Thread: Violated! (Jack Stalker and QueenAnne)

Luke's eyes raped Keira hard when he saw her in her outfit, the sort of get up that would ensure that no man could avoid staring at her as long as he had a pulse and a cock. He allowed her to lead the way mainly to drink in the sight of her flesh, her legs running all the way up to the exposed swells of her ass cheeks in her tiny little nothing of a skirt. Outside he relished the feel of her hands and the heat from her body as she climbed onto the bike behind him. It was what he considered a proper motorbike, not one of the trashy racing models. He gave a glance over his shoulder as she settled in, then took off in a loud noisy roaring of man and machine. Once they had arrived he shrugged at her comment as he climbed off the bike and ditched the helmets on the handle bars. I couldn't care less what they think. Likely they'll think that your older and more cautious brother is keeping an eye on you to make sure that you don't get molested by some bastard on the way to wherever it is you're going. If only they knew the truth. he smirked. That no one you meet is going to want to fuck you more than me and no one is going to get the chances and opportunities that I will. he growled possessively. Checking his watch he could see that it was almost lunchtime. Convenient. What you think about going in doesn't matter Keira. You think you can wrap your legs around a man, burn him with the heat of your hands and your cunt all the way here, and then wait about outside? You must have gone crazy. Maybe fucking your own brother has twisted all your brain cells about. Besides, if I leave you out here, well, guys will be hollering at you all fucking day. he joked, leaning in to whisper into her ear before opening the door to head inside. The front of the garage reception area held a desk and seating area, while a view through to the rear showed a larger and more open garage, filled with work pits, tools, lifts and a couple of cars and bikes which were being worked on. The smell of oil and gas filled the building and seeped through to the reception area where a blonde girl was working on reading a magazine and chewing gum behind the desk. She looked up and delivered a crooked smile at them both, before looking back at her magazine just as Luke began to speak to her. Hey Emma. I'm here to show my sister a few things about my workplace. I'm going to send Jack and Frank out on a break, but I need you to cover the desk until they get back and make sure no one bothers me until lunch is over. You can take your break later at the usual time. he told her, speaking to a vacant stare and a lazy nod, followed by the pop of some bubblegum bursting between her lips. He then moved through and called out to his workers, pointing to the rear shutters while he informed them it was lunch time. This is my sister Keira, she's getting a tour before we head on elsewhere. Take a break fella's. No rush. he nodded. He got a kick out of having this place, paid for by his father and ticking over nicely. He enjoyed the physical work and would be damned before he ended up working behind a desk, not that having his own secretary to fuck wasn't appealing... as long as it was his sister of course. He took Keira by the hand and led her through, drawing down the exit shutters at the rear after the workers had cleared out, still in their overalls. From the inside of the garage only a small doorway could now be seen back into the front area, where Emma and the main reception desk were located. Luke paused to call out to her, raising his voice so that it would carry over the sounds blaring from a nearby radio which had been left on. Keep an eye on the front desk Em. Like I said. he hollered, before turning back to look at Keira. His gaze raked up her flesh, from her fuck me heels and narrow delicate ankles, all the way up past her exposed calves, knees and thighs, over her waist and tits and up to her face. He gave her a wicked looking grin and reached up over his head to grab onto a couple of chains which were hanging there. Do you know what I'm going to do now? he asked her with a leer. Give you a tour of the place? Or do you think I'm going to wrap these chains around your wrists and haul you up off of your feet, like you were a living engine block. he asked with a twisted grin. Haul you up, shove up your skirt and fuck you hard until your heels fall off. Of course that would be crazy. Those fuckers could come back early... or maybe Emma will pop back here for something if a customer comes in? Of course most of our traffic knows not to call around midday. he shrugged. Then again you could escape all that potential shame by just coming over here, climbing up onto the hood of this car, digging in your heels on the bumper, then frigging yourself off while I watch. he finished. What's it going to be Keira, we both know that you're a dirty little slut, which is going to get you off the hardest. he demanded in a cool, calm and collected tone.