Darkest Sin

by Ashton Blackthorne

  Lena slipped beneath us. Her tongue snaked upward to lap Sasha’s pussy as I fucked her. Sasha squealed with pleasure as Lena sucked her clit.

  “Come on her tits,” she directed.

  As I continued to pound Sasha from behind, Lena kept her mouth firmly on Sasha’s sweet pussy.

  My climax thundered down upon me. Quickly, I pulled out and drenching Sasha’s tits.

  Turning to Lena, I tried to pull her over to me. She jerked away citing an ‘early meeting’ in the morning.

  I watched her quickly dress, wondering why she was hesitant to touch me. “Leaving so soon, Lena?” I asked.

  “I’ve had my fun. So have you two. Don’t worry, I’ll catch up with you again sometime.” She winked as she sashayed out the door.

  After the night ended, I laid back with my arms behind my head. I thought about the mysterious Lena. There was something magnetic about her drawing me to her.

  But she’d rejected me.

  Rejection from women wasn’t a feeling I was very familiar with. Usually, it was quite easy to get them in my bed.

  Looking over at Sasha, I watched her sleep contentedly. All of a sudden, I was consumed with the feeling of bugs crawling all over me. I leapt up from the bed and raced to the bathroom. Flipping on the light and looking down, I expected to see dozens of bugs covering my arms.

  Nothing.

  Scratching desperately, I searched for cortisone cream to alleviate my itching. Rummaging through my bag, I tossed things out desperate to find anything that would help when my hand closed in on my old ‘junk’ bag.

  Throwing it aside, I sank to the floor pulling my knees to my chest. I started to rock back and forth. The itching had subsided, but I kept staring at that bag. Its’ contents were calling to me.

  Ayden….Ayden…

  I slapped my hands over my ears shaking my head back and forth as if to eradicate their voices.

  Ayden…

  Fuck! I couldn’t stand it any longer. I scooted across the floor and snatched the bag. Furiously, I opened it up and dumped it out.

  Several syringes, spoon, and lighter clattered to the floor. A small piece of rubber tubing and a black balloon fell out as well.

  Shit.

  I hadn’t remembered packing that damn bag. Why would I have held onto that balloon for so long?

  Then it hit me.

  Sinister.

  He’d been so helpful to us when we were leaving. He’d even helped load our bags into the trunk.

  That’s when he slipped my old bag into my suitcase.

  I clenched my fists so tightly I felt my fingernails dig into my flesh. I bit my lips so hard it bled.

  I will not use. I will not use.

  I can overcome this. The need to use was so strong I fell to the floor curling my legs to my chest. I rocked back and forth, as the perspiration dripped into my eyes stinging them. I stared at the balloon sitting next to me on the floor. My entire body throbbed with need.

  Finally, I could take it no longer. I emptied the balloon on the counter. Scooping the powder into the spoon, I sat about mixing it and heating up the spoon. I loaded the syringe and stared at it for a moment. I listened for sounds that Sasha may be waking up.

  Silence.

  God help me, I pleaded as I drew the plunger back. Most of the veins in my arms were in poor shape. I located a vein on my foot which appeared to be good.

  As the needle pierced my skin, I silently called out to God to help me. I didn’t want to be this person crawling on the bathroom floor of a sleazy motel shooting up.

  Just like the good old days.

  Sweat poured off my face dripping onto my arms as I struggled not to shoot the mixture into my foot. As I sat holding the needle inside my vein, I heard Sasha stir in the bed.

  Shit. I couldn’t let her see me like this. I pulled the needle out and replaced the cap. Taking the rest of the balloon, I dumped the contents into the toilet and flushed it.

  Feeling proud of myself for overcoming my urges, I slid back into the bed beside her.

  Seventy Eight

  Ash

  I stood back and admired how beautiful Amber looked in her long dress. It was cut out on the sides and had a plunging neckline. She looked absolutely breathtaking in it. Her long hair was swept back revealing her soft shoulders. “You look stunning, Amber,” I whispered as she drifted down the stairs.

  “Thank you. You’re not too bad yourself.” She winked at me.

  I was dressed in my usual Italian suit with cufflinks. “It’s the same type of suit I wear every day.”

  She reached around to grab my ass. “And you look hot as hell in it, too.”

  My lips brushed her cheek. I inhaled the scent of her sweet perfume. It reminded me of an Oriental garden. “I love that scent, Amber. It’s your signature.”

  “Thank you, Ash. Now why don’t you tell me where we’re going?”

  I took her dark blue cashmere coat out of the closet. It was now late October and it was quite chilly at night. “It’s a surprise, baby.”

  She rolled her eyes as we walked out to my car.

  After a short drive, I pulled my sleek black car up to the vale and tossed him my keys.

  “What is this place?” Amber looked up at the nondescript building. A large door with iron gates on it loomed in front of us. I took out a tiny passkey and slid it into the keyhole. “Ash?” She looked at me questioningly.

  “Don’t worry, baby. This will be fun, I promise.”

  As I held the door open for her, she stepped inside. I led her down the long dark narrow hallway.

  “Where the hell are we, Ash?” She shivered as she wrapped her coat around her.

  “Just be patient.”

  As we came to the end of the hallway, I knocked on the steel door three times.

  “Password?” A deep male voice boomed over the intercom. I pushed the button and replied.

  “Justine.”

  With a loud buzzing sound, the door opened.

  Amber’s eyes widened as she gazed down at the huge dance floor and the colored lights that were flashing. Walking down the steps to the bar below, Amber squeezed my hand tightly.

  “So nice to see you again, Mr. Blackthorne. Will you be hosting for us tonight?” The sexy redheaded bartender gave Amber the once over.

  “No. Tonight we watch.” I squeezed Amber’s ass.

  “What are we watching, Ash?” Amber looked all around.

  I gestured to the stage hidden behind a long curtain in front of us. “That.”

  “Macallan 25, sir.” The bartender sat the bottle down in front of me with two glasses.

  “Excellent.”

  Amber slipped out of her coat.

  Several people turned to stare entranced by her beauty.

  “Why would you be hosting, Ash? What the hell kind of place is this?”

  I laughed. “You’ll figure it out soon enough.”

  A gorgeous young girl wearing a tight white top walked up to us. “Mr. Blackthorne, I’m here to escort you to your table.”

  As we followed her, several people turned to address me.

  Amber looked about in awe. “So all these people know you, Ash? Just where the hell are we?”

  Settling into the dimly lit leather booth, we sipped our Macallan. I slid my hand up Amber’s thigh.

  “This is more than just a regular bar, Ash.”

  I nodded eager for the show to begin. I was curious to see her reaction.

  The lights dimmed and the curtains parted. A hush fell over the crowd.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, for tonight’s viewing pleasure we have an exotic beauty all the way from Sweden, the gorgeous and stunningly sexy, Vika Ericsson.”

  A spectacular blonde stepped out onto the stage wearing a black leather corset that zipped up the front. Her tits were sizable and the corset made them appear even larger. Her waist was nipped in with the corset. Tiny lacy panties with stockings and stiletto heels completed her outfit. Her hair was nearly whit
e blonde and hung straight down her back.

  “Many of you may have done scenes with Vika in the past or seen her perform in clubs throughout the world.” Mikhail, the club’s owner, pulled Vika into an embrace. She kissed his cheeks as she stood on the stage beaming.

  “Is this a strip club, Ash?” Amber whispered to me.

  Looking over at her, I saw her nipples were hard poking through the thin material of her dress. “Not exactly.” I’d seen Vika before and even dated her briefly a few years ago in between my relationship with Veronica. She was hot for sure, but her English wasn’t very good. The language barrier had become too much for me.

  But she was amazing in bed.

  And onstage.

  “Tonight’s lucky gents have yet to be selected. If you look below your seat, you will find a number. Please retrieve and wait for Vika to begin calling numbers.”

  Every man in the room bent down to look under his seat.

  “What’s your number?” Amber asked looking at the red piece of paper I was holding.

  “Seven.”

  “So if you get called will she give you a lap dance or something?”

  I shook my head. “No, you get a bit more than that.” I smiled.

  “Is it only for men? She’s hot. I wouldn’t mind having her tits in my face.”

  My cock stiffened. I loved hearing Amber talk about other women like that. “Just men tonight.”

  Amber finished her drink as she continued to watch and wait.

  A hat was handed to Vika containing all the numbers. One by one, she called them out in her broken English.

  A total of five men were to be called.

  “What the last number, Vika?”

  In her broken English, I could barely make out what she said, “Seven! Do we have a number seven?” Mikhail looked about.

  Amber nudged me. “You’re seven. Don’t you want to go up there?”

  I shook my head. “Not tonight, baby. I’m with you.”

  She narrowed her eyes at me. “I don’t care if she gives you a lap dance, Ash.”

  “It’s not like that. I’m here to watch.”

  “Last call for number seven.” He had Vika pick another number.

  Finally, there were five well built, heavily muscled men on the stage. They all stood ogling Vika.

  “You take off your pants, yah?” she asked them surveying those selected.

  They nodded stripping down to their shorts.

  Mikhail had two women wheel a cart full of implements to the stage.

  “You know the rules, guys. Vika will choose her safe word. Vika, what’s your safe word?”

  In a heavy Swedish accent, she replied, “Boot.”

  The announcer stared at her a moment. “Boot?”

  “Yah, boot.”

  He shook his head. “Sounds too much like ‘boob’ try again.”

  Laughter came from the audience.

  “Okay, I pick another. Wagon.”

  “Wagon is your safe word?”

  She nodded her pale blonde hair falling around her face.

  “Wagon it is then. Guys, you heard the lady. If you’ve seen Vika before, you know she likes it rough, so I want you to fill her every hole. Fuck her til she screams!”

  We both watched as the men onstage circled around Vika. One muscle bound man with dark hair held a flogger in his hand. With a swift move of his hand, he unzipped her corset making her breasts spill out. The crowd clapped as he then stripped her panties off tossing them aside. They ordered Vika to drop to her hands and knees which she eagerly complied. He lashed her firmly with flogger and from our seats, we could see the welts rise up on her perfect flesh. She cried out from pleasure and pain.

  One of the men whose name I recalled from seeing him before was Rafe. He had light brown hair which was cropped short. His arms were covered in tattoos. He had her kneel before him ready to accept his thick cock into her mouth.

  Amber gasped as she watched him plunge his cock into her mouth. Vika sucked him long and hard her lips stretching as she struggled to accommodate his girth.

  “Ash, you’ve been to this place often?” she whispered.

  “Not this particular club. I’ve been to others off and on over the years.”

  “Have you been one of those guys on stage?”

  I hesitated a minute trying to gauge her reaction. “Yes, I have.”

  “Did you like it?” She smiled slightly.

  “What do you think?” I winked at her.

  “So that’s why you would come in some mornings exhausted but happy.”

  I shrugged smiling. “I haven’t since you and I have been together.”

  She squeezed my leg. “I know.”

  Turning our attention back to the stage, Vika had one guy fucking her in the ass while she continued to suck Rafe. She cried out loudly as the crowd watched in awe. Another guy came up and ordered her to stand while he slipped underneath her. Vika then had one guy fucking her in the ass another in her pussy while continuing to suck Rafe’s cock.

  Amber squirmed in her seat. She took my hand and placed it on her thigh. “Feel how wet I am, Ash,” she whispered as she ground against the palm of my hand.

  Watching as Vika get fucked by guy after guy was turning her on to no end. I’d never thought this would make her that hot. I had only been hoping to share another one of my naughty passions with her.

  Turned out Amber was quite the voyeur herself.

  Her pussy was soaking wet as I ran my hand up her thigh. The crowd of people around us became louder and louder cheering as Vika submitted to yet another man. The girl was incredible. I’d done a few scenes with her myself, but I’d never actually fucked her on stage.

  Trailing my hand up Amber’s thigh, I teased her with my delicious slowness. She held her breath as my fingers traced her soft pink lips through her tight panties. Feeling her wetness through the fabric, I relished how soaked she already was. “So, you want to be up there getting fucked by five guys?” I whispered into her ear my lips nibbling her ear.

  “Mmmm,” she moaned trying to cross her legs.

  “No, keep them open. You want all these people staring at your beautiful body? Do you want them to watch as I strip you naked? I would start at the top unzipping your dress letting it fall to the floor. Then, I would slide my hands up your back to your bra unhooking it and exposing your delicious tits to everyone.” My fingers grazed her pussy again tugging her panties aside. She moaned loudly as several people turned to look at us instead of at the sexy scene onstage.

  “Oh yes,” Amber murmured. The tips of my fingers found her soaking wet lips. She shivered with excitement as my finger ran down her slit.

  “You would be amazing up there even hotter than Vika. I’d love to pull those panties off and make you sit down with your legs open.”

  She moaned as I slipped my finger deep inside her.

  “I’d sit you down and have you pull your lips wide open. Everyone would see how pink and shining wet you were. Would you like that?” I continued to pump my finger in and out of her. I’d never felt her so wet. Her eyes closed halfway.

  The candles at our table flickered as Amber began to breathe harder and harder.

  “I would bend you over and lash you with my crop as everyone watched. Your ass would be sore and bright red. Everyone would see your pretty little asshole and your pussy dripping with juices. They would know how much you love being whipped with my crop.”

  Amber’s hips lurched forward as she began rocking against my hand. She stood up slightly riding my finger up and down. Several people started watching us instead of Vika.

  I brought my lips to her ear. “I’d make you take my cock up your tight pussy while everyone watched. They’d see my cock part your lips and push right inside your hole. They would see your creamy sweetness pour from your cunt as I fucked you.”

  That was it. She tightened around my finger I felt her juices spill out over my hand onto the leather seat.

  Suddenly, she
was aware of where she was.

  The people who had been watching us smiled.

  “Oh God, that was amazing,” she whispered pulling her panties in place. I chuckled at her reddened face.

  “You gave your own show, baby. If you want, I’ll see if you can perform some night.”

  She waved her hand.

  “No need, baby. I’m the only one who gets to see your sweet little snatch.” I kissed her neck. “But if you want to do a scene one on one with Vika in private, I’m completely open to that.”

  She surprised me by whispering back to me, “I’m game. I’d love to suck her clit.”

  My mouth fell open. “You know, as much as I’d love to see that. I’d rather just take you home and fuck the hell out of you right now.”

  Whisking her out of the club, I wondered just how many people had been watching us.

  Not that it mattered.

  Seventy Nine

  Mark

  Sliding down into the bushes, I watched her. She was still as beautiful as ever. Her long honey blonde hair was pulled back into a low ponytail. It made me wanted to grab her from behind and yank her backwards.

  Still, I couldn’t do that.

  Not yet.

  She was getting ready for some party it looked like. The dress she had in her hand was long and flowing.

  I’m sure her Prince Charming, Mr. Ashton Blackthorne was due home any minute now.

  She stood in front of the mirror wearing nothing but a black lacy bra and panties.

  God, I still wanted her.

  She bent over as she’d dropped something. Her firm ass strained the delicate fabric of her panties and I swore I saw a tiny wet spot on the crotch. Her pussy was wet right now! I groaned almost too loudly.

  I crouched even lower in the bushes to be sure no one heard me. Then I heard a car pull up into the driveway

  Leaning against the side of the house, I remembered how close I’d been to having her when she had returned to my father’s house.

  Her breasts had heaved against my arm as I tried to pull her to me.

  But she’d gotten away.

  She wouldn’t get away this time.

  I was going to make sure of it.