1. The Chain: Link 6


    Date: 10/9/2014, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    her, scooping and scraping about inside. “Are you enjoying yourself, Dickie boy?” Basher said. “Yeah, guv, I am,” Dickie replied, twisting his fingers round inside Tess. Her pussy responded by clenching hold of Dickie’s fingers, as if refusing to let them go until… Until what? Could she really come like this? As if willing herself on, Tess went down a little deeper on John’s cock, sucking hungrily. Maybe she could will herself if she was just a little more… active. On the other hand, Dickie’s fingers might be more than enough, the way he was working them inside her. None of her other men had been this rough with her, and she was vaguely thinking that she wished they had been. Now if Dickie would only touch her clit… No sooner the thought than the deed. John’s cock flew out of her mouth as she twisted her head to let out an enormous moan. Any moment now. “You’d best stop what you’re doing,” the cabbie said. “We don’t want her cumming just yet.” Why not? Tess wondered. She felt cheated, but she couldn’t stop Dickie and John from moving away from her. Instead, at Basher’s command, she walked on hands and knees to the thing that was indeed a mattress, buried beneath layers of textiles. When they reached it, Basher rattled the chain and said, “On your back, facing the drapes. Spread your legs!” Tess wondered what was coming. Perhaps Dickie or John was going to get on top of her. At the moment she wouldn’t mind that, even if she was still feeling doubtful about the whole thing. ...
    After all, they’d been at work on her, and brought her close to a climax. They might as well finish the job. Anything else would be unfair. She got in position, looking hopefully at the two male figures who had used her thus far. Then she was distracted by a whirring, and realised that the drapes were moving. Surely not? That would be unbearable. “You’re nowhere near any kind of limit,” the cabbie informed her. “Whatever you might think.” “Stay where you are!” Basher ordered. It was a superfluous thing to say; Tess felt paralysed. She did managed to close her legs as the drapes parted, revealing the pedestrian street outside. Or at least what she could see of the street. Most of the view was blocked out by a large group of men. Behind them, across the street, was another clothes shop that she recognized, but it was the men she couldn’t stop staring at, just as they stared at her. “Isn’t that nice,” Basher said. “Every man you’ve ever fancied in some small way, but never got to do anything about it.” He paused. “And every man whose ever wanted to screw you, but never got the chance.” It seemed to be true. Tess recognized most of them, not all, or perhaps she didn’t remember. Some were probably men who had tried to pick her up at some time. She spotted her ex-husband’s best friend, her own friend’s son Sam, Professor Evans from work and many more. Then she couldn’t look any more, feeling more ashamed than she ever had in her life, laying there in the shop window, naked before ...
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