The sudden intensity of her climax made Mills cum on the spot, and with a, “Holy shit!” he buried his fuckstick inside her to coat the back of her pussy with his lust. They came together in sweaty ecstasy and the other three guys laughed at her plight, cumming on the cock she was forced to fuck.
“If only Cooper could see his wife now, cumming on another man’s cock and screaming for more,” said Nick, the boss. “He’d probably cum in his pants!” Simmons reached over and fondled her bouncing tits while she her back was arched in immobilized rapture, taking advantage of her helpless state.
“She sure does know how to show some guys a good time,” he added.
As Mills finished cumming he pulled out, and said “She really is a mother I like to fuck! What a slutty fucking whore.” Nick grabbed the leash before her exhausted, dazed body could slide down the front of the van.
They helped her stand and from down the street they heard the sound of a door slam, accompanied by a, “Who’s there? What’s going on?”
“Quick! Inside!” whispered the boss, and grabbed her by both hands. Using the middle of the leash to lash her wrists together he walked quickly toward the back door of the nearby club. With her hands bound near her throat and in very high heels she tried to keep up, quickly clip clip clipping behind them. Moisture ran from her pussy down her legs, her naked hips swayed dangerously from side to side in her attempts to keep her balance as she was pulled at a brisk pace to the open door.
They all ducked into the club just as the footsteps coming down the street reached their little alley. She regained her balance and caught her breath, looking at their grinning, relieved faces as she heard Nick lock the door behind them. Only then did she realize that they weren’t done with her yet; they were just getting started.