Bed head

When she got home, Maisie resolved to not go out for once. Every time she did, she seemed to end up in trouble. Yes, tonight was going to be a quiet night in!

She had been cleaning the apartment each night and now it didn’t seem so much like a crime scene and she actually began to like it. With a few nice touches it started to look like home. The stains and blotches had gone, there was a shade on the light and overall it felt good. Just one thing remained that annoyed her. The terrible squeak in the bed!

Every time she sat or rolled onto the right side it groaned like her mother’s snores. So, armed with a little tin of petroleum jelly, she went in hunt of a rusty spring.

Lying on her back in her I heart NY nightshirt, trying to get under the thing, Maisie felt like a car mechanic, but the bed was surprisingly heavy. She had to use almost all her strength to bench press it, enough for her to slide her head under for a look, and only as she did, something in the back of her head started to ring a small alarm – You’re doing it again Maisie!!! Too late, the iron bed frame came back down once her head was completely under it.

"Oh bother"! Said Maisie, and began trying to lift the frame again ,but this time without the leverage she had when she got herself under it. Almost as soon as she did this though, she heard another creak, this time not from the bedframe but from the door, and Maisie’s heart sank, suspecting what was coming.

Seconds later, two hands gripped her ankles. She knew it was pointless but said anyway, “Please sir, could you help me out of here?" but felt her nightshirt get hauled up her body, leaving her naked but for her white cotton panties which she felt sure were unlikely to provide much defence. Sure enough, these were pulled aside as a warm body lay on top of her and a penis began to slide inside her again.

Maisie braced herself against the underside of the bed as she began to get rogered once more (She still couldn’t bring her self to use the F word – it was too vulgar) and considered, this was a little less uncomfortable than some of the other situations she had found herself in recently. In fact, she thought, maybe if I pushed when he thrust, and got into the same rhythm… With that, Maisie began actively thrusting back at him while he skewered her flower. It felt kind of nice actually when she thought about it. She spread her legs as wide as she could and the “invader” took full advantage. Maisie enjoyed the change of pace. He began picking up speed and she could feel herself getting warmer, despite her lack of clothing. Maisie realised with a jolt that she was actually enjoying this now, and was disappointed when a few moments later, she felt the climactic thrusts from him and the wet spray deep inside her that signalled the end of his interest in her.

Disappointed, and with her little flower feeling red hot and looking for more, Maisie felt him get off and leave without a word. However, she needn’t have worried as his place was taken moments later by someone grasping her thighs with rough hands and slamming his penis deep inside her. This one started like a steam train, penis pistoning away deep inside her from the get-go. Thank goodness! thought Maisie and gasped audibly in time to his thrusts. Oh my, this one was good, thought Maisie, as she could feel her legs trembling in his arms. Ripples of pleasure ran up and down her stomach and she felt just like she had that time when she had been taken to the carnival by her parents as a kid and allowed to ride the big dipper. Her stomach flipped over. She felt her whole body trembling. What on earth was happening to her. It was weird it was wonderful. Fireworks went off in her brain and her body slammed itself up to meet him. By the time he spattered his juices inside her, she was spent and felt like she was lying under him like a rag doll.

When the next man entered her, it was kind of nice. She felt like it was warm and cosy to be rogered over and over again like this. Despite everything, it made her feel wanted somehow. This one grabbed her by the breasts and pulled on them as he thrust into her. That was ok too she guessed. Everything felt nice after the last one.

Eventually the succession of penises came to an end. Maisie had lost all track of time when a familiar voice said, “You ok in there Macy?”

“Uh yes. Would you mind helping me out please Candy?”

“Sure”, and in a moment, the hooker had an end of the bed lifted and Maisie shimmied out, before helping the infortunate girl to her feet. Maisie was disorientated and felt like she was having an out of body experience still.

Candy stepped back and looked at the soaking mess between Maisie’s legs, “I didn’t wanna interrupt you like, when you were busy, but omg Macy -look at you!"

Maisie glanced down at herself as she got to her feer, still muddled, but beginning to become a little self-conscious of the sopping mess that was her vagina. Faint feelings of embarrassment started to well up until Candy added: "Doll, like I spend all night freezing my ass off on the street in my skimpies and I don't collect half the jizz you got going on there Mace. You're my fucking hero!"