Page 17 of Bought and Shared
Flipping Amy around, he bends her over one of the seats and hauls her skirt over her backside. Snapping her panties off in a single tug, he begins to spank the girl with a force I can feel all the way in the back of the bus.
“Stop that!” Amy growls, fighting like a wild animal to free herself from his iron grip. “Please stop!”
But the Captain doesn’t let up. Instead, he picks up the pace, striking her even faster and harder than before. “Tell me that you’re our little slave girl, and I will.”
Amy grits her teeth and takes several more hard spanks before capitulating. “Fine! I’m your little slave girl,” she spits out, absorbing the last blow with a squinched expression.
The Captain gives her one final whack before rubbing her tender flesh. “That’s right. You’re our little cock-slut, slave girl. Whatever we tell you goes. Do you understand?”
Sulking, Amy finally agrees with a nod of her head.
“Say it,” the Captain demands, slapping her right between her legs. The strike makes a sharp noise, letting everyone know just how wet she is.
Amy quickly feeds him the expected line. “I’m your little cock-slut, slave girl. Whatever you say goes, Master.”
Tarlov steps closer and rubs between the folds of her exposed sex. “Fuck, her pussy’s so creamy right now I could slide right in without much force at all. I might even be able to work my knot in!”
Maneuvering Amy into the aisle so that all three of them have access to her lithe body, the Captain smiles. With one hand on her hip and the other pressing down between her shoulder blades, he bends Amy over before him. “I knew our slave girl would like a good spanking. Wait until I use my belt on this tight little ass. Then we’ll get that cunt of yours running like a fucking faucet!”
Shaking her rear at him in an open invitation for more, Amy says, “Yes, please, Master. I welcome whatever you want to give me.”
The Captain drags down his zipper and yanks out his massive cock. “Is that so, slave? Well, then, brace yourself. I’ve gotsomething to give you right now that you’re going to love.” He lines himself up with her slit and rams forward with immense force.
Amy sucks in a deep, keening breath as the officer fills her full of his huge cock. She grunts when he pulls back out, and moans when he repeats the brutal action all over again.
Gripping the fabric of the seat, Amy reaches between her legs and begins to massage her clit. “Did we give you permission to do that?” The dark-haired warrior angrily questions her.
“No, Master, you didn’t,” Amy returns in staccato grunts, the Captain’s eager thrusts incessantly pummeling her forward with every syllable.
“In fact, you were told that you couldn’t cum at all,” the Captain reminds her then. “Dunkan, teach our slave girl a lesson she sorely needs. Fill that naughty mouth of hers with Voltan cock until she gags.”
“Yes, Captain.” Undoing his own trousers, Dunkan unleashes his erection, which is every bit as terrifying as his Captain’s. “Open wide, slave!”
Amy’s lips dutifully part, as Dunkan rubs the tip against her bottom lip, smearing his precum like lip gloss, before driving deep. He growls with ecstasy as he slides to the back of her throat. “Fuck me! She takes my cock like a pro! Every time you slam her my way, I can feel her fucking tonsils.”
Seeming to agree, Amy continues to ride the man behind her like a bronco, moaning and choking on Dunkan’s flesh as she’s ceaselessly slammed from behind.
“That looks so damn good,” Tarlov notes, stroking himself through the tented fabric of his uniform. “It’s been years since I’ve been inside a woman. I wonder if she can handle two cocks at a time.”
The blond Captain’s hips are still ramming Amy from behind when he stills, grips her hair, and tugs it hard to get her attention. “Time to find out. Slave, you need to pleasure both of your masters with your mouth. Be a good girl and give Tarlov and Dunkan both the attention they deserves.”
I’m so breathless with anticipation, I can hardly move. I’ve only ever seen people kiss, and those exchanges had been considered chaste. This, what was taking place in front of me now, is far more debaucherous than anything out of my wildest fantasies. I didn’t even know a woman could please a man like this. Three at a time makes my knees weak and my core throb with excitement.
Amy begins working Tarlov’s cock then. The man’s stomach muscles tense and flex from the pleasure of her skill. “You were right, Captain. Our slave is well-versed in how to please a man. She works my cock just how I like it.”
Looking pleased with their praise, Amy switches back and forth between pleasuring Dunkan and Tarlov. Just when I think I can’t take the tension any longer, the Captain tosses his head back and lets out a guttural roar. His hips jerk fast and then still as he fills Amy with his seed.
Dunkan and Tarlov aren’t far behind him. Amy works both men’s shafts in tandem then. Tarlov breaks first. He spews thick ropes of cream into her open mouth. Dunkan follows his comrade and adds to the glorious mess.
The Captain pulls out of Amy’s body and does up his pants. “Make sure she licks up every drop, brothers. None of our cum is allowed to go to waste or else our little cock-slut will be punished.”
“Aye, Captain,” the men say in unison.
Amy dutifully cleans each man with her tongue before they tuck themselves away inside their uniforms. This happens just in time as I hear footsteps outside of the bus. The women are back from lunch and climbing aboard, none the wiser about what has just taken place here.
As the women filter in, the Captain looks over the seat and catches my eye. A slow smile spreads across his lips and he gives me a knowing wink. From that wink, I get that he isn’t surprised by my presence. I believe he knew I was there the whole time.
An hour later, my cheeks are still burning over what I witnessed. The fact that I’d been caught red-handed watching Amy and her lovers doing something so intimate was only adding fuel to the fire.
