Page 27 of Lust

He throws an old-fashioned key across the desk toward me.

Trust Price to lock his biggest, most beautiful asset in a safe with a key instead of a key code. He might have made his money through technology, but at heart he’s an old-fashioned guy.

I already know what I’ll find in the safe. The biggest diamond in the world is just a couple of meters away from me, but I find I can’t move. The two women are more enticing than any rock, no matter how large and how flawless.

“Get the fuck out of my house, Price,” I bark at him, blowing a puff of smoke in his direction. “And leave your bitches behind. I have plans with them.”

Price casts a melancholic glance my way before pivoting and heading off. I watch him walk through the living area until I can’t see him anymore, but don’t make a move to get up until I hear the front door click.

“Shall we move to the living room, ladies?”

The music is louder out here, but there’s no sign of Robert. The girls are both dressed exactly how I like my women to dress. Classy but slutty too. One wears a long dress that has a slit so far up her thigh I can see she’s not wearing any underwear. The other has a short dress and though I can’t tell right now, I’m sure she’s equally naked under her dress.

I’m already hard as I sit on the generous sofa. I don’t need to pay for sex, never have, but there’s something about paying women. The transactional value of it means I don’t need to bother with their enjoyment. So I’ve been known to partake in hookers from time to time. Another thing about paying for sex is that you know how much you’re going to pay up front. Pick a girl from the office and it might seem like a cheapo fuck, but weeks later they are calling you, hitting you up for child support. I’ve never gotten a woman pregnant, to my knowledge, but it’s happened enough to friends of mine. I never wanted kids. There’s enough fun to be had without wasting my life on money-sucking rug rats and women who try to bleed you dry. I made that promise to myself the day I saw Price for the first time, too. Women are a dime a dozen. He actually married well and as far as I know, his ex-supermodel wife has never cheated on him, but I’m betting he spends a small fortune on her every day and he’s tied to her now. If he even thinks of sleeping with another person, she’ll have the divorce lawyers on him like flies on shit. Stupid bastard. No, I like my life better. Casual fuck when I want them, the odd hooker if I can’t be bothered with small talk and then sometimes I’ll fuck women to get where I want. Case in point: Anthura.

I picture her face. She’s in the Earthery too somewhere. I bet she’s pining over me right now, as she sucks that idiot Moloch’s tiny dick. I let out a small laugh as the two women sit next to me. One moves to unbutton my shirt while the other goes for my belt.

Threesomes are another thing I’ve had the pleasure of having more than once in my life. There’s nothing on this earth better than being serviced by two gorgeous women. As though I’ve willed it, one of the women slides down from my lap to between my legs and eases my pants down to the floor. The other starts to bite at my skin, running her teeth over my nipple. Not painful, just playful. I’m already hard as nails as the one between my legs begins to suck me off.

“You, join her,” I bark at the one kissing my chest. Having a blow job is amazing, but to have two women sucking, licking, kissing my cock is even better. If there was space, I’d have three or four women. Hell, I’d have every woman in the world worshiping my cock if I could.

“You’re so big, baby,” one of them hums.

“I can barely take it all in,” the other agrees. I’ve never been harder. It’s almost painful, but the two women are doing a good job. Not the best I’ve ever had, but better than anything I’ve gotten in Hell so far and I can just about put up with the fake porn star moans that accompany it. No one likes giving head that much.

I shift on the seat to try to find a more comfortable position. Maybe two of them was a mistake. It’s beginning to hurt. “Hey, take it easy, girls. It’s a cock, not a fucking banana.” The music is getting louder now and more annoying. I dig my fingers into the sofa on each side of me. The pain is becoming unbearable and as I shift my gaze downward, I see why. Both the women have teeth like fucking vampires and are running them up and down my cock, causing red marks to appear.

I try to buck away from them, but that causes them to become even more enthusiastic. “What the fuck!” I push one off, kicking her away from me, but almost as soon as she’s hit the floor, she rushes back with unnatural speed. Before my eyes, their glamors wear off and it’s no longer two beautiful women sucking me off. These fuckers aren’t women, they’re demons and not the same kind of demon as Anthura.

“Get the fuck off me!”

I attempt to fend them off, but the escalating agony becomes overwhelming. Each nibble is like a searing fire coursing through my cock. It’s not just their teeth that are causing it. The pressure in my cock is hitting a breaking point. I’ve never seen myself so engorged, so big and so red. The sight of the women licking and suckling me, their sharp teeth biting, is enough to instill terror in me. The horror of seeing the unnatural size of my dick is compounded by the terrifying demons using it as a fucking chew toy. Terror fills me. I’ve never been scared before in my life. Not during those first years when I completed hostile takeovers, not when I made my first million, billion. Not even when I was fucking shot and died, but now I feel what’s left of the blood in my body rushing to my cock, causing my chest to feel like it’s going to collapse in on itself.

I scream out, no longer able to fight them off. The music is cutting into my brain with a similar intensity to their assault on my cock. The pain is like nothing else I’ve ever felt in my life and I can’t do a fucking thing about it. I can’t move. My entire body feels heavy and languid. Conversely, my head is light and woozy. Hardly a fucking surprise as it’s barely got any blood left in it.

I let my head loll back and wait for my cock to explode and not in the good way, but then there’s an almighty crash and the pain lessens. I look up to see Robert standing there, a frying pan in his hand and his mouth gaping open. The two demon hookers, or whatever they are, lie unconscious on the floor.

He stares at me in horror, his mouth gaping open and his eyes wide. “I’m sorry! It looked like you were in pain.”

“I’m still in fucking pain,” I growl. “Turn that fucking music off.”

He stares at me blankly. “I’m not playing music. I can’t even hear any music.” Then his face falls into one of comprehension. “Did you hear music when we were in the farmhouse kitchen?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I snap back. My dick is pointing right up in the air, at least twice the size it should be. It’s bright red and hurts like holy hell. I want to pull my pants up so he doesn’t see it, but it’s clear by the way his eyes keep flicking down that he already has. It’s not like it’s hard to spot. It’s currently the size of a fucking pepper grinder. Those ones they bring out with great fanfare in Italian restaurants, the ones bigger than a fucking baby. Forget a baby’s arm. My cock could be delivered as a new born right now.

The freak starts wittering on. “When I was…. you know, I heard music. I think it’s some kind of weird magical aphrodisiac. The fact that you can hear it now and I can’t means I’m not affected this time.”

Anger courses through me. “Get the fuck out of here before I murder you on the spot.”

He flicks his eyes down to my dick again and disgust fills his features. “I don’t think you’re in any fit state to do that,” he says, kicking the bodies of the demons away with his heels. He gives a long sigh and nods toward my engorged cock. “I could help you if you like?”

“No fucking way!” I hiss out in disgust. I make to sit up, but my body is so heavy I can barely move an inch. I think all my blood is currently in the only part of me I can feel.

“Listen buster.” He folds his arms and looks like he might throw up. “I don’t like the thought of jerking off your meaty dick any more than you do, but we have to pass this test. We failed miserably in the first round.”

Fuck, he’s right. At least he didn’t say “thanks to you” at the end of the sentence, but if I want to get through these stupid games, I need to play the game, no matter how galling it is. Plus, there’s the matter of the unrelenting pain. I need relief from this agony.

I nod my head slightly and let my head fall to the side. It might have to be done, but there’s no way I’m going to watch the freak jerk me off. I slam my eyes closed and pretend I’m in any situation than this one.

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