Ask For Amanda by the leatherist

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Waiting for her girl friend, who is running late, a mid-forties woman has something slipped into her drink.
With her big nose and wonky teeth Stacey Jones would never win Miss World, but the overall look was appealing. Standing around 5’7″ with light brown, shoulder length hair, the 45 year old mother of two entered the pub at 8pm this Thursday night in a knee length black leather dress that clung to her ample bosom while skimming her hips, and a black leather jacket. She caught the eyes of the mostly male clientele as she ordered a bottle of Pinot Grigio at the bar, then moved to a two seater table, popping her jacket on the back of a tall chair before perching herself on it.It wasn’t long before men passed by giving her some chat but she explained that she was married and only here to meet her friend. There was only one train an hour and it got her there early, leaving her in the unenviable position of sitting alone. Her phone pinged, announcing her friend was running late. “Fuck!” she thought to herself, “if I’d known that I’d have ordered a glass and moved on to a bar with more women in it”.

Finishing the last sip of her first glass, she asked the lad at the bar to watch her table while she went to the loo. She could feel the eyes follow her across the bar to the toilet, focussed on her buttocks as the lights shone down on the back of the leather dress. In the cubicle she read a poster “Ask For Amanda” about asking staff for help if you feel something is not right on a date. “Ugh” she murmured, thinking back to a night twenty five years earlier where she was out with a gang of lads from her uni. Her drink was spiked and she woke up in a field, naked but for her blue plastic mini skirt, covered in semen.

As she walked back to the table the same eyes watched how her dress clung to her tits. She sat down, poured a glass and pulled out her phone. “Stace, there’s a fault on the line. They’ve stopped the train, I don’t know how long I will be now x”. “Oh great!” she exclaimed, loudly enough for a guy the bar to overhear.

“Bad news, love?” he asked, approaching her table. “It’s my friend, she’s stuck on the train”. The man, in his early 60’s, chatted with her. He had a way with words and soon had her laughing, so much so that she didn’t notice his hand come from his pocket, dropping something in her glass. They chatted a while, then he moved back to his table, keeping a close eye on her.

His cock twitched in his suit trousers as he anticipated getting her back to his and fucking her but, as his drug kicked in she knew what was going on and, getting off her chair, moved to the bar. “Amanda, can I speak to Amanda?” The young lad replied “Er…. yeah miss, come round the left side of the bar. She met him there and disappeared from the man’s sight, into a staff area. “Shit!” exclaimed the man under his breath, “you fucking little bitch!”

“Sit there on the couch, I’ll call you a taxi” said Jake, the young barman, before running to Carl who was chatting to some punters. “Carl, there’s a woman in the staff room who is asking for Amanda. “Oh shit, OK” he said, and the pair went into the back.

Entering the room and seeing the woman passed out on the couch, legs as apart as her dress allowed, Carl exclaimed “Shit! Her! She’s been giving me the horn since she came in. Who wanted her, the lads in the corner?” “They did chat her up, but I think it’s the old guy in the suit” he replied. “Well, his loss is our gain” Carl said with a wink. “What, we not calling the police? A taxi?” “After!” Carl replied, getting onto his knees and placing his hands either side of her thighs, slowly sliding her dress up.

“Carl, what are you doing? You gonna fuck her?” asked Jake. “Of course, can’t pass this opportunity. I’ll do her first, then you can have a go, if you want. She’ll never know. Go back and serve and I’ll call you when I’m done”.

Jake left the room and Carl started roughly fondling the comatose woman’s tits through the warm leather, before pushing the dress up, under her ass, to her waist, burying his face into the gusset of her sheer tights and drinking in her aroma. He started licking at the gusset until it was wet, before ripping a hole with his teeth and tonguing her silver satin panties. He pulled out his phone and started taking pictures of her crotch, then a video moving from between her legs up to her face and back down again.

Using two fingers to grab the side of her knickers, he pulled them to one side and lowered his mouth back down, licking her neatly shaven twat. In the bar and the kitchen, Jake and the kitchen staff watched on the CCTV. “Hurry up Carl, we both want a go of that” said 18 year old bisexual Molly, a tall, slim, pretty brunette. “I saw her at the bar, great tits!” said Jim, a lanky skinhead in his late forties. “Can’t wait to fuck ’em”.

Back in the staff room, Carl pulled his hard cock from his jeans and, pulling her down so her ass hung over the edge of the seat, slowly slid into the warm lips of her cunt. “Uhhhhhhh” he moaned as he slowly moved in and out of her, his hands firmly gripping her hips. As he got faster and faster he watched her breasts jiggle under the warm leather, sweat dripping onto them from his forehead. He didn’t last long. Quickly pulling out, Jim’s voice came over the staff PA speaker “Straight to the face, lad!” Carl stood over her, between her legs, grabbed the back of the couch with his left hand and yanked down hard on his cock with his right, sending a thick shot of semen straight into her face, hitting her mouth and nose, then stream after stream all over her face and neck, and then her leather clad tits. “That’s it, lad! Coat the bitch!”

Wiping the dregs off his cock on her tighted left thigh, he looked up at the camera. “Who’s next?” Jim came bounding into the room. “Get back to the bar, lad” he said, pulling his cock out and kneeling between her legs. Reaching round her back, he unzipped the dress enough to slide the shoulder straps down and reveal a matching silver satin boulder holder of a bra, through which he groped at her breasts before unclasped it at the centre letting her saggy tits spill out.

Sucking one while he tweaked the nipple of the other, he played with them for a few minutes before pushing his cock into her. He rammed her hard and fast, watching her tits bounce around to his thrusts. “You’re not “all that” bitch, but ya got a bangin’ body on ya” he said as he got faster and faster. Feeling he wasn’t far off cumming, he pulled out and straddled her belly. Placing his cock between her flabby breasts, he squoze them into his cock and pounded in and out of them. Suddenly Molly appeared and felt up his buttocks, before sticking her forefinger in his ass hole. Immediately, he squirted a wad up over her face, into her left eye. then came over her chin and neck, roughly squeezing in and out of her tits.

“Good shot!” laughed Molly, moving round and grabbing his cock, sucking him clean. “Now fuck off and let me have a go” she laughed. Kneeling over her, Molly started sucking her breasts, licking off the cum that was dripping down onto them from her face and neck. Then she started licking out her twat as she reached up both hands and tweaked her nipples. Moving her hand down to her skirt, she tucked the front of it into the waistband and started fingering herself. Known for being able to cum at the drop of a hat, and several times a night, Molly finger banged herself while she ate out the woman.

Jake, not fussed on the woman, but a guy who wanked often about Molly, saw his opportunity. She’d always spurned his advances at work and on nights out, but surely tonight she’d let it be? She heard the door go and looked over. She knew what was going to happen but didn’t care. She felt the back of her skater mini skirt get flipped up her back. What she didn’t expect was Jake’s cock going straight for her pert, round ass. She gasped as he slowly pushed into her sphincter. She winced, but took it. “Could this be more fucking crazy?” she said into the woman’s cunt. “Licking out your drugged twat as I get taken up the ass for the first time”. Jake just laughed and started pounding her harder and faster, grabbing her hips tightly.

“I… I’m gonna cum, Mol” said Jake breathlessly. “Pull out!” she commanded and she turned to face him. Grabbing his cock, she sucked him off. “I’m ready to blow!” he said, so she pulled her mouth away and he stood between the woman’s legs. Molly grabbed his cock and wanked him fast, until he spurted out, first hitting the woman’s face, then tits, then the leather dress bunched around her waist, and finally onto her tights. Molly got onto her knees and sucked him clean. “This was a first and only, Jake. Don’t get ideas”. Pulling her skirt out of it’s waistband, she walked to the door.

“What do we do with her now?” he said, looking up at the camera, putting his dick away and walking back into the bar. One of three eighteen year old lads in the corner shouted “Hey Jake, get over here?” Jake went over to see them. “What happened to that old girl, did the bloke in the suit drug her?” asked one. “We think so” Jake replied. “Where is she now?” asked another. “Er, err… she’s in the back, we’re calling her a taxi when she comes round. She’ll be alright”. They let him walk away before one said “Hear that? She’s unconscious”. “Yeah”, said another “she’ll be alright alright, on the end of my dick!” The three laughed, clinked their glasses and, one by one, slid into the back room.

“Fuckin’ hell, they’ve all had her!” said Callum,a lanky blond haired lad. “Got to be our turn then” replied Rob, a stocky ginger. “Let’s fill every hole” said short, chubby Zac. They struggled to pick up the dead weight of the woman’s body and Rob got underneath, pushing her dress up and placing his cock head at her sphincter, then the other two lowered her down, impaling her ass on his long, fat cock. Zac pushed into her cunt and Callum pulled her head to the side, shoved his cock in her mouth, held her head firmly in both hands and started fucking her face.

The three fucked the woman hard and fast, as the pub staff watched on in shock. What could they do, they fucked her first? Callum pulled out his phone and videoed the three having their way with the sleeping woman, all roughly mauling her large tits as they pounded in and out of their chosen oraface. Zac finished first. “Get this on your phone” he urged of Callum, as he pulled out and shot up her body, his thick white semen first splatting her chin and neck, then her breasts and the bunched up dress. He grabbed the phone and recorded his load dripping down her belly into the folds of the leather.

“I’m ready to blow in her ass!” shouted Rob, so Zac and Callum grabbed her legs, pulling them back to her ears and Zac recorded the final rushed pounds in and out of her butt hole, his sack full and ready to fill her up. “I haven’t had a wank in a week” he laughed, “so take this, bitch!” He grunted loudly as he pumped his warm sperm into her ass over and over again. “Gooooood lad!” said Zac, as slithers of cum emitted from her anus with each retraction of his huge cock. “Uhhhhh, I’m done” he said, pulling out. To his amazement, Molly rushed into the room, lapped up the cum seaping from her, and then sucked him clean. Zac then recorded Callum wank over the woman’s face with one hand, while feeling up Molly’s ass with the other. She watched as he coated her face with thick, gloopy ejaculate. His load spent, Molly sucked him clean, then Zac.

“Now, zip her dress back up, you guys can take her out the back and leave her there” she said. The three pulled her dress back up over her shoulders, zippped it back up and carried her out through the back door.

“There you are, you little slut” said a voice in the darkness. “I knew they’d just have to have you first”. The old man who had initially drugged her watched them go back in and made his way over to her, still comatose body. “Look at the state of you. How many have had you now eh, bitch? Anyway, now it’s my turn”.

Placing both hands on the sides of her legs, he pushed her dress up to her hips, revealing the tights, now ripped right open at her crotch, and her cum stained satin panties. “I’ll be taking those Mrs.” he said, grabbing them at the right side of the elastic and tearing them from her, then sticking them in the left inner pocket of his suit jacket. He unzipped his trousers and pulled out a long, thick monster of a penis, which stood proud and glistened with pre cum under the light of the full moon.

Picking her body up by her hips, he pulled her slowly onto his cock. “Oh yeah, that’s it bitch” he murmured, as his prick warmed up in her slimy twat. Turned on even more at the thought of people in the pub having already fucking her while she was unconscious, he started ramming her hard and fast, her huge, saggy tits bouncing around underneath the cum spattered leather. “Let’s see ’em” he said, pausing for a while, yet still inside her, as he reached round and unzipped her dress, pulling down the shoulder straps to reveal her breasts. “Bet they were great when you were young” he said, unclasping the bra and letting them spill out again, onto her chest.

Grabbing her hips firmly, he stood up and brought her with him. With her long brown hair nearly touching the floor, he fucked her furiously, watching her tits flail in the cool night air as he thrust his huge cock in and out of her wet cunt. He started walking around as he banged her, looking up at the CCTV cameras and winking, knowing they must be watching, if not then, in the morning.

Spotting a bunch of crates, he pulled out and bent her over them, slowly pushing his cock into her ass. “Ah, someone’s been here” he said, feeling the wetness of spent semen as he entered her. “Good lads!” Looking at the wedding ring on her finger he added “Do you let your husband fuck you in the arse, eh slut? Ooooooh, nice and tight, I’m guessing not”. Grabbing the dress, now bunched up at her midriff, like a belt, he rammed in and out of her ass hole, his balls slapping against her buttocks as he pounded harder and faster.

Suddenly he heard her grunting, she was coming round. He kept pounding, going even faster. “Uh, uh, uh” she muttered with each thrust. “S….top. Stop”. He didn’t, in fact it made him go harder, his hands now gripping her hips so hard they were bruising. “It hurts” she said, under her breath. “Don’t worry, I’m done with you!” he replied, pulling out and pushing her to the side, onto a load of wet cardboard, landing on her back.

Standing over her, he grabbed her hair in his fist and brought her head up to his waist, as he masturbated over her face. Hot reams of semen shot out onto her, already spattered, face. She squealed as he completely covered her in thick white sperm.

“You bastard, you fucking bastard” she said under her breath. “Bastard am I?” he laughed. Standing over her with a now flaccid cock, he started to urinate over her, starting with her face and tits, then her bunched up dress and her legs in the ripped tights.

Tears streamed down the sides of her ejaculate and urine covered face as he said “I’ve one more thing for you”. “No… no, no more, please. Please… stop!” she tried to say loudly, but failed. The man took his trousers down and squatted over her face, as a huge, sloppy turd shat out of his arse. Landing first on her face, then down the centre of her chest, sliding over her breasts. Squatting down and lifting the left side of her silver satin bra to his buttocks, he wiped his ass on it, before pulling his trousers back up and slowly walking away as if nothing had happened.

She lay there, still unable to really move. “H… help me, somebody help me please” she said quietly, as she heard chatter and footsteps getting close. “Fucking hell, Ewan! What we got here?” said a drunk kid to his mate. “Ewww, fuckin’ stinks that” Ewan replied. “Yeah, got a cunt though, hasn’t she?” said the lad getting on his knees between her legs and lowering his tracksuit pants…