Crowd

The SUV stopped in a busy alleyway. Mistress made her get out. Disapproving sounds were heard, mockery, hands became exploratory. Mistress moved forward through a fairly dense crowd.

Emma was panting; the hood didn't let in enough air to manage the stress she felt from the bodies she brushed against, the ones caressing her. She was naked in a crowd that judged her not as the star she was, but as the woman she was. She heard the terms being used in this multitude; she was the center of attraction.

Mistress moved deliberately with exasperating slowness, when suddenly a voice spoke out,

• Nice dog you have there, madam, can we use her?
• Of course.

Emma was pulled into a less frequented alleyway, the ground dirtier, littered with trash. She was slammed onto a double-bent trash can, her buttocks exposed. Two slaps made her moan as a penis presented itself in front of her vagina and penetrated it with one thrust.

• Oh, yeah, Emma blurted out.

For long seconds, this man seemed particularly gifted. He was devastating her sex. The lack of air allowed through the leather hood amplified her sensations. She now understood why some women liked to be smothered during the act; it was ecstatic.

The man finally came inside her with a moan of satisfaction as her mistress lit a cigarette.

• Hmm, a real train station concourse, it's nice, I rarely have the space. Over to you, Jimmy. He's a bit simple-minded, but he's a real ass, she'll love it.

Another penis of impressive length entered without preparation. A simple-minded man was taking her. His incomprehensible noises and moans of satisfaction pushed Emma to the height of humiliation, but what's more, he was hitting the back of her vagina as if it were an obstacle to be pierced. He seemed tireless.

Emma was screaming now, but the hood muffled most of her sounds. Her head was spinning. It was no longer a mixture of pleasure but pure pain. She was already exhausted after the episode in the parking lot, but now she was reaching her limits. She begged in vain.

• Oh, I forgot, he only comes if you tell him, "Go ahead, Jimmy, you can come."

The monster plowing her ejaculated inside her with a bestial cry of satisfaction. His sperm filled her completely, running down her thigh. She remained there on the trash can, stunned and defeated, defeated by a poor boy who didn't really know what he had done to her.

• Thank you, Mrs. Jimmy, and we will remember this for a long time.

Without a word, Mistress left, pulling the leash. Haggard, Emma managed to keep up, but every step was becoming difficult. She felt like she was losing her balance every moment. Her body was knocked out. The ever-oppressive crowd continued to harass her, but she was no longer able to react to what it was causing her. She could hear people enjoying watching the sperm run down her thigh.

When Mistress stopped,

• Hello Firmin, I always love to take a walk before coming to eat at your place. My Slavia liked it too. Is my private room ready?