The Cinema Girl (The Girls) (3 page)

“How about a piercing? Right through that pretty pink clit. You’d like that, makes it all tender like!” he said coarsely. Blondie sat down next to her and rubbed the red, raised skin where the whip had struck her across her hot breast.

“Is that how you like it?” he asked with raised eyebrows. She loved the musty smell that radiated from him. She could only moan a response as the huge cock pounded away deep inside, her slippery juices letting it slide in and out like a hammer. She was very aware of how loud she was groaning but decided if she wanted to play the part of a slut, she might as well make sure she sounded like one.

Blondie pulled her head to him and kissed her. His tongue explored her mouth and she felt a heat build between her hips, caused by his kisses, the pounding of cock and more breast whipping.

Roger stepped to her and dropped the whip to the floor. He used his hand to slap her red breasts. She let out a cry at the brutal slaps and he shouted at her, “A whore, a slut, a fucking cunt that was begging for it.” That’s exactly what she wanted to be, for as long as they wanted her.

“Do you want me to stop?” Roger asked, his voice becoming gentle for a moment. With Blondie’s tongue still exploring her mouth she could only shake her head. She had no desire to stop the game, painful as it may be.

Blondie used her hair to pull her head back. He put a hand on one breast and squeezed hard as he looked at her. She felt naked and exposed in an entirely new w
ay.

“Next time you come play, I want rings through both these fat nipples, you hear?”

She nodded. Roger grabbed her head and shoved his cock back down her mouth for a second time. She hadn’t had a chance to take air and immediately started to choke as her reflexes kicked in. Blondie was still holding her breast and she didn’t want him to let go. Her pussy was on fire from the finger that had been making rough circles. The feeling was becoming unbearable and her legs shook as the sensation inside her became too much to contain. Being unable to stop him added to the thrill of having no control. Blondie pulled a tit into his mouth and nibbled on the nub. She cried out in pleasure. Fire exploded inside her belly. He chewed on her more before pushing more of her breast into his mouth and sucking like she had never been sucked before. Never had she felt such exquisite pleasure and pain and she wanted it to go on and on.

Roger pushed her head further down onto his shaft and she gagged.

“You want to pump her big titties?” Roger asked Blondie. Blondie spat her nipple out for a moment and she moaned in frustration, bouncing up and down.

“What you waiting for!” he replied. “Fuck yeah.” She felt Roger’s cock slide out from her throat and watched him as he disappeared though the dirty curtains that led back into the main shop. The man she was sitting on forced her up and down harder and faster. He felt like a horse and she realised that he had actually grown since she’d first been forced down on him. Looking down at her belly, she could see the motion of his cock inside her as he fucked her. His hands squeezed round her waist harder. She let out a breath as he finally stopped finger her clit, focusing on his cumming.

Blondie had returned a tit into his mouth again and she felt hot liquid inside her as the man held her down with his manhood lifting her up. He grunted. Someone was stroking her hair and another man took close up pictures of the tattooed man’s cum that was just starting to drip from her pussy lips. The tattooed man’s huge cock started to return to a more realistic size.

Roger returned with a contraption she hadn’t seen before. Blondie moved his fingers down between her legs and used his index finger to repeatedly flick her fleshy folds. She cried out in pain, hoping he wouldn’t stop. It was unbearably erotic.

Roger lifted her spare breast and placed a clear plastic suction cup over the huge nipple. She could see his cock was still swollen and he was far from being finished.

He pushed her nipple inside and used a little hand pump to pull her nipple further into it. The sensation was exquisite. Her nipple felt so tender and raw as it was sucked into a strong vacuum. Stephanie couldn’t have decided which she preferred, Blondie sucking her like she was a cow or the titty pump that set her nipple on fire.

“I want to see it out her arse,” the man taking photos of cum dripping from her pussy said. He sounded unusually posh against the rest of them who were more of a working type. She looked up at him but could only see his silhouette as he stood in front of the lights, his face in complete shadow. She bet he was as huge as the other cocks she had experienced so far. Being surrounded by all these perverts, she couldn’t think of a better place to be.

Roger squeezed on the hand pump again and she gasped at the strength of the vacuum. Her whole nipple was being pulled deep into the cup now and she loved the way it looked. Like an udder being milked. Like a slutty whore doing her job, being used as a fuck toy in a fucking sex toyshop. Perfect.

She felt hot tears run down her cheeks, tears of pain and tears of ecstasy. The man who had just finished fucking her, pushed her forwards off him. Her legs were wide apart as Blondie repeatedly flicked her clit while she balanced on the end of the man’s knees. Her nipples were both on fire and the constant flicking was becoming more unbearable by the second. Roger took her jaw in his hand and lifted her head up to look at him. She felt her nipple being sucked into the cup even further and yelped.

“Tell me what you are,” he asked, oil shining off his forehead under the glare of the lights. She looked up at him while feeling fire flowing from her cunt to her nipples.

“I’m a slut,” she replied coyly looking into his eyes with a certain amount of pride. His lips curled and he slapped her face. It wasn’t hard but it she turned her on to be so badly treated.

“I’m a fuck toy that needs using,” she continued, hoping that would please him more. He slapped the other side of her face instead and she fell back onto her arms strapped together behind her. The posh man grabbed her ankle and lifted her leg into the air. More photos were taken and she could feel a trickle of cum exiting her swollen pussy.

Blondie stopped flicking her and inserted three fingers up her hole. They slid easily all the way up to his knuckles and he started wiggling them around inside her. He pushed her tit out his mouth and put his face up close to her.

“It’s nice and wet up your little cum hole yes,” he whispered. Up close he was flawless.
Nerves she never knew existed, burst through with overwhelming sensations. She could only nod at him, feeling as helpless as a rabbit trapped in oncoming headlights; a prisoner to the fingers that were working her G-spot like never before. It was cruel and intense and she liked it even more than him sucking on her breasts like a fat cow.

“Please,” she begged, surprised at her own voice. She sounded positively whorish, like a porno queen straight out some second rate
European porno.

Roger leaned forward, grunted and slapped her face.

A man grabbed her breasts and squeezed them out like udders. The plastic cup dangled full of stretched nipple.

She watched the posh man looking at the fingers inside her cunt and she screamed out unable to bottle up the explosion deep inside her for a second longer. Blondie pushed in four fingers and she felt like she was being stretched wide apart. More tears ran down her face as she felt like she was in pure place of utter divine pleasure, riding the wave of ecstasy. Black mascara ran down her red slapped cheeks.

Her eyes were closed when she felt his fingers withdraw from her hole. A moment later they were shoved deep inside her mouth.

“Clean these up you dirty cunt,” Blondie said as he pushed them further into her mouth. She closed her eyes again and sucked each finger like a delectable lollipop, licking each one clean of all her juices.
Smiling down at her, he grabbed her breast and pinched her nipple.

“These hurting?” he asked. She nodded.

Blondie grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet. She could see he was impatient and excited. It thrilled her to see how hard she had made him. He pulled his jeans down and spun her round to face the sofa. She felt defenceless as he bent her over, tossing her down. With her arms behind her, he shoved her over the back of the sofa. Her arse raised up high, perfectly positioned for him to take her arse.

She heard him spit before feeling hot saliva on her butt hole. He pulled her cheeks wide apart, stretching them to reveal a tiny, puckered pink hole. The cup on her fat nipple was still painfully clinging to her. She closed her eyes and held her breath. She’d never been fucked up the arse and she had mixed feelings about it. A few boyfriends had tried but she had always pushed them back as they struggled to enter her tight arse, the pain being too intense. Now it was clear she wasn’t going to be given the same option.

She heard someone shout out, “Give her one,” and Blondie laughed. She took another deep breath and held it. A second later she felt him, his cock wriggling around her hole for a moment as it located her entrance. He didn’t break her gently. She screamed out as he shoved his dick inside. It felt like a burning poker had been pushed deep into her and she wanted it further inside her. Someone’s fingers were working round her clit and she moaned to his rhythmic in and out, fingers and cock, hands all over her, squeezing, tugging and pulling at her.

It took just seconds to be swept away in currents of ecstasy again, crying out. Begging for more cock, more fucking, more and more and let it never stop.

She felt him squirt cum up her. He clutched her arse cheeks and pulled her against him hard. As soon as he was spent, he pulled himself away and another dick was pushed inside. Cum was dripping down her thighs as she bent over the sofa, held firmly in place by strong hands. Fingers pulled her pussy lips and she closed her eyes feeling sweat running down her forehead. The room smelt of sweaty men and sex. She felt the cock push inside her deeper and again, cum went up her arse. The man grunted like a pig she thought as he pulled himself away. She tried to get up but she was pushed back down. Someone was rubbing her cunt with a wet wipe and another cock went up her cunt this time. She was grateful for the rest, her arse was on fire and the cock pumping her was huge.

Blondie fixed another suction cup on her other nipple. As she was pushed back and forth, he kept pulling at them, stretching and pulling at her nipples. Stephanie thought the skin would tear and glancing down at them, saw how red and stretched they looked.

“Should we leave this on you, you dirty bitch?” he asked. She nodded, hoping he would do more dirty things to her. She was forced up and down on the huge dick ramming her like a pump. “Please,” she cried out. Blondie pulled at the cups. Her breasts felt like they had taken a beating over the course of several hours.

She felt more cum dripping down her thighs and the cock was pulled out at the last second and
someone ejaculated all over her back. Someone clapped and another man who had been wanking himself in front of her face for a while, starting shooting his load over her mouth and nose. Warn white semen clung to her cheeks and mouth.

“Nice,
” Blondie said looking behind her, pulling hard at the cups.

“Anyone else,” he asked. She didn’t hear anyone reply. A moment later, she was dragged up to her feet again. Her legs ached from having been bent over for so long and she wanted to stretch out. Several men stood round her and the cameraman was busy screwing the camera back onto the tripod.

“How are we packing the present?” Roger asked with half a grin.

“No underwear of course!” Blondie said raising bushy eyebrows, “just the titty suckers.” Blondie untied her elbows and she stretched her arms out in front of her. Her arms were stiff and aching and stretching them out was pleasant relief. Cold cum dripped down her legs and the men started collecting their things together, some still with their zips down.

Blondie threw her top over to her and she just managed to catch it. He was twirling her undies round his index and smiling at her.

“What?” she asked feeling a little tired and worn out. They’d all had their fun on her tonight, riding her like she was the town’s shared piece of arse.

“I’m keeping this as a small,” he said trailing off for a moment, “a small memento.”

“You don’t expect me to walk through the streets of London in nothing but a see through top surely?” she asked exasperated.

“No of course not. You’ll be wearing your little titty cups of course.” She looked down almost having forgotten they were there. Sliding over her blouse her nipple could clearly be seen wedged deep inside the plastic cup. She hobbled over to where she had left her short skirt on the floor and wriggled back into it.

“Fuck me you look so fuckable,” Blondie said and laughed. Glancing at the wall mirror that hung in the small changing room she looked a mess. Red lipstick was smudged onto the chin, her hair looked like she’d being rolling in the hay and black mascara had run down her cheeks when she’d cried out in pleasure earlier. Dried semen clung to both cheeks and a little was matted in her fringe.

She shrugged at herself and decided there was no point worrying.

Blondie took her hand and led her back out through the shop. Just like that, they walked out, no good byes, no thanks, no cheers for her. Outside she drew in a cold air. It was darker than she expected. Blondie didn’t stop. He took a left and walked up the street, her hand in his. A man walked past and his eyes never left her chest. She wanted to laugh as she visualised him tripping over behind them. Her breasts burned but she felt all the better for being outside, even if she looked and smelt like the local whore. She liked the side way glances from men and stern frowns from women.