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"No!" Susan shrieked when Bartelli shouted his invitation. She tried to
get up, but Bartelli's weight and her bound hands kept her helpless. With a
pitiful cry, she turned her head away as the door opened.
"Hi there!" Bartelli said, chuckling obscenely as he punctuated his
greeting with a particularly hard thrust into Susan's ass.
"Good evening, sir," she heard a voice say from the door. "I am Mr.
Townsend's chauffer. I have been sent to pick up Mrs. Susan Garson."
"Well, here she is," Bartelli said, thrusting again. "And you can pick
her up as soon as I'm done with her. How's that?"
"That's fine, sir," the voice said. "Shall I wait here, or in the car,
sir?"
Susan's shame and humiliation at being exposed this way to a stranger
was of course only adding to her helpless arousal; and her excitement was
heightened by the calm, unemotional reaction of the new arrival--as though it
were completely routine for him to come into a strange apartment and be
confronted with the sight of a naked young woman bent over a sofa with her hands
tied, while a man fucked her in the ass. Unable to stop herself, she turned her
head to look at him.
He was a young, dark-haired man wearing a chauffeur's uniform, complete
with a visored cap, which he held in his hand. He was quiqte attractive, in a
sharp-featured way, and though his face showed no emotion, she thought she saw a
flicker in his eyes as they met hers. Her mouth went dry as she watched him
watching her degradation; and she almost came when she heard Bartelli answer his
question.
"Hell, you might as well stay here," Bartelli laughed. "In fact, come on
over and join the party!"
The chauffeur stepped inside and shut the door behind him. Then he
hesitated. "Well, sir, I don't know if I..."
"Come on!" Bartelli urged. "The more the merrier for Mrs. Garson here.
She'll eat it up." He laughed again. "She'll eat YOU up! Right, Mrs. Garson?" He
slapped her hard on the hip. "Right, bitch?"
"Oh god..." Susan moaned. "Yes. Yes..."
"See? Get the hell over here. Here, sit down right here." He grabbed
Susan by the hair and pulled her head up out of the couch seat, bringing a
squall of pain from her. "Here you are, my friend. Just sit right down here and
pull out your dick, and the lady will suck it for you while I finish reaming her
ass. Come on!"
"Well...thank you, sir," the young man said. "I'd be happy to." He
approached the sofa, unzipping his trousers on the way, and then sat down. He
placed his cap on the floor and pulled out his penis, which was already large
and getting larger every second. Its growth was spurred on by the breath from
Susan's open, panting mouth as Bartelli held her head just above his lap.
"Okay, cocksucker," Bartelli grated. "Do your thing." And he pushed her
head down into the young man's crotch and held it there, keeping his grip on her
hair.
With a sound that was half moan, half sob, Susan took the man's cock
into her mouth. He responded with a sharp hiss, and his head fell back against
the couch as she engulfed the full length of it at once.
In fact, Bartelli's pressure on her head prevented her from moving it,
and she was unable to do anything but hold the chauffeur's prick in her mouth
while it grew rapidly to full erection, filling her mouth and pushing into her
throat until she had to struggle to keep from gagging. Her breath whistled
through her nose and strangled noises came from her as she strove to swallow the
throbbing weapon.
Meanwhile Bartelli had resumed fucking her ass, driving into her with
hard, painful strokes that drove her to the brink of climax. The rhythmic
jolting of her body transmitted itself to her head, and thus to the spasms of
her mouth around the young man's cock, bringing low moans of delight from him.
He didn't seem to mind at all that she could not really suck him; and in fact as
her throat relaxed around him she began to caress the stiff pole with her
tonuge, licking and stroking as much of it as she could. Soon he was breathing
hard, his head rolling gently from side to side.
Suddenly Susan felt herself coming. Body heaving, bound hands clutching
at the air, mouth gasping around the flesh staff that filled it, she rode out
her orgasm and immediately started on another. Her jerking, twisting body
brought Bartelli close to his own finish, and he battered at her harder and
faster than ever, roaring curses as he emptied himself inside her.
The feeling of his come splattering the depths of her ass sent Susan
over the edge again. Bartelli, though finally spent, still did not relax his
grip on her head, but pushed it down even harder than before over the young
man's cock. Voraciously, desperately, she tongued and suctioned at it, moaning
and whimpering as she approached still another climax. As she came again she
heard the chauffeur give a hoarse cry, and felt him shoot his load in powerful
spurts straight down her throat. She swallowed it with joy, knowing she would
come yet again. She could not stop. She came when Bartelli pulled his now soft
prick out of her ass. She came as she tried to suck the chauffeur back to
hardness, and came again even as she moaned with disappointment when she failed.
Even when the two men moved away from her, leaving her bent over the
sofa arm alone, she came twice more as they watched her, before she finally
subsided, sobbing, shuddering and gasping for breath.
Dimly she heard the sound of zippers being pulled up, and Bartelli
laughing and calling her names as he moved to the door. Then he was gone,
leaving her with the man who had come to take her to the party.
