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“Where is she?”…Carl looked troubled when I returned to the bar
“Oh, she is getting used by a lady who came in upon us” is said matter-of-factly..
”Frankly, I sold her for 15 minutes” and with this said, I put the two 500 Kronas on the table from which I pushed one over to him.
“I think it´s fair if we share her money” I chuckled looking him carefully in the face. I think he liked the situation per se, but would have loved to be controlling it, not watching from the sideline as he had to do now. We ordered one Martini each and sat there in a sort of awkward silence.
When Lena appeared, she was a sight for gods. Her make-up was smeared (I guess from some intense pussy-eating), her lips swollen, while tears run down her face. She was limpimg as one of her heels were about to fall off. Her blouse was almost open, and I saw no trace of her little slutty bra which she had worn when I spotted her.
People fell silent around her when she worked her way to our corner. It was obvious that she was the talk of the crowd. One guy placed a hand on her buttocks under the skirt, and his face lit up: “She is naked underneath!!” he shouted to his friends around him, and continued to give Lena a feel. Lena looked as if she would have been hit by a lightning, she stiffened, showed away the hand of the guy, snapped at him, and jetted toward the safety between Carl and myself.
But when she arrived, I looked at Carl and said
“My litle slut, …did you like it?” her eyes panicked between Carls and mine, it was obvious that she had reservations about the pleasures she had endured, but she also knew what we wanted to hear…
“Eh…yess, I guess I liked…some of it” she stammered, probably truthfully
“some of it?”…”What did you like?...(I love open questions!)
“Eh…(she looks at Carl, basically signalling that this is the end, they should leave, go home, let her take a shower and forget about all this)”
..but Carl seemed to slowly fall in on my pace..
“Yeah, Lena, let us know what you liked? Did you like sucking misters cock here? (I smiled internally, noting that Carl probably didn’t remember my name)”…
“Eh, yes, I liked that”
“Did you like when I made you lick my balls?” I helped in
“Eh…yess…I think that was good”
I was just about to ask her more questions when the man showed up who had felt her arse some minutes ago”
“Oh..here is the gentleman you were so rude to before, no?” I offered my knowledge, and saw to my delight that Lena was about to sink through the floor in shame..
The guy was drunk as shit, and started to talk in swedish before I stopped him. “I am afraid it´s only english here…or italian” he did not understand a word I said, but switched to some school english:
“I like your woman!” he said, which was of course an insult against me SHOULD Lena had been my girl, which now was not the case…He repeated his claim, trying to touch her tits which she skillfully paraded. But the world is not a fair place, so I told the panicked girl:
“I think you should apologise to the gentleman here, Lena!”
“W..what?” she stared at me
“He was showing you affection, albeit in a clumsy manner, but still..and you pushed him away rudely, didn´t you?”
she looked at Carl, like “this is too much, .....can´t be true” but Carl had a new spark in his eyes when he turned to me and said
“Yes, I think she should..”, by which he turned to Lena and said something in swedish
“Eh…I am sorry” Lena spit out between her teeth
“nono… guess you have upset the gentleman, so he needs a full explanation” I insisted…and spelled Lena what she should say:
“I am sorry, Sir…”
“I..am…sorry…………Sir” she repeated with a hardly audible voice
“that I didn’t let you touch my arse”
“that I didn´t…let you…touch………my arse” she was almost crying by now
“or my pussy” I invented
“what??!” she sobbed
“Say it!” Carl snapped
“or my pussy” she was quick to fill in. I noticed that Carl had quite a handle on her
“but please let me offer you to feel under my skirt now, if you still whish to do so” I completed, hoping the drunk guy should get the point.
“He can not do that!!” she said, crying now….but Carl had other plans, and told the guy in swedish what I had just said. And to my great joy, the guy was simply too drunk to have any scruples: He immediately put his large hand between the delicate thighs of little Lena, who wanted to flee up the barstool which Carl stopped with a move
“nono....you are just a simple whore....., just let him fondle you as much as he wants”….
You could see everything that happened as the ridiculously short skirt that Lena had chosen for the evening now was piled up around her hips. She had no underwear on anymore, which I guess was a result from her spanking earlier, so she was naked in front of our eyes, and in front of some 20 bar-goers who flocked around us.
The guy pushed three of his thick fingers in her pussy, and worked her hard. The barstool was swaying dangerously. Lena tried to close her thighs but in wain. It was beautiful to see.
I let it go on for two or three minutes, before I gave a Carl a nod, who then told the guy the party was over. We had to convince him that it was really over, but some energetic pushes later, he eventually got the point and pulled his fingers out, cleaning them on Lena´s blouse.
We left the 1000 krona on the bar, and lifted up Lena between us. We dragged her out of the bar, towards the elevators of the Scandic hotel where the bar was located.
“Now that she is warmed up, we should give our little fucktoy a ride she will remember” I said pushing the button to my floor.
“Oh, she is getting used by a lady who came in upon us” is said matter-of-factly..
”Frankly, I sold her for 15 minutes” and with this said, I put the two 500 Kronas on the table from which I pushed one over to him.
“I think it´s fair if we share her money” I chuckled looking him carefully in the face. I think he liked the situation per se, but would have loved to be controlling it, not watching from the sideline as he had to do now. We ordered one Martini each and sat there in a sort of awkward silence.
When Lena appeared, she was a sight for gods. Her make-up was smeared (I guess from some intense pussy-eating), her lips swollen, while tears run down her face. She was limpimg as one of her heels were about to fall off. Her blouse was almost open, and I saw no trace of her little slutty bra which she had worn when I spotted her.
People fell silent around her when she worked her way to our corner. It was obvious that she was the talk of the crowd. One guy placed a hand on her buttocks under the skirt, and his face lit up: “She is naked underneath!!” he shouted to his friends around him, and continued to give Lena a feel. Lena looked as if she would have been hit by a lightning, she stiffened, showed away the hand of the guy, snapped at him, and jetted toward the safety between Carl and myself.
But when she arrived, I looked at Carl and said
“My litle slut, …did you like it?” her eyes panicked between Carls and mine, it was obvious that she had reservations about the pleasures she had endured, but she also knew what we wanted to hear…
“Eh…yess, I guess I liked…some of it” she stammered, probably truthfully
“some of it?”…”What did you like?...(I love open questions!)
“Eh…(she looks at Carl, basically signalling that this is the end, they should leave, go home, let her take a shower and forget about all this)”
..but Carl seemed to slowly fall in on my pace..
“Yeah, Lena, let us know what you liked? Did you like sucking misters cock here? (I smiled internally, noting that Carl probably didn’t remember my name)”…
“Eh, yes, I liked that”
“Did you like when I made you lick my balls?” I helped in
“Eh…yess…I think that was good”
I was just about to ask her more questions when the man showed up who had felt her arse some minutes ago”
“Oh..here is the gentleman you were so rude to before, no?” I offered my knowledge, and saw to my delight that Lena was about to sink through the floor in shame..
The guy was drunk as shit, and started to talk in swedish before I stopped him. “I am afraid it´s only english here…or italian” he did not understand a word I said, but switched to some school english:
“I like your woman!” he said, which was of course an insult against me SHOULD Lena had been my girl, which now was not the case…He repeated his claim, trying to touch her tits which she skillfully paraded. But the world is not a fair place, so I told the panicked girl:
“I think you should apologise to the gentleman here, Lena!”
“W..what?” she stared at me
“He was showing you affection, albeit in a clumsy manner, but still..and you pushed him away rudely, didn´t you?”
she looked at Carl, like “this is too much, .....can´t be true” but Carl had a new spark in his eyes when he turned to me and said
“Yes, I think she should..”, by which he turned to Lena and said something in swedish
“Eh…I am sorry” Lena spit out between her teeth
“nono… guess you have upset the gentleman, so he needs a full explanation” I insisted…and spelled Lena what she should say:
“I am sorry, Sir…”
“I..am…sorry…………Sir” she repeated with a hardly audible voice
“that I didn’t let you touch my arse”
“that I didn´t…let you…touch………my arse” she was almost crying by now
“or my pussy” I invented
“what??!” she sobbed
“Say it!” Carl snapped
“or my pussy” she was quick to fill in. I noticed that Carl had quite a handle on her
“but please let me offer you to feel under my skirt now, if you still whish to do so” I completed, hoping the drunk guy should get the point.
“He can not do that!!” she said, crying now….but Carl had other plans, and told the guy in swedish what I had just said. And to my great joy, the guy was simply too drunk to have any scruples: He immediately put his large hand between the delicate thighs of little Lena, who wanted to flee up the barstool which Carl stopped with a move
“nono....you are just a simple whore....., just let him fondle you as much as he wants”….
You could see everything that happened as the ridiculously short skirt that Lena had chosen for the evening now was piled up around her hips. She had no underwear on anymore, which I guess was a result from her spanking earlier, so she was naked in front of our eyes, and in front of some 20 bar-goers who flocked around us.
The guy pushed three of his thick fingers in her pussy, and worked her hard. The barstool was swaying dangerously. Lena tried to close her thighs but in wain. It was beautiful to see.
I let it go on for two or three minutes, before I gave a Carl a nod, who then told the guy the party was over. We had to convince him that it was really over, but some energetic pushes later, he eventually got the point and pulled his fingers out, cleaning them on Lena´s blouse.
We left the 1000 krona on the bar, and lifted up Lena between us. We dragged her out of the bar, towards the elevators of the Scandic hotel where the bar was located.
“Now that she is warmed up, we should give our little fucktoy a ride she will remember” I said pushing the button to my floor.
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