Erotica: No Limits

by BREANNA BENSON

  She grimaced as Jason shoved a finger into her, then two and then three – all in quick succession, stretching her vagina to the point in which it was totally painful. She pressed her face into his neck as he kissed hers, moaning gently. Though on the inside, she wasn’t moaning gently. Not even remotely. On the inside, she was screaming. Screaming for help that would never ever come.

  Chapter Two

  The room was filled with the sound of fingers bashing off of keyboards as everyone in the office got on with their work. Cassie was in her cubicle and her fingers were bashing off of the keyboard just as everyone else’s were – only she wasn’t quite typing up a report or preparing a presentation. She was doing something far, far more important. Not in her bosses eyes, but in hers and that’s all that mattered to Cassie. She wasn’t scared of getting caught, mainly because she had nothing to live for anymore. Losing her job would just be another shitty thing to take place in her already shitty life, it’s not like it mattered at all. But it wasn’t just not fearing getting caught which caused her to carry out her search at work, it was also because she had no other choice. Work was the only place she could possibly come without Jason being able to keep an eye on her. And when you were online looking for a hitman service, that was something which she most definitely needed to avoid.

  She just hoped that people would understand if she did get caught out. Hoped that they’d see that she was truly left with no other options, no other choice. This was her last resort, a final attempt to break free from her poisonous marriage. Well, there was only one other thing if this turned out to be ineffective… It involved a rope, a bottle of aspirin and a long-winded note to her family. Of course, there was that third option which lay somewhere in between. Maybe she would get caught hiring a hitman to kill her husband and if she did, she would definitely be faced with jail time. But to her, jail time was far better than being trapped with Jason. Actual prison was far less a prison than being stuck with him. So either way, no matter what ended up happening, Cassie knew that in one way or another, things were going to be alright.

  She had come across a few genuine sites on the dark web which seemed to have some positive reviews. She was thankful of Ricky, one of her co-workers, who had pointed her in the direction of the dark web and had secretly visited her cubicle wielding files and paperwork to show her how to access it. She could trust him with her life as they had been friends for almost twenty years – long before they started working for the same company. So based on this, she knew that Ricky wouldn’t snitch on her. Her secrets were very much safe with her lifelong friend. She scrolled through the reviews section and was actually mesmerised as to why people leave reviews on a hitman site. Surely that was a great way to end up getting caught. Though, almost everything on the dark web was illegal, so a little review on the effectiveness of a hitman service probably wouldn’t do any harm.

  What she feared most was this site being a fake by the police. That she might end up getting arrested for attempted murder – because after all, that’s pretty much what it was. Either way thought she would end up escaping Jason, so it was all worth the risk. She messaged the site, making sure to include her details. She had even bought a shitty little cell phone so she could use an untraceable number and then discard the device after the dirty work was completed. After typing up the situation and the details, she hit the send button and was told to wait until she received a text. From there, they would arrange a meeting time and place where they would further discuss the job that needed doing. The service was a whopping one-hundred-thousand dollars and Cassie could only manage just over half of that, but she was hoping that she’d be able to bribe the guy to do it for that price with a bit of ‘friendly interaction’ when she went to meet him.

  If worst came to worst, she would end up alone in a cell, forced to live a life of solitude and confinement. Though she was used to that by now. At least in prison, she could live it without Jason.

  Chapter Three

  Cassie rounded the corner and headed through the archway into the underground parking lot. She had received a text with a meeting place and time only twenty minutes after messaging the site. She had left work two hours early, managing to escape after saying she was sick and getting Ricky to cover for her. The guy was a hero and she certainly owed him a lot for how much he had done to help her. It had always been that way, ever since they had first met. Ricky was the brother she never had. He always had her back and was willing to sacrifice himself in order to make Cassie happy. She would be eternally grateful for that man. In fact, she always thought about how it was such a shame that he was married.

  She made her way down the spiralling decline, further beneath the ground. Further into the internals of the city. It was cold and damp down here, with a grand total of about three cars on each level. It was obvious that pretty much no one used this parking lot, which meant that it was also obvious that this guy did his homework – he had arranged to meet in an extremely quiet and secluded place. And although it was dark, cold, wet and lonely, Cassie actually felt much safer that way. She made it to the final level, the deepest part of the parking lot and then rounded the corner walking out into the main area. She had been told to go down to the bottom level and stand by the sixth concrete pillar along on the left side. She counted the pillars as she walked, reaching the sixth one and standing against it. She tried to make herself look unsuspicious, but in doing so only made herself seem suspicious beyond compare. It was just a good job that there was no one else down there.

  Or at least she had thought.

  She felt the huge hand on the back of her neck, pulling her around to the opposite side of the pillar to the side she had been resting on. She was hurled round and pressed up against the pillar by the human equivalent of the Empire State Building. The guy was colossal and almost instantly Cassie felt as though she had made an equally colossal mistake. He was wearing a balaclava, a black, custom suit and a black tie. He was almost twice her height and was easily three times as wide. It made her feel intimidated. Scared even. But she held her nerve, she couldn’t afford to be anything but calm and seductive if she wanted her plan to work. “Cassie Phillpotts?” He asked in the deepest voice she had ever heard. She nodded calmly and he backed off a little. “Did you bring the pictures of your husband that I asked for?”

  “Yes. Here you go.” She reached into her pocket and handed over the pictures that she had secretly printed before running off from work.

  “Great. And you understand how payment works don’t you? Half now, half upon completion. Thinking of trying to get away with only paying the first half is pretty much suicide. I’ll be able to find you no matter where you hide or how far you go. Let’s not forget, I do that for a living.”

  Cassie nodded calmly, smiling seductively at the huge man. She could tell that his face had scrunched up slightly as the balaclava lifted miniscule amounts. He was intrigued by her, almost turned on by her, she could tell. It was working already. So it should. She was nothing to be frowned upon. She was dressed in her work attire: black short skirt, tights, black high heels and a white shirt. She had her glasses on, the ones which made her look like a sexy secretary – especially when she wore her jet black hair down and smeared her lips with the red lipstick she was wearing. Then there were her best assets: her bulging, round ass and heavy bust, which impressed guys everywhere she went. It was no wonder Jason wanted to penetrate her all of the time. She looked as though she was fresh from the porn scene.

  “You see, here’s the thing.” Cassie began as she pressed herself up against him. “I only have just over half of the money at the moment, but I can give you that now and I can offer to pay the rest in other means.” She pressed her tits against him and looked at him over her glasses, like a teacher scolding a naughty student.

  “Are you trying to say that you reckon it would be worth paying fifty grand to fuck you?” The man asked without even battering an eyelid, but still keeping her pressed up tightly against him.

>   “Well, maybe not once – but I am experienced and I’ll do absolutely anything, as many times as you want me to.” She ran her hand over his crotch, half waiting for a gun to be pressed against her skull, half sort of hoping it would happen, becoming excited at the thought. “Okay then, in that case, we’ll go back to my refuge area where me and my assistant will team fuck you. Got it?”

  “Got it.” Cassie said with a seductive smile, holding back her laughter as the guy almost fell backwards in disbelief. “What’s the matter big boy? Did you expect me to back down?” And before she knew it, she was whisked off of her feet and put into the passenger seat of a Range Rover. She sat their patiently, getting her pussy fondled with all the way there and liking the sensation much more than she had thought she would.

  Chapter Four

  Cassie paused in her moaning for a split-second as the door to the apartment was burst open. The main guy was laying on his stomach between her legs, licking her pussy at impressive pace. She could feel the wetness dribbling down her legs as he slurped and sucked, flicking at her clit with his tongue. He didn’t stir at the noise, he knew that it was his assistant rushing over when he received word of the arrangement. Cassie lay there on the bed completely naked, the pleasure multiplying second after second, growing higher and higher. She had missed this feeling, being eaten out properly. Feeling as though she was going to explode at any moment. The heat rose into her stomach and sent tingling vibrations up her entire spine.

  She yelled out more as he stuck two of his huge fingers into her, making a come here motion at the roof of her canal. This only caused more pulsations to echo throughout her, making her call out in total pleasure. She was in a trance, the combined feeling of being brutally finger-fucked and expertly eaten out was becoming too much. It vibrated through her like never before, the orgasm seeping into her bones and filling her entire body with the most unbelievable, intense pleasure she had ever felt in her life. “I’m coming so fucking hard!” She screamed and then no longer could. The guy’s assistant slammed his cock into her mouth as her back arched, pushing her stomach towards the ceiling. Her climax to end all climaxes continued as the main guy kept on hammering away at her downstairs. She suckled on the assistants cock with true desire as the vibrations shuddered through her.

  Once it had subsided, she cried out in deep breaths and sucked his cock harder than she had ever sucked a cock before. He was hard in a matter of minutes and before Cassie could figure out which end of the bed was which, she was laying on top of the main guy with her back on his torso. They cracked out some lube from underneath the bed, lubed up her ass and then slid his ginormous cock into her tight little anus. She writhed in a pleasure-filled pain as his huge nine inches forced their way into her tight little canal. Then the pain vanished entirely, as his assistant stuck his impressive appendage into her saturated slit. It was the most amazing thing she had ever felt in her entire existence. Two cocks in her at once, only a thin layer of skin and membrane coming between them.

  They plundered her holes rapidly and in perfect synchronisation. They had definitely done this before and Cassie was certainly taking the brunt of that experience. She could feel the sensation beginning to well once more as the two huge men fucked her silly. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck yes!” She yelled out as they slid in and out of her rapidly. They groaned out too as her holes contracted in pleasure, feeling the extreme tightness as their cocks were squeezed. They were withdrawing almost completely and then shoving the whole length back in when they were almost out. Fucking her with such precision that she was sure that at any moment, she was going to squirt everywhere. And just then, as the thought crossed her mind, she squirted everywhere. “Holy fuck! I’m coming so fucking hard. Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop!”

  The wet, warm liquid flew everywhere as Cassie writhed in pleasure, her limbs flailing, her neck and back arched like a bridge. It covered both men as they continued to plough her, causing her experience to grow even better. The orgasm rippled through her for a good thirty seconds before it eventually wore off. Though they hadn’t relented, so it still felt amazing and she still moaned loudly, her pussy and ass contracting wildly. Satisfied that they had performed, the two guys groaned out as they released their loads and filled her up as if putting gas in their car. Cassie felt them flopping down inside of her, their cocks twitching as they fired multiple shots of love into her crevices.

  Cassie was flung into the air and landed on the bed. She lay there, writhing in absolute pleasure and panting for breath like a dog after playing fetch in the Sahara desert. She opened her eyes to see that the main guy was fully dressed and stood in the doorway in front of her. “You wait right here. I’ve got some business to take care of, then its back for round two.” He held up a photograph of Jason, tore it in half and then winked at her, before turning his back and heading out into the evening.

  Chapter One

  I woke up to loud drilling, sawing, shouting and general chaos. A work crew on the street kept trying to ruin my life from 6am each day for the past few weeks.

  I could not take it much longer, if things continued this way I knew I would end up throwing my possessions out the window at the workmen’s heads. Luckily, boyfriends exist almost exclusively for situations like these. I called up Steven and told him I was moving in with him for the next four weeks. He hesitated for a moment as I knew he would. He had a housemate, Gavin, and Gavin hated me. I could not tell you why. Suffice it to say, Gavin was an insufferable ass and would not be pleased with me coming to live with him. But between Gavin’s hatred and construction workers depriving me of those sweet 2 hours of sleep before I sped through my morning routine to get to work by 9 am, I chose Gavin. Steven capitulated quickly as I knew he would. Such a softy, that guy. Gavin, we would have to deal with later.

  “Hey, Pumpkin-head,” I teased as I arrived and Steven let me into his apartment. I lugged my duffel bag with me and lumbered into the house, feeling myself sigh with relief, knowing that nothing would disturb my sleep tonight.

  “Hey, Bubble-butt,” he said in response, meeting me with a peck on the cheek and grabbing my bags. He led me to his room and laid my bag by his closet. I threw myself gratefully on his bed.

  “Aw,” said Steven sympathetically. “How you feeling, Bu-butt?” This was my shortened nickname. He sat on the bed and massaged my buttocks.

  “Tired. Broken. Relieved. Frightened of your demon housemate. All at once.”

  “Aw, that’s a lot to have on one head.” I nodded my agreement.

  Steven went to make dinner.

  I soon joined him out in the living room, just in time to see Gavin appear in the doorway looking tired. His eyes soon fell on me. They were a startling hazel, a great compliment to his flawless caramel complexion that made me wonder about his skincare regimen. He was actually a very handsome guy but most times his face was fixed in a scowl when he saw me so I never really thought much about his looks.

  I prepared myself and was not disappointed.

  “Stacy,” he said plainly.

  “Hi, Gavin,” I said curtly.

  Steven came out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel.

  “Uh, hey, Gavin, what’s up? Listen… I have to talk about something with you.”

  “Yeah?” said Gavin, his tone more pleasant now as he turned away from me to face Steven.

  “Stacy needs a place to stay for a few says. There’s some construction going on on her street and it’s driving her nuts.”

  “Oh. Ok. It’s your place too so thanks for the heads up. I’ll keep out of your way.”

  “You don’t have to do that…” began Steven.

  “No it’s cool, I’ve got a big project this week anyway, I’ll be holed up in my room most of the time. Welcome to the pad, Stacy. Just as long as you guys are decent in the public spaces, no nakedness or long make out sessions or whatever.”

  He then went into his room.

  I was surprised. I had expected far more resistance. Steven
and I exchanged astonished looks before he went back into the kitchen. Soon we were laughing over dinner then giggling into his room to watch some tv and snuggling up for the night. Steven was a big cuddler. I think he knew how safe he could make a girl feel in his big warm arms. Plus it meant easy access when he felt randy. I fell asleep and woke up all too soon, feeling rested and happy.

  When I had showered in the communal bathroom and gotten ready for work, I went to the kitchen for a cup of coffee.

  Steven had had to leave while I was still showering but I found Gavin by the coffee machine, filling his cup and reading something on his tablet lazily.

  “Morning, Gavin.”

  “Good morning, Niagara Falls.”

  “What?” I asked, puzzled.

  “Well, I know you and Steven like your little nicknames so when what sounded like an endless waterfall cascaded in our shower for 30 minutes, I thought Niagara might be a good name for you.”

  I did not want to fight with anyone so early in the morning. I bit my tongue so as not to say what I really wanted to.

  “I’ll keep it short next time,” I said curtly.

  “Thanks, that would be appreciated, Niagara.”

  I could not look at him. I decided I would get coffee on the way to work instead and headed out. These next four weeks were not going to be as smooth as I imagined.

  ***

  The next couple days went similarly. Gavin was more or less pleasant while Steven was around, obviously torn by his friendship with Steven and his hatred for me.

  I had searched my memory over and over again to understand why he disliked me so much. I had even begged Steven to ask for me. All Steven had reported was that Gavin had said something about me being stuck up. I could not imagine in what way I had acted stuck up around him but that was supposedly the complaint. So there was nothing I could do about his impression because I could only be myself.