The Player's Girl (The Girls) (3 page)

“Please,” she said as she used her arms to push herself up with a man’s hand holding onto one of her breasts and another on her arse.

“Please what?” Simon asked stepping forward. He could see white drops of semen between her legs. She looked up at his face.

“Please will you do me? Finish me?” she asked. He cupped her cunt. It was hot, swollen and wet. She moaned in delight at the sensation.

He grabbed the end of the belt round her neck and pulled her with him. In nothing but heels and stockings, she followed him over to the other side of the room.

A large snooker table with bright overhead lights was empty. He pushed her back onto it. She sat on the edge, her bare breasts against his white cotton shirt. She could smell him, a musky manly smell that she found thrilling; this man who she’d never seen, about to be fucked by him.

He pushed her back and she shifted her arse. He put his hand in between her breasts and forced her down onto her back. She went down, eyes closed and moaning, hoping he had a big cock. He pulled her legs up and separated her knees wide apart, opening her up to be viewed by the group of interested men who had followed them over. He prised her clit lips apart and she felt urgency in her hips as she lifted them up, wanting him inside her. She had forgotten about Mark completely.

A finger went inside, exploring her roughly. She whined, wanting it deeper, wanting it bigger. She felt a hand grab a boob and massage it, her nipples hardening in response.

“Please,” she said again. The finger went and all she could see where the bright lights over her head as she lay on the table, her cunt on the edge and men surrounding her, watching her, fondling her.

A moment later, something cold slid inside her. Cold, fat and wooden, she lifted her head up but couldn’t see anything, blinded by the light. The thing inside her went deeper. A man came up from the other side of the table and stuck his tong inside her mouth. The cold thing rotated and slowly crept deeper.

“Fucking whore,” she heard the cockney man shout out from somewhere between her leg. She wanted to see what they were doing to her, what was up her pussy but she was pinned down by a man kissing her and another two pulling hard at her tits.  The cold thing slid out before being shoved back in. Whatever it was, it was fucking her. She felt a finger rub the front of her clit and she melted into it, whatever they were doing she didn’t care; she just wanted more of it. Some one bit her nipple and the pain made her wet and raw.

Simon pushed the snooker cue up her cunt as he used his middle finger to flick her clit back and forth. She was slippery and wet and she was holding her legs wide apart like she wanted more. Judging her loud moans, he could tell she was excited. Simon forced the cue deeper inside her, pumping her up and down like a piston engine. He wanted to shove his dick up there to, making her squeal. She had a whore’s cunt and whore’s tits. Mark had done well this time, even if he was about to get sloppy seconds.  Simon pulled the cue out and heard Amy gasp out, even with a man virtually stuck down her throat. He dropped it and took his cock into his hand before sliding it up her tight whore’s cunt. Holding onto her waist and with her legs high up in the air, he pushed himself up her used cunt. He could smell the other man on her, all of them using her, all of them recognising her for what she was.

A man was flicking her nipple with a tong as he squeezed her tit. Simon imagined leaking nipples. He loved fat titties full of milk. It made his cock harder. This cunt’s titties would do just fine for the job, he thought as he pumped his cock up her. She was moaning louder now, pushing herself against him. Although he couldn’t see her face, he could feel her tense muscles, her urgent need for him to fuck her whore’s cunt. The kissing man stopped and sucked a tit instead. Simon could see her face now, lit under the bright halogen lights of the table. Her eyes were closed and she was squirming, pushing herself down on to him; lifting herself more into him.

“You like my cock?” he asked. Amy opened her eyes but the light still blinded her. He couldn’t believe how blue they were. She looked in his direction and nodded before letting her head flop back and letting out a deep guttural moan.

“Course you do.” he said looking at her, “That’s because you’ve got a whore’s cunt and a whore’s arse. I bet you have to be screwed every day or play with a fucking huge dildo right?” She nodded.

“Fuck the bitch,” someone shouted. Mike had come from behind the bar to watch the show, not wanting to miss out. Simon pushed himself deeper inside her, liking the fact they were watching him fuck this gorgeous little thing’s tight pussy. “Tell me what you are?” Simon asked.

“A whore! A whore who needs cock!” she replied. “Please,” she said again, this time sounding more desperate than earlier, “please fuck me?”

That was it for him; he had enough. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her down onto her feet. Spinning Amy round he shoved her down, bending her over the table. He
forced her leg up, and it on the table. With one leg on the table and one on the ground, she was wide open and exposed.

Holding onto her tits, he pushed himself up her, much deeper than before. She let out a little cry but took it all, pushing herself right back down onto him. He saw a flash and realised that someone had taken a photo of her cunt being fucked. It would have been a great angle he thought. He made a mental note to get a copy later. She yelped and he grabbed the end of the belt that was still strung round her neck and used it to pull her back onto him. “Tell me what you are?” he shouted. She panted as he shoved her up and down on his cock. “Tell me!” he said, pulling the belt back hard. She tried to put her fingers up between her neck. “What are you?”

“A whore,” she yelled back at him. Amy closed her eyes and pulled an expression of ecstasy. His cock was burning from the friction of her tight pussy as he pushed her back down.

“And what do whore’s need?” he asked.

“Cock,” she cried out. He felt himself grow unbearably hard as he held onto her tits, squeezing her erect nipples, pumping it for milk. He let himself go and pulled back on the belt hard, forcing her to stay down on him as he ejaculated deep inside her. She was sweating and red faced when he pushed her off him. Her tits were red raw and her arse had strap marks all over it. “Who’s next?” he asked, holding the end of the belt out. The cockney took it and bent her back over the table, pushing her legs apart before he slapping her cunt with his hand. She cried out.

* * * * *

Simon saw Mark standing at the bar and walked across. “Good?” Mark asked as Simon took a napkin from the bar, wiping cum from his hands.

“Good isn’t a strong enough word,” Simon replied with a sly smile. ”She’s fucking awesome, where do you find them Mark?” He asked.

Mark shrugged. ”I’m not sure really,” he said taking a swig from the brandy glass. Mike was still with the group of at least a dozen men now, all round the snooker table. Amy couldn’t be seen but they could hear her.

“Maybe being gay helps,” Mark said. Simon nearly spat out the mouthful of brandy he had just sipped.

“Well that sure as hell explains a lot? A gay pimp! Beats product testing right?”

Mark burst into laughter, the sound of Amy moaning loudly as she came in the background.