Badass

by Gracia Ford

  I jump up. My legs are a bit shaken. Both women look like they want to pass out. Lust is practically lying on the chair with her legs sprawled out. Greed is lying on the floor gasping for air.

  Shit, it’s only been around twenty minutes. This is only round one. There’s so much more to do and so little time. By my count, they are required to climax at least two more times and more importantly, so am I. They better use their stamina and continue. I don’t stop and I don’t give second chances.

  I move away from them and take my gun. Darkness falls on them. Where I go, the spotlight goes. The sensor is based on my shoes alone.

  “Ladies, come here, quickly,” I command with the gun in my hand. “Or I’ll fucking shoot you. If you’re dead, you can’t continue. Three weeks of training....” The gun is filled with blanks, but it adds effect and hey, like I said, it goes with the suit.

  Before I can finish my sentence Greed’s by my side. I knew she would be. This woman wants me so badly I can smell it on her. She is licking her lips, ridding them of my cum. She’s excited; shit she has enough energy to make up for Lust.

  Lust slowly walks up to me on shaking legs. Hell yeah, baby. I did you good. I look at her with pride. I made her come harder than I bet she has ever done before in her life. Most women who sign up have some sort of sexual experience. Lust has little to none. She’s practically a virgin.

  I’m going to give her the biggest gift of all. She’s going to get sex in so many different ways she’ll never be the same. Shit, she’s lucky, but I’m even luckier.

  “Ladies, the time is ticking. Both of you need to stop my dick hanging out. Get my attention. Better still. Fucking arrest me.” My dick’s not even full length anymore.

  I grab Greed’s waist and rip off her top. She cries out. I put her in the spinning swing that hangs from the overhead beam. It has a swivel clip, so she can rotate in any direction with the padded support. She should be able to maneuver and not feel uncomfortable.

  I strap her up by her hands and then by her legs. She’s hanging above another wooden chair. Now it’s my turn to satisfy her. I use my hand to reach up as I sit down and get her moving. I know she loves it. I like her enthusiasm; it fuckin’ turns me on.

  “Decide what goes in my mouth,” I command as I watch her hang like a fucking rag doll. This swing’s a masterpiece. She can use her body weight to adjust how she’s hanging and change positions to determine which body part goes into my mouth.

  “Lust, arrest me,” I command as she finally staggers over, confused about her role. She looks up and gulps when she sees Greed suspended above me, while I sit losing patience with Lust. She looks at me, bewildered from her climax earlier. She needs to get on with it. She’s moving too slowly.

  “What are you waiting for?” My volume increases with every passing word until I’m basically shouting at her.

  She rushes behind me, avoiding Greed by ducking her head and then she puts the handcuffs on like a good little girl.

  I throw my head back and Greed pushes her tits forward until her nipple is in my mouth. I start to lick it, but only her hardened nipple. She tries to force her entire breast in my mouth.

  “Gentle, there’s no rush.”

  I stop for a minute to see what her pussy is doing and it´s fucking dripping and my cock gets harder in anticipation. To my surprise, while standing away from us, Lust is watching my dick. I let her watch. She’s not allowed to touch it. I like knowing she’s watching me lick the greedy little bitch. Shit, Greed is teasing me by constantly ducking down. She learnt how to use the suspenders first. I bet she´s done it before.

  I’m so fucking hard I need to fuck right now.

  “Fucking sit on me, Lust. Show me how much you want my cock. Don’t stop pumping up and down until I come.”

  She rushes to straddle me and aligns her pussy on top of my dick. She lowers herself on my dick until her pussy is consuming it, taking all of it.

  “No, I don’t want to see your face. Turn around.”

  Without question, she pouts, then gets up to slowly turn around.

  Good girl; she’s fucking hot.

  I turn the tables on Greed and push Lust forward a bit so she isn´t in the way and fucking me from an angle. I start to suck Greed´s nipples, one and then the other. God, they taste good. I start thinking about the edible undies she has on and I whisper, “Give me some pussy.”

  I’m not ready to climax yet. I’m going to go over to the heart of the room and screw them one at a time, in the one place that has all women crying in pleasure: the bench. I fuck them one at a time, one on top of another. Yep, they’ll have to wait for the grand master. That’s always when they’re begging for more. I have enough for everyone. No one has to worry about having to share.

  Lust sits on me just as I asked her to and I can feel her ass cheeks pressed against my thighs. Problem is, when I told her to turn around it wasn’t to fuck her in her pussy.

  “Wrong hole, Lust.”

  She hesitates as she realizes my request, but gets off my cock and aligns it at the back entrance, I point to the lube that was in my pocket, and she greedily grabs it and stares at it for a little while.

  “Give it to me.”

  She stuffs it in my hand and then I tell her to turn and bend over.

  I slowly ease it in and out. She winces at first, but the slower I do it the more she must get used to it, because she stops moving and starts purring instead, I stop and ease her to sit down on my lap. At first she screams as she takes it until it’s fucking buried all the way. I love screamers. Pleasure and pain, that’s my philosophy; they go hand in hand. I would never abuse a woman, but there’s something about hearing a woman scream when she´s relaxed and pushing her butt deeper into me, that lets me know that it is all pleasure.

  Lust is well trained. She’s pumping it good, up and down, just like I told her. No rocking and cheating, but following instructions and waving her head from side to side as she does it. I watch her, knowing she’s not the only one getting pleasure.

  Now it’s Greed’s turn. She drops her cunt in my mouth as I flip my head back and start to eat that thong. Damn, the flavor gets better every time. I know she’ll love it rough. I use my teeth to bite it. I use my tongue to lick it. I use my nose to nuzzle in it.

  She’s fucking loving it; suspended in the air and howling like a fucking wolf.

  These women are good.

  Two weeks ago they couldn’t have done this. I trained them, I named them, and now they’re going to give some guy pleasure when they leave here. Ultimate desire is what they’ll be capable of, and they had no idea what that meant till now.

  Greed’s pussy is like a fucking chocolate factory. The edible panties are melting and her cum is fucking dripping, adding the perfect amount of cream. That’s right, dripping out of her. She stops wrestling and looks like a ragdoll as she gives a final howl.

  Yep, she fucking made it!

  Now, back to Lust. She should have been using those fucking anal beads. They were given to her at boot camp and just before she came into the dungeon, lubricants and balls were given out by Tina to loosen the ass. She should be loosening up by now, since she’s had the time while I was getting Greed off.

  Sometimes I plan the night and other times I go with the flow. It depends on my mood and the ladies. Tonight was planned every inch of the way.

  “Shit, it’s—” screams Lust as she starts shaking all over again. They both need a little rest. The music paused three times and that means we’re nearly halfway through the night. My cum shoots up her spine.

  Damn, normally it’s so easy, but these two really have me wound tight tonight. I’m thinking they need a little rest before the big finale. I need them energized for the final round.

  “Get off me and uncuff me, I’m escaping.”

  Lust bends down and starts to take off her heels.

  “Did I tell you to take them off?”

  She shakes her head.

  “Look at me when
I’ m talking to you,” I command.

  She’s fucking tired. She spins around and I can see her whole body is drained. She’s soaking wet. Cum is dripping down her leg. Lust is all fucked up. I’m not done with her yet. She needs to sort herself out. I need to change the plan. “Move. We need to make our way to the bed. It’s in the corner along with towels and some wine.” I have to make sure they get in the mood. Well, I know Greed is, but Lust looks worn out. Her hair’s stuck to her face and the sexy vixen in the police outfit looks like she jumped out of the window. The tired, beat-up cop stands before me.

  She removes my handcuffs. I make my way over to Greed and hold her by the waist to help her down. She’s dog-tired too.

  What happened tonight?

  They’re fucked up and I am only halfway done.

  I take both of them to the bed with my hands around both of their waists. It’s a big four-poster bed in the corner, the chill-out spot. They can wipe up, have a bit of champagne, and then I’ll start over. They’ll probably sleep till tomorrow if I let them, but I won’t.

  Chapter Twelve

  There are no clocks allowed in here of any sort, including watches. Fucking requires attention, no distractions. Time exerts pressure to finish or causes disappointment in the time taken to come.

  “Finish already!”

  “Wow, we’ve been going on for how long?”

  These are the questions that come out when there’s access to time. There’s an alarm that sounds like a fire drill when the night is over and I’m out of there. Tina normally gives them a few minutes to themselves together before she helps them get the fuck out.

  I drop them on the bed and debate whether to stop the session now.

  Shit, Alex, you’ve gone soft.

  I take the champagne out of the ice bucket and pour a glass each, then command them to drink it. As they drink, they both start giggling, half-naked in heels. I allow them to remove their heels and they both look relieved, as if I’ve answered their prayers. We all start using the towels to freshen up a bit. Lust is laughing about how much she’s enjoying herself and can’t wait to continue.

  Wonders never cease.

  The more they drink, the more they’re excited, and they start to jump up on the bed like little kids. Only a few minutes ago they were tired, and now they appear to be back to their old selves; full of energy, ready to rock and roll.

  Lust asks for more champagne and begins to nibble on a few chips. I give them one glass each, only to relax, and make it clear it is the last one. Shit, the last thing I need is for them to be drunk. Drunken women can’t fuck worth a shit.

  I start to get aroused as I watch them drink the champagne. I rip off my pants and then lie on the bed naked from the waist up with my cock hanging out, in the middle, with my legs stretched out. They need to sort out the bottom half.

  They’re both kneeling next to me, ready for my command, but I change my mind. I don’t feel like moving to the bench. It’s Greed’s turn to be fucked. I move so my back is against the headboard, demanding her to come closer and she does, next to my dick. She gasps. It’s standing tall and at attention.

  They exchange looks when they see my cock jerking up and down. My ten inches are in full view, long and strong. My cock is a fucking beast and I know it. Not only is it long, but thick.

  They’re starting a power struggle, both wanting it to slide inside them. It’s not their decision, but mine. I want Lust on it again. I’ve wanted the sweet pussy that I sucked earlier to feel the pleasure of my dick. Hell no! I’m acting like I’m in a relationship and she’s my woman.

  “Greed, jump on it; back and forth only. Don’t use your imagination.”

  Shit, what’s Lust doing to me? I’m fucking Greed because I want Lust over and over again. The way she fucked me a few minutes ago had my dick begging for her to come back down. My cock wants pussy—her pussy. The tighter it is the better. It’s not going to fucking start getting particular now.

  Why am I yearning for her? I need to get over it and focus. Under no circumstances is it appropriate to make claims on a pussy.

  Greed rides me back and forth, screaming like a hooker in a brothel. I don’t even understand the words that are coming from her lips, so I stick my tongue down her throat. That’ll shut her up. Her nipples feel abrasive, rubbing against my chest. Lust is watching, licking her lips. The shy and sexy cop who once entered the room not knowing what she wanted, has now been fucked by Alex and tonight she’s all mine.

  Tonight only.

  I stick my fingers up her cunt. I scratch her walls, roughly, so she starts to yell. Usually, I use a couple of fingers, but this time I’m using three. I want her to feel pain. She’s making me want her and I don’t like it, not one fucking bit.

  I move my mouth away from Greed and I shove Lust forward with my fingers. I want to feel her ample tits bounce off my arm. I twist my fingers, scratching her, knowing it is hurting her. I don’t give a shit. When she feels my cock fill her she’ll forget all about the pain.

  Tomorrow morning she’ll ache knowing that I was in both her holes in more ways than one. I’ve given her both pleasure and pain with my dick, tongue, and my fucking fingers.

  I’m feeling something I never felt before and I don’t like it.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Yes, yes, yes,” Greed screams at the top of her lungs as she climaxes.

  “I’m not done yet, Greed. You need to fucking making me come,” I scream as I grab the back of Lust’s neck and pull my fingers from her cunt.

  Greed rises to the challenge willingly and carries on in a back-and-forth rhythm out of agony, tiredness, or something, because she’s quieter and her focus is on me this time, not all the other shit that was spilling out of her mouth before.

  Out of nowhere, Lust relaxes and the tables turn. She grabs my hand and sticks it back into her cunt. I withdraw my hand and grab the anal beads, which are stashed under the pillow. I lift her up a bit and stick the beads up her ass.

  She screams like Greed was earlier. While they were drinking the champagne I put the beads in the ice, then back under the pillow in case I felt like using them.

  They were ice cold.

  I smirk as I stick them in deeper, setting them up for the magic they bestow, ready to watch her come unglued. The more she rocks her hips, the deeper I push them.

  Greed’s tired. She’s trying to continue through her orgasm and it’s killing her.

  I don’t give a shit.

  “Pump me harder, Greed. This isn’t a sailing trip, it’s a bumpy car ride.” I grab her ass and push her down harder. She wails as the head of my cock slams against her cervix. I’m holding her straight, not giving her any room to adjust to my length. She’s in pain.

  Begging me to stop.

  Pleading to come again.

  I push Greed off my cock and to the side, standing. I carry them both over to the bench, one on each arm, like they are a pair of rag dolls. I lay Greed on the top bench and push Lust in the bottom one. They’re close, but not touching each other. All they’ll hear are each other’s screams as I move my cock from one to the other.

  Both are face down and yelling for more. The benches are steel so they are cold. I bend down and hold Greed’s ass as I thrust my cock in. She screams in agony, already worn out. I pump her hard, so hard I can see the scratches on her butt. I pull out to do the same to Lust.

  Every time one can feel my cock she screams louder and the other cries out in anticipation. I move from one to the other, hard and fast, but steadily increasing. I continue grabbing their asses and pumping each only once before moving on to the other.

  It is like Christmas fucking came early when I jerk inside Greed. I don’t have time to climax inside Lust. Greed gets it all.

  I stand shivering and in awe of my aggression when the alarm sounds. I have two minutes to get out of here before Tina enters. I make sure Tina never sees me naked. The cameras are turned off so no one sees what goes on in the dungeon. It’s
only for my pleasure. Out of the blue, Lust reaches out and touches my leg. I fucking hate it.

  No woman touches me.

  Two years, over a hundred women, and none have come close....

  Until now.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Tonight is the training session with two of the ladies from the camp. I don’t have the energy. I came home at two thirty in the morning and I slept till seven. That’s late. One thing for is for sure: I don’t sleep much. This time, I was tired, really tired.

  Tina sent me a text this morning as I arrived at the gym ready for another round in the dungeon. Last night she tried to wake Greed and Lust after I left, but they fell asleep on the bench and wouldn’t wake up.

  How the fuck do you sleep on a cold metal bench?

  She waited until six and then told them they had to leave before the gym opened. I told her to get some sleep, so she could take her time coming in today. Tonight we have the next session with two new ladies, so she’ll have another late night.

  I need to stop relying on her for everything. I’ve never trusted another woman after my mother left, but I trust Tina. I trust her with my life.

  “Hey, Carl,” I shout as he enters Tina’s office.

  It’s a secret that they’re together. Well, not to me. I’m not sure why they think no one knows. It’s kind of obvious, the way they both look at each other like they’re an item.

  “Yeah?” Carl asks and he pauses, surprised to see me in Tina’s chair. “How come you’re in Tina’s chair? Where’s she at?”

  This is why women love me. I’m unusual. My nose is a bit bent from the fights I used to get into as a kid. Having a horny dad and a mom who ran off didn’t go down too well on the playground.

  “At home, but then I thought you would know this.” He nervously scratches his head, fucking surprised that I knew they were together.

  Idiot.

  “Right. Later,” he says as he rushes out of the door.