The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica 11

by Maxim Jakubowski

  I could feel his strength and, between my legs, a hint of dampness. No! Not possible! But perhaps the antidote was gaseous, something in the air we breathed together. I sniffed, smelling only damp wood, rust and lubricating oil.

  There was another door at the foot of the stairs. It opened onto an expansive, low-ceilinged space, dimly lit with rosy light. Soft jazz played in the background, punctuated by sighs and moans. Couches lined the room. Some were piled with bodies, confusing tangles of naked limbs. Others had a single occupant, usually male, often fondling his penis while watching the couplings around him. I surveyed them, my prospective audience, curious and envious. I wanted to feel what they were feeling.

  Bolt peeled off my coat and hung it in an alcove, then led me past an empty dance floor and the raised platform in the middle of the room, to the bar at the far end.

  There were a few women, including one whose petite build and sharp features made her look a bit like Merle, if Merle had worn purple spiked hair and a nose ring. She caught my eye as I passed, giving me what I could recognize, even in my sex-suppressed state, was a come-hither look. My heart shifted into high gear.

  “Sit.”

  The hulking proprietor poured me a shot-glass of brilliant green liquid. “Here. The antidote. Drink it in one gulp. It takes effect quicker.”

  I stared at the slightly viscous emerald concoction. Fear tickled the back of my neck. If I got caught with this, it would mean fines or prison or both. But I wasn’t afraid of the Council. No, I was afraid of myself, of what this would do to the Lena I knew.

  “Don’t worry,” Bolt growled, running his hand up and down my arm. “You’ll enjoy yourself. I promise.”

  I closed my eyes, grabbed the glass, and tossed the contents down my throat. It was sweet and tart. I swore I could feel it, sliding down into my belly, coursing through my veins. I felt momentarily dizzy. Then a rush of heat swept over my body. My earlobes burned. My nipples kindled into burning embers. My cunt was suddenly molten.

  “Wow!” I opened my eyes to Bolt’s fiendish grin.

  “Ah! Getting off already. Excellent.” He leaned forward abruptly and grabbed my breasts, flicking his thumbs over the nipples. “Some people react stronger than others.” Electricity arced from his hands to my pussy. “You’ve got fabulous tits, Lena.” He pulled me off my stool and headed towards the central stage. “You should let everyone else appreciate them.”

  Before I could think or resist, we had climbed the three steps to the platform, which was furnished with a mattress and a couple of chairs. A spotlight clicked on in a corner, temporarily blinding me. Bolt stood behind me, his arms circling my body. He kneaded my breasts while he worked the crowd. I struggled not to faint from the sensation of his fingers digging into my flesh.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Club Lust. Tonight we have a special treat, a newcomer enjoying her first taste of freedom.” He gripped the bottom of my jersey and pulled it over my head in one deft motion.

  All eyes in the room turned to my suddenly bare chest. The heat of their attention brought a flush to my cheeks. My nipples contracted into throbbing bullets of needy flesh. Bolt pinched and twisted them, far rougher than Jeff had ever been. Liquid gushed from my cunt as though he’d turned on a faucet.

  “Such fine, round, bouncy tits. Just looking at them makes me want to rub my cock in between them until I come all over her face. Don’t you all agree?” The crowd murmured its assent. I don’t know what excited me more, his words or the fact that simultaneously he’d unzipped my skirt and pulled it down to my ankles. Underneath I wore the red bikini briefs that had come with our last booster pack. They were soaked.

  Bolt’s hand dropped from my breast to cup my pubis. I shivered. My cunt clenched at the indirect stimulation as he brushed his palm over the wiry hair underneath the pseudo-silk. My clit swelled, hot, demanding. I arched my pelvis, pressing my sex more firmly against his hand. He wriggled a finger between my lips, pressing the fabric into my cleft. Pleasure shimmered through my whole body. Earlobes, lips, fingertips, nipples, clit, toes, all throbbed in time. I heard myself moan.

  “Our little slut is very wet,” Bolt gloated. “I think she wants to be fucked. Let’s get a look at her cunt.”

  I heard a click beside my ear, then felt cold steel against my thigh. Fear flickered through me, almost indistinguishable from lust. Fresh blood, he’d said. But his blade sliced only through my panties, first at one hip, then the other. Still behind me, he pulled the saturated fabric out from between my thighs. The friction and the knowledge that I was being watched combined to pull me into the whirlpool of a minor climax. I slumped in Bolt’s grasp, twitching helplessly. The audience responded with enthusiastic applause.

  I was still shuddering when Bolt pushed me onto the mattress, face down, butt in the air.

  “Spread your legs, baby. Show them all your hot, pink twat. Let them see your tight asshole. Tonight we’re going to fill you up, kitten.”

  I obeyed, overwhelmed with shame and yet eager to display my slick lips and hungry holes. The embarrassment made me all the more excited. I wiggled my ass, trying to attract Bolt’s attention. The watchers clapped in delight. Bolt landed a stinging slap on one butt cheek. Heat streaked through me, nearly triggering another come. He spanked me again. My cunt clenched, empty, ravenous.

  “You need a cock, don’t you? At least one. Well, here you go.” A fat rod of flesh appeared in front of my face. “Suck this, slut.”

  I needed no further invitation. I couldn’t wait to taste him. Bolt’s cock was as monstrous as the rest of him, far larger than Jeff’s, but I swallowed him whole. I ran my lips up and down his length, pressing my tongue firmly against his bulb at the apex of each stroke.

  He tasted funky, as though he hadn’t showered in a while, and a bit bitter. In my aroused state, I found him delicious. The mattress smelled of mould, though the sheet seemed clean. It didn’t matter. My clit burned. My thighs felt sticky. My cunt drooled onto the makeshift bed.

  My nipples ground against the rough cotton. All my senses were heightened, but they were sending only positive messages.

  He swelled and jerked in my mouth and I eased off. I wanted him to come in my cunt, or spurt all over my back. So that everyone could see.

  He knew. He pulled his dripping cock from my mouth and circled behind me. Grabbing my buttocks with blunt fingers, he pulled me open. With one jerk of his hips, he buried his swollen dick in my sopping pussy.

  I screamed, shock, pain, pleasure roiling until I couldn’t tell one from the other. He stretched my poor tissues to the point of tearing. I wasn’t used to this. I tried to relax, to open to his invasion. He reacted by pushing deeper.

  “Like it? Do you like my cock? Do you, baby?” He punctuated each question with a fierce thrust.

  I couldn’t answer. I could only moan as he rammed me, again and again. I heard moans from the audience, too, evidence that the show was turning them on. Another climax gathered on the horizon of my consciousness.

  A picture of Jeff swam into my mind. Handsome, kind, responsible Jeff, the model husband. The model citizen. He’d never approve. He’d be shocked, maybe disgusted. I pushed away the guilt that threatened to dampen my pleasure. How could I have been satisfied with him? He worked closely with the Council, helping them implement their policies for the good of society. Whereas I was an outlaw, a horny cunt who got off being watched while strangers fucked her.

  Bolt suddenly pulled his rod out of me. I clenched around his vanishing bulk. “I’m going to come all over you. To show everyone what a filthy slut you are.”

  The audience roared. His spunk showered down on me, a bitter, sticky rain. He smacked his cock against my butt, scattering the last drops of semen over my back. At the same time, he reached forward between my legs and squeezed my clit.

  My body dissolved in a sea of mindless pleasure. I’d never known anything like this, not in the most ecstatic, intimate coupling with my husband. A thousand sensations flood
ed through me, washing away every thought. I was nothing but a whirling, trembling mass of flesh, tossed on currents of dark delight.

  The convulsions slowly faded. My mind returned. I lay on my stomach on the mattress, thighs gaping, fluids seeping out of my still-swollen cleft. The buzz of conversation in the audience died away as I stirred.

  “Ready for another cock, baby?” I would have thought that I was too exhausted, but my nipples peaked and my clit jumped at the question. “We’ve got one ready for you.”

  I looked over to the armchair next to the mattress. A wiry man with chocolate-coloured skin relaxed there, naked. His long, slender cock jutted up from his lap, straight towards the ceiling. He grinned at me, a bit shyly. Bolt pushed me in the man’s direction. “Climb on, baby, and take a ride.”

  The spotlight followed me as I approached the stranger. His cock twitched; a drop of fluid welled at the tip. New desire surged in me. My hungry pussy tightened at the thought of taking him inside me.

  I needed no lubrication. I simply straddled him and sank down slowly, swallowing his delicious length with my cunt. “Ah!” he moaned. “You’re so wet and tight!” I gripped the hard rod inside me, sending spirals of sensation through my sex. He jerked in response, and tried to thrust, but in this position, I was in control.

  He let me take him. I eased myself up and down his slippery rod, letting us both feel every inch of penetration. Letting the crowd see him glistening between my thighs as I raised myself above him, before plunging down again. He leaned forward, pulling one of my nipples into his mouth. Every time I ground my pelvis against him, he sucked harder, tightening the cord that linked that nub to the hard pebble at the apex of my sex.

  My eyes were closed. I was focused on the sensations sparking through my body, that and the sound of the audience. The watchers were quieter now, only an occasional gasp or sigh. I felt the weight of their gaze, the urgency of their desire. Their lust fed mine. I wondered if I could ever enjoy private sex again.

  A new scent reached me, a breath of the ocean in the smoky basement room. I opened my eyes to see the spike-haired woman I’d noticed earlier. She had placed one foot on the arm of the chair. Her skirt was crumpled around her waist. Her pussy gaped in front of me, glistening and bare, smelling of the sea. I could see the red pearl of her clit, nestled in those slick folds. I let out a deep breath and her flesh quivered. Saliva gathered in my mouth. I knew what she wanted, before she asked.

  “Eat me, sweetheart. Eat me like you’re starving.”

  I was starving. I had never felt such hunger. Still riding the black man’s cock, I leaned sideways and grabbed her thigh for support. Then I stuck my tongue into the moist cavern that beckoned to me.

  Her flesh was steamy, smooth, silky under my lips. I swept my tongue back and forth between her lips, swirling around her clit each time I reached it. She tangled her fingers in my hair, pulling my face deeper into her cunt. I heard applause. I gave up trying to ride the man underneath me, but he took over, his thrusts quickening as he began to lose control. I lost myself in the woman’s slippery depths.

  Every time she quivered under my tongue, I felt a sympathetic vibration in my own clit. I burrowed into her, licking, nibbling, sucking, frantic to make her come. I wanted to drown in her fragrant juices, to be carried away by her convulsions. I could tell that she was coming close. Her clit jerked at every contact. Her labia were plump and tender, trembling under my tongue.

  All at once, I felt movement behind me. I heard the watchers stir and sigh. A slippery finger pressed against my anal sphincter.

  No! I thought, tightening reflexively. The fingertip circled and massaged, relentless, nudging me open. My resistance dissolved. The pleasure was incredible, beyond anything that I’d felt that amazing night.

  “I told you we’d take care of all your holes, kitten. Our clientele just loves a good DP. Don’t you, people?”

  The audience whistled and clapped. The fingertip vanished. All at once, I was torn apart as Bolt pushed his bulk into my loosened asshole.

  I screamed, from the suddenness, the sharp pain of invasion, and the terrible pleasure that welled up in its wake. I could feel the man’s monstrous cock, stretching my bowels, filling me to the point of impossibility. The desire to expel him was overwhelming. He would not allow it. Instead he ground himself into me, pushing deeper, augmenting the guilty delight. “Relax,” he whispered in my ear. “Let everyone see how much you love being butt-fucked.”

  He started to thrust, timing his incursions to match the increasingly frantic jerks of the man in my cunt. When both cocks were at their deepest, the sensations were unbearably intense. I thought that I would split open, my body rent by the hard flesh of these strangers using me. The image only heightened my fever.

  The man sitting in the chair began to grunt, obviously close to exploding. Bolt rammed into my ass with equal force. I writhed between them, lost in pleasure, a creature of total lust. The woman, whom I had momentarily forgotten, clutched my hair and dragged my mouth back to her cunt. I caught her clit between my lips and worried it like a dog with a bone.

  Everything happened at once. The woman yelled, digging her fingers into my scalp. Salty fluid gushed into my mouth. The man below me arched his back with a groan, emptying his balls into the depths of my cunt. Bolt’s cock, embedded in my rear, swelled to huge proportions and then burst, searing my bowels with his come. The audience yelled its approval. A whistle shrieked. A loudspeaker barked.

  “Halt. Don’t anyone move. You are all under arrest.”

  A woman screamed. A man whimpered. An Inspector’s halogen spotlight blinded me. I came as everyone stared at me, convulsing helplessly, the cocks of two strangers embedded in my cunt and ass, the come of a third smeared on my cheeks.

  The first thing they did was shoot us all up with drugs. Even before the syringe left my arm, I felt the dullness settle down, quenching the fires kindled by the antidote. I didn’t care. They could remove the desire, but not the memories. I would never be the same.

  Bolt resisted arrest. He managed to bloody one Inspector’s nose before they jabbed him with a tranquillizer. I watched him slump into his captors’ arms, almost too heavy for them to handle. My heart ached. The rest of us followed instructions like the sheep that we were. They separated the men and the women, then herded us into the backs of grey transports parked on the fractured tarmac outside the warehouse. There were no windows in the truck, and none in the bright, featureless room where we waited for hours after the raid. I was exhausted, and so sore I could hardly walk. I wore only my raincoat. The nylon clung to the sticky patches on my ass and back.

  The purple-haired woman who had performed with me sat on a bench across the room, her face in her hands. I tried to catch her eye. I wanted to tell her not to worry. I wanted to thank her. But she never looked up.

  Every so often, a stocky, stern-faced female Inspector would enter and call out someone’s name. The people she took away never returned. Were they being interrogated, forced to reveal who had led them to the club? I swore to myself that I would never incriminate Merle. I didn’t care what they did to me.

  I only hoped that I could keep my resolution.

  Time stretched on, monotonous and empty. I thought about Jeff. Would I ever see him again? Or would I simply disappear, the way Merle’s husband had? And if I was released and returned to him, would he ever forgive me? Did I want him to? I wasn’t ashamed. I couldn’t pretend that I was.

  I was too tired to worry for long. I dozed, despite the lights glaring overhead. I woke only at the sound of my name.

  “Lena Brinks. Come with me.”

  I limped out after the guard, glancing back once last time towards the woman I had eaten to orgasm. She was watching me, her expression blank. How can they do this to us? I raged silently. We’re human beings, not cattle.

  The grey-uniformed Inspector led me to a steel door. She unlocked it and pushed me through. “Get out of here, you degenerate.”

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nbsp; “What?” I didn’t understand what she was saying.

  “You’re free to go. Someone bailed you out.”

  Merle? I thought. But how would she know? And where would she get that kind of money? I stood just outside the door, totally confused.

  “Are you stupid? Move!”

  I hustled down the corridor and through another, unlocked door at the end, into some kind of anteroom. Seated there, waiting for me, was Jeff. My bravado dissolved. Guilt swamped all my other emotions.

  “Lena! Are you all right?” He looked genuinely concerned, not upset or angry at all. I allowed myself to feel a quantum of relief.

  “Yes, but . . . how . . . ?”

  “Hush, honey. We can talk about this later. Let’s go home.” He put his arm around me, pulling me into his familiar warm embrace. My eyes filled with tears, for the first time since I’d been arrested.

  He led me to a rented hover-pod. I was shivering. He tucked a blanket around me and gave the autopilot our building coordinates. In less than fifteen minutes, we were home.

  Jeff undressed me tenderly and tucked me into our bed. He didn’t seem in any hurry to confront me with my transgressions. But I couldn’t go to sleep without clearing the air between us. I wanted him to know who I really was. Who I had become.

  “Jeff – I know that you must be shocked and hurt, that I’d go to that kind of place without you . . . It’s not that I don’t love you, I do – I just had to try it. I had to know . . .”

  “You were magnificent, Lena.”

  “What?”

  “I couldn’t take my eyes off you. I came twice. I’ve never seen anyone so abandoned, so totally taken by lust. And you looked so gorgeous . . . so sexy with another man’s prick pounding into you . . .”

  “You were there? But why? How?”

  “I often visit that sort of place. I don’t usually participate. But I like to watch.”

  “What? Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you take me with you?”