by Mia Moore
Hands under my hips, lifting my ass, pushing the dress from my hips, leaving me only in the garter belt and stockings. Mike wouldn’t let me wear panties. Someone pulls my hand urging me to my feet. I readjust my mask, secure it over my face
My other hand is grasped, arms pulled wide as two other people appear before me, bend to take my ankles in their hands and lift me off my feet. Oh God, the crowd separates and a leather bed is rolled onto the floor. It’s about three feet high and they lift me onto it. My hands and ankles are held firmly by four naked men in gargoyle masks. I’m laid out on the bed, an offering on some kind of alter; people begin to caress my body. Hands cover my breasts, pull at the nipples, graze the inside of my thighs, soft as kisses. Wow! Is this some kind of initiation?
Mike appears at the foot of the bed, naked except for the mask. He steps towards me, his cock at exactly the right height to enter me. Fingers spread my pussy, slide across my clit and his cock drives deep inside. The cheeks of my ass resting on the edge of the bed are pulled apart and something cold slowly fills my ass. The pressure eases and then increases like my anal probe.
Oh fuck, this is so fucking erotic to be groped, caressed and completely filled. My wrists are released and my hands placed around cocks lubricated with a slippery gel.
Mike pumps hard into me and withdraws slowly, leaves my cunt empty…But not for long. The tallest of the Gargoyle’s takes his place, holds his cock in his hand aiming it at my opening. Oh Jesus, he thrusts so hard he almost tears me apart. The finger on my clit is replaced by a woman’s mouth, tongue flicking quickly across the surface.
Oh God, there’s a line-up of men holding their cocks in their hands, slowly massaging themselves, waiting to fuck my cunt.
Mike’s is near my head, bends to whisper in my ear. “Squeeze that cock, milk the cum out of it or everything stops.” I gasp and clench every muscle in my body. The first orgasm hits me like a wall, hard and fast…fast like the guy who pumps into me like a jackhammer…he jerks hard into me shooting cum deep into my belly…again…and again.
My cunt oozes his jism and I’m not surprised to see that the next guy, medium height and stocky wears a condom. His cock is thick and shorter and he jerks his cock in small strokes, stretches and pulls me apart.
Mike stands above me, his fingers squeezing my nipple, hard, now signaling a silent command. Once more I tighten my muscle on the cock inside me, feel the pleasurable hurt…another orgasm shoots through me. Oh my God, there’re still five men waiting to fuck me! I’ve died and gone to heaven, seeing the lust in their eyes, their pleasure in watching my naked body. I glance at the men on both sides of me, their hard slippery cocks in my hands, jerking them off…the masks and naked bodies of people lining the bed, gorging themselves on my flesh.
I love this. Behind the mask, I’m free to be a total slut…adored and adoring the cocks that fuck me. Mike’s face is once more beside me, whispering in my ear. “I’m so proud to be with you tonight. I…”
My heart stops…
“…love you.”
Chapter 26
The next morning, we lay in a tangled heap, our bodies totally satiated from the evening of decadence. Sarge jumps onto the bed, meowing impatience with her lazy humans. I pull her onto my chest and scratch behind her ear. Where is the other one, the orange kitten? I turn to Mike, only to find that he’s still asleep with a kitten nestled against his chin.
He said he loved me last night. It’s out there, the words still unanswered, hanging like the door of a refrigerator left open for things to spoil. Something’s got to be said or done. And it’s up to me. I watch him sleep…peace and contentment soften his features and there’s only beauty. The scars are there but they aren’t the first thing I notice anymore. If anything they’re a testament to his strength.
Oh God, I want so much to tell him how I feel, but my path is chosen. I made a promise to myself after the Breton pig destroyed my life and I’m going to keep it. Despite what Dr. Anderson advised, to let go of the anger and hurt, embrace my new life, I can’t.
Maybe if things were different… He’s a good guy, but the need for revenge sits like a burning ember in my gut and the time is growing near.
“Tara? Are you okay? Last night…I thought you had a good time.” Mike puts the kitten down and snuggles his face into my neck, holds me in his arms.
I cling to him, wish that this moment could last forever, the two of us alone, safe and warm. He cups my cheek in his hand and urges my head up to look into my eyes. “Hey… about what I said to you last night… I didn’t mean to pressure you.”
Oh God. Tears well in my eyes, my chin quivers as my heart tears to pieces. Part of me aches to kiss him and tell him how much he means to me—the first time I’ve felt anything close to happiness in years, all because of him and our crazy attraction. But he could be hurt, really hurt if my plan back fires. Better to keep our relationship in the sexual realm, friends with benefits.
I take a deep breath, compose myself. “No pressure. Look, last night was great and I think you may have got carried away in the moment. God knows I sure did. I loved everybody around me—literally.”
His face changes, eyes and the set of his mouth guarded. “Yeah you’re right. Are you going to feed Sarge and make the coffee or do I have to? Remember…it was a great night and I arranged it.” He smiles and slaps my ass.
Sarge pops down and I pull the covers back, manage to stand up. “Which is exactly why YOU should be doing this. I can hardly walk straight I was fucked so much.” I wander into the kitchen and take the cat chow from the cupboard, pour it into a bowl and start the coffee.
These simple things keep me from thinking of what could have been, who is lying in the next room.
I look up when he enters, leans against the door frame. “You know…the masks give us a ton of opportunities. The really beautiful thing about it…in a big city like this, no one will blink an eye when we wear them. We could be actors doing a film or some sort of theatre prank.”
“I’m all for going to that club again. You really nailed it…and me and about five other women.” I giggle and step into him, stroking his cock with my hand. Oh God, he’s getting hard once more. Yummy.
“It’s a bit sore this morning.” His fingers tweak my nipples, sending a thrill to my pussy.
“Poor baby. Let me fix.” I slide down his body and kneel before him, lick the length of him softly.
His fingers thread through my hair, his face looking down at me, voice soft. “Have you ever heard the term dogging?”
I shake my head and take his cock into my mouth.
“It’s sex in public places--either watching or doing it. There’re lots of people on-line who are into it, like us. You connect, arrange a place and time and voila, everyone gets their cookies. ”
His cock becomes harder as he speaks, his fingers on my head urging my mouth to take more, faster. In my head, I’m already there, sucking and bobbing on his cock with a crowd watching. I hold his cock in one hand, next to my mouth while my other hand slides between my legs, fingering my clit.
Oh Jesus, it’s hot. Almost as hot as last night.
He pulls me up and spins me around. His fists are in my hair when he bends me over. I cry out when his cock enters my ass. It tears me in half, burning into my depths. “Play with your clit. They’re watching and you’d better make it good.”
Oh fuck…he’s in my head, my body, knows me to my core—what turns me on…I rub my clit like my life depends on it…his cock in me hurts so good…so hot and full…
I rock back into him, meet each hard thrust, moan with pleasure at the pain and fullness in my ass and pussy. He hisses and arches forward, pummeling his meat into me…”Oh fuck Tara…Come for me…Show me!”
Waves of hot lust spread from my clit to my ass…people watching, masturbating…OH FUCK! A thunderhead, blasting lightning flows through me, my legs tremble, ass locks onto his cock.
“That’s it…yeah…yeah…” He stretches
me wider still, spurting into me, grinding his pelvis against my ass.
His hands grip my hips, holding me up, lift me away from his cock, sweep me into his arms…carrying me like a child to his bed. He sets me down and stands, the smile on his face telling me how pleased he is.
“I’ll get the coffee and the laptop. I think we’re going to spend the day in bed surfing.”
***
We walk along the trail in Belle Park. It’s almost midnight. The air is cool on my bare legs, drifting under the trench coat to my pussy with each step. Mike holds my hand as we search for the area outlined on the internet--a popular ‘dogging’ spot.
We’re silent, each of us lost in our thoughts. We’d spent the day in bed, reading the real life accounts of people involved in this, getting more and more turned on. The light of a lamp post about twenty feet ahead shows a bend in the pathway. Behind that, tall imposing trees and bushes cast shadow into the area we’re about to enter. Mike squeezes my hand and walks faster.
A lone figure, a man, sits on a bench, and looks up as we approach. Like me, he’s in an overcoat but his legs are covered by dark pants. He rises to his feet and extends his hand, offering the bench to us, walks a few feet away from it and watches, smiling. He’s younger than I would have anticipated from his profile on line—in his mid twenties, about my height and slender. If I’d had any second thoughts about the danger of meeting a stranger in the park, his appearance reassures me. Mike is bigger and can take care of us.
We take a seat and Mike loosens the belt of my coat, un-does the buttons and pulls it open. It’s the only clothing I’m wearing. Oh God, my nipples are hard and there’s a delicious cold sensation in my damp furrow when I spread my legs. Mike’s hand is on my pussy, dipping his fingers into my opening, massaging my clit and I moan. The young stranger steps closer to stand in front of me, watches Mike masturbate me.
I stare into the guy’s eyes, see the front flaps of his coat hanging loose as he pulls his cock from his pants. He strokes himself, now openly staring at my pussy. Oh God, being out here, the air cool on my skin, exposed, knowing that anyone can show up at any time to see us, sends a thrill to my clit. It’s a short quick orgasm that floods through my cunt, leaves me gasping, wanting more. My lips part and I roll my tongue over them staring at the guy’s cock, knowing he wants to fuck me.
I turn and my hand reaches for the zipper of Mike’s pants, tears at the fabric to free his turgid shaft. Bending at the waist, resting my hip on to bench, legs parted to display my cunt, I take Mike’s cock in my mouth, sucking and bobbing my head on it.
Mike is breathing fast and my heart thuds in my chest as I suck him. It’s important that I give it my all, knowing that the stranger watches, that he’s picturing my mouth on his cock. I take Mike deep into my mouth and throat, hear him moan…
His fingers are in me, fucking me fast, as turned on by the stranger’s presence as I am.
Oh fuck! At the soft warmth on my clit, I turn my head to look. The stranger is kneeling on the ground, bent forward, his tongue extended, licking my clit. Mike holds my knee in his hand, pulling it wider, offering my cunt to this man’s mouth and hands.
Mike’s hips jerk up, pumping his cock into my mouth, hands pressing my head down onto him. He’s close to orgasm. In my cunt, the lust builds, teeters on the edge of release. The stranger puts his fingers inside me, slurps loudly, groaning his pleasure…
Mike’s cock swells and I lift my face from him, stroke him quickly, close my eyes as his cock spurts onto my lips and cheeks. Oh FUCK! My cunt contracts on the guy’s hand...his tongue burrs on my clit sending waves of lust…decadent, dirty lust through my cunt.
I push him off with my hand when it becomes too much and turn to look down at him. His face is wet-- wet from the pleasure he’s put in my pussy. He smiles and gets to his feet. A drizzle of cum falls from his cock and he turns, walks away.
I turn to Mike and kiss him. We stay there for a few more minutes, stroking each other’s backs, cuddle softly in the cool night air. There’s a rustle in the bushes to the right of us and another man, older, emerges. He lifts his forefingers to his head and nods to us, smiling as he walks away.
“Looks like we had a bigger audience than we thought.” Mike rises and fits his now limp cock into his pants, extends his hand to help me up.
I stand and button my coat. “Wish I’d known.” I smile up at him. “That was fucking hot.”
“YOU’RE fucking hot. God Tara, I never thought I’d ever meet anyone again. And to have a woman as beautiful and crazy like me, as you are—“
“Stop. This is fun and we’re friends…but that’s all it is. Friends with benefits.” Looking up, I see the flash of hurt in his eyes before the muscle in his jaw works. If only, the hearing was over…
“No problem.” He starts walking away and I have to run to catch up.
Chapter 27
I can’t believe they’re buying this shit! I sit at the hearing and listen to Carl Breton answer the questions of the panel. He’s found Jesus, is soooo sorry for the pain and suffering he caused me. The look on the face of the middle aged woman, listening, nodding and making the odd jot note is sympathetic. And the two men flanking her appear to be buying it as well from the tilt of their head and nods. Bobbleheads.
When the prison official makes a statement, tells them about Breton’s contribution over the past year in the facility’s adult literacy program, his attendance at church services, model prisoner yadda, yadda, Breton looks humble.
“Tara Armstrong. Do you have anything to contribute to help us in coming to a decision regarding Carl Breton’s eligibility for parole?” It’s the elderly guy, with the blue, watery eyes asking.
I stand and clear my throat. “I was awarded a settlement in a civil suit to compensate for the loss of income as a model. It was generous.” I look at the floor and pause for a few beats. “It enabled me to embark on a new career which is going well. I feel that given Mr. Breton’s rehabilitation, there would be nothing gained in maintaining his incarceration.”
It’s a good thing I’ve practiced saying this because the words would choke me if I hadn’t.
“Thank you, Miss Armstrong.”
***
Three days later, the phone rings with the call I’ve been sitting on pins and needles, waiting for. The District Attorney’s office informs me that Breton was released this morning on parole. When I hang up, I walk into the bedroom and drag a chair to the spot under the smoke detector. Reaching up, I pull the white plastic cover off, along with the surveillance camera. Next, the camera above the window.
There’s only one thing left to do, break my involvement with Mike. I don’t want him watching me handling the gun, listening to my phone calls to set this up. He’d either try to stop me or worse yet he’d want to help me. This is my problem and if things go south, it’s on me.
I throw my bathrobe on and leave the apartment, trudge down the stairs to the basement. My breath hitches in my throat when I see him swabbing the hallway floor.
“Hey. What’s up? Shouldn’t you be writing? Or did you miss me and…” He stops and the smile leaves his lips. “Tara?”
“I need a break. We’ve been seeing too much of each other. Just a week or so maybe, but I need my privacy back.” I hold the two tiny audio/video cams out to him. “Here.”
He steps closer, his eyes wide, shaking his head reaching for my shoulder. “No Tara. Don’t do this.”
My mouth drops and I peer into his face. Does he know what I’ve got planned? How much had I revealed, talking on the phone? Even the trip to the hearing when I almost never leave the building…well, except for dogging with him.
“We get along well, you know that. If I’m putting pressure for more, I’ll back off. We need each other. No, I mean, I like spending time with you…It’s not just the sex either.” His hand squeezes my shoulder.
“I don’t need you. I don’t need anyone. It’s just sex, that’s all. I’m thinking of going ba
ck home anyway. I just need some time to myself, okay?” I take his hand and put the cameras in them before I turn to walk away.
“Promise me you won’t do anything stupid…like move away without talking to me first, okay? I’ll give you some time but I need to see you again. It may be just sex to you but it’s more than that. If you were honest with yourself you’d see it too. We have a chance at a life together, Tara.” His words drift through the door as I reach the stairs.
Oh God, please let me get through this. Mike is right. There is more to this but he can’t know. Not yet. Maybe never. I swallow the lump that constricts my throat and take a deep breath. One deep breath out. Two, deep breath in.
Chapter 28
I sit in the darkest corner of the restaurant waiting for Breton to appear. The hangnail on my finger, where I’ve picked and peeled the skin stings but still my fingers probe it, shielded under the table. Will he even show up? When I spoke to him on the phone, he sounded eager to meet with me. In my purse is yesterday’s newspaper article, an interview with the NY Times on rehabilitation for criminal offenders. Breton is the model subject, continuing his work in Adult literacy, donating money and time but the coup de grâce was the contrition he expressed for me, wanting to double the money in the settlement.
It wasn’t hard to find him, make the call and arrange this meeting.
Oh God, there he is. His dark hair is almost a military cut and wearing a suit and tie, he’s dressed like he’s going on a date. Well he is…with destiny. I force a small smile to my face and watch him approach the table, see his head bowed, mouth pulled to the side, eyebrows scrunched above dark eyes—yeah the total look of concern.
