Ariana turned around again, facing the wall. The two men smiled at one another. "Put your hands against the wall Ma'am." he searcher said. She followed his command. "Good. Now this may feel a little...uncomfortable."
He licked his nicotine-yellowed, callous covered finger, and advanced. The lean muscles of her back formed interesting contours on the canvas of her skin. She was by no means unfeminine, just very athletic. He stepped close her, and pressed his hand against her ass. She tensed up, knowing what was coming. He slid his finger down the crack of her ass, between her spread legs. He felt the musty warmth of her pussy radiating onto his digit.
Ariana's eyes dilated as he slid the finger into her. It was course of thick, the opposite of her tight, silken vagina. He worked the finger deeper into her, causing her legs to tighten. Her muscles contracted, clamping down on the intruder. The man snorted, as if this was something clever, and forced the finger deeper. He worked it around inside of her, tracing the internal contours.
"Find anything?" The Latino asked.
"Hmm. I don't know. Here, see if you can find anything." The man stepped back. She looked over her shoulder. The Latino was handsome, but it was the type of handsome that a snake uses to charm a mouse, or the sensuous movement of a tiger before it springs for a kill. He grinned at her lewdly, and slammed two fingers into her as their eyes still met. She gasped, and pressed her forehead against the wall. He pushed until his forearm hurt, twisting his fingers around inside her. Her breathing deepened, and she gritted her teeth.
"Nope. Nothing there." He said. He pulled on her shoulder, and spun her around. She was pressed against the wall. "Open your mouth." he said. She stared at him, disbelieving. He grabbed her jaw, and repeated "Open. Your. Mouth!"
Ariana let her jaw relax. He shoved his fingers, still wet with her juices, into her throat. She nearly gagged. Her tongue worked to push the fingers out, slathering off the juice and replacing it with saliva. "Good girl." He said. "Now, turn back around.
Ariana gritted her teeth, and obeyed.
He kicked her ankles wider. She could feel air from the fan on her hot sex. The tips of his fingers touched her asshole. She flattened her forarms against the wall, and braced herself.
The other man watched as her legs quivered and her chest heaved. The Latino pushed his saliva covered fingertips in, inch by excruciating inch. She gasped and shuttered as he worked them in deeper and deeper. "OHH!" She exclaimed as he went knuckle deep. She could feel his hot breath on her neck. Beads of sweat rolled down her perky breasts, hanging off of her erect nipples.
"Nope. Nothing in there." He said, leaving his fingers inside her until her eyes met his. A fire burned there, he saw. A fire he wanted to quench... |