by Monica Belle
He shrugged. George pushed his hips forward, showing off the substantial bulge in his trousers.
‘It ain’t going to be so bad for you either, girl.’
‘In your dreams!’
Paul spoke again.
‘If you want to come down from there . . .’
‘Don’t be stupid, if you’re going to come up here you have to put the ladder back, don’t you?’
‘No.’
What was impossible for a small woman in heels was not impossible for a large man in work boots, especially one who seemed to have the climbing skills of a gibbon, or perhaps an orang-utan, which was what he resembled as he swung himself up from level to level. He was taking a hell of a risk, because he was sure to be on camera, and if security couldn’t hear, they could see, and it wasn’t going to take a genius to figure out what was going on. I moved hastily back as he reached the top level, letting him into the gap between the crates, more worried by the prospect of getting caught than having to suck him off. He took my action for assent, grinning from ear to ear as we came into the space at the centre of the shelf, moving a crate to make himself a seat and spreading his thighs wide as he took his place. I put my hands on my hips.
‘And what, exactly, do you think is going to happen?’ I asked.
‘You’re going to give me a blow-job.’
I held my ground, but I knew I was going to do it. He’d got me turned on, but he was just so sure of himself, and that I wanted to suck his cock. Like Niall, like Todd Byrne, he had the guts to demand what he wanted, without begging, without resorting to force, a man’s way. I shook my head.
‘OK, if you insist, but you’re a real pig, you know that, don’t you?’
He just nodded, happy to be a pig as long as he got his cock sucked. I stepped close and went down on my knees, catching the scent of fresh male sweat, then cock as he casually unzipped himself and flopped a fat, pale penis out of his underpants.
‘Take your balls out too,’ I demanded.
As he adjusted himself I was tugging my blouse up over my breasts, which I pulled out, cupping one in each hand, to show him, and to tease my nipples. Both were achingly stiff, raising my desire as I let my fingers brush over them. His penis was stirring as he watched, and on sudden impulse I moved closer, to fold my breasts around the meaty bulk of his prick. He gave a pleased sigh, and began to push it up and down in my cleavage, making his open trousers rub on my nipples and squashing his balls onto my flesh. I squeezed tighter, making his foreskin roll back as he thrust up into the fleshy slide I’d made for him. He gave a groan of pleasure and I kissed the tip of his cock as it popped up, before moving back to take him deep in my mouth.
‘I knew you’d do it, Lucy, you little witch.’
I didn’t answer, too busy sucking cock. He was growing in my mouth, almost stiff, the taste and smell of him thick in my senses. I wanted more, much more, and I was going to get it. When I was done with Paul, he’d send George up, another man to enjoy, without favour, the way I wanted it. I snuggled closer, to take Paul in my hand, tugging at his erection as I began to lick the firm, rough flesh of his balls, tasting salt and man. He was mumbling under his breath in between little gasps, his dirty words making me feel ruder still.
‘That is good, Lucy, fucking good, yeah, right in your mouth. Suck them. Oh, yeah, you are such a good cocksucker, Lucy, a great cocksucker, tits out and all.’
It was crude, dirty, urgent, just the way I felt. I took him back in my mouth, sucking eagerly as I jerked at his shaft and squeezed his balls. He stopped talking, grunted, then flooded my mouth full of come. I swallowed, keen to take it in, down my throat as I sucked hard and pulled as fast as I could. Again and again he erupted down my throat, but I took it, every drop, until at last he was finished. I rocked back on my heels, my head swimming with lust, and smiling.
‘There, was that what you wanted?’
‘Oh yeah, and some. You are good, Lucy, fucking great!’
‘Just you remember it. Now send George up, and you can watch if you like.’
He went, and I sat back, my eyes closed, just letting my feelings build. I could feel the huge metal frame shaking to his weight. It stopped, began again, and I knew George was climbing up. I swallowed hard, my whole body trembling from what I’d done and what I was about to do, kneeling bare-chested in the dust while men came up for me to suck their cocks. I opened my eyes as I heard George’s voice.
‘That good, was it, girl?’
I managed a weak nod.
‘You ain’t seen nothing yet. Ever sucked a black guy?’
Again I nodded, shuffling close as he sat down. I didn’t want to talk, I wanted to suck. My hands went straight to his fly, peeling it down to burrow inside and pull him out. His cock was long and very dark, except for the head, which was fat and pink with a heavy foreskin already peeled back. I took him in my mouth even as I pulled his balls free, sucking and squeezing to make him gasp with pleasure before he spoke again.
‘Do you need this?’ he asked. ‘Not getting it at home, huh?’
I didn’t answer, lost in the pleasure of cock sucking. My hands went to my breasts, to feel their weight and stroke my skin, running my fingers over my stiff nipples as the urge to touch myself between my legs became more urgent. I wanted fucking, good and hard, with a cock in my mouth at the same time, stripped down for action on all fours with a man to pleasure me at either end.
Paul hadn’t come back to watch, which was a shame, and this alone kept my fingers off my pussy as I mouthed and licked at George’s long, deep-purple dick. I’d have done it anyway, and had soon reached back to tug my skirt up over my hips, showing my knickers once more as I imagined them being torn aside for rear entry. Unfortunately the sight of my bum on show was too much for George, who came in my mouth. I just caught it, and took him deep to swallow what he had to give me, sucking it down to leave me dizzier still.
I was going to masturbate in front of him, badly in need of my orgasm and wanting to salvage what I could of male attention. He was grinning, well pleased with himself for the state he’d got me in, and would have stayed had not the foreman’s voice called for him, abrupt and a little angry, and right next to us. I looked around, to find Dave standing between the boxes, his expression working between lust and annoyance. I was babbling immediately.
‘Don’t be cross, please. I’ll do you too. Come on, let me suck your cock.’
He didn’t need asking twice. A jerk of his thumb had dismissed George and he’d taken his place on the packing case. I went to him, crawling, to unzip him and take him in my mouth. He was older, still soft. Maybe he’d take longer, long enough to let me get my rocks off properly with him still in my mouth. I had to do it, for all I needed two men. As he began to swell I was pushing my knickers down at the back, right down, to leave them taut between my knees, the feel of the cotton cutting into my flesh keeping me aware of what I was showing behind – my swollen cunt ready for penetration.
I thought Dave might respond, and I’d have let him, but he just watched, cool and quiet as his cock grew slowly to erection in my mouth. He had to be hard before I came, and I was teasing myself, stroking the soft bulge of my pussy mound, my tits, my bottom and thighs, bringing myself higher and higher until I could bear it no more. My fingers found the wet crease of my sex. I was masturbating as I sucked cock, with Dave wanking himself into my mouth, faster and faster still.
He was going to come, and I held off, right on the brink, thinking of what I’d done, what I was doing, cocksucking on my knees as I played with myself, three men in a row, so naughty, so dirty, so good. I was taking it from them and pleasing them with my dirty antics. It always gave me such a thrill to turn guys on to the point where they couldn’t hold back, had to have me, desperate to spurt into me.
Dave shot in my mouth and I pressed hard on my clit at the same instant. I was vaguely aware of voices, but I didn’t care, rubbing myself as I swallowed down his spunk with my orgasm singing in my head and
throbbing between my legs. It was only at the very peak I realised I was being watched. A pair of scuffed work boots appeared at the edge of my vision, another man admiring my naked body as I wriggled in orgasm and struggled to swallow down the foreman’s come.
I pulled back. Words were exchanged, quite crossly, but I wasn’t really listening. John was there, sitting himself down with his cock already flopped out of his trousers, right in my face. My muscles were still twitching in orgasm, and as he took me by the hair and pulled me down I took him in without arguing. I could hear others too, and knew I’d be expected to suck them all, six men, the fourth now in my mouth. I was tired, my jaw aching, my knees sore, but I was determined to go through with it, to milk every last drop of pleasure from my experience and every last drop of come from their cocks.
John took no time at all, holding me by the hair and fucking my mouth. I was off balance, still horny but starting to lose control. Not that it mattered, they were going to have me and that was that. John came in my mouth and I struggled to swallow, gasping for breath as the next man replaced him, my fifth, with the sixth watching, his cock in his hand as I went down on his mate. I didn’t even know his name, but it didn’t matter. We were not about to have polite conversation.
I was going to be made to do it, to suck and fuck at the same time, just as I’d wanted. It was too good to miss, and as the man I was sucking began to wank into my mouth, I gave my bottom an encouraging wiggle to show I was ready and willing. He wasn’t, his cock was limp in his hand, and I pulled back, to take him in, praying his mate would know what to do. He just laughed, tugging at himself as I began to kiss and lick at the other’s cock and balls, determined to get him stiff.
The first guy moved behind me, and the most delicious melting sensation ran through me as I realised he was going to put it in me. The head of his dick touched between my bum cheeks. I pulled back, teasing him before he grabbed me and then shoved it right in, filling me and pushing my breath out in one long gasp. He grunted, thrusting hard as I struggled to get his mate’s still limp equipment in my mouth. The cheeky sod had come, deep up me, jammed in against my bottom as he emptied his balls into my body.
Disappointment filled me even as I took the other man’s cock back in my mouth. It was so close, but they’d failed to give me what I so badly needed, and I was left to suck off one last man before it would be otherwise. I’d still do it, so as not to hurt his feelings, but as I mouthed on his cock and tickled under his balls I was thinking of how pathetic men can be about performing in front of each other. Again I caught the sound of voices, the security men, and I realised we’d been caught. It was over.
The guy I was sucking swore and pulled quickly away, darting off between the cases even as the biggest of the two security men, Mike, shouldered his way into the space. He took one look at me and his mouth came open in surprise and lust. I had to offer, because I wanted it, because he was one of the biggest, roughest men I’d ever seen; and it was the only way of keeping myself from being sacked.
‘You can have a go too, come on.’
I didn’t wait for an answer, pulling at his fly. His hands went to mine, just briefly, but I could feel his cock bulging in his trousers, and he could feel me. I pulled him out, straight into my mouth, sucking on his thick, fleshy prick even as his mate arrived.
‘What are you-?’
‘Shut up, Ismael, wait your fucking turn!’
Ismael didn’t answer, but just stood staring as I guided the security guard down onto the packing case. I took his balls out to suck them, eager to oblige and to keep my job. My bum was sticking up behind me, available, my pussy open and ready – surely a tempting target? I half turned, to give Ismael a nod of encouragement before taking Mike’s cock back in. Still he stood watching. I wiggled my bum, willing him to take me, and before Mike came in my mouth. Still he failed to react, gaping like a fish. I pulled back, gasping.
‘Just fuck me, will you, you dozy git!’
His mouth fell open, but the next instant he was snatching at the buckle of his belt. As it came loose I’d taken Mike back in my mouth, now sucking contentedly with my bottom well lifted for entry, and watching from the corner of my eye. Mike laughed as Ismael nearly fell in his urgency to get his trousers down, but there was not going to be a problem. His long, dark cock was already half stiff, and he got straight down behind me.
I closed my eyes in bliss as I moved my pursed lips slowly up and down on Mike’s shaft, acutely aware of every sensation my body was bringing me as I was prepared for my fucking. Ismael’s cock settled between my bum cheeks, rubbing in my crease. I could feel it stiffening and growing to make a long, hard bar, before he pushed it down. Big hands closed in the flesh of my hips. His cock pushed at my entrance, in among the wet folds, to send a jolt of ecstasy right through me as he touched my clit, and then up me.
It was happening, what I’d imagined so many times: two men inside me, my body held in big, strong hands, rocking between them on their cocks. Mike had taken hold of my head, while Ismael’s fingers were locked deep in the flesh of my hips. I couldn’t have escaped if I’d wanted to. But I didn’t. Anything but. What I wanted was to be fucked, long and hard, mouth and pussy full of cock, my breasts naked, Ismael’s solid body pushing onto my bare bum over and over as his erection slid in and out inside me.
I had to come again, and my fingers flew back to my pussy as I fought to keep my balance. They found the wet flesh, mine soft, then Ismael’s hard as he eased himself in and out. These guys had full control, enjoying my body, and I could let go completely, concentrating on the feeling of a double fucking as I began to rub. It was perfect, so naughty, so rude – me on my knees with my clothes dishevelled to show my breasts and my bottom, my pussy too; kneeling to suck man after man after man.
It was too much to take in without coming, which was what I was going to do. I should have held off, teased myself, waiting until they were ready and I could have had my body filled as I came. I couldn’t, my need was too strong to hold back as I went wild, squirming my body on their erections, sucking frantically on Mike, wiggling my bum on Ismael, desperate for more contact as my body went tight, and I was there.
I would have screamed. I would have screamed the warehouse down if I’d hadn’t had several inches of thick, hard penis in my mouth to keep me quiet. Mainly I’d have screamed for the sheer ecstasy I was in, but also because at the exact moment I hit my peak so did they, together, and as my body jerked and shook in orgasm I was being pumped full of thick, hot spunk, the perfect detail to a perfect climax.
Just possibly – just – I might not have indulged myself with the entire male staff of the Tilbury bond if it hadn’t been for my sense of pique at Niall expecting to shag my friends without allowing me the same latitude. Then again, probably not, but perhaps I might have felt a teeny bit guilty. As it was, I was absolutely singing, and the only bad thing about it was that I’d have liked to be able to share my experience with Niall, describing what had happened in glowing detail until he’d been fit to burst and then getting down to business ourselves.
I couldn’t do that, sadly, although it was nearly as much fun describing what had happened on the phone to Bobbie and Sophie, both of whom were creaming themselves by the time I’d finished. As well as being desperate to tell them, I’d called to make sure we were on for Saturday night. I now felt good about it, having disposed of my reservations, and was up for just about anything Niall could think up, along with a few ideas of my own.
Sadly it was not to be. Aside from drooling over my experience, Sophie was not on good form, in bed with a nasty cold and not up for anything. Bobbie didn’t want to play without Sophie, and was also due on, souring her mood and making her insecure about enjoying herself in front of Niall. We agreed to postpone, setting a firm date for the following week, when with luck all three of us would be on form.
Niall was less than happy, and took a lot of convincing that we hadn’t simply chickened out. We went out anyway, just the t
wo of us, drinking in the West End because I couldn’t face Gogarty’s, then back to his house for whiskey and sex. I did my best, and it was good. The first time we’d barely got the door closed behind us, and he had me on the floor in the hall, on my back with my jeans and knickers pulled down and my legs rolled up to let him get into me. He’d been getting wound up to it all evening, and he’d come in moments, leaving me more in need than ever.
It took me a short while to tease him back into action. I put the Prodigy on and stripped for him, fast and rude, making a show of my bum, right in his face and when I was nude pouring Jameson’s down my tits so that he could lick it off. He’d left his cock out and I went down as soon as the music had finished, naked on my knees to him as I slowly sucked him back to erection. As soon as he was ready I mounted up in his lap, thighs spread wide so he could play with my breasts as I stroked myself and felt his balls and his cock where his shaft filled me out. I came like that, rubbing at myself and snatching at his balls while he bounced me on his erection.
Even as I came I was imagining how much better it would have been with a second man to slip his cock into my mouth as Niall and I fucked, and it was the same later. Niall had me on the bed after I’d showered, kneeling with my bottom up for rear entry and his thumbs holding my cheeks spread wide. It felt glorious, and it was him I wanted in me, no question; but even with his hand tucked in under myself to bring me off I was imagining how it would be to have him fuck me while one man after another enjoyed my mouth.
I’d learned how it feels to have two men attend to me at once, and I wasn’t going back.
6
23 August, 7.30 a.m. – Lucy Doyle wakes to the sound of her radio alarm, ready for another day.
23 August, 7.58 a.m. – the telephone rings, presumably Mrs Maryam Smith with the weekly assignment.
23 August,7.59 a.m. – Lucy Doyle is no longer ready for another day.
IT WAS MARYAM Smith, and she wanted me in at Super Staff, preferably half-an-hour ago. She didn’t say why, and she sounded so pissed off I didn’t dare ask. I was close to panic as I struggled to make-up and get my shit together, and it didn’t get any better. As I sat on the tube, all the things that might have gone wrong were going round and round in my head.