Sudden Change of Plans

I wait, my breath deep and ragged in my throat once the hand released its grip on me. I remain on all fours, watching and waiting as they put their outfits back together.

The guard speaks up then, speaking roughly, in a deep, gravelly voice “We should check her for any audio equipment. If the boss found out we even risked letting a mole in, he’d have our hides." I heard the man behind me grunt in response, and swiftly he roughly grabbed my purse from my hands, and I watched the mic tumble onto the ground, rolling unnoticed down the path several feet away, into the darkness and into an open window of their place.

He pawed around in it several times, finding only loose change, a few knick-knacks, and the like. I wait, catching my breath as he opens up each side compartment, digging around everywhere for some sort of spy equipment. I hear him rip the bag, looking for a hidden compartment. Evidentially satisfied, he puts it under his left arm.

He hauls up, grabbing me around my up upper arm, forcing me to stand up. My legs wobble briefly, but I manage to catch myself. He grabs my hands, pulling my arms behind me forcefully, and I soon hear handcuffs being cinched down around my writs.

The guard goes back to standing crisply at the door, though he watches as I'm shoved forcefully forward, almost toppling me over, before I manage to take a step, then another toward the back entrance. He shoves me forward again, but before I could enter, I feel a hand pressed against my shoulder. I turned to see who it was and blinked quickly several times when I saw it was a woman. She's dressed in a pinstripe suit, looking quite formal, and has what is best described as a coldness to her eyes and gaze. It seemed harsh, and uncaring, as she looked me over closely, taking in my nudity with careful consideration. After a moment she clears her throat, turning her gaze away from me and to someone else out of my line of sight. "You really think I'm just going to let your new toy in? And all so you can what violate our security to play with her inside? It's not like you haven't already sampled her delights already. For now, you can play with her out here. Now, as for you two louts, get back to work, less you suffer my displeasure."

I pause, remaining still by the door, the guards quickly going back to their assigned spots, but for better or worse, they are not the only people from her smuggling ring outside just then. A point that was quickly made aware to me, as I felt a hand swiftly grab my clit and shaved mound, causing me to gasp loudly in response. I quickly orgasmed, feeling him roughly rubbing up and down upon my pussy lips. I felt him hold my body tightly against his, even as his hand pressed hard against my sensitive folds, rubbing them fiercely and swiftly before them. I orgasmed almost immediately, my legs feeling weak, and I cried out in almost animalistic passion. I felt my body quiver a bit, his hand exciting me ye further, and all the while I heard at least a few voices cry out and holler in excitement. I steal a glance over to my right and quickly catch sight of men watching, beyond the guards of course. I cry out loud as my pleasure rose yet higher, leaving me quite aware he's messing with me, and yet all I want is for more.

I felt my body melt into him, even as he held me tightly against him, his hand never slacking in speed and roughly playing me like an instrument. I feel myself leaning against him, even as he holds me against him. I moan out loud, hearing them respond with catcalls, humour, and lewd comments. I can hardly pay attention, as I orgasm once more, even harder than before, as I find myself increasingly having to lean on him to remain upright. I cry out loud, not caring who may hear, in savage and primal pleasure. I orgasm again and again, as pleasure forces all other concerns out of my mind.

I swiftly climax then as she switched from rubbing upon me to penetrating at least two, and then three, fingers into my pussy up to the knuckle; the whole time never slacking in speed, ferocity, or roughness of his act. I cry out loud, as primal desire fills my mind. I'm vaguely aware of how I was being played for their amusement, but just then my only concern was how much pleasure it was causing me. My cries were hardly intelligible at that point, "Oh Fuck yeeeEEEAAAAA oh AUUUaaaaaAAHHHHHHUUHHHHH.", and I orgasmed ever more regularly before them.

After a bit, though I could not say for how long, one of the guys cried out, "Hey, let us play with the harlot too!", followed swiftly by another shouting, "Yea, don't hog all the fun."