Dark Signs

5

“L ook at this perfect little fuck hole.” Kill growled as he stood and moved away from me, I whined at his departure, I wanted him touching me, inside of me would be better.

I heard a clicking noise as his footsteps sounded around the room, Caz and Nav continued with their touches while watching what Kill was doing, until finally, Kill’s footsteps grew closer once again.

I felt a cool, wet swipe over my skin, the telltale flat tip of a marking pen drawing swirls and words over my flesh. I have had enough free handed tattoos to know that feeling anywhere.

I couldn't decipher what it was he was writing and drawing, but the feeling of him being so close to where I wanted him was maddening.

Lines and scribbles coated me, the closest coming up to the puckered hole of my ass and then down to my labia and across the entirety of my ass and hips as Caz stretched and ripped my stockings further open.

“The most perfect little pussy, on our pretty little poppet,” Caz responded in his thick accent, as he thrust his hips toward me once again. I assumed he was looking upon Kill's handiwork.

Kill added some finishing touches to his artwork upon my skin, some swirls and lines, curls and dots until he had covered me in his art.

Nav just moaned and tightened my grip around his cock as he thrusted his hips into my hands. I met him stroke for stroke. Sculpting my hands to the shape of him. I heard the click of the marker lid again as Kill withdrew the tip from my skin and I waited in anticipation.

In the next moment, I heard the sound of an old style instant camera click, followed by the film being immediately printed and dispensed.

“Gods, what a masterpiece.” Kill stated after a little while, I assumed the photo film had processed and he was now admiring his mastery.

I wasn't sure how I felt about the photos and how easily they could be distributed, but before my hesitation could fester, Caz leant over me, the hardness of his cock pressing against the seam of me.

“Don't worry, poppet, these will go no further than here. You can even take them with you when you leave if you'd prefer.” Caz reassured me.

I liked that thought, so in response, I nodded.

“That's a good little whore.” Kill spoke from wherever he was in the room.

Gods, his voice was sinful and his words were even moreso.

“You got her, Caz?” Kill said, as he finally joined us, Caz moved back to his position beside me.

Kill knelt behind me and settled between my thighs, never touching me. Just sitting and looking. His cool breath skating across my slick, exposed folds.

Caz must have nodded at Kill because without warning two long fingers slid into my eagerly awaiting pussy without resistance.

I was beyond ready for them.

I gasped out in pure pleasure at the feeling of finally being touched where I needed them. The slide of his fingers as he so easily plunged them into my slick depths.

He sunk them into me as far as he could go, knuckle by knuckle, pulsing and curling them slightly, before pulling them free.

I cried out my frustration at his withdrawal. But Caz gripped my hips in a quick reassurance, his fingers gingerly massaging the muscles of my thighs and ass, and said, “Let me taste her, please Sir.”

I heard shuffling as Kill rose to a stand, he must have brought his fingers to Caz's lips so he could suck my flavour from him, because Caz’s hands never moved from their position upon my body, he only tightened their grip upon me as he tasted me and my desire for them all.

“Fucking delicious, poppet.” Caz moaned after I heard his lips pop off of Kill's fingers.

“Excuse me?” Kill chastised.

“Sorry sir, thank you sir.” Caz replied obediently.

“That's better.” Kill all but purred back.

Kill was very, very dominant. The thought thrilled me.

They had planned this night perfectly, everything I had noted was so far accounted for.

What I would give to see them do that again. I loved a man who could share.

It was obvious, these three men would do more than just share.

“Fuck, darling girl.” Said Nav as his hip movements started to become erratic between my hands. “You're so fucking perfect. I want to taste her too, Kill. Please.”

I moaned, the only sound I seemed capable of making. I was incoherent with lust and need.

Kill made his way back to me and nestled between my thighs, this time, Kill slid his fingers along the soaking seam of me. Starting at my clit before trailing them up to my drenched entrance and sinking them ever so slowly into me.

He swirled them around inside me just once, curled them at just the right angle to make me gasp and quiver before he pulled them slowly free again.

I sagged, I just wanted him, them, to fill me. I was done with this teasing. It was almost painful how wet and swollen I was for them, and they had barely even touched me.

I felt so unbearably vulnerable.

Kill stood again and I heard his footsteps as he walked around me to where Nav was positioned, cock firmly wedged between my gripping hands and fingers.

Nav stopped his hips moving but kept his grip on my hands tight around the base of his swollen cock.

“Where are your manners?” I heard Kill say, his voice dripped with authority and sin.

“Can I please taste her… Sir.” Nav replied, a pleading tone laced his voice, like he was absolutely desperate for me.

“Open,” Kill commanded with a stern, but gentle voice.

I heard Nav moan thickly around a mouthful of Kill's fingers, before Kill purred a syrupy, “Good boy.”

I moaned, the thought of them sharing one another and me was absolutely delightful.

And they definitely shared.

“You taste divine, darling girl.” Nav said softly, licking his lips as if savouring the flavour of me on them. His thrusts started up again with newfound fervour. Gripping my hands tightly around his hard length.

I was drenched now, I could feel myself dripping my wet desire against my thighs. Kill made his way back to his position, his fingertips were a light caress as he walked them up and over my spine as he moved, and once he was back to his position between my thighs, he must have noticed what I had felt.

“You're making a mess, little whore.” He spoke smoothly, as if this encounter were nothing but a normal Friday to him. “But don't worry,” he continued, “I'll clean you up.”

And with that, I felt the wet pad of his tongue trace the trail of my wetness from my thigh to the centre of me with one skillful lick.

His tongue circled my entrance languidly a few times, gathering my flavour and licking me clean before he thrust it as far as he could into my pussy. Only once, before he withdrew. His tongue flicking up on its departure.

“Gods, you do taste divine.” He purred. “Val,” he continued, speaking to the unknown in the room. “Would you like to taste your little lamb? She tastes exactly like you thought she would, like every dark and twisted thought that's ever run through your head.” His voice was strangled and thick.

Whoever and wherever this Val was, must have motioned yes, I didn't hear a word. But the feeling I felt during my run through the park skated across my skin, the feeling of thick awareness and fear clung to me. Val felt dangerous.

Two of Kill's fingers skirted my entrance before they dipped deep into my depths once more.

Kill pulsed those skillful fingers, scissored them apart, gathering as much of my wetness as he could on those digits of his to feed to Val, before he withdrew them from me.

Kill stood, his footsteps disappearing away from us. One of Caz’s hands let go of my hips to soothe gently over the skin of my ass and thigh, up and over my spine before he lent over me and whispered in my ear, “Val approves, poppet.” In his thick accent.

A responding and approving growl swept through the room which sent the hairs on the back of my neck on end. It was a carnal sound that made my pussy flutter and clench in anticipation.

Caz straightened, but not before swiping his hand up the centre of me, his fingertips teasing the sensitive nub of my clit in one gentle swirl before he slapped the sensitive bud with a swift crack, followed by another soothing motion. I bucked my hips at the pleasure he so easily made throb throughout my entire body.

Caz liked to slap and elicit small amounts of pain, but always made sure to soothe and comfort.

Nav’s hips still thrust and withdrew slowly in my hands as I tightened my grip around his cock, which was instantly met with a satisfied, deep and husky groan.

“Do that again, darling,” Nav seethed with a pained pleasure through his teeth.

I complied and tightened my grip on him. His corresponding guttural groan sent me giddy with excitement.

It was the knowledge that I was having just as much of an impact on them as they were on me that made me feel so very powerful and feminine .

I was loving every moment of this.

As footsteps sounded closer to me again, Caz withdrew his hand from my clit and placed it back on the swell of my hip and pulled the flesh of my ass and thighs apart.

His hand damp with my desire.

“Are you ready, little whore?” Kill asked as he settled himself between my thighs, his face flush with my soaked and swollen pussy. His breath skating over the very core of me.

I tried to nod and moan out a needy “yes” around the gag.

Caz's grip on my hips tightened as he held me open for Kill.

More gently than I would have liked, Kill drew a line up my centre with his calloused fingers, gliding them through my slick, gathering my wetness on his fingers, bringing them up to the swollen bud of my clit and circling it tightly. He plucked it between his fingers and pulled, eliciting a heady moan from me.

With those two fingers he played with my clit, each caress made my pussy flutter excitedly around nothing.

“I can see your pretty little pussy pulsing for me, little whore.” Kill whispered against my overheated flesh, the caress of his cool breath against my wet heat sent shivers that skated so decadently down my spine.

He let go of my clit and slid his fingers back to my drenched opening, doing nothing but holding them steady against my flesh.

“Look at you.” He praised. “If my breath against your pussy is enough to make you quiver and drip, imagine what my fingers and tongue will do to you?” He whispered against my heated and wet flesh.

I whined a needy plea.

I was desperate for it.

Ever so slowly, Kill inched two of his fingers inside of me, once again meeting no resistance. I was more than ready for their welcome intrusion. Knuckle by knuckle, he slid his fingers home.

He buried them deep, burrowing his way inside of me.

Just as slowly as he had entered me, he started to withdraw, but this time it was to add another finger.

That extra digit gave me the delicious stretch that I very much needed.

He thrust into me, matching the pace of Nav as he fucked himself into my hands.

Working me in tandem. Thrusting his fingers in and out of me. The sounds coming from me and my slick pussy that filled the room as they fucked me, were downright sinful.

I was a wet and sloppy mess that couldn't form a coherent thought.

My pussy was being filled so perfectly, Kill knew precisely how to please a woman.

His fingers were skilled and dexterous, while Nav knew exactly how to take his own pleasure from you and make you want to thank him for it.

I felt so powerful while still at the mercy of their hands.

“She's so fucking wet and tight,” Kill growled as he withdrew to add yet another finger. The four of them stretched me to capacity. Kill curled them in expertly until he found that sweet spot inside of me and then he pulsed on it, making my inner muscles contract and spasm.

I groaned out a pleasured, panting moan around my gag.

He pressed the heel of his palm to my clit and held it down, adding some much needed stimulation to that throbbing nub at the apex of my sex.

Caz let go of one side of my hips, his hand a slow caress down my thigh and back up again, he brought that hand down with a crack, sending me rocking back deeper on to Kill’s fingers which made me gasp out loud. The angle and fullness of his fingers inside me caused my grip on Nav to tighten. Caz did it again and again. With each slap against my ass, he made sure he smoothed over with a gentle, soothing palm. The pleasure and pain sending my blood to liquid fire in my veins.

“You're so fucking close to taking my whole godsdamn hand, little whore.” Kill growled darkly. “I'm sure Val would love to make you his pretty little puppet queen one day.” He continued, his breath heavy against the swollen heat of my pussy .

Fuck. I had never done that before, but I had always been interested in trying.

Also, who and where the fuck was Val?

I gasped again as another crack of Caz's hand slapped down upon my flesh, sending me rocking back farther onto Kill's hand. Thoughts of Val quickly subsided as I was stretched into a blissed out delirium.

After I was certain my ass cheek was red and raw, Caz stopped. He then brought his hand around my waist and replaced Kill's palm with his own fingers, circling over my clit. He rubbed and played, swirling tight circles over my clit and down lower to my labia. Stimulating all parts of my swollen, throbbing sex.

With all three of their hands on me and in me, I felt like I was going to implode from pleasure. There were so many different sensations all at once. Nav fucking my hands, Kill stretching and fucking my pussy with his skillful fingers, and Caz playing with the rest of me.

I could feel my orgasm building.

My heart was racing, my blood was alive with what felt like fireworks as they exploded brightly in my veins.

The pressure started building in the base of my spine, growing and growing. My stomach tightened and contracted as my orgasm started to crest.

I bucked and moaned against them, pulling every ounce of strength I had into this orgasm as it slowly started to seep into my bones.

Fuck, I needed this.

My pussy was fluttering and spasming around Kill's fingers, when suddenly they all stopped.

Kill pulled his fingers from me, leaving me open, soaking and utterly empty.

Caz stopped his rubbing. My clit still tingling and aching from his touch.

Nav withdrew his cock from my grip abruptly which left my hands limp and gripping on nothing .

My orgasm had been denied me before it could even wash and crash over me with a brute, tidal like force.