Becca XXX - Hard Time Ch. 14

It was only a matter of time until one of them came, triggering off the rest of them like a domino effect.

"Suck it."

"Jerk me faster."

"Shit, she feels good."

"That's it, ride my cock, you little whore."

Ride - glide - suck - lick.

Rub - grope - slap - fuck.

"That's it... do it... cum in my pussy and ass," I panted, feeling them both get harder inside my fuck holes.

My pussy and anus felt stretched out and full, yearning for a good filling of creamy cum.

I needed it.

I wanted it.

The craving I felt, needed to be satisfied as though I'd die without it. I throated Liberty with a quick bob of my head and then swapped over to Capitol. They were so close together that their cocks almost touched as I held them both in place, waiting for the inevitable shower of cum all over my face and hair. Their ball sacks were tight and pulled up towards their bodies, telling me that they were close.

We all were.

"Fuck me... fuck me... fuck me," I shouted. "I'm going to cum again."

My voice went up an octave when Whitehouse pinched my clit hard between his thumb and finger and started to roll it around. My orgasm spewed out of me like a volcano erupting, squirting my milky love piss all over him and Pentagon.

Sqqqquuuuiiirrrtttt. Squuuirrttt. Squiirt.

The rough pounding I was receiving, literally pumped the ejaculate out of me with each thrust from Pentagon's huge cock.

"Jesus... she's a fucking squirter," panted Pentagon, receiving the brunt of it.

Sqqqquuuuiiirrrtttt. Squuuirrttt. Squiirt.

"Yes... yes... OH FUCK... YYYEEESSSSSSS," my voice went so high-pitched that only dogs would have been able to hear me cumming.

Seeing me squirt and feeling my sphincter and vaginal walls go into spasm, triggered Whitehouse and Pentagon off almost simultaneously. I felt scalding hot sperm flooding into both of my fuck holes with a loud guttural groan from both of them.

"Ugh... ugh... ugh. I'm cumming in her ass," grunted Whitehouse, almost sounding in pain. "Fucking hell, she feels good."

"Yeah, cum in that bitch," jeered Liberty, grabbing a fistful of hair and yanking my head back while he jerked his cock over my face. "She's about to take my protein-shake all over her. Open wide, sweetie."

"Oh... ah... fuck... I'm cumming in her pussy," groaned Pentagon, slowing his pace.

"Yes... do it... cum in my cunt... you dirty boys... cum all over me... feed it to me," I completely lost control, enjoying every second of my earth shattering climax.

Pentagon pumped me full of his seed as Liberty shot thick long ropes all over my face. Some of it landed in my mouth and I swallowed it down as it splattered against my lips and cheeks.

Pulse - squirt - splat.

Twitch - pump - spurt.

Having three men cum in me and on me simultaneously felt incredible and it only got better when Capitol unleashed the biggest load yet all over me.

As I drained Liberty into my mouth, hot stringy semen jetted from his friend's dick, coating my hair, cheeks and breasts. Rope after rope of it splashed down on my sweaty skin, finishing me off once and for all as my orgasm peaked and began to die away.

Twitch - splat.

Twitch - splat.

Twitch - splat.

"Fuck... oh... ah... paint that bitch."

"Yes... do it.... keep cumming... use me... fuck me... fill me," I gasped, feeling myself getting light headed.

The two men beneath me stopped moving as they finished, but kept their shafts buried deep inside me. They were enjoying the afterglow as their two friends finished decorating my face and breasts like an iced bun.

I collapsed down on top of Whitehouse, completely spent and breathing hard. Liberty wiped his cock on my hair and I sucked the last drops from the tip of Capitol's glans before swallowing it down. The two men standing on the sofa dropped down and spread out beside us.

We were done.

A few minutes passed with me still impaled on Whitehouse's cock as we all recovered. Pentagon was the first one to move, slowly withdrawing from my battered cunt and sitting back on the opposite sofa with a big smile on his face.

"Jesus, she's good," he gasped.

"Amen to that," said Liberty.

"What a nasty British slut," laughed Capitol. "She's worth every penny."

"Every penny of what?" I laughed. "You haven't paid me."

Sperm dribbled down out of my abused pussy and onto Whitehouse's scrotum. Even more cum poured out of me as I rose up off of his cock, feeling his sperm leave my ass in a thick wad.

"Woah, nice creampie," said Pentagon. "You can keep that as a souvenir."

"No need," I replied. "I'm going to eat it."

"What?"

"I'll eat it all. I love spunk and it seems a shame to waste it."

The men watched in fascination as I slurped the cum from Whitehouse's balls and shaft and swallowed it down. I then scooped the rest of it from between my legs with my fingers and brought them up to my mouth. The smell of my sex juices mixed with semen filled my nostrils as I licked my hands clean.

"Holy shit," gasped Liberty. "What a dirty fucking bitch. She actually loves it."

"Of course I do," I smiled, wiping the rest of the mess from my face and tits and licking my hands clean like a cat having a wash. "Mmmmmm, you boys taste so fucking sweet. Thank you all so much for your contribution."

"Jeez, we should be the ones thanking you," said Whitehouse, aghast at my performance. "That was incredible to say the least."

"I'm just good at what I do and I enjoy it. Sex is an art form," I replied. "I'm sure you guys are experts at whatever it is you do."

I picked up my beer and took a long swig, before passing it to Whitehouse. I was looking for an opening now that the fucking was over and sharing my beer with him was a good way to build camaraderie. It was similar to sharing a post-coital cigarette to close the bond between us.

These men were a close-knit group. They had no problem getting naked in front of each other or sharing their most intimate moment of cumming while the rest of them watched. They were a rare breed and it worried me. Men only got this close through spending a lot of time together, either through work or something else. In their case, I figured it was both and that the trust between them was like concrete.

"What is it that you do?" I rephrased the question. "How come you're here on this lovely island?"

He handed me the bottle back and I took another swig as though it was just a casual conversation.

"It's mostly business... with a little bit of pleasure thrown in for free," he winked.

"It won't be free," I laughed. "Everything has a price and I'm very expensive. You'll be paying for it somewhere down the line."

"Amen to that," said Capitol. "That Hamilton guy drives a hard bargain."

"What business are you here for?" I chanced my luck, hoping a good cumming may have dropped their guard a little.

"It's just a mutual transaction," said Whitehouse. "Hamilton had something that we wanted and we had something that he wanted. We came here to finalise the deal and hopefully leave with what we came for."

"Sounds intriguing," I laughed, finishing my beer and standing up. "Does anyone want another drink?"

"I'll have a beer," said Whitehouse.

"Me too."

"And me."

"Yep, and me."

I rolled my eyes like a stroppy teenager who'd offered something they didn't really want to give. I walked over to the bar and took another five Coronas from the fridge. After popping the caps and stuffing the necks with lime, I carried them back over to the naked, contented looking men.

"I guess this is a good way for you to wind down," I giggled. "Nothing relieves stress better than a good orgasm."

"You're not wrong," laughed Pentagon, holding his beer up as a toast.

We all followed suit with an unspoken cheers. The Patriots were giving nothing away. They just relaxed on the sofas, drinking beer and enjoying the peace and quiet. I couldn't push them for any more information without arising suspicion. Normally, I would have a field agent's kit, enabling me to bug the room or fit micro-cameras to watch their movements, but I had nothing. Another alternative would be to hack their computers, but they didn't have any of those either.

I also had no way of contacting Lexa's team back at The Facility to get intel on these so-called Patriots. Lexa would have been able to find out who they were in a heartbeat, but for now I was stuck. However, a thought crossed my mind about how to get them to open up a little more. I may not have been able to ask them about their business, but I could ask about their name. It would just sound like natural curiosity.

"Why do you call yourselves The Patriots?" I quizzed, with a bemused look on my face. "Is that the name of your company?"

"It's the name of what we represent," said Liberty. "Have you ever heard of the saying 'let's make America great again'?"

"I think so. Wasn't it one of your presidents who said it?"

"Ronald Reagan, nineteen-eighty," Pentagon butted in. "And he was right."

"It was in his campaign speech. It was all about lowering inflation and increasing American jobs to secure our own economy," said Whitehouse. "But it was more than that. He was using it as a front to end the Cold War with Russia. He wanted to show the world that communism was dead and that there was only one true super power."

"You guys? Right?" I pointed at them as a group.

"You better believe it," said Liberty, victoriously. "The good old US of A."

"Reagan's administration set things in motion that ultimately resulted in the dissolution of the Soviet Union and an end to the Cold War. He was a true patriot," said Whitehouse, now in full flow with his history lesson. "He bankrupted the commie bastards, but he'd be turning in his grave now."

"Why do you say that?" I asked, genuinely interested.

"Because of the way our country is being run and what it's become. Its full of do-gooders and political correctness. A lot of things have been out-sourced to cheaper countries instead of looking after our own interests. The current administration have made us look like a soft touch over the last two decades. It's high time they got a wake-up call," spat Capitol.

These men were passionate about their beliefs, but that still didn't explain why they'd attack their own country with missiles. Homegrown terrorists weren't going to win over public opinion if they started blowing stuff up on home soil; it would just alienate them. There was more to them just buying missiles from a known arms-dealer - I was missing something here.

"What sort of a wake-up call?" I asked.

"It doesn't matter," snapped Pentagon. "For a hooker, you ask a lot of questions, Becca."

"I'm just making conversation," I shrugged. "It's a force of habit when I'm with clients. I like to get to know them better if I'm opening my fuck holes for them."

I tried to keep the conversation going, but Pentagon's outburst had rang alarm bells with the rest of them. Even Whitehouse changed his attitude towards me.

"Wait a minute, did Hamilton put you up to this?" snarled Whitehouse. "Is that why he's sent you in here? Are you spying for him?"

"Spying? What the fuck are you talking about?" I gasped. "I'm here to give you guys a good time. I'm not spying for anyone."

"You can tell him that we're sticking to our deal and that the plan hasn't changed. He doesn't need to send his whore in here to confirm the details," he continued.

"I wasn't..."

"Calm down, guys. She's just a hooker," soothed Liberty. "I don't think she's spying. She's just here to give us a good time."

Whitehouse narrowed his eyes at me and then smiled as he calmed down and realised he'd over-reacted.

"Yeah... sorry, you're right. You were sensational," he agreed. "But I think we're done for now. After that filthy performance, I need some rest. It's time for you to go, Becca."

"I was hoping for round two," I laughed. "I can go all night for you guys if you want. I can get really kinky if you've got any specific fetishes. I'm game for anything."

"We can tell, but Whitehouse is right," said Capitol. "We're here for a few days so they'll be plenty of opportunity to use you again."

"Yeah, we'll tell your boss how good you were," added Liberty. "Don't worry."

"He's not my boss," I replied.

"What is he to you then?" quizzed Whitehouse. "You've still not explained how you got here."

"You're not the only one who can have secrets," I raised my eyebrows at him and stood up.

My panties were still hanging off my leg by a few strands of fabric. My stockings were laddered and ripped in multiple places and my hair was streaked with cum. I looked like a rape victim as I picked up my shoes in one hand and tore what was left of my panties from my leg. I dropped them onto the table and picked up my beer.

I stared at Whitehouse as I drained the bottle before placing it back on the coffee table. I wanted him to be curious about my last comment, but he never said anything.

"Hopefully, I'll see you guys tomorrow," I said. "Recharge those balls and keep your cocks hard for me."

I turned and gave them a wave over my shoulder as though I didn't have a care in the world and then left the room.

As I walked down the corridor to the stairs, I felt disappointed that I hadn't found out more about these guys or what they were up to, but I hoped that they were as intrigued about me as I was about them.

It was obvious that they loved their country in the same way that Charles loved the UK. Hamilton's failed attack on his own country had been about getting us to re-join the EU, but I couldn't figure out what The Patriots were up to. What would they have to gain from doing something similar in the US? For now, that part of the puzzle eluded me.

I walked down the stairs, heading for my room with my mind racing. Although I was tired, I had too much going on in my head to go to sleep so I thought I'd go and find Sasha. I hoped that maybe she had found out what was in the silver briefcase. I made it half way down the stairs when I realised Sasha was preoccupied and, by the sound of things, so was Charles. Sasha's cute moans and her father's loud grunts echoed off the marble floors from somewhere in the villa and it was obvious that they were fucking again.

Despite discovering what her father did for a living, she was still opening her legs for daddy's big cock. I wondered what was going through her mind and whether she was enjoying it as much as she was making out. By the sound of her girlish squeaks of pleasure, it was just business as usual.

With the pair of them keeping busy and The Patriots resting up, I felt a little superfluous. I had nothing else to do but to go back to my room and clean myself up.

****

I thought things over as I washed the cum out of my hair and wiped myself down with a wet flannel. I still had a job to do and after meeting The Patriots, a glimmer of a plan was starting to form. Looking at the facts, I knew that I was heavily outnumbered and certainly outgunned. Even if I managed to kill Charles, I still had twenty-five of his militia to contend with, plus four terrorists to stop. I'd had the odds stacked against me before, but never to this degree. I needed something to tip the scale in my favour and the tactics I'd used on my previous mission gave me an idea.

In Manchester I'd escalated things between The Lees and The Mancs to intensify their fight. They'd ended up killing each other with me left in the middle to take out the victors once their numbers had diminished.

The Patriots didn't seem to trust Hamilton very much, based on what I'd heard. Maybe I could use that to my advantage and turn these guys against him. Five against twenty-five would be much better odds. Once the militia and Charles were out of the way, I could turn my aggression back onto the terrorists.

It sounded feasible to me, but I would usually have an ally to bounce my ideas off. I'd normally ring Lexa or speak to Nat, but I had no way of doing either. The only phone I'd seen since I arrived was the one Charles had been using during the flight and I knew he'd be keeping it close by.

With no one else to talk to, I had to trust my judgment and go with what I thought was my only option. The problem was, in order to get them on my side I'd have to tell The Patriots who I was and I didn't know how they'd react to that either. I needed to win their trust in a different way than just letting them fuck me. At times like this, it was always best to try and think about things from their point of view. They were here to buy weapons and hopefully not get screwed over or killed by Hamilton in the process. Maybe if I could get a better look at the missile launchers, I might be able to put some doubt in their minds about what they were buying so that they'd turn against him.

It was just after ten by the time I'd cleaned myself up and come up with a plan. With everyone else out of the way for a few hours, it would give me enough time to get to the industrial building and take a closer look at the merchandise.

I came out of the bathroom and caught sight of myself in the mirror, realising that I couldn't go snooping around dressed like a rape whore. I undid my suspender belt and threw the torn stockings in the bin before rummaging around in the wardrobe for something more suitable to wear.

Being in the tropics meant that it was still warm outside, so my clothing selection was more about concealment rather than warmth. I threw a clean pair of panties on and then found a pair of black running shorts and a black vest top to wear. I didn't bother with a bra as the top was very tight fitting and would give me enough support. I then tied my damp hair back into a pony tail and searched for some suitable footwear. Most of the items were flip-flops or sandals for the hot weather, but I found a pair of grey running trainers in my size and slipped them on. At least if I got caught, I could say I was having a late night walk or jog around the island. It always paid to have an excuse for being somewhere you weren't supposed to be.

I then needed to plan my route to the industrial section of the island. Remembering back to my arial view of the island during the flight, I knew that I was on the north-west corner. The target building and the runway were to the south-east. When we'd arrived, we'd been driven to the house via golf carts along a paved path which linked the two areas together. It had patrols and sentries stationed along it so I knew I'd have to find another way to get to my objective.

The easiest and safest route was going to be the way I'd gone with Sasha earlier that day - along the beach, skirting the perimeter. It wouldn't be heavily patrolled and, if I did get caught, it was an obvious place for me to be enjoying my night time exercise.

I took a last look at myself in the mirror, took a deep breath and moved to the patio doors to check if the coast was clear. Through the window I could see the inviting blue glow of the underwater pool lights, but they masked the area beyond with light pollution. I didn't know if their were any guards out there or not, but I had no choice other than to brazen it out and walk out as though I owned the place.

I pushed out into the still night air. It felt warmer outside than it did in the air-conditioned villa. The humid heat and the smell of the tropics made it feel like I was on holiday, but that couldn't have been farther from the truth. Closing the door behind me, I wandered out past the pool to the railings which overlooked the beach. Once I was past the lights, I could see the path below me which forked off in three directions. To the left was the marina on the other side of the house and to the right was the paved path we'd arrived on. Straight on was the beach with the Balinese beds and that's the direction I needed to head.