The Price of Satisfaction

“ You all right there, Kenny?”

Kenny nodded. He almost smiled, but decided it wasn't a very manly thing to do. “Sure thing, Gaz,” he said.

The thing was, he could sense that Gaz wasn't happy to have him along. He understood. A fresh-faced kid of 19 who'd never done anything like this before. The only reason he was here was because Kenny's older brother, Jimmy, had come down with a stomach bug. Gaz normally worked with Jimmy.

The thing was, Kenny was keen to make an impression. He looked up to Jimmy, who always seemed to have plenty of money. Kenny was pretty much skint all the time. He was glad to have the chance to earn some.

“ Right, let's go,” Gaz said, opening the door to the van. He slid off the seat, grabbing the sports bag that stood between them as he went. Kenny got out his side, making sure the door was locked.

He followed Gaz along a dimly lit path behind a sequence of detached bungalows, determined not to let his nerves show. But he was nervous. Gaz hadn't said much about what he expected Kenny to do, except to trust him, to follow his lead, and to do as he was told, in no particular order. When Gaz stopped and indicated the house in question, Kenny couldn't help himself: “Are you sure no-one will see us, Gaz?”

Gaz turned sharply. “Course,” he said. “But they might hear us if you don't stop yapping.”

Chastened, Kenny followed Gaz through a wooden gate and up a paved garden path. When they reached the back door, Gaz turned. Opening the sports bag he pulled out two balaclavas. Handing one to Kenny he pulled the other over his head.

Kenny followed suit. It was hotter than he had imagined, and he didn't care for the itchy sensation, but if that was what Gaz wanted... “Now you know what to do?” Gaz said.

“ Sure thing, Gaz,” Kenny said, still not sure that Gaz trusted him that much.

But Gaz seemed satisfied, turning and putting his hand to the handle on the back door. The door opened smoothly and Gaz gave a curt nod. He slid his hand into the bag, pulling out the one item he'd seen fit to entrust Kenny with, then they slipped inside, Gaz closing the door softly behind them.

They were in a scullery, and Gaz quickly led the way further into the house. There was a TV on somewhere. Kenny could tell it was the TV because it was playing the theme tune to some show his mum always watched that he hated.

They sneaked stealthily in the direction of the sound, Gaz finally peering round the doorjamb to the room the noise was coming from. Then he turned to Kenny and nodded. The two of them crept forwards into the room. Kenny could see the TV set, but his eyes were focused on the dark head of shoulder-length hair sticking up above the back of a settee, partly obscuring the screen. There was an empty glass on the table in front of the settee, and to his surprise, the woman sitting there appeared to give a gentle snore as they crept closer.

Then everything seemed to happen at once. Kenny had the roll of tape at the ready, pleased with himself for managing to get the stuff over the woman's mouth when Gaz gave the sign without messing it up. The woman started violently, but by the time indecipherable sounds game from behind the tape, Gaz had already pulled her arms back and handcuffed her.

The woman began threshing about violently. “Fucking hell,” Gaz said. Then, “Grab her legs, Kenny. Force them together.”

This seemed extremely hazardous to Kenny. The woman was kicking out enough to do him a serious injury, but he was keen to prove himself and adrenalin kicked in. The woman was making angry noises as he fought to subdue the limbs that kicked out at him. She was wearing a tight black slip that came halfway down her thighs and left plenty of opportunity for her to lash out with her legs, making Kenny's job extremely difficult. Finally he ended up with his back to her, her legs clamped between his right arm and his body.

“ That's it,” Gaz told him, “keep her legs together.”

The woman continued to struggle, and Kenny had a hard time maintaining his grip on her. Gaz had picked up the role of tape that Kenny had dumped on the floor. Kneeling, he wound it swiftly round the woman's ankles, making sure there was more than enough tape on her to hold her ankles in place. The way he did it told Kenny this was far from the first time.

“ Right,” Gaz said, standing up and staring past Kenny at the woman. Kenny let go of her legs, standing up himself and turning his head towards Gaz as if for directions. “We've been told there's some pretty pricey jewellery in the house. Is that true?”

The woman just stared hard at him, angry noises issuing from her throat.

Gaz sighed. “It's pointless playing games,” he told her. “Where is it?”

“ Ooooonnnnnneeeeevvvvveeeeoooo,” the woman exclaimed. She managed to kick out, even with her legs bound, forcing Kenny to take a step to one side.

Gaz, though, remained as cool as a cucumber. “All right then,” he said. “Have it your way.” He turned to Kenny. “Keep an eye on her while I have a look round.”

Suddenly he was gone, leaving Kenny alone with the woman. Gaz had said to keep an eye on her, but Kenny didn't like to look at her. Which was a shame, because she was quite fit. He wasn't good with ages, but he thought she was closer to 40 than to 30. In fact she reminded him of one of the women on one of those programmes his mum watched all the time. Kenny had only noticed her because she had nice tits, something that was always apparent from the dresses she wore.

He stole a glance at the woman, noticing that she seemed to have a fine pair of tits herself under the slip, which revealed enough of her for him to feel slightly aroused. His glance was rewarded with a volley of indecipherable noises from the woman. She lashed out with her feet in spite of the fact that Kenny was nowhere near her. Gaz had said to trust him, but this was nothing like how Kenny had imagined this. He didn't really know what he'd expected, but whatever it was, he hadn't expected things to go down like this.

He began moving about the room, followed all the while by the woman's incensed stare and the noises she made behind the gag. Was he supposed to do anything? Gaz had said to just keep an eye on her, but he imagined she was calling him names, mocking him for looking as stupid and out of his depth as he felt.

In the end he just lost it: “Shut up!” he screamed at the woman. “Just shut the fuck up, or I swear to God...”.

He'd taken a few steps forward as he shouted, feeling good when the woman did indeed fall silent, enjoying the glint of fear he saw in her eyes. Unfortunately his outburst also brought Gaz back in the room. “Kenny, what are you doing, you fucking pillock? You want them to hear you three doors down?”

“ Sorry, Gaz,” Kenny murmured automatically.

“ Never mind,” Gaz said. “I can't find anything, so we'll have to do this the hard way. Grab her legs.”

This set the woman off again, with Kevin cursing under his breath that Gaz had given him that end again; in spite of her legs being tightly bound the woman gave every impression of being able to do damage with her feet. In the end he had to let go, and he and Gaz dragged her still squirming body down the remainder of the hallway to a spacious bedroom with a large bed up against the centre of the back wall.

It was the bed Gaz was referring to when he said, “Here, dump her on this!” They managed to lift her bodily and more or less throw her onto the bed. Her body bounced once, before she landed on her side.

“ Now,” Gaz said. “Are you gonna tell us where the jewels are, or not?”

The woman said something behind the gag that it was impossible to fathom, but the vigorous shaking of her head said it all. Kenny thought she was looking at Gaz as if she was challenging him.

Gaz just shrugged his shoulders, sitting down on the bed. Leaning over he grabbed hold of her slip and managed to pull it up far enough to reveal a pair of snug-fitting purple panties, semi-transparent where they clung to her buttocks. “Well look at the arse on that,” Gaz said gleefully.

He grabbed hold of one of the woman's buttocks, digging his nails into the purple fabric. Turning to Kenny he said, “Let me tell you something about these rich bitches, young Ken. They just love taking one up the Khyber.” At this the woman made loud noises and began writhing. Gaz continued undaunted, “You ever fucked someone in the arse, Kenny?”

Kenny shook his head, hardly knowing what to think. Whatever he'd imagined might happen was completely at odds with this. “Well, maybe today's your lucky day,” Gaz told him, removing his hand as the writhing, grunting woman managed to roll over on her back, her arms disappearing under her.

Gaz got on top of her. Straddling her stomach he took hold of the shoulder straps and pulled them down, but refrained from exposing the woman's tits. Kenny could easily see that beneath the material two nipples were protruding from her full, ripe mammaries. “Would you look at that,” Gaz said. “It's almost like she was expecting us.”

Behind the gag, the woman coughed out something that sounded suspiciously like, “You bastard!”

Kenny just stared, hardly able to help himself. Fuck, this woman really did look like the one on TV in that programme his mum was always watching. Sometimes he'd gone straight upstairs and wanked off, imagining TV-woman wrapping her tits round his cock. The woman on the bed was close enough, and the opportunity was too good to miss. He reached out and grabbed a handful of boob, squeezing, his fingers clawing at the black fabric. The woman grunted something, but Gaz just laughed. “That's the ticket, Ken. Feel her up good and proper.”

The woman responded to this by screaming fiercely behind the gag. This time Kenny didn't care. It was like a fantasy come true, even if he'd never quite had a fantasy like this, and he brought both hands into play, mauling the woman's tits all over through the soft fabric. He could feel his cock grow, and he badly wanted to pull the slip off her tits and shove his erection up between the woman's fleshy mounds, but he didn't want to displease Gaz by doing something that might not be allowed.

Still, squeezing his cock was probably OK, he thought. So he brought one hand back down and clasped his rigid pole through trackie bottoms and underpants, the other hand still pawing the woman's chest with all the finesse of a sailor on shore leave. “That's the ticket,” Gaz said again, causing Kenny to experience a strange sense of pride.

“ Fucking brilliant tits on this one,” he said, in emulation of Gaz, which made the older man laugh.

Suddenly the woman gave a great cry of protest and bucked her body. Ken saw that Gaz had shoved his hand down between the woman's thighs, and was pushing it up against the purple of her panties. “I'll tell you another thing about these rich bitches,” he said to Kenny. “They love a bit of rough. Just the thought of a bit of the rough stuff makes their panties all wet.”

The woman said some more muffled words, glaring at Gaz in a way that terrified Kenny and made him take a step back. Gaz, though, seemed unfazed, removing his hand from between the woman's legs and saying, “Right, back to business. Are you gonna tell us where you've hidden the jewels?”

The woman continued to glare, shaking her head as she did so.

In a flash, Gaz had moved up the bed. As he grabbed a hand full of the woman's hair, she flinched. This was followed by a horrible whimper as Gaz gave a hard tug. Kenny felt suddenly terrified. Gaz had said to trust him; but he'd also said that no one would get hurt.

“ Now you fucking listen to me, you fucking bitch,” Gaz spat. “I'm gonna rip the tape off, and I don't want any funny business. Understand?”

Kenny thought he could see the woman's eyes water as she moved her head in a way which seemed to indicate that there wouldn't be any funny business. With his free hand, Gaz ripped the duct tape away from her mouth. “Ow!” the woman exclaimed, her lips forming strange shapes as she came to grips with the stinging.

Gaz gave a new tug on her hair, and the woman inhaled sharply. “I'm not in the mood to piss about,” Gaz told her. “Where are the fucking jewels?”

A look of contempt came over the woman, in spite of her situation. “Even if I did keep jewels about the house,” she said, “do you really think I'd tell you where they were?”

“ Have it your way,” Gaz said, moving his hand from side to side and making the woman flinch again as her hair tugged at her scalp. “Now, no fucking tricks, capice?”

“ Exactly what tricks do you think I'm capable of?” the woman asked.

Gaz smirked. “Here's the deal,” he said. “If you're not gonna tell us where the jewels are, you might as well put your mouth to some kind of use.” Then he turned to Kenny. “Go on, lad, get your cock out. Give the rich bitch something to suck on while she comes round to our way of thinking.”

For a moment Kenny just stood there, glad his dumbfounded expression was hidden by the balaclava. He was frightened now. Gaz had said nothing about it being like this. Point of fact, Gaz hadn't said much at all, except to trust him. But putting your dick into a ferocious-looking woman's mouth was some trust. She may be tied up, but that didn't mean she couldn't do some real damage to him.

“ Go on, lad,” Gaz urged. “What are you waiting for? We haven't got all night.”

Torn between his fear of having his cock bitten off, and fear of losing face completely, Kenny let the promised cut of the evening's proceeds do the talking, pulling his trackie bottoms down under his balls, along with his underpants. Silently he cursed the fact that his cock had shrunk back from its previously impressive state. Thankfully Gaz didn't remark on it. Instead he said, “Get up on the bed, lad. Get in there. Don't worry, she'll love it. They all do. They may have money, but they're still right sluts at heart.” Then he tugged at the woman's hair again. “Go on, open up, make it easy for my lad.”

To Kenny, the fact that the woman did hold her mouth open was no comfort at all. He was sure it was a ruse, and that she was about to sink her teeth into him. He pushed his embarrassingly limp organ between her lips and flinched behind the balaclava as she closed her mouth, expecting to feel searing pain.

When he didn't, his cock began to respond to the soft warmth. He swelled, his manhood gradually expanding in the woman's mouth. “That's the ticket,” Gaz said. “Don't be shy, get stuck into her. Every slut loves the taste of a nice sized banger.”

Kenny hardly caught what Gaz was saying. He was suddenly mesmerised by feel of the woman's soft, moist lips. Instinctively his hand went to her head, holding her in place as Gaz relinquished his grip. Encouraged by the way the woman just lay there, letting him move in her mouth, Kenny's other hand began clawing at her breasts again. The sight of his cock sliding between her lips had him transfixed. The last time he'd had the pleasure of a female like this was with Mary Potter in her father's shed, but she was as likely to snap a bloke's dong like a twig as to pleasure him. This woman just lay there, letting him have his pleasure, strangely submissive all of a sudden. He doubted if the woman from the tele would be prepared to lay there and take it, but he could always pretend.

Gaz had moved down the bed, but Kenny was so preoccupied with his cock being in the woman's mouth that he wasn't bothering with what Gaz was getting up to. Not until he heard Gaz say, “What a juicy fucking cunt!”

Now Kenny looked. Gaz had managed to get his hand inside the woman's knickers, fingers disappearing down between her thighs. He saw Gaz's hand moving and imagined his fingers were inside the woman. This gave his lust a sharp jolt and he drove his cock hard into her mouth in sheer excitement. The woman jerked her head and made sounds that Kenny couldn't interpret. Afraid that he might have gone too far, he let her free her mouth from his cock.

Gaz hardly reacted, just continuing what he was doing. “I think she liked your cock, lad. The slut's knickers are wet through. Told you these rich bitches were like that. Can't get enough.”

Now the woman straightened her head out. “You insufferable yob!” she told Gaz.

This just made Gaz laugh. “Whatever,” he said. “You're the one with the slobbering cunt.” Then he stretched out an arm, grabbing hold of the woman's bound ankles and pulling her legs up. Pushing them back he said, “Here, grab hold of these.”

Eager to please, Kenny straddled the woman facing away from her to hold her legs in position. He pulled so hard that her buttocks lifted from the bed. Gaz grabbed hold of the crotch of her panties. “You gonna tell us where the jewels are?” he said. He didn't sound too interested in the jewels.

“ In your dreams,” the woman said.

To Kenny's amazement Gaz casually ripped the undergarment apart. The woman's cunt was exposed to him, her labia ripe and puffy. “Well, if we can't have the jewels,” Gaz said, “we'll just have to make do with you.”

He drove his fingers in between the woman's swollen lips, and Kenny could see how Gaz was moving his fingers inside her, digging ferociously. The woman began gasping out loud in a way that to Kenny's ears suggested extreme discomfit. Yet at the same time a loud squishing noise was sounding from her cunt. “See, Kenny, what did I tell you about these rich bitches? All respectable on the outside, all hot and horny inside, walking around with their wet fucking cunts. They want it rough all right.” As if to illustrate, he moved his hand hard, twisting it, screwing three fingers deep inside the woman.

She groaned loudly. “Neanderthal!” she chided.

Gaz pulled his fingers out, his hand straightening, his palm coming down hard on what ripped fabric lingered on the woman's buttock. “Watch your mouth, slut!” he said. “It's an easy choice; give us the jewellery and we'll be off. But you won't, will you, coz deep down you're just a slut, and you're gagging for it, ain't you?”

Kenny's doubts reasserted themselves. He wasn't at all sure about this, but a bloke could warm to it. He'd never be able to see the woman on TV the same way.

“ Who do you think you are, you grotty little man,” the woman said.

As if he hadn't heard, Gaz leaned in, pushing his shoulder up against the woman's legs to hold them in place. Removing his fingers he said, “Get round here, Ken. Have a feel for yourself.”

Kenny moved round, pushing his fingers up against the woman's sex with some trepidation. He was still torn, but Gaz did have a point. To his amazement the woman's cunt felt like it had been salivating wildly.

“ Go on, get your fingers up her,” Gaz said. “She'll love it.”

The woman gave a derisive snort, but Kenny couldn't resist. He marvelled at the way his two fingers slid into her with such ease. She was so wet inside. He pushed his fingers back and forth, unable to finger fuck her as roughly as Gaz had done, he was so taken with just the feel of her moist insides.

“ See, what did I tell you?” Gaz said, moving his free hand round so that it hovered next to the woman's buttocks. His fingers were still shiny from where they'd probed her cunt. “These rich bitches are all just fucking sluts.”

Kenny watched, amazed, as Gaz promptly pushed a finger up against the woman's anus, and then straight in, right the way up. Wriggling his own fingers he watched as Gaz slid his own finger back and forth. The woman gave a grunt, which Ken feared might be a protest, and shifted slightly on the bed. “Like that, do you?” Gaz said. “Like having your tight little arsehole seen to?” His finger moved some more. “Like I said, Ken, these rich bitches love taking it up the arse.”

As if to feed into Kenny's uncertainty the woman exploded. “Are you insane?”

Suddenly Gaz changed, moving up the bed like a panther. He grabbed hold of a whole clump of the woman's hair and pulled her head towards him as his other hand pulled his trackie bottoms down under his balls. “You've got a lot of fucking mouth on you, haven't you?” he said, sounding suddenly furious. “Well let's see how much fucking mouth you've really got.”

Kenny's fingers came out of the woman as her legs bounced down on the bed. He was thankful for the balaclava now, because it stopped anyone noticing his astonishment. He'd always been thankful that he had a healthy size on him, but Gaz, he now saw, was hung like a fucking donkey.

Gaz pushed his cock up against the woman's lips as he pulled her head towards him by the hair. Kenny saw the woman flinch, heard Gaz's furious voice: “Go on, you fucking bitch! Let's see how much mouth you've got now! Open it!”

Kenny couldn't be sure if the woman did open her mouth of her own volition or if Gaz forced that monster into her. All he knew was that Gaz was suddenly moving his cock in her mouth, a terrible squelching coming from her. “Push her legs back up!” Gaz ordered. Kenny grabbed the legs and pushed, forcing the woman to lie doubled over. Gaz grabbed hold of the tape holding her in place as he repeatedly thrust his cock in her mouth. “Get your fingers back inside the dirty slut,” he ordered.

Kenny did as he was told, sliding two fingers back inside and moving them around, feeling the delicious moist, slimy heat begin to melt his reservations. In the meantime Gaz was working his cock in the woman's mouth like a demon. “Fucking bitch,” he told her. “There'll be no more games, no more attitude. You're a fucking slut, so take it like one!”

The woman was visibly gagging on Gaz's cock. Strings of saliva drooling out of her mouth. “You've got more fingers than that, ain't you, Ken?” Gaz said. “Shove one up her arse.”

Kenny was terrified that the woman was actually choking. But he was more terrified that Gaz might turn his wrath on him. Continuing to wriggle two fingers inside the woman, he pushed the index finger on his other hand up against the woman's anus. The woman continued to cough and splutter as Gaz ravaged her mouth with his big cock, but Kenny hardly noticed. This was way outside of anything he'd ever imagined would happen to him, and cautiously he pushed his finger past the tight sphincter, relishing the event, relishing the tightness, the slight slipperiness where Gaz had left a trail of the woman's juices earlier.

“ Finger her good,” Gaz grunted. “Trust me, these rich sluts love it.”

Kenny wasn't sure, but he wanted to believe it. He began moving his fingers faster. He couldn't tell if the rich slut loved it, not given what Gaz was making her put up with, but he did. He'd never come anywhere near getting inside a woman's arse before. He'd tried to get Mary Potter to that point once, in her dad's shed, but she'd made it clear to him that was not going to happen.

Anyway, the slut was really fucking wet. The fingers sliding back and forth in her cunt met with no resistance at all. Inside it was moist, creamy even. He dug his fingers into her, feeling his reservations almost recede. He was still worried about what Gaz was doing. Gaz had said to trust him, and the feel of the woman's treacly insides made Kenny almost giddy. He just hadn't reckoned on it being like this, on Gaz acting so fucking nasty.

For the woman was gasping for air now. Gaz had pulled his cock out of her mouth and was staring down on her. Kenny had seen him lose his rag a few times, but he'd never ever seen Gaz quite as nasty as this. He kept working his fingers in the woman, waiting for Gaz to decide what happened next, not wanting Gaz to get nasty with him.

“ Is that how you want it?” Gaz was saying to the woman. “Don't pretend you don't get off on it, you fucking slut. You could have prevented it right from the start.”

The woman looked at him and began to say something, but Gaz just went fucking mental. “Just do as you're fucking told!” he shouted, grabbing hold of his enormous cock and slapping it against the woman's face. “No backchat, no fucking attitude. I don't wanna hear it.” He continued slapping his cock against the woman's face. Kenny's fingers stopped moving. He was hardly able to believe this. “I want you on your knees on the floor. No tricks, no fucking sass, right?”

To Kenny's amazement, the woman just nodded. Gaz struck her across the chin one last time for good measure before pulling away. Kenny pulled away too, understanding that this was expected of him.

The woman did seem more amenable now. She wriggled to the edge of the bed before laboriously moving into position, her hands still tied behind her back, ankles bound. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion, but eventually she ended up on her knees. “Face the bed!” Gaz ordered. The woman moved, slowly, but did as he said.

“ I think we've tamed the bitch,” Gaz chuckled. “ To Kenny the look the woman threw Gaz was enough to pierce armour, but Gaz didn't seem to care. He hopped off the bed and gave the woman a shove, forcing her upper body down over the bed. “Come round here,” he told Kenny next.

Kenny did as he was told. The slip was so tight it hadn't moved from where Gaz had pulled it up to her waist and Gaz gave a well-rounded arse cheek a hard slap. Then two of his fingers disappeared inside her cunt. “The fucking slut's loving it,” he decided, digging deep with his fingers for a few seconds. Kenny saw Gaz's fingers give a twist, and when they emerged, they were coated with thick slime.

“ Remember what I told you, Ken?” Gaz said, smearing his fingers over the woman's anus.

“ About what?” Kenny said. He did remember, but his terror was reasserting istelf.

“ About how these rich bitches love taking it up the arse,” Gaz said a tad impatiently.

Kenny stared at the tight opening that had just been so accepting of his finger, then he stared at Gaz's huge cock. Surely Gaz wasn't going to? He'd split the woman in two. He watched breathlessly as Gaz pushed a finger into the woman anus, wriggling it about, stretching her. Having pulled it out he said, “Go on then, Kenny, give it to her.”

Kenny could hardly believe it. Thoughts of Mary Potter flitted through his mind; how he'd never get to do this with her. Besides, the woman had fallen silent, save for her laboured breathing.

Kenny grabbed his cock, heart beating. He stepped up, pushing the tip up against the woman's tight opening. “That's it,” Gaz encouraged. “Shove it up her arse, Kenny. All the way.”

“ Oooooooh!” the woman cried as Kenny pushed his rigid cock past her sphincter, as far up her as he could. He wasn't sure how to interpret the sound, but Gaz had said to trust him and Gaz was saying, “See, I told you the fucking bitch would love it. Dick her! Give her it hard!”

Kenny still wasn't sure he could trust Gaz, but he wanted to. The woman's narrow orifice was squeezing his cock tightly. It was a completely new sensation, one he immediately knew he wanted to experience again and again. “Oooooooh!” the woman cried out again. And again. Suddenly the sound only spurred him on. He worked up a brisk pace, shoving his cock into her repeatedly, harder and harder.

“ That's it!” Gaz cried gleefully. “Dick her! Fucking slut! Fucking cock whore! Can't get enough, can you, slut? Fuck that arse, Ken. Fuck it hard!”

There was nothing Kenny wanted more, and nothing he could do to stop himself from doing it. “Oooooh!” the woman cried out, and Kenny felt himself driven to ever harder thrusts. In, out, in out; he could feel his balls tightening. Fuck, soon he was gonna blow.

“ Oh fuck, oh fuck!” he panted.

Gaz read the signs. “Not yet, Ken,” he cautioned. “Let's keep the little slut waiting, eh?”

Kenny took a step back, a tad reluctantly. Having got a taste for it, he badly wanted his cock back in that tight little passage. Now Gaz was stepping forward, though. “Let's see how much the fucking slut enjoyed that,” he mused. His hand moved round between the bed and the woman before seeking out the spot between her thighs, and this time Kenny thought the woman gave a moan that was more indicative of pleasure.

“ Fucking hell!” Gaz exclaimed. “She must really have liked your cock up her arse, Ken. She's fucking drooling out of her cunt!” Keeping his hand in place, Gaz grabbed hold of his own massive erection with the other and steered it towards the woman's almost obscenely obvious pudenda.

As Gaz's erection penetrated her, the woman let out a low feral moan. “Like that, do you?” Gaz said, beginning to thrust his cock in her. “Like having your little slut pussy stretched good by a big cock, you rich fucking bitch?”

The woman didn't answer him directly, only in a series of loud groans. Kenny had by now given up trying to work out if they were moans of pleasure, or otherwise. He just stared, his hand slowly massaging his cock, watching as Gaz thrust his big cock into the woman over and over.

“ Right,” Gaz grunted eventually. “That's your fucking slut pussy stretched out. Now let's see how much your arse can take.”

Kenny felt suddenly terrified again. He watched as Gaz pulled his cock out of the woman's cunt, only to slide it up to the her anus. He could scarcely believe his eyes as the woman slowly expanded, Gaz's cock pushing inwards.

“ Ooooowwwooooowwwooooowwww!” the woman cried. Still Kenny just stared.

He watched as Gaz reached out to grab hold of the woman's hair, yanking on it so that she whimpered. “Fucking take it, you dirty slut,” he said. His cock worked it's way further in, inch by inch, the woman crying out, Gaz instructing her: “Take it, slut. Take my big fucking cock up your arse!”

Suddenly Kenny became aware that the sounds the woman was making were different. He had enough experience to realise that what had sounded suspiciously like pain earlier was sounding much more like excitement. “Yeah, you like that, don't you?” Gaz said. “Dirty fucking cunt. You like my cock up your arse, don't you?”

The woman wasn't saying, at least not unless “Ah, oh, eeeooooh!” counted for anything. Gaz was really laying into her now, having worked up a rhythm. He tugged on her hair, ramming his cock up her backside, the woman moaning loudly. “You may be rich,” Gaz told her, “but you're still no better than a dirty, fucking whore.”

The woman moaned louder. Kenny felt his jaw drop. Gaz was panting, moving like crazy in the woman, tugging at her hair. To his astonishment he recognised the sounds the woman was making as the unadulterated language of uninhibited lust. He saw Gaz's other arm move, but couldn't quite see where the hand was. Whatever it was that Gaz was doing down there was working though.

“ Take it!” Gaz demanded, sounding almost furious. “Take my big fucking cock up your arse you rich fucking bitch!” The woman cried out. Kenny's experience was enough for him to read the signs. “Go on then,” Gaz panted. “Take it! Fucking take it!”

The woman's breathing was laboured, a wheezing emerged from the back of her throat. Suddenly she was shuddering uncontrollably, a deep hoarse cry emerging from deep inside. A final spasm, a judder, and she lay slumped over the bed as Gaz withdrew his cock from her with what sounded suspiciously like a smirk.

Kenny just stared. The woman was panting loudly as Gaz pulled a key out of his pocket and unlocked the handcuffs. Then he went to the bag, bringing out a Stanley knife which he used to slit through the tape that held the woman's legs together, stuffing it in back in his bag along with the knife.

The woman remained immobile, her breathing heavy, her face buried in the bedclothes. Gaz turned to Kenny. “Right, young Ken,” he said. “Get stuck in. Any one of the slut's holes. Just make your choice.”

But Kenny had his own ideas. If he'd been doubtful about this before, all such sentiment had evaporated. “I want her on her back,” he said.

The two men manoeuvred the woman onto the bed as if she were little more than a sack of spuds. She stared slightly dazed at them as Kenny straddled her. Reaching out he yanked the slip down, finally revealing her ripe tits. They were big, and there was plenty of flesh for Kenny to surround his stiff shaft with.

He moved his cock between her tits, the woman staring at him through glazed over eyes as his thumbs rubbed her swollen nipples. Then he felt movement behind him. He understood that Gaz was entering the woman again. She gasped out loud, and Kenny moved his cock between her tits with greater enthusiasm, feeling the whole bed shake as Gaz thrust his cock into the woman.

Her face contorted. Suddenly she was moaning again, gasping, hardly even human, more like some primitive, rutting animal.

“ You just can't get enough, can you, slutface!” Gaz panted. Kenny suddenly saw the glee in the woman's eyes. Then he saw her face twist itself into the most lascivious grimace he had ever seen.

There was no way he could hold back now. Squeezing one of the woman's breasts with all the power at his disposal he pumped his cock furiously with the other hand. A huge jet of sperm curved out of him, splashing down in a straight line across the woman's chin, mouth, nose, forehead, hair, and continuing on to the pillow behind her.

The sperm striking her worked as if someone had pushed a button. Gaz was still ramming his cock into her as she screamed out loud and convulsed under Kenny. Sperm continued to pump out of him, most of it landing on or under the woman's chin. He sensed Gaz's movements, who suddenly came into view, grabbing a fistful of the woman's hair and pushing his huge cock up against her face while the remainder of Kenny's sperm dribbled out between her tits.

The woman was gasping for breath, but Gaz just pumped his cock hard with his hand, forcing the woman's face up against it. “You fucking, kinky slut,” he told her. “Take my spunk, you fucking slag. Take it!”

He bellowed out loud. Thick wads of ejaculate flowed out over the woman's face as she wheezed, her body shifting under Ken until Gaz was finally spent and the woman's face was flooded with white, sticky seed.

Gaz pulled back, indicating to Kenny to move off too. Then he swiftly pulled the balaclava from over his head, revealing his shock of dark hair, amused eyes and full, sensuous lips. “You too,” he told Kenny.

Kenny didn't want to. He was feeling a little bit ashamed now, but he'd promised Gaz to do as he was told, and he removed his own balaclava, handing it to Gaz, who promptly stuffed it in the bag before sitting down next to the woman, who weakly put a hand up to her face and wiped sperm away from her eyes.

“ Well, Amanda,” Gaz said, laying a hand on her midriff. “I hope that was to your satisfaction.”

The woman shifted, lifting her head and managing a smile. “It always is,” she said softly.

“ Yeah,” Gaz said with a roguish smile of his own. “Well played, by the way.”

“ Likewise,” Amanda smiled. Then she turned her eyes to Kenny, who could hardly bare to look at her. “Kenny, is it?” she said. He nodded, mutely. “Well, Kenny, it was a pleasure making your acquaintance,” the woman said, leaving Kenny to blush, wishing he could sink through the floor for reddening like that.

“ You know the drill,” Amanda was saying, now looking at Gaz again.

“ Brown envelope on the kitchen table?”

“ As always.”

Gaz rose. “It's a pleasure doing business with you,” he said.

“ Likewise,” Amanda replied.

“ You know where to find me if you want to avail yourself of my services again,” Gaz said.

“ I'm sure I'll be in touch,” Amanda said with a little smile.

Gaz grabbed the bag and hoisted it onto his shoulder. “Come on then, Ken,” he said.

Ken followed him, after one last look at the woman's cum-drenched face and those delicious tits.

In the kitchen there was indeed a brown envelope on the table. Gaz opened it, making sure to count the contents; fifteen crisp twenty pound notes. Peeling off five he handed them to Kenny. “Here's your cut,” he said.

“ Hang on,” said Kenny. He may be here on sufferance, but he knew how to divide by two. “You said we'd go halves.”

“ After expenses,” Gaz said. “I've got overheads, admin and the like. But you done good.” He peeled off another twenty.

Kenny decided the talk of overheads was bullshit, but realised that there was little point in arguing the toss; besides which he suddenly felt absurdly proud of himself. 120 quid was, he thought, 120 quid, and when he'd taken the money, there came an added bonus.

“ Anyway,” Gaz said. “I reckon there could be a bit more work for you. Some of my clients have expressed an interest in... Well, let's just say there could be work in it for you, me and Jimmy. If you're up for it, that is.”

Kenny could hardly believe his luck, but out loud he said as casually as he could muster, “I might be. I might be. I'd have to think about it first, mind.”