She wrapped her arms tightly around her
body, hugging herself for warmth against the icy wind that swept across
the estate. Her thin dress moulded itself to her curves as she trotted
beside him, trying to keep up with his purposeful strides. They walked
across the cracked and potholed car park, past the burnt out hulks of
torched cars and into the dim and filthy lobby of the tower block. In
the piss-stinking lift he glanced across sharply at her and she
hurriedly arranged herself into his preferred position, hands clasped
behind her back, head bowed, eyes lowered to the ground. He ran his
fingertip down her cheek and under her chin, smiling to himself.
He
made her walk ahead of him into the flat. It smelled of smoke and stale
lager, its ragged curtains shut against the watery sunshine, the
sitting room lit only by the wide television screen which showed the
flickering image of a vacant-eyed, baby faced Californian blonde,
smouldering amateurishly at the camera as she took the latest in a long
line of cocks in her cum-drenched arse.
As her eyes adjusted
to the darkness, she looked nervously around the room, taking in the
sullen, predatory faces of the men. Some were pinched and angular, lean
and sly products of generations of poverty. Others had the smooth,
cultivated musculature that spoke of prison gyms. One was gross and
unshaven, his blurry eyes a testament to the half-empty vodka bottle at
his feet. Another scratched his armpit lazily, releasing waves of his
sour, unwashed aroma.
A narrow-eyed, shaven headed man leapt
to his feet and strode across to her, standing too close and breathing
into her face. She lowered her eyes submissively and he laughed a sharp
bark then reached down and hauled the hem of her dress up and over her
head, tossing it carelessly aside. She gasped and instinctively her
hands flew to cover her breasts, squashing them against her body as she
looked over her shoulder. She saw him settle onto the dirty, faded
sofa, leaning back and watching her with detached curiosity.
At
the ‘click’ of metal her head snapped back, eyes front, staring
horrified at the glinting flick-knife the stranger held close to her
face. Still cupping her breasts, she trembled as he lowered the point,
pressing it into her belly, trailing it across her hip bone and across
the mound of her pussy. With an evil grin he slid it inside her
knickers, its tip circling her straining clit. A sudden snap of his
wrist and he sliced through the fabric of her knickers and they floated
away. Lifting the blade he held it up for her to see, dripping with her
juices.
He snatched at her hair, tugging her down onto her
knees, the knife held gently pressing her throat. With a sigh of
resignation she opened her mouth while he unzipped his cock, and as he
forced it roughly into her mouth she assumed the position, hands
clasped behind her back again, shoulders back and tits thrust out,
kneeling back on her heels with her thighs parted wide. Her cheeks
bulged as he rubbed the head of his cock against their insides,
grunting as her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, lapping and
licking him urgently. Holding her cheeks between his hands he thrust
his cock in deeper, watching her gag and splutter as he drilled down
into her throat until his balls rested on her chin and she gazed up at
him with wide, watery eyes. Ruthlessly he fucked her throat, groaning
as its muscles clenched his cock in tight spasms as she struggled,
pulling his cock out and spurting hot spunk across her lips and chin
and onto her outstretched tongue.
Immediately the next man
replaced him, cupping her chin with one hand, the other at the back of
her head, bending her back as he leant in over her body, fucking down
into her throat before spraying her with cum that shot into her
nostrils and dripped from her chin. Another took his place, sliding his
balls over her trembling lips and moaning as she sucked them, rolling
them round her hot mouth with her tongue. When his balls were tight and
his cock twitching he drove it into her throat, jerking her head on and
off his shaft with sharp yanks of her hair. After only a few strokes he
was showering her upturned face with his spunk, splattering it into her
eyes and gumming her eyelashes together.
Meanwhile, on the
landing outside the flat, bored with her ordeal he stood at the window
smoking and watching the sun set over the wasteland below. He could
hear the grunts and groans of the men mingled with the screams of the
porn starlet on the screen riding another monstrous cock for her bus
fare. Sometimes one of the men left and they exchanged curt nods.
Occasionally another man arrived, furtive and unfriendly. As darkness
fell he tossed his last cigarette butt away and pushed the door open
again. Sated, the men were slumped before the screen again. The porn
starlet was tied to some sort of home made rack which rattled as she
struggled and screamed. On the floor, lit by the blue light of the
screen, she sprawled, her face a sticky mask of cold spunk, her breasts
and belly streaked with cum. A crumpled cigarette butt had been flicked
carelessly into her hair which stuck to her face and neck in matted
strands. And between her thighs the flickering light reflected off the
now empty vodka bottle that protruded from her swollen pussy.
A
fresh bottle was being passed round the room. Sitting, he took it and
poured a slug into an empty mug, watching as the girl on the screen
wept and begged to be allowed to go home, trembling at the sight of the
twelve inch dildo being oiled for her pleasure.
