Free On A Short Leash by Lindsay Ross Page A

the man fist fucking her like a well-oiled piston.
    When Piers came his cock was so far down it was like drinking a stream of thick warm liquid injected into the back of her throat. But again, she had to try to relax or she knew she would choke or, embarrassingly, she might regurgitate his semen. But it was almost a contradiction in terms, striving to relax. Easier said than done.
    But she succeeded in taking every drop.
    Maurice, the youngster of the group, lay on his back on the towel with his legs wide apart. She had to kneel on the sand and lean over him to fellate him. This raised her bottom and the other two men, Andy staying out of it, both put their hands under her to feel her sex and her asshole.
    Chrissie found the position was more comfortable for her but she wasn’t able to take the whole of Maurice’s cock any more than she had succeeded with the first two men. She compensated him by masturbating the part that she wasn’t able to cover with her gaping mouth. He moaned as he laid back and occasionally put his own hand down there as if seeking to ameliorate the agony he was experiencing. Chrissie’s head bobbed up and down rapidly as she sucked him hard in a rapid rhythm. Watching her give head to his two companions must have made Maurice very horny because he came before she expected. Inevitably some of his spunk ran back down his shaft but she drank up most of it.
    The blood red sun was dropping towards the horizon and she felt a breeze ruffle her bedraggled hair. Her large mouth was sore with sucking. She expected she looked as used and raddled as some old whore.
    ‘Roy’ll give you a little trip out to the island,’ said Andy.
    ‘Oh, I don’t know…will you be coming, Sir?’
    ‘Boat only takes four,’ said Andy. ‘I get plenty of trips. Take the opportunity. It’s lovely and cool out on the water at this time.’
    Chrissie felt her mouth go dry. ‘No, I’ll pass, thanks. I’m scared I’ll get seasick.’
    ‘It’s as calm as a millpond,’ said Roy. ‘Come on.’ He stretched out a hand to pull her up. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Andy pick up her T- shirt and shorts, fold them and sit down on them. Roy was still holding her hand.
    She knew he wanted her to go with them. She knew he required her to go with them. And without her clothes.
    She had no choice but to go.
    Roy took her by the hand and led her down the shelving beach to the other two men, one now sitting in the boat, the other waiting by the stern with his feet in the breaking waves.
    The last thing Andy shouted to her was, ‘Be sure and call them Sir , like you do with me.’
    Roy and his friend Piers pushed the boat off the sand and when it was floating again they clambered in. Chrissie was sitting on the bench seat that ran round the stern and Roy had to lean across her to start the outboard motor. The reflection of the dying sun was still dazzling and Chrissie had to shade her eyes despite her baseball hat and sunglasses.
    Her heart was still pounding. Maurice was leering at her and taking pictures with his mobile phone.
    She had to put her trust in Andy.
    It looked clear the meeting in the cove had been planned. It was highly unlikely Andy had met his friends by chance. What was more, it looked as if it had been planned well ahead because she had been with Andy all day and he hadn’t used his mobile phone at any point on the journey down to the coast.
    Chrissie wondered if he was putting her through some test again. Without actually saying so, he’d made it clear he wanted her to go with these three men. She assumed he knew what they wanted her for, what they would do to her. Feelings of nausea swept through her. They could do anything. She was completely at their mercy.
    Roy and Piers, who were considerably older than Maurice, made it less obvious that they were ogling her naked body. They were strongly built men, Roy particularly, and Chrissie knew she would have little chance of escaping when they reached dry