Red-Handed Ch. 02

"Right," he said, "here's the deal. I'm going to fuck one of you nice, and I'm going to fuck the other so hard she won't know which planet she's on. The girl who gives me the nastiest, messiest blow-job gets the nice fuck, okay?" There was a satisfying degree of trepidation in both girls' faces, not just on Blondie's, as they nodded. "Okay, Scarlet, you first."

The redhead visibly prepped herself, working up saliva with the steely look of an athlete before an event. She grabbed the base of his cock and went down on him from a high angle, swallowing up half of his length with a wet squelch. As she came off him, she let the spit pour from her mouth, so that it ran all the way down his shaft and dripped translucent from his balls. Then she sucked him up again and mouth-fucked him, with her tongue waggling visibly beneath, so that further slaver rolled down him. She pushed towards the base of his huge pole, fighting off her gag-reflex and sucking vigorously until she could stand it no longer. The girl came off, dragging a viscous mess of saliva strands after her. She gobbled him up again immediately, sucking and slobbering, staring into his eyes as she whored herself with abandon, glazing every inch of him thickly, glossing every ridge and vein of his phallic edifice. It was gloriously filthy cock-sucking, with a gurgling, slurping soundtrack to match the sweet visuals. There was poetry in Blondie's expression too -- big-eyed dismay as she surveyed her formidable competition. Watching the poor girl's mind being blown was almost as much fun as experiencing the mouth action itself.

"Okay, that's enough," he gasped, when the thrill threatened to overwhelm him. He drew Scarlet off and studied the 'Beat that, bitch' smugness in her face as she turned to her forlorn friend. These two really weren't the BFFs he had assumed at the evening's start -- or if they were, the cracks were starting to show. Either way, he'd use the developing rift to his advantage. "Right, Blondie," he said, "show me what you've got."

He expected the girl to quail at the demand, but her companion's patronising stare had clearly nettled her. Something more spirited flared up within the girl and she grabbed hold of Mac's cock with more purpose than he could have imagined. Eyes wide and still innocent-blue, she licked all the way from his dripping balls to his glans with a broad pink tongue, before engulfing him in her gloss-lipped mouth. She pumped her lips on his already wet shaft and then let the clear liquid gush, so that his sturdy pole was enveloped in a river all over again. Lifting off him, she wrapped her palm around him and jacked him with vigour, the saliva frothing between her knuckles. A meek look of 'How good am I?' -- the kind of look he was sure she normally reserved for her boyfriend -- was all over her face. If he were re-evaluating the girl, so was Scarlet; it was the redhead's turn to drop her jaw, as a kind of outrage overtook her. The look intensified as Blondie actually spat all over his cock, massaging the additional wetness into him with a furiously pumping fist and then gobbling him again with a squishing oral accompaniment that was pure music. When he pulled her off his throbbing column moments later, the spit was dripping from every inch of him, bubbling on his surface.

"Good work," he said, as the blonde panted and her partner scowled. "Good work from both of you. I think we've got a dead heat. Let's decide this properly." He grabbed both girls by the hair and drew them cheek to cheek. "Open wide, both of you, and stay close." They obeyed, both mouths stretching into wide wet Os. "That's it -- two big beautiful tunnels, and here comes the train. No flinching, girls, fucking deal with it."

He did Scarlet first, feeding his cock into her mouth with his hand still clutching her hair, and plunging into the depths beyond. She took it all as he thrust in and out, her mouth stretched to the maximum around his ravishing shaft, a glutinous squelching in her throat as she got orally reamed. He pulled out and seized Blondie, the harshness of his grip causing her lips to stretch wider. Strings of spit were still trailing between his cock and Scarlet's mouth, when he ploughed past the other girl's lips and sank all he had inside her. The face-fucking to which he treated her was no less vigorous than the one he had given her friend, but once again she surprised him with how gamely she took it, swallowing all his pumped inches to the balls and keeping her mouth open and ready when he had drawn himself frothing out of her.

After that he tested them further, ramming each girl's throat full and holding her tight in place with her lips pressed to his base, as she acclimatised to being stuffed with him. Having put both through their cock-swallowing paces, he alternated, diving with full strokes and pulling out immediately, only to thrust into the other girl's mouth. Great spider webs of saliva-strands accumulated between their faces and his cock, the looped strands eventually breaking and splattering over the girls' chests until glistening gobs dangled from their nipples. "Lick up the spit," he said, and they did so greedily, lapping it up from his shaft and his balls and recycling it back into the filthy double face-fuck. His cock looked outrageously huge and it savaged their throats, emerging each time with every detail lacquered in spit-syrup. Never since his teenage years had he experienced such gratuitous pride in the aesthetic look of his own phallus. Incensed by a kind of joyful fuck-rage, he smeared his drenched cock all over their messy faces and then cock-whipped them both, taking Scarlet first and Blondie after, and whacking the great trunk of his erection against their cheeks as they winced.

"There," he said, as the dick-slapping continued, "that's what you get for acting as Miranda's bitches. Tell me, whose bitch are you now, Scarlet?" His cock smacked her soundly as he asked the question.

"Yours," she said, her face screwed up in a fury.

He turned his erectile attentions to the other one. "And whose bitch are you, Blondie?"

"Yours," she affirmed, voice almost aching with sincerity.

"Damned right," he said, pulling both their heads up by the hair so that he could bend down and plant a ravisher's kiss on each well-fucked mouth. Scarlet let her tongue be stroked by his, offence and arousal combining on her face as he withdrew from her. Blondie was all guilt afterwards, maybe at the ease with which her mouth adhered to his and the reluctance with which she let him go. He held onto them, so that they had to look into his face. "Ladies, that little suck-party was only round one. Now who do we think was the winner?" Both seemed reluctant to articulate a thought on that subject, maybe in case it prejudiced him against their claim. "I still think it's too close to call," he mused, and then he went on to announce the decision he'd made before the game even started. "But I think I'm going to award it to Blondie. I mean I figured you for a filthy fucking slut from the start, Scarlet, but your friend here really impressed me with some of those nasty moves. She's as much a whore as you are, boyfriend or not." The redhead's face fell and then burned with outrage, while the blonde breathed out relief -- that and an unmistakable sense of shame. "Yes, you should look like that, Scarlet," he persisted. "I'm going to make you pay for losing. And your friend here..." He gripped Blondie under her arm and pulled her up roughly, so that all her lovely naked contours shook. "She's going to help me."

The bimbo stood in uncertainty, while her friend stared up in malevolence at the new twist the evening had taken. "Get on all fours, Scarlet," he commanded her. "We're taking you for a walk." Her face full of thunder, the redhead dropped her hands to the floor and turned reluctantly about. Mac reached down with both hands and gathered her hair into a thick rope at the nape of her neck, one he gripped firmly. "That's going to be your leash," he informed, "and you're going to go where I take you. Blondie, spank her ass all the way."

The standing girl's stare was perplexed, so he set her straight -- reaching behind her and clapping a hand to her bum cheek so that she yelped. "Look, sweetheart," he said while he clutched the fleshy rear cushion, "you're going to do what I tell you, otherwise I'll thrash both your asses raw and give you as rough a shafting as I'm going to give her. You're really short on options here, so spank the redhead and spank her hard. Show me."

Blondie broke out of her hand-wringing confusion and delivered a tentative slap onto Scarlet's pert rump. "What the fuck was that?" Mac demanded, stretching the length of the redhead while still gripping her hair. "Like this." He swatted the same buttock to which the blonde had applied her hand, but with proper force. Scarlet released a satisfying 'Ow!' on receipt of the smack. "There. Now you." Her partner spanked again, more forcefully this time, and looked to Mac for reassurance. "Harder, but not hard enough," he told her. "I want this." He whacked firmly, Scarlet protesting loudly again. "Go. Properly, or your ass gets the next one." She flicked her hand and this time the impact of palm on naked ass was full and satisfying, drawing a pissed-off exclamation from her friend.

"That's what I want. Make her feel it, okay? So that I know she feels it." Blondie nodded rapidly to show she understood, her cheeks flushing from the unusual form of exertion. "Right -- let's take her to the living-room," he said, tugging on his improvised rope and thus shunting Scarlet into clambering motion. "You both know the layout of the house better than me by now, right?"

The redhead followed where he led, and where her associate propelled through the application of hard, stinging slaps. It was another image for Mac to store in his memory -- the pair's lithe leader stalking after him through the apartment like a semi-tamed panther, while her sweet-but-dim follower spanked her ass, full breasts bouncing on every swing on her arm. Miranda's bitches were proving finer entertainment than any he could have imagined, but it still served merely as warm-up for what he really needed.

"Get her in the room," he ordered, tugging hard on the leash of red hair. Scarlet scrambled the final few paces, Blondie swiping insistently at her protruding bottom. When Mac dragged her up into standing position again, both girls were panting -- the blonde possibly from the excitement of having been compelled to spank her bitchy companion. "Okay," Mac said, looking to his assistant. "Tell me where I'm going to fuck her." Blondie stared at him in confusion once more, before glancing around the sparsely furnished living-room. "On the sofa, down on the floor, over the table? Where best to give her a really good pounding?"

Her confounded expression persisted, while the demeaned Scarlet shot him daggers.

"Look," he told Blondie, "I'm about to bang the living shit out of your friend here, and you're going to choose where best to do it. Unless you want me to reverse my decision..."

"Over the table," she announced without a further split-second's hesitation, and she got the full blast of her partner's angry glare in consequence.

"Good," Mac said, grabbing hold of Scarlet's wrists from behind and propelling her across the room, the head of his great erection prodding the small of her back on each pace. "I knew your dizzy friend would think clearly enough once she was motivated." He put his slender-bodied prize over the side of his rectangular oak dining-table, so that her ass stuck out invitingly. "Get over here, Blondie," he snapped, as his captive grunted. "You're going to be a part of this."

The hapless blonde moved to the table and hovered beside him, concern on her face and one hand twisting the fingers of the other. "What... What do you want me to do?"

Mac looked over the gym bunny with the fabulous tits and ass, and his conventional self shot a brief 'How did I get here?' through his brain. His fully-awakened alpha flicked the thought easily away, however, with a 'Who the fuck cares?' Lust and revenge were proving a potent concoction that night. "Hold her down," he instructed. So he didn't really require anyone to hold the bent-over girl. It was great sport to implicate her friend in his actions and an excellent way to increase tension between the two partners. "Hold the slut down," he reiterated, "while I give her the fucking of her misspent life."

The unrestrained thief bumbled prettily into motion, gripping her friend by the shoulders with a frown of apology. How Scarlet responded to this action Mac neither knew nor cared. He was much too busy spreading the redhead's thighs and stretching out the folds of her glistening red cunt. The middle finger that he plunged inside her reinforced what was already clear. "Fucking soaking," he said, his cock throbbing with added anticipation as he withdrew the digit. "See the fun we're all having, girls? You two naughty bitches could be in the middle of a police interview right now, but instead you're partying with me. How's that for a fucking result? Grip her tight, 'cos I'm not going to hold back here."

Scarlet's hands were splayed on the table-top, Blondie bracing her further, as Mac pressed the head of his implacably hard cock to her lips and prised it in between them. She moaned at the intrusion of his bulging glans and at the promise of so much more to come, her plaintive voice intensifying the buzz of energy around his body. This was going to beat the hell out of whacking off in the shower one more night.

"Are you ready, Scarlet?"

He didn't wait for a reply. Enough of him had slotted itself beyond her entrance to facilitate full penetration. Mac grabbed the willowy girl beneath her ribcage and with a determination that was absolute, drove himself deep inside her. His generous length and girth had tested every pussy it ever fucked, Miranda's included -- and now he gave it all to the flame-haired house-breaker in one mighty thrust. She cried out to be filled so rapidly and completely, her body forced tight to the table as he crammed her hole.

"There it is!" he yelled in jubilation, as her warm cunt gobbled him to the base of his shaft. Now that was what he needed to feel, and the circumstances only made it more delicious. Having found such a welcome home for his cock, he drew back his hips and plunged in again, another glorious burial of man-weapon in sucking female sheath, resulting in a further gratifying yell from the recipient. "That's it, girl," he seethed, as he set about shafting the redhead's pussy with a barrage of riotously hard strokes, driving himself on each one into its squishing depths. "Take it. Take that fucking cock."

Take it she did, Scarlet's vocal response long and quavering, her ass and thighs vibrating from the repeated impact. The vibrations ran through her body and passed into her friend, so that the blonde's tits undulated on each smack of groin against ass. "Right to the balls," he said, fixing the newly astonished sidekick with his wild stare. "That's how far I'm ramming my cock inside your friend. Think she's feeling that?"

"Oh God... Oh God, yes." The girl's eyes were wide in her solemn face, her candy-pink nipples hard.

"You feeling it?" he demanded of Scarlet, palms moulded to her waist and his cock ploughing her with unceasing power.

"Fuck... Yes, you bastard. Ohhh God..."

"See? She is. And how good do you think it feels for me?"

The full-figured girl stared at his straining body and hard-set jaw, her voyeurism adding fuel to his fuck-passion. "Really good?"

"Damned right it does." He flung his dick into Scarlet, wrecking her cunt in a sustained fury of lust, while the girl let loose a symphony of crazy moans. "This might have been you instead of her. What do you think of that?"

The blonde blinked and fought for words, her gaze drinking in the frenzied fucking of her partner.

"Cat got your tongue, Blondie? Let her go and get up. She's not going anywhere and I want your fucking tits pressing into me. Grab a tight hold." The girl followed orders, gripping his rutting body and nestling her breasts so that they pillowed against his ribcage. Inflamed by sexual need the like of which he had never known, he pulled Scarlet up by the shoulder, accentuating the lissom curve of her back, and speared her. The ferocity was such that he broke sweat and the heavy table shifted under his motion. "Come on, you hot thieving bitch, take your fucking punishment. Check it out, Blondie, get a close-up look."

"Oh my God..." She clung to his naked torso, fixating on the piston motion of his cock as it reamed out her friend's cunt in a flurry of moisture. "Oh Jesus..."

"Seen anything like this before?"

"No..." That polite voice was faltering.

"Think she's getting enough payback?"

"Yes. Yes, you're really giving it."

"Well I don't agree." Scarlet's pussy was getting the benefit of the wildest treatment his dick had probably ever mustered, but those honed athlete's ass-cheeks were begging for hard attention too. His arm made a whiplash motion, palm bouncing off her buttock so hard that Blondie cried out along with the smack's recipient. "That's how to punish a slut," he informed his helper, before his palm exploded against Scarlet's bottom a second time. "That's how the put a robbing little bitch in her place. Push those tits against me and watch her fucking get it for both of you." He fucked in a storm of lust, his hand supplying equivalent reprimands on the girl's reddening flesh. Scarlet howled, as her bum achieved a colour to match the name he had given her. Her comrade pushed her tits into Mac and watched it all, gasping as he delivered the full-on spank-and-fuck that might so easily have been meted out to her.

"Rub her clit," he ordered.

"What?"

"Rub her aching fucking clit," he repeated for the startled blonde's benefit. "She's supposed to be your friend, so help get her off. Or would you rather I force you to lick her?"

Blondie's face lit with new alarm and she reached under her partner's belly with no further enquiry, fingertips going to immediate work. Mac gripped the well-spanked ass and forged ahead in his cunt-reaming mission, while the redhead moaned and her companion frigged.

"Nice and swollen, is she?" he inquired.

"Yes, yes she is."

"What else is she?"

"Wet. She's wet. Really wet." Blondie's emotion was hard to nail in the craziness of the moment. It might have been wonder, or anguish, or perhaps even envy.

Mac embraced the information and powered his cock in and out, ramming towards Scarlet's climax while becoming aware that his own was near. Whatever resentment the fucked girl might be feeling towards him became moot, as her cunt retracted on him like a vice and her moans escalated wildly. He recognised the danger -- that her spasms might suck the cum from his balls in a crazy rush -- and stopped his frantic motion inside her, gripping her ass till she had writhed and keened her way to orgasm's end. An unrelieved cock, he sensed, was providing him with his edge that night; he couldn't afford to be drained, Sampson-like, of his power. For a moment he enjoyed Scarlet's helpless squirming on the table-top. Then he pulled his cock all the way out of her, Blondie gasping at the accompanying cascade that spilled down her thighs and dripped onto the hardwood floor.

Grinning, he pulled Scarlet up by the arm and the tresses of her hair, shoving Blondie out of the way and depositing the object of his shafting on her knees before him. "Now lick my cock clean, you messy fucking whore," he said. "It's the least I can expect from a dirty little thief like you."