Dirty

by HJ Bellus

  I’m hard as a fucking shaft just thinking about her and way too close to blowing my fucking wad. With my cock tucked back in my pants, I waltz up to the ladies, and toss my white shirt off onto Sheila’s lawn. My hard on doesn’t last long, so I know I’ll have to entertain these ladies for some time.

  “I hear it was someone’s birthday,” I say, reaching the top step.

  They all shake their head for a few moments until the youngest of the group, about thirty-two, raises her hand. “Hell, I’ll be the birthday girl.”

  I push back the other ladies and grab her by the waist, picking her up until her ankles lock behind my back. Ava’s chestnut brown curls float through my mind, her sweet voice, and the way she stares at me assault me. I can’t fucking do this. I need Ava.

  Sheila presses her bared tits to my back and wraps her hand around the front of my jeans, groping my cock. “Ladies, this will be the best five thousand each of you spend.”

  And there it is…my choice. A sexy song fills the house and I attack the woman’s lips until she pulls back, catching her breath. I set her down on the arm of a couch and tear her bra from her chest. My teeth sink into huge nipples while my hand wanders down lower until I’m circling her clit. She definitely lets her friends know she approves of me.

  When I look up, the rest of the women are lined up on the couch just waiting their turn except for Sheila, who’s kneeling down in front of the woman on the end of the couch. I sink two fingers into the pussy in front of me, too magnetized to Sheila to use my mouth on anything.

  She drags the woman’s legs up over her shoulders and then slides her panties to the side. “This is Zane’s hard limit, so let me take care of you.”

  I’m not sure if it’s the pills or watching Sheila going down on another woman that brings my cock to life. The woman wraps her hands in Sheila’s hair as she takes her first lick. The other woman who has no one paying attention to her begins fucking herself with her fingers.

  “You tastes like honey, Kara.” Sheila sits up on her knees and looks over to me. “Want to taste Zane?”

  I can never date. I do this for money and I’m fucking addicted to sex and the feeling of women wanting me more than their next gulp of air. I stand, but keep my fingers in the woman’s tight and wet pussy. I’ll have her squirting before the night’s over.

  “Take my cock out,” I bark to the woman fucking herself. She doesn’t hesitate and has it out in seconds.

  “Suck me now,” I growl and then bend down a bit, grab Sheila’s hair and pull her face up to mine. I let my tongue swirl around in her mouth, lapping up the woman’s taste.

  When I pull back from Sheila, I make a slow and sexy show of licking my lips.

  “Help me, Zane,” Sheila purrs.

  I push her back down to the woman’s pussy and guide her head up and down, watching her lick the woman. I pull my fingers from the woman’s pussy and hear her whine a bit in disappointment and with the other woman’s lips around my cock, I turn to her. One of my hands wraps in the woman’s hair and I force her head further down on me until she gags.

  “What’s your name?” I ask the woman whose sweet pussy has had my fingers in it.

  “Kimmy.” Her cheeks are flushed.

  I crook out my pointer finger and signal her to stand up. “I fucking want you, Kimmy.”

  Her smile is all the fucking go-ahead I need. With lips wrapped around my cock and these women wanting me, it’s all the reminder I need to stay with my roots. Money, addicted to sex, and a fucking king at what I do.

  “I’m going to fill your sweet pussy with my cock real soon,” I whisper into her ear.

  “Okay.” Her response is breathy and excited.

  I pull the lips wrapped around my cock off.

  “Ladies, if you behave, this is what will happen.”

  I go for a condom, I’m fucking solidifying who the fuck I am while fucking these ladies’ brains out.

  I rip Sheila’s panties off and stand her up so her ass is in the air and force her face back down into the pussy she’s treating herself to. I slam into her without a warning and begin fucking her until she’s screaming out my name and letting go all over my cock.

  “Next.”

  8

  Zane

  “Drink too much last night?”

  Sun pours into my room as the blinds are pulled up. It takes me a minute or two to focus on my grandpa and his nurse standing at the end of the bed.

  “Yeah, late night.”

  I look down to see my cock still standing at attention and the groggy feeling in my head clouding all my thoughts.

  “You going to be up to going out to fix the fence today?” he asks.

  “Yeah, give me thirty minutes.”

  “Okay, my nurse is here and I want sunshine today, so she’ll wheel me around.”

  I try to sit up, but fall back down. “Sounds like a deal. I’ll be ready in thirty or so.”

  “Glad to see you finally going out with friends like a kid your age should be.”

  I only smirk at him. I’m twenty-four, hardly a kid, and there was nothing friendly about last night. The door to my room shuts and I notice the claw marks on my chest. I send a quick text to Rhett asking what in the fuck are in his pills, but he doesn’t answer. I’m sure he’s still face deep in a pussy somewhere.

  Scalding hot water melts away the acts from last night. I’ll be the first to admit that I lost all sense of self-control. I broke every single one of my last hard limits just to prove a point to myself that this is the life for me. When my head hit the pillow, my cock was still hard, and Ava’s face haunted my dreams.

  My fist slams into the shower wall. “Fuck.”

  It seems she’s placed a curse on me that I won’t be able to escape. I can’t have her and I know that, but it seems nothing else in my body does. My hardened cock pulses with just the mere thought of her. Instinctively, I wrap my hand around the shaft and slowly begin stroking it from base to tip, squeezing it as tight as possible.

  “When you find out let me know.”

  Her final words from last night roll over and over in my mind. I throw my head back and stare up at the ceiling, quickening the speed of my hand. A low grunt escapes me when a picture of Ava squirming under me enters my mind. Her cheeks are flushed and moans low and consistent as I drive in and out of her. I don’t fuck her like the other women, but rest my elbows on either side of her head and cup her face.

  I begin placing gentle kisses on her forehead and cheeks as I slow my pace, enjoy the feel of her clothing my cock. It’s all so real that my cock pulses in my hand and it takes just two more pumps before I let go and growl out her name. The sound of the water pounding the shower floor masks my growls of complete pleasure.

  I sprayed my load a dozen times last night on the women’s tits and faces, but not one of those releases compared to this one when I had Ava on my mind. The smell of my shampoo and body wash soon fill the shower and after the last few suds are rinsed away, I fall onto the shower wall, resting on my elbows and letting the water wash away the guilt seeded in my own skin.

  Last night brought in twenty-five thousand dollars between the club and Sheila’s house. The ladies paid very well and I made sure they got their money’s worth, leaving satisfied and fucked for weeks.

  I wipe off the streams of water falling from my body and realize that even though I’m as clean as possible, I’m still dirty. I could go rounds and rounds with this debate, but decide to push it out of my mind and go outside to start on the fence.

  “Shower did you good, son,” Grandpa hollers from his wheelchair.

  He’s already over by the section of broken fence with his blue blanket placed over his lap. He’s even sporting a smile this morning. It’s evident he’s come to terms with his decision. It’s going to take me a hell of a lot longer. I wish like hell it was Monday already and not Sunday; I’d march my ass in and pay off the remaining bills.

  I set down my tools next to the wrecked posts an
d smile back at him. It’s the third time this month that some asshole has decided to take out the fence. They’d been getting the mailbox too until Rhett and I put an end to that. It cost me a couple cases of beer, but he and I cemented the fucker down with some left over decorative rocks from a job site.

  It seems some local teenage punks have nothing better to do or it could be a pissed off husband that found out their wife has been paying me for sex. Either way, it’s not okay and will never be and if I find the assholes I’ll beat the fuck out of them.

  “I’m not dumb, Zane.”

  I freeze with a piece of barbwire strung out tight between my hands.

  “I know what you’ve been doing.” Grandpa bends over to the bag next to him and pulls out two ice-cold beers and hands me one.

  “Nancy went back into the house and we’re going to have this conversation right now.” He pops open the tab on his can and takes a long drink.

  “I don’t think you should be drinking that poison, old man.” I try to ease my message when in reality I want to rip the beer from his hand and dump it.

  “I’m pretty sure I’m old enough and have more years under my belt than you, Zane.” The defiant little shit takes another long drink.

  Instead of arguing with him, I continue stringing the barbwire on the new, solid posts and listen to him between his long pulls from the beer. Mine lays on its side in the dirt while I work.

  He doesn’t drop the subject. “Now, I know money doesn’t fall from the sky and to rake in as much as you do it’s probably not legal.”

  I string the third and final piece of barbwire and cinch it down with one final twist.

  “I don’t know if you’re selling drugs or what, but it needs to stop.”

  “It’s not drugs,” I grunt out and push on the new post to make sure the fence line is sturdy and will do damage to the next car that thinks they’re tough enough to blow through.

  “God damnit, Zane look at me.” It’s the strongest I’ve heard his voice in months and one of the rare times he’s cussed at me.

  It takes me a few moments before I turn and face him. My ass hits the ground and I pop open a beer and let it flow over from being tossed to the ground. When I look up to him, he’s staring me down waiting for an answer, but there’s no way in hell I’m going to give him the truth.

  “I know I wasn’t the best person to raise you. Hell, I was still partying and bringing women into the house while you grew up, but by damn if I’m going to leave this Earth knowing that you’re following in your parents’ footsteps.”

  “I’m not selling drugs,” I repeat.

  “Then what in hell is it, Zane?” His hand quivers holding the beer can. “No man your age can bring in thousands at a time. Before you know it, I’ll be getting the call you robbed a house and ended up…”

  “Do you really have that little faith in me?” I kick up a pile of dirt lying at my feet.

  “What in the hell else am I suppose to think when you’re bringing in thousands and gone at all hours of the night?”

  “I’m not a fucking drug dealer.” The fact I have to defend myself to this disgusts me.

  “Then what are you, Zane?” He swallows the last few drops of his beer and tosses the hollow can to the ground. “Gone at all hours of the night. Working your hands to the bone during the day, all for what?”

  “For you,” I holler back. Everything I’ve kept built up since he was diagnosed with cancer explodes inside me. Hell, everything I’ve kept in my heart since my parents were sent away for murder boils up. “I fucking do it for you. There’s no way in hell the bank is going to take this place because cancer has fucked you up.”

  “What is it, Zane?” He pushes, not letting a simple explanation satisfy his curiosity.

  “It’s not drugs.”

  “Then God dammit, what is it?” He grips both sides of his wheelchair, shaking in anger.

  “I fuck the rich women of the town at night.” I stand and punch the post over and over again until my knuckles bleed. “I strip on the weekends and each week night I fuck women to save this place and I thought to save you, but you don’t want help anymore.”

  “I’m tired, boy. Cancer has stripped everything from me. My livelihood, spirit, and health. I’ve been around long enough and I’m just tired, Zane.”

  “I need you,” I whisper, fighting back the tears threatening to spill over.

  Moments of silence drift between us and I’m not sure if he heard my last words or not. I told him my dirty secret and feel even dirtier now. But there was no way in hell I’d let him go to his grave believing I was following in my parents’ footsteps. Not that my sin is any less than theirs, it’s just a different means to get by.

  “I know, Zane. I’ve been blessed every single day that you have been in my life. Watching you grow up into a young man under my roof is and always will be my proudest accomplishment.” He takes a moment to steady his breath and I continue to fight back the tears. “Everything was meant to happen for a reason. You’re too good of a kid to be raised by the parents God gave you. The man upstairs handled it perfectly.”

  I drop my head in shame. “I made enough to pay off your hospital bills last night and to get current on the mortgage.”

  “Then enough. Enough of this shit, Zane.”

  “I can’t lose you or this place.” The tears finally win. Grandpa’s the only human on plant Earth to ever see me break down and cry. “I’m going to lose you. I’m coming to terms with the fact, but no way in hell will I lose this place.”

  “It’s a tiny acreage with a barn and a few horses.”

  “It’s my childhood home, it’s my history dammit.”

  “There’s more to life, Zane.”

  “Not for me dammit. This is all I have and all I fucking want.”

  “Then let it be, son.”

  “Let what be?” I throw my arms up in the air, letting the anger show through. I can’t handle this shit anymore. The fact my childhood foundation is crumbling before me and I’m doing everything to save it to be the only motherfucker that cares.

  “Life will go on. Shit changes and then a new normal sets in, you have to adapt and shift with the changes even when it hurts.” The breeze blows between us and I don’t respond to him. I know he’s coming to terms with his life and finally understanding mine, but I refuse to accept any of it. “Life will go on whether it be on this shitty-ass acreage or in town. You have to move on, Zane.”

  I crumble to my knees and don’t speak a word and don’t have to. He’s struck the final dagger to my heart to take me down for the last time.

  “You’ll be fine, boy.” He pulls another beer from his bag. “But you’ve got to start living and quit protecting this dying old man.”

  Never, I think to myself; that will never happen. He’s my life and the reason I’m here today and not a product of the foster care system.

  9

  Ava

  The sun is higher than normal and I’m still burrowed deep under the blankets. I know I should be up and checking on all the girls like my mother would be doing, even though she hired a chef and housekeeper for the summer. Scenes from last night drift through my hazy memory.

  The hangover from hell has settled in and I knew it was coming from all the dreams of being super thirsty throughout the night. My eyes drift back shut and I can only hope like hell it’s all an ugly nightmare.

  “Ava.” My shoulder rattles back and forth. “Ava, I’m getting a cup of cold water if you don’t wake your ass up.”

  Two words; cold water does the trick and I’m up or at least in an upright position with the world spinning on top of my brain. I fight like hell to focus in on Darby and Chloe perched at the bottom of my bed.

  “What in the hell happened last night?” Chloe asks, craning her head to one side.

  “Yeah, last thing I knew the hot blond is grinding on you and then you’re rushed out with the psycho beast.”

  I didn’t even know it was possible for m
y head to spin more when assaulted with their questions. Bits and pieces of last night all slowly come together to create one fucked-up and jumbled puzzle. It doesn’t matter which way you slice it or analyze it, it still rips deep at my soul. He painted the picture perfectly clear, but me on the other hand, acted like a dumb whore and begged for more.

  He told me in his own way, whether it be him whipping his cock out for other women to fondle or him making a show on the stage, his message was clear, “Leave me the fuck alone.”

  He tailored his whole show around the theme. Let me take a dip in his pants and finally feel the glorious cock I stared at a few days ago to letting other women manhandle him, but like any other dick in a fairytale, he had to half ass save the day at the end.

  Zane, Zane whatever your last name is, you can kiss my entire asshole. Yep, not ass or the cheeks but the complete asshole and I can only hope you choke and die on a pubic hair while down there. A nice real slow death via pubic hair from the butthole.

  “Answer us!” they both reply in unison. Their high pitched voices nearly knock me back down under the covers, but it’s the determined looks covering their faces that tell me to continue on.

  “He’s an asshole. A man whore, horrible stripper, and very jealous at that.”

  “What did he do when he took you out back?” Darby’s eyes are dilated in anticipation.

  “We talked.” I shrug.

  “Bullshit. Rhett said Zane has never beat up a dude for a chick and he never talks in dark alleyways…he only fucks.”

  “Darby, did you and Rhett?” I don’t even have to finish my question before she’s bobbing her head up and down with a genuine smile on her face.

  “Zane’s never had a girlfriend or for that matter even cared about a chick. Rhett said he fucks them for kicks and makes money stripping for his Grandpa who’s dying.”