The Poor Man's Girl (The Girls)

by S R Vicente

  “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.”

  She parted her legs and tried to sit down on him, her arms useless and the leash tight. Simon pushed a hand against the small of her back and guided her onto him. She was soaking wet and slid straight onto him.

  “Owwh, owwh,” she moaned, louder and deeper this time throwing her head back and closing he eyes.

  “Bitch really likes it,” Deano said. John got behind her and guided his cock inside her used arse. She moaned again and again, unable to keep quiet. Deano stood there, his mouth wide open and wishing he was still inside her. She bounced up and down between the two men, moaning loudly, crying, wriggling and squirming on two cocks.

  John pumped her roughly and was out of breath within a minute. Sweat dripped from his face. He could feel Deano’s slimy cum squirting out of her tiny arse. Simon was using her tits, forcing her to bounce up and down on him. He liked her smell and the tightness of her cunt. He slapped her face and she squealed just how he liked it. The two men moved with perfect rhythm as they pumped her holes for a long time. It seemed that they could both hold back for as long as they liked.

  It was Sandra that couldn’t.

  She arched her back and Simon could feel her muscles tighten around his cock while she cried out in pleasure. She arched her back forwards, forcing herself down onto him as she tried to take it more of him. He slapped her tits and she cried out. John felt her quickening and felt his own blood rush to his cock like a bullet, making his uncomfortably sore. He shoved it up her harder to try reduce the burning feeling and could feel the other man’s cock in there too. She was breathless and moaning in pleasure.

  “Fuck me,” she said.

  “What do you think we’re doing, having fucking tea?” John said behind her, his grip on the leash tightening. She gasped, her toes clenching and her head bent backwards as a flood of pleasure flowed from her cunt, through her body causing her muscles to tense, becoming like stone. She burst into tears as she came, loudly crying out in a combination of pain and ecstasy.

  Simon was stunned at the power of her orgasm. He felt her heat down on his cock and found her pleasure irresistible as he held onto her tits, wanting to stay inside this tiny thing forever. Snow White was so tight he thought. He couldn’t hold back any longer after watching her cum all over his cock, her cries concentrating his own pleasure.

  He kissed her neck lightly and for the first time, felt something sincere towards this woman, sharing a moment of pleasure and tenderness. John grunted behind her and Simon watched him, as he pulled away, finished. Simon had her all to himself.

  He felt the blood flowing through his ears and his cock was incredibly hard, it felt like rock. He let go, pushing her up, lifting her into the air as he did. Simon held onto her hips tightly as he ejected his seed deep inside, panting and sweating. Fucking her had been pretty rough work.

  She clung to him and he felt a sudden real pity for her. She was still sobbing as he finished himself inside her. “Can I have another go?” Deano asked, looking at her naked arse. Simon laughed looking up at the man, “You really think you could get that tiny thing back up again? Hardly seems worth it” he said sarcastically.

  He could see the kitchen light switch on and knew they didn’t have long left. There were on a schedule. Perhaps another group of men would be round to spend some special time with her. He didn’t like it. What Andrew was doing, farming her out like this, it didn’t seem right and as she continued to straddle him, her arms wrapped round his neck, he started working out possible plans to get her out of here. A woman like her didn’t belong in a place like this. He felt somehow responsible but it was awkward. His wife wasn’t going to like this idea.

  “Give her here,” he heard a woman whisper. Simon opened his eyes and looked up into the face of a woman he had never seen before. She was young with long, sweeping red hair.

  “Snow white and Rose Red, it’s like a fucking fairy tale isn’t it?” John said smirking.

  “And you’re the bad wolf right,” Marie said, unimpressed. Sandra looked up at the uninvited guest.

  “I can be whatever you want me to be baby,” John replied, a smirk on his round face. “Good,” Marie said sounding quite angry, “can you do invisible?”

  His grin disappeared as Marie put her finger over her mouth, motioning them to be silent.

  “Who’s got the keys?” she whispered.

  “Her husband,” Simon replied. “Fuck that!” Marie replied. She put her hands under Sandra’s arms as she tried to guide her off Simon’s lap. Sandra stepped off him, happy to be led away, cum dripping from her cunt and arsehole.

  She let Marie guide her without question. John stepped forward to say something but Simon got up and immediately put his arm across, stopping him from going any further.

  “Let her go,” he whispered as he watched the two women disappear, “He doesn’t deserve her.”

  He couldn’t help smile at how this had worked out. He wasn’t going to get himself into any bother with the Mrs after all.