Don't miss your bus. It's been a very long day and Paul just wanted to go to bed. The street seemed to be longer and longer and still there were couple of miles before reaching the ugly building with cruelly small flats that happen to be his living place. He had missed the bus earlier this evening and he didn't have money for cab. - What sins have I committed to deserve this. - sighed the man. - Not too many. - a feminine voice was less seductive then thrilling. - Pardon? - he stopped suddenly and faced her. The girl was dressed in a gray trenchcoat. Nothing else could be seen on her, so baggy the coat was. She had blond curls, dancing on the wind, like some living golden snakes. - You said something? - Paul wasn't in the mood for cheap jokes. - Yes. Her smile was shining unearthly on the beautiful tanned face of her. She walked over to him, moving slowly, gracefully. The man shook his head. - I'm sorry. I'm confused. It's late and I... - Shhh... She came even closer and stopped right in front of him. Taking a deep breath he had to admire her smell, fresh and sweet. - Do I know you? - asked desperately trying to regain control over his own hormones. The girl just smiled. Her hand touched his cheek and caressed it for a while. - Hey! - he took one step back. - You're drunk or something? Steel grasp of shapely feminine fingers momentally constricted his throat. The man gasped for air but unsuccessfully. The force strengthened even more, and Paul felt the oblivion of unconsciousness within seconds. She didn't let the body to fall on the ground instead taking it softly in her arms and carelessly picking up. Then he hanged him on one of her shoulders, securing a hold around his hips and quickly paced to the closest doorway. Another unconscious man was lying there, hidden beneath some rags and papers. She took him also and put on the other shoulder, grinning slightly not because of their combined weight but rather because of the lust that she couldn't control for long. After no more than half minute she entered a dead end of the closest alley. Looking down on a dirty homeless that was sleeping there she gently kicked him in the back. Her foot was naked and so her whole delicately muscled leg. The drunkard growled and woke up, blinked couple of times and stood up with speed of a martial artist. - Don't hurt me... - yelled. She just laughed softly. - Go. Pick some other bed elsewhere. He did just that, immediately running away. The girl put both bodies on the street, leaning them on the wall. Then she took off the trenchcoat having nothing beneath it, unsurprisingly. She was standing above her two victims for long, grinning and flexing sensually. She took great pleasure from the wind touching her skin and the shadows dancing around her. Then, when she felt that she's ready, she kneeled between the sleepers and proceeded. Paul woke up when a fist hit him in the forehead. - What the... - he wanted to shout but strong hands grasped his shirt and pulled him exactly into constricting embrace of this strange woman. - I said shhh. - the girl whispered. Then she started to kiss and lick and bite his lips, passionately. Her lover wanted to oppose, damn he wanted to oppose very violently, he was angry like hell. But he was helpless. Somehow she locked his arms behind his back, using just one hand to do it, while the other hand kept his chin in position that allowed her to suck every milliliter of oxygen out of him. The pleasure mixed with pain in Paul's shocked mind and when he started to choke and cough, the girl released him. - What the fuck... The other man, seemingly some construction worker, woke up with pain grin. She didn't grace him with too much attention, just took his head by his dreadlocks, pulled it downwards and locked her legs around his neck. Still sitting she listened to the sounds of mumbling and crying that she squeezed out of him. Meanwhile Paul regained a stable breath. The girl was sitting partly on his legs and he felt the head of the other men, kept in the constriction of their torturer's thighs. He forced himself to stand up and the wall behind him helped him greatly in this effort. - Thank you. - she smiled and embraced him around his hips again, still sitting with the worker in the scissors leg hold. Her other hand worked skillfully on his zipper. - No you! Ah! Unable to say anything more, Paul arched backwards, frozen by the sudden ecstasy. His pants were down now and she was sucking him strongly, biting his inner tights, while securing him in a steel grip by his buttocks. Suddenly she stopped. - I could use a third one. Momentally the girl stood up and pulled her trenchcoat on. - Stay here, boys. - she smiled innocently and ran away to her hunting ground. Paul fell down and only after a long while he was in condition to hide his manhood properly. The worker was coughing and spitting even longer. - Damn... damn... - What do we do... - I dunno... - Me neither... - Shit... Damn... - I say we get out of this place... - And what if... - Ah the hell with you! I'm going! - Paul whispered and after standing up he walked quietly to the end of the alley. His legs were shaking violently and his gaze couldn't focus at all. The man looked back at his unwilling comrade. - It's clear! Come on! Save yourself! - he shouted. Construction worker was blinking, unsure. Paul didn't insist. He started running. Not for long. The girl appeared suddenly, from another narrow street, thousands of them in such a district. She was carrying a sailor on her shoulder and her trenchcoat was unbuttoned showing the thin line of feminine body between the gray cloth. Unfortunately for Paul, he was running too fast and she rammed her exactly in the breasts, diving between them. She held him there long enough, smiling at his pitiful efforts to release himself. She even put the sailor on the street and embraced him with both arms, one of them holding his head pinned to her warmth, the other hand stoking his buttocks strongly. Paul didn't regain his endurance after his last suffocation. Thirty seconds were enough to put him into sleep again and he fell unconscious feeling, how she carries him and the other prey right to the very same street in which she was raping him before. When he regained his senses, she was playing wildly. The worker was lying beneath her and she was riding him violently. He could only yell rhythmically. And the other man wasn't in any better place. She had the sailor sitting in front of her, back to her, embraced by her arms around him. Her first hand was raping his manhood with the speed and force of an autocannon while her second hand kept him by the neck, helping her in the storm of kisses and bites that she delivered to his shoulders and muscled back. She stopped seeing that her third lover awakened. After realizing the half-conscious man from between her legs she put the one already warmed up there. Then she sat on his cock violently and restarted the previous rhythm. - You boy can rest now. - she whispered to the construction worker, lying him gently on his back. - It's your turn honey. Picking Paul up she was smiling softly and the man wasn't feeling as big hatred for her as before. Still she attacked and used them all. And this was horrifying as much as exciting. After minute or more his pants were turned into one of the rags around and his nakedness was put closely to her chest. She kept him virtually sitting on her, his legs embracing her waist, his manhood between her breasts, her hands tightly holding his naked ass. Then she started the rubbing. And she quickly speeded up. He was being raped by her breasts, very efficiently and exotically. He could feel her riding pace of simultaneous rape while being touched in an every part of his crotch ass and inner thighs, having it rubbed, stroked, massaged, squeezed. He has never experienced such a wave of pleasure. - You like this, I see. - the girl smiled happily when she positioned her hands on his hips and picked him up, leveling his cock with her face. The sailor was gasping severely, growling from exhaustion but she didn't allow him to rest until the end of his potency. And while doing this she again took Paul inside of her mouth. The orgasm rendered him asleep as a stone. When he woke up, his clothes were shattered worse then his body. The sun was rising. The people were staring at the three naked men. And she... She was gone. But there were good sides of the situation. She left him fifty dollars, lying on his naked chest. At least he could order a taxi now. (any comments? Please mail me at tiana_crowheart@hotmail.com)