Dirty Bad Strangers

by Jade West

  She laughed. “Ok, Figi, if you say so. I give you a month before you’ve fallen for him, and then see how much of a deal breaker couscous and socks in bed are.”

  The flutter in my stomach told me she was wrong.

  It wouldn’t be a month. It was already happening.

  ***

  Jason knew my schedule and it showed. He called the minute I signed off from my shift.

  “Are you sure you’re ok, dirty girl? Maybe I should have been there.”

  “I’m good,” I said, and I meant it. “It was crazy.”

  “Crazy good or crazy fucked up?”

  “Both.”

  He was silent for a long moment. “How is your week, Gemma?”

  “It’s filled with a dirty bad stranger. I can’t seem to keep my mind off him.”

  “Good. I like that.”

  Do you? Really? Do you think of me?

  “And yours, Jason? How is your week? Trucks trucking on schedule?”

  He sighed. “I’ve had better weeks.”

  “Tell me about it,” I groaned. “My friend Chelsea caused a whirlwind of drama last weekend. I’m just waiting for the fallout. She’s brought it all on herself. Friends, eh? What can you do?”

  The tone in his voice was strangely demanding. “What happened?”

  “At the club we went to, Kings, she tried it on with a footballer and got blown out. Someone snapped a photo of her jumping on him, and she got herself a stupid tabloid deal. Made up a load of shit that isn’t true. It’ll come back to bite her on her pretty little ass.”

  “Jason Redfern, I’ve seen it. Will she take it back? Save herself the grief?”

  “No chance. Thinks it’s her break. She’s always been a selfish cow. The guy’s married, famous but married. I’m sure his shit smells the same as the rest of us. Must have really fucked things up for him, it’s all over the news.” I groaned. “She’s wanted to be famous for as long as I can remember, and her latest fad is the footballer’s wife shit. Don’t think she’s going the best way about it.”

  “How about you, Gemma? Don’t you fancy being a footballer’s wife?”

  I laughed aloud. “Fuck no. Can’t think of anything worse. Cameras in your face 24/7, all of your business all over the TV. Being famous would be my worst nightmare, I’d rather stay unknown, my own private kind of weird.”

  “I imagine it would be challenging.”

  “Horrible, you mean. Anyway, I think I’m safe on that front. You should have seen the women in that club, I don’t think I have the makings of a celebrity wife, somehow. Not even if some drunk Singer lad groped my ass.”

  “I don’t want to hear any more of that rubbish. You’re a beautiful, fiery, vivacious woman, Gemma. And you have a fucking gorgeous pussy.” His voice was low, gravelly. Hot. “Is my dirty girl ready for round two?”

  “Will you be there this time?”

  “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

  His words gave me tingles. “When?”

  “Tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at eight. Wait for me in the entrance, blindfolded.”

  ***

  Chapter Fifteen

  Gemma

  I dressed to impress. Not Chelsea style. Gemma style. A soft lace dress which skimmed my curves, deep purple to contrast the bright glow of my hair. I twirled in the mirror on my dainty black heels, and my dress flared out from my waist in floaty ripples. Perfect.

  I checked the time as I styled my hair, heart pounding at the realisation Jason must be on his way.

  Two men. Two strangers. Two thick cocks to push their way deep inside.

  I wanted them. Fuck, how I wanted them.

  I thought about it while I applied my mascara — how they’d feel as they shared my pussy. I hoped it would feel as good I imagined, pinned between two hard bodies as they took me however they wanted. Two hard cocks joined together, pushing into me. The very thought had my pussy tingling with anticipation. My hand had lifted the hem of my dress and was inside my knickers before I stopped and checked myself. The clock was ticking. I opted for a pale pink lipstick, the natural look, and took one last glance in the mirror before I put my coat on and made my way downstairs.

  I thumbed the blindfold in my pocket as I stood in the darkness with my back to the entrance. Anytime now.

  I heard the rumble of a vehicle turn onto our parking area. My heart stuttered. Mouth dry. Stomach fluttering. Nerves. Just nerves.

  I slipped the blindfold on.

  The engine died right next to me. A horrible flash of panic as the door creaked open behind me, in case it might not be him.

  “Time to go, dirty girl.”

  His voice made me jump. Of course it was him. Jason’s hand gripped my elbow, leading me to his vehicle, pulling open the door, then helping me up into a seat. It was high enough that he had to give my ass a shunt. A 4x4 most definitely. I sat still as he buckled me in, arranging the seat belt tight between my tits and I groaned when he gave my nipples a tweak for the pleasure.

  A few seconds and he was in the driver’s seat, starting up the engine. We rumbled off the yard, turning right onto the main street.

  “Where are we going?”

  “Out of the city,” he said.

  I followed the curves in the road, stomach fluttering with every bump and lurch. My knees were tight together, hands gripping the edges of the seat.

  “Relax, Gemma.”

  He squeezed my knee and pulled it towards him, coaxing my thighs apart. I let them fall open to make way for his fingers. He hunted my clit and I squirmed as he hit the spot, hitching forward in my seat to give him access.

  “Who am I going to be fucking, Jason?” I gasped.

  He withdrew his fingers and I heard him suck them before he answered. “Strangers, dirty girl. Dirty bad strangers.”

  My clit pulsed at his words and sparks flew to my belly. “How many?” I gasped.

  “No more questions, dirty girl. You’ll find out soon enough.”

  We were on minor roads now, not driving so fast, the road rising and falling and curving this way and that. I found a handhold above the door to stop from swaying about. The vehicle slowed almost to a stop, we took a sharp left and the road became bumpy, like a farm track.

  “Are you feeling horny, dirty girl?”

  My tits jiggled as the vehicle bumped along. Horny? “Hell yes,” I breathed. “I can’t wait.”

  I jumped at his hand on my right tit. I jumped again when he squeezed it.

  “Me too,” he said, “two cocks, Gemma. Imagine that. Two fat cocks in your pussy at the same time, stretching you wide.”

  My breath hitched. Nerves building. Excitement too. Jesus!

  The car stopped, and Jason turned off the engine. He let himself out, and I heard him speaking with another man outside. The man’s voice was deep. A countryside twang to it.

  I wondered how old he was. If he was ripped like Jason. I wondered about his cock, too. How big he would be? Would he be thick? Hairy? Long and veiny and fucking gorgeously meaty like Jason? How would he feel inside me? How the hell would it feel with two cocks fucking me at once? Jesus, Gemma Taylor, you know how to have a good time. Your mother would be proud.

  My door opened and hands unclipped my seatbelt, then reached for me. Jason’s hands – I could tell. He helped me to the ground, taking my hand in his and leading me along behind him with no introduction whatsoever. I could feel the stranger’s eyes on me, hear his breath, his careful footsteps. He was close. I wanted him to touch me, but he didn’t. I guessed the touching would start soon enough. The ground was rough, like soil. Then concrete. My heels clacked all the way.

  “Step,” Jason said, and we were inside. A house. I could smell a room fragrance. White lily. One of the ones that plug in. I followed without question until Jason let go of my hand.

  “Strip, Gemma. Everything off.”

  I took a deep breath, then stepped out of my heels and kicked them away. My dress was easy. I pulled it over my head and
let it fall at my feet. My heart was thumping by the time I slid down my knickers, adrenaline making me heady. I could feel them staring at me, the stranger’s eyes burning. I knew I was blushing, goose pimpled, too.

  Heavy hands landed on my skin. Four hands touched me. Groped me. Four hands squeezed, and teased and poked tender flesh. Chubby flesh. Soft, white freckled flesh. Fuck, oh fuck.

  Jason’s tongue traced around my lips, groaning into my mouth as I opened wide for him. His mouth slid away and a stranger’s lips took his place. A stranger’s tongue forcing its way inside, flickering around mine with a pleasant taste of mint. And then both of them, a mass of wet fucking tongues, sucking and poking and sharing mine between them. Fuck. So fucking dirty.

  Four strong hands pushed me down. Four strong hands forced me to my knees. I heard the men undressing, the rustle of clothes thrown over furniture. They took position either side of me.

  Oh God.

  Hands on my chubby bits, stroking and squeezing my wobbly belly. Then on my tits again, squeezing, and pulling. It felt fucking amazing. I lolled my head back as hungry mouths found my nipples.

  “Please! Yes!”

  They sucked hard in tandem, one gorgeous mouth on each tit, loud slurps that were deliciously fucking horny, nipping and tugging at my nipples, and the tingles shooting down my belly made me shudder and groan. I held each head tight to my tits. The stranger’s hair was short, more wiry than Jason’s. I gripped at their hair at pressed them into me, teeth grinding, nipping, sucking. Oh, God. It felt so fucking incredible.

  “Harder...” I hissed.

  I arched my back into their mouths, sliding my hand between my thighs. Jason slapped it away.

  “No,” he groaned around my nipple.

  “Please...” I whispered. “Please fuck me...”

  He smacked his lips as he pulled away. “Your sweet little clit needs some love, doesn’t it dirty girl?”

  He didn’t wait for an answer, lowering himself until his breath was on my pussy lips. I gasped for him, and again as the stranger pinched my nipple hard between his teeth.

  Jason’s tongue flicked along my slit, digging in until he found my clit. I was concentrating so hard on how good it felt, that the hard thump of cock against my cheek caught me off guard.

  The stranger grunted. “Open your mouth. Suck me.”

  I opened wide for him as Jason’s tongue swirled my clit. Jesus! He teased until my breath was ragged, until I was rasping with every squelch of fat cock in my throat. Then he backed away.

  Jason’s cock was twitchy when it pressed against my cheek.

  “Open up,” he said. “Take two like a good girl.”

  I opened as wide as I could, but it wasn’t enough.

  “Hands behind your back and give me your mouth,” Jason barked. “Don’t fight.”

  I didn’t fight, clasping my hands behind my back as the two men used my face. They hooked their fingers around my lips to open me wider, pushing two cocks as deep as they would fit. They were rough. Shunting and shoving and grunting. Gurgles from my throat sounded so filthy, so fucking wrong. I hooked my arms around solid legs and braced against the onslaught, choking, gagging, saliva dribbling onto my tits.

  “Isn’t she the prettiest little dirty girl you’ve ever fucking seen?” Jason growled.

  “Fuck, yeah,” the stranger groaned. “I love her wet little throat.”

  “Just wait until you try her wet little cunt.”

  My clit sparked at the thought.

  “Dirty girl wants two cocks inside her,” Jason said. “She wants to be stretched until she’s gaping, until she’s crying for mercy, until we’ve destroyed her sweet little snatch.”

  I gurgled and spluttered around their dicks in affirmation.

  They pulled their cocks away and a gush of saliva splashed over my tits. I must have looked a filthy mess.

  “Tell us, Gemma, tell us what you want.”

  I tweaked my aching nipples, mouth still lolling wide. I could feel myself falling away. Sinking into the dirty place.

  “Use me,” I whispered. “All my holes.”

  “More…”

  “I want two cocks... two fat cocks... I want you to stretch me... please stretch me, oh fucking please...”

  “More!” he growled.

  “Oh God, Jason, use my pussy! Make me fucking gape for you... both my holes... fucking take me! Fuck me up! I want it so bad!”

  “I want you to show my friend how much you need his cock, Gemma.” Four hands guided me again, pulling and positioning and spreading out my legs. They guided me onto the stranger’s naked body, and I felt his fat cock press against my belly. He wasn’t as long as Jason, but he had girth on him.

  “Ride him, dirty girl, ride that fat cock.”

  I gave it my best shot, leaning back as he rubbed the head against my slit. I lowered myself, all the way and his thickness slid inside me. God it felt so nice.

  “Sweet fucking cunt,” he growled.

  The stranger’s hands groped at my pussy, squirming his fingers into my flesh.

  Jason’s voice in my ear. “Ride that cock, dirty girl, ride it for me.”

  “Yes...”

  The stranger pulled me flat, until my tits were pressed against his chest. He was hairy and solid, big hands gripping me tight. And then he pumped me, hard and fast, and my ass smacked and rippled as he fucked me like a machine. I could only moan and groan as took me away, the warm glow of orgasm starting to spread within.

  Then he stopped, held me still as Jason’s hands spread my ass from behind. I squealed as Jason slid a thumb in.

  “One day soon, dirty girl,” he growled. “One day soon there’ll be so many cocks you’ll be a fucking wreck. A used up, spent, gaping fucking wreck...”

  He started fucking my ass with his thumb and I could feel it moving against the stranger’s dick inside me. “Oh God, yes!” I hissed.

  “You’re going to take us both, Gemma, right now. You want that?”

  “Yes!”

  He slapped his cock against my ass as I squirmed on the man underneath me. My tits felt so good against the stranger’s hairy chest, my clit grinding between us.

  “Fuck me, Jason! Please fuck me!”

  He yanked his thumb away and pushed the head of his cock inside and it was so fucking tight. I felt my ass protesting, stretching, burning raw around his cock.

  “Take it,” he growled. “Take it!”

  “Fuck me!” I hissed, “Just fucking fuck me!”

  I cried out as he buried himself to the hilt, coming to rest on top of me, on top of both of us. It felt so fucking crazy. Two fat cocks in me, two men in control. And I loved it. I fucking loved it.

  “How hard do you want it, dirty girl?”

  Jason’s breath on my back. The stranger’s minty breath in my face.

  “Hard!” I screamed. “FUCK ME HARD!”

  Oh fuck, how they fucked me. The stranger bucked, ploughing my pussy deep. Jason changed his angle, going so much fucking deeper, the sensation of the two hard cocks stretching me and passing over each other inside me was a burning orgasm waiting to explode. I could hear the slap of balls against balls. And the grunts, from all three of us, low and loud in the room.

  I let them use me, and they used me good, turning me into a panting, aching, horny fucking wreck as they pounded their way towards orgasm.

  “Come for me,” Jason growled. “Come for me, dirty girl.”

  His words lit the touch paper, setting me on fucking fire. I exploded, holes pulsing and clenching tight around their fat cocks, and I gurgled and moaned and squealed my crazy fucking head off. The stranger underneath me cursed as he shot his load, telling me what a perfect fucking gash I had and how fucking good it felt around his prick. Jason wasn’t far behind, gripping my chubby arse as he slammed into me.

  He pulled out and cried out as he came. I felt his hot cum splatter my ass before dribbling down towards my pussy.

  I relaxed against the stranger’s
chest, breath calming and holes on fucking fire.

  Jason slapped my ass, and I knew it was over.

  I felt him at my side, sitting close as he caught his breath.

  “Hot,” he said. “That was fucking hot. What do you think, Steve?”

  Steve.

  Steve the stranger laughed. “That was really something special.”

  “I told you she was a dirty girl, didn’t I?”

  I felt strangely proud. Aching like a bastard but fucking proud.

  “She’s gorgeous.” Steve smoothed my hair, ran his fingers down my back with surprising tenderness.

  I smiled, strangely comfortable.

  “Maybe next time you could bring your gothic friends, too,” Steve said.

  My ears pricked. “Gothic friends?”

  “From the club,” he said. “After the burlesque-whatsit. The ones we saw you with.”

  A hitch of breath from Jason.

  What the?

  Oh my fucking God.

  ***

  Chapter Sixteen

  Jason

  I caught Gemma’s hands as she reached for her blindfold. “Stop,” I said. “Just wait.”

  “You’ve been watching me? Both of you? What the fuck, Jason?”

  Steve mouthed sorry in my direction. Stupid dumb prick.

  “Let me explain,” I said, “and if you still want to take the blindfold off, I won’t stop you.”

  I let go of her hands, and they dithered before she folded her arms across her chest. Across her breasts. She pulled her knees up, covering as much of her gorgeous nakedness as she could.

  “My dress, please.”

  She got to her feet and struggled her way into it, shaking off my attempts to help her. I put her shoes in front of her, and she reluctantly accepted my arm to step into them. She wrestled with her coat on her own, then screwed up her knickers and shoved them into a pocket, her expression blank.

  Shit.

  She held onto my arm as I led her out to the car, but hoisted herself up without any assistance and buckled herself in.