The Poor Man's Girl (The Girls) (2 page)

“Sandra, Sandra, Sandra,” he said, “How does it feel to have you partner, the love of your little life, sell you to three dirty old men for the night?” She didn’t answer but lifted her head and glared at him.

“Less of the old thank you very much!” Simon said. He pulled a plastic garden seat up next to Sandra and sat down appreciating the warmth from the fire. Deano didn’t quite know what to do with himself so opted for hovering round like a dog with a lost bone.

John looked down at the petite, pale woman and felt himself stiffen at the thought of all the places he would be sticking his cock into very soon.

“Snow white, that’s who you remind me of! Little Miss Snow white who’s going to get herself a real good fucking tonight … while the old man watches from the kitchen window.” Sandra didn’t reply but maintained eye contact with him. John got a kick out of that, her look of pure poison.

“You should have married a real man,” he continued the taunting, taking a large swig from his beer can. Deano laughed and John’s irritation grew.

“What would you like me to do to you?” John asked as he stood in front of her. She remained silent staring into his eyes.

“Come on Snow, you got to work with me here! You got three men and your arse is all paid for right! So … What would you like me to do to you?”

She shifted her weight over to her other leg but still said nothing.

“We have ways of making you talk,” Simon said, joining in the one way conversation. She remained fixed on John. Somewhere above she could hear the engines of an aeroplane and wished she was on it, getting as far away as she could from her reckless husband.

“What if I bite a nipple, would you talk then?” John asked.  No reply. “What if I make you choke on my cock, would that make you talk?” Sandra remained silent. Deano walked over and pushed his fingers through her hair and holding up a handful of it to his nose, he sniffed it.

“Still nothing hey Snow,” John said shifting his focus to her lips. Full and red they looked delicious. Deano used his index finger to trace down the side of her face, drawing a path down her cheek, her neck, her collar bone and to the top of her breast. She stood straighter.

“I know what’ll make you talk Snow!” John said. Sandra watched Simon as he pulled out his iPhone and held it in front of him, filming the trio. Deano pulled down a bra strap and freed one of her breasts. Small and white with a dark erect nipple he pulled at it hard. She squealed.

“What if I put a finger up your arse? That going to make you tell me what you want to do?” John continued. He moved behind her. She stiffened. Deano bent down and used his tong to flick at the hard nipple. She watched him and her stomach tightened in anticipation. She could feel John step up behind her, pressing himself into her back. He was warm and smelt of old beer as he rubbed his rough face against the side of her face.

“Fingering hey, will that help?”

He slid his hand over her hip and pushed it down inside the front of her tiny panties feeling her warm wetness.

Deano pulled down her bra and was kneading both her breasts together as Simon stood up and brought the phone closer to get a better angle for the camera. John could feel her weaken against him as he shoved a finger inside the slippery folds of skin. She was wet and ready and yelped when he pushed it up her.

“Nice titties,” Deano said as he carried on the kneading process, “You suck them?” John clucked at the stupid question.

“You gonna tell us now Snow, come on,” Sandra remained silent.

“Bet if she did speak, she’d be telling us to blow this joint yeah!” Deano said looking at the breasts he was kneading. “Perhaps she should stay the fuck quiet?”

Marie was sat bolt upright in her chair watching the whole show unfold right in front of her. The woman Sandra. The beautiful Sandra, humiliated, used and about to be fucked by three dirty men. She could feel herself getting wet just sitting there, her wine glass empty and feeling drunk as butterflies fluttered deep inside her.

John shoved Sandra down onto her knees, her hands tightly bound behind her. “You gonna fuck us all good you hear.”

“Stick out your titties,” Deano said. Sandra pushed her chest out as she had been told. If she was obedient, perhaps they wouldn’t be too hard on her Sandra had thought.

“Good,” Simon said, “Would you like my cock?” He unbuckled himself with one hand and used the other to hold his iPhone’s camera on the woman’s chest. She didn’t reply.

“Think that’s a no!” Deano laughed.

“Hey,” John yelled and waited for a moment. “Andrew, you got any toys?”

A second later Andrew came out looking worried. His wife was kneeling on the ground with her chest stuck out as far as she could, doing her job.

“Keep the noise down,” Andrew said clearly flustered. “We got neighbours round here who poke their nose into business they shouldn’t, you know what I mean!” Simon nodded but John just shrugged. “You got toys or what,” he repeated unconcerned, “a dildo or something? I can’t get the slut to talk.”

Andrew shook his head and decided against looking at his wife again.

“Fine, suppose I can improvise I guess,” John said. He undid his belt and slid it loose from his jeans.  Andrew spun on his heels and went back inside, not wanting to watch any of the show.

“Open your legs,” John said. She looked up confused. He used his foot to tap her thighs, forcing her to shift on apart her knees, widening the gap.

Deano pulled the strings of her panties up forcing them to dig deep into her slit, skin parting either side. He could smell the wetness of her cunt. He pulled up harder and she winced as the material dug into her deeper. “Like that do you or are you too busy thinking about my cock in your mouth?” Deano asked lecherously.

He pulled at her nipple and John stood back a little and swung the belt at her pussy. She yelped, almost losing balance. “Like,” Deano said pulling harder at her tit. He grabbed her jaw. forcing her face up to look up at him. “I’m the one you want to keep an eye on yeah?” he said, pulling harder.

The belt made contact again and this time she did lose balance, toppling backwards and unable to break the fall with her wrists in handcuffs.

“Poor little Snow,” John said looking down at her. “Was it too much for you? You going to talk to me now?” He grabbed her elbow and pulled her up to her feet. 

“More spanking I think,” he said returning the belt to his right hand. “Stick out those little bitty titties for me again.” Sandra as before, did as she was told. A moment later, his black leather belt was slapped across her white tits, leaving large red marks and this time, she screamed out in pain.

“Please.”

“Please what?” John asked glad he’d finally got her to speak. Her voice was husky and she had a Northern accent. He loved Northern girls. “Please stop,” she said, looking him in the eyes.

“Ah bless,” John replied, turning around to face the other two, “she wants us to stop. Guess she don’t know what owning her pretty little arse means, isn’t that right?” he said directing the question back to Sandra. She remained silent. He looked down at her chest, distracted for a moment.

Picking up the belt again, he whipped her titties. She let out a weak scream this time, seeming to manage the pain better. Deano slid her panties down and she stepped out of them. He picked them up and held them to his nose.

“Smells like cunt!” he said. Sandra couldn’t stand this gawky man with oily black hair combed and gelled tightly back onto his high forehead. Deano cupped his hand over her exposed, clean shaven pussy as John whacked her tits again. He pushed a finger inside and could feel her hot wetness. He had a sudden and urgent desire to get inside her but knew he had to hold off a little longer. If he had been on his own he would have spent himself more than once by now.

He pushed his other hand between her arse cheeks, brushing against her handcuffed wrists. He felt his way to her opening and pushed his middle finger inside her tight hole. “Owwh,” she moaned, her head going back.

John stopped the belt and cocked his head to one side as he watched the naked woman moan with one finger in her arse and another inserted deep inside her pussy. Simon held his phone up to her bald cunt. “Try three fingers!” he said.

Deano nodded and stuck in another two.

“Owwhh,” she said again, longer and more urgent this time.

“Look boys, Snow’s getting a little excited with all the attention she’s getting tonight. Aint that just so sweet. Bet your old man doesn’t do this for you, does he?” John asked his voice a little higher. He could feel his blood course faster through his
veins. He unzipped his jeans and pulled down his boxer shorts. A large pink cock hung limply. He looked down at himself and with this free hand began stroking it.

“Is he bigger?” he asked Sandra, “Bigger than me?” Sandra understood he was comparing himself against her husband. She looked down and with widening eyes, shook her head.

“Big, aint it,” he said as he looked at himself with pride.

“What is this, a ‘who’s got the biggest dick competition’ or something? Seriously man, grow up,” Simon suggested.

“Owwhh!” she said again, her eyes closed in pleasure.

Simon pushed her back down back to her knees and Deano, his fingers still inside her, went down with her.  With one hand holding the phone on Sandra’s chest, Simon pushed his slack jeans down and freed his cock. It was long and hard.

“Open up wide Snow,” he said, moving the phone to her face. She pushed back but Simon used his other hand and grabbing a handful of hair, pushed his cock into her mouth.

“Come on, you’ve got to give me what I paid for right,” he said pushing himself deeper into her mouth. She choked and tried to pull back but his hand held her firmly in position. She couldn’t budge an inch. Sandra noticed he wore a Rolex which looked odd considering he was about to fuck her in her own back garden. Surely he could have afforded himself some high class hookers and had them all to himself. She couldn’t help but wonder why he’d chosen to do it like this.

He pushed harder and she wanted to retch as she fought for air. Deano had two fingers in her arse and she was finding it unbearable. John watched from the side as Simon continued to film her. She was a little stunner. He could see Simon’s cock stretch the inside of her cheek every time he shoved himself down her throat.

“You film all of them?” John asked.

Simon laughed. “You want to see the ones of my wife! She’s the most fuckable thing you’ve ever seen!” Simon replied. Deano pulled his fingers out and pushed his trousers down.  Shuffling behind her, he spat on his cock and spread the saliva along its length.

He parted her tight arse cheeks and pushed in his cock. Once it found her tight hole, he had to hold his cock to guide it in. As it broke through the first inch, she let out a garbled scream as she tried to push herself away from him. He grabbed her hips and pushed her back down onto his cock.

She was trapped between them, unable to move away from either cock, one down her throat and one working its way up her arse. “Think she’s a bum virgin,” Deano said, surprised at how tight she was. He was finding it difficult to get into her.

“Probably is! Being married to that dickhead yeah. How would he know what to do with a woman like this?” John said, stroking the side of her face while he massaged his cock.

Deano put a hand round each of Sandra’s tits and used them to bounce her up and down onto his hard cock. He pumped her arse hard while Simon fucked her face.

John picked up the leash and gave it a gentle tug. “I want her cunt,” he said to Simon.

“So do I,” Simon replied, “think we can share?”

John smiled, “Think we can fit three cocks up Snow?”

Simon shrugged. He was looking at the picture on the phone. He would call this video ‘The poor man’s girl’. Only useful for fucking!  He slapped her face and pulled his cock back a little.

She let out a moan as she tried to catch her breath back. Deano was squeezing her nipples between his thumb and index fingers as he panted like a marathon runner behind her, hard at work.  A moment later he let out a small cry as he shot a load full of cum up her arse, unable to hold on any longer. Simon didn’t wait, pulling her up by her hair. “Get up slut.”

Deano slipped out of her as she was pulled up and dragger away from him. For a moment she was free of cock, free of being pumped. Her legs were stiff and her arms uselessly bound behind her back. Getting up was a struggle in her heeled boots.

Simon sat down on a short wall that separated the concrete patio from the weeds, and pulled the woman forward, forcing her to stand in front of him. “Open wide,” he said. She parted her legs slightly and he noticed how much they shook. She was taking deep gulps of air and he could tell she was turned on. Her cunt was right in his face, her pink lips swollen. He switched the flash on and opened her slit with two fingers before taking a photo.

“One for the Mrs,” he laughed before shoving it inside his shirt pocket. No one said anything. Simon was the one who usually led these little trysts and the other two just followed. He slapped her cunt and she moaned again.

“Sit on me,” he said massaging his cock still sticky with her saliva. She looked down. The leash tightened around her neck suddenly as John tugged hard. “You heard your punter Snow, sit.”