Anything For Him (12 page)

‘She’s perfectly legal,’ Liuz grunted. ‘And more than willing.’

‘So you said.’

Someone grabbed my tits. Beefcake I presumed, for the thumbs that squeezed against my nipples were calloused and sharp and not as refined as Liuz’s.

I caught a gasp, more out of surprise than anything. In my black world I had no idea when anything was coming.

The fingers scuffed over my breasts, tweaking and pulling. My nipples hardened rapidly. I hated to admit it, but the immediate rough handling and the grittiness of Beefcake’s tone had my juices gushing again. He was appraising me, like goods in a store; was I something worth investing energy in?

I let out a low moan and arched my back for more stimulation.

‘Mmm, mmm,’ Beefcake murmured.

A stronger hit of smoke filled my lungs, as though it had just been blown in my face.

‘Horny little bitch, isn’t she?’ he said.

‘Oh, yeah, very.’

My heart was going like the clappers and my stomach clenched. I loved the way he was groping me. It made me feel like a real possession of Liuz’s.

‘What’s her name?’ Beefcake again.

‘I do not know. I just call her Dirty Bitch. She comes round whenever I tell her to and lets me screw her however I want.’

‘So you’ve fucked her asshole?’

‘Yes, of course.’

Beefcake pressed my right nipple in on itself. The sensation made me squirm.

He gave a gruff laugh. ‘OK, she has potential, but first we need to discuss business.’

There was a pause.

‘Oh, she will keep her mouth shut,’ Liuz said. ‘She won’t risk not coming here any more and getting what all dirty bitches need.’

How true a statement.

Again Beefcake laughed. ‘Good, but actually I have plans for her to keep her mouth open.’

He moved away and I heard one of them pull on a cigarette and blow out the smoke in a fast, tense way.

‘Over here, Dirty Bitch.’ Beefcake’s voice.

I moved to the edge of the bed. Liuz helped me stand by wrapping his hand around my upper arm and tugging. He then guided me across the room.

My knees were weak with excitement. I had no idea what was in store for me but I had a feeling it would be deliciously degrading. When I’d seen Beefcake in the warehouse he’d been vulgar and boorish, not the kind of man I would have looked twice at in the street. Liuz’s strong bony features and long, lean limbs were more my thing. But now, the thought of Beefcake doing what he pleased with me, in front of Liuz, made him just perfect.

‘On your knees,’ Beefcake instructed.

Liuz urged me down, but he didn’t need to. I dropped willingly, and as the carpet dug into my knees, Beefcake’s thighs spread around me, trapping me close against the shabby sofa.

‘What have you got to drink?’ Beefcake asked. ‘None of my watered-down poison. I want some real stuff to sup on while she sucks me off.’

Liuz let out a stiff laugh. ‘Absolutely. How about some JD. It is a new bottle.’

‘Let me see.’

There was a bang of a cupboard door, the clunk of glass and then movement at my side.

‘Yeah, that looks the real deal. Pour me a big one.’ He stroked over my hair, tugging slightly at the blindfold. ‘Now you can get my big one out, bitch.’

Heat thundered between my legs. I was going to suck his cock. Give a complete stranger a blowjob while he sat with Liuz, drinking whiskey and talking business. I was such trash, such lowlife; sucking cock was all I was good for.

Trembling with excitement, and whore sex the only thing I could think of, I reached for his dick. He’d already pulled his jeans down and all I had to do to reveal his erection was shove at his boxers.

He shifted his ass and pushed his clothing further away. A heated, raw scent drifted up to my nose. His spicy aftershave mixed with maleness and musk.

‘Get on with it,’ he barked when I took my time running my fingers up and down his meaty shaft. ‘I haven’t come here for a fucking massage.’

Quickly, I reared up. Fisted his shaft and aimed his glans at my mouth.

‘All of me, right to the back of your throat.’

I did as he asked and allowed his chunky, hot cap to slide over my tongue and palate to the very deepest part of my mouth, right to the point where my gag reflex was only a millimetre away. He tasted different to Liuz, heavier, more feral. There was a dangerous sharpness to him.

He tensed his thighs around me, squeezing my shoulders. ‘Thanks, Biros, cheers.’ There was a tinkle of glasses being touched then he slurped. ‘Keep going, bitch, keep going until I tell you to stop. Yeah, just like that.’

As the scent of cigarettes lessened, the sofa shifted slightly.

‘She is hot, yeah?’ Liuz asked, his voice now coming from my right side. ‘You like?’

‘Yeah, it’s OK for starters. But first we need to discuss some hot goods you’re supposed to have shifted for me.’ His voice was strained, but not so much that he didn’t sound in control.

‘You know I am sorry about that. But I made progress just an hour or so ago, another lead which, if sound, could have the whole pile shifted by this time next week.’

Beefcake replied but I barely listened. I was busy setting up a bobbing and sucking rhythm. Applying hot, wet, gliding pressure along the length of him with my tongue. I licked his glans when I reached the top, dipped into his slit and tongued his frenulum.

‘Ah, fuck, careful doing that.’ Pressure on my head, urging me back into my original rhythm. ‘You’ll have me blowing in your face.’

His words, his actions, and Liuz watching me give my best performance was one of the horniest moments of my life. My pussy buzzed like it was full of electricity. If I’d thought I would get away with it, I would have frigged myself off while I rode up and down on Beefcake’s dick. A few deft nudges and I would come. But I had a very strong feeling that wouldn’t be allowed.

This wasn’t about my pleasure.

I deepened my stroke, using my hands on the base of his shaft that my mouth couldn’t quite accommodate. I gave a long, hard suck ’n’-swirl right to the tip.

‘Oh, yeah, yeah, that’s it, do that again,’ Beefcake said, voice scratchy, breathy, like a gale over sandpaper. Control, it seemed, had gone.

‘Come on her tits,’ Liuz said. ‘Make her yours.’

‘Yeah, hold her for me, then. Get behind her and shove her tits together.’

Beefcake gripped my scalp, tugging my head up and down his shaft. My tongue was now coated in salty pre-cum and his shaft had thickened and hardened to the point that it felt un-fleshlike, more made of metal or granite. Only the slightly shifting skin at the base gave away the fact it belonged to a human.

‘Ah, ah, yeah – now!’ He shoved my head upwards, roughly, at the same time Liuz wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me standing.

I blindly flailed my arms for purchase, eventually gripping Liuz’s forearms as he mashed my breasts together and tipped me forward.

Beefcake grunted, groaned. The soft sound of friction filled my ears, and his panting breaths blasted onto my perspiring body.

Liuz was roaming his fingers over my taut nipples, plucking and pulling as he forced me lower, so I was bent over Beefcake, ready for him to come on.

‘Oh, fuck, yes, yes. I’m gonna shoot, argh –’

Beefcake’s jerking legs jostled me in Liuz’s arms as warm splatters hit my chest.

‘Ah, yeah,’ Beefcake moaned. ‘Fuck, yeah, really hot tits covered in my jizm.’

More warm cum landed on my breasts and in the hollow of my throat, immediately cooling and trickling. Liuz’s breaths blew hot and hard in my ear. His bare chest pressed up against my back made me feel loved and adored. I wished he’d kiss the side of my neck. I wished he’d throw me on the floor and fuck me stupid.

I knew he wouldn’t.

‘Ah, yeah, she’s got a good mouth,’ Beefcake panted.

Liuz tugged me backwards then released me, and I sank to the carpet.

‘Yeah, tell me about it.’

Beefcake grunted – it almost held humour.

‘You want another drink?’ Liuz asked.

‘Yeah, why the fuck not? This is my night off, after all.’

I heard the sound of pouring then Liuz was back next to me.

‘I’m gonna have this drink and then fuck her ass,’ Beefcake said.

A tremble of anticipation besieged me. My slit was already sopping and swollen, my asshole still scorched from Liuz’s invasion. The thought of Beefcake’s big dick tunnelling into me was both terrifying and deliriously sexy. Also the thought of Liuz watching me get fucked was such a turn-on. What would he do? Would he play with my clit, pull my breasts? Would he sit quiet in the corner and try to ignore another man fucking my ass?

‘Lie down, slut.’ Beefcake’s voice. ‘And keep still.’

I scrabbled to do as he’d asked. The cum on my chest was drying, pulling my flesh like glue as I stretched out on the concrete-hard floor.

‘I need to take a piss before I can get really hard again,’ Beefcake said. ‘And I think I’ll do it on her.’

My whole body tensed.

No, not that.

I craved sex, orgasms, fantasies fulfilled. Not filthy piss on me. That was never on my list of to-does.

I sensed Beefcake standing, coming closer, and I shifted away. The thought of his urine arcing towards me, splashing over my body, was too foul to contemplate.

Kilimanjaro.

I should just say it and get the fuck out of here. Let Liuz deal with the consequences of his fucked-up deals and his disobedient whore.

‘Ha, you don’t do this to your whore often, then,’ Beefcake grunted.

I pushed to sit up but his gritty boot landed on my chest and held me down. Disgust and fear raced through me.

Kilimanjaro.

But I couldn’t say it. The stop word was too powerful, too final. If I said it now everything would be over between Liuz and I. That was something too huge to instigate.

When he’d first told me we had a stop word I’d felt safe, like he’d handed me a key to get out if I needed to. But now it was the opposite. The stop word was no key, it was a lock and it was keeping me pinned to the floor and about to be pissed on by a garish brute.

I braced for the splash, the revolting impact.

‘No,’ Liuz said, from right above me. ‘No, use the bathroom.’

‘Fuck that, I want to see her steaming with my hot piss.’

‘No.’ Liuz’s voice was dangerously low. ‘I am not into that.’

‘Fuck off, I am.’

‘I do not want your stinking piss all over my carpet, so go and use the bathroom like every other fucking visitor.’

There was a long, tense moment. Hard silence stretched between them. It could go either way. I hoped Liuz hadn’t ruined it for himself. Beefcake had been told that I would do anything. That I was a shameless slut and could be used and abused and would enjoy every foul minute of it.

‘Yeah, ’cause it’s a really fancy carpet,’ Beefcake scoffed. The pressure on my chest lifted and I wriggled to the side. ‘But OK, where is it then?’

‘Through that door.’

Relief washed through me as his heavy footsteps thudded away.

‘Get her on the bed,’ he called. ‘I’ll be ready to go again in a few minutes. That blow job was just for starters.’

He didn’t shut the door, and as Liuz pulled me to my feet I could hear Beefcake’s stream hitting the toilet water. I wanted to hug Liuz, thank him for saving me from something he’d instinctively known was not part of my slut fantasies. He knew me so well, this man of mine. Cared for me even in the face of danger.

But I didn’t hug him or even speak. Instead, I allowed him to manoeuvre me onto the bed, on my hands and knees. I hung my head low, and blood rushed to my cheeks as my ass went high.

‘Ah, such a sweet, slutty ass,’ Liuz murmured. His hands were on me. Slippery hands slick with some kind of oil. ‘Let’s make sure you’re well lubed.’

My jaw went limp as he drove greased fingers into my puckered hole. The filling sensation made my pussy dissolve into a whirling mass of need.

I needed to be fucked.

The horror of moments ago evaporated. Now I just wanted cock in me. Anyone’s cock would do, the bigger, the harder, the better.

I was such a slut.

Liuz continued, stroking my inside walls and easing out the tension in my tight band.

‘I want to come,’ I whispered at the sheets.

Liuz leaned over me. I hadn’t thought he’d heard me, but he obviously had. ‘Come loud and hard,
Aniolku
, so that he thinks he is the best in the world at fucking ass.’

‘Yes, yes,’ I panted, part in response to his words and partly because of the way he was pumping his fingers in and out of my anus. The sting, the stretch, it was sublime and created a hotwire of bliss to my clit. My inner thighs were damp and hot and I could smell the hunger of my sex wafting around me.

‘Get outta my way.’

Liuz slipped his fingers from me. I whimpered and twitched my hips, searching for something to penetrate me.

‘Oh, she’s so fucking hot for it,’ Beefcake said, his words fast and tripping over themselves.

‘She is, she loves it up the ass; but here, go in wearing, fuck knows where else she has been,’ Liuz said. ‘Dirty fucking slut.’

His words were like an aphrodisiac. Yes, I was dirty, my fantasies were filthy. Not only that, I was, along with Liuz’s help, realising all the depraved, toxic acts I’d dreamed about.

‘Ah, yeah, the look of that puckered little hole has got me hard enough to hammer nails,’ Beefcake said admiringly.

‘Yeah, I have lubed it up for you.’

A long finger drove into me, sliding in easily because of the copious amounts of lube; Liuz’s, I thought.

‘It is good and tight,’ Liuz said. ‘I have not worn it out yet, not like some sluts, their assholes get overused, there is no fun left in them.’

‘Yeah, can’t fucking stand that. This one looks barely breached.’

I curled my toes and fisted the sheet, recording every detail of what was being said into my memory. They were talking about me like I was a piece of meat with a hole. Nothing more than orifices for them to fuck.

It was perfect.

The digit slipped from my ass, but no sooner had I registered its absence than an impossibly wide pressure was exerted.