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by Lauren Chase


  “What are you going to do to me?” She whimpered, leaning against the cold pole, unsure if her legs were really ready to support her weight. One of the staff members walked over to her, brushing his hand over her breast. His warmth in contrast to the cold air and metal and cement that she’d been in contact with made her breathing ragged, and she was shocked to feel her snatch dampening again even after all the abuse she had taken. He seemed to take pity on her though, his expression softening.

  “Just keep you here until we finish cleaning up, then one of us will take you home if you don’t have a ride. But damn you’re fun to play with. We didn’t want it to end too soon.” He pressed his lips against hers with bruising force and she pressed her body against him as best she was able with her hands bound, grinding her hips against his. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, and she knew she tasted like cum and who knows what else. Their tongues slid across and around each other, until finally he pulled away with a breathless grin. “You really are up for anything.”

  “Anything and anytime. But I do have class sometimes. Not today though.” She murmured, leaning into him and tilting her head up, hungry for another kiss, another touch.

  “Well we won’t mind the company if you hang around past closing again. We would all love another show.” His voice was low, his breath hot in her ear as his teeth grazed her earlobe, catching and tugging lightly on the soft flesh until she moaned. She pressed against him, savoring the rough feel of denim and soft t-shirt cotton against her naked skin.

  He shuddered slightly, his hands dropping to grab her hips, fingers digging in slightly as he kissed his way down her neck, darkening the marks already there. He stopped as he reached her shoulder, taking a deep, ragged breath though she could feel his eagerness growing even so short a time after their previous fun.

  “I’m Logan, by the way.”

  “Leah. Nice to meet you.” She replied automatically. Logan laughed, stepping back from her and waving to the other staff members.

  “It was our pleasure. Are we done guys?” There were a few yells from around the room and he untied her from the pole. The bartender walked over her and handed her a stack of clothing that she recognized as her own. She dressed with shaking hands, the process taking forever as they gathered around her, watching and touching. Even after her skirt was on, she felt one of their hands slide up her thigh, rubbing gently at her sore and abused cunt. Fingers brushed over her sensitive clit, the sensation enhanced by the rub of fabric until she had to grab Logan’s shoulders to keep from falling, arching her back and spreading her legs slightly to present her eager sex to the hands that were toying with her.

  “Once more, please?” She whispered, trailing her hand over Logan’s fly. His eyes darkened with lust and she felt her panties being tugged aside, fingers roughly plunging into her gaping cunt. She shuddered and moaned, and then Logan’s hands were guiding her hands to his fly. She slowly peeled the zipper down and popped open the button, eagerly taking his already hard shaft between her swollen lips.

  She took her time this time, since he wasn’t just rawly fucking her throat. She lingered over his flared had, swirling her tongue around the tip and prodding gently into the tiny slit until he threw his head back and groan, his hands tangling in her cum sticky hair. Slowly she slid her mouth down his length, tongue bathing his skin, tasting salt and cum and her own girl spunk on him. About half way down she paused, bobbing slowly up and down, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, milking him closer to climax.

  Then from behind her the fingers pulled out and someone’s cock shoved home. While still rough, it was a more leisurely fucking than she’d received before, slow and deep. He took his time, no longer pushed by frantic desire or anger but just pure attraction, slow and smoldering. She gasped and moaned low in her throat, sinking down on Logan’s shaft until she couldn’t take any more. She bobbed her head, still sucking, lips pressed in a tight seal around his rod. The friction was lessened by the coating of saliva from her active tongue so she slid along his cock easily. It was a luxurious eternity before the thrusts into her cunt began to become erratic and she doubled her efforts on the cock in her mouth.

  She looked up through the strands of hair that had fallen in her face, gazing adoringly up at him. She could tell he was holding back, teeth grit against the pleasure. Abruptly he pulled out of her mouth just as hot seed flooded her inner passage. His hand worked frantically along his own shaft, slick from her spit, until he groaned and jets of the sticky fluid splattered on her face and into her eager waiting mouth. The man behind her slowly tugged her panties back into place and she was handed a rag. She held it as she straightened slowly, reluctant to clean herself up. Logan smiled as he refastened his pants.

  “Come on Leah, I’ll give you a ride home. I think we’ll see you again soon, right?” She nodded, a slow but eager smile curling her cum splattered lips. She couldn't have escaped them before, but now she was sad to leave.

 

 

 


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