They entered the room once more and he raised a hand gesturing about, "As you can see this is the main room, soft core."
Gwyne took another look around the room, at everything that was going on then looked back at him as if he were blind and said, "Uh, Soft core? I beg to differ, no offense but everyone here is, hard core fucking."
He rolled his eyes and lightly shook his head as if she were naive, "No, no. this my Love, is soft core, vanilla, anything you can see here is going to be tame compared to everything else." He led her across the room and through a set of doors before he continued once more. "This establishment offers an array of delights, from public to private or just viewing in general. This hallway here is a viewing area. Think of it like a menu at a restaurant."
"Menu." She repeated, like they could just order up sex. The idea of it was quite fascinating.
He moved, taking her hand in his, like her actually hand and not her wrist like he usually did, when he led her about. He slowly guided her through the dimly lit hallway. It was lined with various viewing windows that were lit up. There were other people in the hallway, mostly minding there own business as they looking through the windows. Some people were openly touching themselves as they watched what was going on.
They slowly approached the first viewing window and she noticed a guy was getting a blow job as he looked through the window. She glanced at him and the woman at his feet, going at it like no tomorrow. Dawson tugged on her hand and she realized she was staring. She blushed before turning her attentions to the window.
Inside another room, a woman was bent over a wooden wrack. She had a blindfold on and was being split roasted. There was a guy in her mouth and a guy taking her hard from behind. There also appeared to be a long line of men waiting for their turn to fuck her. The guy going at her from behind suddenly came inside her. Gwyne watched him empty them move to the end of the line as the next guy stepped up and entered.
"That's my wife, mother of my children." The guy getting the blow job boasted. He had a huge grin on his face."Isn't she fucking hot. You want a go?" he asked not taking his eyes off the window. "We're trying to break our record tonight."
Gwyne mouth fell ajar, she looked back into the room wide-eyed. This guy was watching his wife get fucked and even offering her up to total strangers as he got a blow job. SHIT!. She didn't know what to say. Dawson let go of her hand and wrapped her leash around his arm. He yanked her it tight and pulled her away from the window.
When they were several steps away he hissed, "Don't talk to or touch anyone."
"Right," she said, "But his wife?"
"Yes," he said, "It's actually quiet common."
She'd heard of swingers but felt like this was different. They stepped up to another window. In this new room there were various wracks and swings. People were strapped in and being, whipped, paddled and fucked, sometimes all three. They watched for a few seconds then moved on to another window. One woman was sitting on a table and inserting things in her ass. She was surrounded by objects. She'd pick one up showed it to the window then put it in and walk around a bit until it fell out, then she got back on the table and did the next one. Some of the things were every day shit, hair brushes, a shampoo bottle, a chip container. Gwyne wouldn't see those the same...not after this.
Dawson pulled her along as she couldn't seem to take her eyes of the woman as she picked up a flute and stuck it up her vagina. "Come along, come along, there is more to feast your eyes upon."
They moved to more windows, she saw what Dawson called a "harem room." One guy was surround by ten woman. He looked like he was in his fifties, and these woman were all gorgeous models. The fed him grapes and swooned over him, massaging and blowing him like he was the last man on earth. In the next room over there was a reverse harem. An average looking woman was surrounded by good looking muscled men. The woman was sharing a hot tub with them. She had a drink and kept blushing at them as they catered to her every need. The woman seemed super shy and looked like she was gigging a lot. They began to feed her grapes fawning over her, Gwyne could see the appeal.
They walked by a series of windows with leather, latex, whips and chains. One woman was in a cage and another was being whipped so hard it left marks all over her body. She somewhat knew what that felt like now, considering that was her first or second date with Dawson. She saw another woman who had something attached to her breasts and began to shake violently. She got up close but didn't quiet understand what was going on.
Dawson could see her confusion, "Electricity."
"What? Wait! As in getting shocked?"
"Yes," he said putting his arms around her from behind.
"Shit!" she said, "Doesn't that kill you?"
"Too much of anything can kill you, love." he said resting his chin on top of her head, "But I doubt their using high voltage here. She's no doubt playing it up. This isn't that kind of club."
"Wait? Are there are clubs, where you can get seriously hurt or...even die?"
"Yes," he said without hesitation."Is it surprising? There isn't anything that can't be experienced in this world, these days, for the right price."
"Fuck." she said. "I mean that's got to illegal and shit!"
He pulled from her and turned her to face him. "Drugs are illegal, exposing yourself in public is illegal, you still do it." he said casually lifting her chin.
She grabbed his arm. "Yeah but those are small crimes."
"Well, some consider murder the same."
"Fuck." she said shocked. "Is...is this another one of those rich things?"
"Rich things?"
"You know what people in power do?"
He chuckled, "Oh you're so adorable sometimes. No this isn't class specific. The rich aren't the only ones out there, murdering for pleasure. Like anything, it's supply and demand. It doesn't matter if someone is rich or powerful or poor and ineffective. If there is a desire for something to be had, then it exists. Of course having money and power just makes it easier, to gain access and of course clean up after. In the case of deaths at sex clubs it's usually accidental Things just go too far, life threatening injuries are sustained or in most cases someone has a weak heart."
She swallowed at how easily he could discuss such things "Can we, change the subject."
"Making you uneasy?" he said pulling at her braid.
"Yes,"
"Alright," he said.
She was worried he'd keep going, knowing how he liked to push things she didn't like but he didn't. They simply continued to walk about. It was a little hard to get back into things, knowing what she knew. They approached another window, it looked into a room that was set up like an operating room. People were playing with gas, and medical gear. It wasn't her thing, she moved on to the next window and he followed.
A woman was filing her nails and talking on the phone as men lined up to fuck her. She rolled her eyes as a man entered her and ignored him pumping away. She looked put out, bored even. Gwyne stared at her wondering if she did this all day, every day and if it eventually got boring. She'd never gotten to that point but thought it would suck.
"What is it?" asked Dawson noticing her expression.
"She doesn't seem all that interested."
"It's a fetish," said Dawson.
"What?
"Disinterest."
"Disinterest?"
"Yes, it's where the person you're fucking ignores you or seemed disinterested."
"Oh, I did not know that was a thing."
"I'm sure there is a lot, you don't know. This is a good place to start, I'm sure you'll learn a lot."
They reached the end of the hall and she thought that was it for the viewing rooms, "What now?"
"There is still more to come," he said, "Can't have the hall go on forever, it turns back around on another side. They left the hall and entered a large circular room. In the center there was a circular wall with women's lower halves sticking out every few feet. Above each lower half, there were pictures of what Gwyne assumed, the woman looked like.
Dawson put his hand on her back. "You might like this room."
"Really, what is it?"
"Where fuck holes come to shine." he said. "It's a glory hole room but with women sticking out instead of men."
They walked around the room and she realized the women's lower halves were just waiting to be used. After a few women they saw a line of men lining up for one woman in particular. Her picture was really nice, she was a blond. Her curtains match the drapes as they say, from what she could tell. The men seemed drunk and were really route fighting over who got to be in line next. It looked to be some sort of bachelor party.
"Well, what do you think?"
"I'm slightly confused, why show a picture of the women, if you're never going to be face to face?"
"A lot of guys like to the idea of fucking someone hot, putting a picture up just helps further their fantasy. Honestly though, at the end of the day, it doesn't really matter, this is just a room to pop off in. You don't have to deal with a person. It's a bit of an assembly line, really. Having a hard day, or a long one? Just don't feel like talking, go straight to the hole and plug away, no muss, no fuss."
"Hmm," said Gwyne. She didn't know what to say about that. She wondered why he thought she'd like this.
"Also I doubt the pictures are accurate."
"Really,"
"Yeah who know what they have on the other end."
"And you think I'd like this room?'
"Yes, it goes both ways. I'm sure there are times you've just want to be filled? You like being full, right? Here you'd never bee hollow. There would always be a man ready to fill you up. No talking, just the next and the next and then next." Her turned her to watch the bachelor party fuck the woman. She was wiggling all about thrusting her hips. Gwyne recalled when Dawson had been fucking her senseless the other day, on that drug she just kept wanting to fuck. Kept pumping her hips even when she was empty. She couldn't imagine always being full...it was kind of scary. This looked like a place you could lose all control, like a drug den for sex addicts."
She'd always romanticized places like these but now was beginning to see the thorns beyond the roses. They continued and saw a row of boxes that were just women's lower halves sticking up. A man was running along them just slapping them and fingering them. The lower halves squirmed and wiggled about.
"I'd like to do that with you."
"Hmm?" she said looking at Dawson.
"Put you in a box and throw away the key. Just have your fuck hole all to myself, waiting for me to fill it up, all day, everyday."
"It's gotta be uncomfortable to hold that position for so long."
"Don't worry, we'll work on your flexibility. I'll get you a trainer to help you hold any position. Or maybe I'll just put you under. Have you set up next to my desk so I can pop off every now and then throughout the day."
"Right." she said giving him a strange look. "Someone is extra horny today."
"Everyday with you," He laughed before giving her a breast a squeeze.
She was glad to leave the room as they took another door and returned to the viewing hallways. The next window was strange. A woman was unconscious and another woman was dragging her across the room. She set her down and then propped her up like a fucking doll.
"Is she faking or is she actually out?"
"Probably out. Could be a sleeping beauty fetish."
"What is that?"
"We were just talking about it. They put the person under and do whatever they want with them, while their unconscious." She shook her head before before she could speak he said, "Before you get all anal about it, it is CONSENSUAL play. These people are willingly going under. Usually they sign some waver and are well compensated."
She watched the woman drag the unconscious woman about some more. She spread her then inserted a funnel before filling the unconscious woman with what she could only assume were marbles.
"What the fuck?" said Gwyne.
"Relax, they'll clean her out before they wake her up. She'll probably never know this even happened, if they do their jobs right. I'm sure they also have a cover on her cervix if not any damage would no doubt be, given bonus pay." He pulled out a cigarette and lit it. She took it from him after he took a drag and took several herself.
She kept looking into the room and shaking her hand. "Some things aren't worth all the money in the world."
"Getting unnerved, I thought it was your dream to come here or something?"
"Yeah, the fantasy of it. The reality is so much more fucked up, then I realized. I mean I knew you did shit in clubs but I thought it was just straight up fucking over chairs, couches upside down. I didn't realize there were all these fetishes rooms and things people did to each other."
"Take a few more hits," he said, "It seems shocking now but eventually it all just, exists." He let out a sigh and looked around dully before continuing."Eventually nothing with phase you."
He must have done a lot of shit over the years. She realized he might actually be more experienced then her. It had been a long time since she'd run into a guy that had more miles on him then she did. "Shit."
"What," he said taking back the cigarette.
"I just realized you might actually be more experienced then me."
"I am older."
"Yeah but I've done some shit."
"Apparently not as much shit as me," he said with a sly smirk.
"Tell me, out of all these things here, what have you done personally?"
"Hmm," His smile got even wider before he took a long drag of his cigarette and let it out. "How about I tell you, after I do it to you."
"Oh no!" she said shaking her head. "You are not sleeping beautying me or whatever...EVER. That just seems so dangerous like what if you fall or end up in some weird position and suffocate. Even if I like to lose control, I still like to keep some level of it. Even when I get blasted I know my limits... well most days."
He chuckled, put out the cigarette in a near by ash tray on the wall then brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "Personally, I think you're making a big deal out of nothing, being asleep isn't any worse then being awake."
"Uh yeah, awake you can do stuff and take control if things get too dangerous. Plus, what is the point of doing stuff if you can't recall it."
"Imagine how fun it would be to guess. To wake up and have no idea what I did to you but feel the beautiful repercussions of it. Maybe I'd film it and let you find out. Besides asleep you're more relaxed. When you're awake you could hurt yourself, struggling against your bindings or contorting yourself in the wrong way in frenzied orgasm. Ever hear how drunk drivers, always survive a crash because they're passed out and relaxed?"
"Right are we going to be in a crash anytime soon?" She said furrowing her brow.
"Maybe, we're already in one." he teased.
"Whatever can we just please, move on. I guess this topic is just a matter of opinion and let's leave it at that."
"For now."
She groaned but they continued on looked in a few more rooms. She wasn't really paying attention as it all started to blur together. Strangely enough it was like a porn overload. She let out a heavy sigh and noticed something in the center of the hall. It was like a wall but with what looked like a woman coming out of it.
"What's that? Art?"
"No, that is what they call a vacuum seal. He pointed to a tube, "I assume that is for air,"
"Wait there is a person in this thing." said Gwyne.
"Yes," he said. He reached out and casually squeezed the woman's breast. Gwyne heard a faint moan and the wall moved a bit.
"Shit there is a person." She realized he wall was just a layer of latex.
"Go ahead touch it, feel it, poke," he encouraged her, like it wasn't a person in there but some toy to be played with.
She reached out running her hand over the woman's stomach and then her breasts. Admittedly she had really nice breasts they were full and round but she felt weird looking at her fully encased in latex. "Hmm, she is a mother of four who enjoys being squeezed,"
"What," said Gwyne confused. "How do you know that?"
"It's right here, even shows a picture. She looked at a plaque, on the other side of the wall. It showed the woman's face and even had a bio. She looked so happy in the photo. Gwyne never would have imagined the woman in the photo was the person in the wall. She read on. It read she had once stayed inside a vacuum seal for 24 hours. She's always loves tight places and being constricted.
"Wow," said Gwyne.
"This is beautiful." said Dawson."I want to do something like this with you, fill all your holes, have you sealed up tight and on a display. Show you off to the world."
"Right, no" she said, then just in case the woman could hear she added, "No offense." She had no idea how that would feel, to have people just staring, watching her as she got off. "I don't know, this...this is all just so different."
"There is a lot you don't know. You act like you're a pro, just because your body count is high but you haven't even scratched the surface, my love." He took hold of her leash and pulled her in more. He gestured to the woman's air tube and smiled. "Let's have some fun, shall we."
"What?" she said.
He put his thumb over the air tube, cutting it off, it didn't take long for the woman to start reacting. She began to squirm about and he just watched with an almost delight.
"Don't." Gwyne said grabbing his arm.
"Jealous?" he teased.
"No, she can't breath. Let it go,"
"Relax," he said. "Look at her, she's getting off on it." Gwyne didn't think so but she saw the woman slightly bucking her hips and as he let go of the air tube, she gasped and let out a seductive moaned. He chuckled enjoying her response "They wouldn't leave it out in the open, if she didn't want you to play with it."
"I guess." she said.
She let out a heavy sigh and watched as the woman moved around in the tight plastic. Oddly enough out of everything she'd seen so far this unsettled her the most. She'd always assumed if she ever managed to settled down one day or have a family again, she'd stop messing around. Yet it would seem even settled you could still get into shit.
Of course she knew that, she'd seen couples who messed around over the years and Dawson was married with kids. Clearly just because you settled down or had a family didn't mean you have to stop. Yes, she knew all this but for some reason, seeing this woman, seemed to hit harder, closer to home so to speak. She realized she had all this assumptions.
She'd assumed all of this was just tempered, a time in her youth to get blasted and have fun but she knew it couldn't go on forever. At some point.. one day it would all change and she would change...into what what the question. Just what did she want and who did she want to be? She laughed at how serious she was getting. Here she was standing half naked in a fucking sex club, now was not the time to reassess her a life.
"What's so funny?" asked Dawson.
"Nothing, just thinking. Sometimes I think too much."
He grasped hold of her chin and pulled her in for a soft kiss. When their lips parted he said "Did I give you permission to "think,"
"No, but I don't need it." she teased back.
"Ah but you do." he said. He gave her another kiss, this one more passionate and all consuming, she quickly felt herself melting.
When he pulled away she hummed with satisfaction and joked, "My apologies, I didn't know".
"Well, now you do," he said with a smirk.
He gave her ass a hard slap before squeezing it. He tugged on her leash then and they continued on to more windows. She tried to really let go and stop thinking so much. She did that way too often and in a place like this it was better to just let go and go with the flow.
Behind another viewing window she saw a naked woman strapped to a table. She was getting hot wax slowly poured onto her. She jerked against her bindings and let out such moans. She looked to be enjoying herself quite a bit.
"I might like that," said Gwyne.
"Really?" said Dawson.
He hadn't looked into the room yet. He'd mostly been watching her, enjoying her every little twitch or twinge. Her expressions alone, were enough for him, watching those big eyes of hers light up with such fascination, disgust or even fear. Oh how he loved to watch her fear. He hadn't been able to take his eyes off her all night, even on the roller coaster, he'd only wanted to watch her. He wanted to watch her experience everything.
She turned to him and he smiled down at her, brushing his thumb across her cheek. He gave her a soft smile as she said "Yeah, I used to use wax when I was younger."
He finally tore his eyes from her and looked into the room. He nodded realizing what she was going on about. "Ah, yes,"
"Yeah," she said turning back to the window as more wax was poured on the woman, "I used to not be able to sleep so I'd stay up and mess around with candles, mostly on my arms and legs. I liked how it stung before the wax would cool and leave little patches behind.
"Hmp," he scoffed at her, "All this protesting about not being a masochist and you knew what you were back then."
"I didn't. That was different."
"Really, tell me did it bring you pleasure or relief."
"I guess," she said realizing it had. "But it was more of a nice distraction."
"You ever cut?"
"Cut? No, why?"
"No reason," he said, "But we can do that."
"Cut?" she jerked her head looking at him wide-eyed.
"Wax," he said giving her ass a good squeeze. Then he leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek before whispered in her ear, "But I'm sure in time, we'll put your body through everything."
She looked up at him feeling unsettled. "Right."
She swallowed then bit her lower lip. It was easy to say he was jut messing around but after tonight. After the things she'd seen... he really could be serious. He tugged on her leash and she followed, her stomach feeling upset. She really hoped they wouldn't do everything.
"Look here," he said pulling her up to another window, "This is something I'm interested in."
He practically pressed her face into the glass wanting her to look. She saw a room with ropes, a naked woman was strung up in them, with her legs spread wide. The lips of her pussy were also spread open, with a clamps and you could literally see up inside her. Somehow her vaginal tunnel, was open.
Gwyne's jaw dropped, "I don't understand, how can it be like that?"
She knew it could get big, could take the shape of what it was fucking but to just stay open like that. He put his hand on both her shoulders and squeezed them excited about her interested, "Look closer, she is wearing a tunnel plug. Think of it like a dildo, only it's hallow. It's often used with anal play but can just as easily be inserted in the vagina. It hold her walls open and keeps her from closing up."
"Oh," she said not able to take her eyes off the woman. She suddenly moved jerking her hips and Gwyne saw something in the way back, "What is that in the back."
He peered through the window and smiled "Remember, I told you about that earlier, that you'd be able to see the cervix."
"REALLY!" She said giving it another look.
"Yes,"
"I don't know, I guess I didn't think it would look like that," she said. It looked so puffy and round. She'd seen it in medical book during an anatomy coarse in college but had never see it like this. The woman got excited knowing people were watched and began to swing about.
"And you want to do that with me?"
"Yes, only you wont be empty, you'll be more like a bucket brimming with cum."
"Right," she said.
"I also want to put you in a display case, like in a museum so people can walk around and see every angle of your depravity."
She scoffed,"Uh More like your depravity." He gave her a big grin but she didn't find this amusing. She was beginning to feel overheated and overwhelmed by everything, "Is there anyway we can step outside and get some fresh air."
"They have a roof. I suppose we could pop up there at some point and have a look around."
"I don't really want to keep looking around." she said then continued. "At what point do things slow down with you. Like this however long it's been feels constant and way too intense."
"You feeling overwhelmed?"
"Yes,"
"Good," he said giving her a hug from behind, "I want to bombarded your senses just as we condition your body, I also want to condition your mind." He began to kiss the back of her neck and feel her up.
"I don't know about that," she said uneasy, "If I want-"
A beeping sound suddenly went off. He pulled from her and looked at his watch. "Ah it's time."
"Time? For what?"
"You'll see soon enough, I've booked us a private room."
"Wait what?"
"Come on, it should be ready."
He pulled her along, practically dragging her out of the hallway. She tried to slow things down and get some information out of him, afraid of what he might have planned, "WAIT!C ould you just-"
He wouldn't listen, he just kept pulling her along. They went into another room, then into a stairwell. Some people were fucking on the stairs and she had to watch where she stepped as they passed them. A woman nearly grabbed her ankle to pull her in but Dawson grabbed hold of her and practical carried her up the rest of the stairs.
When they got to the top, he set her down and pushed her through a door that let out into another dimly lit hall. She struggled to keep up with him as he walked with such excitement. She was trying to keep track of where they were and how to get out of here, just in case he ditched her again but this place was like a fucking maze. After so many doors and hallways she found herself beyond lost. They reached a hallway lined with a dozen or so doors and he thankfully slowed down.
As he carefully looked at the numbers on each of the doors, she tried talking to him again. "Could we just-"
"It must be so hard on you, seeing everyone else getting fucked." he interrupted.
"Hard, I wouldn't say it was hard. If anything it's all been...I guess, more then I expected."
"I bet you're hungry!"
"Ah, I don't know, my stomach is a little bit upset. Could you tell me what we're doing?
"Your hole," he said. "I bet that hole of yours is hungry after seeing all this."
Before she could respond, he stopped in front of a door and entered a code on a panel next to it. She heard a clicking sound as it unlocked. After seeing everything tonight, she didn't know what to expect and worried what might be in there. Her heart quickened as he yanked her inside. The room was dark at first but after a second, he turned on the lights.
She looked around cautiously yet also curiously. The room was small, a little bigger then a photo booth or maybe the size of a private room on a train. It had a hard wooden bench and there were mirrors on every walls. There was also a lube and paper towel dispense.
On her second glance around the room, she noticed a small hole in one of the mirrors. Overall she found herself puzzled. She hadn't really expect this? Of course she hadn't known what to expect but after everything, she half expected to see a bed, whips, chains or other people. She sat down on the small wooden bench feeling slightly relieved. He let her rest for a moment as he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. Hes still seemed so excited and she yet again wondered what he was up to.
After a minute or so she looked at him and asked. "What exactly are we doing here?
He smiled at her then knocked on one of the walls. A moment later some guys hard dick pushed through the hole in the wall. Her eyes widened as she realized this was a glory hole. Again a wave of relief washed over her, at least she knew how to handle this.
"You ever use one?"
"At a few parties." she said. "But it was mostly amateur. People messing around with curtains or cardboard boxes."
"Well this is a classy place," he said. "You wont find any cardboard boxes here."
"Right,"
"Go ahead," he said gesturing to the cock, "Have some fun."
"Some fun?" she said looking at it. He actually wanted her to touch another guys cock, right in front of him. She looked at him puzzled like this was just some test or something. It had to be, right? "Are you sure?"
"Yes." He said unwavering.
"But I thought you said no more randoms?"
"Exactly, no more men that I don't approve of first. You have my permission to touch this cock."
"Okay." she said slowly, still feeling a bit weird.
It wasn't like she hadn't been with multiple men at once, before but those had just been one night stands...strangers. It had been a while since she'd fuck anyone in front of someone she was sort of seeing...well hanging out with. She bit her lip, again wondering about this thing of theirs. This was suppose to be just sex but she had spent days opening up to him and telling him her most intimate secrets.
She guessed she felt different now, like they had more of a connection somehow. She knew how stupid that sounded. Like Corrie, Dawson had also made their relationship very clear. She needed to stop overthinking and making things more then they were.
She took a deep breath and a closer look at the cock. It was decent enough, okay more then decent. It had a nice head, girth and length. He could have been a cock model. if such a thing existed. She reached out and touched it, it felt so warm. She gave it a good squeeze running her hand along the shaft and liked how it felt in her hand.
"Good enough?" he asked.
"Yeah, I guess" She said, again feeling strange. She wasn't used to a man asking her opinion on another man's cock.
"Why so glum?"
"I don't know, just do you really want this?"
"I do," he said gently brushing her cheek. "I want to make things clear. I'm not like your first boyfriend. He didn't know what he had but I do, understand"
"I guess she said," She stroked the other guys cock as Dawson watched her closely. She wasn't quiet sure what he wanted her to do with it. "So what? Do you just want me to play with it? Suck it?"
"No!" he said excitedly. "I want you to fuck it,"
"Fuck it?" she said as he came up to her. He got down on his knees in front of her and then reached for her crotch.
He quickly undid the hooks on her body suit letting it open at the crotch. "He ran his hands over it, "I KNEW IT! Nice and wet, you are a hungry hungry hole." He didn't look at her. It was almost like he was only talking to her sex.
"Could you not talk to it like that? I mean me," she said.
"I'll talk to you however I want," he said with a smug grin.
He stood up then pulled himself out, she could tell he was really hard. She wondered if he was just going to watch or do something else.
"Are you going to watch?"
"No." he said. He used the lube dispenser, gathering some up in his hand. He slathered it on his dick before getting some more in his hand. "I know you're sore but don't worry, I'll be doing all the work."
"How exactly?" She asked perplexed.
He gestured for her to get her up. She stood up and he sat down on the bench. He patted to his lap and she went to sit down. He quickly put his hands between her ass cheeks and slathered some lube on her anus.
"Oh," she said, quickly realizing he was going to fuck her ass.
She assumed she'd also be fucking this random guys cock. It had been a while since she'd been double stuffed, it was quite unexpected. He worked her hole for a second. It hadn't been that long since they'd done it there, she eased up quickly but knew she hadn't been cleaned out. Before she could point this out, he pulled her to him, placing his cock. He didn't seem to care as he shoved the tip in. She tried to slowly sit down on him but he wasn't having it. He grabbed her hips and pulled her to fall down on him. He went all the way up her ass and she let out a sound, "Oafff."
She settled for a moment feeling the fullness of him. "Fuck.
She closed her eyes as he began to lifted her up then set her down. She felt some discomfort but didn't protested as he kept lifted her up then setting her down. Her ass just felt so full. She looked at the dick in front of her and wondered how this was going to work. It was so far away. Did Dawson expect her to lean forward or something. She might be able to touch it even suck it but he had said fuck it. He suddenly put his arms under her knees and stood up with him still in her ass.
He spread her knees apart and brought her pussy up to the waiting cock. She could see her bruises in the mirrors but could also see how wet and excited she was. He brought her closer to the cock and hissed, "Let's see if we can't bruise that pussy up a little more,"
She threw her head back against him. What was her life! Here she was getting double stuffed in a sex club. In this moment she felt completely invigorated...even though she wasn't on anything. He brought her up to the very tip of the cock. He toyed with her letting the tip poke her, running her bruised pussy lips over it. It hurt…she was still sore to the touch but it also felt good. It was a sort of deep, throbbing pleasure mixed with a twinge of pain. He ran her pussy up and down the cock then set her entrance on it. He was in complete control of her body. It was like she was his fuck puppet.
"You want this cock?" He quietly asked. "Or are you too sore?"
"No, I mean yes, fuck I want it!"
"You want it? You want me to feed it to you?"
"Yes," she said as he kept nudging the guys head at her entrance. He'd let it poke her then pull away. She was so wet her juices were drizzling onto the cock and left strings when it pulled away. She wanted it bad but he just kept teasing her with it.
"Yeah this looks like a nice juicy cock huh."He ran her lips along the cock. He let it poke at her clit ring. He knew her body, knew right where everything was and tormented her.
She groaned and cried out "Uh fucker, stop teasing me."
"What's that?" he said. "What did you call me?"
She knew what he wanted "Master please! Please feed me this delicious cock!"
She heard him take in a deep breath in satisfaction. She could see him smile in the mirror and ever so slowly, he set the tip at her entrance once more. This time he let the head sink into her. She should have been so numb but she sucked it right up and could feel it gloriously swell within her.
He quickly took it out and she protested. "Oh, Come on!"
She wanted to feel every inch of it. He chuckled at her distress but lifted her up and placed the tip at her entrance yet again. She could feel him take in another deep breath. Her back was so tight to his chest she could feel when he exhaled. She thought he was going to dip it in again but this time he shoved her down on it hard and let it fill her all the way up. She rolled her eyes back as she shuttered with such delight. No one had ever placed her on a cock before, it sunk in so deep and hard. It was oh so good! To top everything off she could feel Dawson up her ass as her pussy radiating from her bruises and the fullness of this new cock.
It was almost too much for her to take! This new cock perfectly poked her cervix. Given what she had told him she knew he must have picked out this size on purpose. Which only made her feel all the more elated. Like Dawson's cock, it nudge her hole up and pushed it around. She smiled no matter how much pain she was in, a nice, hard cock always made her feel better. She could feel Dawson twitch in her ass and knew he had be feeling the effects of this new cock inside her.
She heard him let out some noises which was rare for him. She let out pleasurable moans happy to be filled up with such delicious cocks. She looked at herself in the mirror seeing herself pinned between a man and the wall, this truly was a glory hole.
"Yeah look at you," said Dawson noticing she was staring at herself in the mirror, "Fucking cock whore, taking dicks left and right."
She moaned as he began to pump into her. Her body shifted about causing her to pump the other cock. She cried out feeling her pussy smack into the cold mirror. Her clit ring scrapped against it causing her clit to throb. It was a painfully pulse, yes, there was such pain but also such pleasure. She grabbed her tits and squeezed down on both men. She felt smashed between them and there was this restriction because of her corset, it added it's own extra intensity to everything.
The two men chugged away at her holes and she bounced about, nearly mindless in her euphoria. She let out such cries. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Her carnal nature completely took over and she lost herself to fucking. Oh how she loved cock. FUCKING LOVED COCK! It didn't matter how many or how long she lived for it! LIVED TO GET FUCKED! She let herself go limp, allowing Dawson to completely take over.
He kept watching her every movement and expression. He loved how she practically melted at two cocks "Uh, I love how your face gets all twisted up and you just let go. You really do love cock, don't you! I bet you'd do anything for it"
"Uh, huh," she said only half listening.
"Yeah, I can't believe you made it this far in life, pretending to be some bitch. You ain't nothing but a fucking hole, longing to be filled." He almost lifted her off the other cock then dropped her down on it, rubbing it into her. He slowly grinding her ass loving the feel of it. He could feel how the other cock altered it and with this position it was so fucking tight but he'd get it there. He'd get it to where he could drill all her holes hard.
She could feel every time the dicks collided and met up together. "Uh uh, uhh" she was on the very edge now even as sore as she was.
"You feeling it."
"Yes, yes," she moaned.
"You like to be filled up don't you!"
"Yes,"
"Yeah, yeah you're a dirty twat, a fucking cum dump. You'll take any dick no hesitation just climb right on."
"Uh huh," she agreed nodding.
"You should be put in that room, with all those women. Live the rest of your life as just a
pussy poking out a hole in the wall or in a box. You'd like that, not feeling anything but cock anymore, just getting fucked all day and night, every day."
"Uh, uh," his dirty talk and the motion of the two of them jutting into her was finally enough to send her over the edge.
Usually she came faster then this but she could tell her body was tired, could feel as it ultimately gave into an orgasm but not without protest. It was a slow release, it hit her ass first and then her pussy. It hurt first tearing through her and then it felt so good so fucking good she screamed as her senses all lit up. She squirmed between the two instinctively flailing about as they kept filling her. She squeezed her muscles wanting to reward them from making her feel so good.
Dawson let out groans of his own then chuckled looking at her in the mirror, "Yeah, look at you cumming."
She looked at herself watched as the two dicks pushed her about back and forth. She loved how it felt, liked how it looked but when she looked at her face it frightened her. She was just so into it her eyes looked lost, she was reminded of that nightmare she had the one where he'd captured her and she'd climbed up on him losing herself. For a second she was pulled from her euphoria and worried, what if that nightmare was coming true and she was just turning into this mindless fucking-
He saw she was distracted and pushed into her ass harder. She cried out but came again, now that the flood gates were open again her body just gave into them. This second one was fast and hard it didn't last very long but the one that came after it, her third one was nice and slower and lingered for a minute or so.
"Yes, yes...oh yes!" she cried nearly breathless.
She came again and again and again quickly losing count. Her bruised pussy just kept twitching and pulsing. The guy on the other side of the wall couldn't take her squeezing him as she repeatedly came. Unexpectedly he shoved into her and squirted off inside her.
She laughed out a laugh and informed Dawson "Uh, he's cumming. The other guy."
"Well fuck." hissed Dawson sounding agitated. "You're greedy hole choked him out, gonna have to find you some cocks with stamina."
She thought he'd pull her off the other guy but kept her on him until he was finished filling her up. When the guy finally pulled out he turned her to the other wall mirror. He bounced her on his dick as he looked between her legs. She started dripping and then the cum started flicking out of her and onto the glass.
Dawson laughed and teased "Ah it's spitting it up, guess it didn't like it"
She looked at her pussy, it looked fucked up even more swollen dripping with that other guys cum. Once again she reminded herself she needed some fucking down time. He kept bounced her harder getting it all over the mirror. She threw her head back as her ass started to hurt now that her pussy wasn't full she could feel him messing around.
Still it felt good enough, even if it wasn't her favorite, it soon sent the rest of her over again. She cried out gripped down on his cock tightly. He pussy muscles also went off like she was squeezing at some phantom cock.
She cried out "Uh uh fuck. FUCK!"
Dawson let out seveal heavy breaths then grunts before he pushed her into the mirror and finished in her ass. She felt him jerk and pulse she was so sensitive and swore could feel every little twitch of his dick as it filled her. Her held her for second staying inside her then pulled himself out letting her down on her feet.
She stood and sort of bowled over cum dripping from both holes. He stretched then got himself some paper towels. He cleaning himself up and she went to get some too. She was afraid he wouldn't let her clean up but he did. She wiped away the cum as best she could and then rehooked her body suit at the crotch. She thought to clean up the mirror but he shook his head having her leave it. She suppose someone would clean it.
When they stepped outside the room he showed her a station to clean their hands. Aftr they had she took his arm again and let him lead her down the hall. She thought they'd be going back to his place but he took them back to the main room. They got a booth and some drinks. He had her sit on his lap and they didn't say a word to each other. They just listened to music and watched other people fucking.
Every so often they'd get approached, usually by a couple or some girls. She didn't say anything letting Dawson speak. He always politely declined. One guy slowly approached them after a while. He didn't even look at her, he only seemed interested in Dawson, "It's been a while? Is this what you've been up to?"
She realized this guy knew Dawson. He didn't respond to the man.
The man went on, "Can I sit on your lap?"
"No," he said, "
"Perhaps another time?" the guy asked stirring a straw in his drink. He had this hopeful look on his face.
"No, I told you we're done," said Dawson not even looking at the man "I meant it."
The man seemed upset, crushed even. He glared at Dawson waiting for him to look at him when he didn't he pulled back and walked away.
"Was he one of the guys." she asked. She knew he said he was open to both sexes.
"Yes,"
"What happened?" she timidly asked wondering if he'd tell her.
"It ran its course, he failed to live up to expectations."
"Oh," she said.
She found herself curious. She paused for a long moment thinking over what he said. She wondered if they'd ever run their course and one day he'd be done with her too. She wondered just how the other man had failed. "How did he fail?"
Dawson breathed in deeply, took a sip of his dink and said "Everyone fails, eventually"
"Even your wife?" she asked. She leaned forward and took up her drink, stirring it for a second before drinking it.
"No." he said looking like he was in deep thought, "But then again she's not just anyone."
"Hmm," Gwyne said.
So nearly everyone he was with, ran there course with him, save for his wife that was an exception. She felt silly analyzing his dating habits. She knew this relationship wasn't meant to last. No, she had her heart set on Corrie. Corrie! How much had she thought of him in the last few days. It was so strange, he... her life suddenly felt so far away from this moment in time.
She assumed it was just the atmosphere and Dawson, he had a way of drawing you in and keeping you. Still she bit her lip thinking she should always keep some level of separation and remind herself this was just temporary. Of course she knew how well that went last time, with Corrie, the now love of her life. She'd told herself not to fall for him but in the end she had. She let out a heavy sigh, she didn't want to think about it anymore, she set her drink down and stood up.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I need to pee," she said.
He groaned, looked at her, then his watch and nodded. "Okay."
He got up and she gave him a strange look, "You planning on following me or something?"
"No we're leaving?"
"Leaving?"
"Yeah, this place is too crowded."
"Well can I pee first?"
"No," he said grabbing her arm.
He pulled her along and they got their coats. They went up some steps and out a side door that lead outside. He lit a cigarette as she bundled up in her coat. The air was much chillier now. As he took a drag and let it out, she let out her own puff of air, only hers was from the cold.
"So is Mr. Charles parked somewhere or do we call him somehow to come get us?
"No," he said, "I feel like walking."
"Walking! It's freezing,"
"So walk fast," he teased.
"Right but don't forget I have to pee...like pretty bad actually."
"Hmp," he said looking around. "Guess we'll just have to find a place."
She didn't like the way he said that. He grabbed her leash and pulled on her. She followed behind him but protested, "Why couldn't I just use the bathroom there."
"Trust me, the bathrooms there aren't clean. You're libel to run into a human toilet."
"A what."
"Sound it out, it just as it's said. A human who likes to be used as a toilet."
"Oh," she said picturing it. She was glad they hadn't taken a tour of that. "Well do you know of any other places, near by? Like I'm seriously about to burst."
He laughed, "Relax there is a toilet nearby."
"Really," she said, "Well could we walk quicker.
"We could," he said but didn't increase his pace.
He just strolled about, smoking his cigarette and pulling her on her leash if she got to far ahead of him. They walked several blocks and her urge to pee only got worse and worse as the minutes passed. Of course the cold wasn't helping. She began to hop on her platform heels in place.
"Seriously I'm not joking! Please, master I need to pee."
He chuckled "Relax Fuck Hole were here," he said as they crossed the street.
"Really," she said realizing they'd stepped into a park.
"Oh does the park have public toilets?"
"No," he said putting his cigarette out.
"Then what am I gonna do!"
"Obviously piss outside."
"What! NO!"
"I thought you had to go?"
"I DO!"
"Then go,"
"Not here, not outside?"
"Then I guess you don't really need to."
"BUT I DO! I REALLY REALLY DO!"
"Then go. It's not a big deal, you pissed outside the other day," he said pulling her through the park. "It's wooded back here and late at night, no one is gonna see."
"Fine," she said. At this point she just had to. She unhooked her body suit at the crotch and began to crouch down when he yanked on her leash.
"NO! Do it on all fours like a dog."
"What" she hissed.
"You know lift a leg on a bush or a tree. Do it like a dog."
"No thank you I'll squat."
"Do it like the dog you are or I'll punt your hole mid piss."
"Seriously," she gave him a look.
"Seriously," he said pulling out a camera.
"You are a sick fuck, you know that?"
"Yep," he said not denying it in the slightest. He yanked her leash and ordered, "Come on now pee before you burst.
She groaned but got down on all fours. She looked to a tree and then a bush. She decided the bush was a better option as a tree might splash back on her. She crawled a bit on all fours then lifted her legs. She felt so sisgusting and degraded doing this. It was probably why he wanted her to do it. She let out a heavy sigh and saw him smiling as he got in position. Before she even let go his flash went off and he took a picture. She glared at him but none the less continued. She closed her eyes and let her bladder loose.
This was the first time she'd ever done it leg up. Usually she just squat in a field at a concert or did it off a bridge hanging over. She could feel its spray as it came out but thankfully most of it went into the bushes. As the pressure lessened she peed on herself a little and cried out, "Gross I got some on me."
"Wipe yourself off in the grass,"
"No,"
"Fine, but you're not getting in my car with a pissy pussy,"
She glared at him but got into he grass.. He kept flashing pictures of her painfully scooting. "You're getting dirty again.
"Yeah no thanks to you," she spat getting back on her hands and knees.
She was quickly learning Dawson had a way of making everything dirty even the most normal of functions. Of course she could have said no and stormed off...so who was she to point out how sick he was when she was just as sick if not sicker. After all it was easier to tell someone to do something lewd then to actually decide to do it and then do it. She cringed at herself realizing she'd become quiet the pervert with him or maybe she was always like this and it was just easier to let go with him. It was freaky but she was realizing a lot of things about herself she never knew.
"Take your tits out." he ordered.
She took them out and he took more pictures yeah, "Take the coat off."
"It's cold.
"Take it off,"
She took it off…
"Yeah, yeah...your nipples are getting so fucking hard."
"That is cause the air is like ice,"
"It's not that cold."
"Take your cock out and see," she said.
"Fine," he said. He put the camera down and took his cock out, he waved it around, "Doesn't seem too cold to me, seems just fine."
"Right, well then you're tits."
"Nah, I'm not a whore like you I don't go around naked."
She stuck her tongue out at him. He yanked on her leash walking her to a small clearing. He looked around look at his watch then nodded, "Here seems about good."
"For,"
"Fucking."
"Seriously we just,"
"Ahh, ahh," he said hushing her. "You're cold. Let me warm you up! Come on I want to do you over here!"
"And what if I don't want to?" she said sitting back on her knees.
"I'd make you." he said grinned
"Really," She crossed her arms, "And just how would you make me?"
He shook his head, "Your pussies already bruised enough as is love. Do you really want me to do more damage?"
"No." she said.
"Then just make it easy on yourself. Now get over here and assume the position, on your hands and knees."
She shook her head as he pulled something out of his pocket but crawled over to him. She turned her back to him and then got on her hands and knees waiting for him to mount her. After a few seconds, she heard some crinkling as he fiddled with something.
She looked back but couldn't quiet make out what it was, "What are you doing?"
"Putting on a wrapper."
"What! Why?"
He snorted as if it were obvious. "You've got shit in you,"
"Clean shit," she said.
"Right, clean or not it's still another man's jiz."
She gave him a look. "Is that a problem?"
"Yeah, you're filthy," he said, "I'm not gonna sully my cock on your sloppy mess of a hole?"
"Right," she said, "Well you're the one who wanted me to fuck."
"Just cause I want you to fuck someone doesn't mean I need to double dip."
"I'm not chips and dip," she protested thinking he was being fucking ridiculous.
"You're right if another man jizzed in my chips and dip. I'd throw it out," he said being a smart ass. He took the condom out and rolled it onto his cock. Once it was secure, he slapped her ass, "Now turn around, head down."
She hesitated, using a condom shouldn't be a big deal. It was good to use condoms, she should have been using them this whole time with Dawson and the guy in the club just now but she'd gotten lax as of late. She'd been slipping up on a lot of things. She let out a sigh but turned around and put her head down in the grass with her but up in the air.
He entered her pussy and began to thrust into her but she felt weird. She knew how he felt about wearing a condom, using one now made her feel cheap and dirty. It was like he really thought he was better then her, even though they were both whores...so to speak.
He moved to a slow grind and she tried to stay focused on how she was feeling. She knew it was good to acknowledge she was actually upset about this but felt herself slipping once again. It was easy to bury her feelings and lose herself when her pussy was full. It still hurt pretty bad, especially with his balls slapped into it her but she liked the feel of his cock hitting her hard and deep. He soon did slow powerful thrust. He'd pull back and then smack into her, shaking her whole body to the core. She let her eyes roll back as he pulled back and smack, back and smack. She drug her hands into the grass and let herself fully relax, so what if he used a condom, getting fucked was still getting fucked.
She moaned and began bouncing her hips about as he slammed her over and over again. It didn't take her long to work one out. Again it was painful, slowly tearing through her, she lifted up onto her hands but still kept her back arched. He grabbed onto her braids like he said he would and wrapped them in her hands as he slammed into her. She bounced off his dick feeling another one and then another orgasm, in quick succession. Fuck she loved his cock! It just kept hitting her so right. She let out loud lustful moans as she focused solely on her pleasure. She was so focused, she was unaware of others close by watching.
Dawson knew, he'd set the time and place, wanting to show his hole off. He'd been posting pictures of her in local clubs and had even sent some good ones into sex magazine. He cut her head out of all the pictures of course so no one could tell who she was. He didn't want anyone trying to poach her. He'd dropped word at some trusted places that they could have a nice moonlight showing. He made it clear no touching or talking, she was still in "training."
He'd found a nice place with some moonlight. If all went well she wouldn't even know they were here. If it didn't then that also worked in his favor. He needed to see how she'd preform in front of others, see if she'd shy away and get too upset or keep fucking away. He didn't want to have to drug her all the time, it wouldn't exactly be convenient especially if things went on for a while. He hoped she would keep going, that she would embrace being a fucking hole. He wanted her to completely lose herself to his cock and give a shining performance.
He started counting the guys as he kept pumping her. He expected word to get around, maybe four to five guys but as the numbers started going into the double digits, he pursed his lips. He knew he could handle himself, it wasn't a concern but it was more likely she was going to freak out. He'd probably have to cut this "viewing" short. Still while they were here might as well give them a good show.
He began bucking her making her big tits flop about, her nipple rings glistened in the moonlight. He looked around him, feeling confident and cocky. They were all watching him spoil this whore's hole with his cock. He didn't mind others watching, knowing he was in full control of this slop. He liked showing off, showing that he owned this fucking whore. She was his to use and abuse it as he saw fit.
He turned her toward several men hiding behind some trees and bushes. She was so fucking out of it, melting with multiple orgasms. He lifted her up off her hands to where she was on her knees and he was bucking up into her. He dropped her hair and grabbed onto her wrists getting a better grip and making sure she could be fully experienced. She suddenly cried out as he felt her pussy muscles twist around him. It must have been a powerful orgasm.
She cried out loudly, wonderfully "UH FUCK ME! FUCK MY FUCK HOLE!"
He was so proud of her, in this moment she was the most beautiful woman alive. He just wanted to wrap his arms around her and hug her degraded little ass. He fought the urge as a snapping sound could be heard. Some idiot had stepped on a twig or something. She froze for a second confused but he kept her going.
Gwyne was so far gone. She thought she'd hate getting her hair pulled, had it happen a few times in some fights but found it was different when it was braided. It wasn't just a certain spot but a larger area taking the tug. She liked feeling, the pull fuck she liked feeling everything. She just kept cumming and bearing down on him. She felt like she could just keep going for a while like this. Even as her body ached she was so engrossed in pleasure. She wasn't cold at all but warm even hot. It was so strange to feel this good being completely sober. It had to be everything they'd done tonight. The roller coaster, the club and glory hole. All of it had been so new and thrilling.
He moved her about grabbing her wrists and she'd cried out as another hard orgasm hit her. She closed her eyes feeling it and had shouted at the top of her lungs, "UH FUCK ME! FUCK MY FUCK HOLE!" She knew he liked that, probably shouldn't have shouted so loudly but- She suddenly heard something.
She opened her eyes and looked around, it was dark but she began to make out a shadowy figure. Her heart quickened was someone out there...watching them fuck. She slowed to a near stop but he kept going, pumping into her. It just felt so good for a moment she didn't care about nothing but getting stuffed with his glorious cock.
As she came down though the shadowy figure was still there...concerning. She called out to Dawson, whispering, "Hey, hey I think someone is out there!"
He just kept pumping away. "Hey," she hissed harder, "I think someone is watching us."
"You're imagining it," he hissed, "Now shut up and take it!"
He picked up his pace and started to pound her real good. She nearly lost herself again and then there was a flash. Her eyes went wide. She was certain it was a camera flash and not Dawson's as he had his hands full. To top it off it wasn't even coming from where she thought she saw someone but from another direction all together.
"SHIT! What was that?" She whimpered beyond panicked.
"Nothing." he hissed sounding annoyed. She clenched down on him in her fear and it was a struggle for him not to cum.
A second later, there were a dozen or so flashes from all directions. She cried out knowing she wasn't fucking imagining that. Her heart thundered in her chest as she realized there were dozens of people out there, in the bushes and behind trees watching. She expected Dawson to stop but he didn't. He just kept going. She struggled with him as more flashes went off. She wanted to cover herself up but couldn't, he had her wrists and wouldn't let go.
She cried out, "We have to stop! STOP! PEOPLE!" She turned her head from side to side and tried to hide from all the flashes. She was wearing a mask but still her eyes stung from all the sudden bright lights. She could also see people now, edging towards them. SHIT! SHIT! People were staring at her, taking pictures of her getting plowed in a public park. She was terrified but oddly... at the same time, found herself slightly aroused. Even as she struggled knowing how messed up this was, her body still kept taking his cock. She still kept going off, regardless of the situation.
She felt trapped and exposed utterly violated but another powerful orgasm hit her, it had to be top one hundred, fuck top fifty of all time. Her mouth fell ajar as it dulled her senses for several seconds. He eyes fucking twitched, glossing over and she horrifyingly let out a lustful moan. Oh she was so messed up! So fucking dirty cumming in front of all these people, here and now at a time like this but she couldn't help herself.
She kept cumming as he bucked into her with that sweet cock of his. Her situation only seemed to add to everything, she was experiencing. Fuck...fuck she was being mercilessly drilling in a park, in front of a crowd of people and getting off on it. She couldn't believe this! She felt so ashamed but so good. Her entire body was shaking from shock and orgasms. She struggled to remain in control of herself, of this situation, she just kept blasting off like a rocket.
She cried out cumming again and then called out to him panting "WE...have to ...STOP!...STOP!...NO PEOPLE!."
She felt nearly bombarded with all the flashes and orgasms then suddenly she felt Dawson stiffen, he drove her forward into the ground and they both collapsed. She didn't even feel him cumming as her mind raced and her adrenaline surged. Her ecstasy quickly faded as complete realization of the situation hit her. People started to draw closer, she could hear them talking but couldn't make out what they were saying.
She saw so many feet, so many men surrounding her with their dicks out, in the moonlight. She got scared of being overtaking, get raped in the park. She didn't think she or Dawson would be able to stop them all and screamed out in terror. Dawson quickly pulled from her and got to his feet. In a matter of seconds, he gathered her up off the ground and threw her over his shoulder as hands reached out almost touching her.
She was bombarded by more flashes as Dawson carried her through the park with surprising speed. He soon got them away from the crowed and onto the street. He darted down several alleyways and then out onto the street once more. He looked around and let out a whistle. People were still trying to pursue them as they took pictures in the distant. She cried out as a car pulled up, Dawson tossed her in, just shutting the door behind him as they sped off into the night.
For a moment she was just frozen, in what could have happened just now. It took her a second to realize they were safe, that Mr. Charles had found them and they were back in the car. She looked at Dawson beyond terrified and angry, her emotions taking over. She didn't know what think or to do. She was so upset with it all but most of all herself.
She felt disgusted she'd reacted that way and that she'd kept going. She came to her senses now and berated herself. How could she get off like that? What was she thinking fucking in a public park! All those pictures, fuck all those people hat was so stupid and dangerous! She kept fucking up, anything could have happened to her just now. What was she thinking!
She had to do something? She couldn't keep doing this! She was sick, she needed to get help again or something? She kept freaking out but soon turned her attention to Dawson. She glared at him uncertain of him. She wasn't sure if he had anything to do with this or not. She wasn't sure if she should hit him or cling to him for saving her just now.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP! WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP!" She demanded.
He didn't answer, panting hard, he removed his mask and took a moment to catch his breath. Eventually he ran a hand through his hair and looked back. When they were far enough away from the park he shook his head and said "That ...THAT WAS SOMETHING!"
"WHAT WAS THAT!" she demanded.
"HOW SHOULD I KNOW!" he shrugged.
"TELL ME! BE HONEST WITH ME! JUST NOW WAS THAT YOU!"
"WHAT!" he looked offended, "WHAT! ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS!"
"YES! THOSE GUYS! WAS THAT YOU!" She shouted. She need to know.
"NO!" He scoffed. "I HAVE NO CLUE WHO THOSE GUYS WERE. FUCK GWYNE!" He looked really upset then like he couldn't believe she was accusing him of such a thing. Still she was uncertain. She watched him closely as he shook his head and went on, "We're near a sex club, those perverts probably camp out all the time, hoping to catch someone whacking it. I guess they got lucky tonight!
"LUCKY!" she spat. She was nearly in tears. She had no idea how he could joke about this. Her thoughts raced after a second she shook her head "I...that doesn't make sense, the sex club is close, why were they there, in the park? Why not just go to the club and watch! Why wait in a park!" She felt like she was talking a million miles a minute.
"That club is exclusive, Gwyne. They don't let just anyone in off the street in. You saw how hidden it's entrance is. I had to show them my card and even given your information as a guest before hand."
"But, wait if this club is so exclusive then how do they know about it?"
"Fuck I don't know!" he said, "All of this is just a guess, speculation. I'm not a mind reader here. I don't actually know why they were there. Maybe they heard rumors of the club or maybe enough people leave the club and fuck around the park that it's a popular spot for perverts. I don't know. I haven't been here in a while, almost a year or more."
She guessed that made sense but was still very upset. "Still Why! Why didn't you stop?"
He let out a sigh then shrugged. "I was caught up. Your hole is fucking all consuming and you just kept cumming, squeezing down on me. I thought you might be into it, maybe a little freaked out but when I heard you scream. I got us out of there."
"How was Mr. Charles here to pick us up?" she asked wiping her eyes.
"I told him we might go for a stroll, after the club and to stay close by. I knew the street he'd be on but not where about. That's why I had to whistle."
"Yeah," she said struggling to take in what he was saying. Again she supposed it made sense but he should have stopped, "You should have stopped when I said stop, I mean it."
"Huh Gwyne, hun," he said reaching out to her. She batted him away but he kept going until he was holding her face "You tell me stop all the time, do I ever listen."
"When it came to this, you should have! What if something happened? What if they'd wanted to rape me?"
"Rape you?" he furrowed his brow. It was hard for him not to burst out laughing.
This fucking bitch was something else! He really wanted to snap back. You can't rape the willing. She'd no doubt had so much cock by now, what was a few more. After all the shit she told him, fuck she'd gotten ganged up on, in that bathroom, by all accounts that was rape but she'd admitted to liking it. He doubted there wasn't a cock she wouldn't enjoy willing or not. Still he kept his composure. He paused for a long moment, estimating the right amount of time to seem like he cared. He acted like the thought hadn't even crossed his mind and then oh, there it was. He popped his eyes wider. He pretended he just realized that something like that could have happened. Oh no!
Again it was hard not to laugh. He added a look of sickness, covered his mouth for some extra depth. She was on the edge of her seat those big eyes looking up at him. Fuck she was really eating this up. She was so vulnerable right now, like a small helpless rabbit. He just wanted to..to for a second he actually lost his place.
He swallowed unsettled by this realization that a whore could make him lose his train of thought. It was those fucking eyes of hers and that face, the way she was looking to him. She was so...so. She was so ANNOYING! Yeah...that's it! He focused himself once more.
Gywne watched his demeanor change before her. He hadn't seem to realize just how dangerous things had been. He pulled her into him. "That is never gonna happen. I wouldn't have let them."
"You might not have been able to stop them," she said. She had no idea how many there had been.
"No!" he assured, "You are mine now and no one is gonna touch you that I don't approve." She sniffled at his sudden protectiveness, it was a strange side of him to see. He brushed some loose strands of her hair from her face and softly said "I got you Gwyne and I take care of my shit. Trust me I wouldn't have let them touch you."
He reached for something inside his coat. It was hard to see at first but as they passed a street light, she realized it was a gun! Her eyes went wide. Again like his car phone, it was only something she'd seen in the movies. Guns were outlawed here and not even the police were allowed to carry them, Only people with special permission were allowed to own one...or criminals. In this moment she wasn't certain of which he was. He was probably trying to reassure her but if anything it made her more worried.
"Why do you have a gun?"
She watched as he study he for a moment. "For protection, of course, I have all the proper permits. I never go anywhere without it. Some assholes tried to rob me, a few years ago. I handled them but sometimes you need some extra help."
"Oh," she said wondering if that was how he'd gotten the scar on his lower abs. She didn't ask about it. She didn't feel much like talking anymore. This whole night just felt like it was too much...way too much for her to handle. He put his gun away and she let him pull her onto his lap. He cradled her almost lovingly as they drove in silence and she nearly fell asleep, suddenly feeling exhausted.
He played with her braids for a few minutes and softly whispered to her "I know you've been hurt before but you don't have to worry with me. I'll take care of you. I love fucking with you too much, to let anyone come between us. I'm the only one that gets to hurt you, got it!"
She didn't respond, she still felt so out of it. So high on adrenaline and confusion. How? Why had she reacted like that? It was troubling, she knew she could lose herself when she had sex but still. It was all so unexpected, she didn't know how to deal with it or if she should deal with it. Maybe she was overreacting, it's not like she hadn't fucked a guy outside before and people hadn't passed by and saw them but this...this felt different.
There had been so many others and they weren't just passing by. It was almost like they'd been waiting for her. Waiting for her...right? How paranoid and self involved could you get. They were probably just pervs who heard about the sex club near by like Dawson had said. They probably hung out their every night hoping for some action and she just had the misfortune of being caught.
She tried not to think about it getting super sleepy. She soon fell asleep in his arms and he carried her up to his place. She woke up as he carried her into the bathroom. He undressed her and even drew her a bath for her. She found his condom still inside her. He pulled it out with a little laugh making some remark about her hole being greedy.
She gave him a fake smile but she was mentally fatigued. He got in the tub with her after a bit, they didn't talk as he washed her inside and out. Eventually they cuddled in the hot water and shared some cigarettes. When the water got cold, he got them out dried them off. He gave her some pills and she downed them with a full glass of water.
He carried her to bed and she was a little worried he'd want to go again. She really, really wasn't in the mood right now. Thankfully he didn't push it, instead he tucked her in and spooned her. She tried to feel safe, in his arms but he wasn't Corrie. Something just felt off with him. She just didn't trust him. Of course given all they had done it was only reasonable.
He might have saved her tonight but she knew he was still dangerous. He would always be to her. These past few days they were suppose to talk, slow things way down but if anything, it felt like she'd gotten on a roller coaster, when she'd got in his car. She felt like she'd been through so many twists and turns and ups and downs. She knew at some point, if they weren't already, they'd be climbing and then...undoubtedly, the drop.
Thank you for everything |
