Chapter Ten

“Babe, are you sure about this?” Linh asked as she gave Georgia a leg up onto the old dumpster set back in the stinking alleyway behind the bar. “Can’t we just go home? The love egg is nice and all but I’ve been edging all afternoon and what I really need is you.”

“Keep your voice down.” Georgia hissed, gaining her footing and staring up at the dusty, high set window that looked down into Sammy’s office. The rusty iron security grill on it would act as some much needed handlebars. “This shouldn’t take too long.”

That was the gospel truth. By the time Georgia had finished with the Limponi brothers they had been working up a great head of steam and swearing bloody **** against a man neither one of them had ever met. Sporting some pretty angry erections too, if she was any judge. It had been so easy and utterly satisfying to turn one pair of ugly chauvinists against another.

Georgia was doing women everywhere a favor. She probably deserved some kind of medal. Maybe something like… 'The Purple Vulva; awarded for acts of exemplary service to the feminist movement.' She swallowed a giddy chuckle and went up on her toes to peek through the grimy glass.

“What can you see, Georgie, is Sammy in there?”

Sammy was very much in her office. Georgia’s eyes widened in disbelief as she saw decidedly more of her blonde boss than she had been expecting.

Sammy was bent over her crumby desk, topless and moaning as Vince railed her mercilessly from behind with quick, energetic thrusts of his strong hips.

He had one hand pulling hard on her long golden tresses as though they were reins, ratcheting her beautiful head back and forcing the older woman to arch her spine alluringly. The other was gripping the drawstring waistband of a teensy hot pink bodycon skirt that had been pushed up high over her flaring waist, holding on tight as though it were the horn of a saddle.

Her thick tanned rump was bare and bounced with each pussy pounding impact Vince drove into her, using his twin hand holds on Sammy to steer her ripe shuddering body in whatever direction best served his licentious pleasure.

“That’s it, what a filthy fucking boss you are.” He grunted, his words slightly muted by the window glass but still clear. “A sopping wet cocksleeve that takes my hard fucking dick whenever I want.”

“Anytime you like, Stud. Just bend this nasty old whore over the nearest surface and beat my naughty cunt into the shape of your massive cock–oh fuck, yes!”

Whatever panties Sammy may have been wearing were gone. Presumably dissolved in the deluge of her womanly nectar sluicing down her glistening thighs as she clung to the edge of the desk to better grind her juicy ass back into his slamming strokes.

Georgia gripped the security grill so hard her knuckles nearly popped as she stared transfixed the sordid scene in the cluttered office. Was that really Vince? He looked different somehow. The pale flab and clammy complexion had faded somewhat as the beginnings of soft muscle definition were making themselves known under skin of a healthier hue.

A few unwelcome embers began to smolder between her clenched thighs and Georgia let out a slow shuddering exhalation as she tried to center herself again. She wasn’t here to play the voyeur…

“Say it again. Tell me what you did to get those sexy sluts working out there in the bar.” Vince graveled as he forcibly swung Sammy’s firm voluptuous body to sweep the keyboard off the desktop with a rough sidelong yank on her sandy hair.

Jeezus but Sammy’s tits looked huge, pancaked against the stained pine surface and ballooning out well past her shaved armpits. Heavy and hefty with enough fleshy mass to make the old timber creak in protest. Had they always been that big?

Surely not.

Georgia’s own breasts seem to twinge in sympathy, her nipples were hard diamonds straining against the straps and buckles struggling to contain them. She could feel the gusset of her own skimpy underwear clinging to her moistening lower folds as a fire was kindled down below.

“I collected them for you, Stud. I took them from their jobs. I stole them away from their boyfriend and husbands. I dressed them up like a parade of cock-hungry little tarts all just for you.” Sammy sobbed in purest ecstasy, her lush mature body quaking like a seismic disaster around his pussy splitting girth. “I’m not even paying them. They are all out there, working themselves to the bone, doing whatever I tell them. Simply on the off chance you might notice them. Desperately hoping you will take them and fuck them brainless…”

"Aaaw~ shit but you're one bad boss bitch, aren't you?"

"Bad for you! All for you, Stud." Sammy squealed, “They’re all out there listening to us fuck right now. Taking turns in the bathrooms to finger each other silly, wishing they were me. Wishing it was their hungry little snatches being stretched out by your giant cock…unnmmff~! Oh fuck, I’m cumming… I–I’m cumming again!”

“Fuck yeah, cum for me, bitch. I love the feel of your hot bossy cunt going wild around my hard fucking dick!”

Vince hauled Sammy upright by her hair, dragging her smooth back up against his muscular front, his toned ass flexing as he kept pumping powerfully into her from behind. The mewling blonde’s huge, gravity defying breasts jounced and careened on her heaving chest as she pinched and pulled at her own thick rubbery nips. She sucked one puffy pink peak up between her drooling cherry lips with a whimper as though trying to stifle an orgasmic scream.

Georgia let out an involuntary whimper of her own, her slim thighs squeezed tightly shut as she fought the urge to reach down and touch herself. She could almost smell the feral reek of their depraved sex seeping through the glass of the cracked window and the crumbling bricks of the craggy wall.

Where were those two meatheads? She was certain when she left the club that they would be hot on her heels. Primed to crash through the front door of the First Edition like a pair of stampeding bulls.

Then, as if on cue…

“Where is he? Get the hell out of our way, you faithless tramps!” That had to be Rocco by the sound of the gruff rumbling bellow.

“No, wait… you can’t go in there!” A **** feminine voice cried out in protest.

“Who’s going to stop us?” The dripping disdain in the second voice was clearly Tommy’s. “A bunch of half naked harlots? I don’t think so.”

Georgia’s eyes shot to the door to Sammy’s office then back to Vince who was mauling their luscious manager’s enormous melons like twin stress balls, sinking his finger deep into the soft pillowy flesh and crushing them together as his obstinate hardness rhythmically rammed like a steam piston into her lewd, gushing wetness.

He had to have heard the commotion right outside the door. Georgia could hear it from outside the damn building, the heavy thump of stamping feet approaching and the loud objections of the girls working the bar. Weren’t they going to stop, maybe hide or lock the door?

“Gonna knock that bossy snatch up. I’m gonna dump my baby-making load right at the back of your fertile womb and fill that nasty cunt so full you won’t walk straight for a week!”

Apparently not.

Georgia watched breathlessly, worrying at her plump bottom lip as Vince's back muscles bunched up and he buried himself balls deep into a rapturously wailing Sammy just as the office door burst open.

“There you are, you poaching son of a–what the fuck?!”

"Yeessss~ fuck me full of your hot virile seed, you glorious goddamn Stud!”

The violent **** of their entry followed by the abruptness of their sudden halt meant that Tommy almost steamrolled over his older brother who was gaping in stupefaction at the vulgar sight before them.

Vince had slid one of his arms up between her immense exposed breasts to seize Sammy by the throat as he launched jet after scorching jet of potent spunk into her flat, empty belly. His other arm banded her trim waist, crushing her trembling booty back against his jerking, fountaining rigidity.

“C’mon you fat headed morons.” Georgia whispered urgently, wiping the perspiration out of her eyes as she tried to control her ragged breathing. "Do something.”

She felt feverish and ached to be touched but needed to see her poorly timed machinations play out to their conclusion.

Behind the two goggling fools several of Sammy’s new girls peered through the open doorway, their eyes locked like electromagnets onto Vince and their expressions turned smoky with ravenous desire and lustful envy. To a woman, each of them was young, utterly gorgeous, perfectly lean and conspicuously busty. Dressed identically in stretchy metallic wet-look micro skirts and the scandalously small tube tops with the bars name painted in gold lettering across their bulging out-thrust tits.

Somewhere in the back a stunning redhead swooned, overcome by the revealed scene of rude debauchery starring everyone’s favorite degenerate.

“Wha-What’s going on here?” Rocco stammered out, his beady eyes rolled wildly in their sockets as he clenched and unclenched his meaty fists. They were nearly the size of Christmas hams and Georgia was eager to see him put them to use. “You Vince?”

Stupid AND inarticulate, maybe she should have chosen someone with a little more moxie for this job. Like one of the chimps from the city zoo.

Vince glanced up from where he had buried his face in Sammy’s slender neck as he came, took one uninterested glance at the two stunned brutes then reached down to squeeze one of the panting blonde's bare bountiful breasts again.

“Get rid of these blind fools.” He murmured warmly into her ear and then kissed her cheek. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Then Vince buried his face in the silky mass of Sammy’s voluminous golden hair and grabbed her full, rounded hips as his sculpted rear began to flex again.

“Hmmmm~ Yes, Handsome.” She moaned, rocking back into him with tiny sinuous swirls and twerks of her thick, shapely rump. “I’ll take care of them. Then you can take care of me again and again and again...”

Sammy was staring the Limponi brothers dead in the eyes as she moaned out her last few words. She leaned slowly forward until she could rest on her elbows on the messy desk with her incredible rack sandwiched between her toned biceps. The two goons were struck dumb with horrified fascination as Vince began to pick up momentum and tangled his fingers in Sammy’s long flowing tresses again.

“I will let these worthless slugs go once they witness how a real man fucks and breeds my horny pussy.” She hissed in malicious glee and managed to look haughtily down on Rocco and Tommy despite her prone position. “Then they can flee back to their insignificant little club and jerk off their limp noodle dicks, trying to imagine that they are half the man you are, Stud.”

Georgia burned with a confusing mixture of yearning and dismay as she watched the two hulking men flinch back and fold in on themselves under the lashing rebuke of the panting, heaving blonde. Two of Sammy’s girls slipped into the office and frowned scornfully over at the brothers.

“How did you ever think you could square up to him, Rocco?” Spat a leggy brunette, folding her arms under her impressive bosom and staring icy daggers at the older Limponi who cringed away. “You’re not even man enough to stand in his shadow. I wish you could be here to see it when he fucks me three ways from Sunday but I’d have trouble getting off with you stinking up the place.”

“You always thought you were sooo~ smart, Tommy.” Sneered a busty ginger haired sexpot with flawless ivory skin and a tight ass that had never heard the definition of quit. “What’s going on here? You’re dumber than a box of hammers with a dick the size of a stubbed cigarette. That’s why you are always smoking those cigars, right? Compensating for something…”

Georgia shuddered as she watched the beautiful young women pick the two brothers apart as Sammy grew louder and more enthusiastic in her vigorous rutting exhibition. The curvy blonde’s massive chest bounced and swayed, her firm cushiony ass clapped and jiggled and her glowing curtain of glossy locks spilled across the desk like a dazzling waterfall of liquid sunshine.

Sammy was certainly looking very different. As though someone had taken the rundown ex-waitress, turned back the clock ten years then passed her through a dozen Instagram glam filters with an eye for a pornographic result.

How was that even possible?

“So fu-fucking gooood~! Hah…aha–Do it, Stud!” Sammy rasped, her head held high as her whole sumptuous body lurched forward with each mighty thrust into her. “Show these flaccid wimps how–nnnrgh~!–to fuck a woman properly and leave me bloated with all your molten hunky seed.”

Vince had both his rugged hands locked on her slim shoulders, fixing her in place impaled upon his stiff rampaging cock as he jackhammered into Sammy’s puffy, leaking pussy from behind. Georgia could almost taste the sticky, heady mixture of their combined juices dripping from their sinfully slapping sexes.

Vince’s last load of potent manseed and Sammy’s hot honey splattering down onto the office floor between her squealing boss's widely spread feet. Drooling out of her messy snatch as Vince prepared to fill it to overflowing again.

Georgia had to wipe away some drool of her own. As though her pretty mouth was trying to emulate Sammy’s soaked and abused womanhood. Her legs felt like jelly and there was a bubbling cauldron of lust roiling between her trembling thighs from watching Sammy systemically break two strong men down into simpering snivelling cucks as she was magnificently fucked and bred over the groaning office desk.

“Babe, be careful!”

Georgia yelped and almost fell off her precarious perch atop the dumpster when she felt a soft hand grip her ankle. Linh was staring up at her with a panicked look in her heavily painted eyes and a hand outflung, as though ready to catch her.

Georgia blinked in confusion then looked down at herself.

Her lacy black panties were drenched and Georgia could feel a thin trail of her warm fluids dribbling down her inner thigh. Her dainty hands had drifted down to her skirt and her knees were weak as she teetered in her tall platform boots, ready to tumble.

She steadied herself against the brick wall and gratefully took Linh’s helping hand to climb down. They hugged each other tight once she was safely back on firmer ground and Linh sniffled then sighed out a hungry raspy moan.

“Is it done, can we go home now?” Her roommate asked in a needy little animal whine. “Georgie, I don’t think I can hold out for much longer.”

Georgia knew what she meant. Every nerve in her body felt supercharged and overclocked. Even this small platonic gesture was pushing her to the edge, making her **** to tear off her confining clothing and demand brutal carnal satisfaction from her pliable Asian lover.

“It’s not over but yeah, we need to get out of here.” She groaned, reaching up to squeeze one of Linh’s braless tits through the thin cotton halter top. “I hope your pretty mouth and tongue are ready for a workout tonight, Slut.”

Linh’s face flushed with embarrassment but her eyes lit up with fierce arousal.

“Sure thing, Babe. I’ll do whatever you want. Just tell me what to do.”

Good. That was good and the blazing heat in Georgia's loins spiked as her friend bashfully averted her gaze.

“We just need to make one quick stop back at the adult emporium first.” Georgia said, her devious horny brain spinning out new thoughts and ideas. “I’m going to need one of those vibrating eggs and we’ll probably pick up a few other special purchases too.”

“Yes, Georgie.”

“Good girl. We might even find you a nice collar and maybe a ball gag to silence your whorish moans. Now move it, Slut. You’ve got a busy night ahead of you.”

“Yes Georgie. Thank you Georgie.”

Georgia allowed herself a wicked, hungry grin as they strode arm in arm back out into the quiet downtown streets.

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