The Restaurant Cashier

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Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, NonConsensual, Gang Bang, .

Desc: Sex Story: They only took her as 'insurance' after robbing the restaurant, but she looked tasty in that tight uniform.



Mark was as high as a kite, as he wrestled the car round the quiet country lanes. Celia was beside him, in the front passenger seat, trying to count the money, while Bert and Manny, Mark's father, sat in the back, with the abducted cashier between them. She was still sobbing, but quietly now, since Celia had leaned back and slapped her face to shake her out of her initial hysterics.

It had been Celia's idea to take her with them when they left the restaurant, with a warning that they would kill her if they heard a police siren in the next fifteen minutes. And it seemed to have worked. It was nearly an hour since they had screeched out of the car park, and they hadn't heard a thing.

Mark felt Celia's hand on his thigh — high up - where, he realised with a shock, he had an erection. He glanced over at her. Her eyes were bright, her full, sensuous lips parted, her large breasts heaving in the tight sweater. His cock got even harder as he recalled the previous night, when, with Bert and Manny's approval, she had walked into his room in that short, transparent nightdress, and had done things to him he had only previously dreamed of, in his nineteen years.

She was Bert's girl, but Bert and Manny had shared everything since schooldays, so, now Mark had fucked her, too, that meant they were a real 'Gang of Four', she said — really committed to each other.

Her fingers strayed on to the underside of his erection and she whispered — "Later, stud! Now stop the car and get rid of that cow in the back."

Mark wheeled the car, showily, off the road, under the trees, and stopped.

"OK, guys," said Celia, over her shoulder. "We can ditch her here."

Bert got out with the cashier, who still wept. He said she was to stay put for a while. She nodded and wept. He patted her shoulder, said, "It's all right now" and slid his hand to her bare arm. She looked up at him, tears streaking her cheeks, and backed away. He laughed. "You don't think... ?" Then, suddenly, he felt that way. She was about twenty-five, short and plump in a blue print dress that showed her moderate breasts and large rear.

He grabbed both her arms. She cried out. He pulled her against him and moved his hands over her.

"Help me," she said in a small voice.

Celia said, "There are two more men here if you really want help."

The cashier gasped as he squeezed her round, soft buttocks with both hands. His penis had stiffened with unusual speed and he rubbed it against her belly.

"Please! No!" she pled, her eyes filling up again, and he hesitated.

The car doors opened and Celia jumped out, closely followed by Mark and Manny. The two men stayed by the car, but Celia grabbed the girl's arms and held them behind her. The girl struggled but Celia held her, easily, keeping her arms imprisoned behind her back.

'Do it, ' Celia breathed, throatily. "Do it to her! For me!"

Slowly, Bert raised the cashiers' dress at the front. Her legs were quite shapely - her thighs firm and round. She wore brief white panties, with pink lace trimmings. Bert pulled her panties down over her hips and past her knees. She squirmed as his hands cupped the naked flesh of her buttocks and pulled the cheeks apart.

Curious, he stepped back and lifted the front of the dress again. Giving the lie to her short blonde haircut, a jet-black V of curly pubic hair nestled between the tops of her trembling thighs.

This time, the cashier shrieked as his hand slipped between her thighs and burrowed into the soft hair, but his middle finger encountered a warm wetness where her thighs met. The tip of his finger ran along her puffed lips, then slipped inside her up to the first, then the second, knuckle.

Bert's other hand pressed his penis, outside his jeans. The cashier's shrieks had turned to quiet sobs. His whole finger was now inside her and her panties lay pathetically at her feet.

"Now!" rasped Celia. "Fuck her now!"

Bert struggled to drag his penis out of his jeans and eventually had to undo his belt to release it. He pushed his jeans down to his knees and forced the girl's hand round his erection. Her hand was warm and sweaty and he nearly came at its touch.

"Put it in," he muttered, breathlessly, and bent his knees as, wordlessly, the cashier's trembling hand guided him between her legs. Unerringly, she pointed him through the damp thicket of hair, then he felt the tip slide between her unguarded lips.

With a grunt, Bert pushed himself right inside her, catching her bottom and lifting it as he drove up her channel. Celia helped to support her from behind as the girl's legs automatically closed round Bert's waist.

Looking down, Bert could see the mingling of his own sparse grey pubic hair with the dark luxuriant growth of the girl. He couldn't remember his penis ever being so hard as it sank deep into the warm tight dampness. Then, despite himself, the first stirrings of the volcano took him by surprise. His back arched and his penis jerked and pumped ecstatically as it emptied itself between the cashier's legs.

Even when it was soft, he shivered in ecstasy as he forced it back inside her one more time, then, with a final shudder, let it flop out to dangle, quiescent, between his thighs.

Celia laughed, her arms still supporting the helpless cashier. "Hey, you're a better fuck than you look, baby," she breathed. "We can have a lot more fun with you."

Struggling to her feet, the cashier pulled her dress down over her bottom and snatched up her panties. Backing away from Celia's gloating face, she resumed her pleading, her breathing short and jerky.

"Please, no!" she whimpered. "I've a husband and two kids! Just let me go and I won't say anything."

"Don't give me that innocent crap," rapped Celia. "I saw that manager at the restaurant cop a feel of your tits!"

"I have to let him do that," she protested, "or he'll fire me!"

"What do you think, boys?" Celia turned to Mark and Manny. then laughed as she saw the wolfish grin on Mark's face.

"I think your luck's out, baby," she said. "I shouldn't have mentioned 'tits' - it has a terrible effect on young Mark here. Mine are still sore from last night! Do you want a look at her tits, then, Markie?"

The young man, nodded, advancing, his eyes fixed on the cowering woman. She backed away, fearfully, until she backed into the side of the car. Mark stopped in front of her and her arms, automatically, crossed in front of her chest.

At first, the boy made no move then, suddenly, his hand slipped up under her dress and he let out a high-pitched cackle as his fingers probed between her unprotected legs. She screamed and her hands shot down, whereupon Mark grabbed the lapels of her dress and ripped violently, downwards.

The buttonholes gave under the strength of his grip and the dress lay open to her waist, with Mark holding the ends against her shoulders. Like her panties, her bra was white with pink lace edging, her cleavage clearly visible.

Her resistance ended, she leaned against the car, sobbing quietly, as he enjoyed the view of the upper slopes of her breasts. Then he eased her dress off her shoulders and down her arms. She had powerful shoulders and he fondled them gently as he brought his hands back up, then pushed behind her to unclip her bra strap.

Again, a protest burst from her as she felt the strap go, but the boy ignored it, gathering the flimsy garment in his fingers, and deftly pulling it forward over her shoulders and down her chest until her naked breasts were revealed.

They were not large, but well-formed with no hint of sag, with large and long brown nipples. Dropping the bra to the ground, Mark immediately took her nipples between finger and thumb and rolled them gently, feeling them become erect almost immediately.

"Ah," he muttered, triumphantly. "You like that, don't you?" She didn't answer, but her tongue running round her lips was a giveaway. He dropped his head and his tongue snaked round her right nipple, and her breath drew in, sharply. Mark moved forward so that the hardness of his erection was pressing against her belly. His hand convulsed round her left breast and squeezed it, hard.

Two large tears coursed their way, slowly, down the cashier's cheeks as she sobbed quietly and helplessly. Mark felt a thrill of added excitement as he saw them. He had thought he couldn't have got more turned on than when he had stripped Celia for the first time, last night, and felt her all over, before she parted her legs and practically sucked his prick into her - but this was even better!

Suddenly, he recalled the time, in the school cloakrooms, when a gang of five or six of his friends had trapped a female student teacher in there after everyone else had gone home. She had been about twenty-one or twenty-two - quite small and slim, with these little round glasses and mousy hair - definitely not a looker. They had been drinking beer and playing cards when she looked in on her way out of the school, attracted by the noise.

They had pulled her inside, before they realised who she was, and were going to run for it when Seth, who had had most of the beer, clumsily tried to kiss her. Her horrified rejection of him, coupled with threats to report them all, in the morning, enraged Seth and he grabbed her again and forced his mouth on hers. Then he had held her arms behind her and greedily fondled one of her small breasts, over her blouse. One of the other boys copped a feel of the other one, then they had all piled in on her.

Within minutes, she was completely naked to the waist, sobbing and hysterical, being passed round in the middle of a circle of them, having her bared breasts squeezed, fondled and pinched indiscriminately.

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