Dirty Bad Secrets

by West, Jade

  “Please, Andy, be good for me,” she whispered. “I really want to watch this. I need to watch this.”

  She dropped to the floor and untied my ankles, then pulled my shoes and socks off and wriggled me out of my suit bottoms. The smile on her face when I didn’t fight her was a sight to behold. She was hot, erotic, dazzling. With a deep breath she turned the key in the first lock and my wrist sprung free. I yanked it from her on instinct, reaching straight for the gag in my mouth, but her eyes were fixed on mine before I’d freed myself, and they were horrified.

  “Please…” she said. “Andy, don’t…”

  I looked from her to Topaz, who’d burned up like a bright red cherry.

  “Please,” Faye said again. “This is my week. My first week. Don’t ruin this for me. Don’t ruin this for us.”

  I had no idea which fucking us she was talking about, but her voice was so bastard endearing, so bastard needy. I put my hand back on the arm of the chair, and she uncuffed the other in a flash. She lowered the side of the gurney.

  “Up here,” she said. “On your back.”

  I stared at Topaz, and her eyes were on the floor, shoulders hunched with nerves. Poor little cow, dragged into something totally beyond her, indulging some crazy fantasy simmering away in Faye’s twisted little mind. Topaz’s hands were clasped at her front, fingers twirling together. She had her legs crossed, and they were trembling.

  Faye patted the gurney. “Now,” she said. “Let’s go.”

  I flashed her a look of pure fucking disdain until she looked away, and then, despite all my common sense, and every scrap of resolve in my horny fucking body, I sat my battered ass on that gurney and swung my legs up. Faye was just a blur then, clipping the cuffs to the rails before I changed my mind. She adjusted my head on the padding like she was some twisted hospital nurse, and spread my shirt away from my chest. I relaxed into the soft mat, steadying my breath, listening to the rancid gurgle of my own spit in my mouth.

  “Yes,” she said, and she was smiling. “Oh God, yes. Yes!”

  My eyes followed her along the side of the gurney until she was out of sight. She returned with Topaz, holding the younger girl’s hand tight. Topaz hadn’t relaxed any, her cheeks were still flushed pink, eyes looking anywhere but at mine.

  “It’s ok,” Faye said. “He wants this, he wants you… look at him.” She squeezed my cock and I groaned and I heard Topaz gasp. “This is your chance… everything you wanted… just take him, he’s yours…”

  “I don’t know,” Topaz whispered. “He looks angry…”

  “He always looks angry,” Faye said. “He’ll look a lot less angry when he’s got your tight little pussy around his cock, trust me.”

  Trust me, trust me, trust me. Like a fucking mantra. Another one of Vincent cunting Blackthorne’s catchphrases.

  Now Faye was loosening the button on Topaz’s pleated skirt. And Topaz wasn’t objecting. The skirt dropped to the floor, and Faye wasted no time in tugging away at Topaz’s pink panties. My balls flourished with tingles at the sight of her sweet little snatch, all puffy and red.

  Faye gave Topaz a shunt. “Go on,” she said. “Climb up on him.”

  I watched Topaz swallow the lump in her slender throat.

  “It’s okay, Topaz, he really wants your pussy. I know him well enough. Look into those pretty-boy eyes and you’ll see it. He’s fucking hot for you. Trust me on that.”

  Faye moved in behind Topaz, smiling over her shoulder. Topaz jumped. Faye had grabbed her ass, and just the thought of her little white ass made my dick twitch. A sudden squirt of saliva and I nearly choked on my own spit.

  “See what you do to him, Topaz. You made pretty boy’s mouth water. Go fuck him!” She gave Topaz’s ass a playful slap.

  Topaz raised a trembling knee and Faye practically gave her a fireman’s lift. The poor little cow toppled over the railings, landing hard across my legs. She recovered quickly, hoisting herself up to straddle my thighs, then pressed her dainty little hands to my hips, inching herself higher.

  “Touch him,” Faye said. “Touch him wherever you want.”

  Topaz ran her fingers up my stomach, and she was so gentle, like a timid little mouse. She danced around my nipples, teasing with tiny little flicks before she found her confidence. I groaned as she took them between her thumb and forefingers, rolling and pinching and squeezing as she wriggled against my thighs, her pussy lips catching my skin. I could feel how wet she was. I could feel the flutter of her tight little cunt.

  “Rub yourself against him,” Faye ordered. “Rub yourself against that gorgeous fat cock. It’s going to feel so good, I promise. Everything you dreamed it would be.”

  Topaz began to rock back and forth, and when her pussy finally touched my prick it was like an electric shock. She let out a horny little whimper, and then stifled herself. She had that expression on her face again, the one of concentration I’d seen at the bar. Her tongue was pinched between her teeth, eyes closed. All she needed was a smear of glitter. Shit, I couldn’t wait to fuck her.

  “Good girl,” Faye said. “More. Harder.”

  Topaz found her groove, grinding against my cock in long strokes, back and forth as she swayed on her sweet fucking hips.

  “Stop!” Faye said and Topaz froze. “Sit up!” Topaz sat up. “Good, now, remove your blouse and bra.” Topaz looked down at her trembling hands as they undid the buttons on her blouse. She shrugged it off, dropped it to the floor. The bra followed. Her little tits were beautiful. I wanted this gag off, wanted to give those tits some attention.

  “Good. Now play with your tits,” Faye said, “show pretty boy how nice they are.”

  Her hands came up to her nipples, and she pulled and tugged at them. She looked fucking delicious, innocence corrupted and good enough to fucking eat.

  Faye chose her moment. She appeared at my side with a rubber all ready to roll, and made short, sharp work of sliding it on. She angled my prick under Topaz’s hovering snatch, and pressed a hand onto her shoulder.

  “Now,” she said. “Take him.”

  Topaz lowered herself, and she was tight. Really fucking tight. She paused with just the head in.

  “Oww,” she breathed. “I’m not ready. He’s big.”

  I felt Faye’s fingers between us, spreading Topaz’s tight cunt until the girl groaned and shifted lower. “That’s it,” she said. “Think about how much you wanted this. You hoped he’d be big, didn’t you? I know you fucking did. Take him, Topaz.”

  Topaz nodded, she nodded and she sucked in her breath, and inched her way down my throbbing shaft. There were stops and starts, torturous little pauses as her pussy strained to take me, but she made it through. Her weight landed on my hips, and her hot little snatch ate me up. She whimpered, and then she shuddered, and her head tipped back as she adjusted to the feeling. Her hips rocked in tiny circles, her hands on my thighs, and she moaned. She moaned and she smiled.

  Faye had a big fucking smile on her face, too. “Good girl,” she said. “That’s my good girl.” She appeared at my head, her mouth at my ear. “She feels nice, doesn’t she? Fuck, pretty boy, she’s so fucking wet for you. Her tight little cunt’s taken you all the way in.” Her fingers pushed inside my mouth until I retched, gurgling spit all over my cheek. “Now it’s your turn to take me all the way in. Open wide, my sweet little slut.”

  Her laughter was vicious. I saw the pink dildo for just a second before it was in my mouth, and her hand had already clamped around my chin, holding me still.

  “Take it,” she said. “Swallow it down, there’s a good fucking boy.”

  I didn’t have a choice, she’d already pushed it deep, all the way past my gag reflex, and deep into the back of my fucking throat. My wrists pulled tight on the chains as I gagged and retched and fucking spluttered. I twisted my head, but she’d have none of it, pinning me back into position and jabbing it all the harder.

  “Don’t try and pretend you’ve never had a fucking dick down your thr
oat, Andy Morgan,” she laughed. “I know you went to posh-boy school, you should suck dick better than I do.”

  She was brutal, on a one-woman mission to fucking choke me. My eyes watered, and bubbles of fucking spit and snot and fuck knows what else phlegmed from my fucking nose.

  “Listen to him, Topaz, doesn’t his throat make such beautiful fucking noises.”

  If Topaz noticed she didn’t say, she was well into her groove, whimpering and groaning as she milked my fucking cock. My balls were tight, aching to fucking shoot my load, my cock pulsing and twitching inside tight, hot cunt. I stopped straining in the cuffs, gripping at the railings for support as Faye made me take that fucking dildo down my throat. My fight was gone, the whole world gone and there was nothing but the need to come, and the blissful sensation of Topaz’s beautiful snatch. I began to buck in my bonds, rising on the gurney even though the cuffs were cutting into my ankles.

  “Take it all in, pretty boy,” Faye hissed, and she pinched my fucking nose, ploughing so deep in my throat that I sicked up streams of fucking spit.

  “I’m gonna come…” Topaz’s voice was barely a whisper. “Oh my God, I’m gonna come…”

  “Good girl,” Faye said. “Play with that sweet clit for me, show me what feels good.” The dildo disappeared and I was fucking grateful, slamming towards the point of no return without a fucking care for choking. Faye pushed Topaz forward, until her pert tits were tight to my chest, smearing saliva and Faye’s lipstick writing. She wrapped her fingers in Topaz’s green hair, and guided her face to mine.

  My spit was everywhere, my mouth a sloppy, gurgling pool. I closed my eyes, hoping that even Faye had some fucking restraint left in her skull. She didn’t.

  “Kiss him,” she hissed. “Kiss him nice and deep and show him you’re grateful.”

  I shook my head, but Faye’s fingers were at my scalp. She forced both of our mouths together with a moan of victory, and I felt Topaz’s lip ring press against my tongue. The girl hesitated for just a moment, and then like a trooper her tongue was at mine, burying into my mouth.

  “Beautiful,” Faye said, but this time her tone was harsher. “Aren’t you two just the pretty fucking picture.”

  Jealous. She was fucking jealous.

  Fucked up knew no fucking bounds in this place.

  Her jealousy made it all the fucking sweeter. I slammed up into Topaz, pounding that cunt as hard as my bonds would allow. She moaned and whimpered and breathed hard through her nose. Her mouth left mine, but her eyes didn’t. They were just an inch away when she started to come, and her shuddering orgasm, eyes rolling to the back of her head, sent me straight over the edge. I bucked and grunted and shot my fucking load all the way inside her as she gripped the gurney’s rails and shrieked like a whore.

  Panting for breath, Topaz dismounted with a delicious squelch, and her cheeks were on fire. Her mouth glistened with my spit, so much of it that it pooled in her lip ring, she wiped it on the back of her hand, and backed away, disoriented.

  I couldn’t fucking blame her.

  “Did you enjoy that?” Faye asked, with a big old fucking smile on her face.

  Topaz nodded. “Yeah, I liked that.”

  “Good,” she said. “You’re welcome. I guess it’s time we let the pretty boy loose.”

  Game fucking on.

  ***

  I was up from that gurney so quickly that even Faye jumped backwards. My fingers made short work of the ratchet at the side of that filthy bastard gag, I wiped my face dry on my shirt cuff, then massaged my strained jaw.

  “You liked it,” Faye said. “Don’t pretend you didn’t…”

  I ditched the cuffs on the gurney, rubbing at my cramped calves until the pain eased up. The sodden rubber came off next, and I flung it alongside the cuffs. It amazed me to realise I still had a fucking semi. Semi or not, I was angry. Really fucking angry.

  Topaz had seen me angry enough times to know this was the real fucking deal. I watched the panic play out across her face.

  “I’d better go,” she whimpered, as she wriggled into her skirt and threw her blouse back on.

  My finger jabbed straight in her direction. “You’re not going fucking anywhere. Don’t you dare move a fucking muscle.”

  Faye started to speak but I cut her off dead. “You can shut your mouth as well, Faye Devere. It’s time for the fucking coin toss. And I’m fucking throwing.” If ever I’d begged fucking fate this was it. Fifty percent, please to fucking God be my win. I dug the coin out of my drawer and held it up for Faye to see. “You’d better hope this is another win for you, Faye.”

  She didn’t make a sound.

  I tossed the coin. It spun high in the air and bounced on Faye’s desk, then teetered on its edge for one insanely long moment before clattering onto its side. Man taking woman. My fucking win.

  Faye turned white in front of me, but not as quickly as Topaz. Topaz looked like she was going to faint, staring in desperation at Faye with her hands twisting in front of her.

  “What now?” Faye said, and despite the pale complexion there was a glint of lust in her eyes. “What are you going to do?”

  I strode to my desk and cleared the paperwork in one strong sweep. I pointed at the empty space. “Both of you. Right here. Right fucking now.”

  Faye came without hesitation, smiling as she folded herself over my desk. She flashed me a look over her shoulder. “It was worth it, whatever you dish out. You were fucking beautiful like that.”

  “Shut your dirty fucking mouth,” I snapped. “Topaz, now. I’m not fucking playing.” Topaz shuffled over, and the nerves made her so pretty. I tapped the space next to Faye. “Bend over, arse in the fucking air.”

  She took her position and she was no longer snared under Faye’s spell, she was right back to my sweet little barmaid. My semi was no longer a fucking semi, either.

  I hitched Topaz’s skirt up over her arse, admiring the swollen little mound I’d been fucking just minutes before. I pulled her ass cheeks apart and she lurched forwards. “Relax,” I snapped. “I haven’t even fucking hurt you, yet.” I ran a thumb over her wet little asshole. “Well, that’s a fucking treasure,” I said. “I haven’t seen a sweet virgin asshole for quite some time.”

  Faye raised herself up onto her elbows. “Are you going to fuck her in the ass?”

  “None of your fucking business,” I snapped. “Maybe I will, maybe I won’t.” She was angry for just a moment before she smiled, but I saw it. I saw her in all her jealous glory, and it was as blissful as can fucking be. “Do you want me to stretch your virgin asshole, Topaz? Is that what you want?”

  Her legs were shaking. “I don’t know, Mr Morgan, I … I’m sorry.”

  “What are you sorry for, Topaz?”

  “I … I don’t know, sir.”

  She was a fucking natural and she didn’t even know it.

  “What do you think, Faye? Shall I open up that tight little asshole?”

  Faye maintained her smile. “It’s none of my fucking business, like you said.”

  “Quite,” I said. “But I’m asking you anyway.”

  Her eyes were dark, hard to read. “Just fucking punish us,” she hissed. “But punish me harder, Andy. It was my idea.”

  “Don’t worry,” I snapped. “That’s a fucking given.” I ran my fingers down Topaz’s quivering thigh. “Grip the desk,” I said, “and don’t fucking move.” I ran my palm over her ass cheeks and she flinched beautifully. “As for you,” I said to Faye. “This is just the beginning.”

  I lifted Faye’s skirt around her waist, then yanked her lace panties down around her knees. She shifted them apart as far as they would go.

  “Brace yourselves.”

  The sound of palm against ass cheeks was delicious. Topaz’s backside blushed pink in a heartbeat, and she cried out every single time I spanked her. Faye’s breathing quickened, but she didn’t make a sound, taking her punishment like the warm-up it was intended to be. She turned her face to Topaz,
and her eyes were hooded, soaking in the other girl’s pain.

  “You’ll say fucking sorry,” I hissed. “Topaz, tell me you’re fucking sorry.”

  “Yes, Mr Morgan, I’m sorry!”

  “What are you fucking sorry for, Topaz?”

  “For having sex with you,” she whimpered. It was just the kind of ditzy answer I would have expected, and I fought the urge to smile. I slapped her hard enough that she scooted forward on the desk.

  “No, Topaz. It’s for listening to fucking Faye that I’m punishing you.”

  “Yes, Mr Morgan!”

  I gave her five good hard slaps on her thighs, and she twitched and whimpered and wriggled her pink ass at me. I watched her carefully, reading the signs. Her breathing was rapid, but her posture was shifting, she was relaxing onto the desk, thighs parting just enough to be an invitation. She fucking liked this.

  “Tell me what you deserve, Topaz.”

  Just a slight hesitation. “A spanking, Mr Morgan. I deserve a spanking.”

  “Slap her,” Faye hissed. “She fucking likes it. Slap her and fuck her, that’s what you want, isn’t it?”

  “Shut your fucking mouth,” I snapped. “I’m done with you telling me what I fucking want.”

  When I slapped Faye I wasn’t aiming for her ass, my palm landed right between her thighs, punishing her dirty fucking slit. She howled and shifted her weight from foot to foot.

  I spanked Topaz until she was jumping with every slap, until her ass cheeks were rosy red and her breath was coming out in ragged little gasps. I spanked her until her cheek was pressed to the desk, and she was staring at Faye with a hazy smile on her face. I spanked her until I knew I’d sealed her fate forever, until I knew she’d been spanked and fucking enjoyed it, until Faye reached out for her hand with a knowing smile and they held each other in a sweet little show of solidarity as they took their medicine.

  And then I slipped my fingers between Topaz’s thighs, just enough to tease at her tender clit while she caught her breath.