The Bitches of Bleaker Street

An excerpt from The Bitches of Bleaker Street

Cindy unbuttoned the crotch of her leather suit and let the flaps fall. Her naked pussy glistened with her juices. It made Nigel's mouth water.

She turned her back to him and straddled his thighs. Wordlessly, she reached between her legs, took his stiff prick in her small hand, and slowly sat down upon it. The feeling of his cock plunging into the soft, warm, wetness of frail, little Cindy was exquisite; it made Nigel forget all about his bruises and his bound wrists. He closed his eyes and let the pleasure wash over him.

For Cindy, the guilty pleasure of taking the prisoner up inside her was enough to make her slim young body tremble. A powerful force gripped her pleasure center and spread warmth thruout her body She rocked slowly on his captive dick, unzipping her leather suit and letting her breasts enjoy the cool air of the attic. She pinched her nipples, pulled them, tortured them like she had helped torture Nigel, and orgasmed suddenly in a tremendous rush of shameless lust.

Her sex still dripping over Nigel's cock, Cindy relaxed and leaned back against him, luxuriating in the feel of his warm, manly body, totally captive to her pleasure, underneath her. Then she felt his cock pulse inside her and unload a heavy spurt of jism inside her. The pulsing, jerking dick sent her over again quite suddenly, a second powerful orgasm wracking her thin body and making her moan and gasp.

They rested together for a long moment, jailer and inmate, and caught their breath. Then the trap door opened and Wanda poked her black-haired head up inside the attic chamber.

"You shit!" she spat. "You little schoolgirl pussy! You've fucked 'im!"

Cindy leaped up, burning with shame, and turned away to try to zip her suit again, but Wanda grabbed her arm and spun her around. "You little whore. You can't keep your twat dry for ten minutes while I'm gone? I should flog the both of you!"