The Scum Score Again - Sex Stories

The Scum Score Again

... opened the door. The young blonde with a perky nose shyly looked at me and asked, “Are you really a modeling agency?” Dumb ass question. “Yes” I answered. “Come in.” She whispered something to the Asian nerd, nodded, smiled shyly and came in. The Asian nerd followed right behind. Pete's big hand slammed right into the blonde's face knocking her into the wall and completely covering her nose and mouth so she couldn't breathe or make a sound. My hand smashed into the Asian nerd's face in the same way pinning her against the wall while Chad closed the door. He assured us that no one saw. The blonde's eyes were wide as she struggled, kicking wildly. Pete just pushed her a little up the wall so her toes barely touched the floor as he continued to block her air passages. I followed suit with the Asian nerd. She was shorter than the blonde and her toes didn't even reach the floor. She tried scratching while struggling for air. Put a nasty scratch on my hand. Well, she would pay for that. After a couple minutes both girls struggles lessened as the lack of air took effect. Soon they stopped struggling at all and went limp. Pete dropped the blonde on the floor, shrugged and went to start the engine. I dropped the Asian nerd on top of the blonde. Chad grinned and stuck rags in their mouths. I popped a can of beer and sat back to watch as Chad tied their hands behind their backs. Next, he took ropes, looped a rope through each girl's skirt belt and up through some heavy duty hooks in ...

... the roof and hoisted them off their feet so they just dangled there sort of leaning back. I thought the rope through the belts was a nice touch. Creative. The backpack still hung from the blonde's shoulders. The Asian nerd's Hello Kitty bag lay on the floor beside the remaining half of her chocolate donut. I ate the donut while rummaging through her bag. A math book and a science book, both with the number Nine on the front. Name inside said “Ting Zhang”. Stupid name. I'd make her pay for making me fuck a bitch with a stupid name. I cut the backpack off the blonde and looked through it. Same science book and a history book also with the number Nine on it. The inside cover had a name “Linda Sommers”. There was also a blue gym suit. We admired our new play things as Pete drove off to a quiet, secluded place where we could play without being disturbed. I enjoyed watching our latest toys suspended by their belts. Their young, soft legs hung down about 6 inches off the floor. Their arms were tied behind their backs. Their heads hung down backwards forcing their mouths open. I thought about what I could do with their mouths. My hands idly rubbed my crotch. The Viagra was working, my cock was hard as an iron rod. I watched their sweet young bodies slowly spin as Pete turned onto a gravel road. First Linda's eyes opened, flickered, then stared as she realized she was hanging in the air. She kicked her legs and lifted her head. I enjoyed the leg kicking because it gave me a glimpse of ...