Robert Vickers - The naughty salesgirl

One blouse was cut so that her nipples would poke through, exposed and totally naked. One skirt had cut-outs in strategic places, if she wanted to have cock drilling into her front and rear. Other garments were hardly less revealing. She finally chose one blouse which was cut open all the way to the waist. Putting it on made her feel more naked than dressed. The sides of her tits bulged out and threatened to spill from the neckline. The girl ignored that and slipped into a short micro-miniskirt that had gone out of style ten years prior. It barely covered the flare of her ass. Still wearing the net stockings and the garter belt – no panties – she looked and felt like a two-bit hooker.

"Yeah, I like that a lot."

"So do I," said a voice from the doorway. "You sure as hell can pick 'em, Ron, old man." Katherine turned to see the tall, handsome man in the door. Under other circumstances, she could have gone for him in a big way. Not now. Not like this.

"Model for us," commanded Bennett. "Make sure we see everything we're supposed to."

Katherine began walking around the room, rolling her ass and posturing for the two leering men. She hated both of them, but there wasn't a damned thing she could do. If she refused them their little show, she would be out on her ass in an instant. Besides, she needed the money.

Bending forward, the girl exposed the sides of her tits to both men. Turning from one side to another made the mounds of titflesh sway seductively. She knew exactly the effect it had on the men. She could see Joe's prick slowly jerking erect under the expensive suit he wore. Bennett's cock was still limp and would probably stay that way for some time.

"Up on the desk," said Joe. "I want a good view of… everything."

She did as she was told. Standing with her legs spread apart, straining at the fabric of the ultra-short skirt, she presented an enticing picture to the man's lecherous gaze. He was staring directly up and under her skirt at her pussy.

She slowly stripped the tiny skirt off and draped it over Bennett's head, saying, "Like it better now?" There was a little sarcasm and hatred mixed into her tone, but a good deal of stark lust entered too. She hated the idea that she was beginning to get turned on by this modeling assignment. The girl was loving it!

"Yeah, love it to death," Joe said, his hands running up the inside of her leg. He stopped just short of her pussy, a tiny peck of come on his fingertips. "Hell, I don't take sloppy seconds from no man," he declared.

"Hell, Joe, you're too picky. She's got a tight one. Tightest cunt I ever fucked. But if you don't like the idea of my jizz being in there, I guess I'll just have to do something about that."

She watched in stark horror as Bennett stood and came over to her. His hands went around her body and cupped her asscheeks so that he could pull her closer. His mouth worked on the tender inside of her leg and worked up toward her snatch.

"Wh-what are you doing?" she demanded suspiciously. "I don't want to do this. Please!"

Joe laughed and Bennett began using his tongue to outline the threads in her stockings. His tongue played with the elastic band holding her stocking up and then his tongue was all aver her well-fucked pussy. She gasped and tried to back away. His hands held her still on the desk as she was, she didn't dare get too fancy. She might fall and hurt herself. His hands parted her ass cheecks and this made her move her legs further apart.

This was all the opening the man needed. His tongue flashed out, pink and quick. She shuddered and moaned softly as his rough, agile tongue worked along her cunt lips and finally parted them to dive into her cunt hole.

She might have screamed. The girl was never certain. The sensations ripping into her belly again made her weak and rubbery in the legs. She knelt down, her knees on Bennett's shoulders. This allowed him to tongue fuck her pussy until she was sobbing out loud.

"See what I mean, Joe?" Bennett called from his post at the girl's pussy. "She's a hot bitch and can't get enough."

"You want some real cock up that pussy of yours, girl?" Joe asked.

"Please, no, don't do this to me. It's so humiliating!" she cried.

"Bullshit, she loves it. She'd leave if she didn't. Tell the man how much you love the feel of cock reaming you out. Tell him!" Bennett punctuated his demand with a tongue slithering all over her cunt lips. He parted them and dove into the pink wetness underneath. Then he started a slow, methodical tongue fucking of her pussy.

"Yes," she whined, "Yes, I love it. Now leave me alone!"

"Hell if I will!" said Joe, leaping to the desk top. He jerked down his fly and let his cock snap out to rigid attention in front of his groin. He rapidly moved behind the girl and ran his hands around her waist. "I'm going to fuck that shit chute of yours while my good buddy down there continues to eat you out. This is going to be a fucking you're not going to forget any time soon."

She felt his thick cock press hotly between her meaty slabs of ass. He drove down until he came to the bottom of that humid canyon. Seeking out her anus, he probed around until she was crying openly. The effect of the mouth moving all over her pussy turned her on in a big way. And now this other man was going to cornhole her. She couldn't take all this! She'd go out of her mind for sure!

Joe's prick found the tightly clenched ring of muscle guarding her tightest passage. He pressed forward, trying to get into her rectum.

Her anal sphincter had other ideas. It clamped down tightly and refused entry. The heavy male invader refused to quit. His prick mounted more and more pressure until Katherine couldn't take it any more. In spite of everything being done to her, she managed to relax her ass just enough. His cock shot in, buried balls deep.

She screamed in agony. That heavy bludgeon of cock twisted and tore at her insides. Her guts churned as they tried to stretch and accommodate this monstrous cock.

"Shit!" Joe moaned out. "You were fucking right, man. This is more than I can take!"

"Shut up and fuck her silly. I'm having fun licking her pussy. Together, we ought to be able to get the frigid bitch off!"

"Frigid?" laughed Joe. "Not from where I stand. Her asshole is going to melt me down to slag! She's damned hot!"

"Stop, stop it!" she pleaded. "I don't want this at all. I hate it! You're both killing meeee!"

The girl's voice rang out, distant and alien to her ears. She hardly realized that she was the one saying those things. Her body was loving every second of this unique dual fucking. The tongue working all over her cunt lips and occasionally dipping into the seething well of her pussy made her come. When the man sucked her tiny clit into his mouth and used his tongue on the very tip, she came again. And again and again. She felt like, a human machine gun, firing at someone else's wish. That clit was the trigger and her insatiate lust as the ammunition that they used on her.

Even the huge girth of the fuck pole rammed up her back made the woman feel more excited than she thought she should have been. After all, this was almost rape. They were using her body for their own ends.

Then the teenager realized there wasn't a reason in the world that she couldn't enjoy what they wore doing to her. After all, the tongue working in and out of her juicy twat was thrilling. The probe and twist of it against her most sensitive tissues made her come fully alive. Even dressing as Bennett had ordered her made the girl feel a lot more sexy than normal.

She was standing with her legs spread wide, her legs clad in smooth, silky-material and held up by a garter belt that outlined her most obvious charms. The loose blouse she wore only barely hid her ample tits. She was damned sexy.

The girl already relaxed enough to take the man's prick all the way up her shit chute. It hurt like hell and she felt as if she were being filled to overflowing, but the heat spreading into her belly and up her spine made it worthwhile. She sighed and shoved her ass back a little.