The Deleted Scene *Ongoing*

[muhabba]

I have a few stories like this, enough not to need to just start New Post after New Post, so I decided to just put them all in one thread from now on.

This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain so I wrote it down and share it for free and make no money off of it. No one under legal age may read this, if you know what's good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. All characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. I do not own Lucy or the characters from it. Comments are always welcome and appreciated so you should feel free to share.

There is no plot here, just porn. If you want the plot go see the movie.

Story Code: M/F

The Deleted Scene: Lucy
By Muhabba

Lucy looked up with a knowing gleam in her eyes, her wavy blonde hair mussed and wild around her head. Her chest heaved, pushing her nearly visible black bra more tightly against her gauzy white T-shirt. She had the guard's full attention and they both knew it. She spread her legs slowly and the guard immediately began stalking towards her, unzipping the fly of his dingy jeans.

Smirking, Lucy raised her head up and swung her hair out of her eyes and looked up with a devilish smirk as the guard reached her and loomed over her, pushing his pants down and freeing his slowly growing prick. He griped the sides of her head and thrust his hips forward, slapping her beautiful face, grunting in need as she opened her warm, wet mouth and his semi-erect cock pushed itself inside of her. She knew he wasn't going to be gentle as he began forcefully fucking her face and she closed her scarlet lips around his cock, sucking it in deeper into her mouth and massaging it with her tongue as it fully hardened.

Sucking the vile guard’s cock with all the control she knew she had, Lucy began bobbing her head back and forth, the guard's erect dick sliding past her tightly stretched lips, over her warm tongue, and into the back of her tightly clutching throat. She leaned forward to allow more of the hard prick to slide into her throat as she swallowed around it, massaging his length as he grunted in need above her. His cum-bloated balls slapped wetly against her chin as he continued fucking her mouth with his unrelenting thrusts.

Lucy looked up and smirked around his girth, daring him not to enjoy what she was doing to him rather than what he was doing for her. He grunted in anger and buried his cock in her mouth, his balls pressed against her chin, trying to make her chock on him but she continued just smiling wickedly up at him. He cursed above her and went back to fucking her beautiful face, reaching down from her head to paw at her large chest, squeezing and kneading at her firm tits, twisting and pulling at them through her top, and through it all she continued sucking his prick and bobbing her head back and forth, licking along his length.

Cursing again, the guard released Lucy's head and shouted angrily at her before slapping her across the face. She took the slap and looked up at him with the same smirk as he continued yelling at her. He wanted to show her that he was the one in charge, that he had the power, that her body belonged to him but she had effortlessly taken that power from him and they both knew it. Yelling in frustration he shoved his prick back into her mouth and she took all of it, swallowing his entire length as he tried again to choke her with his dick. His cock was buried in her tightly clutching throat but she had enough room to massage him with her talented tongue as she peered up at him, daring him not to cum in awe of her oral technique.

Screaming out, the guard pulled his prick out of Lucy's mouth and began slapping her across the face with it, smearing her face with her saliva as he cursed at her and slapped her one last time. He stepped back and yanked her thread bare T-shirt up to reveal her large, bra encased tits. Kneeling between her spread thighs he pulled the cups down, freeing her tits and causing them to wobble on her chest. He went silent at the sight of her unbelievable firm tits capped with hard, pink nipples.

With blue lighting shooting through her mind, Lucy could suddenly understand what the guard was saying as he ogled her exposed chest.

"I guess everything they say about American girls is true," the guard mumbled as he hungrily licked his lips. He squeezed and kneaded the American girl's large tits, amazed at how heavy and full they felt, her skin pale enough he could see the blue veins trailing underneath her flesh and her hard nipples the color if bubblegum. Suddenly he dove into her abundant cleavage, smothering himself with her silky smooth breasts, licking every inch of exposed skin, nibbling at her warm skin. He could her her groaning above him and it turned him on all the more. Women might say no but once you got started they always relented. And if not, fuck it, them struggling was half the fun.

Lucy's tits bulged between the guard's fingers as he squeezed them, her nipples hard and scraping his palms while she pushed her chest out to give him more room to work with. She moaned in groaned with a mixture of despair and then lust, acting scared but also turns one by the disgusting guard's vile tongue. Her breasts gleaned with his warm spit in the dim light of the room as he nursed hungrily at her pale chest. Her hands were still bound as he sucked like a hungry calf on her tits and she knew that he would do everything she needed him to do to get herself out of here, whether he knew it or not.

The guard had no doubt now that he was in complete control of the American girl, her body was his and judging by her husky pants and moans she was enjoying it to. Not that he cared. He looked up over the abundant mounds of her tits at her flushed face, her hair plastered to her head with sweat. "I guess it's true about American girls," he said as he stood up, "They just need a real man and they get all wet." As he unfastened his belt her eyes locked onto it and he knew that she knew what was coming next.

The instant Lucy had needed had come and went. She needed his belt but he had taken it off to quick and she had missed her chance to grab it. As he opened his pants and began pushing them down she looked up at him and licked her lips quickly, acting like it was a unconscious reaction that he had accidentally caught and by the glint in his eye she could see that he believed it. And then suddenly his hard, throbbing prick was bobbing in front of her face again and she slowly opened her mouth.

Enjoying the power he had over the big tittied America, the guard gripped the sides of her head and thrust his cock forward, burying it in her mouth and throat, his dangling balls resting on her chin. "Better suck that dick, bitch," he said with devilish grin, "Or I'll choke you with it." Like every other ignorant American wandering around his country he doubted she knew what he had said but as she began sucking on his cock and managing it with her warm tongue he knew she understood. He rocked his hips back and forth slowly, enjoying her mouth around his cock and her throat convulsing around his cock-head. He pulled back enough for her to breath, drool running down her chin and dripping onto her chest as he pushed himself back in to the hilt.

Lucy had enough control of her body not to choke on the guards prick but she knew he would enjoy it if she did so she went through the motions, gurgling around his dick as she massaged it with her tongue, Whenever his shaft would slide into her throat she would make swallowing motions, further stimulating him as she began lightly humming around his length. The sooner she got him off the soon she could get his belt and then escape and she did everything college had taught her to do it. With just enough slack in her bonds, she slowly raised her hands up, trying not to startle him as she gripped the base of his shaft and started jerking on it, her lips meeting her fists as she bobbed her head back and forth while her other hand began massaging his cum bloated balls.

Grabbing the American girl's hair, the guard suddenly buried his prick in her talented mouth, her wet throat gripping his shaft and rippling around his length as she began to gag on him. He stared down at her with a hateful smirk as her beautiful face began to turn red before releasing is hold on her and began thrusting his cock furiously into her mouth, fucking her face like a jack-hammer. His balls were boiling with the need to cum so he released his hold on her, pulling his cock out of her warm mouth before he exploded. He slapped her face repeatedly with his cock, smearing her saliva around her face before standing up straight to admire his work. She peered up defiantly for a moment before grinning up at him, daring him to do worse.

Lucy knew what was coming as the thug screamed in frustration. He hadn't broken her yet and had accepted her challenge to do more to her. Which was exactly what she wanted. He rained insults at her as he struggled with her tight pants, yanking them down to her ankles, getting her as naked as he could for what was coming next. She never broke eye contact with her or lost her knowing smirk, she just watched as he stared at her mostly naked body tied helplessly to the chair. Except she wasn't helpless, she had been in charge since the guard had entered the room. She opened her knees slowly, her pale thighs parting to reveal her wet, pink pussy.

The thug stared in wonder at the blonde girl's cunt. He had never seen blonde pubic hair or a pussy that shade of pink before, and to top it off she was already wet for him, her juices beginning to puddle on the chair. He before reaching behind her knees and yanked her forward, her thick ass on the edge of the chair, her wet cunt open for him. He lunged at the girl, the chair leaning back against the wall, nearly breaking beneath his weight as he struggle to find the entrance to her hot cunt. He felt her angle her hips up, opening herself to him even more until the tip of his cock found the slick entrance to her cunt. He shoved himself forward, the chair creaking as he buried his aching pole balls deep in the American's tight hole.

Groaning as the thug stretched her pussy, Lucy squeezed her knees against his weight, reaching her arms around him to hold on as he began thrusting furiously inside of her. Her large, pale tits jiggled wildly as her body was jerked back and forth, the guard fucking her with the abandon of a wild dog. He bit and chewed on her neck as he braced his hands on the wall behind her and she raised her wide hips up even more to give him all the access to her boiling pussy he could need. She used her lower muscles to squeeze his shaft as he jack-hammered away inside of her, her hands locked behind him to keep him from bucking her off the chair.

Changing his positions slightly, the guard was able to hold himself up with one hand while the other began crawling over the American girl's amazing chest. He squeezed her large tits cruelly and twisted her nipples causing her to gasp out in pain as he mawled her. Her large, wobbling tits felt like warm silk in his hands, her warm flesh bulging out between his finger as he thrust himself inside of her wildly. Straining the arm bracing him against the wall, he bent down and captured her free tit in his mouth, sucking hard on the tasty orb as he began chewing on her nipple and making her cry out in pain again.

Lucy tried to her best to get the thug off as quickly as possible but being tied as she was had limited her options. All she could do was wait for him to finish with her body on his own. He pummeled into her tight pussy again and again with all the ferocity of a needy animal, her body being rocked back and forth, the chair straining under their combined weight. Her young, firm body was his to use as he saw fit, completely exposed to his every want and need, his every base desire and she could only wait him out.

The thug buried his cock balls deep into the blonde girl’s tight, clutching cunt and came, spewing his thick, hot seed into her slutty, American pussy. When the last of his cum had dribbled into the girl’s wet hole he sat up on his knees and looked at the delirious look on her face, her eyes wide in pain and disbelief. Then he slapped once across the face and then across her firm tits, both hard enough to leave hand prints on her pale skin. He chuckled as she looked up at him in anger before standing up.

Laughing, the guard smeared his sticky cock across the girl’s face before tucking his spent cock back into pants. He readjusted her cloths until she was mostly presentable before beginning to get himself dressed again. Suddenly the girl lunged for his belt...

The End.

[comsmith22]

interesting and nicely done... thanks for the share...

[muhabba]

I'm happy you liked it.

[muhabba]

This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain so I wrote it down and share it
for free and make no money off of it. No one under legal age may read this, if you know what's
good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. All characters used
in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. I do not own The Equalizer or the
characters from it. Comments are always welcome and appreciated so you should feel free to
share.

There is no plot here, just porn. If you want the plot go see the movie.

Story Code: MM/f, Oral, Anal, Teen

The Deleted Scene: The Equalizer
By Muhabba

Alina suppressed a shudder as the creepy old guy's hand trailed up her shapely thigh.
Her skin tight, gray streaked dress barely covered her ass when she was walking and in the
back of the limo it barely covered her lap. When his hand reached the hem it dipped
between her thighs before traveling back down her leg.

"You have very nice legs," the john said in a thick Russian accent as he slid his hand from
one leg to the other and back up the insides of her other supple thigh. He showed no
consideration of his bodyguard across the limo from them with his back to the closed divider
between the back and the driver. The bodyguard barely acknowledged what was happening in
front of him and looked almost bored.

"Thanks," Alina said as she tucked a stray strand of her straight, black wig behind her ear.
When his hand reached the hem of her dress again he slid her thumb over the front of her
panties before sliding his hand up the front of her teenage body. He groped and squeezed her
small tits, appreciating the way her cleavage bulged up. The john was extremely over-weight,
not completely gross but she guessed he hadn't had a hard day of work ever in his life. The
bodyguard on the other hand was built like a gorilla and could probably break her in half without
even trying.

"You have very small breasts," he said offhandedly.

"Yeah, but I make up for it in other ways," the prostitute called Alina said, trying to sound
confident. The john reached up with both hands, hooking his thumbs into the straps of her
dress and push-up bra. He pulled the flimsy material down revealing her tits capped with hard,
pink nipples. Her nipples were not hard due to any sort of desire but it was cold in the back of
the limo and goosebumps had broken out across her entire body. She tried to moan in
appreciation as he cupped her small breasts, rubbing his thick, rough thumbs over her nipples.

"Small but nice," the john said before turning to the bodyguard, "Don't you think so,
Dmitri?"

Alina gave the massive man her best come-hither smile and he just gave her an absent
once over before nodding. Turning to the john the small hooker tried her smile on him but he
was paying more attention to her tits than her face. "Thanks," she said before wrapping her
arm around his shoulders. He bent down over her chest and quickly sucked one of her hard
nipples into his mouth, lashing it with his tongue, nearly sucking her entire tit inside of him as he
roughly squeezed her other tit. He licked across her slender chest to her other tit, performing
the same with it almost like he was just checking them off of a list: Step one, fondle leg. Step
two, suck the teenage titty.

The young school aged girl moaned out, trying to sound passionate while the overweight
john licked hungrily at her teenage chest. Besides the awkwardness of sex with a stranger for
money, as the Russian worked at her tits, the guard stared at her impassively. She ran her
fingers through the older man's thinning hear, still trying to sound passionate while the guard
stared blankly at her getting molested.

The john licked up from the young girl's chest to her graceful neck to her jawline before
pulling away. He ran his thumb across her pouting lips before reclining back in the seat. "You
have very nice lips," he said plainly.

Alina smirked at the john, just a small one while she tried to make it look that she and the
john shared a secret about her lips. She hadn't expected him to kiss her because knowing the
things they put in their mouths, who would want to kiss a hooker. She made no move to cover
up her petite breasts, she just straightened up in the seat a bit, arching her back, thrusting out
her chest more trying to emphasize them in the dimly lit limo.

"Do you think she has nice lips?" the john asked the bodyguard.

Once again the bodyguard apprised her, making her feel like a piece of meat more than
she usually did before he just gave a shrug.

The john ran his fingers through the straight black wig, nudging the young girl down.
"Show Dmitri what you can do with those lips," he ordered.

Giving the two men what she hoped was a sexy grin, Alina bent down over the old guy`s
gut and lap, her hands coming up to squeeze his thighs. Her hands slid to his belt and
unbuckled it before unfastening his pants. His semi-hard cock was nothing impressive but she
knew she had to act like it was the biggest slab of meat she had ever seen. She pulled the prick
out of his pants and underwear, squeezing him around the base and feeling the blood start to fill
the unimpressive dick.

He groaned above her as she licked his sensitive tip, drawing it into her mouth. She
circled his slowly growing cock-head, moaning lustfully around it as it began to fill her teenage
mouth. When it was hard enough she began bobbing her head back and forth, massaging his
shaft with her tongue as she sucked back and forth. He grew long enough for her to fit her fist
around his base and began tugging on him as her pink lips slid wetly up and down him, meeting
her fingers. One of the john’s hands forced itself below her chest and he began roughly
squeezing her small, firm tits.

Alina took a quick peek at the bodyguard sitting across from her with a cock in her mouth
and suppressed a shudder. He was barely paying attention to her, his eyes dead as he simply
sat relaxed in the seat. It was unnerving.

As she continued licking and sucking her customer's now fully hard prick, his free hand slid
down her graceful back to her taunt ass. The shortness of the dress caused it to pull up easily
over her pale ass revealing her thong and the Russian slipped his finger beneath the thin
material. She grunted as he fingered her tight, dry asshole before sliding his finger lower to her
bare, pink pussy. She was dry there as well so she began thinking sexy thoughts trying to
lubricant herself for the john. In her mind a handsome prince carried her off to live in his castle.
A pretty boy at school asked her to prom. A middle-aged business man spent his money to take
her off the streets to a new and better life. Anywhere but here was a sexy thought and she
soon felt herself start to get wet.

The Russian used what moisture she had between her legs to circle his finger around her
clit hood trying to stimulate her further. Alina knew what he was doing. He was trying to get
her wet enough for him without needing lubricant. Some of her johns took pride in the fact
they could get a hooker wet on their own, completely unaware that it was simple biology rather
than their personal techniques. And she didn't bother to correct them. Whatever belief got
the johns off she supported. And the quicker the better.

She groaned as lustfully as she could around the meat in her mouth as her customer
slipped two fingers inside of her, finger-banging her as her beautiful face bobbed up and down in
his lap. She began fondling his bloated balls with her free hand, his pubic hair sparse and wiry.
He caressed her tiny asshole with his thumb as he continued squeezing her tits with his other
hand and she continued to pretend to like it.

Alina easily deep-throated the Russian’s prick, holding it in her throat and swallowing
around it all while moaning and wiggling her tongue around the shaft and fondling his balls.
She slipped it back out of her mouth and held the top between her lips as she took a deep
breath and continued jerking on his base. She took another deep breath before taking him
back into her throat, swallowing around him, massaging him with her tongue, moaning along his
length and lightly squeezing his balls.

Above her the Russian cried out in lust and quickly used his hand on her chest to push her
up, his spit wet cock slipping out of her mouth while he slipped his fingers out from under her.
She wiped the spot from her chin with the back of her hand while giving him what she hoped
was a sexy smile. “How was that?” she asked, trying to appear confident.

“Almost to good,” the over-weight Russian chuckled before looking over at his bodyguard.
“Dmitri, you have to try this whore’s mouth,” he said before turning back to the girl. “Show
Dmitri what you can do,” he said.

Alina gave the bodyguard what she hoped was a sexy smirk before sliding off of her seat
onto her knees. The back of the limo was long enough for her to get on her hands as well and
she crawled across the floor to the guard, her tight ass pointed back to her customer.

“Dmitri is my best guard,” the Russian told the young whore, “So you make sure you suck
him good.” With his hard pecker still out he got on his knees behind the girl and slid his hands
across her stunning, pale ass.

Once again, the young prostitute ran her hands up a Russian man’s thighs and reached for
his belt. She tried giving him a coy smile as she looked deep into his eyes but he was
completely impassive as she undid his belt and pants. Behind her, her customer pulled her
thong down to her knees and slid his hand between her legs, cupping her warm pussy. She
gave up trying to seduce the stoic guard as she pulled his soft prick out of his underwear. Even
soft be was larger than the john’s but only maybe a bit bigger than average and she began rolling
his soft cock between her hands like playdough.

Using what lubrication he could, the Russian customer began finger-fucking the teenage
girl again but with an added twist that made her grunt in discomfort. She tried to cover the
sudden intrusion with what she hoped was a lusty moan as her customer sawed two fingers in
and out of her pussy and his thumb in and out of her tight ass. She wiggled back against his
hand as she began tugging on the guard with one hand while using her other hand to hold
herself up.

Alina bent the guard’s prick towards her face and licked his shaft from the base to the tip,
swirling her tongue around his soft cock-head before licking down the opposite side. She
covered his hard prick in her warm saliva before dipping lower and licking his balls while her
hand slid wetly up and down his length. When her talented hand reached the tip she ran her
hand around it before sliding back down. She took one bulbous ball into her warm mouth,
sucking on it as she licked it, before switching to the other. And above her he was still as silent
as a stone.

The Russian customer behind her used his hands to hold her taunt cheeks apart as he bent
forward with his tongue fully extended. He licked her from her tiny asshole to her warm pussy,
slobbering all over her as his fingers kneaded her ass. He used his tongue to probe her ass
along with his thumb before doing the same to her pussy along with his two fingers adding even
more lubrication to her soon to be violated body. She concentrated on the guard as much as
she could while splitting her attention between the two men. Sucking the cock of one while
pretending to enjoy the oral from another.

“Such a fine ass,” the Russian exclaimed before slipping his finger out the whore’s ass and
plunging his tongue inside.

Moaning as she took in half of the guard’s dick into her mouth, Alina did her best to rock
her hips up, pretending to want her customer's tongue inside of her and fucking back against his
mouth. She bobbed her head up and down on the passive guard’s prick, moaning in what she
hope sounded like lusty or horny appreciation. She took the cock back out of her mouth and
licked his balls again keeping her hand moving up and down on his ridged shaft.

She could feel her customer moving around behind her and knew what was coming next.
She tried to relax her body as much as possible as she felt the tip of the over-weight man’s prick
nudge against her spit-wet ass. She let the guard’s balls fall out of her teenage mouth to brace
herself with both hands, afraid of what would happen if she accidentally bit him. The Russian
began pushing himself into her and she was actually thankful he had taken some time to try and
lube her up as much as he did.

Grunting in near pain, Alina tried to turn it into a groan of pleasure not wanting either of
the men knowing how much discomfort she was feeling. It would be a sign of weakness and
like living in the jungle: The weak were prey. She could feel the Russian’s cock-head slip past
the right ring of muscle at the entrance to her ass. He took a moment to appreciate the feel of
himself inside of her before grabbing her by her slim hips and pushing forward.

As her john’s cock slowly parted her tight walls and filled her tight ass she lifted her hand
back up and began jerking-off the guard again. The Russian had given himself just enough
lubrication not to hurt her to much and it felt like he was taking his time and just enjoying the
feel of her teenage body gripping down on him. Feeling safe that he wasn't planning on just
slamming into her she sucked the stoic guard’s cock into her mouth. She kept her body still, her
dress pulled up around her hips and the top pulled down to her waist with her small tits dangling
below her. As she began bobbing her head up and down she kept the rest of her body
completely still to give her customer easier access to her body. Her small, firm tits jiggled
slightly as her head worked up and down, her checks hollowing as she sucked as hard a she could,
her pink lips stretched right around the bodyguard’s shaft.

With a grunt around the silent guard’s cock in her young mouth, the john slid balls deep
into Alina’s ass. He held himself still just enjoying the feel of her we around his dick as her head
bobbed up and down in the bodyguard’s lap. She made wet slurping sounds as. She sucked him
and could feel the john’s balls resting on her pussy-lips. She began rocking her body back and
forth between the two men, fucking the guard with her mouth and her customer with her ass.
She could hear the man behind her grunting in lust but, as usual, the guard remained silent.
She squeezed the Russian as tightly as she could with the muscles in her ass like she was trying
to shit in reverse. It was such a odd sensation that she never got used to despite the number of
anonymous cocks she had taken.

As she rocked her body back and forth between the two men, fucking them both with her
body, she got her first reaction from the bodyguard. His rough hand came down and he stroked
her head down to her jaw, cupping her face. She had been afraid of what he might do to be if
she didn't please him and had tried her best to suck him off the best that she could and now felt
a sense of relief that she finally gotten a positive response from him.

As her john began fucking her ass on his own he rocked Alina forward, her mouth taking
more of the guard’s cock into her mouth. As the Russian buried himself inside of her tightly
clutching ass the bodyguard’s prick slid into her tightly clutching throat. And when the Russian
slid part way out of her she allowed the dick in her mouth to nearly escape, holding the tip in
with her lips and circling it with her tongue as she took a breath. With her customer thrusting
back into her from behind, the guard would thrust into her mouth, his hard shaft sliding deeper
into her throat, nearly gagging her but luckily she had overcome her gag reflex long ago. She
released her hold on the guard’s cock, holding herself up as the two men fucked her teenage
body.

She could hear the Russian behind her grunting in lust and even managed to get a couple
of grunts from the guard as she deep-throated him again and again. Her throat was already
sore and the only thought she had to get her through the pain radiating from her throat was the
thought of possibly getting ice cream afterwards. It was a small hope since she was usually
busy on her hands and knees or on her back throughout the night but there was a glimmer of
hope about getting away long enough to get ice cream. Chocolate ice cream. With sprinkles.
It was a simple dream really and it would depress her if she thought about the fact that the only
dreams she had were such simple dreams so she kept her attention on the job at hand.

The guard was grunting more, his ass lifting off the seat as he fucked the teenage girl’s
beautiful face. He gripped the sides of her head as she shoved his cock in and out of her mouth,
her tongue working against him as the Russian john thrust himself as deep into her ass as
possible. The john came first, shuddering as he filled her tight teen ass with his thick load,
holding himself to her as she deep-throated the guard’s prick. The bodyguard came after a few
more thrusts, his warm cum slipping down her throat as she swallowed every shot of sperm that
he had to give.

As the two men began to soften, their cocks slipped out of Alina’s mouth and as they
collapsed back into their seats, their spent pricks dangling out of their pants.

“Did I not tell you she had a great mouth, Dmitri?” the Russian asked with a satisfied smile
on his face.

“Sure did, boss,” Dmitri said.

The bodyguard didn't have a Russian accent which kind of surprised Alina as she sat up on
her knees and wiped her wet chin off with the back of her hand again. She knew better than to
get herself cleaned up yet knowing that most customers preferred to keep their hookers naked
until they were completely done with them. Sometimes it was just to stare at her nudity or to
see their handiwork at having just fucked her. “Did you enjoy yourself?” she asked and tried to
keep the sound of hope out of her voice.

“Of course, of course,” the Russian boasted, “You are certainly a top shelf whore. Worth
every penny.”

As her customer began tucking himself back into his pants, a small glimmer of hope
coursed through Alina. She looked over at the quiet guard and the hope bloomed larger as he
began putting himself away. And then the john nodded at the bodyguard.

“Tell Ivan to head home,” the Russian said, “I can't wait to introduce this bitch to the rest
of the men.”

And then Alina’s heart sank as the limo began to move with her nearly naked and dripping
with two men’s cum in the back. Her night wasn't over yet and her dream of ice cream would
just have to wait.

To be continued in… The Equalizer.

[comsmith22]

Thanks for a Hot story … that's a good One... Thanks for the share... Keep them Up...

[muhabba]

It's another one I'm still working on. Happy you liked it.

[muhabba]

This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain so I wrote it down and share it for free and make no money off of it. No one under legal age may read this, if you know what's good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. All characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. I do not own Marvel’s The Avengers or the characters from it. Comments are always welcome and appreciated so you should feel free to share.

There is no plot here, just porn. If you want the plot go see the movie.

Story Code: M/F

The Deleted Scene: The Avengers
By Muhabba

Natasha couldn’t be bothered to learn the names of the two thugs that followed the colonel around. That would be up to the next of kin. They may have been identical for all that mattered to her. They were just dumb muscle, paid to look intimidating and to tie “helpless” women to chairs. And since they had already done that to her she was pretty much done with them. It was the colonel that she was after, or rather the names he knew of the Russian smugglers that she was after.

Most people, not just women, would feel helpless, scared, or panicked tied to a chair in an abandoned industrial warehouse but for her it was part of her plan. Here the colonel felt powerful and in charge and she’d let him do all the talking. He and the two thugs didn't realize it yet but they were caught in the Black Widow’s web. Of course she hadn't been expecting to be tied to a chair with a 50 ft. drop right behind her but what was life but little surprises.

The colonel was in charge and he knew it. His two most trusted men knew it as they casually flanked the beautiful woman they had tied to the chair. And know she was going to know it too. “This is not how I wanted this evening to go,” he told her with a compassionate smile.

Natasha Romanoff, known as the Black Widow, tried to keep a self-satisfied smile off of her beautiful face. Everything was going perfectly. “I know how you wanted this evening to go. Believe me this is better,” she said. It had been a double blind. Trying to seduce her target knowing that he actually knew who she was and that she was trying to seduce him so that he would feel clever and cocky after “catching” her.

“Who are you working for? Lermentov, yes?” the colonel asked. There was no way he could let the woman go. Her fate had been sealed the moment he had recognized her but she still had information that he would need. Who hired her and what did they want.

Thug number one puffed up his chest and asked, “Does he think we have to go through him to move our cargo?” He had been the one to actually capture the woman and needed to prove it to her, and to his boss, that he could handle any situation, even a notorious spy.

The colonial let his employee glare at the bound captive for a moment. It was important for her to know who she was dealing with and the muscle he could bring to bear. “I thought General Solohob was in charge of the export business,” he said. It wasn't a question. He’d worked with Solohob before and had always doubted that the old General was as connected as he led people to believe.

Once again Natasha had to repress a smile. She’d already gotten two names that she needed and she wondered how many more the colonel would volunteer before she had to make her escape. Her modest black cocktail dress was too slight to hold any weapons but the two thugs had thoroughly frisked her anyway her before tying her up. Extremely thoroughly. And the chair was old, rickety, and creaked loudly. She had her escape planned out before her butt had hit the wood. “Solohob was a bagman, a front. Your outdated information betrays you,” she said. Poke his pride and see what leaks out. She had no idea who Solohob was yet but maybe she’d get her captive to tell her, after all, he’d told her so much already.

The colonel smiled again. If Solohob was just a patsy then there was no reason not to go ahead and take him out and take over his business. He almost felt sorry for the sexy secret agent, she’d already slipped up and they had just gotten started. And the night was still young. “The famous Black Widow and she turns out to be simply another pretty face,” he chuckled.

“You really think I'm pretty?” Natasha asked. She needed the 3 men to notice her looks. Enemy or not, men liked and trusted a pretty face. And a nice body which is why she had chosen this particular cocktail dress. Plenty of room for her legs and arms to move and plenty of cleavage to distract pretty much any man. The black pantyhose were purely for decoration and her legs looked great in them. And with the men’s eyes on her legs and chest it let her test the tape binding her to the chair.

Letting his two men move closer to their captive, the colonel let his fingers dance over the tools set out on the table next to him. “Tell Lermentov we don't need him to move the tanks,” he said smugly, “Tell him he is out.” His man tipped the Black Widow’s chair back over the drop, her blue eyes going wide in panic. He decided which of the tools he’d use first. “Well... you may have to write it down,” he said as he walked closer to the beautiful woman with the pliers held in front of him. His man pressed her cheeks together forcing her to open her mouth.

He let his eyes crawl over the woman's amazing body. Her dress had ridden up high on her thick thighs and her heaving chest was threatening to throw her large breasts out of the top. He trailed the tip of the cold metal in his hand over the bound secret agent’s jiggling cleavage. With her flaming red hair and crystal blue eyes she was past “pretty”. And her body, even hidden beneath her simple dress, was phenomenal. “It seems like such a waste,” he said, mostly to himself as he slid the pliers up her graceful neck to her lips. With her mouth gapping open he had no problems seeing her pink tongue wiggling about. Her eyes were wide with fear. “You are indeed pretty,” he said breathlessly.

The colonel switched hands with the pliers and sent his free hand down to the infamous Black Widow’s equally infamous chest. He squeezed one large breast through her dress and then traced across to do the same with the other firm tit. He shoved the pliers at his thug so he could use both hands to molest the spy’s breasts as she struggled against him.

Natasha had to stop herself from smiling as she thought, “Men are so easy.” She hadn't believed for a moment that she was under any real danger as the Colonel and his men talked. They wouldn't do anything to her until they’d told her how bad they were. And if course telling her how bad they were wouldn't be good enough, they’d have to show her.

The Colonel ran his hands roughly from the Black Widow’s chest to her shoulders and shook her. She squeaked in shock and he smiled at the sound before running his hands over the straps of her gown. He yanked the flimsy material down her arms unleashing her large tits. The full orbs jiggled on her chest for a moment as he feasted his eyes on her unencumbered chest. Her tits were every bit as magnificent as he had imagined they would be. He barely even noticed his men relaxing their grips on the trapped woman, easing her chair back onto all it's legs, all their concentration drawn to the captured spy’s tits.

Reverently the colonel slid his hands down to the spy’s full breasts. They were warm and smooth and pale with traces of blue veins below the skin. Far larger than his hands as he squeezed the Black Widow’s heavenly tits and watched her flesh bulge between his spread fingers. He slid his palms across her sensitive nipples before grabbing onto her breasts, kneeling down, and lifting them up to his face. He thrust his face forward and quickly swallowed one nipple into his sucking mouth, practically milking her tit as he squeezed both over developed mammaries over and over again.

As her target switched from one breast to the other, Natasha tried to play the part. She didn't want to act completely dominated by the men or they would take the rough treatment too far or if she acted completely nonplussed the same thing would happen. Therefore she had to act slightly welcoming to their advances in order to stroke their egos and inspire them to keep up the more simple attentions. And hopefully by the end, if she played her cards right, they’d wear themselves out and she could make her escape.

Releasing his hold on the Black Widow’s endowments, the colonel stood up and turned to the second of his men. “Help yourselves, gentlemen,” he said magnanimously as he began unbuckling his pants, “There's more than enough for everybody.” He yanked down his pants and freed his erection as he two guards got on their knees on either side of him. They each began attacking the bound woman's tits while he grabbed the back of her head with one hand and aimed his prick at her mouth with the other.

The colonel yanked the Widow’s hair forwards causing her to gasp in pain and open her mouth to him. He thrust himself forward and mounted her beautiful face, burying himself balls deep inside of her. He grunted and grabbed the sides of her head and began fucking her mouth, his balls slapping against her chin as her tongue wiggled around his shaft and his cock-head slid in and out of her throat.

“Did you think it would be so easy?” the colonel chuckled as he buried himself again and again into the famous Black Widow’s mouth, “Did you think you could just walk in, bat your eyes and get what you wanted?” He pulled his throbbing cock out and slapped it against the bound spy’s beautiful face, tears building in her eyes and strings of drool dripping from the corners of her mouth. He thrust himself back in and groaned in contentment as he held himself still, waiting until his beautiful captive was gasping for breath around his shaft.

“Clear the way,” the colonel ordered as he pulled his shaft out of his prisoner’s talented mouth. Both of his men immediately complied and stood up on either side of him. He grabbed Black Widow’s thoroughly molested breasts and thrust his cock between them, roughly fucking her spectacular tits. “Her mouth is all yours, gentlemen,” he said with a chuckle as he thumbed the spy’s hard, wet nipples.

Both of the guards quickly did away with their pants, tugging them quickly down to their ankles before grabbing the sides of the Black Widow’s head. After feasting on her tits, neither man wanted to wait any longer and thrust themselves forward, plugging her mouth with both of their cocks at the same time. They both groaned out in lust as they raggedly fucked her mouth together, rubbing themselves against the insides of her cheeks and the roof of her mouth. Her tongue wiggled wildly back and for against their shafts as she struggled to breath around their combined girth.

The leader fucking her tits was groaning out in lust while the two guards set up a sympathetic pace inside of Natasha’s mouth. One guard buried himself as deep as he could while the other one pulled out before they would switch and the second guard thrust himself deep inside of her with the first pulled back.

All three men worked her body like a well lubed engine, thrusting themselves into her warm, moist mouth and her firm, spit slick tits. She could tell this wasn't the first time they had taken a woman like this. With a grunt and a nod from the colonel the switched places with one thug fucking her tits and the other thug sharing her mouth with their leader. Her vision was completely block by thrusting pelvises and pubic hair but she didn't really need to see, she had memorized the lay out of the warehouse as soon as they dragged her in and had already planned her escape route.

On another grunted command the men switched and then again, sharing her mouth and tits with each other. Her nipples were hard and ached from the constant attention and so did her jaw. Her chin and chest were covered in the warm saliva of the men, greasing the way for each of them to fuck her mouth and tits. The only respite she would get was when they each took turns sliding their cocks deep into her mouth and plunging into her tightly clutching throat one at a time giving her short gasps of air before thrusting.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” one of the men started grunting, signaling everyone what was about to happen. The colonel and the other thug stepped away and let their companion have her to himself. He buried himself between her heaving tits using one had to smash her breasts together while he used his other hand to yank her head down. While he fucked her tits the top of his cock slipped up into her mouth and he used his grip to bob her head up and down on his tip. He groaned in perfect contentment as he came inside of her, filling her mouth with his thick seed, holding himself still until she was forced to swallow every drop.

The other thug gave his companion a friendly shove before thrusting himself into the Black Widow’s gasping mouth. He fucked himself into her throat were he exploded, forcing her to swallow every bit of his cum. When his dick started to soften he stood back and tucked himself back into his pants and, standing opposite of the other thug, one on each side of the beautiful, abused spy.

The colonel nodded to his men and they both grabbed onto Natasha’s head, holding her perfectly still. The leader slid his hard, clammy cock against his captive’s beautiful features, rubbing himself all over and truly fucking her face. He rubbed himself against her pursed lips, the graceful jaw, her smooth cheeks, across her eyes that she had to close in defense, her forehead and then flicked her nose with the head of his cock.

“Open your mouth,” the colonel ordered as he fisted himself and then watched at the famous Natasha Romanoff obediently complied. He half-assed aimed for her open mouth as he exploded, smearing his thick cum across her lower face and into her mouth.

When he was finished, the colonel slipped himself back into his slacks and sneered down at the captured spy. “Yes, very pretty indeed,” he mocked before nodding at his men.

Still in character, Natasha stared defiantly up at the leader as his men began cleaning their spit and seed off of her face. “You’ll pay for this,” she said as the men finished and pulled her dress back up over her well-fucked chest.

“What?” the colonel mocked in false sincerity, “You are cleaned and clothed. It is as if nothing ever happened.” He took the pliers back from his henchman and looked back down at his prisoner. “Now where were we?”

A strange ring interrupted the planned torture and his employee took his ringing cell phone out of his pocket. He answered it and then held it helplessly oh towards the colonel and said, “It’s for her.”

To be continued in Marvel’s The Avengers