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Short stories about Pauline's by Pagan.
The Perils of Pauline 9
Pauline Templeton.
He was staring at the old brown clock hanging on the wall opposite, it read
11.20pm, he was thinking, thank god only 40 minutes to go, when the phone rang,
he leaned across the desk and picked the receiver up, "Hello, Samaritans, can I
help"?
A male voice started whining on about how he couldn't face life because of his
massive debts, he had so many money problems, what was he to do"? Dudley
listened interjecting his moaning with, "Oh dear, yes I understand, Oh that's
terrible". Finally he gave him two phone numbers for financial assistant,
reassured him it wasn't all that bad and hung up, thinking to himself, what a
prick.
The clock read 11.35, the phone rang again, "Hello, Samaritans, can I help", I
quiet female voice sounded startled, "Oh, eerrr yes hello, I don't know why I'm
ringing, I don't want to waste your time but I must talk to someone".
He spoke calmly to her, "Then take your time and tell me what you want, it
won't be a waste of time".
She cleared her throat, "I don't know what to do, I'm so depressed, I have no
friends, I've driven everybody I knew away, I just want to kill myself". Dudley
grabbed a note pad and pen, "Can you give me a name to talk to"?
"Pauline Temp, eerrr Smithson", he wrote Temple-----? "Well Pauline Smithson,
would you like to tell me what has caused all this misery"?
He heard a little sob in her voice, "My wonderful husband was killed in a car
crash and I can't get over it", he asked if they had been married long, he
thought to himself, she sounds quite young, "Only four years, he was the only
man in my life, I just want to die and be with him".
"Oh no, you mustn't say that, is it money problems"? she quickly said, "Oh no,
not at all, the insurance paid everything, no, no that's not a problem it's that
I'm so lonely, people have tried to be so nice but I only want him, I can't get
on with other men, their just not him".
Dudley pressed on, "Have you spoken to anybody else", she was really sobbing,
"Yes I've told all my friends I just want to die, I want to kill myself, I bore
everybody now they have stopped speaking to me".
Dudley calmed her, "Now don't say that, have you got a phone number", she told
him, "01795 552381".
He asked "Is that a local number", she carried on, "Yes, why"?
Her wrote it on the pad, "I will get a special councillor to ring you tomorrow,
is ten alright", she quietly said, "Yes, I'll be in".
As he put the phone down he quickly reached for the phone book, Temple, no
nothing, Templeford, no nothing, Templeton, yes, the phone number matched, he
wrote, 48 Cedar Grove, Ashley, he picked the phone up and dialled, a male voice
answered, "Yes", Dudley whispered, "Smith this is Williams, you and Jones need
to be at 48 Cedar Grove, Ashley at ten tomorrow, her name is Pauline Templeton,
money, husband dead, has told people she wants to die, really depressed, anyway
you know what to do, good luck", he replaced the handset, picked up his jacket
and left.
She sat on the chair, adjusting her pleated navy skirt and nervously straitening
her sleeveless white blouse. Her eyes went from the clock to the phone then to a
picture of her late husband that adorned the sideboard, smiling at him and
saying, " Well Dave do I look all-right or am I being stupid putting make-up on
to answer the phone", she got up and walked towards it".
As she picked up the picture she was startled by a knock on the back door, she
replaced the picture and went to the door, through the glass she could see two
men. One was large and a bit untidy; the other was smaller with a weasely thin
face.
"Yes what is it", the larger one came close to the glass, "Mrs Templeton, we
have come with regards to your call to Samaritans last night". This confused
her, "But I thought you were going to phone, how did you know my name I, I"? The
other smiled, "We were very concurred at the report and thought a home visit
most important, may we come in"?
She opened the door and pointed to the lounge, they wiped their feet, smiled at
her and went through to the lounge, she followed and asked them to sit, she sat
opposite.
The larger man spoke first, "My name is Smith and this is Mr Jones, we were told
that you don't want to live anymore, that seems very strange for such a
beautiful woman to contemplate".
The other man nodded, "That's very true Mr Smith, a very beautiful woman should
never feel like that".
She fidgeted as the men complemented her and gave a quite, "Thank you", before
telling them of the car accident and how she had tried to date but it was no
use. The two men sat quietly as she went in to detail on how she had annoyed
people by continually talking about David and how she wanted to end it all.
The two men looked at each other, "Well Mr Jones what a sad story".
"Yes Mr Smith, it would be such a sad waste of life, but what do you suggest".
Smith looked at Pauline, "Mrs Templeton, show me what you would write to the
world if you were to leave it", Jones took a half used writing pad from an old
battered brown case and past it, with a pen, to Pauline.
Pauline looked at them, Jones sat back down, "Come along Mrs Templeton, do as Mr
Smith asked, remember we are here to help you".
"Quite right Mr Jones, we are here to help".
Pauline wrote and pasted it back to Jones, who put it back in the case, she
looked surprised, "I thought you wanted to read it", Smith shook his head, "Oh
no we just need you to realize what you are thinking, now how would you do it,
how would you leave this world, have you thought"?
"I don't know, I suppose the car".
Jones said, "Not the exhorts pipe, oh no, shouldn't use that people could stop
you",
"Quite right Mr Jones, she needs privacy, in the home, doors locked".
"Do you think so Mr Smith, you mean hanging, and of course there's no going back
from hanging".
Pauline looked at the two men, "What do you mean no going back".
Smith looked at her, "I think a demonstration is in order don't you Mr Jones",
"If you think so, Mr Smith, I have a rope, Mrs Templeton have you a strong
ceiling fitting".
Pauline now a bit flustered, "I don't understand what your saying, what do you
mean, hanging".
Jones pulled a length of rope from his bag, " What don't you understand, you
want to join David".
"You see Mrs Templeton, Mr Jones is right you are wasting peoples time and
annoying people if your only pretending".
" That's right Mr Smith, she doesn't mean it, all this nonsense about her loving
husband".
Pauline looked at them defiantly, "I just wanted to talk about it, I need to
talk and don't you dare talk about my David".
Jones stood up, "You should know what it's like to be on the edge of life then
you wouldn't treat it so lightly, I would be surprised if David treated things
as a joke".
"Mr Jones is right, just show us a strong ceiling fix and you will understand".
Still with her defiant look, "I can assure you that I don't treat this as a
joke, there's a beam in the bedroom all right".
"Right Mr Jones lets go to the room", the three of them went to the bedroom.
Smith took the bedroom chair and placed it under the beam, Jones threw the rope
over, he looked at Pauline, "Mrs Templeton will you step up on the chair and
place the rope around you neck, then I think you will understand".
Pauline slipped her shoes off, stood on the chair and placed the rope around her
neck, "There, satisfied, now what".
Jones pulled the rope until it held tight around her neck.
She immediately put her hands to her throat, "Now, now Mrs Templeton, it's not
that easy, a little more Mr Jones", Jones pulled up, "Is that enough Mr Smith".
Smith looked at the struggling woman, "Put your hands down and Mr Jones will
stop", she did, as she did Smith took a pair of padded cuffs from the bag, held
her wrist's behind her and clicked them together.
Pauline groaned and her strangled voice asked, "What are you doing, stop please
stop", Smith looked around the room, "Ah Mr Jones you can tie the rope off by
going around that radiator", it was soon done and both men looked at the
helpless woman.
"So what do you think Mr Jones, does our Mrs Templeton look as though she wants
to die".
"I think my answer is no Mr Smith, she looks very pretty but very frightened and
for her to die would be a waste of a beautiful body".
"Well said Mr Jones, your right, indeed a waste of a beautiful body, have you
noticed the way her breasts rise and fall while she panics for life".
"Indeed I have Mr Smith and standing this close I have also noticed she has very
nice legs".
Pauline felt hands stroking her legs, she could just see the top of their heads,
but she knew what they were going to do, she kicked out but they were expecting
that and dodged, she lost her footing, the rope tightened, her eyes bulged as
she tried to scream Smith pushed her foot back on the chair, "Be careful Mrs
Templeton, you could hurt yourself".
"Now Mr Jones were where we, ahh yes disusing Mrs Templeton's beauty, I can't
see how any man could resist her".
"This is true Mr Smith maybe she has defects we can't see, should we investigate
after all we are here to help".
Pauline squirmed trying to avoid the searching hands, she felt the hem of her
skirt move, now almost chocking on the rope she begged them, "No".
She knew she was wasting her time as she heard Jones say, "Fine thighs".
"Oh yes Mr Jones and look, could that be the problem, white plain snug fitting
panties or as we used to call them passion killers".
Another straggled "No" as she felt fingers tracing the out line of her pussy
lips, "Doesn't feel as though it's been used to much, what do you think Mr
Smith"?
"Seeing is believing Mr Jones", Pauline felt fingers curl in to the waistband of
her pants and pull downward, "Now what do you think Mr Jones".
"I do believe this cunt has not had a cock stuffed in it for a while, it looks
tight and very, very fuckable, I wonder how much it has been used, I suggest we
ask Mrs Templeton".
"Splendid idea Mr Jones, if you will do the honours and undo the rope we will
have her down and ask her a few questions".
Jones slackened the rope and Pauline almost collapsed in to Smith's arm, he let
her fall to the floor, he sat on the bed, Jones pulled the chair round and sat
behind her, Smith pulled her head up, "Mr Jones has had an idea that if you
answered a few of our questions, we may be able to find out why you can't bring
yourself to be with another male, but first we must approach the delicate matter
of money".
Jones held her hair, "What my friend Mr Smith is saying is, where do you keep
your cash? It would be easier if you just tell me"
Pauline just wanted them out, without putting up a fight she whispered, "The
bottom draw, a black jewellery box". Jones looked in to the box, "My, my, such a
lot of cash, and a few nice trinkets, Mr Smith the delicate matter is
concluded", he emptied the contents in to his bag, took a few other cheaper
jewels from the dressing table and put them in the case before returning it to
the draw, he sat behind her again.
Smith still held her, "There that wasn't difficult was it, now we have sorted
out your finance's lets get on to your sex life".
Jones pulled her hair, "Mr Smith I believe you mean, lack of it".
Smith smiled, "Well Mrs Templeton, how was your sex life, did you fuck a lot and
how adventures were you".
Pauline tried to pull her head away but he held firm, her defiance returned, "No
never, I don't degauss things like that".
Smith looked at Jones who immediately put his arm around her neck and squeezed,
"If Mr Smith asks a question you answer, it will be easier in this position
rather then back on the chair", he squeezed hard making Pauline gag and chock,
"Do you remember the chair".
He released his grip, Pauline gasped in air, "I don't know why your doing this,
please stop, don't put me back on the chair".
Jones kept the grip firm, "What do you think Mr Smith, the chair or".
"Or what Mr Jones, I think that's up to Mrs Templeton, is she going to answer
all my questions"?
Jones tightened his grip, Pauline spluttered, "I'll answer, stop, please
anything, stop, I'll answer".
"That's better Mrs Templeton, now where was I".
"Did you fuck a lot and how adventurous were you, I believe Mr Smith".
"Thank you Mr Jones, well Mrs Templeton".
"We had sex like any other loving couple, we would make love three, four times a
week and".
"Just stop there Mrs Templeton, I have found the first reason you are not
getting on with other men, did you notice Mr Jones"?
"I think I did, Mr Smith, was it words"?
"Exactly Mr Jones".
"You see how helpful we are being Mrs Templeton, now the word sex is a no, no
the word is fuck, you fuck each other, he fucks your cunt you take his cock up
your cunt, he fucks your ass, you suck his cock, he plays with your tit's, you
understand how you should talk, and that's how you will excite your men-friends,
understand".
"Please I don't I can't", the grip on her neck tightened.
"Do you like being fucked, do you get wet, do you cum with a scream"?
Choking back tears, Pauline forced a swallow past the gripping arm of Jones, "We
used to fuck about three or four times a week".
"I think she's beginning to understand, well done Mr Smith".
"Thank you Mr Jones, now Mrs Templeton, how often did he fuck your ass"?
Pauline tried to shake her head, "He didn't, he would never expect me to do a
thing like that".
"Oh come now Mrs Templeton, every man likes to fuck an ass and from what I saw
as you climbed up those stairs you have a beauty, just think he could have been
fucking your ass rather than in that car".
Pauline sobbed, "No not my David".
"If you want to replace your David you will have to learn to take it up your
ass, what do you say Mr Jones"?
"I couldn't agree more, Mr Smith and while we are on the subject of pleasure,
does she swallow"?
Smith ran his finger over her lips, "Do you take it all the way down your long
throat and swallow"?
"I only ever play with his eerrrr cock as foreplay, he wouldn't use it like
that".
"Seems to be her problem Mr Jones, she needs to be a little more adventurous to
create interest in suitors".
"I agree Mr Smith".
Smith grabbed a handful of Pauline's hair and held tight, "I'm sure she has as
fuckable a mouth as she has ass and cunt".
Jones let go his grip, placed his hands on the back of her head and turned her
left, he put the fingers of his left hand to her lips, "Come now Mrs Templeton,
open those lovely lips, or it will be Mr Smiths turn to hurt you, and we don't
want that to happen do we".
A forceful shake of Pauline's head had the desired effect and her mouth opened,
Jones pushed two fingers across her tongue, "Smooth as velvet a lovely tongue",
he pushed further, sliding in to her throat, "She seems not to want to open her
throat Mr Smith".
Smith's right hand clenched round her throat and squeezed, "Relax your throat
Mrs Templeton, come on your going to have to sooner or later, come on try, it's
easy, is that any better Mr Jones"?
Jones pressed in to her throat pushing past the muscle, "So tight Mr Smith so
tight but so nice".
Pauline gagged and tried to move as the fingers pushed in to her, her eyes
looking, pleading as she open her mouth wide and swallowed more and more of the
invading digits, "Mr Smith I'm delighted to say I'm in as far as I can reach".
"Well done Mrs Templeton, thanks to Mr Jones your learning more".
Jones pulled his hand away and Smith let her fall back to the floor, Jones
stepped over the sobbing Pauline, "What next Mr Smith".
"Well Mr Jones, it's time to see if this beautiful body needs to be educated in
to the art of enjoying sex, it has all the right moving parts so lets see how
they move".
Both men bent and picked Pauline up, a quick movement found her propelled on to
the bed, as they took their jackets off Pauline pleaded, "Why are you doing this
to me, you are supposed to help, what have I ever done to you"?
Smith loosened his tie, "We are here to help, help you to find your problem and
cure it, am I not right Mr Jones"?
"Indeed Mr Smith, shall I continue with the examination"?
Smith nodded and Jones took a long scalpel like blade from his case, Pauline
squealed as she tried to shuffle back from the clasping hand, she didn't get
far. Jones grabbed the collar on the blouse and pulled until all the buttons
tore off.
The blade did the rest as her blouse was shredded. One slice cut her skirt from
waist to hem, she rolled on the bed in just her bra and pants, three more slices
and she was just in her pants, she rolled on to her front, hiding her ample firm
breasts from her hateful tormentors.
Smith, now naked, walked to the other side of the bed, pulled the handcuffs up
to the small of her back, then with the other hand he slid his fingers in to the
waistband of her white pants and pulled upwards, "Fine, round and firm, a lovely
delicate pink in colour Mr Jones".
Pauline looked to the side at the skinny naked frame of Jones, she watched him
lift the case and put it behind her at the bottom of the bed.
Pauline sobbed in to the pillow as she felt their hands push under the waistband
and stroke her naked ass, she shuddered as Jones said, "Fine and smooth, just
like a babies only a lot more fun, a Mr Smith".
"A waste to be unused, Mr Jones, a pure waste".
Pauline shook, "No, no please leave me alone".
"Can't do that Mrs Templeton, not until we have solved all your problems,
wouldn't be right would it Mr Smith".
"No Mr Jones, we have checked the receptacles now lets see how much movement
this body has got, and I leave that to your expert knowledge".
Pauline tried to squirm from under Smith's grip as she felt Jones pull her pants
down her legs, then oily fingers pushed around her cunt then ass. A slippery
fingers pushed hard into her ass-hole the more she wriggled to escape the digit
the further it pushed in, again and again ever time covered in more oil.
She went rigid as she felt the finger touch her vagina, "No, no stop", but all
she heard was Jones voice.
"A little up this hole".
"It's up to you Mr Jones, it won't hurt to get some slip up there, be better for
Mrs Templeton".
The words, "Oh god stop, stop, stop", came out in jerky bursts as Jones pushed
his fingers in and out of Pauline's cunt, suddenly he stopped, she felt nothing,
until her legs were forcefully pushed apart as Jones got on the bed between
them.
Smith's hand pressed firmly in to her back holding her down, only her head could
look from side to side but she could see nether of them. She kicked with her
legs, they flayed around until Jones put his weight on them, she knew she was
helpless.
Something wet and hard pressed between her ass cheeks, she tried to let out a
loud scream but Smiths other hand held her head in to the pillow, muffling her.
Even as Jones pushed past the slippery entrance her scream was only a pathetic
moan.
She tried to move, anything to escape the invading object, she may have been
held tight but she could still hear, "Lovely sight Mr Smith, a wiggling full
ass".
"Lovely Mr Jones, now lets see the other hole filled and wiggling".
Pauline continued her moaning as she felt something pushing up her cunt, it was
huge, she felt herself being torn open, it had been over four months since
anything had been up her now both her holes were being invaded. She jumped, the
one up her ass moved, then vibrated, the same thing started up her cunt.
Jones moved from between her legs, her pants were pulled up trapping the
vibrators securely in to her, Smith let her go.
Pauline immediately curled up in the middle of the bed, sobbing, "Please take
them out, you can't do this, oh god no, please no it's horrorable".
The loathsome fat Smith pulled on his equally fat cock as he smiled down at the
crying woman, "Me thinks she doth protest her innocence too much, Mr Jones".
"We will see, Mr Smith, we will see".
Jones had no trouble in grabbing her legs to put a pair of padded ankle cuffs on
and then fastened them up to her wrists.
Both men lay on the bed, their hard cocks pointing in to Pauline's pretty face
as she lay hogtied between them.
Pauline looked up at the grinning face's continually pleading with them to
remove the vibrating rods, Smith was getting annoyed, "It's not like me to be
rude Mrs Templeton but just shut the fuck up, we will tell you how you can get
them out but not just now so unless you want Mr Jones to gag you, just be quiet
and let us enjoy you".
Pauline's eyes closed as she tried to stop crying, her moaning was suddenly
interrupted, her eye flew open as a stifled yell filled the bedroom, the two
vibrators clicked up a gear, both of them started to rotate, buzzing and
thrusting at various speed's and intervals.
"It pays to use the best toys doesn't it, Mr Jones".
"Only the best for our clients Mr Smith and there's more to come, and the first
to find that out will be our Mrs Templeton".
Pauline squirmed on the bed, "Please stop them, take them out I can't stand it".
"We don't want you to stand, just lay there and enjoy".
"This is a wonderful spectator sport, don't you agree Mr Jones".
"Mr Smith the way Mrs Templeton is motoring I hope she will be lapping me
shortly".
The two men laughed at the pun but it was true Pauline squirmed between them,
try as she could to stop the humiliation that her body was forcing on her she
was now responding to the thrusting inside her.
They could all hear the humming coming from her cunt and ass lips, she groaned
as she felt the wave of an orgasm building inside her. Squirming around on the
bed, she felt a hand on her head.
"That's it Mrs Templeton, enjoy".
"Mr Smith is right, just enjoy the first of many".
Pauline was sobbing between groans she tried once more, "Please take them out I,
I can't do this it's, it's, oh god aaahhhh", the vibrators clicked up another
gear thrusting faster and the orgasm that had been threatening suddenly shook
her body.
Both men enjoyed the sight of the groaning woman, hogtied, her ankles held over
her ass as her hips thrust in to the bed, she found it imposable to stop the
vibrators filling her with uncontrollable pleasure. Slowly the realization of
what had just happened consumed her and she sobbed.
Her head looked up as she tried to focus through her tears, "Please stop them,
take them out, I, I, oh no please no, take them out, oh god it's"
"That's right Mrs Templeton, it's happening again".
"Mr Smith is right and it's going to happen, again and again".
"Oh come now Mr Jones she can always stop this".
Pauline's crying was intermingled by gasps as the two vibrators pumped and moved
up her, she knew she was very wet and getting wetter and to her horror another
set of ripples meant another orgasm was on it's way.
"Please stop this, I'm begging you".
"I sight to behold, Mr Jones, a tied, beautiful woman begging you".
"Yes Mr Smith, but what is she begging for".
The men deliberately took their time, watching her as wriggled around between
them, finally Smith said,
"Mrs Templeton what is it you want".
As the vibrators clicked up, driving her closer to another climax she gasped,
"To take these-ese out, pla, plesee".
"Shall I Mr Jones or will you".
Both men grinned at each other as Pauline gasped and jumped giving a little
squeal as she couldn't stop herself and came again.
"After you Mr Smith".
"Thank you Mr Jones, well Mrs Templeton, if you want them out there are two big
cocks full, hard and horny looking at you, to be blunt, we now know you have a
superb throat muscle so use it and suck them both empty, swallow it all and then
we will take them out".
"I couldn't no I have, aaahhhhh oh no it's to much ahh, ahh, ahh".
"Get ready Mr Jones I think our turn is coming, literally".
"I can't do that, umph, aahhh, I, oh no not moreeeeaaahh", the sensation grew
inside, Pauline's face drew closer to Smith's cock, it twitched in front of her
eyes.
"Gratification better than anticipation, what do you think Mr Jones".
"I don't want to think of it Mr Smith or I'll have nothing left for her to
swallow".
Smith thrust his hips at Pauline, his cock slapped in to her face, "Come on Mrs
Templeton open wide, you will suck it sooner or later, there are at least six
more gears on your two friends".
With a defeated groan Pauline open her mouth, her tongue flicked out over the
fat meat, she felt sick but her shudder was interrupted by a louder hum from
between her legs, she immediately captured the cock in to her mouth and sucked
at it.
"Gratification, Mr Jones, believe me wonderful gratification".
"I see Mr Smith and if you don't mind I'm going to get a better look".
Jones pushed down the bed, he watched as Pauline's mouth moved back and forth on
Smiths cock. His hand slid between her bent legs to feel the soaking wet pants,
then he pulled them up as far as they would go re-trapping the vibrating rods
fully up in to her.
"Stop nooooo stop".
Jones played with the plastic ends, "Get the cock back in your mouth and suck,
I'm enjoying watching your hips humping the bed, pity that cocks plastic, just
remember the faster you suck the quicker we cum and they come out".
Pauline sucked franticly, she was chocking and gagging but she forced herself,
Smith tormented her pulling it out and slapping her face with the wet end.
"Naughty, naughty Mrs Templeton, you really are a greedy girl, oh go on then
have it back and could I have a little more tongue tickling this time", then he
would hold her head as he pushed it back and in past her throat muscle, all the
time Jones played between her legs.
"Oh Mr Jones, I'm about to feed this lovely lady, I envy your turn to come and
you will, oh, oh yes go on suck it out, here it comes".
Trying not to vomit it back up Pauline swallowed as much as she could, she
couldn't believe the amount of filth Smith was pumping it to her. Finally he
stopped, she coughed and shook her head, the dribbles of juice splat on to her
face, she wiped her face on the bed as she turned her head left she saw Jones's
cock, staring her in the face, it's pre-cum dripping from the hole.
Her eyes looked up to see Jones grinning down at her, "As the saying goes Mrs
Templeton, suck it and see".
As she coughed out the last of Smith's juice the vibrators started to jerk
erratically, both men smiled as they heard, "Oh god no", before a beautiful set
of lips closed over Jones's cock.
"Mmmmm I see what you mean Mr Smith".
Her hips jumped and thrust in to the bed as she felt another orgasm building,
her head pushed faster on the erect meat stuck in her mouth, licking and sucking
at the tip before ramming herself down until it fitted in her throat, as her
mouth stretched to accommodate the thick meat she gagged but didn't stop hoping
above hope that what he was watching would make him cum, she was making sure he
didn't have chance to pull his cock out of her mouth and tormenter her like
Smith had.
"I can't hold this for much longer, I feel she is going to get a mouthful of
desert very quickly".
"Be my guest Mr Jones fuck her mouth as much as you like, it must be time to
move on to the next lesson so this won't be the last time you will have chance
to fill this lovely woman".
With those words ringing round the room Jones shot his load in to the back of
Pauline's throat, she pulled back but Jones held her hair.
"Get you face back down and swallow it all, then I will let you lick every drop
of what you have spilt, then and only then will we relieve you of your friends".
Her tongue licked up and down the shaft before she sucked the hairs around his
cock in to her mouth as she did she groaned, her hips twisted, her cunt rubbed
over the bed, Smith ran his hand over her ass, "Looks like she's coming again,
it would be a shame to stop her, I'll wait".
Jones slid off the bed and smiled as Pauline wiggled and groaned in to the bed,
finally she cried out as she came.
"Very nice, well Mr Jones we know she can use all her holes and use them well".
Jones undid the cuffs holding her legs and wrists together as Smith pulled her
pants down letting the vibrators slip out. "Now that's one hot cunt", Pauline
heard them laughing and sobbed uncontrollably.
Smith pulled her over and stared in to her tear stained eyes, he wiped the tears
from her face and placed his fingers on her lips, "Sssshhh Mrs Templeton, see
you now swallow, it wasn't to bad was it, now Mr Jones what else have we"?
Jones slid his hands over her breasts and began to work them over, "Mmmm firm,
round and such a nice shape", his hand slid down her body, "Look at this it's
nice when the stomach is so flat, an obvious lack of children, see Mr Smith how
it makes the mound of her cunt stand proud".
He ran his fingers over the soft hair of her cunt, then slowly pushed in to her,
"And what have we here".
Smith knelt over her, "Your hubby like to give you a licking", she shook her
head, "Oh come on surely he sucked and licked that lovely cunt of yours, get you
hot, did he"?
"Please leave me alone, I've done what you want".
"Oh no Mrs Templeton, that was just a sample, now Mr Jones has a very active
tongue and your cunt is still hot, lets see what happens when his tongue and
your cunt get to know each other, I will take the ankle cuffs off and you will
open your legs".
The ankle cuffs were removed, Smith pulled her left leg open as Jones held her
right before he got on the bed, kept her legs apart ether side of his shoulders
and started to tickle her cunt.
She sobbed as Smith sat beside her, he smiled and started playing with her
nipples, rolling them between his fingers and pulling them out, they were still
hard from her orgasms.
She jumped as she heard Jones say, "Now what have we here, oh nice and still hot
and wet".
He pulled the lips apart and ran his tongue over the middle of it, then up to
circle over the nub, it went hard with his expert stimulation, she jumped but he
continued to eat at her cunt, licking and poking his tongue up as far as he
could.
She closed her eyes, gritting her teeth at the intimate invasion, Smith never
took his eyes off her, waiting for Jones to complete his task.
Pauline was still hot from the vibrators and her body, still aroused, soon
betrayed her again. Jones worked on her cunt, completely covering the hole so he
could suck and tickle while his mouth moved her clit hard back on her Venus
mound, exciting her body until her hips started to rotate in to his face, her
cunt was responding the only way it knew how.
Smith could see that Pauline could not stop the sensation that Jones was forcing
on her, her mouth open in a straggled cry, "Mrs Templeton we are going to
relieve that hot feeling between your legs with ether those plastic cunt fuckers
or our cocks, would you like a choice"?
"Ples please not the plastic things ahhh no, don't, please leave me alone".
Smith bent and sucked on the hard nipples, "Soon Mrs Templeton, soon".
Jones looked up his face covered in wet juice, he looked at Smith, "Now".
Smith stood up, "Now".
They grabbed Pauline and pulled her from the bed, Smith lay on his back, "Come
on Mrs Templeton sit on it".
Jones was to strong for the exhausted woman and he found it easy as he pushed
her until she was kneeling over Smiths fat cock, "Sit down Mrs Templeton, you
know you want to, just get rid of that ache between your legs, you know you want
fucking".
Pauline closed her eyes and sunk down over Smiths cock, unable to control a sob
as she heard "Lovely, snug and wet, just perfect Mr Jones, just perfect".
Unable to stop herself Pauline pumped on Smiths cock, she hated it but her body
forced her to seek relief, Smith touched her nipples he didn't rub them just let
his fingers glide over her, barely touching her as Jones slid his hands over her
ass, they were enjoying working on her as she was unable to stop herself pumping
faster.
"Mr Jones this woman is superb, a lovely fuck, her cunt muscle are as good as
her throat, are you going to relieve yourself, I'm sure Mrs Templeton will
accommodate your needs".
Jones deliberately stood in Pauline's line of vision as he took the tube of gel
from the case and spread it on his fingers, "If you could do the honours Mr
Smith".
Smith tugged the hard nipples forward, Pauline felt Jones push fingers between
her ass cheeks, she pulled back, "No, god no not that".
Jones went to the case took a pair of pliers and handed them to Smith. Jones
held Pauline as the pliers bit in to her nipple, as Smith pulled he said, "Come
here Mrs Templeton, it's pointless to fight the inevitable".
"Please no, I'll do anything else but aahhh no don't hurt me" Smith carried on
pulling her down, her nipple clamped firm in the jaws of the pliers.
Her face was now only inches from Smiths, her body still wiggled on Smiths cock
as he pumped her, keeping her aroused.
Smith let his legs open, allowing Jones to kneel between them, his fingers found
the hole he wanted, Smith smiled in to Pauline's face as he saw her eyes close
as she shook her head, "No, no please, I can't".
Both men laughed as they heard her gasp at the intrusion, Jones was pushing at
the tight entrance, Pauline was trying to keep him from fucking her ass but she
still felt a orgasm building in her .
Jones kept thrusting, holding her shoulders and pushing, the jell up her hole
started to coat the tip. The sensation was bringing Pauline closer to her
climax.
Jones felt himself breaking in to her ass, one quick pull on her shoulders and
he slid in filling her up until she thought she would burst. Jones banged in to
her as hard as he could. He rubbed his hands over he ass as he thrust in to her.
He dribbled spit down on to her stretched anus ring as he pushed in and out, he
could feel Smith fucking her cunt through the thin membrane.
Both men could hear her, her breathing becoming a pant, Smith's cock slid in so
easy as her fluid coated the hard fat meat, much as Pauline hated what the two
men were doing to her, her body bounced faster and faster until it went rigid as
her cunt flooded over Smith's cock and balls.
"I think Mrs Templeton is enjoying herself, shall we continue Mr Jones".
"I have every intention in enjoying this tight virgin ass-hole, a prize indeed
and Mr Smith, hopefully Mrs Templeton will want to cum again".
Pauline's head lay on Smith's shoulder she was totally sandwiched between the
two men as they continued fucking her, she just lay between them exhausted,
unable to stop their abuse and knowing that if they didn't stop soon another
multiple orgasm would consume her.
The two men worked themselves hard up her she couldn't help it as her feeling
started again. She was starting to moan but the two men blew their loads in to
her.
"I think she's getting hot again, Mr Jones".
"She's one hot horny little shag toy Mr Smith, who'd have thought it".
Jones pulled her off Smith, "Come on Mrs Templeton, up on the chair again".
Pauline panicked, "No please not that don't hurt me".
"We aren't going to hurt you, just get up there".
Pauline half climbed and was half pushed up on to the chair, Smith undid her
cuffs and stood in front of her, "We know your still hot so before you can get
down play with yourself".
"Oh no how could you, I've done enough, your disgusting".
Smith's hand slid between Pauline's legs and up to her cunt rubbing his thumb on
her clit, she tried to push his hand away but he held her fingers and made her
rub her self.
"That's it, give yourself a fingering, lets see you finger fuck".
Jones pushed his hand between her legs from behind and tickled her cunt, "You
heard Mr Smith, fuck yourself".
Pauline's fingers toyed with her nub, the men could see how wet her fingers were
already. As she worked on herself for the perverted pleasure of the men, her
eyes shut which was the que for Jones to get up behind her and slip the noose
back around her neck, before she knew the rope was retied off around the
radiator.
She struggled looking at the two men in disbelief, "Why have you done that, I'm
doing what you want".
Smith handed her a vibrator, "We know but now you can please us more by fucking
yourself with that".
"Shall we sit on the bed and enjoy the spectacle, Mr Smith".
"Oh yes Mr Jones, it's nice to look up at this little show, kind of get a
vibrators eye view up that hole".
Pauline stood on the chair pumping the plastic cock in and out of her cunt, the
two men watched as she drew closer to her climax. Her juice started to run down
the plastic over her fingers, she moaned as she started to climax, driving the
rod faster in to herself, she threw her head back as she shuddered to her
orgasm.
Smith kicked the chair away.
It only took half a minute for Pauline to stop kicking, the vibrator clattered
to the floor. Smith and Jones stood up, "Lets get the bed sorted first, find her
a robe and dress her, she would never have hung herself naked".
Smith and Jones remade the bed, cleaned and tided the room, Jones put the dirty
bed linen and torn clothes in to the case. He took the writing pad, opened it to
her note then placed it on the dressing table along with the pen. Smith checked
that there were no marks on her wrist's, "Mr Jones did you wash the cum out of
her ass as well as her cunt".
"Yes, and it was still warm, she was a fun fuck, still we have solved all her
problems".
Smith gave the bedroom a last look over, "Indeed Mr Jones, it's a difficult job
but some-one has to do it, I've checked the rest of the house, it's clean, shall
we go".
Williams sat at the desk, he opened the envelope and counted the 300 again,
smiled at the thank you note from Smith and Jones, the phone rang, "Hello
Samaritans can I help"?
Pagan.
