by Celia Aaron
I dragged Jessica into the warehouse and pushed her ahead of me into a back room. It was smaller, likely having been previously used as a freezer. There was a drain in the concrete floor, naked bulbs surrounded by cages hanging from the low ceiling, and a metal table in the center.
I threw her bag just inside the door and guided her to the middle of the room. I pushed her onto the table and forced her to scoot back before I wedged my thighs between hers. Her skirt was drawn tight against her.
Her eyes grew wide, fear now apparent in their glint. I yanked her shirt open, not giving two shits about the fabric. Buttons popped off and rolled, most winding up in the grate beneath my feet. She shook under my hands. I smiled as I caught sight of her lacy bra, her stiff, pink nipples showing through. I smiled. She wanted it.
“You going to start without me?” Alexi strode in behind me and shut the door with a ponderous clang.
“Not a chance. I just wanted a look.”
“Go on then.” Alexi stood to her side.
When she realized who it was she started shaking her head and trying to free her wrists. The cuffs made a jangling sound against the metal table.
Alexi tsked. “Oh, dear, oh dear.” His dark eyes perused her body. “We must remove these cuffs from our guest. We don’t want her injured.”
He removed the cuffs’ keys from my belt as I held her thighs down with my hands. Not that it mattered, there was nowhere for her to go. Alexi was a large, dark-haired Russian. I was a cornfed country boy with blonde hair. Together, we were an immovable wall of muscle hellbent on only one thing — enjoying Jessica. She had no chance of escape, not until she was dripping with our cum, anyway.
He uncuffed her and then gripped the hem of her shirt before wrenching it off her in a smooth movement. He pulled out a blade from his pocket and cut through the front of her bra. Her breasts sprang free, the tips hard and upturned. Every shiver that went through her body made them quake. Every quake went right to my cock, making it leak into my shorts.
She raised a hand to strike me. I caught it easily. “Listen, little bitch. If you hit me, I can hit ten times harder, understand? I don’t want to hurt you.” I thought for a moment as Alexi laughed. “Well, we are going to hurt you. We’re going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to think, much less able to write your little stories. But I don’t want to hit you, unless you want me to. Unless you make me.”
She was still gagged, but she seemed to melt in front of me. She must have realized there was zero chance of her getting out of this without first giving us what we wanted.
Alexi pocketed the knife. “I’m done toying with her. I want my cock inside her.”
I couldn’t have agreed more. I shucked what was left of her bra off her and pushed her back on the table. Alexi grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head. Her heels fell off, clattering to the floor beneath. I kicked them away. I grabbed the top of her skirt and yanked. The back ripped down the center seam and the fabric came away easily. She wore white panties just like the ones I’d shoved into her mouth. I pulled them off, enjoying the sight of the red curls I’d seen so many times on video.
Alexi had already freed his cock, stroking it as he watched me strip her. He reached over and removed her gag.
“I want to hear you scream for me, bitch.”
She obliged, her cries for help echoing through the room but going no further. God, her screams made my cock jump to attention, straining toward the tight sweetness that I was spreading open with my palms against her pale thighs.
“Please don’t. I promise I won’t write any more stories about you. I swear it. Please, Mr. Karasov, please!”
“I like it when you call me that. Do it again.”
“Please, Mr. Karasov. I’ll never write another word. I swear.”
Alexi smiled down into her face. “Too late for that, little Jessica. My friend Jackson and I are going to teach you a lesson. Understand? We do everything together. Shake down drug dealers, enforce my brand of discipline, and fuck cunts like you. Isn’t that right Jackson?”
“Guilty on all counts. But I have to say, her sweet pussy.” I put my face right in front of it and inhaled. “Is probably my favorite thing of all that we’re going to do together.”
“Get her ready for me. I want to bury myself in her.” Alexi ordered.
I didn’t hesitate, just settled my face in her cunt, licking at her sweet cream. I wanted her taste all over my five o’clock shadow. She froze beneath me and then tried to wriggle away. When I seized on her clit and sucked she whimpered.
“That’s right, bitch. Let Jackson work you.” Alexi said and continued to stroke himself. When she whimpered again, he said, “Her sounds are going to make me come all over my fucking hand.”
I stabbed my tongue inside and felt her walls contract around me. I pushed her thighs farther apart, no doubt leaving bruises where my fingertips hit her. I could tell she was fighting the pleasure, but I wasn’t going to give her anywhere to run from it. My cock ached with the need to fill her, but I wanted to hear her scream first.
Alexi bent over and feasted on her tits. She moaned like a whore so loudly that I unfastened my pants with one hand and finally began stroking my aching shaft. The tip was already weeping, demanding entry where my mouth was.
I went to work on her clit, lashing it with my tongue harder and faster until her hips bucked off the table.
“Please stop. Please don’t make me. Please!” she cried to the ceiling.
I doubled my efforts and sank two fingers into her wet snatch. She was soaked. She wanted this. No matter how much she was fighting it, her body didn’t lie. When I slipped my pinky finger inside her tight asshole, her pussy clenched and she screamed out as she came. Her walls tightened around my fingers, crushing them like she’d soon be doing to my cock. I licked at all her cream, lapping it up as she settled back down.
“I can’t take anymore. I need to be inside this hot cunt right now,” Alexi said.
Chapter Three
Alexi
I let her hands loose and prowled around her where she lay on the table. She watched me with those huge, seemingly innocent eyes. After I was done, there would be no innocence left. Jackson and I were going to take every last drop.
“I can’t wait any longer. Jackson, fuck her mouth. I’m getting first hit on her pussy.”
Jackson dropped his pants all the way and crawled up over her. She tried to roll away from him, but it was useless. He was too big, pinning her beneath his large thighs. He settled above her chest, his long, thick cock hovering in front of her mouth. She reached up to push him away.
He grabbed both hands and wrenched them above her, pinning them again and putting his cock even more front and center. “You’re going to take it all. No teeth, or you’ll regret it.”
I didn’t have any access issues to deal with. Her legs were spread wide before me. I slid inside so easy, she was already fucking drenched with her own cream.
“Fuck, she wants it so bad.”
I began pumping, my hips, pistoning back and forth into her tight, wet snatch. I couldn’t see her face, but I could hear wet, sloppy sounds. Jackson’s ass flexed and released, flexed and released as he plunged into her mouth. I bet her tongue was like silk against him.
I couldn’t focus on what Jackson was doing because the view of my hard cock shoving into her pink, wet pussy was enough to make me shoot my load. I picked up my pace, no longer bringing the tip almost all the way out. I pounded her, making her body shake. The smacking sound of skin on skin filled the small chamber as I put it to her hard, the way she deserved.
I reached down and thumbed her clit. Her hips answered, rolling up to meet my stroke before settling back down. I fucked her harder, demanding that she give in and admit she liked every bit of this. I thumbed her clit as I plunged in and out. She was tightening with me inside, clamping down on my cock like a smooth vise.
“I think this bitch is going to come for me.”
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��Good. Because I’m about to come down her throat. Bitch has been deep-throating me. You should see her face. She’s fucking loving it.”
I licked her wetness off my thumb and went back to her sweet nub, stroking her until her hips had no choice but to react and ride on my cock. With my other hand, I reached around and spread her ass cheeks. Her hole was already wet, either from Jackson’s mouth or her own sweet juice. I didn’t care which. I sank my finger inside her, letting her pull it deeper as I worked her clit.
Her body jerked with each impact and I felt her constricting around me. She was about to come. I wanted to last through it and keep thrusting deeper and deeper, but her grip on my cock was too much. I came with a yell, spurting hot jets of cum deep inside her pussy. Jackson heard me and his ass stopped its motion as he came down her throat. He groaned to the ceiling as he gave one final thrust.
“Shit, she just swallowed all of me,” he said and climbed off.
His dick was already getting its second wind. Mine was too, coming back to life at the view laid out before us. Jessica took in gulps of air, her pussy glistening wet and a thin line of cum trailing down her chin.
“I have to get some of that mouth before we’re done here.”
“I want her tight ass,” Jackson said as we switched positions. “Turn her over.”
We lifted her and flipped her onto her belly. Jackson pulled her sideways, so her face and ass were both hanging off opposite ends of the table.
She looked up at me.
“Please,” she whispered.
I gripped her hair. “Please come in your mouth? Will do. Now open up, Jessica. Maybe you can write about all this in your next little exposé. Now that would be worth reading.”
She opened her mouth, her pink tongue ready to receive me.
“Fuck, her ass is ready.” Jackson nudged his cock into her as I put mine in her mouth.
“Fuck,” I said and gripped both sides of her head. “Her mouth is hot as fire.”
Jackson groaned and sank into her. She moaned low in her throat.
“Hear that?” Jackson asked.
“Sure did.” I grabbed her hands and pressed them on my ass. I pushed my head to the back of her throat and deeper. Jackson hadn’t been kidding about her abilities.
“She loves it.” He began pushing into her, which sent my cock deeper down her throat in a steady rhythm.
Jackson put both hands on her hips, leveraging himself into her as far as he could go. “I may as well give her something since she’s been so very cooperative.” Jackson licked his fingers and reached under her, stroking her as he fucked her tight little ass.
She moaned around my cock again and I took the opportunity to fuck her mouth just as hard as I’d done her pussy. Her tongue laved along the bottom of my shaft as I gave her every inch I had. She took it. Her blue eyes never left mine. Fuck, the look on her face was going to make me spend before we’d even gotten started.
I gave several short strokes, letting her silky tongue hit my head. I knew I was leaking pre-cum. She swallowed it all even as I surged further into her. Those eyes never left me. I felt her nails digging into me, pushing me into her mouth harder and harder.
I slowed my pace and let Jackson take over. His strong, steady strokes, the sound of his skin on hers, and the slurps she made sucking me was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever heard in my life.
“If you don’t ease off, I’m going to come again,” I said.
“I can’t stop. Her ass is too tight.” Jackson pumped faster.
She swallowed my head, lodging it inside her. My balls drew up tight against me, ready to spill. I gave one more final push, hitting the sweet spot in her throat before letting go and spurting inside her. I doused her with cum, letting it flow down her throat as I shouted. Jackson bounced off her ass a few more times and came with a loud bark, filling her ass just as I’d filled her pussy and her mouth.
I withdrew from her and let her head hang down. I zipped up. Jackson pulled out, too, before pulling his pants back up. She lay where we’d left her.
“What are you going to do with her now?” I asked, still perusing her body. I already wanted more.
Jackson rubbed a hand over his blonde stubble. “I was going to take her to lockup, but after that little performance she just gave, I have half a mind to keep her a while longer.”
“I’m with you. I’ll be hearing her sounds in my head for days.”
“Either way, she won’t be writing another word about you.”
A sound came from her, something altogether out of place in this situation. She was laughing.
“You’re going to pay me a fuck ton of money, is what you’re going to do.” Jessica stood and stretched leisurely, as if she’d just been awakened from a sweet nap.
Chapter Four
Jessica
What men didn’t understand, and what these two definitely didn’t, was that I liked it rough. Loved it, in fact. After all the times I'd masturbated to thoughts of these two, imagined their cocks embedded deep inside me, I didn’t think the real thing could be any better. I was wrong. I almost hated to drop the bomb on them about the blackmail. Almost.
I’d known about their little arrangement for months. Did they think they were the only ones who knew how to plant bugs and other listening devices? I’d anticipated their “trap” since the moment they set it in motion.
I turned toward the door, where my purse lay. “You see that bag over there, boys?”
Alexi approached me and gripped my hair hard. His eyes flickered down to my mouth. He still wanted me. “What of it?”
“It’s recorded the entirety of these goings on, including your confessions of working together in multiple criminal enterprises.”
Jackson made a move toward it.
I made a tsk noise and pulled against Alexi’s grip to lick his lips. He growled at me.
“Silly boys. Destroying it won’t help. It’s already been digitally uploaded to a server somewhere far, far away. And if you don’t release me, it’ll go to my editor first thing in the morning.”
Jackson dug through my bag and found the recorder along with the cell phone attached to it. He slammed them against the wall, shattering the tech to bits.
“Y-you set us up?” Alexi’s voice quaked with anger.
I smiled. “Oh, look who isn’t as stupid as he seems.” I grazed his lips again with my tongue.
“Print is dying, boys.” I slid back onto the table, Alexi’s grip falling from my hair as he realized how well I had him trapped. “I couldn’t be a starving journalist forever. I have much greater ambitions. And an infusion of your cash, Alexi, is just what I need to get started. I know every cent you’ve ever stolen. My stories about you haven’t even scratched the surface. You know that. This way, you’re safe, I’m out of your hair, and I have exactly what I want.”
Alexi crossed his arms over his broad chest. “How much?”
I crossed my legs. His eyes went to my pussy. It was still wet, still wanting.
“$25 million, wired to my account.”
Alexi laughed. “Impossible.”
I pouted. “Entirely possible, and far less than a tenth of your net worth. I could have asked for more, you know. Raping poor innocent me on video and admitting to working with the police to commit your crimes? I should raise my demand just to be a bitch.”
Jackson and Alexi exchanged a look.
“But.” I stroked down Alexi’s front, feeling his muscles bunch beneath his shirt. “Money isn’t all I’m after.”
“More, Jessica?” A fire lit in his eyes.
“More. I expect both of you to be at my house one week from tonight. I’ll leave town after that. But before I go, I want another taste.” I looked at Jackson over my shoulder. “Of both of you.”
I turned back to Alexi and saw his cock bulging in his pants. I wanted another taste of it right then and there, but I had to wait. This deal needed to be done, the money had to be transferred, and then I could indulge in
my fantasies one more time before I left the country.
“Now give me your shirt, Mr. Karasov. I need to get home and clean up before I go to bed and masturbate thinking about the two of you.”
Alexi’s dark eyes opened wider.
“Watch the video if you don’t believe me. I know you have my house wired. Shirt.” I held my hand out.
He obeyed, yanking his black t-shirt over his head and giving it me. “Good boy. Now, Jackson, drive me back to my car.”
Chapter Five
Alexi
I was obsessed before. Now, Jessica was all I could think about. I’d wired the money to her account and then began counting the days until Jackson and I were supposed to show up at her house.
I watched her on the live feeds. She spoke to us, now, telling us what we were doing to her as she touched herself. She moaned my name, Jackson’s name. She teased us every day, every night. I’d fucked her in my mind every which way possible as I stroked myself. Just hearing her cries and remembering how she’d played us that night at the warehouse set me on fire.
When the time came to show up at her house, I was ready to explode, to give her every bit of what she deserved and have her screaming my name.
Jackson rang the doorbell. I looked around. Jessica lived in a small cottage on the outskirts of town. Her neighbors were a good enough distance away that I didn’t worry about being seen. It wouldn’t have stopped me anyway. I’d lost sleep thinking about filling her with my cock. Nothing could have kept me from her.
She came to the door wearing nothing. She’d waxed her pussy. It was totally bare, the red curls gone. My cock roared to life even more in my pants. Her nipples were hard, pink pearls atop her alabaster tits. I wanted to fuck them and lash them with my cum.
“Come on in, boys.” She stepped back and walked off toward the back of the house. Her hips swayed; her lush ass begging to be fucked.
