Doug acted like a ship's captain. He slung a long rope skilfully over the flat bed, leapt up himself on the second attempt, threw a huge canvas in a heap with other gear. He then drew the rope over it several times, jumped off, made a truckers slip knot and applied tension. I watched as his bulging biceps looked as if they were about to tear the elastic of his shirt sleeve. \n\nI wanted to say something but in the end just blurted out, \"I hope you don\'t mind me coming along.\" \n\n\"Mind you coming along? Of course not. Why should I? Quite the opposite really. It\'s not every day I get this sort of company. You know what I mean.\" \n\nI didn\'t actually but as I had just mounted the stairs into the cab I felt a bit intimidated by the size of it all and how high up we seemed to be. There would be plenty of time to get to know Doug. \n\n\"I didn\'t know you were hot on computers and that stuff as well.\" \'As well as what?\' I wondered, but he had a point to make. \n\n\"You\'ve got to tell me what\'s what with all these electrics because as far as I\'m concerned we\'ve got to get this bloody great bit of equipment on board. Make no mistake about it when the loading starts, I\'m in charge right? That\'s all I mean, I just want you to know that.\" \n\n\"As far as I understand it I\'m just coming along to make sure we collect all the controls for this milling machine and make sure they don\'t get damaged.
As I grab my breasts, feeling their soft fullness and the slight wetness around my hard nipple, I feel a rush of warmth take over my pussy. It's that same rush of excitement that I get when I see you, and I wish you were here with me tonight. I slowly trace back along my chest and stomach, and slide my fingers down to my thighs, skipping over my aching pussy. My thighs feel so soft, and I love the idea of teasing myself. rnrnI finally slide two fingers back into my pussy, and pull them out, drenched. I smile slightly, knowing that teasing myself had paid off – I love getting this wet. I start to spread open my legs and I feel my wet pussy being exposed to the cool air. The contrast of feeling so hot and wet with the cool, light breeze makes me shiver with anticipation.
I thrust harder into her and she screamed as she orgasmed violently. She was so totally consumed by the ecstasy of the moment that it took all my strength to hold her still and stay inside and continue the fucking strokes. Gradually I slowed my pace, allowing her to luxuriate in her magical moment, but I was now on the verge of my own climax and, with the tightness of her ass gripping my cock, finding it difficult to hold back any longer.rnrn"I'm cumming too," I gasped, starting to draw out, but she pushed back hard against me.rnrn"No Tom, cum in me, cum in my bum," she groaned. "I want to know what it feels like, give it all to me."
One after another they began to fuck Cindy in every hole. Taking her ass, her mouth and her pussy again and again until Randy said, "Ok boys, make her airtight."rnrnHank pushed hard into her cunt and pushed her ass back onto Paul who spread her cheeks and plunged into her tight little hole. Joe had her mouth stretched wide as he filled her with his big black cock. Randy came in an explosion of cum all over Cindy's face and chest as he watched his friends fuck her like a cheap whore.rnrnCindy came again and again. All sense of awareness was gone and all she could concentrate on was the feeling of all those cocks. Once she even passed out but the guys continued to fuck her, pulling out and spraying her with their hot cum as they released their load. Afterwards they left her on the floor covered in their sticky white jism as they pulled on their clothes and got ready to leave.
All names and characters contained herein are fictitious and do not intentionally relate to any person, either living or dead. This story is a work of fiction, a fantasy -- so read it with a grain of salt and an open mind. Voting and feedback is greatly appreciated, especially positive feedback and frequent "fives".nnI stand in front of the tall, smoke-glassed building, clutching my portfolio containing my resume and other sundry job-hunting items. My knees grow weak as I realize this is probably the last and final interview before I become another statistic in the latest government unemployment census.nn****nnStepdaddy stands over me, his large, knobby cock a few inches from my face. Looking down on me, his brow knit in consternation, he strokes himself a few times, cum pouring out of the end of his bulbous, purple head. Absent-mindedly, he wipes himself off on my forehead, warm sticky sperm smears across my eyebrow. nn"That'll do pig, that'll do," he whispers, as he pushes the head down to my lips.nn"Suck it clean, like a good girl, that's it, just like that. You've earned yourself a little ice cream ??“ lick up the floor first, then you can help yourself."nnHe pats my head like an obedient dog, and zips up his trousers.nn****nnI shudder, bringing myself back to unfortunate reality. I escaped Stepdaddy and survived, even excelled, for six whole years. I landed a great sales job in the big city-- health insurance, bonuses, a 401k plan, all the good stuff. nnIt all came crashing down about six months ago, when I became part of the "big layoff."nnAfter cashing in my 401k (and taking a nasty hit from the IRS), I had a little over $20,000 in savings to last me until I found a new job. nnAt first I partied my ass off, not really worried about making ends meet -- I mean, I had enough cash in the bank to last a few years, right? Wrong. A big wrong.
I walked by the small shop weekly returning from class.nnMy eyes were always drawn to the windows, filled with delicate lace, satin, cotton and silk lingerie. Exotic looking women would frequent the shop. Men would walk by, looking out of the corner of their eyes, a guilty almost furtive glance. As if they were doing something bad or evil. nnThe women would walk in confident, assured. All the things I felt I wasn't.nnTeaching aerobics at 'For Women Only' twice a week helped my credit balance while I finished collage. Female executives, pampered wives, anyone who could afford the exclusive membership rates and wanted the privacy afforded by the no-males rule were welcome. nnThe neighborhood was one I dreamed of someday being able to afford. For now I settled for window shopping as I walked the several blocks to my bus stop.nnAs the cold fall wind ripped across my face, my hair felt as brittle as ice, still wet from my shower. I slowed as I passed, my eyes drawn to a lavender and black teddy next to a Lycra and Motif chemise on the display figures. I only wore practical cotton, but a woman can dream.nnThen I noticed an antique Russian Samovar, with steam rising, I stopped to look in. China tea sets were set out on a small table with several comfortable looking chairs. I read a sign -Please accept a Hot Tea.nnAnother cold breeze slid down my back, chilling me. Before I realized what I was doing I stepped into the shop. A small alcove with a stained glass door closed off the entrance from the outside world.
