Red-Handed Ch. 04

"That's it," he snarled, bone-hard under the suction of her cheeks. "You do all the work now, girlie, and fucking look at me while you do it. No half-measures - suck that fucking cock clean!" She responded by gobbling up more of his rigid dick, head moving in a frantic bob as her mouth gave him its all. Her eyes gazed upon him, golden fringe dancing about her forehead. She reached around with both hands to grip his ass and pull herself further onto him, fellating in a desperate effort to please. Mac's stamina was reinforced from his mini-break and he bulged huge, every nerve-ending alive with joy inside the vacuum of her mouth.

"Damn - I hope she sucks her boyfriend like this," he told Lysette, causing the redhead to smirk anew.

"She will after tonight. You're showing her how." The feisty bitch had recovered from the indignity of being forced between her partner's thighs and was playing her part again. "Come on," she urged her fellow-culprit, "suck his cock like a fucking slut. We all know you love it." Her hands were roaming all over Imogen's ass and back, like she wanted to push the blonde further onto Mac's shaft. He decided to give her a more focused task. "Find something to spank her with." He indicated the cooking implements hooked to the wall above the oven, while Imogen goggled in renewed fright. "Over there - pick whatever's best."

"It'd be my pleasure." Lysette hastened her butt-naked self to the selection of utensils and rattled through them, returning with a spatula - the silicone one with holes that would only increase its aerodynamic effect. She was beaming with sheer wickedness and testing the item's surface against her palm.

"Good choice, Lysette. Use it well."

"Watch me."

Imogen's mouth was still stretched around Mac's shaft, when Lysette raised her arm and let the first blow fall. The spatula whacked against the blonde's right cheek and she released a cock-stuffed moan, her eyes accentuated to a perfect roundness. Mac curled both sets of fingers into her hair and held her in place. "Keep sucking, bitch." She reapplied the vacuum-suck of her wet mouth just in time for the second splat of silicone against her ass and kept going this time, even as her voice protested. "That's it," he encouraged Lysette, fixing the other girl with a conspiratorial gaze. "Whack that ass. Make her feel it."

His redheaded cohort exhibited no hesitancy in complying. Her green eyes were flashing with enjoyment, lips curled into a grin of unbridled malice as she paddled Imogen's fleshy rear. She applied the spatula to both flanks, letting it whistle through the air and observing each impact with fascinated glee. "Fuck - this is fun," she announced, biting her lip and doubling her efforts in response to the blonde's urgent vocal responses. Her ringlets were flouncing and her pert tits jiggling with the force of her action. "Come on, slut, suck that fucking dick!"

"You heard her," Mac reinforced, gripping harder on Imogen's head and bearing her down onto his bone-hard shaft. "Wolf it down. Give me what I fucking need." Imogen's crammed mouth provided all the satisfaction a man could crave. She sucked his cock like a gold medal was in view, flinching from the slaps that repeatedly stung her lovely bottom, but guzzling nonetheless. "More. Deeper." He pushed her down further till she was full with him once more, eyeing the demonic Lysette as made her partner throat him. "How wet is she?"

The redhead relented in her spanking and plunged with the fingers of one hand. "Bitch is soaking. What did you expect?"

"Finger-fuck her," he ordered. "Get her off."

Lysette followed the instruction without missing a beat. Piling humiliation on her friend had clearly become a priority for the girl and the squelching sound of fingers in cunt increased as she delved deeper. The blonde's mouth moaned lovely vibrations all over Mac's cock.

"That pussy still nice and tight?" he inquired, his breath constricted.

"Fuck yes - she's gripping my fingers like she wants to suck them further in. Isn't that right, slut?" Lysette's whole body was tensed as she jabbed however many digits in and out of Imogen. Then she eased off and tested elsewhere. "Her clit's swollen fit to burst. She's ready to fucking explode."

"Then make her explode. Do it, Lysette, get her there." His fingers clenched tighter and he fucked Imogen's messy face on his shaft.

The redhead's hand relocated and she fucked with vigour. "You know you want to, bitch," she snarled, casting the spatula aside so that she could spank with the flat of her fierce little hand. "Come on - fucking cream all over my hand while you swallow his cock."

Mac reached under Imogen and grabbed a handful of tit, kneading and tugging. Lysette frigged and spanked at the rear, while he plugged her groaning throat. Subjugated by her two captors, the blonde was further conquered - this time by orgasm. The climax rushed her, pummelling her body so that all her lovely flesh quivered between them. Helpless she whimpered her cock-choked pleasure, every inch of her fleshy form shivering. "That's it," Lysette raved, her fingers ploughing a wet furrow, "come for us, you bimbo whore. Show us how much... God, fuck! Shit!"

"What?" Mac's attention was diverted from Imogen's fraught face to the redhead. She was yelping now, staring askance at the pussy she'd been fucking, as it sprayed her with moisture. Her gasping response continued until her friend was done firing off her involuntary liquid volley.

"Jesus - the fucking slut squirted all over me!" There was more astonishment than distaste in Lysette's voice. She wiped her stomach and held up her hand to demonstrate dripping wetness.

"I saw." Mac's heart was pounding with renewed excitement. He pulled out of Imogen's mouth and demanded to know, even in her post-orgasmic exhaustion. "Do you do that often?"

"No. No. Never." The words were barely audible. She was panting on the table, sweating and dishevelled - a kind of beautiful disaster. A fresh wave of lust roared through Mac's body.

"Look at her - she damn well adores this. Christ, I've got to fuck her again." He reached far and whacked Imogen's spatula-warmed ass. "Spin around, Blondie. Hurry up and show me that pussy."

His hands encouraged, groping and spanking her perspiration-dampened flesh. She clambered in a dazed one-eighty until her wet cunt proffered itself to him again. God, she had cut loose when she sprayed. Her thighs were glistening with moisture, labia even more swollen than before. Mac's cock reared in response as he shoved himself between her legs. Time to see how robust Swedish furniture really was. He fitted his cock without speaking this time. Only action could express what burned inside of him, that and the delight that shone vivid on Lysette's face. The blonde's wetness oozed over his shaft like an invitation.

Mac gripped Imogen's shoulder and thrust, ramming her full. She screamed fit to crack the kitchen tiles, overwhelmed by the impaling. He launched into a full-throttle fucking, shafting all the way up her on every stroke, as her over-sensitised pussy tried vainly to clutch his length and girth. His hands clamped to her by shoulder and hip and he packed her to capacity with every driving pelvic motion. She was crying out in a long, barely articulate wail: "Oh God, oh God, oh God..." Take it, fucking take it, you bimbo slut.

Incensed by the action, Lysette grabbed her partner (by the jaw and the tit if Mac read it correctly) and spat a filthy diatribe into the girl's face. "You're fucking getting it now, aren't you, bitch? All the cock you can handle. How do you like it, taking that big dick deep in your cunt? If your boyfriend could see you now, you filthy fucking slut... Jesus, that's it, you horny bastard... Fuck her! She's going to come again..."

These latest words fuel-injected Mac's already rampaging lust, and he flung the fuck into his conquest till sweat lashed from his naked body. Imogen's cunt was squeezing his cock, creaming it to the root. Her wails had been transformed to a long ululation by the rapid-repeat impact of groin against ass. He clenched his jaw and fucked like a savage, pounding sense and sanity from his curvy stress-doll. Christ, I could go all damn night. This is fucking crazy. Shit, here she goes again...

Imogen's wails turned to a high-pitched, breathless shrieking, as her body went into paroxysms of an ecstasy she could barely stand. This time her cunt jetted its warm translucent shower all over Mac's balls and thighs, drenching him in musk and inflaming his passion to new heights. The girl was weeping now at both ends of her body, with everything in between trembling like she was having a fit. Mac fucked her through it all and beyond, her frantic pleasure a by-product of his. That's it, Blondie - take all you're given and love it. Take it till you fucking pass out. It seriously looked like the girl might do just that.

"Shit, shit - look at you go!" Lysette cried out, like he needed her validation in his efforts. "I told you she'd come again. "Fucking wreck her cunt! Go on, do it! Shaft the hell out of that whore!" Her lewd exhortations were amping up the excitement, while simultaneously galling him. The redhead had got way too big for her boots. More than that, her demanding tone was calling to mind another redhead, one who had ignited Mac's fury to begin with. "Give it to her!" the girl was raging. "Harder. Ruin the filthy bitch! Use her up!"

Jesus, that'll do! Mac had endured enough from this mouthy slut.

Pulling free of the blonde, he crossed to her red companion in three strides, his soaked column bouncing before him. Lysette had barely stopped ranting by the time he seized her by her locks and pulled her away from the table. "I'll ruin you," he said, relishing her shock and indignation as his palm exploded against her ass. "You don't get to tell me what to do." He meted out a good hard thrashing to both her cheeks, the girl yelping and spitting angry epithets as his palm whipped back and forth.

"Ow! Shit! Fucker! Ow! God, you bastard!"

She glared at him over her shoulder and he returned the look, never doubting for a second how damned horny she still was. "That's more like it. Time to put you back in your place."

He laid her down crossways over the slick worn-out form of Imogen, while she continued to protest, and spread her legs roughly with his palms. "I hope you enjoyed your little power trip," he said, slotting the head of his cock inside the folds of her slippery cunt, "'cos it's done." Then he grabbed her hips and thrust, giving her the benefit of his length in one spearing motion. She released a throatier scream than her blonde comrade and sustained it as he fucked her slender body hard. Imogen served as a pillow for both their weight, the table creaking under duress of the mighty strokes he was powering into Lysette's pussy. He hauled on the girl's russet locks and mauled her tit in a neat handful, his cock a relentless piston into her gripping wet depths. "Wreck that cunt, right Scarlet? Split that bitch in two..."

"God, you fucker..."

"That's right, I'm your fucker, and you're not going to forget it again." You watching this, Miranda? Christ, I wish you fucking were. Nailing your bitches...

The thought pushing him on when he threatened to flag and he screwed Lysette till she was the same sweating state as Imogen. "There," he said, breathing hard as he drew his cock free of her slurping tunnel and dragging her up with him. "Two well-fucked sluts. Come here, you." He grabbed the dazed and confused Imogen by both shoulders and pulled her up from the wooden surface. "On your feet, hurry the fuck up." She dragged herself with dizzy compliance from the table, barely managing to keep her legs beneath her as she climbed to the floor. There she swayed, a sweat-soaked mess with tousled hair and a streaked face. Lysette beside her was red-faced and glowering. Mac provided support for both girls, positioning himself between them and grasping a buttock of each. The athletic pertness of Lysette's rear provided a pleasing contrast with Imogen's voluptuous bottom, as he squeezed the two fleshy handfuls.

"Both these asses are mine," he reminded his girls, directing the comment more to the redhead, "and you'd do well to remember that. Whether you're the bullying team leader or the poor clueless follower who'd sell her out. Nobody's innocent here, nobody gets off the hook." He clutched both their cheeks hard. "Right, Blondie?"

"Yes," Imogen breathed, her voice shaking.

"Right, Scarlet?"

"Yes," Lysette concurred sulkily after a pause.

"Good. Then get these naked asses into my shower. Second on the right down the corridor. Crank up the hot water and use all the shower gel you can find. I'm going to join you shortly and I want you both properly soaped up. We could all use a good scrub, don't you think?"

He reached back with both hands and whacked their asses so hard that their tits jolted, while his cock bounced. Imogen's high-pitched squeal contrasted with Lysette's more raucous yelp, as they were pitched into motion for the bathroom. Mac observed their dishevelled departure, complete with bright red hand-prints on their cheeks. "Fuck," he breathed, his heart-rate finally slowing, "I need a drink of water."

He filled a pint-glass from the tap and emptied it in a series of huge swallows. The perspiration cooled on his skin, as the water rushed down his throat to replenish his body. His breath achieved a slow, even rhythm once more and his erection waned slightly, while remaining tall. A moment to take stock, in the midst of the mayhem.

Jesus, what a fucking night. I ought to thank you, Miranda. He grinned at the thought - at the irony of that bitch's machinations putting him in touch with this side of himself, freeing him so completely from conscience. Internal mention of the C-word caused the emotion to flicker within him. Poor silly girls didn't know what they were getting into. Then lust and alpha dominance flooded him again, drowning all sense of right and wrong, and swelling his cock to its fullest extent. Poor silly girls know now, don't they? And I'm not fucking done with them.

Mac's length was aching, his balls heavy with a load as yet to be expended. Where best to release? All over their pretty, scrunched-up faces, perhaps, thick and clinging. Or pump both their mouths full and make them hold it while he lectured them, before ordering the bitches to gulp it down. No - better than that... His capacity for evil plotting proved itself again and he grinned, taking a few moments more to let the notion expand and take full form. "Okay, girls - let's have some more fun." Time to mind-fuck these bitches one more time.

Refreshed in body and spirit, he set aside his glass and walked to the bathroom, letting his elevated cock lead the way.

TO BE CONTINUED