A room comes with a cost - Part 3 - Sexgeschichten

A room comes with a cost - Part 3

... thighs.

Beau's chuckle rumbled, his fingers hooking the panty edge now... tugging aside just enough to bare a sliver of slick lips to his touch, the rough pad of his index grazing my entrance.

"Bra, doll. Flash those tits... bet they're perky under that blouse. Vic won't mind; we tip loyal."

His finger dipped shallow... teasing the rim, not plunging, but circling wet and insistent, syncing with Hank's clit torture. The dual assault short-circuited me: Sparks lancing up my spine, nipples diamond-hard against the blouse's cling, the unbuttoned plunge gaping wider with every heave. No bra. The lie burned my cheeks hotter than the building peak, but saying it? Admission meant more... worse.

I shook my head... weak, hips bucking subtle into their hands, chasing the friction despite the sob clawing my throat.

"C-can't... no bra."

The words tumbled, slurred confession, the booth spinning as Hank's thumb ground firmer, Beau's finger pressing deeper... half-knuckle now, curling against that spongy spot inside that made stars burst. Wet schlick echoed faint under the table, drowned by the diner's clatter, but I heard it... obscene, damning.

"Pwease... tips...", I slurred.

Their laughs blended low, a chorus of gravel and triumph, Gramps sliding another ten across... folded tight, like a secret.

"No bra? Even better. Pop another button, sunshine. Let us see what we're payin' for."

Hank's free hand joined under the cloth... palming my thigh full, spreading me ...

... wider for Beau's shallow thrusts, two fingers now scissoring light, stretching the slick heat without mercy. The stretch burned sweet, my walls fluttering greedy, the coil snapping taut as Tex's boot nudged my other calf... pinning, holding the spread. Exposed. Theirs. The blouse strained with my gasp, the third button straining, fourth hovering under my trembling fingers.

Click. The fourth gave, fabric parting to bare the full swell of my tits... nipples peeking free, dark and peaked in the booth's dim, the valley between them shadowed but open. Hank's eyes lit, thumb rewarding with a grind that bucked me forward, coffee mugs rattling.

"Fuck, look at those. Perky little sluts."

Beau's hand grabbed my tit and started to knead them like doe... No more tease... just build, brutal and fast, my pussy clenching around Hanks finger, slick flooding as the wave crested. Beau found my nipple and began to pinch and twist them. Rolled them between his thumb and index that let my back arche against it.

"Shh... cum quiet, doll. Earn it."

I bit my lip... hard... but the moan tore free anyway, muffled into my sleeve as the orgasm ripped through. Waves crashed, vicious and silent, walls spasming around Hank's plunging fingers, clit pulsing under their thumbs' grind. Gush hit... hot, slick, soaking their knuckles, trickling down to stain the booth seat. My thighs quaked, locked spread by boots and hands, tits heaving half-bared in the gaping blouse, nipples grazing the table's ...