The Cinema Girl (The Girls) Read online

  “Where else?”

  “In my mouth, in my cunt, up my arse. In all my dirty holes”

  She heard a few excited grunts and knew that her answers were turning some of the audience on. Steph continued fingering her nipple, all hard and erect as her own arousal increased.

  “You going to have all your holes filled tonight,” Stephanie another man said from behind the lights. She couldn’t see him but she nodded. Why else would she be here, parading her body like meat in a butcher’s auction block?

  “Get your tits out for the boys,” Blondie ordered adjusting the focus on the camera as he zoomed in on her chest. She nodded as deep ache inside her responded to his voice. She wanted to expose herself to him, to all of them. She wanted them to treat her rough, treat her like the whore she felt she was that night.

  Her long fingernails slid between her breasts as she pulled the skimpy dress down. Her breasts popped out like full balloons and she felt hot wondering what her spectators were thinking. Her nipples were as large as saucers and she knew the sight of her double D’s would make their cocks hard, that was if her exposed pussy hadn’t already done the job. She could smell her own sex, her own dirty wetness that was impatiently waiting to be used. Blondie brought the camera closer and was virtually kneeling in front of her.

  “Play with them,” said a man covered in tattoos as he stepped forward from behind the light and sat next to her on the old sofa. She used her long fingernails to pull her aching nipples out. They felt hard and hot and she wanted them in some dirty bastard’s mouth. She wanted them slapped and pulled and sucked and squeezed.

  “Are you a slut?” He asked. He was clean-shaven and his pale blue eyes were deep and piercing. As he spoke she could see a ball earring in the centre of his pink tong. Hadn’t she read somewhere that these tiny balls could be used to increase indecent pleasures? She had never been fucked by a man that looked like him before and she couldn’t help but fantasize. He pulled her leg up onto his lap, opening her up wide. Blondie came closer with the camera and directed it straight between her legs.

  She felt like a voluptuous extrovert who wanted to be exposed for what she really was. The tattooed man was stroking her calf up and down and she continued to tug gently at her nipples, wishing he would play with them instead. Roger was next. He stepped into the light and sat on the other side to her. He still stunk of old tobacco and was carried a can of beer in one hand.

  “Whore,” he snarled at her as he put one dirty hand round her neck and pulled her head in closer. She tried to pull back, curling her nose up at the smell. The tattooed man moved his hand up her leg and was now stroking her inner thigh. She yearned for those fingers to shove themselves inside of her. She was wet and wanted more.

  Roger pulled her tighter and licked her closed lips. She closed her eyes as his hand tightened round her throat.

  “Fuck me, you’re such a whore,” he said in a hoarse voice. “Why ain’t I seen you before? Not seen your arse in any films either. Isn’t that what all girls like you are good for, making fuck films?” he asked. She was holding her breath to avoid smelling him, the rank smell of sweat, oil and cigarettes.

  Steph nodded. “That’s all I’m good for,” she said quietly as her throat was squeezed. She felt fingers touch her pussy lips and she moaned as she pushed her hips forward to the fingers. She wanted them in her; instead they circled round the outside, flicking between her lips as they teased her.

  Roger let go of her neck and stood up. Putting his beer in her hand, he unzipped himself and pulled his trousers down. He pulled out a large cock that rather surprised her before he grabbed the can back. He put one knee on the sofa as he leaned forward, holding his dick in one hand.

  “You wanted cock stuffed in all your slutty holes, isn’t that right?” he asked before coughing. The fingers carried on teasing her pussy lips.

  She nodded. She lifted her heavy breasts, one in each hand and squeezed them together. I’ll do whatever you want me to,” she replied looking up at him as she fluttered her false eyelashes. Blondie had the camera back on her chest and she wondered why no one was playing with them yet. She needed someone to play with them. They were so hard and erect she felt like they were hot udders that needed milking. She could feel her juices wet the fingers that were teasing her cunt.

  “Fucking slut, do her,” someone yelled from the small group,

  “Please she said looking at the tattooed man, please fill me with dick.”

  Roger grabbed a fist full of her long hair and pulled her head towards him, forcing his cock into her mouth. She was still squeezing her tits together, proudly creating a deep sexy cleavage that she doubted any man could resist.

  The fingers slid inside her. Finally! She pushed her hips onto them harder as Roger slid his thick cock deeper inside her mouth. He didn’t stop. She felt his dick hit the back of her throat and still he pushed in deeper, holding her head firmly against his member.

  She gagged and tried to pull back but there was nowhere to go. Blondie was filming her sucking cock now and she let go of her tits to push against the shopkeeper’s hips. Someone from behind grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms firmly behind her back. Roger let her go for a moment and she spat out a slimy mouthful of semen. He laughed before shoving her head back on him. She felt hands on her elbows, pulling them together behind her back. Her chest was forced outwards as her shoulders were pulled back and she felt more fingers inside her. She looked at the tattooed man and moaned. He was doing things with his fingers she hadn’t imagined possible and wondered what he could do with his cock.

  She felt rope wrap round her elbows before being tightly bound together behind her. She gagged again on the thick cock and finally, she felt a hand grab a throbbing breast and squeeze. Adrenaline ran through her blood. The hand was cool against her hot breast. She glanced down to see the hand tugging against her large nipple, pulling it like it was milking her. She grew wetter.

  Roger, still holding a clump of her hair, removed his dick and pulled her up to her feet. She wobbled on her heels, unsteady with her arms tied behind her. Blondie handed the camera over to one of the dirty spectators who had come in late to watch the show. Stephanie watched the tattooed man lean forward and pull his jeans down. Roger held her there as he guzzled down the rest of the beer can’s contents. She got a whiff of beer and tobacco.

  He shoved her back and she felt like she would trip over in her ridiculous high heels she’d worn to make her legs look longer. She fell back onto the tattooed man’s lap as he sat on the sofa waiting. His belt buckle dug into the bare skin of her arse and she yelped in pain. She was unable to shift with her arms bound behind her back. His skin was warm against the cold skin of her backside. His hands wrapped round the front of her and shoved her legs wide apart. Roger pulled at the front of her dress and tore it off before throwing the flimsy item to the floor. He grabbed her breasts, one in each hand and pulled them towards him. The man she was sitting on thrust her back and she felt his cock touch the outer edges of her hole. Roger pulled her breasts hard and she yelped in pleasure. Finally someone was paying the right kind of attention to her tits. Attention that she had been pinning for all night.

  “Fucking slut,” he muttered under his breath. Blondie and the man who she thought had been the one, who had bound her elbows together behind her back, stood watching her. Blondie kept licking his lips as he stared down at her naked, writhing body. She wished he were licking her instead. She wished he had his tong inside her fleshy folds making her scream for more.

  Her breasts ached under the tugging hands and she closed her eyes as she lost herself in a feeling of humiliation and pain, knowing how many eyes were ogling her slutty body. Dirty men panting over her, some of them stood with a hand down the front of their jeans.

  The cock slipped inside her and the man wrapped his hands round her wide hips pushing her down. She cried out in ecstasy, her breasts moulded by Roger while her cunt filled up with huge cock. It was hard and hot inside her
, like a red-hot poker being shoved against an itch.

  Roger had to let go of her tits as she bounced up and down on the tattooed man’s lap. The lights were hot and she felt beads of sweat on her chest. With her eyes closed, she leaned back on him, her legs wide as he shoved her up and down. He used his fingers to rub hard circles round her clit. It stung as he we went round and round.

  She screamed out in shock and pain as something struck her tit, short and sharp. Opening her eyes wide she saw the Roger held a short leather whip in one hand and a fresh can of beer in the other.

  He shrugged. “It’s a sex shop yeah. I gotta a lot of toys I have to try out you know! Paddles, rings, clamps, whatever you like slut.” She stared up at him in surprise. She hadn’t expected any spanking. Not really. Thinking about it, she hadn’t really known what to expect.

  “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 way.

  “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.