Dark Signs

4

A nother light touch started from my calf, dragging calloused fingers up the length of my fishnet-clad leg until it reached the hem of my tight, calf-length skirt.

Slowly, the fingers peeled the thick material up my thighs, then up and over the globe of my ass and hips until the chill of the room hit my completely drenched pussy. An involuntary shiver rippled through me and made gooseflesh pimple my pale skin.

I heard a growl emanate from behind me as my skirt pooled around my waist. I was left with only my black thong and fishnet pantyhose to keep the bottom half of my modesty.

A hard slap came down upon my ass cheek and I gasped at the unexpected stinging sensation.

I wanted more.

That calloused hand came down hard again on the other cheek, followed by a gentle soothe over the sting with a tender caress.

I moaned around the gag.

I was certain I would have some very pretty red hand prints on my skin after this.

My pussy tightened as I gripped around nothing, I was so achingly empty. I desperately needed to be filled. I tried to speak, to voice my desperation around my gag, but all that came out was garbled nothingness.

“Mmm,” came the gruff voice from somewhere behind me, the thick accent that was warm and syrupy and oozed of sex and desire. “Our perfect little fuck-toy wants to speak.”

I moaned again.

I wasn't little by any stretch of the word but right here and right now, my body image issues were left on the street, right by the street sign from where they had taken me.

Plus, being called their fuck-toy short-circuited a vital part of my brain.

You know, the part that makes all rational decisions and is the voice of reason? Yeah, that was also left on the sidewalk.

“Nav,” said the voice again, “Hold her hands steady up there.”

“Gladly,” I assumed that this Nav responded, his grip on my wrists tightened, laying my chest flatter against the plush surface. His was the voice that had first spoken, so very smoky and decadent.

“Caz, hold her open for me.”

“Fuck,” came a deep, East-End accent from beside me, which I assumed was Caz.

He drew right up beside me, his warmth seeping into my skin. His two large hands grabbed the flesh of my hips and pulled my ass and thighs open wide, exposing my panty-clad sex to them.

Caz pulsed his hips against my side, and all I could feel was the firm, hard length of him through his trousers as he rested against me. I couldn’t wait to feel him inside of me, to feel them all.

“Good,” said the gruff-voiced one. “Look at this perfect little whore, she's soaked.” He continued, I felt his breath skate over the dampness of my thong.

His face must have been so close to my pussy.

I tried to push back, to get his tongue and mouth to where I wanted it, to where I needed it, but the hands on my wrists and ass held firmly.

Someone tsked, and one of Caz’s hands holding my hips lifted before it came back down with a sharp crack. I sucked air in through my teeth and moaned again, fuck that felt good. My rocking must have rubbed his cock the right way, as all I heard was a deep, guttural “fuck,” through his teeth as his tender hand soothed the sting before it found its place on my hip and held me open once more.

“Do you think she wants me to touch her?” said the gruff voice that was neither Caz or Nav.

I tried to nod in agreement, and all I managed was a garbled “yessss” through the gag.

I felt a smooth finger touch a light trail along my tailbone. It ran slowly down the seam of my thong, over the puckered hole of my ass and then lower still.

His touch trailed over the absolutely drenched patch of fabric at the entrance of my pussy where he pushed in slightly. Pulling my thong and fishnets tighter and tighter, before pulling out and moving lower to my clit where he skillfully circled once with the pad of his thumb through the material and then pinched, sending a jolt of pure pleasure straight through my entire body. I whined and bucked back in absolute desperation.

“How does she feel, Kill?” Said Nav from in front of me. His grip on my wrists loosened slightly before tightening again, giving me a comforting squeeze. His thumbs idly drawing circles against my skin in a soothing caress.

So the other was Kill and Kill was the boss in our little game, no names, just nicknames, the knowledge that this was all so confidential was very reassuring.

But I had heard someone say ‘Val’ before and my curiosity made me wonder who that was.

“She is so fucking ready.” Kill responded with a growling rumble, which quickly made my curiosity subside, for now, and focus solely on him.

Caz squeezed the flesh of my hips approvingly before bringing his hand down again in a cracking slap, which he once again smoothed out with a tender caress. A gentle soothing pleasure to counteract the delicious pain.

Nav rearranged my wrists and hands slightly, gripping them both in one of his large hands. I heard the clang and jostle of a belt buckle being loosened and my heart kicked up its furious beat within my chest. The butterflies that had been gently flapping within my stomach had now turned ravenous with frantic enthusiasm.

Fuck this was happening.

The sound of a zipper unfastening filled the all but silent room. Like everyone was waiting with bated breath.

Nav’s other hand came back to my wrists and opened my hands as he guided me. His already hard cock slid between my palms.

He was thick and heavy, his cock already damp and sticky with his precum as he fisted my hands around the length of his swollen shaft.

He used my hands to slide up and down his length, fucking himself in slow, fluid motions. His hips thrust forward into my hands as he let out a long, deep groan.

We quickly got a rhythm going between us. Slow and unhurried motions of my hands up and down his thick shaft as his hips pumped into me.

After a few moments of obviously watching Nav fuck my hands in silence, Caz squeezed my hips and ass again before opening me wider.

Kill took that opportunity to draw his hand up my centre, and I wished with everything I had, that he would move my thong and fishnets aside and have at me.

I needed to feel him on me without the restriction of my leftover clothing.

I knew I should have gone without my undergarments after I got that call today.

The thought of throwing them in the trash had crossed my mind more than once throughout the day. Now I was cursing my past self for being so hesitant and demure.

As if he had read my mind, Kill grabbed the fabric of my fishnets in one hand and roughly tore a gaping hole at the crotch, right up the seam. He then quickly shoved my thong to the side which Caz grabbed eagerly and held on.

I was exposed. My ass up and pussy out. The cool air of the room hit me and sent shivers over my too hot skin. My pussy fluttered in anticipation, ready for their touches, ready to be filled.

My grip on Nav's cock tightened as he continued the unhurried rolls and snaps of his hips.