by Bridy McAvoy
“Shhhhhh…”
One hand was disengaged from behind her and moved to cup her chin, tilting her face away from his chest so that he could look into her eyes. The other still held her still by its gentle pressure in the small of her back.
“It’s ok, Allison. This is what Chris wanted remember.”
She sobbed slightly as his face slowly lowered to hers. Unable to look into the face of the man holding her scantily clad body in the warm sunlight but at the same time unable to look away she closed her eyes. His lips brushed hers. She sobbed again as he moved his face slightly away from hers.
“No…”
This time anything else she might have said was lost as his mouth met hers. As his lips nuzzled and moved against hers, his hand began to move down her back. She didn’t try to pull away, so the hand that had been cupping her chin to lift her face to his, now moved down and around to join its compatriot. Both hands now moved down toward the upward swell that was the top of her cheeks of her bum.
The thought that this was something Chris had wanted, that Chris had planned, was working on her resistance, lowering her barriers as she felt her own body respond to the stimulation. She wasn’t sure if it was the gentle way he was now kneading her ass, or the gentle pressure of his moving lips against hers, or the fact that she was so scantily clad in front of several other men as well, something that had never been true before. Her body was responding and her resistance was crumbling. Almost of their own volition her hands, up to now dangling helplessly by her sides, rose to his shoulders, not to push him away but to hold him close. Her lips began to move in response to his and as his mouth opened and his tongue flicked out to lick at her lips she allowed her own mouth to relax open and accept the invader.
Accepting the surrender, the cessation of resistance, Charles moved onto the next phase of the plan Chris had hammered home to him over several visits. Letting go of her delectable posterior he weakened the kiss and gently broke it before taking a step back from her. Allison was bemused, and her eyes opened. Now she realized why he had moved as she could see four pairs of eyes devouring her body, encased in enhancing rather than concealing red lace.
“Oh…”
She panted for breath unable to summon the strength to bring her hands up to cover herself.
“I think it’s now time Allison.”
“What… Oh…”
The gesture he made could only be interpreted one way; Charles was expecting her to complete the disrobing herself. Her mouth opened in disbelief at the realization they were expecting her to strip for them.
“Chris wanted you to do this Allison.”
She looked into his eyes, unsure of what she was looking for. She could see a mixture of unbridled lust and compassion as her own thoughts and emotions roiled within her. Slowly her hands rose from her sides almost of their own volition. She looked straight into his eyes as they met behind her back at the single clasp of the lace bra.
“Are you certain this is what he wanted?”
“Certain, Allison, now strip. We want to see your body; we want you to show us your tits and your wet pussy. We’re all ready to fuck you! Strip!”
The sudden change in his demeanor unnerved her for a moment. The choice of language brought on a shudder in the midst of which she popped open the bra clasp. She panted, aware that his description of her state of arousal was correct. Her nipples were rock hard and her pussy dripping wet. Her eyes were wide open, almost in astonishment, as she slipped the bra straps off her shoulders and allowed the lace to fall to the ground between her and Charles. She made no attempt to cover herself as she felt the pressure of four sets of eyes feasting on her pert charms.
“Now your panties, Allison. Show us your pussy.”
She shook her head no, but her hands were snaking down her sides, to hook her thumbs into the waistband of the single piece of red lace that covered her, her final piece of flimsy modesty. The panties slid lower and lower as she brushed them off her hips. Finally gravity took over as she let go and they feathered down her stocking clad legs to land on her black court shoes.
Daintily she lifted first one foot and then the other clear of the scrap of lace and unconsciously stood there with her feet slightly parted, knowing that this would show the men the glistening trail of her own arousal as it slowly wet her thighs.
Allison, turn around and face the rock. Now lean forward and grasp the handrail.”
She did so, panting in both excitement and anticipation. In her mind she could hear how Chris had once outlined his fantasy of stripping her and placing her in this precise position before entering her from behind. Now she heard the sound of a zip being lowered and realized that Chris had told Charles of that precise fantasy. She shifted her legs further apart, and then felt a foot against the inside of her own nudging and urging her to spread them wider. She knew that this bent over position showed off her breasts to advantage and that from directly behind her, her pussy would be fully visible.
Not any more as she felt something hard and hot press against her outer labia.
“Oh God, no… this isn’t right… No!”
He thrust forward and her already warm pussy engulfed him as he slid in to his fullest extent, her body’s reaction and her involuntary moans giving the lie to her previous statement. He paused for a moment savouring the experience as she almost inaudibly moaned against him before shoving her ass back to ensure that he was as buried inside her as possible.
Finally with a sigh he slowly pulled out and away, feeling the inner walls of her pussy grip him as if to prevent his withdrawal. Just before the tip of his long penis exited her swollen cuntal lips he reversed direction and just as slowly pushed himself back into her. This time her moan was much loader, loud enough for all four men to hear. Again he paused at the point of deepest penetration before slowly extracting himself again.
He began to thrust forward and backwards inside her, not quite withdrawing each time before pushing it back in to the hilt, with each forward stroke the speed and pressure used increased until she was almost constantly moaning. Interspersed with the wordless sounds coming from her gaping mouth could faintly be heard.
“No… No…”
But there was no way of stopping the inevitable now, and her own body’s movements gave the lie to her words as she quickly reached a shatteringly intense orgasm a couple of seconds before Charles buried himself inside of her and screamed out his own passion. She could feel the head of his dick expand and knew he was past the point of no return. Incredibly, despite her own orgasm only barely subsiding she could feel another one building. As the first blast of his juice hit the back wall of her vagina her scream joined his as he filled her with his cum.
As her breathing slowed she looked around and realized that the three pall bearers were still there. Each had undone his flies and each was stroking their cocks in their hands as they watched their leader sensuously pillaging of her body.
One of them had taken the moment to grab a blanket from the boot of the car and spread it on the ground just behind the fornicating couple. As Charles disengaged and as his cum flowed down her legs, she allowed herself to be led over to the blanket and positioned there on all fours.
The car driver now dropped to his knees behind her and without speaking a word to her, thrust his own engorged penis deep into her already saturated cunt.
“Fuck! That feels so good!”
It was the first words she had heard from him all day, and his broad Scottish accent seemed somehow wrong to her ears but she didn’t have the time to finish the thought as he began to rapidly saw his engorged dick in and out of her. She didn’t have much time to reflect on or relish this particular onslaught as events continued to unfold at a rapid pace, too fast for her to object. Not that she was about to.
The rapid pounding on her sopping, leaking vagina was pushing her rapidly towards the brink of another orgasm when one of the other still suited pall bearers now dropped to his knees in front of her.
Her mouth was already open, gasping for breath with the continuing exertions and there was no barrier to the young man as he grasped his erect shaft and pushed the tip down to point directly towards her open mouth. Alison’s eyes opened wide as she realized his full intent but she was in no way able to stop him even should she have wanted to. With a sigh he pushed his hips forward and the large bell end entered her warm wet oral cavity with no resistance.
“Ummpphhh!”
She was trying to talk but there was no intelligible sound coming from her. Charles watched closely for any sign of distress from her but the way her hips kept pounding back against the driver’s thrusts in perfect counterpoint told him she was not in any form of distress. As she drove forward in preparation to push back against him once more she was now also taking more of the other guy’s penis into her mouth. Even if she had been able to take him into her throat the position would have rendered that impossible but he was still getting the blow job of his life as the young woman continued to rock back and forth between the two men.
Such an erotic display wasn’t conducive to letting him last very long and the warmth and wetness of her oral cavity together with the ministrations of her tongue whenever he withdrew until only her lips were touching him was enough to bring him off.
Long strings of sticky semen were fired into her throat, something she had never allowed Chris to do. Feeling the hot sticky gloop burying itself deep within her mouth caused her lips to clamp around the intruder in a vice like grip. Her sucking action milking him of every last drop; Charles was amazed at the way her cheeks hollowed as she applied the maximum suction she could.
The sheer nastiness of what she was doing was enough to bring her to her own climax and she relaxed enough to allow him to withdraw. She hardly noticed as the fourth man took the other’s place at her head and plunged his own stiff rod into her open mouth whilst the driver was continuing to pound on her luscious ass although his increasingly noisy groans told all present that he was getting close to the point of no return as well. Allison quickly re-established her rhythm between the two men and began to climb toward yet another orgasm, her forth or was it her fifth as they too began to reach their own climaxes.
Five minutes later it was over and the four now spent men were adjusting their formal suits as the naked Allison lay panting on the blanket, totally drained.
“Allison. You need to put these on.”
She looked up in confusion to see Charles handing her a set of black underwear. Underwear she recognized, her own and much more demure than the ones she had so recently and so sluttily discarded.
“Pat smuggled them to me for you. You need to get dressed now. You are needed at the wake.”
* * * *
Forty minutes later a radiantly smiling Allison was chatting to her guests at her husband’s wake. They all thought how brave the young widow was to smile like that, one of her late husband’s last wishes being fulfilled.
They were blissfully unaware that his real last wish had indeed been fulfilled. Allison shared a conspiratorial glance with Pat and thought about the card safely tucked inside her bra. The one Pat had handed to her on her arrival confirming that Chris had indeed very deliberately set it up.
Fantasies Incorporated: The Service
By: Bridy McAvoy
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Copyright © Apr. 2009, Bridy McAvoy
Cover Art Copyright © Sep 2009, Brightling Spur
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The Service
“How much?”
“I’m sorry; the total bill comes to seven hundred and seventeen dollars and forty cents.”
Vanessa felt her knees going weak, she clutched at the greasy counter top for support, her face veering from the pale of shock to the red of rage and back again.
“I don’t believe you. That’s impossible.”
“Look I can understand your feelings about this Ms. Wilkinson, we kept the cost down as far as we could, but a new clutch and flywheel is an expensive fit. Bob, I mean Mr. Wilkinson told us to go ahead with it, and he said you would settle the account when you collected the car.”
“But over seven hundred dollars…”
Steve, the garage foreman, just shrugged, and then pointedly glanced up at the clock over Vanessa’s head. Vanessa lapsed into silence, her mind reeling from the shock of the bill and the even clearer fact that she didn’t have enough money in her purse to pay it.
“Did you tell him how much the bill was?”
“No… at that point we didn’t know ourselves; until we finished the job; but I did tell him it was going to be expensive. Do you have a problem here?”
Vanessa flushed slowly, the way she nervously bit her lip was answer enough. She knew the other two mechanics were watching from the other side of the garage, obviously wanting to get away, to get home.
“You could come back for the car tomorrow… I could get one of my lads to drop you home if you’re stuck.”
Vanessa shook her head.
“My husband is out of town for four days, he flew out this morning… He’s got the check book with him. Damn! I need the car!… Wait, if I ring him, can you take a credit card over the phone?”
Steve shook his head sadly,
“I’m sorry; we don’t have CNP status here.”
Vanessa looked at him quizzically.
“CNP?”
“It means cardholder not present. We can only process a card by imprint, not over the phone, sorry. We do all our business face to face you see.”
He smiled at her.
“Look I’ll get Andy to drop you home and you and your husband can come and collect it when he gets back. I won’t even charge you storage for the four days.”
Vanessa shook her head, still trying to find a way out of her predicament.
“No… I need the car tomorrow, for definite. I’ve got to go out of town and I can’t hire one at short notice. Please let me take it. We’ll be in on Saturday to pay, I promise.”
Steve pointed a hand over his head at the large prominent sign hanging there. Strictly Payment First. It read like some kind of death sentence to her.
“More than my job’s worth lady, my boss will have my head if I don’t enforce that rigorously. He checks the cash register every morning when he comes in, and he won’t budge on that rule. Sorry. My hands are tied.”
A sudden thought struck here
“How about if I left you my ring? This engagement ring cost over two thousand dollars?”
Steve shook his head,
“I’m truly sorry lady, but I’m no jeweler. I wouldn’t know a two thousand dollar diamond from a fifty cent piece of cut glass. I have to put cash in the till, or a check or a card receipt. Sorry Ms. Wilkinson, I got no other choices you see.”
She sighed; there was no way out of this.
“I suppose I’ll have to take that lift then. Thanks.”
Vanessa turned to walk away.
Steve had covertly been admiring the pretty long haired blonde throughout the conversation. The other mechanics had been admiring the rear view too which as she turned he was now treated to as well. Fashionably dressed in a tailored business suit, the skirt above the knee and cut tight she did present a very nice aspect f
orm front or rear.
“Well… There is one possibility I suppose…”
Vanessa turned back, hope flaring in her eyes; quickly dissipating as she saw his eye line was directly connected to the area just below her waist.
“What?”
Steve continued to look at her, his eyes travelling the whole length of her. As the lewdness of his gaze transmitted to her brain she slowly flushed.
“… What I was thinking was if you have got some of the money, maybe the lads and I could chip in the rest for you…?”
“And why would you do that?”
“We hate to disappoint our customers. We like them to be satisfied.”
The emphasis he placed on certain words left her in little doubt about what he was suggesting and her embarrassment grew.
“What exactly do you mean?”
“Well, how much cash do you have on you?”
“I’m short by about three hundred dollars.”
“So if Andy, Mike and I put in a hundred dollars each then the bill would be covered wouldn’t it?”
“And then you’d let me pay you back Saturday? Won’t your boss object to that?”
“He won’t know, so he won’t object, and no we wouldn’t want you to pay it back on Saturday.”
“When then?”
Steve looked at her, coolly, levelly and stared her out; as her eyes dropped he answered the question.
“Now.”
Her eyes came back up; blazing but deep down Vanessa already knew the answer. Knowing what he was proposing.
“How?”
He smiled at her, his arms folded across his chest. His hands and face smeared with grease, his overalls filthy from the job he did. Behind her she could sense the other two had approached to within a few feet. She felt a shiver of apprehension run down her spine but at the same time realized it was something more too.
“How do you think?”
His voice seemed to have taken on a different timbre, somehow deeper but gentler too.
