The Cinema Girl (The Girls) Read online

  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.

  Blondie stopped for a moment and turned her to face him, pulling her in close. His hand cupped her mound though her skirt. “We doing this again?” he asked.

  A small group of lads out on the town and half-drunk walked past. They noticed the slutty looking woman and one of then slapped her arse before running back to the safety of the group.

  Blondie spun her round to face the group and pulled her top over her head. “You can take a photo if you like!”

  She heard them let out a few boyish jibes as they stared at the slapped and bruised pair of tits with fat nipples squeezed into a vacuum.

  “No ways man!” one said pulling his phone out his pocket. Another sniggered.

  “Is this how you treat all your women?” Stephanie asked from beneath her top.

  “Only the ones I fuck!” He laughed and pulled her skirt up.