soaked pussy hung in the air, a small bush of pubic hair sitting just above a cleanly shaven pussy. A small trickle of cum started to leak out. I stuck my tongue out in time to catch it as it dripped, then I took it into my mouth and rolled it over my tongue, savouring that lovely taste. She lowered her hips down and then I was really able to go to work, licking up and down her lips, cleaning up around her clit and delving deep into her hole to suck out as much cum as I could find. Each time I touched her clit with my tongue she would push her hips back into my face, forcing my nose into her hole. Her juices cloaked my nose in that lovely aroma that I enjoy so much. After a few minutes licking away at that lovely pussy I heard several glasses being banged down on a table, the sliding of chairs and I knew that the guys were on their way back to us. Sasha got off me and took a few steps back, awaiting her next command. I remained helplessly strapped to the table. Mark walked across to me, looking down with a cruel grin on his face. I knew he had something planned. "I know you've had feelings for me Emma, ever since you came here." He began. "I could tell from your flirting, from the provocative way you would dress, from the way you would brush against me whenever you could." "GO TO HELL!!" I yelled. "On the contrary, I'm planning on going to heaven" he said, laughing at what he thought was a joke," and you are going to take me there." "Doesn't seem like I have much choice, does it?" I said grudgingly. "Well, we can change that." He continued. "I'm going to let you off this table, get rid of the tape, and the handcuffs. You will be free. Then I'm going to sit on that chair over there, and you're going to walk over and give me the best time of my life. "Not in my lifetime!" I hissed defiantly. "Yes, in your lifetime. In fact, today. In fact, now!", he responded, " 'cos if you don't, your nightmare may never end! It's one o'clock in the morning, and I'm sure we can find some people outside who would love to be introduced to you, especially the way you are looking now. I'm sure there will be a queue of willing admirers ready to show you how happy they are to be with you." "You bastard. You wouldn't dare!" I said, in as confident a way as I could, given my current situation. "He walked over to the door, quickly slipping both bolts to one side and reaching for the key. "Oh, and we might as well throw Sasha in to the little party as well," he continued turning towards me. "I'm sure she'll thank you for that." Innocent Waitress? Ch. 01 "No, Emma please! Don't let him go through with this." Sasha begged. "Please do what he says." The key turned in the lock. I could see the tears start to roll down Sasha's face. "Emma, he'll do it. Who knows what will happen. Please don't let him. Please!" Mark turned the handle and pulled the door open. "OK!, OK!, OK!" I said quickly. "I'll do it." "Excellent." was Mark's smug response as he closed the door and secured it once again. I could not believe that I was going to willingly walk over and fuck this guy. No restraints, no force, just the fear of the consequences if I didn't. Mark walked over and sat down. Carl came over to me, undoing the handcuffs and releasing my legs. I rubbed where the tape had been, urging the blood flow back into my aching ankles. "Ready when you are" Mark said gleefully, leaning back with his limp dick resting in his lap. Carl gave me a quick slap on the arse as I started to walk over to Mark. Mark's eyes roamed over my body as I stepped slowly across to where he was sitting.. When I got to him I sank slowly down to my knees infront of him. I heard a commotion behind me and saw the other two men bending Sasha over so that one could take her from behind while the other received the attentions of her mouth on his cock. Mark's hand on my chin turned my head so that once again I was facing him. I put my hands on his knees and pushed his legs apart, easing my access to his cock. I would have to lick him to get him hard before I could take him into my pussy. I shuffled forward on my knees, then wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock and started to pump it slowly, sliding my hand up and down the length of his tool, pulling the foreskin back and forth. I could see a small spot of pre-cum appear on the head of his dick, leaned forward and gently licked it off. I then held his dick up and licked it up and down, teasing its length with the tip of my tongue. With my other hand I started to massage his balls, rolling them around with my fingers and squeezing gently. After several minutes of licking I started to pump his cock faster and faster with my hand. I kept massaging his balls and his dick started to stiffen. Occasionally I would lick the pre-cum off the top of his purple domed head, sticking my tongue right out and pretending to relish taking it into my mouth and swallowing. As his cock stiffened I began to take it into my mouth, leaving a trail of lipstick down its length as I slid my lips up and down his member. I was glad that he wasn't the most endowed person I had ever taken and I could get his full length into my mouth with only a slight pushing at the back of my throat. I sucked eagerly on his cock, as if I was trying to draw the cum from his balls by pure suction alone. Occasionally I would trace lines with my tongue from his balls to the seeping top of his tool. I felt his hands rest lightly on the back of my head, applying a gentle pressure to hold me in place but giving me the freedom to roam my attention all over his balls and cock. His breathing quickened, and the motion of his hands on my head started to quicken, applying slightly more force each time as he began the journey to orgasm. I could feel the vibrations running through his member as it twitched as a result of my attentions. He was close, but I knew he wanted more than just my oral stimulation, that he wanted the pleasure of me giving myself to him. I looked up towards his face and saw his head tipped back, eyes closed as he let his senses take him on a whirlwind tour of desire. He looked down, realizing that I had stopped. "I hope your pussy is as pleasurable as your mouth." "Let's find out." I responded, rising slowly to my feet. I kept my eyes fixed on his. I could feel the moisture between my legs. I love giving head but shivered at the thought of him realising how much pleasure I had received over the last few minutes. Without leaving his lustful gaze I walked forward slowly, straddling his legs and finally brushing his chest with the wet matted hairs which sat just above my slit. I ran my hands through his hair, then around the back of his head as I dropped slowly into his lap. My breasts slid down his face as I lowered myself down, my nipples brushing over his forehead, across his eyes, his nose parting my mounds and his lips snatching a kiss of my nipples. I bent my head down and as my soft wet lips touched his, I lowered my pussy onto his hot throbbing cock. It slipped straight in, sending shivers up my spine as it slowly embedded itself deep inside me. I paused as I felt his balls touch the inside of my thighs, relishing the feeling of having a man fill my most private of places. I kept my lips firmly fixed on his, forcing him to taste his own juices as he licked around the insides of my mouth. His hands pushed up my stomach, roamed onto my ribs and kept moving higher until each one cupped one of my breasts. My nipples stood out hard and straight as he wrapped his fingers around the sides of my breasts and squeezed them gently. He began to gentle massage them, squeezing and pulling, pushing them up then rubbing my nipples between finger and thumb. The attention to my chest started to drive me crazy with animal lust. I pushed my crotch down, trying to drive him deeper and deeper into the inner reaches of my body. I pushed my hips forwards and then back again, forcing his cock to move inside me, occasionally rubbing against my g-spot and adding to my frenzy. My hip movements became more and more frantic as I tried to search out the right combinations of movements to get this cock back on my g-spot and get another lightning bolt of lust through my bones. Mark's hands moved away from my chest and ran down my back, finally resting under my buttocks and beginning to lift me up. I knew what he was trying to do and pushed up with my legs to help him. When his head was about to be released from my vaginal grip I drove back down on him, forcing him deep within me once again. Repeatedly he started to lift me up and I would always wait till the last minute until dropping back down, coating his cock with my juices. His eyes rolled back each time I thrust down on him. There was no way I was going to let him have all the fun. The next time he lifted me up I went a little bit higher, causing his cock to slip out of my hole. Pushing my hips back I let his cock slide slowly up my lips, coming to rest on my clit. I started to gently rotate my hips, causing his member to draw circles around my nub and driving me wild. I slid my left hand down and used it to force his cock onto my clit, repeating with the real thing what I had done so many times with my vibrator. The effect seemed to be nearly as good for Mark as it was for me, small moans being uttered through his pursed lips. His hands squeezed my arse as I teased the head of his cock with my clit. My body was going crazy as I stimulated myself. Before I lost control I eased forward again, dragging his head down my slit until it slipped easily back into my sex. I began to pick up the pace, sliding up and down his shaft for all I was worth, clasping his head to my chest. The walls of my vagina began to contract as a fantastic orgasm swept right through me. I threw my head back and pulled Mark's face tightly into my chest, uttering guttural sounds as my body shook with the intensity of an earthquake. I could feel my muscles gripping his cock, pulling it deeper into the inner recesses of my sex. I could feel him bite down on my nipple as his shaft erupted inside me, shooting jets of cum into me. Spasm after spasm surged through his tool. I could feel each contraction of his cock inside me. I slumped down on his lap, exhausted. Our breathing was synchronised as we both gasped for air, hanging our heads on each others shoulders as we tried to recover. As his breathing grew easier once again I could feel his cock deflating, slipping slowly out of my pussy. "Can I go now?" I whispered into his ear. "Sure." was the breathless reply. I climbed off Mark and turned around to look for Sasha, but the room was empty. Her clothes were gone and there was no sight or sound of the policemen. I looked back at Mark, I was confused, but he could not help. He had this daft grin on his face like a thirteen year old schoolboy who had just discovered masturbation. I quickly gathered my clothes together and got dressed again. I grabbed my bag, put my purse back in, quickly collected my coat and left. This was going to be the last night I worked in this place. The next day I strode confidently into the bar and walked straight up to Mark. "Morning sexy!" he quipped. "Fuck you!" I responded. "I quit." I turned to leave and took a couple of steps towards the door. "I don't think that's a very smart idea" Mark answered from behind me, stopping me in my tracks. I knew I should carry on walking. Everything in my body told me just to get out of there. But I couldn't let him have the last words. Damn my stubbornness. I turned and walked back to him. "And why would you think that?" "I'll show you. Follow me." He started to walk towards his office in the back. I took a few faltering steps, then grabbed Julie, one of the other waitresses I knew well. "If you don't see me in 5 minutes then come and get me." I followed Mark into his office. He showed me to a seat infront of his desk and gingerly I sat down while he closed the door. "Don't you dare try anything you dickhead." I warned him. "Wouldn't dream of it Emma." I hated it when he used my name. It gave an impression of familiarity which had no place in the relationship between us. "I thought you'd want to see this before you decided to leave." he continued. He placed a portable DVD player on the desk, turned it around to face me and then pressed play. White specs and crazy lines covered the screen as Mark walked around and sat on the edge of the desk next to the DVD player. Finally the noise disappeared, replaced by a picture of the bar. In the middle was a chair. Fear ripped through my body. I knew this was last night. I knew that just off to the right was where I had been tied to the table and taken against my will. But the picture showed none of that, just the chair in what looked like an empty bar. I knew what was going to happen. Mark appeared on the screen, walked over then sat on the chair. A short while later I saw myself, wearing only a garter belt, stockings and shoes, walking over the where he sat. I saw myself kneeling down, opening his legs and willingly giving him the time of his life. No resistance. No force. I was as willing and eager as any woman could appear to be. I looked up at Mark. "OK, I've seen enough. How much do you want for it?" "You want to buy that from me?" he laughed. "Why on earth would I want to sell this to you? It's my insurance policy. Insurance against you going to the police, insurance against you leaving my bar. You're a good waitress and the clients like to have you around. This recording allows me to keep it that way. I'll see you tonight." My heart sank. My head dropped. The bastard. I'd find a way out of this. I just needed time, time to think of how, but I would get revenge. I was interrupted from my scheming as the door burst open. Julie raced in. "Emma, are you alright? "She's fine, aren't you darling." Mark replied. "Yes, I'm OK Julie." I got up and walked past her. "I'll see you tonight." Innocent Waitress? Ch. 02 I couldn't believe that I was actually going back to the bar. After what happened last night I just wanted to leave the area and never be seen again, but I couldn't trust Mark with the movie he had of me and what I did with him. Shit. How could I have let this happen? That bastard. I'd find a way out. I had to find a way out. I'm a smart girl. I could think of something. I walked back in, ready for my shift. I thought things couldn't get worse, but Mark was right there to greet me as I walked through the door, smiling from ear to ear like a kid in a chocolate shop. "Smart thinking." he said. I walked straight passed him. "Bastard!" I uttered under my breath, deliberately so that he could hear me. As I carried on into the staff area I could hear him laughing to himself. I got myself ready then headed into the bar. I expected more harassment from Mark, the owner, but he left me alone. After a while things got a little quiet. Most people had drinks and I was just working at the waitress station, updating a couple of the tabs that were running that night. As I worked on the till I felt someone come up behind me. Mark's hands cupped my buttocks, then started to slide around to the front. "Remember the movie I have!" he whispered in my ear. "Don't mess me about." I knew I had no choice. All I could do was wait, endure, and think bloody hard about how to get out of this disgusting mess. Mark's right hand came over my shoulder and he pretended to be helping me with the till, showing me what to press. At the same time his left hand slipped into the split of my skirt and quickly found its way over my clit. His fingers drew small circles around my nub, occasionally tickling it with his finger nails, flicking it from one side then the other, then sliding his nails down my slit and back again, forcing my panties into the crack of my pussy. I could feel his rock hard cock pressing into my arse. His fingers continued to play with me, concealed by my skirt but otherwise in full view of the occupants of the bar. I could feel my face getting redder and redder as I imagined everyone starring at me enjoying my suffering. Luckily, when I looked around the bar, all were busy in their own conversations and oblivious to my plight. With a flick of his little finger he pulled my knickers out of my slit, leaving me open for his other fingers to delve inside. My wetness told him of the feelings he was stirring inside me. I stood there motionless as his fingers danced in and out of my sex, teasing me, arousing me. I could feel my orgasm building. My breathing started to quicken, and I started to shuffle my legs, trying to coax his fingers to the right places to give me maximum pleasure. Without warning his fingers slid out, leaving me lusting after more stimulation, frustrated by the premature end of my enjoyment. "I need to go out for an hour or so." he said. "Keep an eye on things here for me, and if there's any problems let me know on my mobile." As I turned to look at him he winked at me and then left, as if nothing had happened. My hatred for him grew stronger, especially because he knew how to drive me wild. I couldn't stand how he was able to turn my emotions on their head so easily. After a few minutes the idea struck me like bomb going off. Now was my chance. I quickly got one of the other girls to cover for me for a few minutes and dashed out to the back and into Mark's office. It had to be here. Now I had a chance to retrieve the evidence of last night, to free myself from this nightmare. The frantic search began. I looked through his case, then over the top of his desk. Nothing. I went to the bottom draw of his desk, opened it and rummaged through. Yes! I found the DVD player. My heart was pounding in my chest. I could feel I was getting closer to freedom. Panic ran through me as I prayed I would have time to get the evidence and get out. My hands wouldn't work. I couldn't get the damned thing open. Shit. My frustration grew as it slipped out of my hands, crashing to the floor. Crouching down I continued to fumble with it, finally flipping it open, but it was empty. Fuck. I left the DVD player on the floor and resumed searching his desk. Now I had to take more care as I was looking for something small and flat, easily hidden in the mess of papers that filled the draw. I found nothing, then moved on to the next draw. So it went on, all through his desk. Searching through pile after pile of paper. Nothing. I stood up, confused and furious. If only he had left it in the machine I would have been home and dry. Scanning around the room I saw another small wooden cabinet and dashed over to it. Opening the door I was flushed with a feeling of elation, followed by one of total panic. There was a DVD. There were a 100 DVD's. I started to work through them. Some had writing on, others were blank. I decided there was no way I could search through and find it, so I decided to take them all. I picked up the stack and started to walk to the door. Half way there I realized I had left the cabinet open and had to return to close it. If he knew it was missing I'd never get out of the bar with it. As I pushed the cabinet door shut the click of the cabinet closing was swiftly followed by the click of the office door opening. I spun around, hoping to see another waitress there, but was horrified to see Mark. He closed the door behind him, folded his arms as he stared at me, and started to laugh. I stood there like an idiot, clutching a stack of DVD's to my chest. My heart sank. "Well, well, well, looks like we have a thief after all!" He walked over to his desk, my eyes following his every move. "And now I have evidence!" He threw his keys onto his desk, turned towards me and pointed to the corner of his office. I looked up, and saw a surveillance camera in the corner of the room. I felt like a fool. In a rash attempt to solve all my problems I'd just made them worse. "And the pile of DVD's you have there, are records of our accounts for 5 years. Nothing very interesting, and certainly nothing that will help you out of your little predicament." I was furious, both with myself and with him. Reluctantly placing the DVD's back in the cabinet I headed for the door to return to the bar. "Just a minute Emma." Mark said. "I don't need you in the bar any more tonight. Tonight I'm entertaining a very important friend for a game of poker, and some business, and I need him to enjoy himself. You'll serve us" I was filled with fear. I had a good idea of what he meant with the words "enjoy himself". I had a bad feeling he intended me to serve more than drinks. "Fuck you. I'm not your toy." I said, building into a fury. "You can't do this to me. So, show the tape and I'll accuse you of rape. It will stick with you like a bad disease. You'll never get another waitress to work for you. And as for the tape you made today, show that to who the fuck you want to. I'll just tell the truth, that you were blackmailing me. They may not believe me, but I'll leave enough doubt that you'll wish you'd left me alone" I felt proud of myself for making a stand, but was shaking in my shoes. Mark casually reached into his jacket, pulled out some photographs and then pushed them onto the table, slowly spreading them out. I could see pictures of my house, of my boyfriend, of my parents house, and most frightening of all of my younger sister. Mark then opened a drawer in his desk, pulled out a newspaper and threw it down next to the photo's. I walked over to the desk and looked at it. "Gang Violence Increases" was the ominous headline followed by the leader "Bar owner stabbed 10 times in alleyway assault!" "Let me tell you something," Mark went on. "To run a bar here you need to know the right people, and they are not nice people. Piss them off and you'll be out of business and into the hospital before you know what's hit you." The stark reality sank slowly into my mind. I was so far out of my league I thought I was going to wet myself there and then. "You will make this guy happy tonight. If you don't, then some very bad accidents may just happen." Mark paused for effect, then started to collect the pictures off his desk and put them in the drawer with the paper. Looking back to me he continued. "Prepare the room next door. A quiet game of poker. To be ready in 30 minutes. Oh, and one more thing." He walked over to the corner, picked up a bag and threw it to me. "Something for you to wear. Put them on." I gingerly opened the bag and lifted out the contents. There was a tiny stretch mini-skirt in black, barely 12 inches long, and a top which seemed to be made of almost nothing. I was resigned to whatever lay ahead of me. I put the clothes on the desk, reached behind me and slipped the zip down on my skirt. Reaching a little higher I unfastened the button, slid the skirt down and then stepped out of the material. Mark settled in to his chair making no attempt to hide his enjoyment of my striptease. I gathered up my skirt and threw it into his face, but this just made him laugh. I went to undo my garter belt but Mark stopped me. As I slipped on my new skirt it left a clear few inches between the top of my stockings and the start of the skirt. What a tramp. I stared rigidly at Mark as, button by button, I undid my blouse then shrugged it off my shoulders. I could feel my nipples straining against my bra. With my gaze not leaving Mark in some vain act of defiance, I unclipped my bra and slipped it off my chest, letting my firm breasts relax and freeing my nipples to expand further. I could feel the moisture start to build in my crotch. Dropping my bra to the floor I slipped the new top over my arms, down my chest and over my breasts. The top consisted of a band of material that sat just below my tits. Two narrow straps of material rose from the top of the band and led over my breasts and then around the side of my neck, tying halter style at the back. My entire midriff was exposed and I could feel the cold air on the sides of my tits where they bulged around the edge of the material. Looking down I could see how exposed I was. I felt like a cheap corner hooker. Mark stood up and walked over to me, walking around me an eyeing me up all over. With a firm slap he hit me on the arse. "Go and prepare the room, they'll be here in half an hour" --------------------------------------------- After sorting everything out I waited pensively in the room for Marks "associate" to arrive. Then they came through the door, but not just Mark and his friend, but a whole group of people. Behind Mark and was a very broad man, almost as wide as he was tall. His arms were like other men's legs. His jacket strained as if he was about to burst out like the incredible hulk. He had short dark hair and a dark weathered complexion as if he spent most of his time outside. Mark introduced him to me as Ed. His hands were rough as if he were a manual labourer, but the jewelry and immaculate white teeth painted a different picture. With him were four other guys, two thinner men followed by two who were huge. They came in last and stood by the door. God help anyone who came up against them. Ed walked over and held out his hand. I held out mine and he started to shake my hand, looking me up and down as he did so. "Very nice Mark" Ed said "And what's her name?" I was furious that he didn't ask me directly. He was acting as if I was Mark's property. "Emma." Mark replied. "I caught her stealing from me, but I think she has learnt her lesson. Now she is helping me out" "Stealing?" Ed repeated, never for a moment taking his eyes from mine. "And have you punished her for abusing your trust?" "Let's just say she gave me more than drinks last night." "You are weak Mark. You've got no balls." Ed continued, with a certain contempt in his voice that conveyed clearly that he thought Mark was a long way beneath him. "I bet she got as much pleasure out of it as you did. You need some more discipline." The last comment was directed at me. Before I knew what had happened he pulled me forward, grabbing my hair with his other hand. I fell forward, off balance, as he pulled me over and thrust me face down onto the table. I only just got my hands and arms on the table in time to prevent my face being smashed into the wood. I lay there in shock, petrified about what might happen next. As I recovered my senses I felt my arms being pinned to the table above my head, Ed's hand still firmly in my hair, pulling tightly and causing a sharp pain to weave its way around my head. "She needs to remember who's Boss." He released my hair. I took a deep sigh of relief, then plucked up the courage to peer behind me. I wished I hadn't. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him undoing his jacket, then undoing his belt and pulling it out of the trouser loops. As he held his belt in his right hand I felt him easily lift my skirt over my arse with his left. "NO!!" I yelled. With a sudden sting he brought the belt cracking down onto the flesh of my arse. The pain shot through my rear end. I twisted and turned to get away from this assault, curving my body to get as far from Ed as possible. He shoved his hand between my legs and lifted me off the ground, placing me back down infront of him. "Feisty" was his only comment, followed by a second shard of pain as his belt wrapped itself once more around my cheeks. I grimaced and moaned, but tried to stifle a scream so as not to annoy this powerful man. Again, and then again, he hit down with his belt. I bit down on my lip trying to avoid making a sound as each new line of pain was added across my arse. "You see Mark, you've got to be cruel to be kind." I felt his fingers on the top of my arse, then rubbing over my cheeks, caressing gently where he had just caused so much agony. I started to relax. Maybe he was finished. Without warning he slipped his fingers into my knickers and pulled them down my legs. My whole body stiffened, bracing itself for what was to come. I could feel the cold air on my pussy as he walked around behind me, admiring me from all angles. Then I felt his hand on the small of my back before again his belt ripped into my flesh. Only this time it didn't seem so bad. Not so much force. "Have you learnt anything?" he asked. "Yeah." I said quietly. "Yes what?" he enquired, applying another crack of his belt to my raw backside. "Yes sir" I yelled, desperate to stop this pain. "What?" "Sorry?" Another crack of his belt across my sore arse. "What have you learned?" "Stealing is wrong." Another crack echoed around the room as once more his belt smacked across my bare cheeks, but now it was lighter. "You know your place?" "Yes, I know" "Good" I felt his belt just resting on my sore cheeks, sliding slowly from side to side. I started to relax once more but stiffened again as another and then another blow rained down on my unprotected rear. Another pause, and I realized I was waiting for the next one, not with fear but with expectation. When it finally came, this time just at the top of my legs, I actually enjoyed the feeling. Another blow on my arse and I could feel, without any doubt, the wetness growing between my legs. Here I was, completely at their mercy, being punished, but enjoying it. I felt his hand on my arse and enjoyed the soothing feeling it gave. My arousal grew as his hand neared my pussy, then he slipped two fingers straight in. "See, now she enjoys it!" Ed said proudly. He moved his fingers around inside me, caressing my lips, sliding in and out of my sex. Occasionally he would stroke my clit, causing me to thrust my hips back towards this pleasuring hand. He continued to smack my arse, but this time with his hand. Each blow turned me on, but it was the expectant waiting for the next slap that really got me wet. I desperately wanted to cum, to get away from here and bring myself off, but no chance. "Time for whiskey and poker." Ed announced, pulling away from me and replacing his belt in his trousers. I felt my arms being freed, stood up and pulled my knickers back up, sliding the skimpy skirt back down to cover at least some of my modesty. "Emma, get the drinks." Ed ordered. I quickly did as I was told. I had a new respect for Ed, one built out of fear but also out of the security this powerful man offered. I felt that as long as I was on the right side of him I would be OK. The game went relatively uneventfully. I had started to feel as if my fears were unfounded. There was general discussion about this and that, and the cards seemed to be falling evenly. Stakes seemed high, with £50 being the starting point and most hands heading towards the £1000 level. I seemed to be mostly ignored, and they were all very polite. I caught many sideways glances at me, but no attempts were made to touch me or take advantage of me. After the second hour Mark's luck started to shift, and he was losing a lot of money. "You're in a rut Mark" Ed said. "I've taken enough. Let's call it a night. We'll call my winnings my fee for the lesson in controlling your staff." "Not yet Ed," was Mark's confident response. "I have enough for another hand and I can get even again, don't you worry." The cards were dealt and betting went on as usual. I hoped Mark would lose. It would serve him right and get me out of here. All eyes were on the game as the other players dropped out one by one leaving Mark and Ed. Neither showed any emotion. Mark added his last chips to the pile. Ed then matched him, and raised him. "So, what you going to do now?" Ed said as he stretched back, leaving his cards face down on the table. Mark stared at him, tapping his cards on the table. The sound of his cards was the only noise to be heard. "I'll see you." was his response. "What with?" Ed laughed. "Her!" Mark nodded in my direction and all eyes turned to me. I could feel my face burn bright red, and my skin started to crawl with the heat I felt. Fear gripped me, rooting me to the spot. "Ummm, interesting!" was Ed's response. It didn't seem to occur to him that I would have any say in the matter. Marks words from earlier rattled around my head, so I decided to keep quiet and pray he was holding 4 aces. Ed got up and walked over to me. He lifted up my chin with his hand and stared into my eyes. Then he slowly looked down my body, then back up to my face. "Turn around!" he ordered, and I obeyed. I stood there waiting while he surveyed my back, my arse and my legs. "Very nice." he said as he walked back to the table. "OK, you're on" I looked over to the door, and saw the two giant bodyguards grinning like Cheshire cats. Escape was no option. I could only hope Mark would win. Ed beckoned me over to the table, so I walked across the room and stood next to him. He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close. His other hand held his cards. He looked up at me as he threw his cards onto the table, revealing three tens, a five and a four. All eyes turned to Mark. He stared at Ed for what seemed like eternity, and then his eyes moved slowly to look at me. "Bad luck mate!" Ed laughed. "NO!!" I screamed. Laughter filled the room. Mark looked up at me. "Sorry Emma" he said, before getting up and walking towards the door. "Mark, no. Don't let them!" I pleaded after him, but to no avail. He carried on walking out of the room, closing the door behind him. Ed stood up and turned towards me. He slipped his hand under my chin and raised my head until I was looking into his eyes. He began to slide his hand down my neck, onto the top of my chest and then down, slowly, to the crevice between my breasts. He slipped his fingers over my chest, running them across my silky smooth skin and under the material of my top. Eventually his hand came to a stop, gently caressing my breast. Innocent Waitress? Ch. 02 "I'm looking forward to sucking on these tits of yours." he said. I lowered my eyes till I was looking at the floor. I knew he would take me and I had no choice. "Guys, she's yours for tonight. I have business to attend to, and much as I would like to sink my shaft into this delectable piece of ass, that will have to wait. Enjoy yourselves." I looked up in surprise as he slid his hand out of my top and turned to leave the room. The two men who had been playing poker with Ed and Mark got up, staring longingly at me. "Treat her gently" Ed said as he opened the door to leave, "I haven't finished with her myself yet". He closed the door behind him as he left. "Hey Tony, looks like this is our lucky night" said one of the men as he moved away from his chair and walked around behind me. The two men by the door stood and stared at me, wide grins on their faces, and clear bulges in their trousers, but they were not moving towards me. Clearly they knew that they were low down on the pecking order and would have to wait their turn. Tony got up from the table and stood infront of me. "Emma heh." he said. "Lovely name, lovely face, lovely body. Steve, we are going to have some serious fun with this one" I breathed in sharply as I felt Steve place his hands on my shoulders. He began to slide them up the sides of my neck, then he moved them down. I felt him step up behind me, pushing his hips into me. I could feel his hard cock pushing into my painful buttocks. His hands slid down the front of my shoulders, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me back into him. His arms trapped my arms by my side His hands slid lower, coming to rest on my breasts. He began to paw at my tits, squeezing them, lifting them up, rubbing his palms all over them. My nipples began to push out. He grabbed both of them through the thin material of my top and pulled them out, rolling them between his fingers. He continued to kneed and squeeze them, grinding his cock into my arse all the time. Tony just stared into my eyes, laughing. After a few minutes Steve's hands continued down my front, over my stomach, over the front of my skirt. He slid his fingers over my crotch and onto the bare skin beneath my skirt. He pulled my hips backwards forecefully, pulling my arse into his crotch. Tony stepped forwards, ran his hands over my stomach and slipped them upwards onto my breasts. He continued on up to my neck, slipping his hands round the back and grabbing hold of the straps of my top. One sharp pull and I felt them come undone. He grabbed the straps on my shoulders and pulled the top down. My breasts dropped into view, the nipples standing out proudly. "She likes it!" Tony laughed. He began to caress my breasts. At the same time Steve slipped his fingers into my knickers and started to massage my clit. As one hand teased my growing bud the other slipped lower and eased its way into my damp hole. I tried to pull back, but just ended up thrusting my arse into his rigid cock. Tony raised his hand and grabbed my hair, pulling his fingers into a fist to get a firm hold. He stepped backwards and pulled on my hair, forcing me to bend at the waist as he pulled me forward. I tried to walk forwards but was held firmly from behind. As my head moved towards the growing bulge in Tony's trousers he settled himself on the edge of the table. With his other hand he pulled down his fly and eased his cock out. He pointed it straight at me. I knew what he wanted so I opened my lips and started to slide my mouth down his shaft. I could feel his penis veins on my lips as I took him deeper and deeper. I started to lick the underside of his cock, occasionally flicking my tongue over it's moist head, tasting the pre-cum that oozed from it. I freed my trapped arms. My left hand rested on his leg to support me while my right hand started to massage his cock, helping to pull it in and out of my wet lips. From behind me Steve continued to tease my pussy, flicking my engorged clit and driving me wild. I felt him grab the sides of my knickers and drag them to the floor, quickly followed by my skirt. I then heard the inevitable sound of his zip sliding down. Unconsciously I moved my legs apart, preparing for his entry into my sex. A few seconds later and I caught my breath as he slid straight into my hole up to the hilt. His cock pushed deep inside me, forcing its way up into my womb, nearly lifting me off my feet. Steve took a firm hold of my hips and started a furious rhythm, thrusting deep into me, then pulling out a few inches before thrusting again, hard up into my pussy. Each time he pulled me backwards into his crotch, helping to drive his tool deep into my inner sex. His pumping was relentless. I grabbed both of Tony's legs with my arms in order to steady myself. Tony began to pull my head up and down by my hair, forcing me to suck his cock. I sucked long and hard, trying to draw the cum out of Tony's balls each time he lifted my head. Sometimes he would hold my mouth just above his cock, letting me lick around his head, sliding my tongue along the slit in the end, tasting the dew drops of pre-cum that eased their way out. After I had caught my breath he would push me down again, forcing me to take this length into my mouth, pushing my head down so I had to take him deep into my throat. I felt Steve's hands move from my hips and rest on my shoulders. With one almighty thrust he pushed deep inside me and let rip with his orgasm. As if in competition Tony pushed my head hard down on his throbbing cock and released his seed straight into my throat. I could feel it shooting down into my stomach. Both men shook and groaned as they forced their cum into my body. I could feel their cocks pulsating as the last drops were pushed out. Tony let go of my head and lay back onto the table, breathing deeply. I kept my hands on his legs as his cock fell from my wet lips and lay there limply just infront of me. Steve released my shoulders and slid from my dripping cunt. I just stood there, bent at the waist and gasping for breath, waiting for whatever they wanted to do to me next. I was sure this wasn't over yet. After a couple of minutes passed I looked up, and slowly stood upright. I could feel cum dribbling down my leg. One of the doormen was now sitting on a chair. His cock was out and he was slowly stroking it with his hand. "Come here!" he said, waving me to go over to him. I stepped out of my knickers and skirt which had until now adorned my feet, and walked slowly across the room and stood infront of him. "Turn around slut!" I was stunned when I heard him call me a slut, but turned around anyway. I must be a slut to be doing this, and to be enjoying it so much. He grabbed the back of my garter belt and pulled me backwards. I had to place one leg either side of the chair to avoid falling over. He started to pull me down and eased me onto his cock. I felt his cock slowly push my pussy lips apart, sliding easily into my sex, lubricated by the cum that was slipping out. He sighed as I slid further and further down, feeling him deep inside me. He held me there for a moment, then started to lift me up. I knew what he wanted and started to ride up and down on his solid tool. His hands slipped around to my tits as I rode his hard shaft, He massaged them, pulling on the nipples, twisting, tweaking, rubbing them with his palms. I dropped my head forward, loving the attention my body was getting, reveling in the sexual energy I felt. "Her cunt sure is tight." he announced to the others. A small feeling of pride went through me. I looked up towards the other doorman, who slowly started to walk towards me, undoing his trousers as he got nearer. As he stood infront of me he dropped his trousers and pulled down his shorts. His short fat prick bounced infront of my nose. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, wiping his cock over my lips, down the sides of my neck and over my cheeks. I stared into his eyes as he rubbed a trail of precum all over my face. Finally he applied some pressure to my lips which I opened willingly. I opened my mouth wide to take his fat cock inside. It didn't reach my throat, but stretched my lips as I tried to suck on him. He was slow and sure, easing in gently and then withdrawing, allowing me to tease his cock with my tongue, sucking hard on his tool. I continued to rise up and down on the cock that filed my sex. I knew my juices were flowing heavily now because of the ease with which his cock was entering me. I concentrated on the blow job, and as result sometimes the cock in my pussy would slip out. The guy underneath me would rub it over my arse and my cunt, then slide it back in to my pussy. Each time he pushed deep into me a small groan slipped out of my throat. His hands dropped from my tits and slid down to rest over my clit. He started to tease me, gently caressing my bud with his finger tips, occasionally flicking it, sending jolts of electricity through my body. He traced tantalizing patterns around it, then rubbed it hard and in time with his thrusts inside me. He was driving me wild. I continued to suck hard on the cock that filled my mouth. I put my hands around his waist and pulled him hard into my face, trying to get his cock as far in as it would go, sucking for all I was worth. He slid it slowly out and rubbed it over my lips. I could see traces of my red lipstick around the base of his shaft. I opened wide and reached up to slip it back in. As I did so the cock between my legs fell out once more. Again I felt him rub it over my arse and cunt. He lingered on the edge of my pussy lips for a while. The cock infront of me slid back into my mouth, over my tongue and towards my throat. He held it there and grabbed the back of my head, holding me firm. I felt the cock beneath me slide back along my pussy and then under my arse. Panic filled my body. He hands wrapped over my thighs and he stared to pull me down. I tried to scream but my mouth was gagged. With enormous force my hips were pulled down. I couldn't resist. I felt the head of his cock slide between my arse cheeks and start to push at my anus. I shook my head but could do nothing. I felt the pressure grow and the pain started. I knew this was going to hurt like hell, and I knew I had to relax. I summoned all my strength and just tried to relax, as if I was having a crap. Relax, relax, relax. I felt my arse start to open and gradually he forced his cock inside. I waited for the pain I expected to feel, but it didn't come. The wetness down there lubricated it enough and slowly his cock slid deep into my arse. I was thankful his cock was not as thick as the one filling my mouth. He started again to slide slowly in and out of me, each time pushing a little further in. As I was starting to get used to the rhythm once more the guy infront of me slid his cock out of my mouth. Holding my hair with one hand on each side of my head he pushed my head back and looked into my eyes. "Room for another down there?" he said. I heard the guy behind me say "Sure, help yourself to the front door!" With no apparent effort the guy on the chair stood up, lifting me into the air, still impaled on his cock. He wrapped his arms around my waist to steady me, walked over to the table and lay down on his back, pulling me over so I was laying on my back on top of him, staring at the fluorescent lights on the ceiling, my legs waving helplessly in the air. I felt a pair of hands on my knees, pushing my legs apart. I couldn't believe this was going to happen. As I closed my eyes I felt his cock pushing at the lips of my pussy. With ease he slipped deep into my cunt. I could feel the thin layer of skin between the two cocks that were thrusting deep into me. Both guys started to groan as they pushed their meat into my body. I had expected this sort of thing to be painful, but it wasn't. It was certainly not comfortable, but I found that I liked the pressure I could feel between my legs, two men either side of me, enjoying my body, loving how I was making them feel. I had no fear. I just wanted to make them cum. It didn't take long. The guy beneath me slid his arms around my sides and over my shoulders, holding me tightly to him. He pushed deep inside me and held himself there. He must have been feeling the other cock which was sliding in and out of my pussy, and his groans made me think he was having the ride of his life. I was helpless. I couldn't move. Suddenly he stiffened and I felt his warm seed burst into my arse. He was soon spent and his cock slowly slipped out. It felt like my arse must be a gaping hole after that abuse. The guy infront of me pulled out of my pussy and lifted me off the table by pulling on my top. Once the table was clear he span me around, pushing me down on my front on the table. I screamed, terrified of the thought of his thick cock violating my tender anus. "NO! NO! Please!" I screamed. Luckily he thrust back into my pussy, leaving my arse alone. Before I knew it another cock was pushing away at my lips so I started to suck on that. The guy behind me pounded away at my sex, holding onto my shoulders and thrusting into me with all his might. Occasionally he would grab my hips and speed up his rhythm, then return to a slow steady pumping while he hung onto my shoulders. Sometimes he would smack my arse with his hand, laughing as he did so. Each time was painful, but I loved it. His pace began to quicken and he grabbed my garter belt. A few more rapid thrusts and he shot his load deep into my pussy. I have no idea how long I was there, but cock after cock appeared before me and got my best blow job treatment. Each time someone came in my pussy he was replaced by another. Orgasm after orgasm ran through my body. After a while there were no more cocks infront of me. The final guy came in my pussy, slipped out and they left me gasping on the table. I heard them get their clothes back on and leave the room. I slowly dragged myself off the table and crashed backwards into a chair. On the floor were a few cards, scattered infront of the chair where Mark had been sitting. The rest of the pack were scattered on the other side of the table. As I focused on the cards I saw Marks final hand. The bastard. Three Jacks. Innocent Waitress? Ch. 03 A week had gone by and all had been quiet. I was filled with dread each night as I drove the short distance to work at the bar, but nothing happened. Mark left me alone, apart from a few sarcastic comments, but he didn't touch me, he didn't try anything with me, he just let me do my job. If anything it was more frightening than before. What was going on? Why no follow up? He knew he had me right where he wanted, but he wasn't taking advantage. My body had finally recovered from the ordeal last week. I had a tough time explaining to my boyfriend why I didn't want to do anything with him, but I couldn't let him see the marks on my body. If he went ballistic he could end up getting himself hurt. He wouldn't realize who he was dealing with. I had been shopping all day, and was running a bit late for my shift at the bar. I had just finished getting ready, grabbed my coat, slipped my shoes on my feet and headed for the door. Just before I got there the phone rang. It was Mark to say I needn't work tonight because he already had enough staff there. He said he'd make it up to me with some overtime over the coming weeks, then hung up. I had a bad feeling about his idea of overtime. I just stood infront of the phone, confused, trying to work out what was going on. I nearly leapt out of my skin when the doorbell rang. Quickly gathering my thoughts I dropped my coat on the chair and headed to the door. My heart sank as I looked through the security viewer and saw Ed standing there. I knew there was no option but to open the door and let him in. So, that was why Mark had let me have the night off. I opened the door and Ed strode in as if he owned the place. He looked me up and down slowly as I closed the door. When I turned to face him he had a wide grin on his face. "Well, it's nice to see you again." he said. "Emma, isn't it?" "Yes." I said. "I hope my boys treated you well last week. From what they said you certainly gave them a good time." I just stood there, looking into his large eyes, terrified of what might happen, but strangely secure that he was here with me and I knew nobody could hurt me while I was with him. The events of last week flashed through my mind, sending a shiver up my back. He pointed toward a door. "What's in there?" "The living room" I answered quietly. He walked passed me and into the room. I followed him a short distance behind, relieved he hadn't just asked where the bedroom was. I turned on the light as he went further in and looked around. He paused infront of the fireplace, looking at the pictures on the mantelpiece, holding up one of me in a gorgeous red ball gown. "Very nice. Very nice" he repeated. "You have a body that every red blooded man would desire and lust after Emma. You're a lucky girl. You can go far with a body like yours." I resented what he was implying, but knew he was right. I had used my body to get me things in the past, and I'm sure I would do the same in the future. Guys are simple people, and easy to manipulate if you have the right tools. "Get me that chair from the hallway" Ed commanded. I quickly turned and went to get it. Damn. He already had me exactly where he wanted me. I was at his command. Picking up the chair I went back into the room. He had removed his jacket and laid it on the armchair beside the fireplace. I paused and looked at him. "Right here, right in the middle" he instructed. I walked to the centre of the room and placed the chair infront of the fireplace, in the middle of the three sofas that made up a square in the centre of the room. He turned it around, so the back was towards the fireplace, and sat down slowly. "So Emma." he went on. "Let's see what you've got. Entertain me. Stimulate me. Pretend you really want me. Show me what you would do to excite me. Show off that fabulous body of yours." I just stood there paralised. My mind went blank. What could I do? What? How? I just couldn't think of where to start. My mind flashed back to my boyfriends last birthday. That would work. YES. That would make him happy. The elation of having had an idea of what to do soon gave way as I resigned myself to the fact that he would take me. Right here, right now, and I would just have to get on with it. I walked slowly around to his side, dragging my hand up his chest and over his shoulder, then standing behind him and massaging his firm solid shoulders. He was tense, but I managed to get him to relax a bit. I leaned forward and pressed my breast into the back of his head. I could feel him pushing back against them. I continued my walk around him, dragging my hand across the back of his neck, deliberately brushing his arm with my hip, moving my arse from side to side as I walked. Returning to stand infront of him I placed a hand on each of his shoulders, leaned forward and kissed him slowly on the mouth. His tongue pushed straight between my lips and started to toy with my mine, licking the roof of my mouth, licking the insides of my teeth. I felt his hands grasp the outsides of my legs, then he ran his hands up my legs, onto my thighs, and then up further to my chest. He began to massage my breasts as we continued our long passionate kiss. After a minute or so I pulled away from him, as much to catch my breath as to escape his clutches. He didn't resist, obviously keen to see a show. I stood back a few steps and, holding my arms above my head, started to rotate my hips infront of him as I slowly turned around. As I turned to face him I could see the bulge in his trousers growing steadily. His eyes roamed over my body, spending most of their time on my tits. I bent down slowly towards him, my head back, looking into his eyes, so he could see down my cleavage. He stared intently at my breasts, a narrow grin as evidence of his enjoyment. Flicking my head back I stood upright, then continued my slow circles infront of him, all the time moving my hips, showing off my arse, running my hands through my hair. With my back to him I stopped and slowly bent forward, giving him a great view of my arse. I felt his hands reach forward and touch my arse cheeks, squeezing and pawing at them before giving them a hard slap and leaning back in his chair. Turning once more to face him I slid my hands down my face, down my neck and onto my blouse. I slid down to the top button, which I undid slowly, all the time keeping my hips gyrating, always staring into his eyes. "You must be a pro." he laughed, leaning back and clearly enjoying my performance. I continued to move down my blouse, undoing each button slowly and seductively. Turning my back on him I looked over my shoulders and slipped the blouse down my back. Pulling it out of my skirt I dropped it on his lap. Bending my knees and rolling my hips I slowly squatted down, then grabbed the back of my skirt and released the button. Holding on to the zip I stood up slowly, easing the zip down as I stood up, sliding the skirt over my knees and then letting it go to fall on my feet. I placed my hands on my thighs and bent forward slowly at the hip, showing him a clear view of my panty clad pussy between my legs. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, wiggling my arse and giving him a long look at my mound. Standing up and turning to face him I walked gently towards him in my best catwalk style. As I got right infront of him I placed one leg either side of the chair, took two small steps forward and sat on his lap. Looking down I could see his hard stiff cock bursting to get out of his trousers. Placing my hands behind his neck I pulled his head forward, burying his face in my cleavage, rolling his face over my tits. His hands rose up behind me, seizing my back and pulling his face further into my breasts. Moving my hands behind me I quickly release my bra, sliding it down and throwing it across the room. He now had full access to my tits, licking them and biting them, playing with my nipples with his tongue. I'd lost control, and now he was driving things. He pulled me tightly to him, squashing my tits with his face, taking large mouthfuls of my mounds and sucking hard, pulling them away from my chest. I knew he would do what he wanted, so I lifted my hands and rested them on the top of my head, letting him take his time as he ravaged my breasts. Finally he was done and he leaned back, not taking his eyes of my tits which now glistened with his saliva and sweat. Reaching behind his neck I pulled myself up so my crotch was just infront of his chin. I knew I was getting wet down there so he must have been able to smell my aroma. I bent his head forward so he could inhale the smell, then raised my leg and rested the heel on the chair so he could get a good view. Stepping over his lap I walked back infront of him, turned my back to him, grasped the sides of my panties and began to bend slowly at the waist. As I bent forward I started to pull them down, inching them slowly over my hips and down my legs. I stepped so that my legs were about a foot apart, giving him a clear view of my pussy as the material of my panties was pulled from the crevice between my legs. Once they were around my ankles I reached up between my legs and started to play with my pussy, teasing him. I pulled at my lips, eased my fingers in and out of the folds of my sex, then pulled my lips apart so he could see my treasure. His restraint was amazing. He just sat there, enjoying the show. I knew I would have to keep working at him. I couldn't get him to take over and take the lead. Standing up again I turned towards him, raised my hands under my breasts, lifting and cupping them, then dropping gradually to my knees at his feet, never letting my eyes deviate from his. Placing my hands on his knees I pushed his legs apart, shuffling forward as I ran my hands up his legs, moving ever closer to his stiff shaft, desperate to escape its confinement. I rubbed his cock through his trousers with one hand while with the other I eased the strap of his belt out of the trouser loops, the same belt that had painted red stripes across my arse only days ago, that had brought me totally under the control of the man sat infront of me now. I unfastened the buckle, then opening the button I grabbed the zip and slid it slowly down. I was now staring rigidly at his cock. He lifted himself of his chair so that I could slide his trousers all the way down to his ankles, then I quickly grabbed his shorts and dragged them down as well. As his cock was freed it rose up to its full height, solid as a rock. Shuffling forward a bit more I bent my head forward, then start to kiss the base of his cock, all the time keeping my hands on his thighs, resisting the temptation to touch his powerful member. I continued to kiss him all over his cock, licking up from his pubic hair all the way to the moist tip, then kissing my way back down again. I pulled at his skin with my lips, even able to move his cock around simply by sucking on it then moving my head. His hands stayed fixed at the side of the chair. Slowly I slid my hands over his thighs and under his balls. As I continued to kiss his cock I started to massage his balls, rolling them between my fingers, pulling at his ball sack, teasing them and rubbing them. As my hair fell down over the sight of my oral onslaught he lifted his hand, pulled my hair back into a pony tail and held it there with one hand, making sure his view was clear. He didn't apply any pressure or force my head in any direction, just held my hair out of the way. I continued to play with his balls and lick up and down his cock, now shiny and wet with my saliva. Reaching down further I took one of his balls into my mouth, sucking on it while my hands now slid up and down his shaft. I thought I was doing a great job but he showed no signs of arousal other than a stiff cock and a small bit of liquid in a little droplet at its end. I continued to suck, moving from one testicle to the other then back again until his pubic hair was matted and wet. Pausing to catch my breath I moved up slightly, pulled his cock away from his body then slid him all the way into my mouth, deep down into my throat. My lips nuzzled into his pubic hair. My hands were now back on his thighs as I started to slowly suck him. His hand continued to hold my hair, but never forced me down. I made sure to start slowly, sucking hard and making him feel each time I slid my lips down his cock, then back up again, pulling at the skin all the time. My tongue was running around his shaft, licking off the pre-cum as soon as it appeared. I increased my speed gradually, and started to get into a rhythm. I found a fairly quick speed which was quite comfortable and really went at him, sucking for all I was worth I was desperate to please him, but after several minutes of this he didn't seem to be any more aroused than before. What would I have to do to make this guy cum. I'd be exhausted before then, and I didn't want to displease him. As I went to take him deep once again I was suddenly held back by my hair. I looked up at him with surprise. "You suck cock like a pro." he laughed. My heart sank. He thought of me as a common whore. Maybe that was what I had become. A sex toy, a play thing for the mob, a piece of meat they could use when they want and then move on to the next slut. "But you're better than that, don't get me wrong." He went on. My hopes lifted a bit. I looked up into his eyes. "I have high hopes for you, and plans. I like a girl who knows when she has to do something and doesn't fight the inevitable. That shows brains, and I can use brains. But with brains comes thinking, and that can be a bad thing for me, if you get what I'm saying." "Yes" I responded, not really sure what he meant but it seemed the right thing to say. "I thought you would. Like I said, you got brains. Don't worry about Mark. He's a prick. He has his uses but there aren't many, and he's not disciplined. He's got big ideas, and I don't like people in my organisation with big ideas. I like people who do what I say, when I say it, and who like it that way. If anything is going to change I change it. If someone else wants to change things I change them, if you know what I mean." This time I had no doubt. It struck fear into my heart. All I could do was nod my head a few times. My power of speech was gone for the moment. "Good. I like you. I like you a lot. Now fuck me." He released my hair and leant back in the chair. I didn't know what to do. A hundred positions ran through my head. "I think you'd be more comfortable on my bed" I said, hoping to solve my dilemma. "I'm sure I would." Thank god he agreed. I quickly freed his trousers and shorts, bundled them up in my arms and led the way to my bedroom. As I walked he gave me a sharp slap on my arse. Once in the bedroom he lay face up on the bed, put his hands behind his head and looked at me. It was clear he wanted me to fuck him, not the other way around. I placed his clothes on a chair, then walked to the end of the bed. Pushing his legs apart I climbed on the bed on my knees, inching forward until I could reach his cock with my head. He was a little deflated now so I went to work with my mouth once again, sucking him off and making him rock hard once again. It didn't take long and soon he was ready. I climbed over his lap and, looking down into his eyes, grabbed his cock and placed it at the entrance to my sex. I gently lowered my body onto his hard throbbing cock, guiding it in then running my hands through my hair as I slid all the way down his shaft and felt his pubic hair on my shaved pussy lips. I rolled my hips around as he filled my pussy, gyrating on him and making him feel my warm sweet sex. Rising slowly off the bed I let his cock slip out of me until it was about to fall out, then slid him all the way in once again. My slow rise and fall started to gather pace as my juices eased his passage in and out of my cunt. He lay there passive, making me do all the work. I could feel my breasts bouncing up and down as I rode his stiff cock. His eyes followed my tits, occasionally looking up into mine. I loved the feeling of his cock filling my pussy. I relished every inch as I dropped down on him. I wished he would start to thrust his hips, that he would take control and start to bang into me, hard and fast, but he didn't. I tensed the muscles in my pussy, trying to grip his cock, trying to give him the ride of his life. He must have taken hundreds of girls like this, but I wanted to be the best. I wanted him to want me, to love me and to protect me. I didn't want to fail him and be cast off. I dropped my hands to his cock and used them as well, forcing him into me while playing with his balls, doing all I could think of to drive him on and make him cum. I dropped my hands to his thighs and quickened my rhythm. Sweat was pouring from my brow as I continued to thrust up and down on him. I wished I had blown him for longer so that he would have come quicker, but I just had to keep going. I leaned forward onto his chest, flexing my hips so that my pussy continued to fuck his cock, all the time staring into his eyes. Then I sat back up and picked up more speed. I was relieved as his hands moved from behind his head and grabbed my thighs, he force me down with immense strength then erupted within me. Shot after shot of his hot cum were fired into me, his cock pulsating as he came. As his shaft began to deflate and the pulsating died down he looked at me and laughed. "You are one hot fuck Emma." He said. He let go of my legs and pushed me to one side. I was exhausted and collapsed onto the bed. He got dressed, then started to look in my drawers and cupboards, rummaging through my clothes. I just watched him, curious about what he was doing. Finally he found my underwear, held up a few items and looked at me, then carried on. Eventually he pulled a dress out of the wardrobe and threw it at me. "Put this on!" he commanded. "I need a shower first, can I?" I asked, and reluctantly he agreed. He waited while I showered, then watched me slip into the dress. It was a very sexy number, a black strapless dress that just reached to mid thigh. Down each side were large diamond shaped cut-outs, clearly showing that I was not wearing any underwear. "Make yourself pretty." he continued, watching me all the time. I tied my hair back, then put on my makeup. When I was done I stood up, walked infront of him then turned slowly around so he could see me clearly. "Very nice." he went on. "I'm tempted to fuck you again, but we have other business to attend to. Follow me." I grabbed my bag, and started to walk after him. "Forget that!" he said. "If you need anything then I'll give it to you." I dropped my bag on the bed and followed him out onto the street and into his waiting car. He rested his hand on my knee as we headed off into the city. I felt uncomfortable, so exposed in that tiny dress, but I felt incredibly safe. There was no way anyone would try something with this man here. "What do you think?" he said I turned to him to reply and then realized he was talking to his driver. "Very nice boss." was the reply as the driver looked at me in the rear view mirror and nodded his head. "She's one hell of a fuck," Ed went on, " and she certainly knows how to give great head." My face went bright red. I couldn't believe he was saying these things about me and I was right there next to him. This driver who didn't even know me a few minutes ago now new far more than I would have ever wanted him to. "Gorgeous body too." He said looking across at me. "And tits that defy gravity." I looked out of the window, trying to hide my embarrassment. "Want to see them?" The driver looked in the mirror again. "Sure boss, if it's OK with you" Innocent Waitress? Ch. 03 "Hey, you know I look after you. Emma, show him your tits." I couldn't believe it. I looked at Ed, hoping he would laugh and say it was a joke. "Go on, get them out for the guy. You'll need him sometime, so you got to treat him well. Build up some credit." I knew I had no choice, so I reached up and pulled down the top of my dress, revealing my breasts to the driver. Ed reached across and felt each one in turn. The driver kept looking in the mirror. We came up to some traffic so he was able to get a good long look at me. "Very nice boss." I lifted the top of my dress back up, covering my chest once again. My nipples stood out for all to see. The car pulled over outside a club. Ed got out, walked around the car and opened the door to let me out. He may be a nasty guy but he was a gentleman in some regards. I followed him into the club. We walked through the main club and out towards the back. Many people were looking at me down their noses, as if I was tonight's dish of the day, yet another cheap piece of skirt for his amusement. I felt so low, so pathetic. I just prayed it would soon be over, but I trembled at the thought of how long he would hold this over me. I started to think of how I could escape this nightmare I was in. We walked down a small corridor at the back of the club, then into a dimly lit room. There was a small desk in one corner which Ed settled himself behind, thumbing through some letters and papers on the top. I just stood in the middle of the room, watching him, waiting for what would happen next. There were a few chairs around the edge of the room so I started to walk over to one to sit down. "Stay there." He commanded, without even looking up. I just waited in the middle of the room. A slow tick-tock sound came from the clock on the wall, counting the seconds by one by one, painfully slowly. My mind started to wander, then I was snapped back to reality by a sharp knock on the door. Ed called for them to come in and the door opened. A stream of guys started to come into the room and fill the seats that were there. One of them stood infront of the desk, ignoring me completely. The others were looking me up and down, wry smiles starting to form on their faces. I nervously shifted my weight from foot to foot. It was as if I could feel their gaze crawling over my body, running over my tits and my arse. I avoided their eyes and just looked at Ed. He looked up at the guy infront of him. "How did we do?" "We did good. Got 40% more than we were expecting" "Any problems?" "None that can tell the tale" "What do you mean, none that can tell the tale? What went wrong?" "Nothing we couldn't handle. Someone rumbled us near the end. While we frightened them Steve sorted their brakes. They were in such a hurry to get away they smashed into a wall at 60. Dead on the scene. Totally looks like an accident" "You better hope they think it's an accident or you'll be the one having a fucking accident. Got it?" "Yes." "Good. Anyway, right now we have the money and, in theory at least, no problems. You did well, you deserve a reward." Panic ripped through my body. Shit, so that's why I'm here, and I've got nowhere to run. I knew I wouldn't stand a chance. I looked around the room. 8 guys, all staring at me, all wanting their reward. I looked at Ed, panic in my eyes. The guy infront of him turned slowly and looked me up and down, sending shivers up my spine. "Get Mary in here." Ed ordered. One of the guys quickly disappeared out of the door. OK, so now I was going to share this nightmare with some other unfortunate girl, but at least that would mean I would only have to reward half the guys. A minute or so later the guy returned with a young girl coming in after him. "Stand next to the blonde" Ed instructed. The girl was very pretty. She was quite curvaceous and had long brunette hair which came down as low as her arse. She had the most enormous chest and was getting some very appreciative looks from the guys. I hoped they would rather be with her than with me, then maybe I'd have an easier time of it. After all, guys like girls with big tits. Ed leaned back in his chair. He looked around the room. "Sparky, move your chair infront of the brunette and sit down there, facing me. Shrimp." Ed stopped as I started to laugh nervously. Here I was, scared to death, adrenalin racing round my veins, fearful of these hardened criminals, and then I find out they've got names like Shrimp. I couldn't help but laugh. "What's so fucking funny?" Ed asked me. Instantly I lost my sense of humour and looked at him in fear. "Sorry" "What's so fucking funny Emma?" he insisted. "I'm so sorry." I went on. "I just didn't expect anyone here to be called Shrimp" "Heh, heh. I guess I'm not surprised. He used to work on the boats. North Sea. Caught shrimp for a living. Name just stuck. Now say you're sorry." I took a deep breath, desperate not to mutter even a giggle as I said his name. "Sorry, Shrimp" "That's Mr Shrimp to you, bitch." said a guy as he got up, and picked up his chair. He looked at me all the way as he walked infront of me, placed the chair down and sat, facing Ed. We all looked at Ed. I looked across at the brunette who did the same to me, then we looked back at Ed. I didn't see fear in the other girls eyes. She had a look of determination, a competitive stare as if we were boxers about to fight. This just increased my nervousness. I thought I would wet myself there and then. "OK." Ed went on. "Girls, the first one to blow the guy infront of you and make him come can leave. The other is tonight's reward." I stood there frozen, I couldn't believe what I just heard. The other girl must have known what to expect because she was off like a rocket. Within seconds she had the guys cock out and dropped her head, sucking his cock for all she was worth. The guys all cheered. Like an idiot I was still frozen to the spot. I finally came to my senses and dashed round to the front of Shrimp, dropping to my knees infront of him. I started to wrestle with the buttons on his jeans, but it took me forever. Then I went to undo his belt. I could here the sound of the other girl sucking for all she was worth. She was masturbating the guy with her hands while shoving her mouth back on forth on his cock like she was a sowing machine at full speed. I finally got the buttons undone and fished Shrimp's stiff cock out of his trousers. Instinctively I paused before thrusting my head forward and taking him deep into my mouth and throat. A roar echoed around the room as I started to give Shrimp his blow job. I started to play with his balls, jerk at the base of his shaft with my hand and suck for all I was worth. I ran my tongue around his cock, flicking the head with the tip of my tongue to try and get him to cum. I needed him to get horny. I reached up and dragged the top of my dress down so he could see my tits, even play with them if he wanted, hoping that would get him to come faster. He just leaned back. I was working on his cock as hard and as fast as I could, but he didn't seem to be getting anywhere near coming. I tried to deep throat him but was so rushed I ended up choking myself. Everyone laughed at me as I coughed and spluttered, still jerking him off with my hands but desperately trying to catch my breath. The other girl was still firing away on all cylinders. I stopped coughing and went back to work on his cock with my mouth, sucking like I had never sucked before. It seemed to go on for ages, and nothing I could do would make him get any nearer. I heard the guy next to me start to moan. Shit, she was winning. His moans got louder and louder. Panic gripped me. I tried to go faster but couldn't. Before I could think of anything else a big cheer went around the room. I looked across and the brunette was leaning back, her mouth open and a white pool of cum was sitting on her tongue. She turned to Ed so that he could see, then she made a big show of tilting back her head and swallowing it. I couldn't believe it. I'd lost. All the guys here were going to have their way with me, and I just had to lie back and take it. My attention was drawn back to Shrimp as he pulled my head into his crotch again. "Finish what you started, bitch" he said. I knew I had no choice. Reluctantly I continued with my blow job. This time I was slower, no need to rush. As I started up my rhythm on his stiff tool I felt myself being lifted up by the hips. My dress was quickly pulled to the floor and I felt someone standing behind me. Shrimp held my head to his crotch so I couldn't move, then a rock hard cock was pushed straight into my pussy. The guy behind me slammed into me, forcing my head into Shrimps lap. I felt his balls slap against the inside of my thighs. I felt Shrimp slide his fingers into my hair and then get a firm grip of my head. He started to control what I was doing, lifting my head, then forcing it down onto his cock, forcing my nose into his pubic hair. As I tried not to gag he lifted my head once more, then repeated the same thing again and again. I had lost any control, and now he was forcing my mouth up and down on his cock. He started to push his hips forward, thrusting in time with his movements of my head. He was fucking my face for all he was worth. It was all I could do to stay standing as I was pulled all over the place by the two guys who were fucking me at each end. I was shocked as suddenly my feet were lifted off the ground. To try and stabilize myself I wrapped my legs around the back of the guy behind me. He held me up and continued to pound into me, pulling me backwards in time with his thrusts, pushing as deep into me as he could reach. The pace was frantic. I was desperately trying to catch my breath, to avoid choking on the cock that was filling my mouth. I tried to use my tongue and lips to get some kind of suction, hoping that he would shoot his load at some point soon. It seemed like we'd been going for ages when he pushed my head down and held it there as his cock shot hot streams of cum into my mouth. Some of it made it down my throat, but most was slipping back out and down his slippery shaft. I felt my mouth full of his cum. "Clean up the mess!" he ordered. I started to lick up the cum that had burst out of my mouth, licking and cleaning his cock while still being pounded from behind. I felt my hips being pulled tight to the guy behind me, then his cock pulsed as he came inside me. I started to get my breath, as he slowly lowered my legs back down so once again I was standing on the floor. I was totally confused so stood up to try and get some bearings. Shrimp was slipping his cock back into his trousers. The guy behind me was still half way in my pussy, holding onto my breasts as he finished shooting the last dregs of his orgasm. All the other guys in the room were staring at me. A couple had their cocks out and were gently stroking themselves. I fell forward as the guy behind me pushed me away, then he picked up my dress and wiped his cock with it, cleaning himself off. I just stood there and waited. I knew there was more to come, and escape, or any attempt at it, would be futile. I wasn't waiting long. I was grabbed by the hair, dragged over to the desk and pushed down face first. I felt my hair being pulled back into a kind of pony tail, lifting my head off the desk and straining my neck. A guy walked around infront of me. My eyes were at the same level as his crotch and I watched as he slowly eased down his zip and slipped his cock out. He took a step forward and automatically I opened my mouth and took him inside. I couldn't move my head much, but he just rocked back and forth, slowly fucking my mouth. I could feel his cock sliding slowly over my tongue, pushing slightly at the back of my throat, then sliding back out again. Occasionally he would rub my lips with his cock, coating them with a combination of my saliva and his pre-cum. There was a loud smack as someone's hand slapped into my arse. My scream of pain and surprise generated a ripple of laughter from the guys around me, which was followed quickly by another slap, and then another. I squirmed to get away but was held firm. First on one cheek, then on the other, the guy behind me started to paddle my arse. He paused for a moment, then another series of smacks left a trail across my buttocks. I could feel them growing sore. Each strike was more painful than the last. I was so glad it was just his hand and not a belt or something else. There was another pause and as I waited for the next smack I felt a cock slip easily into my soaking wet pussy. The cum that was dripping out of it easily lubricated his entry. He used my hair to pull himself into me, rocking my head back and forth and adding to the blow job I was giving to the guy infront of me. I felt a hand on my left breast, teasing and pulling at it, pulling the nipple, then twisting it. I tried to turn way but couldn't as the assault on my tit continued. I put my left hand up to try and get away, but my wrist was caught and before I could resist he dragged my hand to his cock. I knew what he wanted, grabbed hold of his thick shaft and started to pump away. This must have distracted him slightly as he began to treat my breasts much more gently. I felt my right tit being squashed against the desk as I was rocked backwards and forwards by the guy behind my. Infront of me all I could see was a mound of pubic hair moving to and fro. I could feel the hard cock sliding in and out of my mouth, the rhythm gradually quickening. Another few smacks rained down on my arse. The guy behind me was laughing, enjoying what he could see infront of him. The assault continued on and on without any break. I was exhausted, and despite all efforts to summon some strength, some sign of resistance, I just couldn't. All my will was slowly ebbing away. I was a piece of meat now, their toy for the night. I thought about Ed, about how he had used me but I had trusted him, then he had put me through this. He knew I wouldn't win the challenge, he just wanted to play games with me. And what could I do. I knew that if I didn't obey him it would just get worse. I was being humiliated and fucked to exhaustion, but they weren't hurting me, other than a few slaps on my arse. At least my arms and legs were still intact. I was snapped back to reality as the guy behind me slammed into me with tremendous force then shot a torrent of cum into my pussy. It felt like a water balloon had burst inside me. I felt his hot cum slipping out of my hole and running down my leg. He stayed there for a moment, then seemed to be pulled away and pair of cold hands were placed on my buttocks. My hair was now free and I could start doing a more thorough job on the guy infront, trying to get him to cum, trying to shorten this ordeal. I felt a couple of slaps on my arse, then I felt someone rub my legs. He cupped his hand and drew it up the inside of my thighs, collecting a pool of cum in his palm. I felt a firm hand in the small of my back, pushing me down strongly. I nearly burst into tears as I felt him smear the cum all over my anus. He repeated the process a couple of times, making sure my sphincter was fully lubricated, then he started to open it up by inserting first the end of one finger, then slipping that in a little bit before adding the tip of a second finger. The thought of the imminent pain made me panic, but what could I do. I was totally stuck, immobile and with a stiff cock down my throat. I resigned myself to my fate. "C'mon, whore." I heard from behind me. "Open up and let me in. You must have been fucked up the arse before, you know what to do. Relax this son of a bitch or I'll rip you open." I felt myself tense as I heard his words, then focused with all my might on relaxing my anus. Slowly the movement of his fingers felt easier, then he slipped them out and I felt his cock pushing at my sphincter. The pressure grew slowly and steadily. I kept my focus, forcing my anus to relax, and gradually I felt him start to enter me. It was very slow at first as my sphincter opened up, but suddenly he shot into me, thrusting me forward. The pain was enormous. I felt totally exposed now, more so than before. I was so violated. I disgusted myself. How could I be doing this? How did it come down to this? I felt the cock in my hand start to spasm and hot spurts of cum landed on my hand and wrist. The guy I had jerked of got some stick from his mates who called him a lightweight and a virgin. I was just relieved that I had satisfied one more guy and my ordeal was getting closer to its end. Nobody replaced the guy who I had just jerked off. Clearly they wanted a piece of my pussy or my mouth, and probably my arse as well. I drifted into a trance like state. I could feel myself being fucked at both ends, but it was as if I was slightly out of my body. The sounds were slightly muffled, blurred into one mass of sound with no distinct voices. An image flashed through my mind of what I must look like, face down over the corner of a desk, being fucked in my arse and my mouth, my arse red and sore from the spanking I got earlier. It was if I was watching myself from the corner of the room. On and on it went. Different guys entered me, came and then they were replaced by someone else. I was rolled over onto my back, still on the desk, and still being fucked in my mouth and my pussy. My arse was left alone for a while, which was a big relief. I stayed in a trance-like state for what seemed like hours. Then, gradually, things went blank. I woke up on the floor of the room. Opening my eyes I could see a guy above me. His face was red and sweat poured from his brow. I could feel myself being jolted in time with his movements, and realized that this guy was fucking me. I could feel his cock slipping in and out of my pussy. I felt no resistance at all, and could feel my arse in a pool of liquid. Wet squelching sounds were coming from my pussy as this guy shoved his cock in and out of my pussy like a piston. I had no idea what the time was, or how I had gone from the desk to the floor. I had no energy to move my arms or legs, I just lay there and let this guy pound away at me. I could feel the dried cum caked over my face. As I ran my hands over my body I could feel trails of cum all over me. I let my head shift from side to side. The room was empty now except for this one guy. I assumed he was lowest on the food chain, the last one to get a piece of the new girl. His eyes closed, his cock stiffened a little more and he shot his load into me, grunting and groaning as he did so. He paused for a few moments, then rolled to the side. I just lay on the floor in a pool of cum and sweat. At last it was over. My arse ached, my pussy was so sore, my tits were marked and painful, but I was alive, and it was over. It was over. The guy beside me got up, walked over to the other side of the room and picked something up. I got a surprise as something hit me in the face, then I realized he had thrown my dress at me. "Put that on." he said "I've got to drive you home."