The Holdup Ch. 02

It was long and thick; purple veins ran along the shaft and the pink glans leaked clear droplets of pre-seminal fluid. Ray pushed up with his hips and pushed down on the back of her head and mashed the muzzle of his pistol into her temple. Reluctantly Nadine Munner opened her mouth and Ray's bloated member slid over her lips and tongue. He humped at her face, stifling her sobs as her lips clamped down on his cock in a reflex action.

Steve's cock was leaving snails-trials of pre-come on Jeanette's Hathcock's control-top pantyhose and she could feel the heat of his member as it snaked through the leg-opening of her panties, up her thigh and tantalisingly close to her mound. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him as she bucked against the fingers he had buried in her cunt. She pulled her face away from his and Steve looked into her sexy face; her makeup mussed and her lipstick smeared around her mouth.

"Please! Please! Please!" she cried; pretending she was begging for him to stop; but her eyes betrayed that what she really wanted was for him to take her quickly.

She reached down and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pantyhose in order to pull them down over her hips so that Steve could access her sopping cunt. Steve grabbed her wrists and stopped her, pulling her face close to his. He whispered into her ear.

"Leave them on; I haven't touched a woman dressed like this for years and it feels so sexy," he panted.

Jeanette nodded and her fingers scrambled around the desk until they found what she was looking for; Abbot Balfour's ivory-handled letter opener. It was the moment of truth! She could either thrust the letter opener into Steve McDonald's body and try to escape or she could submit to her desires.

She held the letter opener up for Steve to see; the stainless steel blade shimmered under the fluorescent lights. Steve looked at it and then into Jeanette's pretty, heavy-mascaraed eyes and she smiled wantonly and lowered the object to her crotch where she pulled her panties to one side and slid the letter opener into the hole Steve had made in her pantyhose and tore out the rest of the cotton-reinforced gusset.

She dropped the letter opener and, staring longingly up into Steve's eyes, she took his throbbing penis in her fingers, her red nailpolish contrasting with the sleek creamy skin of his shaft, and she nestled his glans in the moist folds of her cunt. They both moaned as Steve slid the head of his cock inside Jeanette's slick vagina. Jeanette bought her legs up and wrapped her silken calves around Steve's bare buttocks and drew him inside her until their pelvises slammed together and she could feel his cock stretching the walls of her cunt.

"Oh my god!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she moaned; and at the same time both Michele Bouvier and Nadine Munner realised that Jeanette Hathcock was enjoying what the robber was doing to her.

Jeanette opened her thighs and lifted her legs up and wrapped her silky thighs around Steve's muscled torso and raked her high-heels along his flanks. Steve lowered his face to hers; and the steady slap of their groins smacking together as they fucked each other filled the Manager's office and spilled out into the bank along with the sounds of their frenzied kisses.

Nadine Munner was disgusted; she had always suspected that Jeanette Hathcock was a trollop; 'how else could she remain married to that pig of a husband, ' she thought.

But she had far more pressing problems of her own. Ray was getting increasingly excited as he watched Jeanette Hathcock, skirt-less, but otherwise fully clothed, fuck his partner. He watched as Steve tore open Jeanette Hathcock's blouse and free her firm titties from the lacy nylon bra and knead her breasts and tweak her nipples as she squealed with delight and bucked underneath him.

Ray held Nadine Munner's head in both hands and fucked her face. She gagged and gasped as she tried to breathe around the engorged member invading her mouth. She slavered at the meaty limb with her tongue and drool ran down her chin; her nose buried in Ray's spongy pubic hair when he forced her face into his groin and the glans of his penis slammed into the back of her throat forcing her to gag.

She was vaguely aware that the pistol was no longer pressed against her temple but she daren't bite or antagonise the rapist in any way; she was too scared. The fleshy appendage invading her mouth did not actually taste that bad once she had sucked and licked away the smegma that remained on it from when he had fucked her earlier; the clear liquid that oozed for the eye of his glans was virtually tasteless and once she got the hang of breathing in and out through her nose she found she could cope with, and suppress, her gag reflex.

Nadine was still revolted that the man was using her this way, but it was less vile than him sticking that thing into the precious place she had been keeping for her marriage bed. She resigned herself to providence and silently prayed as she sucked and slavered at Ray's penis. She justified her actions to herself: she was not committing a sin because she had no choice. It was fellate this man or suffer a violent death; and at least the other two women couldn't see what she was being forced to do. Deep down however she knew that none of these excuses could justify the pleasant tingling she felt in her bruised pussy or the secretions flooding her little white nylon panties with the pictures of pussycats on them.

Steve and Jeanette were both approaching orgasm; Jeanette rutted against Steve, grinding her pelvis against his to stimulate her clitoris and her thighs gripped his flanks, her high-heels drummed against his back and her nails raked his flesh. Steve drove himself into her as far as could, feeling her hot wet tunnel contract around his cock, he liked the feel of her nylon-encased thighs rubbing his sensitive skin and the drumming of her heels and the scratching of her nails on his back spurred him on.

Their kisses were intense; almost violent, Steve tasted her lipstick, saliva, and a scintilla of blood. The ferocity of their lovemaking had caused one of them to bite the other and draw blood. Jeanette's perfume intermingled with the musk of their sweat and the pungent smell of sex. Jeanette could feel her lip swelling from where Steve had accidentally bit her, but the sting of the wound only intensified her arousal and she lifted her ass up off the desk to meet his thrusts and pulled him tighter and deeper inside her; her cunt throbbed and her clitty tingled with intense pleasure.

Steve felt his orgasm approaching. He broke their passionate embrace and slammed Jeanette Hathcock down on the desk, holding her down as he lifted her legs up over his shoulders. He took hold of her ankles and slammed his cock in and out of her sopping snatch as she writhed and moaned on the desk top. He slid the head of his penis all the way out of her cunt until the glans nestled in the folds of her labia and then drove himself deep inside her repeatedly; grinding his crotch against hers to stimulate her sensitive clitty.

Jeanette couldn't contain her hunger any longer and her orgasm swept over her body; her cunt quivered and clutched at Steve's invading cock, her body shook and her legs spasmed. She screamed out with pleasure.

"Oh fuck me you bastard! Fuck me hard!" she moaned; momentarily forgetting her ruse in the throes of passion.

Steve ground his pelvis into hers, revelling in the feel of her sleek hosed thighs against his body and her sheer nylon panties rubbing up against his scrotum and he let forth a torrent of scalding semen deep inside Jeanette Hathcock as she writhed and wriggled on the desktop. He nuzzled, licked and kissed her ankles and groaned with pleasure as release swept his body. He fell forward on top of Jeanette's body and kissed her; their lips mashing and tongues intertwined.

"Oh Yesssssssssss!!!" Steve hissed.

Steve's scrotum contracted and his cock quivered and pulsed as his seed squirted deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around his back and rode him, keeping rhythm with his trusts as her own orgasm peaked. Their bodies locked together as they rutted, groaning and moaning in testament to their ecstasy.

Ray Sullivan witnessed his partner's climax and jealously watched the attractive, black-haired woman writhing with pleasure underneath his friend's body. Ray saw Jeanette's nails scrape Steve's back and her high-heels dig into his body as she rode him toward her own climax.

The sight of the two of them locked together in orgasm triggered his own, and Ray's cock pulsed inside Nadine Munner's oral cavity and flooded her mouth with semen. He held onto her head as she tried to tear her face away. As the last of his ejaculate spurted from his throbbing cock he deliberately let her pull her face away a little and sprayed her face and hair with ropes of sticky spend. He laughed as she cried and spluttered; amused as she gagged and coughed out gobs of semen which then ran down her chin and splattered on her blouse.

Nadine Munner was not prepared for Ray's climax and when his cock suddenly shuddered and convulsed and started ejaculating stream after stream of viscous seed in her mouth she choked and gagged. She tried to move her face away but Ray held her there and then he cruelly let her spit out his penis only to have the further indignity of him spraying her face and hair with his revolting spend.

Ray pushed Nadine's face back into his groin and rubbed his cock all over face, mixing his semen into her makeup. Her mascara ran and her lipstick smeared; she had a severe case of racoon-face. Ropes of his spatter glistened in her teased blonde hair. Ray pushed Nadine Munner away and she fell to the floor and sobbed.

'There is no God!' she thought. 'How could he let this happen to me?'

She spat out the remains of Ray Sullivan's semen and retched and gagged, kneeling hunched over on her hands and knees.

"Don't you fucking throw up in here bitch or I'll make you lick it up," Ray said, standing up and pulling on his pants.

Jeanette Hathcock and Steve Mc Donald, now both dressed, came out of the Manager's office and Steve pulled her hard and spun her around, gently kissing her then letting his passion build. She responded accordingly and then, seeing Nadine Munner on the floor near the desk she pushed him firmly away and whispered in his ear.

"You forced me remember? You have to treat me the same as the others."

Steve smiled; and as she turned away he patted her affectionately on the ass.

"Go and take yourself and the blonde bimbo into the bathroom and clean yourselves up. And fix your hair and makeup you look like a couple of cheap hookers," he growled.

Jeanette went over and attempted to help Nadine to her feet.

"Don't touch me you whore!" Nadine spat.

Jeanette's face reddened with guilt and rage.

"He forced me!" Jeanette replied.

"Strumpet!" Nadine responded and shouldered her aside and went to get her handbag from the counter near where Michele Bouvier lay silent on the floor.

"We'll need our handbags to fix our makeup," Nadine hissed at the two robbers.

"Give them here first," Ray demanded.

He rummaged through their handbags and purses and took their cell phones and car keys.

"Get yourselves fixed; and hurry up!" he demanded pointing to the restroom door.

Jeanette gave up trying to hold a conversation with Nadine as they stood shoulder to shoulder at restroom vanity mirror cleaning their faces and then applying fresh makeup. Nadine rinsed her mouth repeatedly but she could still taste the remains of Ray's come on her tongue. Jeanette went into a stall and cleaned her sex as best she could and straightened her pantyhose and panties.

She did her best to fix her skirt and she buttoned her blouse and then came back to the mirror to brush her luxurious black hair. Nadine went to the stall next and dabbed at her mound. Ray's semen had congealed inside her labia and she wet some toilet paper and scrubbed her sex until it was red raw. She tried to clean the semen stains off her blouse and she wiped her thighs clean as best she could; scrubbing at the dark piss stains on her pantyhose. She came back out of the stall and stood beside Jeanette Hathcock and gave her a look full of disgust and derision.

"You are an adulterer and a whore; you will pay in heaven for your sins today. When I tell the congregation how you rutted like bitch in heat under that common criminal, the rest of your life in Litton will be a living hell!" she spat.

"So did you enjoy your fist blowjob Nadine? Better than the fuck do you think?" Jeanette smiled wickedly at Nadine Munner, spun on her heels, and left the restroom.

When Jeanette and Nadine returned from the restroom Steve trussed them both up again. He pushed Nadine Munner back down on the floor and eased Jeanette Hathcock beside her. She managed to give him a wry smile and he smiled back and stroked her hair.

The women lay side by side in silence for a few minutes but eventually Michele Bouvier couldn't contain her anger.

"How could you Jeanette? I know that Bill isn't the best husband in the world; but how could you betray him like that?" she whispered.

"Oh shut up you fat cow! Let's see how you react when one of them slips it to you?" she hissed back.

Just then a phone rang startling everyone in the bank. The robbers looked suspiciously at the phone ringing insistently on the desk. Ray walked over and helped Michele Bouvier to her feet. He pushed the gun into her ribcage and lifted the phone to her ear; his face close to hers. He tilted the handset slightly so that he could listen to the conversation. After a minute of monosyllable conversation, Ray replaced the handset.

He turned to Steve McDonald and smiled.

"He's on his way; it's Showtime!"

To be continued..................