by Nicole Fox
“Pain in the ass,” he replied as he undid my jeans.
“Asshole,” I said as I worked at his belt and rubbed furiously on the front of his jeans, loving how hard he already was.
He groaned at my touch. “Bitch,” he growled as his hips ground his manhood into my hand.
“Keep talking like that,” I said as I unsnapped his jeans and pulled down his zipper, “and I won't let that filthy mouth anywhere near me.”
He pulled his shirt off, tossed it aside as he kissed me again. His hands wrapped around my back and undid my bra, pulled it from my shoulders and threw it on the floor with his tee. I arched into his hand as ran a thumb roughly over my nipple, tweaked it hard, and pulled my body into his. I growled at the pleasure mixed with a drop of pain, loving how dirty he made me feel.
“You know you like my mouth filthy,” he said before kissing me again as I kicked off my shoes and he began to pull at the waistband of my jeans. He shoved them down over my hips and ass, and my panties became of pool of cloth around my ankles.
“Good point,” I replied, smiling as I dropped to his feet and began to untie his boots. “But you're still a fucking liar.”
When I finished with his boots he stepped out of them and I helped him get his jeans and briefs off. His cock pressed against my belly as I crushed my body to his. He reached down behind me, grabbed the cuffs as we continued to kiss. He took first my left hand from his body, put it behind my back and snapped the bracelet down.
I bit his lip, loving the way the cold steel felt on my hot skin. God, I wanted him to fuck me. I thought I'd wanted it before, all our previous times, but not like this. He groaned as he grabbed my other wrist and twisted my arms behind my back, joining it with the other. He snapped the bracelet down over it, his hands running up and down my arms as we continued to kiss standing next to the bed.
I struggled against the cuffs, my chest forced out in front of me with the way I was forced to now hold my arms. He broke the kiss and sat down on the edge of the bed. He pulled me down by my waist, forcing me to my knees in front of him, my head between his tree-trunk thighs as he gently brushed my cheek with the back of his hand.
I looked his cock dead on, my mouth watering in anticipation as I eyed its throbbing length. I wanted him, but I wanted him to tell me what to do. I looked up to his eyes, my lips half-parted, my tongue snaking out to caress them.
“Suck me, slut,” he groaned, his voice so subtly powerful and full of desire.
I shivered again like before, and lowered my lips to his cock, taking him into my mouth as he threaded his fingers through my long blonde hair and grabbed a firm hold of my locks. His smell and taste filled my senses as I swirled my tongue around him and I fucked my mouth on his length.
His hips began to move almost immediately, his murmurs and groans more than enough encouragement for me as I worked his shaft with my tightly pursed lips, stroking him with my mouth as I bobbed my head on his cock. Soon, my saliva was running from the corner of my lips, dripping off my chin and onto his thighs and balls. He pushed to the back of my mouth, gagging me as he pushed into my throat. I opened my mouth wider, tried to swallow and relax as I desperately strove to take more and more of him.
“Yeah,” he groaned as he thrust faster into my mouth, “such a good cocksucker. You love that cock, don't you, slut?”
I moaned a ‘yes’ around his hot shaft, suddenly desperate to please him as he stroked a hand over my cheek and brushed the hair from my eyes. I looked up at him, my eyes tearing up around the edges as I gagged on him.
“That's enough,” he growled, yanking my head from his crotch. “Stand up.”
I rose shakily to my feet, my jaw popping as he roughly grabbed me by the hips and spun me around. He pushed my legs apart and pulled me onto his lap as he spread my sex. I arched my back and readied myself for entry. Between gravity and his strong forceful hands, I slid inexorably down his massive organ, screaming as I took all of him in one go, my thighs shaking with pleasure, my toes curling as I felt him bottom out inside of me. “Oh, Kort,” I groaned.
He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me back against his chest with one hand pulling and tugging at my nipple, twisting it with a hardness and cruelty that offset the pleasure from my pussy. With the other on my hips he lifted me all the way up and down like a feather. I threw my head back onto his shoulder, my back arched, my breasts pointed to the ceiling, as my voice broke into a keening wail as an orgasm ripped through me.
He leaned down, bit my neck, his hips moving his cock in and out of me in time with his arms, as my body spasmed under his attention. When I'd finished shaking he pulled us back onto the bed and lay back. My arms twisted behind me uncomfortably, somehow thrilling me even more. He reached one hand down between my legs and grabbed my thigh hard, pulling me apart for him as he began to fuck me long and hard from behind.
I panted through dry lips, licking them desperately to try and keep them moist. I cried out again as his other hand forgot my breast and found my clit instead. I bucked against his hand, my eyes rolling back in my head, as I cried out his name again. “Don't stop, Kort! Please don't stop!”
He fucked faster and I was completely helpless and at his mercy, his strong arms holding me in a place, but his cock making sure I never wanted to go anywhere else. “You love my cock, don't you?”
“God yes,” I groaned as I gyrated my hips and ground myself into his hand as he each of his strokes hit my g-spot. I cried out again as he stood up with me still on his cock and turned me around so I was bent over the bed. My mouth hung open in pleasure as he continued to use me for his pleasure.
He picked me up my legs, shoved them onto the bed so I was still on my face and my knees were propped on the mattress. He shoved my face forward, burying it in the covers as he grabbed my long blonde hair from behind. He pounded me hard and fast from behind, my ass and thighs shaking with each thrust. I pushed back into him, wishing there was somehow a way to get more of him into me, to somehow fill me even fuller.
His hands grabbed my thighs again, his thumbs on my ass cheeks, spreading them lewdly. He began to rub me on my pink little hole. I knew what he was going to do next. It was almost instinctual. Normally, I didn't like that kind of thing, but with Kort, I'd suddenly never wanted anything more. He pushed a finger into my ass as he drove into me harder from me behind, and it was like I'd been riding a lightning rod dildo and a bolt of electricity had struck my insides.
I clenched up around his cock as I screamed in ecstasy, my whole body contorting and shaking against my handcuffs. I grabbed at the air, trying to feel him with my hands and his finger slid inside me. I pushed back like a whore for him, trying to get more than just the barest amount.
“You ready for the real thing, Lydia?” he growled as he pulled his cock from me.
Was I? After all my years, I'd never done anything like that, not with any man or by myself. Although, I'd always been a little curious. And now, with my pussy figuratively on fire and Kort behind me, threatening to mount me, I wanted to be stuffed by him more than anything. Oddly, it was like there was nothing else that would ever bring us this close. This was my first time, and I wanted it to be with him.
I nodded fervently into the cushion. “Be gentle, please,” I said, my voice coming out as unexpectedly urgent whine. “I've never . . .”
“You've never, huh?” he said as he pushed his massive cock against my asshole. “Never what?”
I didn't reply at first as he moved his hands to stroke my slit and toy with it. I just closed my eyes and moaned, knowing how exposed and at his mercy I was with my ass and pussy in the air like this for him. He scooped up some of my juices with his fingers, spread them on my puckered hole. “You have to say it, Lydia. You have to say it for me, or I won't do it.”
I made a whining noise, secretly loving the humiliation he was making me feel. “Fucked in the ass.”
“Beg me for it, then,” he ordered as he put the head of his cock against my back entrance
and began to draw my hips onto him.
It hurt at first. It felt like I was a virgin all over, and I was being torn apart for the first time. But it was such a good, intense feeling like nothing I'd ever experienced before. I cried out a little, panting into the covers. “Please, Kort, please fuck me there. Please.”
He swatted my ass hard as he pushed deeper into me. “Good girl,” he growled as he released my hair and grabbed hold of the link between the cuffs, his fingers grabbing the chain tightly. “Now stay steady. This may hurt a little.”
I gasped as he pushed deeper into me, stretching me around him. He'd been huge everywhere else, but here he felt awesomely gigantic. I cried out as he pushed deep into me, my whole body shaking from the intensity of it. I felt myself shake around his cock, and I began to cum before he could even start to fuck me. He slid out of me, then back in, then out. Over and over.
Time seemed to stand still, the motions of the clock replaced only by the motions of the bed, the ticks and tocks nothing more than alternating waves of pleasure as my whole body seemed to explode because of him. He picked up his pace, swearing loudly as he started to pound into me harder, truly using me. I felt his balls slapping against my exposed pussy, each time like a light smack that sent my pleasure higher. I pushed back against him as his balls tightened.
“I'm going to cum,” he groaned.
“Please,” I cried out, shaking around his tool, as I came again and felt its warmth trickle down the inside of my thighs, “cum in me Kort.”
He roared as he began to fill me, his cock seeming to grow inside, pulsing with each surge he sent a tingle deep inside me. We trembled and shook on the bed like it was vibrating, our calls weaving together like some lusty, sexy symphony that echoed throughout the whole motel. Then, as I felt him slowly wilting inside me, and his hands dropped from my body, I let out a long, low sigh of relief. I didn't know how much more I could cum after that.
A moment later, the upstairs and next door neighbors pounded on the ceiling and walls, with additional screams for us to shut the fuck up. Laughing from their objections, he quickly had the keys for my cuffs out, and he undid both sides of the bonds. I rolled over to my side, and he flopped down onto the bed with me, pulling my sweat slick body against his, his hands roaming all over my breasts, stomach, and ass. I rolled over and draped an arm over his damp, tattoo-decorated chest and kissed him squarely on the lips.
“Seemed to enjoy it,” he said with a grin.
“So did you,” I replied as I scraped my nails down his chest and ran one fingertip around his nipple. I kissed him again, sucking his tongue into my mouth for just a moment. “God, that was amazing.”
He grabbed a big handful of my ass and pulled me even closer as I dropped my head to his chest.
“Round two?” I asked as I settled into his strong, dominating, masterful embrace.
“Gonna have to give me a second,” he groaned. “Besides, the night's still young.”
“It sure is,” I agreed, my hand dipping down between his legs and grabbing his cock. “And tomorrow's going to be a long one.”
Even as he began to stiffen in my hand, I knew I was right. Because, even though I realized I was beginning to feel something beyond just my intense physical attraction to this man, I knew I was going to have to betray him if I wanted Pops dead. It wasn't going to work any other way.
I kissed Kort's chest again and snuggled up to him, sighing, just trying to enjoy this brief moment of happiness. It was going to be sad to have to let this one go.
Chapter Fourteen
Kort
With our destination so close, and both of us set on our goal of dethroning Joey Banks, we set out early the next morning. It seemed the air was electric with possibilities as I gassed up the car and we lit out of town, headed for the Warehouse, pushing ninety the whole way. I hadn't wanted to speed like this before with Lydia in the car, since I hadn't been sure of what she'd do with the cops if I was pulled over. At least I knew she was on my side.
By late morning, the expanses of the plains had become dotted by trees. By early afternoon, the stands of trees had become forest of pines and evergreens that swept out as far as I could see. The air seemed heavier here, more humid the closer we came to the gulf. Soon, the pine trees were replaced by oaks and elms, Spanish moss hanging low from their limbs. We were in Louisiana, and you could almost hear the Jazz if you strained your ears enough, or smell the jambalaya and boudin cooking if you sniffed the wind.
I pulled over to gas up the car for the last stretch of the drive. The Warehouse was in the middle of nowhere, and I didn't know how long it would be till I saw another station. I left Lydia in the car, unshackled, and went inside to pay. Soon as I was finished, I gave Xander a call to let him know I had Lydia Banks and I was going in. Of course, I didn't tell him about anything else I had planned.
“Ready?” I asked Lydia as I climbed back in the car.
Her lips formed a firm, thin line, pressed together so hard they were almost white. “I think so,” she replied.
I grabbed her hand, squeezed. “We'll get through this,” I told her. “Together. Okay?”
She nodded. “Yeah,” she said, seemingly forcing a smile as she squeezed back. “Together.”
By evening, we were within spitting distance of Joey's little fiefdom, his own private expanse of land where he lived like a depraved king, a place where the only law was his private whim. Here, where the woods bordered the bayou, and people lived on the edge of poverty, no one cared as long as you had money, and the cops could be easily paid to look the other way.
We turned off the main highway and took to the backroads, following the directions Xander had given me some weeks back. We threaded through the trees, over back creeks, and through a small, deserted town Joey Banks had bought and cleared out.
The road leading up to the Warehouse was unmarked, and we took the turn in silence. Then the trees broke, and we saw Lydia's father's kingdom for the first time.
“Jesus H. Christ on crutch,” she whispered in awe.
“You said it, babe.”
The Warehouse rose fifty feet in the air from the soil like a monstrous concrete monolith, its gray surface stained with water runoff. Each side was at least as long as a football field, maybe longer. No windows were cut into the sides, so it looked like some massive mausoleum plopped down on the edge of the Louisiana bayou.
The Warehouse was Joey's point of import from all places anywhere. South America, the Caribbean, Central America, Mexico. Even Europe and Africa, some whispered. A private air strip crossed one edge of the land, and small planes came in and out all the time with their smuggled goods. One side of the compound even had docks, a place where smugglers could bring their drugs and guns up off the coast, then secret them away in the Warehouse and get them ready for distribution to the rest of the country. Finally, along the backside of the building, there were tractor-trailers lined up for bringing in and taking out goods, distributing overland to all forty-eight continental states.
On the land side a perimeter fence stretched nearly twenty feet high, with razor wire strung across the top, split the Warehouse off from the world outside. A guardhouse stood next to the one entrance in, and it was always manned, day or night. People in our organization figured some of them were ex-military, private contractors just looking for an easy buck. Others were men who had been with Joey from the beginning.
Banks shipped other items in and out, of course. He had to have something to make everything look nice and legal. But, shipping normal dry goods wasn't where he made his money. Far from it. And, over it all, swarmed armed men like ants crawling over a carcass. Men walked the security fence, worked the security gate, and there were even snipers on top of the building. How much money was this costing the old man each day? Private security like this didn't come cheap. Neither did the men who were needed to watch the security cameras that dotted the building, cameras I could see even from this distance. There must have been dozens and do
zens, covering the whole landscape from every angle possible.
“Never seen it before?” I asked as we slowly approached the gatehouse.
She shook her head. “Think my mom would have wanted me raised in this kind of place? Hell no, I've never seen it! Just heard Pops talking to the guys about improvements and all that kind of stuff. I hadn't imagined it'd be this big!”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “Makes the Branch Davidians down in Waco look like amateurs.”
I pulled the Camaro up in front of the gatehouse, with its cross bar down across the road and spike strips laid out. A man with a big fiery red beard and arms as big as mine came out from the gatehouse and approached us with an assault rifle slung at his side. He wore camo fatigues, the kind you'd see in the military. He came around to my window as I began to roll it down, his hand on the rifle's grip.
“What can we do ya for?” he grated in a thick accent as he came to a stop about four feet away from the window, far enough away that I couldn't surprise him by slamming the car door open.