Hey, we might be killers, but even we had standards.
THREE
DEAN—THE REBELS CREW
"Awww,come on, sweetheart, you know you wanna have a little fun with some dangerous men, don't ya?"
I ran my fingers down the side of her arm, teasing the hot little number I'd picked up at the bar. Trixie, Traci, Tinkerbelle—I couldn't remember her name, not that it mattered in the least. She was just a hole to fuck, something for my brothers-in-arms to entertain themselves with after the high wore off from our Christmas party adventures.
Tanner dropped some molly, which I'd politely refused since he didn't remember where he got it. Jack was currently in the driver's seat, letting the aforementioned dude hold a joint for him to hit as he steered the car into the driveway of the asylum. I had some premium white girl in my pocket and planned to snort a line right off this gorgeous girl's perky tits when we finally got her naked and strapped down.
We never did anything the girls didn't consent to. No, there were others who roamed the halls of the asylum whose kink might be the absence of consent, but not my crew. The three of us got off on hurting people consensually, showing them how much they enjoyed the pain before bringing them to the cusp of pleasure and making them beg. Then, if we liked them, we'd letthem come. And if we didn't? Well, those girls walked home with an unquenched thirst. A need for dick we didn't give them.
The ones we denied eventually found their way back to us.
The blonde I was warming up now glanced at me out of the corner of her eye; all the while, her head was tilted in the direction of the joint now being passed from one side of the front seat to the other. "I dunno, Dean. I mean, you guys are hot, but isn't the asylum, like, haunted or something?"
I was seriously beginning to wonder just how dumb this one was. Maybe the peroxide in her bottle blonde had fried more than a few brain cells. "Nah, not haunted, just a bit scary after dark." My finger reached out and booped the end of her nose playfully. "And if you do as I say, you'll be just fine. Scout's honor."
An indecent snort echoed from the front in response to my claim. "You've never been a scout, Dean."
He wasn't snorting so much when my foot connected with the back of his seat. "How would you know?"
"Scouts have a way about them, which you lack, ya fuckstick." He waved his hand in the air snarkily. "That's how."
"How about you just shut up and drive," I snapped back, eager to turn my affections to the prettier target. "Where were we, lovely?"
She giggled a bit in that high-pitched way she had about her with everything she did. "I think you were about to convince me the asylum was safe for outsiders."
"Safe, no. Safeenough,yes."
Her shoulders lifted in a shrug. "Same thing."
"Not by a long shot," Tanner tuned in from the front. "You'd best listen to everything Dean says, or you'll end up having a bad time."
The blonde went back to looking out the window instead of at me, and I felt my attraction, my desire for some no-strings sex, slowly fading with every second.
I had to do something, and fast.
My brain caught up to my body, and I reached for my zipper, realizing this bitch needed blunt and directive, or we'd never get anywhere. "I hear you suck dick like you were born to it," I snapped, pulling mine out with less fanfare than usual. "How about you start with mine?"
Her jaw dropped open when I fisted it threateningly, my eyes on her as I waited for her to snap to and realize what I wanted. When the light went off in her head, the bitch didn't even say anything, just fell forward and put her pretty lips over the swollen head of my cock and moaned prettily. The vibrations from her noises as she slid down my length were something out of a movie, or a porno, perhaps.
"Ah, yes, there's a good little slut," I praised, my hand on the back of her head already, prepared to start fucking her face if she didn't get me where I wanted to go. "Fucking suck me, bitch. Don't be afraid of it, sweetheart; it doesn't bite—only spits a little if you're doing it right."
Tanner and Jack sniggered in the front seat, but I wasn't about to let being mocked throw my game. The head was sub-par, but what she lacked in skill, she made up for in effort, her head bobbing under my palm as she choked and gagged on my length, tears streaming from her face, spit slipping down around my balls with every pass. I had to commend her; every time we hit a bump, she took the added force with ease, not even making a disgruntled groan when the tip of my dick hit the back of her throat with enough force to choke her.
"So good," I moaned, throwing my head back against the pleather seats. "Fuck yeah, baby, suck that dick," I urged, feeling the telltale pulsing in the base of my sac that preluded meshooting a load down someone's throat. Tonight, it was hers. "Don't make a mess, now. When I come down that pretty throat, you're to swallow it all down, you got that?"
She whimpered at the tightness of my fist when I gripped her hair and began rocking into her mouth, taking over to seek my own pleasure. I fucked her face ruthlessly, relentlessly, ignoring the choking, gasping sputters that slipped from her as I stiffened and came, spilling my cum down her throat, over her tongue, marking her where only the two of us could see.
She swallowed every drop, gagging only a little bit as I pulled my cock from her mouth. She sat back in her chair, silently waiting for more direction. I half expected the others to ask for her next, but neither made a sound, their attention on other things.
That just wouldn't do.
"Go on up there, sweetheart," I urged, giving her a little shove toward the roomier front seat. "Tanner has a cock for you to warm."
She eyed the front seat warily for a moment, but when the man in question crooked his finger at her and smiled, she rose from her seat and crawled into his lap, her grin answering his own. "Yes, sir," she teased, wriggling her ass a little as that banging body disappeared into their zone.
