Story so far: Mac Lewis has been fucked over too long by his calculating sexy bitch of a wife Miranda. On realising that their intimate pre-divorce dinner has been a ruse for Miranda to have his house burgled, he rushes to catch the thieves in the act. But these are no regular burglars. Lysette and Imogen are two of Miranda's hottest employees, and now Mac has them on CCTV and at his mercy. Only nice-guy Mac's mercy is all used up. And the pretty thieves have a choice - arrest and possible prison time, or get busy giving Mac exactly what he craves. Time to get this party started...

The girls glanced at each other, Scarlet evaluating the situation, while Blondie just looked bewildered. It was a no-brainer as to who would act first on his orders. Before Mac’s gratified stare, Lysette kicked into full stripping action.

Once she’d begun, she didn’t miss a beat. She dragged the black top over her head and cast it away as her red hair cascaded once more. A black brassiere cupped the breasts of her lissom athlete’s body, but not for long – she unclasped it and brushed it free, revealing pert tits the same shade of cream as the rest of her. In a heartbeat she kicked off the pumps from her feet, slid her leggings and panties down her slender thighs, then stepped out of them without modesty, treating Mac to flashes of her gym-trained ass and red pubic strip. She was literally butt-naked in seconds, before his outgoing call connected. When Paul Raymond – his business associate – answered, it almost took him by surprise.

“Mac – how’s it going? Still good for the morning?”

Scarlet was dropping to her knees before him and unfastening his trousers’ bulging crotch, while her associate looked on in open-mouthed amazement. “Hang on, Paul,” he said huskily, “with you in a moment…” Without hesitation Lysette-girl relieved him of any restrictive clothing and his cock sprang free, standing like a great tower of fury before her startled face. Her eyes widened at the sight of him. He’d never stooped to bragging about the size of his cock, but he sure as hell enjoyed the ripple in Scarlet’s composure before she opened her mouth wide, got her crimson lips around his head and started sucking.

That’s it, girl. She knew what was at stake and worked him properly from the start, head bobbing up and down on the end of his shaft with vigour and her tongue swathing him, both palms laying hold of his hips. Her cheeks turned concave, putting the ‘suck’ into succulent. The whole picture of bouncing red hair and gobbling mouth was beyond beautiful and made better by Blondie’s gaping astonishment. Perversely the sight of the sweet girl’s voyeurism also caused his conscience to flicker – the conscience he’d thought had been dismissed. Was it too much to make the girl watch her comrade suck on his fury-swollen fuck-stick? Screw it – conscience had got him precisely fucking nowhere in his life. It had led him to an evening where his bitch-wife ransacked his domain, via her two opportunistic followers.

You watch, girlie. Watch and fucking take notes.

Then he saw the sneer in Lysette’s face as her lips slid up and down on his bulging velvety pole. The red hair and the attitude reminded him too much of a Miranda French pity-suck, when his wife had deemed him worthy. How many nights had he respectfully worshipped that woman’s cunt, only to be taken out of the game with a tap on the shoulder? Well, fuck you, Miranda, and your two thieving cohorts. Yes, I’d like to fuck you all, but two out of three ain’t bad…

If there had been a shred of the nice guy left, Lysette erased it by peering up at him with that Miranda-like steely glare. Incensed, he grabbed her tight-permed glossy locks and shoved her far down onto him, so that his shaft opened up her throat and the head of his cock planted itself deep. He held her there gagging for a moment, gripping hard and glaring into her eyes with a ‘learn-your-place’ stare. Then he pulled her off and let her pant and gulp before him, spit oozing from her lips. When she recommenced sucking, it was with no less commitment, but rather more sense of duty.

“You there, Mac?”

“Yes,” he told his neglected friend hoarsely, not taking his eyes off slurping Miss Scarlet. “Sorry – we’re going to make our business breakfast a lunch, if you can manage that. I’ll be paying. There’s a situation here that’s going to take a while to sort out and I might be a bit ragged by morning.”

“Sure, not a problem. Everything okay, mate?”

“It wasn’t, but it’s all getting better by the minute,” he said, revelling in the steady rhythm of that wet mouth on his rigid length. “Remember telling me how hot all the girls are who work for my fucking bitch wife? You recall pointing out a certain hot redhead while you were scrolling through her bloody Facebook?”

“Yes…” Paul’s response was of a man not used to his friend speaking in such terms.

“Well that exact same redhead is naked on her knees, sucking my cock right now.”

There was a pause. “Bullshit.”

Mac chuckled. “No bullshit, mate. Scarlet, introduce yourself to my friend Paul, and then tell him what you’re doing.” He held the phone down to the girl, easing her off him. The pissed-off scowl she shot him was so much more gratifying than her former defiance.

“Hi Paul,” she said, her gaze steady on Mac. She had to gulp down saliva to go on. “My name’s Lysette and right now I’m sucking your friend Mac’s cock.” He raised his eyebrows to demand that she elaborate a little and she glared at him, mustering the words. “I’m… I’m sucking his huge throbbing cock like a good bitch.” Her face inquired resentfully if she’d done enough. Mac thrust his cock back into her mouth and, while she sucked hard, made sure Paul got some seriously wet slurping audio.

“Fucking hell,” his friend said with a whole new respect, when they resumed the conversation. “You dirty bastard. Nice going.”

“And once she’s done going down on me,” Mac said with gaze still fixed on his guzzling cock-slave, “I’m going to fuck this ‘good bitch’ senseless.” And her friend.

“Christ – what’s happened to you, man? Look, tell me about it over lunch. You’ve clearly got one fucking great night ahead, so get on with it. And give her one from me too, you lucky bastard.”

“Oh I will, mate. Trust me on that.”

He ended the call and considered briefly that he might have invited Paul to the developing party. But no – this wasn’t a night for sharing, or he might have put both girls on the phone. It was one for sheer greedy indulgence. “Keep going, keep working that cock,” he told Scarlet, unbuttoning his shirt. Blondie, he noticed to his satisfaction, was still fixating on the scene. The girl was positively stupefied, as he undressed.

There was a very specific pleasure in stripping off before these two. Despite – maybe due to – all the divorce-related stress, he had worked out at the gym to the point of exhaustion, his one financial luxury. He knew his body was in great shape as he threw the shirt away – it was not mere vanity to consider himself a Tarzan-like specimen of masculinity. Now, months of accumulated fatigue had evaporated as the night’s events progressed. He felt energized and powerful, the likes of which he could scarcely remember.

This was his night, his time. Mackenzie Lewis was coming into his own, and these thieving bitches were going to know it. They were in for one hell of a night, both of them. His gaze settled on the blonde. She was still spectating avidly, but despite her shock it seemed that her trepidation had ebbed. Her look was one of a girl intrigued, as if her scarlet friend was saving the day for the both of them, allowing her to take a more forensic interest. Mac took delight in shattering the silly young woman’s illusions.

“Hey Blondie, don’t get too relaxed. You think your friend here is going to do all the work? Your turn’s next and I’m going to put that mouth of yours to good use, trust me. Now get like Scarlet.” Imogen stared at him, her eyes wide circles and her mouth agape. “What are you waiting for? If you want out of your current fucking mess, you’re on my time and you’ll damn well do as you’re told. Don’t just sit there fucking staring, girl, while your friend does all the dick-sucking. Come on, you big-titted bimbo, take your fucking clothes off!”

“Imogen, take them off,” Scarlet literally spat, taking a moment out from Mac’s cock to speak, before filling her mouth with him again. The irritation at her useless friend was comical.

Blondie finally stirred into action. She rose from the bed with a melancholy expression on her pretty face and peeled her top upwards and away, glossy hair splashing back down around her shoulders. The reveal, as she pulled the garment away from herself, was of a body almost as toned as Scarlet’s, but graced with substantially bigger breasts; her half-cup brassiere provided a pink lacy setting at odds with her attempted burglar persona. For a man already having his dick serviced by a hot nude Scarlet, it induced a state of sheer granite excitement. Fuck. Oh God, yes.

“That’s it, take it all off. Every stitch. I want you naked as the day you were fucking born. You’re going to show me everything you’ve got, girl.” Next she kicked off her pumps and removed her leggings, so that he could fully appreciate the swell of her ass and her long, sculpted legs. Looking down with a sorrowful pout, the pretty blonde girl in a pink lacy bra and French-cut panties stood before him, like she’d walked straight out of his fantasies. The whole scenario might have become overwhelming, but he steeled his determination until it was as hard as his cock, and kept his focus.

“Now lose the bra,” he told her. “Get those beautiful tits out.” Blondie reached behind and fumbled with the clasp of her brassiere. He caught a different kind of look in Scarlet’s eyes as she sucked now, one that betrayed her enjoyment at the developing circumstance. Damn – the little bitch wanted to see her busty pal humbled like she’d been. This situation kept getting better. The bra finally released from the spectacular bosom it cradled and the girl let it tumble, her palms lingering self-consciously around her breasts. Christ. They were fucking enormous, with nipples almost as candy-pink as her lingerie. The girl was a fucking sex-cartoon. Was it possible he was swelling even harder inside Scarlet’s sweet mouth?

“That’s one great rack, you’ve got there,” he complimented. “Squeeze them for me, and look at me while you do it.” With her bottom lip jutting and her big eyes moist, she obeyed him. Slender hands with pink-lacquered nails took hold of her firm tits and compressed, their action slow and full. Mac’s heart exulted. Every ethical instinct inside him had been kicked out the door along with the last of his conscience and his filthiest desires had free reign. Tonight was golden. I get to do anything I fucking like. He was going to milk this situation for every erotic drop – and the look in Scarlet’s eyes was almost encouraging him to do so. “That’s right, girl, give those beauties a good grope till I can get my own hands on them. Now – turn around and take those knickers off – and do it slowly.” 

She was putty now, however mournful her attitude, and she wheeled about with her thumbs already hooking themselves into the band. “Stick your ass out,” he said, “and peel them off. Take your time.” Her ass-cheeks were plump and firm and there was a joy in watching her strip them slowly off, enhanced by a literal peeling from labia that were clearly moist. For all the girl’s reluctance, her body was kicking into fuck-mode and there was nothing she could do to stop it. When she stepped out of her French-cut dainties and turned hesitantly around in her nude state, he could see what other emotion was lurking in her abashed face. “Throw me those panties,” he told her. Her mortification deepened as she picked up the garment and tossed it to him, her tits undulating with the motion. He caught it in his free hand and tested the fabric’s dampness between thumb and finger. Then he pressed the lace to his nose and inhaled fragrance of wet cunt. His smile was victorious as he tossed the garment away. She blushed in response.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered Scarlet on impulse, and the alacrity with which the kneeling redhead obeyed told him all he needed to know. Already he had with two rapidly moistening pussies with which to work. That amusement at her friend’s expense was still lurking in the eyes of his lithe little cock-sucker, and it was too tempting not to play up to it.

“Okay, Blondie, spread your hands against the closet doors. Put your back to me and stick out that ass.” The girl did what she was told, utter confusion on her face. Her body had a quality of gym-tamed fleshiness, her bottom as spectacular and attention-grabbing as her tits; she thrust out the former, till it was defined in tautness. “You’ve got a boyfriend, that what you said?” Mac demanded, sensing good mileage in the taunt.

“Yes,” she replied, with abashed subservience. Scarlet met his glance, the wickedness intensifying in her eyes.

“Does he fuck you well?”

There was a gasping pause. “Yes. Yes, he does.”

“And do you give his cock a good sucking?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I’ll bet you do, like a good girlfriend should. And I’ll bet he enjoys fucking you from behind, right? Gripping that beach-ball ass of yours, as he goes at you. Doesn’t he?”

“Yes – yes, he likes that.”

“Of course he does – why wouldn’t he? Now stick your ass out like he’s about to do it. Like he’s about to plunge his cock right inside your pussy and give you a good hard shafting.” She pushed further, clearly having developed her grasp of the situation’s requirements. “Good. Okay, wiggle that big round ass for me and your boyfriend. Do it properly.” The resultant shimmy set her fleshy ass quivering, another quite delightful vision. “That’s right, sweetheart. Go on, fucking shake it. I want to watch that ass move while your partner-in-crime here sucks my cock.” He glanced down to Lysette, who was now busily frigging between her legs while delivering her oral treat. “Don’t let up, sweetheart,” he said, and he rammed her down onto the base of his shaft once more till she gagged and spluttered.

“C’mon,” he said to the Imogen-girl, holding the other one in place, “spank your bottom. Look at me and do it. You’re going to watch me face-fuck your friend, while you spank that bubble ass of yours. Do it.” His fantasy turned reality before his greedy gaze. The blonde gave her own naked bum-flesh a firm smack, looking to him for approval. When she gained it, she whacked her trembling cheek repeatedly, wincing on each impact. As she self-spanked, she absorbed the disconcerting sight of her companion taking Mac’s cock deep down her throat.

“Fuck yes,” he said, the words grating their way free of him. “You see what I’m doing to her? That’s what I’m going to do to you in a minute. Think about that, while you punish that gorgeous bum of yours.” He released Scarlet and let her recover, saliva spilling down her chin, after which she recommenced sucking on her own initiative. “Damn – now we’ve got us a party, all three of us. Spank that ass harder, Blondie.” She did, face flushed, and he could see the hand-print bloom in red and then fade, each time she did it. “Touch yourself. Do it now. Keep showing me what you’ve got.” Once more she did it, reaching between her legs with one hand and fingering there. “How wet are you?”

“Wet,” she moaned.

“How wet?”

“God – God, I’m wet. I’m wet.” There was misery in her voice at the acknowledgement.

“I fucking know you are – I can see you drip. Now get that big ass and that juicy cunt over here and kneel beside your friend. Hurry up.” She did, everything about her beautiful and bouncy as she moved. Mac took the opportunity to pull out from Scarlet’s mouth, so he could strip himself free of trousers and socks. Even a blackmailer should try and maintain his dignity, he considered. “Come on,” he said, gripping the girl by the shoulder and pushing her to the floor, “get in your fucking place, okay? Now – there’s a pretty sight.” It so was, the pair of them nestled side by side in their nude girly glory. “Two hot naked bitches on their knees for me,” he said with the utmost satisfaction. Team Miranda was his to fuck, any way he wanted. “Take over, Blondie. Wrap your mouth around my cock and get busy.”

Those precious blue eyes widened when confronted with his massive erection, soaked as it was in Scarlet’s saliva. Her comrade shot her a look that might as well have said “Your turn, bitch”, and she stretched her mouth wide to take in his girth. Now it was bright pink lips encircling his shaft in contrast to deep red, accompanied by an entertainingly surprised expression on the girl’s face – like she couldn’t figure out how she’d ended up here with a mouthful of hard cock.

“Bit more than you’re used to?” he inquired, and she stared at him pitifully, with her lips in a stuffed circle. There was another glint of malicious enjoyment in Scarlet’s face. “Well get used to it. I’m taking your precious boyfriend’s place tonight, so you can damn well suck me like you suck him.” He seized her silky tresses as a warning and she fellated him in earnest, head moving on him, her cheeks squeezing in tight suction. “Go on, girl, show some commitment,” he goaded, tightening his grip. “You can’t afford any half-measures right now.” She gobbled more fully, chin rising and falling as she worked him. “That’s better. Let’s see that head bobbing. Suck my cock properly and look at me while you do it. Stick your tongue out. It’s a bit too late to be ladylike now, so let’s get fucking messy.” She slavered over his shaft, so that saliva trickled towards his balls, her eyes still wide with the disbelief of an ingénue.

“Scarlet – are you shirking?” he inquired, catching the distracted look in the girl’s face as she observed her friend’s progress. “Don’t just watch her, you slacking little bitch, show some initiative and suck my balls.” He’d kept his grooming regimen in place through all the divorce business and they were shaved for her easy access. With her glare reassumed, she slurped one heavy ball into her mouth and massaged it with her tongue. Mac cradled both the girls’ heads as they sucked on him, marvelling at the joy to be had in seizing the moment. Carpe fucking Diem. “That’s it, girls,” he said. “Partnership. Little sluts learning their place. See? You’re both much better at sucking cock than you are at burglary. Now you’re playing to your strengths.”

Two wet mouths pleasured him, and as he absorbed all the delicious cock-sensation, it occurred more strongly than before what fun might be had with the dynamic between the pair. Fucking them would be good, but how much could he fuck with them? Fantasies he hadn’t indulged in years were already being catered to, and some he’d never known existed were bubbling from his subconscious, making demands. Well tonight he was going to live them all. “Okay,” he said, not yet sure where he might go with his spark of a plan. “Swap tasks. Let’s turn this into a contest. I’m still deciding what the stakes will be.”

After a bumbling attempt to co-ordinate their movements, they managed it. Scarlet vacuumed up his cock-head again with the fieriness limited to her eyes now, while Blondie tongued his balls one at a time with loving attention. Both girls had embraced the program by now and it was time to test their limits. For a moment he savoured their attentions, retaining just enough clarity to work out the next part of his course. Then he pulled them free of himself, their mouths dripping as he continued to command their attention.

 “Right,” he said, “here’s the deal. I’m going to fuck one of you nice, and I’m going to fuck the other so hard she won’t know which planet she’s on. The girl who gives me the nastiest, messiest blow-job gets the nice fuck, okay?” There was a satisfying degree of trepidation in both girls’ faces, not just on Blondie’s, as they nodded. “Okay, Scarlet, you first.”

The redhead visibly prepped herself, working up saliva with the steely look of an athlete before an event.

“Okay, that’s enough,” he gasped, when the thrill threatened to overwhelm him. He drew Scarlet off and studied the ‘Beat that, bitch’ smugness in her face as she turned to her forlorn friend. These two really weren’t the BFFs he had assumed at the evening’s start – or if they were, the cracks were starting to show. Either way, he’d use the developing rift to his advantage. “Right, Blondie,” he said, “show me what you’ve got.”

He expected the girl to quail at the demand, but her companion’s patronising stare had clearly nettled her. Something more spirited flared up within the girl and she grabbed hold of Mac’s cock with more purpose than he could have imagined. Eyes wide and still innocent-blue, she licked all the way from his dripping balls to his glans with a broad pink tongue, before engulfing him in her gloss-lipped mouth. She pumped her lips on his already wet shaft and then let the clear liquid gush, so that his sturdy pole was enveloped in a river all over again. Lifting off him, she wrapped her palm around him and jacked him with vigour, the saliva frothing between her knuckles. A meek look of ‘How good am I?’ – the kind of look he was sure she normally reserved for her boyfriend – was all over her face. If he were re-evaluating the girl, so was Scarlet; it was the redhead’s turn to drop her jaw, as a kind of outrage overtook her. The look intensified as Blondie actually spat all over his cock, massaging the additional wetness into him with a furiously pumping fist and then gobbling him again with a squishing oral accompaniment that was pure music. When he pulled her off his throbbing column moments later, the spit was dripping from every inch of him, bubbling on his surface.

“Good work,” he said, as the blonde panted and her partner scowled. “Good work from both of you. I think we’ve got a dead heat. Let’s decide this properly.” He grabbed both girls by the hair and drew them cheek to cheek. “Open wide, both of you, and stay close.” They obeyed, both mouths stretching into wide wet Os. “That’s it – two big beautiful tunnels, and here comes the train. No flinching, girls, fucking deal with it.”

He did Scarlet first, feeding his cock into her mouth with his hand still clutching her hair, and plunging into the depths beyond. She took it all as he thrust in and out, her mouth stretched to the maximum around his ravishing shaft, a glutinous squelching in her throat as she got orally reamed. He pulled out and seized Blondie, the harshness of his grip causing her lips to stretch wider. Strings of spit were still trailing between his cock and Scarlet’s mouth, when he ploughed past the other girl’s lips and sank all he had inside her. The face-fucking to which he treated her was no less vigorous than the one he had given her friend, but once again she surprised him with how gamely she took it, swallowing all his pumped inches to the balls and keeping her mouth open and ready when he had drawn himself frothing out of her.

After that he tested them further, ramming each girl’s throat full and holding her tight in place with her lips pressed to his base, as she acclimatised to being stuffed with him. Having put both through their cock-swallowing paces, he alternated, diving with full strokes and pulling out immediately, only to thrust into the other girl’s mouth. Great spider webs of saliva-strands accumulated between their faces and his cock, the looped strands eventually breaking and splattering over the girls’ chests until glistening gobs dangled from their nipples. “Lick up the spit,” he said, and they did so greedily, lapping it up from his shaft and his balls and recycling it back into the filthy double face-fuck. His cock looked outrageously huge and it savaged their throats, emerging each time with every detail lacquered in spit-syrup. Never since his teenage years had he experienced such gratuitous pride in the aesthetic look of his own phallus. Incensed by a kind of joyful fuck-rage, he smeared his drenched cock all over their messy faces and then cock-whipped them both, taking Scarlet first and Blondie after, and whacking the great trunk of his erection against their cheeks as they winced.

“There,” he said, as the dick-slapping continued, “that’s what you get for acting as Miranda’s bitches. Tell me, whose bitch are you now, Scarlet?” His cock smacked her soundly as he asked the question.

“Yours,” she said, her face screwed up in a fury.

He turned his erectile attentions to the other one. “And whose bitch are you, Blondie?”

“Yours,” she affirmed, voice almost aching with sincerity.

“Damned right,” he said, pulling both their heads up by the hair so that he could bend down and plant a ravisher’s kiss on each well-fucked mouth. Scarlet let her tongue be stroked by his, offence and arousal combining on her face as he withdrew from her. Blondie was all guilt afterwards, maybe at the ease with which her mouth adhered to his and the reluctance with which she let him go. He held onto them, so that they had to look into his face. “Ladies, that little suck-party was only round one. Now who do we think was the winner?” Both seemed reluctant to articulate a thought on that subject, maybe in case it prejudiced him against their claim. “I still think it’s too close to call,” he mused, and then he went on to announce the decision he’d made before the game even started. “But I think I’m going to award it to Blondie. I mean I figured you for a filthy fucking slut from the start, Scarlet, but your friend here really impressed me with some of those nasty moves. She’s as much a whore as you are, boyfriend or not.” The redhead’s face fell and then burned with outrage, while the blonde breathed out relief – that and an unmistakable sense of shame. “Yes, you should look like that, Scarlet,” he persisted. “I’m going to make you pay for losing. And your friend here…” He gripped Blondie under her arm and pulled her up roughly, so that all her lovely naked contours shook. “She’s going to help me.”

The bimbo stood in uncertainty, while her friend stared up in malevolence at the new twist the evening had taken. “Get on all fours, Scarlet,” he commanded her. “We’re taking you for a walk.” Her face full of thunder, the redhead dropped her hands to the floor and turned reluctantly about. Mac reached down with both hands and gathered her hair into a thick rope at the nape of her neck, one he gripped firmly. “That’s going to be your leash,” he informed, “and you’re going to go where I take you. Blondie, spank her ass all the way.”

The standing girl’s stare was perplexed, so he set her straight – reaching behind her and clapping a hand to her bum cheek so that she yelped. “Look, sweetheart,” he said while he clutched the fleshy rear cushion, “you’re going to do what I tell you, otherwise I’ll thrash both your asses raw and give you as rough a shafting as I’m going to give her. You’re really short on options here, so spank the redhead and spank her hard. Show me.”

Blondie broke out of her hand-wringing confusion and delivered a tentative slap onto Scarlet’s pert rump. “What the fuck was that?” Mac demanded, stretching the length of the redhead while still gripping her hair. “Like this.” He swatted the same buttock to which the blonde had applied her hand, but with proper force. Scarlet released a satisfying ‘Ow!’ on receipt of the smack. “There. Now you.” Her partner spanked again, more forcefully this time, and looked to Mac for reassurance. “Harder, but not hard enough,” he told her. “I want this.” He whacked firmly, Scarlet protesting loudly again. “Go. Properly, or your ass gets the next one.” She flicked her hand and this time the impact of palm on naked ass was full and satisfying, drawing a pissed-off exclamation from her friend.

“That’s what I want. Make her feel it, okay? So that I know she feels it.” Blondie nodded rapidly to show she understood, her cheeks flushing from the unusual form of exertion. “Right – let’s take her to the living-room,” he said, tugging on his improvised rope and thus shunting Scarlet into clambering motion. “You both know the layout of the house better than me by now, right?”

The redhead followed where he led, and where her associate propelled through the application of hard, stinging slaps. It was another image for Mac to store in his memory – the pair’s lithe leader stalking after him through the apartment like a semi-tamed panther, while her sweet-but-dim follower spanked her ass, full breasts bouncing on every swing on her arm. Miranda’s bitches were proving finer entertainment than any he could have imagined, but it still served merely as warm-up for what he really needed.

“Get her in the room,” he ordered, tugging hard on the leash of red hair. Scarlet scrambled the final few paces, Blondie swiping insistently at her protruding bottom. When Mac dragged her up into standing position again, both girls were panting – the blonde possibly from the excitement of having been compelled to spank her bitchy companion. “Okay,” Mac said, looking to his assistant. “Tell me where I’m going to fuck her.” Blondie stared at him in confusion once more, before glancing around the sparsely furnished living-room. “On the sofa, down on the floor, over the table? Where best to give her a really good pounding?”

Her confounded expression persisted, while the demeaned Scarlet shot him daggers.

“Look,” he told Blondie, “I’m about to bang the living shit out of your friend here, and you’re going to choose where best to do it. Unless you want me to reverse my decision…”

“Over the table,” she announced without a further split-second’s hesitation, and she got the full blast of her partner’s angry glare in consequence.

“Good,” Mac said, grabbing hold of Scarlet’s wrists from behind and propelling her across the room, the head of his great erection prodding the small of her back on each pace. “I knew your dizzy friend would think clearly enough once she was motivated.” He put his slender-bodied prize over the side of his rectangular oak dining-table, so that her ass stuck out invitingly. “Get over here, Blondie,” he snapped, as his captive grunted. “You’re going to be a part of this.”

The hapless blonde moved to the table and hovered beside him, concern on her face and one hand twisting the fingers of the other. “What… What do you want me to do?”

Mac looked over the gym bunny with the fabulous tits and ass, and his conventional self shot a brief ‘How did I get here?’ through his brain. His fully-awakened alpha flicked the thought easily away, however, with a ‘Who the fuck cares?’ Lust and revenge were proving a potent concoction that night. “Hold her down,” he instructed. So he didn’t really require anyone to hold the bent-over girl. It was great sport to implicate her friend in his actions and an excellent way to increase tension between the two partners. “Hold the slut down,” he reiterated, “while I give her the fucking of her misspent life.”

The unrestrained thief bumbled prettily into motion, gripping her friend by the shoulders with a frown of apology. How Scarlet responded to this action Mac neither knew nor cared. He was much too busy spreading the redhead’s thighs and stretching out the folds of her glistening red cunt. The middle finger that he plunged inside her reinforced what was already clear. “Fucking soaking,” he said, his cock throbbing with added anticipation as he withdrew the digit. “See the fun we’re all having, girls? You two naughty bitches could be in the middle of a police interview right now, but instead you’re partying with me. How’s that for a fucking result? Grip her tight, ‘cos I’m not going to hold back here.”

Scarlet’s hands were splayed on the table-top, Blondie bracing her further, as Mac pressed the head of his implacably hard cock to her lips and prised it in between them. She moaned at the intrusion of his bulging glans and at the promise of so much more to come, her plaintive voice intensifying the buzz of energy around his body. This was going to beat the hell out of whacking off in the shower one more night.

“Are you ready, Scarlet?”

He didn’t wait for a reply. Enough of him had slotted itself beyond her entrance to facilitate full penetration. Mac grabbed the willowy girl beneath her ribcage and with a determination that was absolute, drove himself deep inside her. His generous length and girth had tested every pussy it ever fucked, Miranda’s included – and now he gave it all to the flame-haired house-breaker in one mighty thrust. She cried out to be filled so rapidly and completely, her body forced tight to the table as he crammed her hole.

“There it is!” he yelled in jubilation, as her warm cunt gobbled him to the base of his shaft. Now that was what he needed to feel, and the circumstances only made it more delicious. Having found such a welcome home for his cock, he drew back his hips and plunged in again, another glorious burial of man-weapon in sucking female sheath, resulting in a further gratifying yell from the recipient. “That’s it, girl,” he seethed, as he set about shafting the redhead’s pussy with a barrage of riotously hard strokes, driving himself on each one into its squishing depths. “Take it. Take that fucking cock.”

Take it she did, Scarlet’s vocal response long and quavering, her ass and thighs vibrating from the repeated impact. The vibrations ran through her body and passed into her friend, so that the blonde’s tits undulated on each smack of groin against ass. “Right to the balls,” he said, fixing the newly astonished sidekick with his wild stare. “That’s how far I’m ramming my cock inside your friend. Think she’s feeling that?”

“Oh God… Oh God, yes.” The girl’s eyes were wide in her solemn face, her candy-pink nipples hard.

“You feeling it?” he demanded of Scarlet, palms moulded to her waist and his cock ploughing her with unceasing power.

“Fuck… Yes, you bastard. Ohhh God…”

“See? She is. And how good do you think it feels for me?”

The full-figured girl stared at his straining body and hard-set jaw, her voyeurism adding fuel to his fuck-passion. “Really good?”

“Damned right it does.” He flung his dick into Scarlet, wrecking her cunt in a sustained fury of lust, while the girl let loose a symphony of crazy moans. “This might have been you instead of her. What do you think of that?”

The blonde blinked and fought for words, her gaze drinking in the frenzied fucking of her partner.

“Cat got your tongue, Blondie? Let her go and get up. She’s not going anywhere and I want your fucking tits pressing into me. Grab a tight hold.” The girl followed orders, gripping his rutting body and nestling her breasts so that they pillowed against his ribcage. Inflamed by sexual need the like of which he had never known, he pulled Scarlet up by the shoulder, accentuating the lissom curve of her back, and speared her. The ferocity was such that he broke sweat and the heavy table shifted under his motion. “Come on, you hot thieving bitch, take your fucking punishment. Check it out, Blondie, get a close-up look.”

“Oh my God…” She clung to his naked torso, fixating on the piston motion of his cock as it reamed out her friend’s cunt in a flurry of moisture. “Oh Jesus…”

“Seen anything like this before?”

“No…” That polite voice was faltering.

“Think she’s getting enough payback?”

“Yes. Yes, you’re really giving it.”

“Well I don’t agree.” Scarlet’s pussy was getting the benefit of the wildest treatment his dick had probably ever mustered, but those honed athlete’s ass-cheeks were begging for hard attention too. His arm made a whiplash motion, palm bouncing off her buttock so hard that Blondie cried out along with the smack’s recipient. “That’s how to punish a slut,” he informed his helper, before his palm exploded against Scarlet’s bottom a second time. “That’s how the put a robbing little bitch in her place. Push those tits against me and watch her fucking get it for both of you.” He fucked in a storm of lust, his hand supplying equivalent reprimands on the girl’s reddening flesh. Scarlet howled, as her bum achieved a colour to match the name he had given her. Her comrade pushed her tits into Mac and watched it all, gasping as he delivered the full-on spank-and-fuck that might so easily have been meted out to her.

“Rub her clit,” he ordered.

“What?”

“Rub her aching fucking clit,” he repeated for the startled blonde’s benefit. “She’s supposed to be your friend, so help get her off. Or would you rather I force you to lick her?”

Blondie’s face lit with new alarm and she reached under her partner’s belly with no further enquiry, fingertips going to immediate work. Mac gripped the well-spanked ass and forged ahead in his cunt-reaming mission, while the redhead moaned and her companion frigged.

“Nice and swollen, is she?” he inquired.

“Yes, yes she is.”

“What else is she?”

“Wet. She’s wet. Really wet.” Blondie’s emotion was hard to nail in the craziness of the moment. It might have been wonder, or anguish, or perhaps even envy.

Mac embraced the information and powered his cock in and out, ramming towards Scarlet’s climax while becoming aware that his own was near. Whatever resentment the fucked girl might be feeling towards him became moot, as her cunt retracted on him like a vice and her moans escalated wildly. He recognised the danger – that her spasms might suck the cum from his balls in a crazy rush – and stopped his frantic motion inside her, gripping her ass till she had writhed and keened her way to orgasm’s end. An unrelieved cock, he sensed, was providing him with his edge that night; he couldn’t afford to be drained, Sampson-like, of his power. For a moment he enjoyed Scarlet’s helpless squirming on the table-top. Then he pulled his cock all the way out of her, Blondie gasping at the accompanying cascade that spilled down her thighs and dripped onto the hardwood floor.

Grinning, he pulled Scarlet up by the arm and the tresses of her hair, shoving Blondie out of the way and depositing the object of his shafting on her knees before him. “Now lick my cock clean, you messy fucking whore,” he said. “It’s the least I can expect from a dirty little thief like you.”

All credit to the redhead – he might have just fucked her wide open, but she set her tongue spiralling around his shaft and mopped him clean, determination fighting off delirium. “Let that be an example,” he told the blonde, as he stared down at his scarlet slut. “She took it like a trooper and she’s still going. Think of it this way – once you were caught on camera burgling this house, you were both going to get fucked one way or another. Better it’s this way, right?” He gripped a handful of red hair to encourage the cock-licker in her progress. “Hey, don’t neglect the balls while you’re down there.”

Blondie looked at him with an expression of deep concern, as Scarlet cupped her tongue around his ball sac and waggled her way through the cleaning process. “Didn’t you say you were going to…”

“To fuck you nice? Yes, I will. Thanks for reminding me.” He drew Scarlet’s face away from his well-lapped cock and pulled her to her feet; her eyes glimmered with whatever defiance had not yet been fucked out of her. “This one’s coming with me,” he said, leading the redhead’s slender form roughly from the room. “She can sit her bare bottom down in the study she so thoroughly searched and read some Crime and Punishment if she likes. You and I need some alone-time.”

The next part of his plan had evolved as Scarlet washed him clean, and once in the hallway he set it in motion. Tugging the redhead close, he whispered the instructions in her ear, inwardly amazed at his ingenuity and at the direction in which he was pushing the encounter. “You clear on that?” he demanded when he’d finished. She regarded him with more intrigue than resentment and nodded. “Good. Get going.”

He observed her silently as she obeyed. Holy Christ, this next part would be fascinating. It would take the evening to new heights of raw excitement. And Mac couldn't damn well wait.

TO BE CONTINUED