Guns Coced Tits Out

Author's Notes: As is usual to state on Literotica, everyone involved in sexual situations in this story is over the age of 18.

I usually prefer femdom, but this story is as maledom as they come. It is also a pure stroker from start to finish and is really just barely anything more than a long sex scene, with not more than the bare minimum of backstory, plot and character development. If you don't like stories like this, you've been warned. If you like them, then hopefully this story won't disappoint you.

Please, don't forget to comment, rate and if you like it, favorite the story. Constructive critique and feedback is always welcomed.

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For as long as she could remember, Jenny had a very, very dark sense of humor. Anything that broke social norms in the craziest, most terror-inducing ways was automatically hilarious to her. The one thing she had always found to fit those criteria the most, was when people, either at gunpoint, knifepoint, or any other point where they were under complete control of an armed stranger, had to forget about any and all social norms and do whatever they were ordered to, lest they wanted to risk their lives.

She still found such situations funny even though she was going through one herself now, with her T-shirt rolled up to her neck and her hands playfully squeezing her giant breasts for the pleasure of the masked man pointing a Glock right between her eyes.

This wasn't exactly the kind of an experience she had expected when she came in here to withdraw some money from the ATM in the interior of this bank, but there wasn't much she could do about it by now, except for doing what she was ordered to and hoping for the best.

"Well, at least I'm not alone in this," she thought to herself as she quickly scanned the entire room, chuckling as the words "Strength in numbers," quickly ran through her mind.

Along with her, there were five other women, all of course in the same situation as she was, along with seven masked, armed bank robbers, who were now clearly having the time of their lives. Although at first they weren't very pleased, to put it mildly, when they found out that the most the bank tellers could give them were a couple dozen dollars from the cash registers, as they didn't have the codes to the safe and the ATM was basically empty, which was a revelation which angered Jenny as well, they soon changed their tune when they realized just how many powerless, busty toys they had to play with for hours.

First, there were the two bank tellers, both of them slim brunettes in their mid-to-late-20s. One of them was now completely naked, standing on her table on all fours. Well, threes really, as she was fingering herself just as she was ordered to by the man now pointing his gun at her left hip while he played with her fat breasts, which invitingly hung in the air.

She looked quite similar to how Jenny did when she was younger. In the last few years though, Jenny had put on some weight and gotten quite a curvy figure to replace her previous slim one of the type which the two bank tellers were flaunting. She wasn't envious though. She loved her body just as it was.

The bank teller's colleague was in a somewhat more comfortable position. She sat in her chair, her T-shirt the only piece of her clothing that was on the ground, her now-naked breasts proudly jutting out as she reclined in the chair slightly while periodically bobbing her head on her robber's hard cock, something which Jenny was completely sure awaited her as well.

Just a few feet to her right was the only woman in here whom the 32-year-old Jenny wouldn't call her peer. "Mrs. Campbell," as one of the bank tellers had called her, was a kind-looking redhead in her late-40s. She still looked good, though her sagging breasts and mature figure unmistakably betrayed her age. Surprisingly though, despite her age, she was still lactating, and the milk filling her breasts seemed to undo some of the sagging, something which the robber keeping her under control seemed

very

ecstatic to discover.

It seemed quite fitting to Jenny, at least in the darkly comical point-of-view she was now looking at their entire situation from, that the eldest of their victims now had who seemed to be both the youngest and shortest of the robbers nursing on her breasts while she was being forced to jerk him off.

A couple of feet away from the older woman, right near the exit, were the last two women, both of them blondes, surrounded by the three remaining robbers.

The first of them, a woman who was enthusiastically greeted by the security guard and the bank tellers as "Gabriela," was the youngest of all the women in there, as well as predictably the least-busty one, being still just a teenager not a day older than nineteen. Unable to control themselves at the sight of her youthful body, the two men surrounding her had almost thrown themselves at her, nearly ripping her clothes off before forcing her to her knees and taking turns in letting themselves be sucked off by her.

Jenny couldn't help but wonder whether the friendly greetings Gabriela received from the bank's employees meant that she herself was an employee in here, at least a part-time one. If she was, then that went a few lengths in explaining why the average breast size in the room was so high at the moment. Four employees of a bank which likely had some unwritten policy of preferring busty women in hiring, plus two random busty customers who just so happened to come in at the same time? Yeah, that was a bit more probable than the alternative.

The last woman sharing their predicament was the security guard herself, a well-built woman in her late-20s with the, given their circumstances and her profession, quite ironic name of Sybil. Unfortunately for her, she shared none of her historical counterpart's predictive and observational skills, and so, the only thing she could now do with her muscular and well-trained athletic body was kneeling in front of one of the robbers, the one who seemed to be their leader, and slowly and sensually fellate his decently-proportioned cock, while he forcefully pushed his Glock against her forehead to keep her under control.

"Security my ass," he spat out in an amused tone of voice as he turned her torn-off badge around in his left hand, enjoying the defeated look in her dark eyes. "This is what you should be doing, you're much better like this," he added, before mockingly moaning, knowing that she knew that the pleasure he felt was not faked and enjoying the thought of her feeling humiliated by that even more than she already was.

The tone of his voice was quite authoritative and only served to further confirm his dominant position in their group, but his words were just another version of what his underlings were saying as well while enjoying the bodies of their other victims just as he was enjoying the sight of the large, perky breasts proudly held up by her muscular chest.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah!" the short robber moaned in pure pleasure in-between sucking on Mrs. Campbell's mature breasts. The young man was about to come soon, and the knowledge of this fact was apparent on the older woman's blank face, as she almost robotically jerked his similarly-small dick, the decades of experience doing so obvious in her hand's movements.

"I have something much more important in here for you, bitch," Jenny heard her robber say, before turning her head back at him from Mrs. Campbell's direction. Doing so, she noticed his Glock pointed at the fully-hard cock that was straining against the tight fabric of his pants, before he quickly flipped it back so it pointed right between her eyes again, before she could get any funny ideas. "That's gonna be pointing straight at you as well. You're gonna suck it like a fucking lollipop, or else something completely different will fuck your skull. And you better not give me any STDs doing that, this cock is much more different than the hundreds you've had in here before. Understood?!"

"Yes, sir," she replied in a melodic, sweet tone of voice. She couldn't help herself with that. She was quite a submissive person and the situation she had now found herself in reminded her of so many of her erotic fantasies that it was almost uncomfortable for her. This wasn't even the first time she had a gun pointed at her by a horny guy, but as this was the first time the gun was real and she was in actual danger, she found her pussy feeling as if it was on fire, instead of just slightly moistening as it did in those other, safer instances.

Knowing the seriousness of the situation, and feeling the arousal coursing through her body, she quickly, obediently opened her mouth, preparing herself to take his cock into her oral cavity while continuing to shake her sizeable breasts for him.

The robber just growled in amusement before nearly instantly unzipping his jeans and taking out his cock with his left hand. Roughly grabbing her head by her thick brown hair, he forcefully shoved his prick into her opened mouth and down her tight throat. She gagged a little, but then quickly composed herself, and started doing the best she could to satisfy him as he held her head in place.

"Don't stop shaking those tits bitch," he ordered in-between moans and grunts. "I want to enjoy this as much as I can."

She, of course, obeyed. There was no other way she was getting out of this now, anyway, and the sooner he came the sooner this would be over. Also, she loved playing with her tits during sex, and the hotter this situation was and the sooner he came, the higher were her chances of getting off on what was happening as well.

As she sucked and gobbled on his cock, his hand now off of her head and jerking the cock as she worked on it instead, giving her a lot more freedom to move, she took the opportunity to glance at what was happening with the two bank tellers.

Surprisingly, despite the women's, at least in her opinion, more attractive bodies, they were in pretty much the same position as she was. The first one, who so resembled Jenny from a few years ago, wasn't being made to pleasure herself anymore. Deciding that she had already given herself enough pleasure, her robber had ordered her some time ago to reposition herself on all fours, something she had probably wanted to do for quite some time, so he could freely fuck her mouth, using her in the same way most of the other women there were being used.

That said, he had also now taken over the manual pleasuring of her pussy, with it now being his fingers instead of hers that were penetrating her wet snatch and making her moan. She honestly seemed to enjoy what he was doing, shaking so wildly that it seemed as if she had forgotten the position her body was in. Standing on all fours on a desk with her huge tits hanging in the wind.

He also seemed not to care much about all of that, enjoying the fact that the way his body had to be bent over for him to be able to finger her meant that his cock was shoved almost as deep in her throat as she could take, making this arrangement of theirs a pleasurable win-win situation.

Her colleague, on the other hand, hasn't been forced to change the physical position she was in at all. She was still there, sitting in her chair with her T-shirt off and her tits out, bobbing her head rhythmically as she did her best to pleasure the rapist who was holding her at gunpoint. As far as Jenny could tell, she seemed to be enjoying what was happening at least a bit, with her nipples quite obviously hard and the moves of her head seemingly synchronized with the man's moans.

"Where the fuck are you staring?!" Jenny's robber growled out angrily before pistol-whipping her across the face.

It wasn't a painfully powerful whipping, but it certainly wasn't a weak one either, and it almost made her climax on the spot.

"Sh-shorry," she blurted out, before going back to sucking him off with renewed vigor.

"You better be, bitch," he replied, his voice still growling, before moaning surprisingly softly after she sucked his cockhead. "I'm right here, and my cock is in your mouth. And that's the only thing you need to focus on. And don't forget to shake those jugs!"

She murmured affirmatively as she nodded her head, keeping eye contact with him all the while as she shook her tits and sucked his cock. Her pussy was overflowing as she circled her tongue around his blood-filled cockhead, enjoying the grimaces his face twisted into from the pleasure overwhelming his body, which were visible even through his ski mask.

"Oh yeah, fuck," he moaned, just after she stopped teasing him with her tongue and went back to simply sucking him, smiling internally at his reaction.

This time, she was determined to push him to his limits. That wasn't going to be a hard task. With him still holding the lower half of his cock in his hand, mainly to make sure that it would remain firmly in place and right in her mouth, instead of accidentally slipping out, and also so he could jerk himself off like he was used to, the only parts of it she could get to were the most sensitive ones. Whatever she did, he was sure to moan quite loudly. Nevertheless, this was a task she was determined to give her all to.

Teasing her hard nipples with her thumbs as she continued to shake and play with her tits for him, she made sure to get some pleasure for herself despite not being allowed to touch her pussy, moaning into his cock as and making the hard shaft vibrate as she did so. Starting to slowly bob her head as she lovingly sucked his prick, she moaned further, enjoying the nice, salty taste of his precum.

With her gaze fixed on his face, she was quite aware that she could take her eyes off of him at any time with absolutely no fear, as his expressions made it clear that he was paying her basically no attention at this point on his road to orgasm. She, however, didn't do so. It was quite obvious what was happening elsewhere in the room by the sounds alone.

"Oh God, oh yes, fuck yeah!" the short robber yelled out as he quite obviously came, his sucking and nibbling lips barely leaving Mrs. Campbell's hard, leaking nipples and the full tits they were attached to while he did so. "Milk it, take it all!" he added, causing Jenny to take the briefest of glances at the two of them, the sight of his erect cock exploding all over her face, chest, tits, and stomach not surprising her at all.

"Mmmm, yeah. You're such a good boy," she cooed, before scooping up one of the cumshots that had landed on her face and tasting it, the overwhelming arousal in her voice obvious.

Gabriela, for her part, didn't seem that enthusiastic about her situation, and even if she was, she would likely still be as overwhelmed by the two rapists focusing on her as she was now. In her particular case, Jenny was fully convinced that simply hearing the chaotic mix of wet sucking noises and the shouts of, "Yeah, take it you little blonde bitch, suck my fucking cock!" and its various variations, alternatively yelled by the two men depending on which one was lucky enough to monopolize the access to her oral cavity, were a much better way of knowing what was happening to the three of them, than watching it ever could.

Though, just like her other colleagues, it was clear that Gabriela was getting a good amount of titillating pleasure out of it as well.

Sybil's situation was not much different, though, inevitably given that she had to deal with just one rapist, it was much less chaotic. Despite that though, she resisted her situation not a bit less than her peer did. From the labored way she was breathing, which could be heard all over the room, it was clear that, although she perfectly understood that she had no other option but to do this, the anger at the fact that she could now use her well-trained body for nothing else than getting him, despite training and preparing so much and so hard specifically for situations like this, was still seeping through her veins.

As for how much she had pleased him by now, although he was quite clearly doing his best to mask it, most probably to keep his authority intact by making sure that his underlings didn't see him trembling in pleasure like an 18-year-old teen who was now enjoying his first blowjob, his breathing was just barely less heavy than hers, and it was completely obvious that he was about to come soon.

Given that Sybil was doing to him pretty much the same thing Jenny was doing to her own rapist, playing with her large, heavy tits for his pleasure and slowly, lovingly sucking his cock, Jenny quickly classified the two of them as being where she and her robber would be in a couple of minutes. Or, given the sounds the two of them were making, where the guy throat-fucking Jenny's look-alike bank teller, and said woman, were right now.

The situation hadn't changed much for the next couple of minutes, as a few other men had quite loudly emptied their balls just like their short friend did, and Jenny did her best to make sure that she also felt spurts of thick, salty cum flowing down her throat as soon as possible.

When she intensified what she was now doing, that being slowly bobbing her head and sucking intensely while letting her tongue rest, she heard exactly what she had expected. His soft, satisfied moans as his cock twitched a bit, though she could tell that he wasn't about to come yet.

That, however, wasn't the case with the robber throat-fucking the first bank teller, who was very much climaxing and made sure that everyone else in the bank could hear it, his loud moans and grunts completely silencing Jenny's robber's soft ones, despite the latter being right in front of her.

Somewhat surprisingly, but perhaps predictably, the moans of the robber forcing the bank teller's colleague to orally pleasure him quickly followed, as did him roughly pulling his cock out of her mouth just before he started cumming. Holding his bursting, throbbing cock in his hand, he aimed it straight at the slim brunette's opened mouth, with several spurts of thick cum quickly shooting right inside of it and fly down her throat, with even the most unfortunate droplets being caught by her sticked-out, long, soft tongue. The sight, which Jenny couldn't help but catch a glimpse of, seeing the brunette's tongue dancing teasingly around the engorged cockhead, cum dripping out from both her mouth and the erect organ, gave her an idea that her horny mind simply knew that she had to do.

And luckily for her, she wasn't the only one who got the idea.

Before she had even noticed what was happening, the cock in her mouth was nearly-violently pulled out, snapping her back to reality. Turning her gaze back at the face of the man in front of her, she saw him clearly smiling, if not flat-out grinning beneath his mask, as he held his blood-filled organ in front of her face, clearly expecting her to start doing what both of them knew she wanted to.

And so she did.

Grabbing it by the base, his hand having left it probably for the first time since all of this started, she started gently jerking it off. Then, she stuck out her tongue and slowly moved it to touch the cockhead, strengthening her grip on it all the while.

"Oh, damn, yeah," he moaned in surprise and pleasure. The feeling of her warm, small hand and even smaller fingers, contrasting with the sharpness and coldness of her rings and fake nails as they all pushed against the skin of his saliva-covered cock was a uniquely pleasant one, quickly making him regret not allowing her to use her hands for something else than shaking her tits before.

Determined, accelerating movements of her powerfully-gripped hand joined with even faster movements of her soft, wet tongue to get him off, and she immediately understood just how close he was to orgasm. Soon, he, just like his friends, would get what they were now staying here for, and this entire insane nightmare would end.