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The Following is Fan Fiction and should be taken as such. This story follows on from Emma Raducanu And Bianca Bustamante - The Fast Lane

“It’s the slow knife, the knife that takes its time, the knife that waits years without forgetting, then slips quietly between the bones, that's the knife that cuts the deepest.”

Those words, although delivered from the silver screen, resonated heavily with me. It struck a chord on a fundamental level, triggering my base instincts, my primal tendencies. On the surface, when you heard those words and looked at my body, bandaged and battered in hospital dressings and plaster, it would be sensible to deduce that I was the recipient of that cold, sharp, calculated blade. That is what I hoped they saw, the White Wolf and his soon to be bastard son, I had not made up my mind yet in which order they were to go. I was that slow knife that never forgets, but waiting years would be off the table, I was out for blood now. 

Teardrop remained bedside, like a sentinel, her face stoic for the most part, calm like the morning ocean, but her eyes..they told a different story. Much like mine they were filled with pent up rage, with vengeance only mine was tempered by a single thought..Emma

****

Over the weeks and months, the sound of the cardiac machine became my best friend, my lifeline. Today was an important day. Discharged from bed rest, the nurse overseeing my recovery had given me the green light to start my rehab, with my first port of call to visit Emna, held at the main city hospital. My treatment and operation was strictly off the books to avoid questions, with the police putting it down to a robbery gone wrong with Emma the sporting celebrity being targeted for her money. It was hazy at best, but was something the higher ups wanted shot of, sweeping it under the rug to avoid a full on fracas of a publicity stench, something Emma’s parents were pushing for. Wrong place, wrong time was the official statement. As for me, I was never there, I couldn’t be.

“You look nervous.” Teardrop signed, her face grown older in our current stressful circumstance but always loyal.

“It’s called shame…” I shook my head, flowers in hand, looking like the worst possible version of myself to date.

“She has been asking for you for weeks now.” Teardrop added, sprinkling salt to my still open wounds.

“I know..it just wasn’t possible..I was..like this..and the attention it would bring..her safety..” I paused, feeling a firm hand grasp my healthy shoulder.

“She cares for you..very much.” Teardrop signed, searching my face for a hint of weakness.

I gave her none, just like the night of the shooting when I should have told Emma in as many words and yet my ego would not allow for it and so here we were.

“I know..I..”

“Let's get going.” I diverted, struggling to process the raw emotions running rampant in my thoughts.

*****

There was a heavy police presence at the hospital, with a few squad cars parked outside the entrance and another uniformed officer outside the door to Emma’s private room. Her mother met my eyes immediately after the elevator doors opened, a strange hope filled them upon seeing my disheveled self.

“Dice..”

“I..we..wanted to thank you and your friend for all that you’ve done.”

“Teardrop..is it? Checking in on Emma everyday has really kept her spirits from sinking too much..especially after the tough news.” 

“Anyway, how are you feeling? I heard you had an accident of your own?” Mrs Raducanu smiled solemnly.

The story we had spun in my absence was a hit and run, just to explain my lack of facetime lately. It had been tough..not seeing her, but I sent Teardrop in my absence, more out of protection but also to try and reassure Emma that I was still there, still thinking of her.

“I’ll live..” I replied.

Tough news?” I raised my eyebrows.

“I’ll let her tell you..”

“But she’s been taking it a little rough lately, despite the smile.”

“We pushed through with the op for her wrists and ankles..they were always going to be done..but the gunshot wound. That..well that has caused a few..complications.” Her mother bowed her head, nearly bursting into tears.

“Anyway..I just wanted to say thank you. We know how much she cares for you and just..” She started, trying to hold it together.

“Here..let me.” I interrupted, pulling a tissue from my pocket.

“You go dear. She’ll be delighted to see your face.” Mrs Raducanu smiled, showing me inside.

I didn't quite know what to expect, or how to feel when I saw her, nor how she would react but that smile melted away those worries in an instant, hearing her call my name.

“DICE!” Emma called from her bed.

“I’ll leave you two be.” Her mother nodded, strangely giving me a hug on exit.

“She adores you..” The tennis star rolled her eyes, complete with trademark smirk.

Plastered on both arms and feet, I would have felt sorry for her if I didn’t know how strong she was. The question was, did she know her own strength? What her mother said rang true, there was a smile there, hiding pain just below the surface, you could see it in her eyes. Whatever this complication was, it showed.

“And your dad?” I scoffed.

“Work in progress.” She smiled.

“Listen..about my absence for the past few..”

“It's fine, I understand.” Emma cut me off.

“How is..everybody?” She asked, as I took my place by her side.

There were new faces and old in the crew, a circle I intentionally wanted to keep smaller this time due to what had unfolded. Some were still on probation, like the professor who had driven us to the hospital. I was grateful, no doubt, but still held reservations about whether or not he could keep his mouth shut. The same went for the young buck Jet, following his girlfriend Lily like a lap dog. Eileen had informed me of some weird love triangle between them, a fact I had no interest in whatsoever. I just wanted Emma safe and healthy, and revenge on the ones responsible for putting us in this predicament.

“I'm working on it.” I replied, cooly.

“And you..how's you?” She asked softly, looking at the bandage peeing out of the top of my shirt.

“Me? I’ll survive.” I smirked.

There was an awkward pause in the conversation as I watched that pain and frustration, hidden from the untrained eye, come bubbling to the surface. Emma’s usual trademark cock sure confidence had taken a hit, meeting her gaze with mine.

“The doctor’s say there’s a chance I may never play tennis again..not like before anyway.” She paused, letting the words sink in.

“They..had to extract bits of shrapnel from my shoulder that had damaged my nerves.”

“Long story short..it's fairly certain that I won’t have the same range..or strength as before.” Emma clenched her jaw.

I could see anger raging like an uncontrollable fire, painted across her angelic face. It seemed to oddly fit, making her sexier in my eyes, clenching her hand to know she was not alone.

“We will get the ones responsible..don’t you worry about that.” I replied with muted determination.

Emma smiled, a warm satisfied smile, evidently satisfied with my response as we sat there hand in hand for a few moments. Her attention caught the bouquet of flowers I had left by the bedside table, along with the many others she had received from well wishers.

“Heh..you know..”

“Jimmy visited. Brought me that great big plant over there.” The tennis star sniggered.

“Nice try..I don’t get jealous..”

“You don’t say I love you either.” The brunette smirked, just as her mother entered with some refreshments.

It was good to see her, even if it was under the bedridden circumstances. Emma brought a different type of stability to my life, invariably changing me from who I was before we met on that fateful night with her equally mischievous friend Miss Gu.

For the next few weeks I visited every day. Frequenting at the same time, in time for her to wake up and leaving just after lunch. We talked about a lot of things, starting off positive in the early hours, gradually descending into what we would do to the perpetrators that put us in this mess. The White Wolf was top of our list, closely followed by his snivelling spawn, George. Rumor had it that they had moved their trade internationally, with the primary factory based in Bolivia. I planned to send Teardrop there with a couple of new recruits. A certain Dr. Silverman and his two compatriots Hailee and Rachel went with, the latter of which was nearly as crazy as I was. She had a maniacal feel about her, chasing some French broad called Lou to collect a debt owed. Much like Emma and I, this ragtag of characters seemed to be left wanting, although that was not necessarily a bad thing. It kept us hungry..on our toes. It kept us relentless.

****

“I’m kinda impressed you know.” Emma said as she prepared to get discharged.

Still in her hospital robes and plastered limbs the nurses gently lifted her into a wheelchair to escort us to the exit.

“Is that so? What about?” I asked in response, setting her feet in the heels position on the foot support.

My eyes flickered upwards for a brief moment, stealing a glance up her flowing gown which didn’t go unnoticed by the brunette or Teardrop alike.

“I’m impressed that you were so well behaved when my parents were here..”

“Until now that is. I saw that look.” She smirked.

“Make a wish campaign?” Teardrop signed, mocking me crudely from the sidelines.

“What did she just sign?” Emma raised her eyebrows.

“She said you look ready to get back to it.” I winked.

“Such a liar!”

“Now..chop chop. Wheel me..servant.” The brunette giggled, clapping her hands.

It always impressed me how Emma was able to compartmentalise her persona, slipping seamlessly into the princess of tennis the second the doors opened. Flashing lights and clicking cameras assaulted us from all sides. It was jarring, if only for a moment, riling my temper as a couple got a little too close for my liking. As of sensing my agitation, Emma took hold of my hand gently, bringing me back down.

“Smile and wave baby..”

“Smile and wave.” She said through gleaming teeth as I stepped out of scope to let the press have their money shot.

“Emma..Emma! How are you feeling after the Op!”

“Will you be playing tennis again?”

“How is the gunshot wound?” Another said, to which I nearly responded hastily by punching him on the back of the head.

“I..just want to rest for now. We will see.” Emma replied swiftly, waving me to meet her at the car.

Another few waves to the cameras and a couple of fan greetings and she was done, leaving the public with the sweetest of sweet images of her holding up the peace sign. If only they knew the real her, the dark, calculative, fearless Emma. She was a force to be reckoned with for sure, that slow, stealthy knife that cuts you where it hurts and the blade was pointed directly and George and his backstabbing father.

*****

We left without further hassle from the roaming papz, discreet as could be in my silver Ford Focus. It made her smile anyway, biting her tongue to avoid another flyaway comment about my ride. 

“No..I haven’t bought a new car..things are a little tight at the moment..budget wise.” I spoke, keeping my eyes on the red light about to turn green.

“My lips are sealed.” Emma snorted, patting the worn faux leather seat, cracked along the seams.

It was true, we had had our empire completely ransacked in front of our very eyes, with the tower, our base of operations in the city no longer a safe haven. Miami was done, sold at a knock down price to get it off our books. By the end of it all, piecing together combining it with my sizable emergency fund I had locked away, we had a new place to stay. It wasn’t my usual haunt, very much old fashion rich, situated off the famous Regent’s Park on Park Square East.

Hiding in plain sight was the aim, retreating from the States but not back to well trodden parts of North West London. It was time to lay low for a while whilst Teardrop on the rest scoped out the whispers surrounding Bolivia. Staying here meant we were comfortable but still central, able to have our ear to the ground amongst the elite, a circle our Mr Wolf frequented from time to time.

“Not..too shabby Dice. Not too shabby at all.” Emma commented, stepping into the generously sized welcome area. 

“Make yourself at home, I’m just gonna speak to Teardrop before she goes.” I replied, leaving the brunette to wander on her own.

“You good boss?” Teardrop signed, taking in the last of Emma’s things.

“Keep me in the loop in Bolivia.” I nodded.

“Take care of Miss Tennis.” She signed back with a faint smile.

Whether she cared to admit it, the whole situation with the White Wolf had her shaken for the first time in a while. Not since we were kids had I seen that look of abject fear on her face and she would be vindicated for it. This was the end game, our biggest threat to date and we were on our knees, beaten and bloodied, but not out.

I watched her leave, disappearing towards Great Portland Street station, leaving an healing, yet inquisitive Emma in my care. Warm breath skirted across my nape, followed by the soft, smooth feeling of her head against my back. The scar from the exit wound was still fresh and on the mend, wrapped tightly in layers of dressing.

“I never got the chance to say thank you..”

“Thank you for saving my life that night..” Emma spoke softly.

That steely determined voice was reduced to its base form, a young woman, still trying to make her way in this life, dragged into a world of shadows by my making. 

“You saved mine..” I replied without thinking.

“That's..so corny.” The brunette chuckled.

“We gonna get them all?” She asked, regaining that steely determination.

“Every last..fucking one.” I grumbled, cupping her face.

It had been a while since I had the opportunity to look i to her eyes without a nurse or doctor present, reminding me of just how alluring she was. That same smugness glance towards the upstairs bedroom, followed by a nonchalant shrug, to which I regretfully responded by looking at the cast she still had on either wrist.

“I’m recovering from an op, not incapacitated Dice.” She smirked, sneaking around the back of my belt to pull out my hidden blade.

Without so much as a thought she cut her cast open, first on the right and then on the left, letting them crumble by our feet.

“That was meant to stay on for another week.” I sighed.

“Tell me again..what is it like to take someone’s life?” Emma asked, her voice silky smooth, seductive.

“It can be merciful or brutal, depending on the situation, but one thing is constant.” I replied, slowly unzipping her jeans and sliding my palm between her knickers and her sex.

“Ughhhh..what..what's the constant.” The brunette gasped, giving herself to me.

My mind flashed back to the night at the church, the last time we had been together, like this, causing my wound to ache at just the thought, or perhaps it was that I needed this right now, we both did.

“You’re the last face that person ever sees.”

“The last pair of eyes..the last soul they meet before their end”

“It’s intimate..it’s permanent.” I replied, pushing my fingers deeper into her moist, pink mound, separating her folds with a flick of my wrist while maintaining a steady pressure on her pulsating clit.

“Ohhhhh..fuckkk..Dice..”

“I’ve needed this..”

“Ughhh..needed this for the longest time..” She purred, leaking her juices all over my palms as I sloshed my searching fingers along the walls of her begging cunt.

“If..we do this right now.”

“I’m not holding back.”

“Injury or no injury.” I flagged, firing off a warning shot.

Emma looked me dead in the eyes, lips parted, taking quick and shallow breaths.

“Ride me like a rodeo baby..”

Ride me line s fucking rodeo.” She gasped, humping my palms as I opened her up right there at the foot of the stairs.

“Aghhh..Ahhhh..Mmmmm..” 

“Baby..Baby..BABYYY..” Emma jolted, leaning against the wall, her pupils dilating.

I finger banged her cunt like there was no tomorrow, stirring and stretching the walls of her pussy with my right hand whilst pressing against her hips with the other for support, digitally penetrating the brunette until her cries turned into violent grunts, yearning for release.

“Tell me now..”

“Are you still my whore?” 

“Hmm? Are you still my whore Emma?” 

“Are you?!” I gritted my teeth, fighting against the fierce contraction of her vaginal walls getting ready for orgasm.

“FFFFUCKKK BABYYY..YESSSS!”

“I’m still your whore baby..”

“I’m still your whore Diceee..”

“I’m still your whore babe..”

“I’m still your whoreeee!” She begged, gagging for me to apply the finishing touch.

“Good..good girl..”

“Now let it go..”

“Let that shit go..” I replied, pinching harshly down on her clit and curling my middle finger up towards her sacred G spot.

“Ohhh..fuckkk..I’m gonna come..”

“Fuck yesss..I’m gonna come..”

“Keep touchinggg..”

“Ughhh..keep touching me..”

“Just like that..Dice..just like that..”

“Ahhhhh..I’m gonna come..I’M GONNA COMEEE!” She squealed, flushing a bright as the pleasure of her orgasm ripped through her body, leaving her pussy in a twitching, filthy mess.

I withdrew my hands like I was taking back my debit card from the ATM machine. It was smooth and efficient, sweeping a stray hair from Emma’s sweaty face before feeding my grool covered digits into her wanting mouth.

“Show me the view from upstairs.” The brunette spoke with a laboured voice, undressing as she ascended before disappearing along the landing. 

Following in the athlete’s footsteps I was afforded the luxury of admiring her shapely figure, a little softer now being out of action for some months, but was still more than enough to get the engine revving. My jacket pocket clinked with one of the last few vials of purple mist we had left, a keen reminder of what we had had stolen from us.

“Do you want?” I paused, bringing the little glass full of purple to the light.

Emma was by the balcony, looking out into the London metropolis, her bronze skin shimmering in the sunlight.

“Put your dick inside me.” The brunette muttered, taking a hit of mist straight through the nostrils.  

The impact was instantaneous, euphoria in its purest form, highlighting the sheer potency of what was stolen from us.

“I want you right..here..”

“Right here, In my whore ass.” Emma whispered over her shoulder, presenting herself to me.

Hard as anything, I smacked my shaft against her shapely, toned cheeks, rubbing the main body of my cock up and down her smooth, taught crack, tugging down on her black laced underwear.

“Say that again..”

“Say where you want this cock to go..” I hit back, pressing on her clenched anus.

“In..in my whore ass..”

“Mmm..I’ve missed this..”

“Quit stalling and just fuck me..” She purred as I eased her over the metal railings.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, heels raised onto her tiptoes the second I breached her inner sanctum. The motion was firm, but not forced, feeding my inches into her ass with authority without needing to push too hard. It was as if she had been yearning for it, ready in waiting to take my cock as I pumped her leisurely from behind, warming my dick inside her tight hole, getting ready to shift to a higher gear.

“Ohhhhh..Ughhhhh..”

“You know how I want it baby..”

“You know what I need Dice..” Emma mewed, rocking to my thrusts stretching her tight, contracting anal cavity.

“Yes..I do..”

“I remember how you like it..”

“How you like to be fucked..”

“How you like to be used..” I groaned, remembering all the times we had torn it up like animals.

“Ohhhhh..fuckkkk..”

“Harder baby..Harder..”

“Fuck me harder..”

“UGHHH..UGHHHH..FUCK ME HARDER!” She screamed into the distance, sending a flock of birds chasing out of the trees on the opposite side of the road.

Her cries of pleasure only added fuel to the already raging fire, tracing the small of her back with my nails, digging in for the ride. Every sinew of her anal cavity contracted all at once, grating against my shaft as I pummelled her into submission. The absence of training showed, gradually swiftly succumbing to my will, my sheer dominance.

“Tttt..Tttt..Take me..”

“Ohhhhhh..Babyyyy..”

“Take meeee..” 

“Cccome..come inside me..”

“Come inside me..” She whimpered, buckling at the knees as I lifted her off her feet, doubling her over the balcony railings and fucking her till completion and injecting my warm milk into her swollen bowels.

Emma’s face had that post mist haze, her eyes soft yet demanding, craving more but unable to speak. I let her rest for a moment, taking my time to separate her sweaty ass cheeks with my hands before pumping her with more cum.

The overflow was instant upon pulling out, watching that satisfied look on her face as it dripped down her thighs. A thick river flowed along the inside of the brunette’s athletic legs, dancing around her achilles before forming a puddle at her feet.

“I needed that.” She said smugly.

“So did I.” I replied with an equally gratified expression, admiring her sheer sexiness all sweaty and solid in my fluids

Laying on her hands, we just stared one another out for a bit, my cock, dripping tirelessly above, splashing on her lips.

The afternoon air turned for the worst, dropping a few degrees in the breeze. It rippled Emma’s shredded underwear, flailing about like a black flag of defiance.

“Match Point..” The brunette smirked, rolling over onto her back.

My seed was still present on the insides of her leg, like a dried up tattoo, it needed a fresh coat of paint, but this time I had a sense she had another idea for me to stick it to her. The call of her pussy was magnetic, just as moist and damp as I remembered. Emma’s folds glistened with grool and I hadn’t even fucked her yet, using my heel to stimulate her flow, kneading her clit like a pestel and mortar.

“Mmm..stick your toe in my pussy..” She giggled softly to herself, spreading those strong athletic legs, a gateway to infinite pleasure.

There were only a handful of purple vials left, two to one precise and yet the urge to pop one off again was inviting. Separating her folds with my big toe, I proceeded to fuck her a little with it, enough to coax out the cream building up inside her sex.

“Why don’t we take this to the bed?” I suggested, pressing harder with my heel.

“Ughhh..no..”

“Make me come first..”

“Mmm..make me come.” Emma sighed, grabbing my ankle and sitting on my foot.

I could feel her pussy lips hug my shin as she gently rolled her hips, doing her best impression of a dog humping its owner's leg. Thick, translucent grool clung to the follicles of my tibia, using the angular side of my bone to really dig herself into, riding with intent. Climbing onto my leg, Emma suddenly put me in her mouth, sucking hard on my shaft, sending blood rushing into my glands. Her lips wrapped perfectly around my girth, swallowed halfway, just enough to show me a bit of tongue, before fully gagging like a whore as I proceeded to fuck her pretty face.

“ACKKKK..ACKKKK..ACKKKKK..UGHHHHHH..” She grunted, spitting all over my dick whilst slapping it on her reddened cheeks.

“Come inside my mouth baby..”

“Let me taste you.” She mumbled, gorging herself once more, her throat straining to keep me packed into her wet mouth.

“Mmmpphh..gluck..gluck..gluckk..gluckkk..”

Emma took me all the way, pinning my tip to the roof of her mouth whilst her tongue went into overdrive on the underside of my shaft, triggering the sloppiest of gag reflexes as I pumped her maw.

“This feels better than your pussy..” I taunted, waiting for the starlets signature glare only to feel a sharp bite come down on my prick.

“Fuckk..” I growled, quickly withdrawing from her mouth.

Stalking her way towards the bed, the tennis starlet slowly bent over the edge and looked back at me over her shoulder sliding two fingers into the cream filled depths of her rectum, giving herself a good stir.

“Nothing..feels better than my pussy.” Emma replied with confidence, using my cum as lubricant along her wanting pussy lips, an invitation that would not be turned down.

“We’ll see about that hotshot..”

“Now..”

“Ass up..face down.” I commanded, pressing her head down into the crisp white bed sheets.

Emma wasn’t wrong. There were few things better than the hug of her tight wet sex wrapped around my cock, fitting seamlessly together, as if her pussy was tailor made for me. The squelch of her folds moulding to my intruder never got old, piercing the very hole I was going to come in next.

“Ohhhh..Ohhhh..Ahhhhh..Yesss..”

“Yess..YESSSS..”

“Diceeee..fuckkk..”

“Use me..”

“Use my pussy baby..”

“Use itttt!” She cried, screaming into the sheets.

“Quit..quit your moving!” I growled, lifting my leg onto the bed to get a better angle, pounding her from behind.

Each thrust had follow through, tearing Emma’s pussy apart with the amount of duress she was under. My tip bounced off her cervix like a wrecking ball, going again and again until her insides were tenderised. I just wanted to come, and watch her face while I did it, flipping the brunette around mid squeal and pinning her shoulders back with a rough squeeze of her tits in my palms.

“Fuckk your dick feels so good!” 

“Fuck..Dice..Diceee.” She sighed, arching her back acutely.

I had hit the right spot inside her cunt, pushing deep into her womb bulging her flat, toned stomach.

“Shittt..baby, don’t stop.”

“Baby don't stoppp!” Emma screamed, placing her hands on my thighs and digging deep.

I was pulsing between her legs, on the brink if explosion, fucking her pussy with reckless abandon. Technique had long since flown out of the window. This was about getting my rocks off, and using Emma’s wet, grippy cunt to get there. 

Sensing my pending release the starlet craned her head upwards, catching a wad of spit for good measure that I sent hurtling into her mouth as I kneaded her smooth breasts. Erect and standing to attention, Emma’s nipples felt responsive under my thumbs, just like her pussy did under my body.

“Ohmigod..give it to me..”

“Give it to me..”

“Give it to me..”

“GIVE IT TO ME!” The brunette demanded, staring deep into my eyes.

“You like getting fucked like a whore Emma?!”

“I’m going to come in you like one too!” I snapped, burying my dick deep between her quivering folds before ejaculating all over her ripe, fertile womb, my seed sent splattering against the walls of her tender cervix.

“Ohhhh..Ohhhh..Ohhhhh..”

“I feel you..I feel you..”

“I feel all of you..”

“I feel all of you..” Emma gasped, fixated on my gaze as I squeezed her breasts one more time, leaving finger marks on her perfect bronze mounds.

I left myself inside her, moving lazily in a figure of eight to empty everything I had. Upon disengaging one of the nest parts was to follow, watching my thick load trickle out of her spent sex. Filled with my sperm, Emma gave herself a little stir before sucking on her fingers. We had christened the new place, the master bedroom to be exact, but there were many more flat surfaces to stress test in the house.

“I..bloody needed that!” Emma giggled, watching me as I checked my phone.

It was a message from Eileen of all people. She was still in the UK, spending most of her time with that professor from the States, our saviour come the night of the Church shooting. He was the one in the driver's seat, the one who got Emma to safety and for that I was eternally grateful. The drug game however, was not his scene, too clean in my eyes, perhaps that is what drew Eileen to him in the first place..he was normal..vanila..safe.

“Who is it?” Emma asked, crawling to me on all fours.

“Your gold medal friend.”

“Don’t you mean our friend?” The brunette corrected.

“Sure…”

“She sent a pic of this guy. Do you recognise him?” I smiled.

The man’s face was just like any run of the mill Joe Bloggs. A bit like the Professor, he could quite easily blend into a crowd of people if it not for the fact that this was Mateo, the customs officer that we blackmailed a while back at the airport. As if it were a twist of fate the gods looked down favorable today. Underneath the picture was a small caption, fittingly labelled New Chemist.

“Looks like we are back in business.”

“You see..Eileen can get the job done too.” Emma laughed.

“I didn’t say she couldn’t.”

“I just prefer it when things go smoothly..rather than her usual haphazard approach to things. I replied in turn.

“Well sometimes smooth doesn’t quite cut it Dice..you taught me that.”

“Sometimes we need to apply a bit of..pressure..” 

“Get a little rough.” She whispered in my ear.

“Another round Miss Raducanu?” I smirked at her.

“Championship Point.”

“Now let me ride your cock.” The brunette, smouldered, dripping from the cunt in my warm seed  as she sensually dropped herself on my lap.

“I want to take it Dice..”

“I want to take it all.” Emma sighed, looking down at me with driven confidence.

Her words were more than lustful but filled with fire and ambition. Despite where this whole situation left us, with this seemingly insurmountable mountain to climb, I knew in my bones..that we were back.

To be continued..

Chapter Text

The Following is Fan Fiction and should be taken as such. This story follows on from Emma Raducanu And Bianca Bustamante - The Fast Lane

For the first time in a while, Miss Gu had actually pulled something out of the bag. Harsh though I was on the Olympian, that fuck up at the airport which resulted in Emma and I getting ‘interrogated’ had somewhat stained my perception of her. A loose cannon, if not extremely talented in her sport and well connected. It paid dividends to have her around, or so Emma said, selling her friend’s usefulness to us like a car salesman trying to shift a dodgy car. There were just too many variables with Eileen, too many unknowns, driven by her curse to be noticed, to be applauded and appreciated. At times it made her reckless, taking her eye off the ball just at the crucial moment.

Today however, our little snow bunny had come through and all from that very fuck up at the airport. It had come to light that our family man turned rogue Mateo, the chief officer that interrogated us at customs had a special talent up his sleeve. Formerly working for a leading pharmaceutical company straight out of Uni, he climbed the ranks quickly but was fired for allegedly leaking trial medication drugs to the competition. I smelled a rat, but we needed a cook, someone we could keep on a short leash to get back on our feet and Mateo fit that bill..for now.

“Where we meeting the airport guy?” Emma asked, as we strolled through the back streets of Soho, circling towards the bright lights of the West End.

“Nearby..but it's not for a while yet. I thought we could burn some time watching a show in the meantime.” I smiled, slipping two tickets to the evening performance of Wicked in her jacket pocket.

“No..you didn’t!” The brunette beamed, curtailing her excitement in the middle of a bustling Carnaby street.

We were closing in on Christmas albeit only in the first week of November, with the yearly lights already being prepared, ready for the mad festive period. It was also Emma’s birthday in a couple of days, aptly reminded by Teardrop this morning, updating me on her South American stakeout.

“Early birthday present.” I replied in turn, playing the tickets down.

“You know what Dice?” Emma started.

“What..?”

“This whole macho facade may fool most..”

“But I know you’re a big old softie inside.” The brunette smiled, kissing me swiftly on the cheek.

“Thank you..”

“Watching those musicals in my hospital bed was the only thing that kept me going at times!” She sighed.

“The, only thing?” I scoffed.

“Are you referring to eating me out underneath my gown that one time after visiting hours?” 

“That was..stimulating.” Emma whispered in my ear, waving the tickets in my face, leading us back to the tube station.

*****

“The next stop is Victoria. The doors will be opening on the left hand side. Please, mind the gap”

It had been a while since I had seen Emma smile like this, clutching my arm as we weaved through traffic on the platform towards the exit. Although the fragments of metal had been extracted from her shoulder, it took a piece of her with it. Sometimes I saw myself in her, the rage, the anger, just wrapped up in prettier packaging complete with an angel face.

“Eileen coming tonight?” 

“No..she can’t, probably related to that Professor.” I replied skeptically.

“You know if this thing pulls through. I think you may owe her..”

“I owe nobody..” I interrupted, slightly irritated she was continuing this marketing campaign for her friend to push the Olympian back into my good graces.

“No..need to snap Dice..”

“I was just saying..” Emma paused, her smile rapidly fading.

“Well..Happy early Birthday and all that..” I tutted, rolling my eyes.

“I think..I can find my own way to my seat.” The brunette scowled, discarding my ticket on the floor before walking away.

“Fuck it..” I whispered underneath my breath, snatching the piece of paper off of the floor.

“They always come back mate..”

“Ohhh..but by the looks of your Missus, she’s not too bad to look at walking away either..ey..?” A man spoke beside me.

His accent was Northern, subtle, but there, probably from Manchester by the sounds of it, a carbon copy of Jamie Tart. The beard completed the Oasis look, finishing off that grating chavy bravado he had going. I ignored his comment and went straight to the bar, ordering the strongest drink they had before knocking it back with a flick of my wrist, then ordering another. This was typical, mixing business with pleasure used to be a cardinal sin in my eyes, the old me, and yet here I stood feeling angry because she was angry.

“Sir, the show is about to start. Could you take your seat please?” One of the ushers beckoned me.

Escorted to my seat in sync with the booming orchestral highs, I took my place beside a clenched jaw Emma, hands crossed, eyes set dead ahead on the stage, refusing to acknowledge my being there. I could deal with bullets, fist fights and stab wounds, but a raging girlfriend, if we were to put a label on us, was out of my comfort zone.

“Got you a drink.” I offered.

“No you didn’t. You got yourself one.” Emma shrugged, peering at my old fashion, my signature go to beverage.

Turning my attention towards the stage to avoid any further conflict, her hand shot out less than a minute later to grab my drink and neck it down even quicker. Tears formed in her eyes, followed by a strained cough due to the alcohol content.

“You’re a fucking prick, Dice.” She said through the corner of her mouth

“Yeah..well.” I shrugged with a slight smirk.

Emma took the bait, resting her head on my arm for the rest of the performance, mired only by the consistent chatter from the Jamie Tart wannabe and his other half behind us. Not a cultured man by any means, I did however have the place of mind, much like all the paying audience to respect the performance. Feet extended on numerous occasions, kicking the back of my seat and Emma’s, nearly prompting the tennis star to turn around and scold the two but we held firm. Scrunching crisp packets and irrelevant comments were spouted by the couple, topped off by that ear grating twang of an accent which seemed to get stronger the longer the show went on.

“The two behind us are pissing me off.” Emma grumbled at the intermission.

“Wait here.” I replied, noticing the couple leave to go to the bar.

The blonde WAG of a woman in a dress two sizes too small and tits too large to be real, dragged her slapper self towards the booze whilst our Jamie retired to the bathroom. The restroom was too busy for him to even notice me standing in line behind him for one of the cubicles as the rest of the theatre goers shuffled forwards.

“Ten minutes till the show starts”. The intercom blared, prompting most to do their business and leave.

Turning on my heels I went to wash my hands, taking my time whilst Jamie did his business. It was just the two of us now, with everyone else retiring to their seats.

“Oh here he is. Mr. Dog house himself.” The man said, smiling as he zipped himself up and wiped the white powder from underneath his nose.

Again I didn’t answer, continuing to wash my hands whilst maintaining eye contact.

“What? You too good to talk to us folk from up North, you posh twat!” He puffed his chest.

I had initially planned to rough him up a little, but his tone was changing my mind. 

“Can’t hear ya mate, what's that you say?” He continued as he squared up to me.

Drying my hands on the damp towel rack I finally turned to face him. He was quite built to be fair, with that chunky rugby frame to him, little did he know he wasn’t going to be living in it much longer. 

My apparent silence only exacerbated the problem, watching his sweaty, coked up face turn red to purple with rage.

“C’mon then chatterbox. Or are ya afraid of crawling back to your little Asian tart over there all smashed up and fucked to shit? Yeah..me Missus and I recognised her. She’s that posh little bird that won a tennis title a few years back but can’t seem to buy a fuckin win now..OOOOHHPHHHH” The man huffed, taken aback.

I had interrupted his cocaine rant with a two inch blade, slipped just between his third and fourth rib. A slight twist then a slash with a flick if my wrist punctured his left lung leading to internal bleeding as I bundled us into an unlocked supply cupboard, just to the side of the end cubicle. 

“You talk too much..mate.”

“But don’t worry. I’ll let your bird know you won’t be making it to dinner.” I winked, watching life slowly flicker away.

Warm crimson trickled down my fingertips, warm, comforting execution, grating blade across the smooth surface of his exposed rib. Within a minute he was no more, moved onto pastures new, hiding his lifeless body underneath spare toilet rolls like a piece of shit I retrieved my blade and cleaned up in the mirror with a minute to spare. 

“Hey..where have you been? It's starting already..” Emma frowned, laying her head on my arm again as the show commenced.

It was safe to say the rest of the play was more enjoyable without interruption, with the WAG behind us soo  leaving halfway through in lieu of her powder puff boyfriend. That golden smile returned to Emma, remaining all the way until up to our walk towards the meeting with Mateo where she gradually put together her game face.

“You had specks of blood on your hands when you came back from the intermission.” The brunette spoke suddenly, taking a right into a dingy alleyway in the middle of Soho.

Even the bright neon lights couldn’t illuminate this part of London, hidden beneath the fancy exterior lay a dark underbelly where people like me did their work.

“You noticed that huh.” I replied, impressed by her observational skills.

“I cut my hand on a sharp object.” I followed up, waiting to see if she pressed further.

“Quit the bullshit. We are partners, Dice. Tell me what happened.” She pushed, her voice stern, doing a lot for me, not that it took much to trigger my attraction to her.

“The bloke behind us.”

“That annoying prick who kept kicking our chair? What..about him?” Emma lowered her voice.

Reaching into my jacket pocket to retrieve the claret flick knife I pressed the tiny clasp to eject the blade, its sharp edges catching the light.

“You..killed..him?” She whispered, stepping closer to touch my blade.

“I took care of him.” I replied in turn, handing her the knife.

Emma seemed enamoured by it, rotating it in her hand much like a tennis racquet, moving it this way and that.

“What is it with you and violence lately?” I asked.

“You mean..apart from my boyfriend being a drug kingpin killer?” The brunette mocked.

Her face soured, clenching that perfect jaw of hers once more, darkening in the eyes.

“They took everything from me, Dice. My career, my future. They took from us.” Emma gripped the blade tightly.

“They will get theirs..I promise.”

“Until then..you keep that. Just don’t accidentally stab yourself with it.” I sighed.

Emma smiled at me, kissing my lips and pocketing the knife.

“Did you..stick him good?” She asked in a whisper.

“As good as I stick it to you..between these legs.” I snapped, cupping her sex in my palm and giving her a good squeeze.

“Ahhhh..fuck..”

“I love how you stab my pussy with your dick..Dice” 

“Ughh..it makes me..makes me so horny..” 

“So wet..so damp.” She cooed at my touch, giving me her tongue to suck.

“You know..this meeting with Mateo. I don’t think money will be his primary motivation.” I replied, sliding my hand into her jeans, feeling the warmth of her burning mound.

“I..I..know the score..”

“Know how to manipulate men.” She grinned, raising her eyebrows.

“I’ll be a whore for you tonight..”

“I’ll be a whore for you any night you want..just fucking go down on me right now.”

“Shit..yes..eat my pussy baby..” She pleaded, bundling me to my knees and shoving her pussy lips on my mouth as I gorged her thick womanly juices, drinking directly from source.

“Ohhh fuck..”

“Ohhh..shit..”

“I’m so wet for you Dice..”

“My pussy’s so wet for you..yesss..lick me right there..”

“Lick me right there babe..right on my fucking clit.”

“Finger me..finger me..”

“Finger me..fuckkkk..finger meee..” Emma moaned, curling her feet up off the floor as I raised her up on my shoulders, eating her out against the wall.

I basically had her in the powerbomb position, writhing ecstatically in my grasp, her cunt muscles contracting around my lips as I used both hands to pry her pussy open to tongue fuck her in to ecstasy.

“Omigod..I’m gonna come..”

“Fuck Dice..I’m gonna comeee.” She squealed, releasing a web of warm, translucent nectar all over my face as I velvatised her womanly juices, frothing her with my tongue.

“Shit..shit..fuckk..AHHHH..” Emma moaned, coming hard on my mouth, till open wide accepting the gift of her girly cum.

Lowering the brunette to the floor mid orgasm was harder than getting her up there in the first place, writhing around like a little fuckdoll as I swiftly spun her around. She had her hands on the wall, pressed into the brick, eyes a little hazy but determined nevertheless.

“Stick it inside me Dice..”

“Stick that hard fucking dick inside me and take me from behind.” She spoke over her shoulder, demanding a rough shag in the middle of this dark alleyway we stood in.

Her hands tore at my belt, which I unbuckled in an instant, clawing at her jeans to yank them down before ramming my cock at full force up her clammy little slit. 

“Ughhhh..ohhh..fuckkk..”

“Ohhh..shittt..”

“That’s it..”

“Ughhh..that's the way..”

“Ohhhhh..rag that pussy Dice..”

“Rag my Asian pussy baby..UGHHHH” Emma cried, creaming around my cock.

Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I yanked the brunette towards me, arching her back whilst my other hand spanked her bare naked rump. My balls slapped against her labia, shaft splitting her pussy open, sawing through with slick precision and drilling seamlessly into Emma’s ripe, hungry sex, needing to be fed, to be stuffed, craving for my cock. Her body was screaming for a hard fuck tonight, demanding a deep, thorough dicking and she was going to receive it.

“Asian..what?”

“Ohh Mateo will love that filth!” I smirked.

“Yeah? You think he will like a little raceplay?” Emma grinned.

“Fuck yes..”

“Now freaking spread those legs and let me prep your wet little pussy.”

“Let me prime that tight Asian cunt Emma!” I bellowed, roaming my hands all over her tits and pinching down on her nipples.

“Fuckkk just dump your load in me!!”

“Dump your load in me now Dice!!”

“Dump your load in your whore!!”

“Bend me over and dump it in..”

“Ughhhh..as deep as you can..” 

“Deep in my Asian cunt!!” She howled, reaching down to her toes as I pounded the living shit out of her slick, tight cunt, smashing her cervix with my tip till her knees gave way.

“Oh no you don’t..”

“On your feet soldier..”

“On your feet!” I scolded her, supporting the brunette's weight in both hands fucking her like a ragdoll.

“DICE..BABY..DICE..BABY..”

“BABY..BABY..DICE..DICE!!” Emma screamed with need, coming once more on my cock and the rough vaginal penetration as I shoved my prick as deep as possible and injected her pussy full of thick, creamy semen.

Sperm leaked from her swollen slit like a river of seed, our juices coalescing, forming a bonded fluid part her, part me, grinding effortlessly together, riding our orgasms out.

“Shit..”

“You..you fuck me in the best places..” Emma broke out into giggles after pulling her jeans up.

“Yeah..well. Happy birthday.” I replied in jest.

“Heck no. You can’t pull a fast one on me. I want cake..the whole nine yards on the 13th.” She mused.

Cupping her face in my hands, the sweat from our session was smeared all over her skin. I could smell myself on her and vice versa.

“Are you ready to go get our chemist?”

“I was born ready.” Emma replied, her eyes focused and match fit.

To be continued..

Chapter Text

The Following is Fan Fiction and should be taken as such. This story follows on from Emma Raducanu And Bianca Bustamante - The Fast Lane

The night was crisp, cold and snappy, covering the fifteen minute walk from Liverpool Street Station. The meeting was a stone's throw from Shoreditch Boxpark. We passed a pub called Dirty Dicks which always made me smirk, a joke Emma missed out on, still on her hazy come down from our travels. We had continued our antics on the way here, with my fingers lodged securely between the athlete’s legs, playing with her slick folds and rubbing her clit. I was nestled deep inside her cunt, reading the walls of her pussy like a cartographer mapping out the depths of her tender womb, teasing and fingering the brunette for the entirety of our journey until her legs had grown weary and breath to match.

“Dice..gimme a minute..just a second.” She huffed as we reached the crossing before the meet.

“Aren’t you meant to be an athlete?” I teased.

“Well..not anymore.” Emma shrugged with a tone that straddled the thin line of sarcasm perfectly.

A towering shady figure loitered underneath the arch, hood up face down. He looked at us once, then twice on approach, giving away his identity with his wide grin and broad shoulders. 

“Jimmy..as I live and breathe.” I called out, greeting our old associate.

Still in professional basketball, he was once our route into the NBA and the bigwigs before it all came tumbling down. This was still an avenue I saw us going down once we were back on our feet and had our head in the game, but for now, for now we had to play this thing smart. This was guerilla warfare.

“Bossman, tennis girl. It’s good to see you two walking around.” He smiled, shaking my hand and pecking Emma on the cheek.

“Who are you calling tennis girl?” Emma joked, punching him in the arm.

“No Eileen I see?” I raised my eyebrows.

“Sorry..second best I know, you got me instead.” Jimmy chuckled, holding his hands up.

“Aww..don’t say that. You have your redeeming qualities.” Emma winked at him.

“Still the wildcat I see?”

“Don’t you know it!” The brunette smiled, squeezing my hand tight.

“Well, maybe we can all..get together later. But for now, for now our boy is inside.”

“Just a quick note, he may be a little banged up since last you saw him. The man has lost a lot..just so you’re aware.” Jimmy added

“Haven't we all?” I grumbled, rubbing my chin.

****

The abandoned warehouse was larger than I remembered. Perhaps it was the red lighting that cast a crimson hue on everything, creating dark shadows in the far away corners. There in the middle of the space stood a man, or should I say stooped. With one leg in a cast, there was a wheelchair beside him, leaning on a single crutch for support whilst the other hand worked on a couple of samples he had lined up in a row.

“Mateo. They are here.” Jimmy barked loudly, his voice echoing through the cavernous interior.

The man turned too fast for his supporting arm to keep up, swaying perilously in situ as that familiar lost dog face came into view. He still looked as clueless as he did before which made this play even more genius if it was to come off. 

“Hey..hey..” He mumbled, fixing his glasses as we approached.

“We meet again.” I nodded, eager to see his pitch.

“Yes.” He smiled awkwardly.

“Miss..Emma..” Mateo acknowledged, trying his best not to blush.

“Evening stranger.” Emma winked, drawing a smile out of his awkwardness.

“Let's cut to the chase and get down to business.”

“So..I take it Eileen has filled you in. We are in need of a chemist to..formulate our product. I see you have already taken note of our little crib sheet.” 

“Yeah..but crucially. Whoever was the person that cooked this up, left out a few key steps.” Mateo answered.

His eyes lit up like a child at Christmas, stirring things up and switching numerous vials.

“You see..they didn’t want to leave their recipe out there to copy so naturally they left out a few important factors.”

“This batch was brought in from France..this one more local, from Central. What do you see?” Mateo prompted, lining them up right next to each other.

Peering closely at the glass you could tell the slight colour variation between the two. He then put one Eileen must have given him and the difference was clear. 

“The first two are from the same supplier, but vary in efficacy compared to the OG.” Mateo pointed out.

“It suggests that whoever they have cooking this shit has not figured out the missing pieces.” He followed up with a smug look on his face.

“Yes..the original Chemist that formulated our mist has sadly moved on.”

“Caught in the crossfire at the church.” I replied, eying Mateo closely.

He then pushed a fourth vial onto the table, this time, its colour identical to the third.

“Here’s my take.” Mateo nodded.

“Shoot..that looks..exactly the same.”

“And the transparent version?” Emma chimed in.

“I have that too.” Mateo replied confidently, producing another vial of the stuff.

“My batch is more potent..it lasts longer.” He added, looking directly at the tennis star.

“Are you..flirting with me?” Emma smiled, picking the fourth vial up and inhaling it with a single breath.

She puffed it in my face, tilting her head to initiate a kiss, she proceeded to breathe the drug into my mouth, exchanging saliva in the process as the chemicals started its rapid stimulation. I felt my senses heightened, eyes wide open and alert, heart rate increased to near maximum taking the hit like a jackhammer to the chest. Mateo was right, this was better..much better, drawing in the last few wisps of mist whilst tasting the sweet brand of Emma’s spit, drooling onto my tongue.

“It’s good..”

“Very good.” I nodded in agreement.

“Emma?”

“Deffo..hits the spot.” The brunette smiled, biting her lip suggestively.

Mateo wobbled on his crutches at the attention, providing an opening.

“Work for me and you will never have to worry about money again.” I said.

“For you? I was under the impression that this would be a partnership. Besides..I think..I think it would take more than just money to get me on board.” He cleared his throat, glancing at Emma’s athletic physique.

Jimmy tutted behind me, shaking his head in disappointment.

“So close my guy..you just had to go there..” He semi scoffed.

I remained level headed, again, choosing silence to speak for me before Emma jumped into the ring.

“Is it..me that you want?”

“This?” She spoke quietly but confident, peeling off the straps of her top.

Mateo gulped, falling back into his wheelchair as Emma stalked him like a cat preying on an unwitting canary. Something shiny caught the red light however, distracting from her pert little tits that both Jimmy and I had our eyes on. The flick knife was in her hands, unsheathed and armed, its pointy end directed squarely at the prospective chemist, dragged menacingly along the small of his nape.

“Make no mistake..this arrangement is no partnership, nor am I just a pretty face to be bargained for, little man.”

“You will say yes..followed by thank you..”

“And if you're lucky..” Emma paused, whispering the rest into his ear as she manually cut his pants with the knife all the way through to his boxers, unveiling his hardened wood.

“Yes..Miss Emma..”

“Thank you Miss Emma”

“I agree..” Mateo nodded in my direction, unable to hold his list for the brunette back any longer.

“That’s good to hear..”

“Now tell me..how's the family?” I smiled sinisterly, firing off a warning shot.

It was an immediate mood killer, putting him back into a panic mode as I stepped behind Emma who had now dropped her jeans and panties, proceeding to massage her breasts in front of him.

“Remember you place Mateo.”

“We can do great things together..you..me..Emma.” I paused, slipping two fingers between her folds and gently pleasuring her sex.

“Ahem..” Jimmy coughed, letting us know he was still with us.

“Can I?” Emma asked, her eyes pleading with desire.

“You want this..right now?” I whispered in her ear, tracing the length of her shimmering slit with my thumb.

“Yes..I do..”

“All three of you.” She gasped, reaching for another vial of mist on the table and taking a hit all to herself.

“Finger me baby..”

“Just like on the train..just like that..”

“Ughhh..prime my pussy for what's to come..” She mewed, spreading her legs and baring all for the boys, exposing her pink cunt to the room.

“Mmm..for all the cock you’re about to take?”

“In your pussy..your mouth..your arse..” I teased, grabbing a handful of her rump and before slapping it firmly.

Emma’s flesh jiggled in the light, now a cool white simce Jimmy had switched the light source to get a better view of the sex show unfolding in front of him.

“I want you boys to come everywhere..”

“Ughh..in me..on me..it doesn’t matter..”

“Just give me what I need.” She begged, mouth open, moaning into the night.

“Hey NBA, you want in on this?” I called out, beckoning Jimmy into the fold.

“Yes..fucking Sir!” He replied confidently, already naked from the waist down.

“Mmm..Mr J.”

“I’ve missed your big..hard..fucking black cock.” Emma cooed seductively.

“Well, I guess it’s your lucky night.”

“I’m gonna stick it in all your holes tonight baby girl.” He winked, sliding his thick chocolate meat between the gap in her thighs and sawing back and forth as I moved to the starlet’s rosebud, fingering her arse.

“Ohhh..fuck..”

“Spit in it..”

“Spit in my ass.” She mumbled, locking lips with Jimmy, gliding his cock along her creamy labia.

“That’s my dirty girl..”

“My filthy whore.” I whispered in her ear, aggressively squeezing her tits as I sent a gob of thick, stringy saliva straight into the depths of her anus, spanking her peachy rump three more times.

“TWACK..TWACKK..TWACKKKK..”

“UGHHHH..fuckkk..”

“I need it..”

“I need a cock inside me..now!!” The brunette demanded, panting wildly as Jimmy fucked her thigh gap relentlessly, rubbing her clit till she screamed bloody murder.

“Plll..Pll..Pleaseeee.” She screamed, coming like a rocket sandwich between the two of us.

Mateo sat helplessly in his chair, one hand gripped on his turgid member, the other on the wheel of his seat, not knowing whether he was coming or going. That little ploy to impose a slither of power was cute, if not completely and utterly futile. He was a listener..a follower..not a person to call the shots, something Emma so cruelly reminded him of with a mere flash of her breasts and whisper of words.

“You want cock Emma?”

“Do you really want it? Hmmm?” I growled, grabbing a fistful of her shiny brown locks and pushing her down to her knees.

“Mmm..yes..”

“I want it in my mouth..”

“I want a big hard dick in my mouth..” She gasped, flashing Mateo her smokey brown eyes.

“You heard her..”

“Grant her wish..”

“Feed her your cock!” I instructed, leading Emma on her knees towards Mateo’s lap where I forced her face down on his shaft, making her suck him aggressively.

“ACKKKK..ACKKKK..ACKKKK..ACKKKK.”

“AGHHHH..AGHHHH..GLUCK..GLUCKKK..GLUCKKK..GLUCKKK” She gagged, spitting and sputtering all over Mateo’s straining cock.

“Ahhhh..yessss..”

“Fuckkkk..yesss..”

“Miss Emma..Miss Emma..”

“Suckkk..Suckkkk..Suckkk Meee..”

“Suck my dick..Suck my dick..SUCK MY DICKKK!” Our chemist gasped, cupping her face and thrusting as much as his mobility allowed, brushing the brunette's teeth with his meat.

“That’s it..that’s a good girl..”

“That’s my whore..”

“Such a team player..”

“Milk his dick now..”

“No hands Emma..just your mouth.”

“Let him use your face like a fleshlight..”

“Let him use that tight wet throat like a pussy..” I groaned, moving behind her and shoving my dick up her ripe, fertile cunt, pushing her lips further down on Mateo’s rod, gagging the starlet hard.

“ECH..ECHH..ACKKKKK..” Emma choked, coughing and gasping for air, all the while wearing the dirtiest smile on her face.

“Ohhh fuckkk..yess..”

“Roast me..”

“Roast me boys..”

“Roast me on your hard fucking cocks..” She whined as I proceeded to bang her sweet pussy from behind, stuffing her precious cunt full of my meat as my tip smashed off the base of her womb, vibrating the walls of her cervix.

“Little Miss Emma..”

“If only the world could see who you really are..”

“My fucking fearless queen..”

“My insatiable..fucking whore.”

“Are you a whore for me Emma?” 

“My dirty fucking whore?” I grimaced, ragging her cunt on repeat, feeling her slick walls pulse around my girth, ready to come.

“Ughhh..Yesss..”

“Mmmmm..yessss..

“Gluck..Gluck..Gluck..Gluckkk..”

“I’m your whore baby..your filthy fucking whore Dice..”

“Fuck..fuck I’m coming..”

“Mmm..Mmmm..Ahhhhh” She groaned in desperation, reaching her climax and coming on my cock as Mateo sprayed his thick milky load all over her pretty face, tagging her pert little tits in the process.

“Miss..Miss..Emmaaaa..” Mateo sighed, continuing to ejaculate on his lap, prompting me to ease her between his legs to lick up the mess she failed to catch.

Protruding from her jeans I caught sight of something long and narrow. Its bristles looked familiar and so did its colour, my missing toothbrush hiding securely in her discarded denim pocket.

“Really?” I smirked.

“What? It’s my keepsake. Reminds me of the time you cleaned me out.”

“I also use it for a quick playtime when nobody's looking.” She winked, standing up to her knees and looking around for her next victim.

Towering at 6’7 the basketball player towered over the brunette. His thick anaconda like weapon of mass destruction sparking interest in Emma’s eyes as she rubbed Mateo’s cum into her skin, using it as lubricant for her perky tits.

We were playing musical chairs, without the music, shuffling around one with our new chemist taking a breather, I now occupied the role of primary throat fucker, my cock still gleaming in the brunette’s thick, womanly grool.

“Mr J.”

“It’s been a while.” Emma smiled, turning her face to look at the chiselled athlete.

“Sure has..little Miss.”

“Now tell me..how much do you want this black cock?” He leant over her, swiping his bulbous tip along the length of her slit.

“Ohhhh..so..soooo..fucking much you don’t even know..” She cooed, bending down to kiss my tip.

“Try me..”

“Tell me how much you want my big black cock Emma.” Jimmy demanded, spearing his tip past her outer folds as I felt her jaw lock and come down on my shaft.

“Mmmphhh..” 

“Ughhh..I want it bad..Mr J..”

“I want that big hard fucking bull cock inside me so baddd..”

“Mmmm..please Mr.J..”

“Stick that black dick inside my tight Asian pussy..”

“Fuckkk..me with your big black cock..pleaseee..” Emma pleaded as both Jimmy and I thrusted into her at the same time, skewering her on our cocks, one at either end, stuffing her body full of hard, fucking meat.

“That’s it!”

“That’s right! Take it Emma..take it!”

“Take it girl!!”

“Take that big black dick baby..”

“You got it..you got it Champ..”

“Feel that thick chocolate meat inside your pussy.”

“Feel me banging on your tight Asian womb..”

“Fuckkk..take it well done..take that dick, fucking well done!” He growled, using Emma’s sopping wet hole as a means to get off.

“Pleaseee..Ughhhhh..”

“Ohhhhh..fuckinggg pleaseee..”

“Mmm..don’t stop..don’t stop fucking me..”

“Don’t stop fucking me with that big black dick..”

“Fuckkkkk…Ohhhhh” Emma moaned, taking a breather from fucking my shaft as I looked down at the starlet and slapped her in the face with my hard cock.

“Aghhh..yes..”

“Spit..Ughhhh..spit on my face baby..”

“Right..Aghhhh..Righttt..hereee.” She gasped, beaming up at me with pretty brown eyes.

Cupping her face in my hands I took aim, gathering the saliva in the back of my throat before letting loose.

“HAWK TUAHHH!”  I gobbed on her cheeks, tagging her forehead and nose while I was at it, using my dick as a wiper to spread it all over her pretty face.

“You are suck a dirty girl Emma..” 

“Such a dirty girl..” I said under my breath, sliding my cock back into the back of her throat, occupying her moist, slippery mouth hole.

“Mmm..Mmmm..ACKKKK..ACCKKK..ACKKKKK..ACKK” Her throat strained, eyes streaming with tears, getting bombarded from both sides, grating her teeth down the to the base of my prick, feeding on me, devouring me.

Meanwhile, Jimmy had pushed into overdrive, looking to seal the deal right now. His hands tore at her flesh, locked in like a vice, eyes determined and stone cold, intent on deepening his already ravaging thrusts.

“Aghhhh..yesss..”

“Yessss Emma..that's right!”

“I’m gonna fuck you raw baby. I’m gonna fuck this pussy raw girl!” Jimmy bellowed, pounding the brunette within an inch of her life as her mouth went limp, her lips loose around my prick, fucked into a lust fuelled trance, letting is use her sexy body for our filthiest desires.

“Aghhh..Aghhh..Aghhhh..Aghhh..”

“Mmmm..Mmmm..Mmmm..Mmmphhh”

“Slam it in my pussy..slam your big fucking cock in my filthy whore pussy!” Emma wailed, gagging on my shaft as I attacked her tonsils, slapping my balls against her chin and holding her in position, using her throat like an impromptu glory hole.

“I’m gonna give you my bull seed girl!”

“Pump this tight little Asian pussy full of my black bull seed!” Jimmy howled, reaching between her legs to claw at her clit, all the while pounding Emma into submission, choking her on my dick on the other side.

“Mmaaghhh..fuckkkk..”

“Yessss..Mmmm..come inside me..”

“Give me that bull seed..”

“AGHHHHH..GIVE ME THAT BULL SEED MR J!!!” Emma shrieked, tensing between the two of us as she locked her precious lips around my cock and proceeded to come, fluttering her eyes and rolling them back in euphoric release.

“TAKE..THAT..FUCKING..LOAD!!” Jimmy roared, hosing her internally with his thick creamy load and pumping her tight, twitching pussy with his sperm, giving her his seed.

I followed hot on their tails, cupping Emma’s face and bulging her cheeks a few times with my tip before sliding my cock all the way to the back of her throat, using her tongue to ride out my orgasm before spraying my warm, salty semen all over her tonsils, orally flooding the brunette with my milk.

“Holy shit..”

“Omigod..timeout..timeout guys..”

“Timeout..” Emma painted, gasping for air.

Collapsing onto the floor, the three of us surrounded her like a pride of lions, waiting for her to come around before devouring her again. Seed leaked from her cunt and mouth, dripping down her lips and chin as she struggled to keep her fluids down. Closing her eyes, it was as if she was imagining serving for the Championship, taking a slow deep breath before taking on the final stretch.

“Can you take more?” I asked testingly.

“What do you think?” Emma replied with fire.

“Just checking..”

“But before we get to that, I suggest you clean all that mess you've made on the floor.” I replied.

“Close your eyes and pretend it’s all mine.” 

“Don’t waste a single drop.” I whispered in her ear, watching the brunette sweep the floor with her tongue and fingers.

“So..we rock paper scissors for who goes where next?” Jimmy imterfected, adding a dash of sense of humour to proceedings as the three of us gradually gathered our strength to go another round.

“I..I want her mouth again..” Mateo blurted out, fixated on Emma’s lips, smeared in jism and spunk.

“Ass..” Jimmy stuck up his hand.

“That leaves me with her pussy.” I smirked, tilting Emma’s face up to check she had cleaned everything up.

“Ride me.”

“Sink your cunt down on my lap and ride me.”

“Fuck that whore pussy on my cock Emma” I instructed, laying down on the freshly cleaned floor.

“I was waiting for you to ask me that.” Emma purred, spitting in her hand and jerking me slowly.

It didn’t take long to get me ready, milking my dick in her fist before finishing me off with her pussy to get me rock hard between her folds, sliding right down to the hilt.

“Ohhhh..Ohhhhhh..”

“Godddd..Mmmmphhhh” She grunted, stifled my Mateo’s cock shoved unceremoniously into her mouth as Jimmy did the same with her ass.

Arching her back and riding me tall, Emma tilted her face back to allow Mateo to fuck it, balancing her weight on her hands, roaming my chest frantically whilst her other two holes were pillaged and stretched. 

“Keep it tight Emma..”

“Keep that body tight now.” I moaned, wrapping my hands around her throat, feeling Mateo filling it with his meat as I applied a bit of pressure, choking her from the outside whilst her oral cavity was filled from the inside.

“Mmmphh..Mmmmphhh..Aghhhh..” Emma started to cough, spit flying from her left nostril, her body being absolutely used and destroyed.

“Christttt..your ass is so fucking tight..I can barely fit my cock inside..” Jimmy grimaced, forcing his way into her shitter, raiding her bowels.

The sheer amount of dick she was taking had Emma in delirium, fucked into a coma, her body losing the fight, and going limp as the three of us drilled into submission.

“Slap her face with your cock.” I groaned, watching as Mateo wake her up with two firm strikes with his spit covered shaft across the cheeks.

“Twack..Twack..”

“Shittt..you..you..fuckers..” Emma panted, coming around.

“We..are going to..pump..pump you at the same time..” I sighed exasperated.

Emma nodded, putting her mouth back on Mateo’s dick as I gripped her hips and fucked her cunt with upward strokes of my throbbing prick. Jimmy did the same, pleasuring her anally from behind. Barely an inch separated her pussy and ass, both being ravaged simultaneously with one withdrawing, triggering the other to thrust, maintaining balance as we prepared to fuck her to orgasm.

“That’s it Emma..come..”

“Come on that dick.”

“Use it..fucking use it.” I snapped, rubbing tirelessly around her clitoris, brushing my tip against her heavenly g spot, triggering a sharp clench of the brunette's pussy folds.

I could feel every inch of her slick, moist sex, squelching against my shaft, milking me with her cunt. Each thrust rubbed me aggressively against her cervix, smearing my pre cum on her walls, branding her with my seed.

“AHHHH..AHHHHH..AGHHHHH..UGHHHH..”

“Comeeee..Comeee..Comingggg..”

“Guys I’m coming..don’t stopppp..”

“Dicee..Diceeee..Mmmphhhh..DICEEEE!” Emma wailed, arching her back in a cresmet shape as all four of us came one after the other, with the starlet leading the way.

“Fuck..Ughhhh..UGHHHHH” 

“Yess..Yesss..AGRRR..YESSS!” Jimmy grunted, spilling his load into her bowels, spanking her ass whilst he pumped her from behind.

“Miss..Miss..Emma..”

“Ohhhh..Misssss Emma..” Mateo sighed, this time spurting his milk down her throat, with Emma’s hungry lips hoovering every drop of semen to pulsing out of his sack.

I was the last to go, cupping her face as she swirled a mouthful of cum in her mouth, letting it trickle over her lips whilst she gazed into my eyes, grinding her pussy on throbbing dick.

“Look at me..”

“Emma look at me as I come inside you..”

“Look at me as I claim your tight Asian pussy..” I demanded, spitting on her face and smearing my saliva into her reddened cheeks.

“This is mine..all mine.” I grimaced, slipping my thumb into her mouth to suck.

She looked at me with sheer want and desire, vying to owned, to be used, humping my dick with wanting desperation. I wanted to seed her so deep, so badly but more importantly stamp my authority with my load, make it known to her that she belonged to me. It was an act I knew she got off on, we both did. The fact that she carried around that toothbrush was proof of that. Emma liked to own things, to dominate and also be dominated. Her pussy felt so right, so wet and moist on my cock I could barely hold on anymore. Each thrust filling her creamy chamber dug out the previous load Jimmy had left and replaced it with mine. I was about to flash flood her cunt with my seed, slamming my dick tirelessly up into her begging sex like a battering ram, smashing against Emma’s tender cervix with intent to give maximum pleasure for both of us.

“This is me marking my territory.” I whispered in her ear, pushing my warm, pulsing seed deep into her pussy, flooding her womb and claiming her cunt.

“Ohhhhh fuckkkk..”

“I’m yours..”

“Ughhhh I’m yours baby..”

“All yours..forever” Emma cooed, legs spread milking my dick to completion with her tight, velvety pussy, rocking on my lap till she had drained me dry.

“I fucking love you..” She whispered in my ear.

To be continued..

Chapter Text

The Following is Fan Fiction and should be taken as such. This story follows on from Emma Raducanu And Bianca Bustamante - The Fast Lane

Mateo proved his worth over the coming days. Essentially a one man team, he worked around the clock to cook a small number of batches ready for the next phase. We couldn’t challenge the White Wolf head on, we were too weak for that, barely even a start up. No, I wanted to stir things up a little, get the people talking, move in the shadows to undermine him. The distraction would allow us to disrupt his operation in the Americas, which by the looks of it had a major quality control issue. His product was a pale imitation of the real thing, a knock off substitute.

This was not a takeover, not yet. I wanted him and his son to feel the heat gradually being dialled up. I wanted to make them feel isolated..desperate..hopeless. Give nothing but take everything, it was a line I repeated to the guys on repeat, a mantra to live by, to take us back to the top. 

****

Suiting up in the walk-in wardrobe of our new place opposite Regent’s Park, I dealt a pair of eyes on my back. Emma had been restless of late. Unable to train, or do much of anything whilst still in recovery, she filled her time up with movies and sex, the latter of which I was more than willing to give her. Tonight however was strictly business. Eileen had come good again, so much so it was becoming a habit of hers. She had found a lead on George and his whereabouts, giving me the name of a posh club in Central as a meet up point, this time the Olympian would be in attendance.

“So I’ve been thinking..about what we talked about this morning. I know you said I should sit back on this one..but what if you need me. Like what if he’s there?” Emma spoke from the bedroom.

“When you’re 100%..maybe.” I replied, short and to the point.

“I don’t understand..I came with you when we met Mateo. Actually I think I did quite well in getting him on side, there. What if you need my help again?” She persisted.

“This..is different. We were there for a chemist and we had numbers. It's just a precaution..while you recover..” I pushed back.

“That’s fucking bullshit..Eileen is going to be there..and..” 

“This is not..up for discussion.” I scolded the brunette, stood silent, like a statue, clutching her crutches.

It was easy to forget that Emma was just in her twenties. She was fearless for the most part, resolute and defiant, but today, right now, all I saw was vulnerability, something I could not risk on the field. She wanted this too much, a feeling I knew all too well. But it could easily lead to carelessness and even worse..it could get her killed.

“If..you take me with you..I can make it worth your while?” Emma lowered her tone, throwing everything but the kitchen sink to try and change my mind.

“Put your bandage back on. I will see you tonight.” I sighed.

Dropping her crutches, the pouting starlet limped over to the dresser and began wrapping her wrist, eying me petulantly as the bandages encircled her hand.

“No..Emma.” I asserted my authority, turning around and putting on my jacket, stamping any flicker of protest from the brunette.

“That’s fine..that’s cool.”

“You're right..maybe I should just stay.”

“Stay here in bed and rest..” Emma replied, trailing her voice seductively.

When I turned around she was already on the edge of the bed, lifting her long athletic legs through her panties to take them off. She really was going hard on this thing, parting her golden thighs and showing me her cunt in the hopes of changing my mind.

“Take me with you..and I’ll let you put it anywhere.”

“Let you take me anyhow you please.” She purred, turning on the charm.

With a daring glare that would melt Satan himself I would be lying if I said I didn’t think about it. Emma was right when she said she knew how to manipulate men, just not this man, not today.

I approached cautiously, knowing at any moment she could pounce. The silence was deafening, anticipation, palpable. I was going to beat her at her own game, leaning forwards just enough so that she could feel my breath on her cheek.

“I’m not Mateo..”

“This is for your own good..”

“But if you insist.” I smiled, looking her dead in the eyes as I entered her with my fingers.

“Ohhh..Ohhhh..Ahhhh..” She purred, not once looking away, my reach delving up into her cunt, stroking delicately on her sensitive G spot.

“That’s..my man..I know you like that..”

“Ughhh..take it..”

“Make me come..” Emma panted, her pussy all wet and creamy, pushing that sweet, thick nectar out in spades. 

I knew where to touch, rub or scrape. I knew her body inside out, memorizing every inch of her pussy, down to the clenching reflexes of her vaginal walls every time she became over-stimulated, much like now. Emma’s breath quickened, her legs..spreading wider to accommodate my digits, each one acting of their own accord, searching the walls of her pink cunt, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

“I will cut you a deal.” I started.

“Anything..Ughhh..Anything..”

“Just don’t stop baby..”

“Don’t stoppp.” Emma sighed.

“If..you fail to climax..I take you with me.”

“If you do..well..then..” I shrugged my shoulders, pressing vehemently down on her weak spot till she exploded in euphoric agony.

“Shitttt..shitttt..”

“No..wait..wait..”

“UGHHHH..UGHHHH.”

“BABE..BABE..BABY...OHHHH..” She let out, twitching and flexing her pussy walls around my fingers.

Popping them out I took a long hard suck of her orgasmic fluids, smiling with content as Emma scowled back at me with contempt.

“Stay..home.” I grumbled, kissing her on the lips.

“You’re a prick for doing that!!” She called after me just as I closed the front door.

****

My little unplanned playtime with Emma had left me running late, arriving at the club, a small, secluded establishment off the beaten path in Bank of all places. The security guard scanned me and patted me down before entry, a long, dark staircase that looked like it led down to hell itself. It smelled of damp like a lot of these places that were situated below ground level, making me re-evaluate the validity of Eileen’s contact if they frequented places like this.

Opening the big, heavy laden lead doors however made way to luxury at its finest. Decadent velvet skirted the walks, with an aptly dimmed, purple hue to the reception area, opening up to the main dance floor just ahead. The music was loud, but rhythmic, with a lot of bass that reverberated one's soul. 

Scanning the private booths I looked for Eileen, with most of them occupied by rich looking folk and politicians alike. It reminded me of the good old days, where I owned such a place, and with it held their secrets, which translated into power.

Movement in my peripheral vision drew my attention to the main dance floor where a brunette gyrated seductively to the drone of the beat. Her dance partner or partners had their hands all over her, up her dress, between her legs, feeling everything. We locked eyes for a moment as she pushed her ass up on some guy, giving him a good grind, moaning eroticalky into the night.

“DICE!” 

“Hey Dice!” A familiar voice called out to me from the sea of bodies, pulling my attention back in line.

Through the darkness the tall, slender frame of Eileen came into view. She was greeted by quite a few people, clearly a popular haunt for her. 

“Long time.” The blonde smirked, holding out her hand.

I shook it, and with that, slipped a few vials of purple most into her possession

“Follow me.” She spoke over the music, taking us to a quieter space out back.

Reserved for what looked like the proper VIPs, there were doors on either side of a circular room which had a single couch in the middle of it. Taking a left, Eileen opened one of the doors leading to a large elegant bedroom. This place was a brothel, moonlighting as a club, nothing new or special.

“I never got the chance to say thank you. For Mateo that was.” I cleared my throat.

“So now’s your chance.” Eileen shrugged her shoulders, aloof as always, the click of her heels snapping with intent across the wooden flooring. 

“Classic.” I scoffed, somehow unsurprised by her cockiness.

It was what made Eileen..Eileen. I felt Miss Gu was more unorthodox making it up as she went along. The upshot of this was that she was highly adaptable, able to blend well in any cohort, like a chameleon, the perfect mole, if it not for her party hard lifestyle and carefree attitude.

Setting one of the vials of mist I had given her on the table, she pulled out another, much paler one, setting it beside one another.

“Yeah I know about the disparity in product..” I started.

“Oh..no..I just wanna take a hit..”

“A hit of the OG..screw this one.” She smirked, unscrewing the cap and letting the mist waft into her face before sucking on the edge of the glass to draw a breath in.

“Ohhhh..fuckkkk..I have missed you Miss.Purple..”

“Goddd..that hits the spot!” Eileen sighed, riding the high of the drug, eying me as it took effect.

“Don’t look at me like that. I’m off limits now Dice..”

“Ahhh..the teacher?” I smiled.

“He’s a Professor..Professor Emery. The one that drove your bleeding ass to the hospital..and Emma’s”

“And..I will be forever grateful.” I replied solemnly, remembering that fateful night.

“How..how is she?”

“I miss that gal.” Eileen smiled fondly, taking another puff of mist.

“She’s getting there. But we met to talk business..”

“You talked of a contact. A contact who knew where George could potentially be.” I interrupted our little catch up.

“Such a square..perhaps you and Emery have more in common than you think?” The blonde jabbed, hoovering up what was left of the purple mist.

“Let’s get this thing moving shall we?” I narrowed my eyes.

A rapping knock on the door followed, together with the abrupt trying of the lock. Fumbling at the latch, Eileen barely managed to twist it open in her heightened state of mind, reaching out at nothing as if on a different planet completely.

“Speak..speak of the devil..”

“Here..here’s..my contact..”

“Mmm..my mole..” Eileen giggled, taking another hit, this time from the knock off version, shooting her head back till only the whites of her eyes were present.

“Shit..bitch..didn’t I tell you not to mix your potions?” The mystery brunette sighed.

I recognised her from earlier, the slender little minx gyrating in a crowd of roaming hands, men and women alike.

“Dice..Jennie..Jennie..Dice..”

“This..this is my Boss..ehh..whatever..I’m taking a nap.” The Olympian slurred, passing out on the chair.

“Right..classic..Eileen..” I sighed, patting myself down, about ready to leave.

“Hold..hold on..”

“Where you going Bossman?”

“Don’t we have to..talk?” Jennie blocked the doorway.

“To be honest..Miss..”

“Miss Kim.” The brunette smiled.

“Fine..Miss Kim.”

“I don’t really like to have my time wasted.”

“Eileen informed me that she had a contact that knew where George was.” 

“I highly doubt that’s you.” I scoffed.

“Huh..she was right.”

“You are kind of a stuck up jerk.” Jennie snorted, closing the door behind her.

Much like the dance-floor, the brunette was wearing very little clothing, leaving nothing to the imagination bar a slither of fabric covering her modest cup size and slender hips.

“I take it we are talking about the same person? We call him Lil G around these parts.” She sniggered, biting her lip.

“Who are you?” I asked sternly.

“Me?”

“I’m Jennie..Jennie from the block.”

“Part time singer. Full time hustler.” The brunette replied, slipping her hand into my inside pocket and pulling out a vial of purple mist.

“You jingle when you walk, Mr.”

“It gives you away.” She whispered in my ear.

“Son of the White Wolf..arrogant and yet insecure.”

“A daddy's boy..willing to do anything and yet doing nothing all at the same time.”

“A soldier boy..minus the soldier.”

“Does that sound about right? Mr Dice.” Jennie playfully prodded my chest.

“That’s him..”

“Him to a tee. So what do you know?” I asked, stepping out of reach much to the brunette’s frustration, trying to fish another vial out of my pocket.

“That depends..”

“Depends on what you can do for..moi?” She giggled softly to herself.

Her eyes were clearly fixated on my inner jacket pocket, playing with the miniature glass bottle in her hands. Perching on the edge of the bed, Jennie parted her legs, her milky skin so pure and smooth, like porcelain.

“Tell me Dice..have you ever been with a K-Idol?” The brunette said seductively.

Stepping out of her underwear, the singer pushed the tiny vial delicately between her folds, gazing into my eyes as she unscrewed the lid and allowed the gas to float up from her pussy, infiltrating her airways.

“Mmm..yesss..”

“There’s nothing like the original.” She purred, sucking the glass into her cunt, enveloping it with her feminine grool before unclenching and letting it slide right out of her silky, shaven folds, clattering to the floor.

“I can sort you out with the old purple mistress..”

“As much as you want..but how do I know I can trust you?” I whispered back, searching the space between her legs, teasing her sex.

“Ughhh..you..you don’t. You just gotta take a leap of faith.” Jennie groaned, grinding those flexible hips up and down like she did on the dancefloor, humping my fingertips.

She was an attractive girl, that was for sure, seasoned in the game of cloak and daggers, refusing to fully play her cards, not until payment was secured. 

Sliding my free hand into my jacket pocket, I pulled out the rest, all five, and threw it on the bed, quickly followed by Jennie, laying there with her loot.

“He normally visits me once a month and asks for a private audience.”

“So K-Idol stands for, hooker?” I jabbed.

“Ha..you’re funny, but a girl has to do what a girl has to do to have a little fun around here.” She winked, taking another hit of purple mist, breathing it through her pink lips.

“Let me guess. He pays you with this cheap knock off shit?”

“Bingo!”

“So in short. I just follow the product. As long as that is on point..so am I.” The brunette replied.

Walking over to the side table where Eileen was still passed out, I left my calling card on her cheek, rising and falling with the Olympian’s deep breaths.

“Call me, when he comes.”

“And be discreet.” I grumbled, turning to leave.

“Don’t..don’t you want to stay..?”

“Sample the product with me..”

“Maybe try something else while you’re at it?” Jennie pouted, changed in the blink of an eye to a fetching pink lingerie.

Her bra was translucent, showing off her nipples as clear as day. They were erect, hard and aroused, much like her pussy, moist and most definitely dripping, making me hard just picturing unpacking the slender songstress.

“Call it part of my payment terms..”

“Information on Lil G’s coming and goings..for the good shit and a little fun on the side.” She tested.

Just like most cases, silence was usually the best approach, but not in this situation as the brunette read me like an open book.

“Ahhh..you have someone..”

“Someone special..someone you care for..” She started, sitting herself on the edge of the bed and squeezing her milky legs together.

“This is just business..”

“No play..no..info” Jennie made a zipping motion along her lips.

“Blackmail isn't doesn’t fit you.” I replied coolly.

“Are you calling me ugly?” Jennie smirked.

“How old are you?” I bat back.

“Younger than you..Oppa..” The brunette sighed, playing with the last four vials in her possession.

“Oppa?” I raised my eyebrows.

“A term of respect, for my elders..”

“That and I’ve always wanted to be fucked by one..a real one anyway, who knows his way around a woman” 

“Eileen talks about you sometimes..tells me secrets..tells me stories.” She mused.

“Who said anything about fucking you?” I tested her.

“Well..you're still here..and I can see your dick getting harder and harder the longer you stare at my body.”

“Like you want to rip my clothes off and give it to me like no other man has..not even the White Wolf.” She instigated, pressing on a nerve, stoking the fire.

My hand flinched at his name, still livid with what he had done, much like Emma, letting it slip just for a second, but a second was all it took.

“Sore topic?”

“Why don’t you let Mommie Jennie soothe it for you baby..”

“I’ll let you put it anywhere..”

“Let you come up my ass if you want.” She purred, lying on her side and exposing her rosebud.

In our back and forth I had not realised how close I had crept, within striking distance of the brunette, grabbing hold of my crotch and not letting go.

“I saw how you looked at me earlier. When I was dancing.”

“How your eyes travelled the length of my body, wondering how it would feel to take me..to have me..in any which way you please.” She continued, massaging my cock with her soft, dainty hands.

“You..Ughhh..know nothing..”

“Nothing about me.” I sighed, my resolve getting chipped away, one stroke at a time.

“I know men like you.”

“I know your ambition..”

“Your drive.” She emphasised, slipping inside my boxers now, jerking me off with precision.

“C’mon Oppa..”

“Just a quick one..a quick fuck for the road.”

“Purple mist gets me sooo horny..” She cooed, unscrewing another vial and pushing it into my face.

I inhaled it in one go, lighting up my synapses like new years eve. They were right, Mateo’s variant of mist hit like a truck and lingered, latching onto your mind, body and soul, heightening it beyond any other stimulant.

Slapping her hand away, I tore my way into her panties, ripping the garter, destroying the intricate lace much to her astonishment, jumping slightly at my forwardness.

“Foreplay is overrated” I replied in kind, slamming my cock inside her with a single thrust.

“Ohhhhh..fuckkk..Oppa!!!” 

“Yesss..Yessss..”

“Punch it baby, punch it..”

“Punch my slutty pussy with your cock babe..”

“Punch it hard..OHHHHH..OPPA!” Jennie shrieked, her tight supple breasts leaping from the safety of her lace bra and into my hands, kneaded to breaking point.

Whipping one leg over my shoulder to hold on to, we fucked in a scissoring motion, my dick being the instrument to batter the singers cervix like the forces if darkness at Helms Deep.

“Don’t you change your mind now Miss Kim.”

“I don’t accept returns!!” I growled, tagging the back of her pussy with harder and deeper strokes.

“No..neverrr..”

“Do you like how my pussy feels on your cock?”

“Milking you..Ughhh..squeezing that dickkk.”

“Ohhhh..you know how to make a girl feel good.”

“Don’t stop..baby deeperrrr..” Jennie pleaded, her voice all needy and wanting.

“Deep is how you want it?”

“Is that how the White Wolf gave it to you?”

“Nice and..Ughhh..DEEP!” I growled, pounding her harder.

“Nobody..nobody has fucked me as deep as you..”

“Give it to meee..”

“I’m a greedy girl..a greedy dirty girl and I wannit all Diceee..yesss!” She screamed, tightening around me like a vice, convulsing in my grasp.

Her pussy was creaming, wet, warm and ready. Ready to be pumped, to be flooded and filled, on the brink of orgasm, caressing my hard, pulsing shaft till I was literally leaking all over her pink, vaginal walls.

“You fucking take it Jennie!”

“Take it like the drugged up slut that you are!!” I bellowed, pushed to the edge, slamming my heavy balls against her swollen, moist slit. 

“Ughhh..yesss..make me take it..”

“Help me come on that cock baby”

“Help me come..I need to come..I’m so closeee..”

“Yesss..drill me..drill me harderrr..” 

“Fuck me into a coma for all I care!!!”

“Fuck me into this bed until your cock explodes..”

“Yes..yesss..yesss..OHHHHHH!” The brunette wailed, taking me right to the back of her cunt as she came.

I growled like a wild beast, lost in a lust fuelled haze in our hands on drugged up mating session, letting everything go, all the tension, stress and frustration, loading up the singer’s pussy with my hot fucking load.

“Fuck it..Fuck it..FUCKK!” I yelled, giving her everything I had, my cock pulsing uncontrollably, filling Jennie’s shiny, twitching pussy with rope after rope of thick, sticky sperm.

“Holy..holy shit..you know how to work a girl..” The brunette sighed, grinding her hips in a figure of eight, milking everything from me before sliding off.

Her lips kissed me down my chest, along my thighs, wrapping seamlessly around my length still covered in cum and her fresh, silky pussy juices. This wasn’t her first rodeo, she knew exactly what to do, how to extract the maximum pleasure, for her and for me and right now her mouth was working overtime to get me back in the game.

“Mmm..let me wash that dick with my spit baby..”

“Get it you nice and hard for me..so we can get back to business.”

“Mmm..Hmmm..you taste good.” She hummed, stoking the fire in my groin, growing harder between her soft, pink, sucking lips.

She did something to me, set me on fire to the point of flaming want, burning ecstasy, unscrewing another vial and taking a hit through my nose, pushing the purple mist down her throat as I lifted the brunette off my cock.

“I’m gonna drill you in the ass till you can’t dance anymore.” I spoke with intent, bending the songstress over in front of me and stuffing her ass with my revitalised cock, right to the back of her anal cavity.

“Ohhhhh..Diceee..”

“Fuckkk babyyy..”

“You stretch me so good..”

“Your cockk..Ughhh..”

“It’s so fucking deep I can feel it in my gut! Jennie whined amidst the slaps off our sweaty flesh.

“Are you glad you stayed?”

“Glad you stayed to fuck me..your first K-Idol?”

“Your first piece of Korean ass, baby?” The brunette spat with a level of horniness and filth only a few possessed.

She knew things about me, knew certain buttons to press, when to press them and how, making me suspicious of just how much our Miss Gu divulged with the sexpot singer, but it didn’t matter, not right now. I just wanted to fuck her senseless, get off on this unbelievable high.

“Ughhh..Ughhh..Ughhh..”

“Ohhh..God..Ohhhh..Yesss..”

“Fuck me..Ohhh..Fuck me..PLEASEEE..”

“No mercy..no mercy Dice..”

“Take me primally..like a Goddamn animal.”

“Fuck me in my slutty little ass Dice..”

“I wanna feel your dick explode inside me again..”

“Can you do that for me?”

“Can you baby?”

“I need you to come..inside..”

“Ughhhh..inside my ass.”

“Let me drain you baby..drain that gorgeous cock in my tight Asian ass..”

“Give it to me baby..give it all to me..”

“I’m such a hungry girl..”

“Fuck Dice, feed it to me!”

“Feed my ass with your cum baby..yesss!” Jennie let if, with a tirade of filth leaving her lips, one after another.

She was talented with her mouth, and not just as an oral pleasure giver either. She managed to get under your skin with the pure, unadulterated words that she chanted so freely. I couldn’t even tell if it was an act being somewhat of a past time for her to secure her next fix. Spanking her milky cheeks, I eased her down on her side, folding her legs back like a deck chair so I could see all of her in glorious detail.

“You're talented..I give you..Ughhh that!” I grimaced in the clench of her rectal muscles, squeezing me repeatedly.

“I..Ahhhhh..can extend the same praise to you..Dice”

“You can come around whenever you want.”

“Just bring your big, fucking sexy cock and a handful of mist and I’ll rock your world baby..now finish me..”

Finish your dirty slut baby..”

“Fill me up and come in my ass..”

“I’m all your baby..all fucking yours Dice..yessss..finger me..Ughhh..finger me just line that!” She wailed, looking at me in desperation as I plunged two fingers into her shaven cunt, pounding her ass with reckless abandon.

“I’m gonna come..I’m gonna come in your tight slutty K idol ass Jennie!” I growled, spamming her anally, rubbing her clit with harsh circular strokes.

“Yes baby do it..”

“Fill me baby..fill me..”

“Fill me with your cum baby..Ughhhh..I’m coming too!!”

“Come with me baby..yesss..come with meee!” Jennie cried, looking me straight in the eyes as she twitched on my cock. The deep craving need on her face was vindicated by a sudden splash of white peppering her bowels, surging like the rapids and flooding her rectum with my semen.

“Ohhhh..Godddd..that's what I needed baby..”

“Mmmm..that's what I wanted.” The brunette sighed, reluctantly letting me pull out of her swollen, cum filled arsehole.

“Nice doing business..Miss Kim.” I smirked, putting on my trousers.

The singer licked her lips, playing with the last couple of vials we had yet to use in the palm of her hands.

“Call me..” The songstress called out as I moved to leave.

“No Miss Kim..you call me.” I replied curtly, ducking out and walking into the night.

To be continued..

Chapter Text

The Following is Fan Fiction and should be taken as such. This story follows on from Emma Raducanu And Bianca Bustamante - The Fast Lane

Things started to pick up after that meet and greet with the potty mouth K-Pop Idol with a message sent a couple days later detailing her monthly booty call with George, the prince of the damned. It wasn’t until December which gave us..or moreso me, time to plan. Up until now I had kept Emma under wraps to focus on recovery, but that seemed to be causing tension between the two of us due to the lack of transparency. It had built to its peak a day before she was due to turn 22, out of the hand casts now, working on her rehab with one of those spring action grip strengtheners.

“In sporting news, it's rumoured that the former US Open Champion, Emma Raducanu has been dropped by her sponsors in the light of her prolonged absence from the court. Jeff Welling, reporting from the nike headquarters in.”

“What a load of shit.” Emma huffed, squeezing the grip strengtheners till her knuckles turned white.

“It's just noise, don’t listen to them”. I approached the brunette.

“But he’s right though isn’t he? My tennis career is shot, Nike has pulled out..”

“I can triple what Nike was giving you..”

“So don’t give me that.” I stopped her mid rant.

The devil may care eyes came out again, at full force this time, clenching her jaw as she glared back at me.

“No..this isn’t about that at all.”

“You want revenge for the people that did this and you want it now.”

“All I ask for is a little bit more time to do this thing right.” I replied calmly.

My words fell on deaf ears, only serving to rile up the former athlete, throwing the grips against the television screen in anger.

“It’s funny..ever since coming out of hospital, I’ve been more in the dark than when I was in a coma.” 

“Perhaps you should have let that bullet hit me full on instead.” She brooded, watching the sun go down on the horizon.

“Self pity?” 

“Really?” I sighed, growing weary of treading the same path over and over again on a daily basis.

“You never tell me anything, so whats the fucking point?!” The brunette yelled.

“You watch your mouth, remember who you’re talking to.” I replied, striding towards her with clenched fists but she was unphased, straightening her back and standing up tall to face me.

“You can’t even say I love you to your own girlfriend..” Emma followed up, driving the proverbial nail deeper into my ego, snapping my paper thin patience.

“I need to go.” I replied coldly.

“To do what, Dice?!” 

“What the hell am I going to do here?” She called after me.

“Practice your tennis form!” I replied in anger, slamming the door behind me.

Stepping into the car, my foot slammed on the gas, with only one place in my mind I wanted to go. I had to blow off some steam, take out my frustrations, punching in Jennie’s address into my phone. Since our initial meetup I had done some basic digging on the singer, known addresses and the like, more from a contingency point of view if she turned out to be a bad apple.

The road was slick with rain, getting caught in traffic at every turn. Although my destination was only a short drive away the London traffic only exacerbated my frustrations. Mounting the curb, I revved the engine, driving on the wide pavement to get to my turning, then I saw her. The tiny waisted Korean brunette leaving her flat to cross the road at the far end.

She looked as tight as ever in a weathered sports bra and tiny gym shorts that had seen better days, darting around the corner town old warehouse of sorts. Parking up and following suit, I slipped inside in secret, through an open back window. The place was large, mostly empty, with good acoustics. In actual fact the space could be utilised as a better base for Mateo, cooking up our wonder drug, being closer and all, it would help me to keep tabs on the guy. Currently, the space was not being utilised as such, but as a dance studio for the brunette, turning swiftly around on her heels, spotting me in the mirror on approach.

“Dice what the fuck!!”

“How did..you?”

“What the hell are you doing here??!” Jennie let out in shock.

I didn’t say anything, closing the distance in a couple of steps and grabbing hold of her waist, making it clear what my intentions were.

“Ahhh..trouble in paradise?” The brunette smiled, reading my expression.

“Just a quick side note..”

“Let’s keep talking to the minimum this time.” I responded curtly.

“Mmm..but all my other clients like some good dirty chat..” Jennie giggled.

“Yeah..but I’m not a client..”

“Now take off your clothes.” I growled patiently.

“Make me..Oppa.” She bat back, placing her hands on the railing behind me, eyes steady and unrelenting.

Jennie managed to pull off that curvy, yet tight look from behind, giving me a twirl and showing me her ass, but I wanted something different tonight, craved a little more refinement..fine tuning.

“I don’t think I’ll have to.” 

“Now..dance for me.” I whispered in her ear, standing back to admire the singer’s form.

“Hmm..a bit of foreplay today?” The brunette teased, swaying her hips and roaming the length of the sleek, slender body with her hands.

There was no music, no sounds, save for our slow, purposeful breaths, eager, yet restrained. Every part of me wanted to leap forward and fear her clothes off, leaving the rest up to chance as to which entrance I would penetrate, but my eyes were on her lips, that dirty mouth she possessed that spouted nothing but filth in our first encounter. I wanted that wrapped around my cock.

“Do you like it?”

“Like it when I grind for you Oppa?” Jennie smirked, flossing her cunt with her barely there boyshorts.

Her juices came to the fore, soaking every thread of what was left covering that unholy slit of hers, so much so that I could see the outline of her folds, pressed against the fabric as she continued to dance.

“I like when you’re silent.” I teased, pulling down on my zipper, drawing a gasp from the brunette upon seeing the turgid nature of my manhood.

Jennie playfully placed her finger on her lips, reaching forwards to jerk me back and forth in a tight, relentless grip, daring me to shoot prematurely.

“How do you want me baby?” The brunette purred, plucking at my foreskin and rolling it back and forth between her fingertips.

“On your knees.” I replied coldly, staring into her burning eyes, ablaze with lustful intent.

“You have to give me something first.” She flashed her eyes towards pocket.

“All out of mist I’m afraid..”

“Will this suffice?” I bared my teeth, sliding my hands into her shorts, groping her sopping wet cunt in my palms.

“Ohhhh..Ughhhh..”

“Yes..that’ll do..that’ll do nicely..” She mewed, parting her legs and giving in.

Like a tiger, I clawed at her skimpy sports bra, tearing a hole in both cups, leaving her skin exposed.

“Fuckkk..you’re bad..”

“Real bad Dice..”

“Make me come, come on your fingers.Please Oppa” 

“I need it..I, ughhhh..really do”. She whimpered in turn, grasping the railings behind her as I banged my hand between her milky thighs, frothing her cunt.

“Ffff..ffff..fuckkkk..”

“Ohhhh..fuckkkk..”

“Fuck, yes baby”

“Fuckkk..yesss..” The songstress groaned, proceeding to grind against my hands as I spread her folds with my digits, curling them up towards her G spot, making her tremble at the knees.

The studio was cold with dampness in the air conflicting with the moist warmth between her legs. Jennie shivered, losing grip of my shaft amidst the constant barrage of finger strikes along the walls of her cervix, essentially fisting her against the handle rails behind.

“Aghhhhh…you’re..you’re gonna make me come Dice..”

“You're gonna make me come so hard..” She whimpered, slumping her face against my shoulder as I added my other hand, prying open her cunt lips and massaging the little sexpot from the inside out.

“I’m splitting you open tonight..”

“Take your fucking top off.” I snapped, dual stroking her pulsing clit with my thumbs until warm, translucent piss, squirted out her swollen pussy lips.

“Yesss..Ahhhh..”

“Whatever you want Oppa..”

“Aghhhh..whatever you want..just make me come babe..”

“Make me come hard..OHHHHH!” Jennie screeched, flattening her back against the wall and rising onto her tiptoes.

Squirting again, this time a full on stream, the brunette proceeded to come on my fingers, pushing and probing the inside of her slick, velvet womb, priming it for my cock.

“Fuckkkk Oppa!!” She let out, tearing at her top to reveal her perky. milky tits.

Pert and sweaty, I wiped the excess grool from my fingers to polish them off even more, encircling her nipples, before casually spitting in the singer's face. 

“Ahhhh..do..do that again.” Jennie smirked, tilting her face to take another wad of saliva hurling towards her pristine skin.

“Leave it, let it drip off your chin like the nasty girl that you are.” I reprimanded her, foiling an attempt to sweep my oral fluids into her mouth.

“You like it wet and sloppy Oppa?”

“Because I can do it like that too..make it feel like you’re fucking my pussy everytime you put it in my mouth.” She purred, glaring at me with spit dripping off her chin one second and devouring me the next.

The singer’s hot breath hit me like a freight train, holding me firm at the base with her right hand, kneeling in a puddle of her own mess whilst gently kissing and nibbling my tip. I pulsed between her lips, leaking precum on the Korean Idol’s teeth, gazing down at the brunette giving me the fuck me eyes.

“Aaaahhh..” Jennie opened her mouth, presenting her oral fuck hole to me on a plate.

She tilted her head to the ceiling, giving me a straight run towards the back of her throat. Tonsils showing, I grabbed either side of the singer’s face, jaws relaxed, tongue rolled out like a slimy red carpet, ready for me to wreck her petite, pretty doll face.

“You are such a filthy cumslut.” I grunted, spearing my hips forward and impaling the brunette’s pipes on my cock.

“ACKKK..ACKKKK..ECHHHHH” She gagged immediately, mouth stretched to full capacity but there was no let up, holding her faltering gaze, watering profusely from the eyes as I ragged her oral cavity.

“Don’t you quit..”

“Don’t you quit now..”

“Let me open up that throat..”

“Open it nice and wide Jennie..like you’re trying to hit a high note.” I smirked, grabbing the back of her head now and ramming it home.

“MMMPPHH..MMMPHHH..ECHHH..ECHHHH…ACKKK” The brunette struggled, thick, bubbly saliva smeared all over the bridge of her nose and lips, my heavy balls clashing with her sweaty chin, drilling her constricting airway until she looked like she was going to pass out.

“Stay with me..stay with me now..”

“Stay with it.” I growled one more, taking my shaft out and slapping it solidly across her face, drawing a cheeky smile out of the singer.

“Mmm..give it to me Oppa..”

“Give me your cum..right on my face..” Jennie hummed, drawing my meat back into her sopping wet mouth and sucking me halfway.

Covered in a sheen of sweat, the singer proceeded to work me using just her tongue, hidden from view but keenly felt. Snaking underneath my foreskin, I felt every surface of her slippery pleasure tool, lathering me in spittle as she watched my eyes roll back with every jab of her tongue on my aching piss slit.

“You want it on that pretty little face?”

“Huh..Jennie?”

“You want it there?” I grunted, losing 

“Tell me what you are?”

“Tell me what you are Jennie!!” A raised my voice, on the brink of bursting between her lips.

“Mmm..MmmHmm..”

“I’m..I’m your slut, Oppa..”

“Your dirty..fucking cumslut..”

“Gluck..Gluck..Gluck..Gluckkk.”

“Ughhhh..give me your cum Dice..”

“GIVE IT TO ME!!” The brunette demanded, hammering her fist around the girth of my cock as her lips worked overtime on the tip of my throbbing prick.

“Stroke it Jennie..fucking stroke it..”

“Stroke it you dirty cumslut!”

“Stroke it for your Oppa..” I strained, slapping her cock filled mouth in charged ecstasy as she batted her chocolate vixen eyes up at me.

“TWACK”

The snap of my wrist whipped my hand straight off her reddened cheeks, doing little to dampen the songstress’s enthusiasm. She was drunk on lust, on meat..on cock, my cock. Imprisoned in her iron fist the Korean Idol pumped my dick with all her might, dipping a few searching digits into her cunt while desperately trying to get me to spill.

It wouldn’t take too long now, staring at her plump red lips and porcelain features, there was nothing I wanted more right now than to take my frustrations out on her baby doll face and hose her down in my seed.

“Ahhh..Yesss..Ahhh..Yesss..” She moaned like a wanting sex addict calling for another hit, one more fix to hit that blissful spot.

“I wannit..”

“I fucking need it..”

“Come for me..”

“Come for your Jennie baby..”

“Your cumslut, Dice..”

“Ahhhh..do it!!”

“Spray me!!” 

“PLEASEE!” She begged, using her right hand to jerk me off whilst the other reached around and slipped up couple of fingers up my anus, triggering the most intense orgasm I had had for some time, spraying the brunette with thick, warm ropes of semen along her lips, chin and tits.

“Suck..suck the rest down..”

“Suck it Jennie!” I gasped in ecstasy, forcing my pulsing shaft down her gullet to feed the singer the rest of my ejaculate.

“Mmmm..your dick tastes soooo fucking fresh”.

“When was the last time you..” Jennie started.

“This morning..” Emma’s voice boomed from the door, echoing throughout the studio.

“I had him in my arse..” The Bromley brunette added, striding with purpose across the floor towards us.

She looked pissed, although that was the default expression on her face these days, only broken up when I was making her come. 

“Did you taste it? My shit?”

“Well you better get used to it cos’ you’ll be drinking out of a feeding straw by the time I’m done with you.” She added, moving for the Korean singer.

“Easy..there tiger.” I blocked her path, much to Emma’s disdain.

“I see this is how you have been spending your time working things out and planning?” She snapped.

Jennie giggled to herself, only making things worse.

“What the hell is she laughing at? Freaking bitch!” Emma reacted, trying to push past me.

“Have you told her? Does she know about?” Jennie paused, exacerbating this further.

“Dice?!” Emma fummed.

“Ok, pretty girl. You need to take a chill pill. Maybe if you treated your man a little better he wouldn’t be coming to me for some..oral relief? Just a thought.” The singer responded smugly.

That was the last straw, sending the former USO champ scrambling towards the singer, as I picked her up by the waist and hoisted the screaming brunette on my shoulder, carrying her away.

“Sit..the fuck down!” I yelled at a despondent Emma.

Jennie watched from the sidelines, leaning on the railings with a sly smirk on her face. Intrigued at how I was going to handle the wiley brunette I felt the need to lay down a marker, draw a line in the sand. As much as I cared for Emma..loved her even, the way she had been behaving recently was out of control, lacking the discipline in the rough spot we found ourselves in.

“And if I don’t?!”

Was she good? That Korean doll over there. Did she make you come hard?” Emma spat. 

“TWACK.”

“ENOUGH!” I shouted, towering over the brunette bending and grabbing her firmly by her locks, tugging back hard to get some separation.

“Now what?” She asked in defiance.

“We..have him.”

“George..we know where he will be.” I answered dryly.

My words shut her up, silenced to the point of shaking as the true meaning of what I had just said started to sink in.

“But..you’re in no fit state to participate..not yet. You want this too much.” I warned, tightening my grip on her hair.

“I..I promise..promise I’ll be chill.”

“I just..he just needs to pay.” She glared.

“And I said he will. In time. I’m gonna use him to flush his Dad out, see where he’s hiding..but for that..we need George alive.” I replied, shaking my head.

“I won’t hurt him..I swear Dice.” She pleaded.

“You’re lying..you know how I know you are?”

“You have a tell..a slight glimmer in your eyes that fires up when your words don’t match your actions.”

“It’s a pet peeve of mine..dishonesty within the ranks..”

“And..you know what happens to liars..right?” I whispered in her ear.

“Fine..I was gonna..make him hurt as much as I did..make him beg..make him bleed” The brunette smirked unapologetically.

“The only one who will be begging today..is you..” I replied sternly, easing the disobedient Emma to her knees.

“If I do you right, will you fill me in?” She tried to bargain on her knees, running her hand over the hard ridges of my abdomen.

“I’ll think about it.” I shrugged.

“Now who’s lying?” Emma smirked, breathing her warm, hot breath over my helmet.

Wrapping her lips around me like a comfort blanket immediately put me at ease, loosening my grip a touch, letting her take me at her own pace. It was the way she sucked me that was the differentiation, or perhaps it was who was doing the sucking that made it feel even better. There was no one like her in this world, nobody in my eyes that did it better, not that I disclosed this to her, it would just add to the swagger she had developed since being with me. A natural side effect of playing this deadly game we were in. You had to have thick skin, an aura of arrogance about you, something Emma understood more than most. It was what made her relentless, sometimes blinding her from the bigger picture. Stroking her face however as she pleasured me with her soft red lips, I managed to temper that fire a touch, feeding her hunger for revenge with my cock as I rubbed the tip of my dick firmly against the back of her throat.

“Mmphh..Mmphhh..Aghhhh..”

“I love the taste of your dick after an argument..” The brunette hummed, fingering her slit whilst she went to work.

“Less..”

“Ughhh..less talk..”

“More action.” I grimaced, feeling her sharp teeth grate against my skin on purpose.

Emma dug them in like daggers with a smugness about her, rolling her tongue over and under my foreskin before chugging on my sack for a few precious moments to let me recover from her incessant gnawing of my dick.

“Fuck my mouth like you fucked her’s” 

“Use my throat like a pussy Dice.” The brunette purred, resting my tip on her warm, slippery tongue.

“Is that what you want, Emma?” I nodded in agreement.

“I’m still your whore aren’t I?” She winked up at me.

“Always!” I sighed with deep satisfaction.

“I thought so.” Emma smiled around my dick.

“C’mon then..do it.” She taunted, prompting a swift retaliation, bulging her cheeks with the tip of my prick.

“Mmmphh..Mmphh..MMMPHHH” The brunette gagged, fighting the firm hold I had behind her neck as I forced her lips deeper onto my cock.

“You..know..Emma..”

“Lately..Ughhhh..”

“Lately..you’ve..been..” 

“You’ve been..ohhh..fuckk”. I groaned, cut off by the sensation of her tongue snaking along the underside of my shaft, prodding at my sack.

Soaked in spittle, I was completely sheathed inside her throat, tightening as a reaction to my invasive, oral penetration and yet Emma never complained. Instead, the brunette wore a devilish grin on her face, savouring every single inch I gave her, firmly thrusting myself repeatedly into the warm, wet caress of her oral cavity.

“Gluck..Gluckk..Gluckk..GLUCKK””

“Blurghhh..what’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” She sniped, pulling free of my grasp and spitting all over my exposed crown.

“Did I ask you to stop?” I struck back, slapping my spit covered prick across her cheeks, resting it on her forehead so she could tend to my sack.

“Mmm..I’m gonna suck the cum right out of your dick..”

“An early birthday gift for me..” She purred, kissing me down my shaft as she jerked it.

“Bad girls don’t get presents.” I replied, not noticing Jennie had already left us.

“It’s better this way..just the two of us.” The brunette followed up, also clocking on to the fact that we were alone.

 “You were saying?”

“Bad girls get..fucked?” Emma replied with a seductive grin.

“Still got that toothbrush?” I teased, seeing it in her back pocket.

“Give it to me..” 

“Don’t lose it Dice.” 

“Just hand it here.” I replied impatiently.

Upon closer inspection the thing still smelled of her. The scent of her body, her dried fluids on the bristles now off coloured. We had used this thing too many times to count, mostly for brushing out her ass when taking it from behind, which was exactly the thing I had in mind.

“Bend over?” Emma read my intentions, getting on all fours and arching her back.

Her shorts had dark patches along the front, leading between her legs. Even being black could not mask her obvious arousal, reeking of sexual readiness. I tore at them, much like I did with everything else tonight. 

“Easyyy..Easyyy..they’re new..” Emma smiled, shaking her rear in my face.

“So tell me..Dice.”

“Did..did she make you come as hard as I do?” The brunette asked, looking sensually at me over her shoulder.

“Who..Jennie?”

“Yeah..her..” Emma replied unimpressed.

“She was good..really good. Knew exactly what she was doing..a proper woman..adjusting to the exact pace I like.” I smirked, gratified by her sense of dissatisfaction, praising the Korean singer.

Using the end of the toothbrush to rip a large hole in her shorts exposing Emma’s pert athletic rump and shaved, pristine pussy lip.

“But..she wasn’t..YOU!” I grunted, delivering a fierce piercing stroke, right to the back of her cunt, whilst simultaneously shoving the tatty red toothbrush l, bristles first into her puckered anus.

“Diceeee..Fuckkk..FUCKKKK”

“UGHHHHHH.” Emna grunted, her voice deep and raspy as I pulled on her brown locks and fucked the shit out of her pussy.

“Are you gonna behave now..you done acting like an entitled bitch?” I growled, battering her cervix with my tip, splitting her labia open with my thick shaft at will.

“Fuckkk..no..”

“It’s too fun being bad..” 

“Fuckkkk baby keep going..”

“Don’t stop Dice..don’t you dare stop..”

“Ughhhh murder that pussy..”

“Aghhhh..make it yours baby..”

“Make that pussy yours Dice!!” She screamed, digging her nails into the floor and scratching them on the wood panelling.

I had her ass up and face down, rotating the slender toothbrush every now and again just to remind the wiley brunette she was getting double penetrated, using the bristles to scrape against the walls of her anal chamber.

“You get too cocky Emma..you forget your place.” I graced, tilting the plastic head up to the roof of her rectum at the same time as my tip hit her G spot.

“Omiiiii..Omiiii..Ommmigoddd..Yessss..”

“Whatever you want, baby..”

“Whatever you say..”

“Just make me come..”

“I need to come..”

“Give me that dickkk..”

“Ohhhhh..give me that dick right now..baby..HARDER!” 

“FUCK ME..FUCK ME..FUCK ME HARDERR!” Emma wailed, as I flipped her on her back and towered above her, jackhammering my cock between her quivering legs until her body went limp.

She had reached her peak but couldn’t scream anymore with the breath fucked out of her lungs, so hard and so fast it left her reeling. Twitching in my grasp, Emma seized up completely, gritting her teeth as I felt my orgasm building. I kept thrusting, grinding my dick against her begging cervix with the ever narrowing walls of her cunt closing in and clamping down around me mid climax.

“Ccc..Ccc..Cominggg..”

“Ughhh..I’m coming..”

“Babe..I’m coming..I’m comingggg” She managed to stammer, writhing and shaking in my arms as I raised her hips off the floor and proceeded to rail the brunette into oblivion.

“Bad girls get fucked..”

“Say it!” 

“Bad girls get fucked, Emma!”

“Say it back!” I demanded, slapping my balls off her slit like it was going out of fashion, my hands roaming her pert tits, squeezing them for support as I rammed my cock harder between her athletic legs, splitting her twitching pussy in two.

“Fuckkk..”

“Aghhhhh..”

“Bad girls get fucked..Bad girls get fuckeddd!!” 

“Baby pleaseee..finish..finish inside me..” Emma scrambled with her words, going full on catatonic.

Holding onto her hips I fucked my cock as far as it could go, pinning myself against her bettered cervix before ejaculating like a bull inside her cunt. It was like filling up your car at the fuel pump, standing there, fully sheathed inside her womb, flooding her pink, twitching chamber with my semen until she was filled to the brim.

“Ohhhhh..Godddd..that feels so good..”

“It feels so good when you come inside me..” She sighed, eyes shut and moaning it out.

Disengaging from her sloppy sex the fruits of our labour came rushing out, pooling all over the floor of Jennie’s dance studio. I didn’t even feel bad, zipping up my trousers and getting ready to leave.

“What do you think you're doing?” Emma suddenly came.

“I have a birthday to plan.” I replied in jest.

“That can wait..”

“I want to suck your dick..get you off again with my mouth..” The brunette smirked.

“You’ve changed your tune.” I sighed, giving into her demands.

“Yeah..I’m sorry..sorry for being so..high maintenance lately. It's just..”

“I get..I do.” I interrupted, cupping her face.

“Lay down so I can make it up to you.” Emma smiled, unzipping my trousers.

“Let me do the work..you just..just enjoy it.”

“Mmm..enjoy my lips..working your tip..”

“Mmm..my tongue..licking your shaft, painting your balls..sucking your hard fucking cock which did such s good job on my pussy just now.” She giggled, making out with my tip.

“Jesus Emma..that’s right..”

“You work for that load girl..” I groaned, letting the brunette dictate the pace.

She took her time with it, slowing it right down, allowing me to savour the warm caress of her lips and tightness of her throat. Bobbing her head up and down on my lap, Emma worked my shaft to the back of her oral, pleasure hole, rubbing me gently against her tonsils whilst sensually squeezing my sack. She was going to milk me, and milk me hard, tightening her grip around the girth of my pick, jerking it as she sucked deep with wet mouth, gargling my meat.

“Mmm..Mmmm..Mmphh..”

“Ackk..Ackk..Ackkk..Ackkk.”

“Mmmph..Mmphh..Mmphhh..Ahhhhh.” She hummed, impaling her throat on my cock as, leaving no part untouched, unsucked.

“Give me what I need Dice..what I want..give me your cum baby.” 

“Right here on my tongue..Aaaa..my lips..” She moaned around the head of my prick, licking it like a lollipop.

“Say it..”

“Ughhh..say it first..”

“Tell me what you are..” I grunted, spurting a thread of precum on her chin.

“Mmm..you’re so bad..” The starlet grinned, bulging her cheeks with my meaty crown.

“I’m your whore..”

“Ughhh..I’m your dick sucking..cum drinking whore baby..” Emma purred, flicking my piss slit with her soft, wet tongue, tipping me over the edge.

“Ughhh..then fucking drink it..”

“Drink it all down Emma..drain me.” I sighed, watching the brunette lap my spurting milk up whilst furiously fingering herself.

Suckling on my tip until I had run dry, she looked up at me with expectant eyes, pulling the red toothbrush from her ass and putting it in her mouth. She was teasing, testing me, I knew what she wanted, what that little treat was for, but remained skeptical. Against my better judgment I chose to spill it all, down to the very details of how we were going to get our man, the White Wolf.

To be continued..

Chapter Text

The Following is Fan Fiction and should be taken as such. This story follows on from Emma Raducanu And Bianca Bustamante - The Fast Lane 

The opening was there, with dipped shoulders and a crouched profile, the lioness crept through the tall grass towards her unsuspecting adolescent cat. This was a lesson in hunting, a practice run as such. A few moments later it was over, pouncing from the peripherals, catching the adulting cub completely off guard. We were at London Zoo, watching the pride of lions do their thing. It was Emma’s birthday and this was just one of the events I had planned for us. Completely healed from her operation, I had promised to take her to the Zoo when she was well enough. 

“I love how they are such a tight unit.”

“Kinda like us..right?”

“Me..you..Teardrop..Bianca and Eileen..” Emma mused.

“Which one are you then?” I scoffed, making eye contact with the larger than life King of the big cats.

His mane was densely packed, flaring out majestically like a regal necklace. This was his pride, his woman, his team.

“Oh..I’m the main Lioness for sure.”

“You’re the big boss over there on Pride Rock..” She replied pointing at the male letting rip with a bone chilling roar.

The deep guttural sound waves vibrated through my core as he bared his dagger-like teeth.

“That one there in the shade is Teardrop..quiet and brooding.”

“Eileen is by the glass checking herself out..putting a show on for the people.”

“Which leaves the crazy one running around to be..Bianca.” Emma laughed ecstatically.

I stared at the Pride of lions and could see what she meant, especially Teardrop, brooding in the distance. This was the longest we had been apart since we were kids. A necessity for the bigger picture play but her absence was keenly felt.

“Yeah..let's not tell Bianca.” I smirked, watching the young lion, chasing her tail in the middle of the tall grass.

It was lunchtime for the pride, circling around a pile of meat thrown out by one of the staff. Sharp claws and gnashing teeth tore into the large chunks of flesh as the beasts had their fill.

“Look at them..”

“They are so powerful and wild..” Emma mused.

My hands found her waist, pulling her close as we watched the lions feed. Warm against my chest I could feel her breaths quicken the deeper the animals got into it, growling and roaring over their iron rich meal. The intensity unfolding in front of us seemed to tap into Emma’s base, animalistic needs, purring under her breath as I clutched her tighter, pressing her tight little arse on my growing manhood.

The male lion suddenly roared into the morning air, mounting his lioness mid meal before mating with her at the proverbial dinner table. It was so rough..so raw, many turned away, but not Emma, nor I, finding it increasingly difficult not to slide my hands between the birthday girl’s legs and finger her where we stood.

“I want to be taken like that..ravaged like that.” Emma purred, gasping with bated breath just as the male grunted a deep, bone crunching roar, marking his mate with his seed.

“Wait till after dinner..” I replied with a tight squeeze of her hand, leaving her all hot and bothered without an avenue for release.

“Dinner? What’s happening after dinner?”

“Dice..Dice!” Emma called out, chasing after me in a hot flush.

***

I skirted my little surprise for her the whole day, even under the immeasurable pressure of the brunette’s overbearing eyes across the dinner table. Employing every trick up her sleeve, every doughy eyed look, I resisted thus far.

“Come on..just tell me..”

“What happens next? After dinner?” Emma asked, trying to turn on the charm, her words complimented by a well timed foot graze underneath the table.

“Did you enjoy today?” I aptly sidestepped her query with another.

“It was..magical, thank you.” The brunette replied, rolling her eyes with a teasing smile.

“I wanted to thank you..really. For this..for today..for everything.”

“Things haven’t really been going my way lately..and I know I can be..”

“Insufferable at times.”

“But you have always remained focussed, without wavering.”

“So..thank you.”

“It means a lot.” Emma finished.

The rare confession was the cherry on top of a perfect day. Neither of us had been in form of late. It was a stressful time, testing was an understatement but we stood on a precipice right now. Fate had shown its hand, or chance and circumstance for those that didn’t believe in such things.

I smiled, offering a solitary nod, something I knew drove her insane but it was an ingrained mannerism of mine, hard wired into my mainframe.

“Any standouts so far?” I asked in jest.

“Standouts?” Oh yeah..”

“The Zoo was fun.”

“The best part of course was the lion sex. Nothing like a live rendition of the Lion King with a bit of beastiality sprinkled in to get me going.” 

“Oh you were going alright!”

“All you needed was that favoured red toothbrush of yours and it would be all systems go.” I laughed.

“Shut..uppp.” She giggled, glowing under the light of the candle.

Opening up her purse, Emma showed me the familiar red bristled keepsake she carried everywhere. It had become a running joke just between the two of us, one of the many things we shared exclusively. Tonight however, I had other plans. After all she had been through with the operation and sour news regarding her tennis career it was only just that on her birthday of all days, her desires be fulfilled. We talked nothing about work or our future plans to rebuild to where we were as an organisation. For once I allowed myself to live in the moment, letting down my guard and indulging Emma in conversation.

We circled back around to tonight’s extra curricular activities, a suitable topic of choice once dessert was polished off. Smatterings of tiramisu trailed our plates, with cocoa powder dusting the edges.

“Should I be..worried?” She beamed, raising her eyebrows with excitement.

Her comment whilst watching the X rated lion show seemed apt at this point in time. The sheer rawness of it, for tonight she really was going to be ravaged.

“Get your coat.”

“It’s time.” I smiled, checking the message that flashed on my phone.

***

Our silent cab ride to an undisclosed location was fraught with anticipation. Neither of us talked as the car pulled up to a block of flats on the outskirts of the city. A vibrant orange McLaren sat parked under the dim light of a lamp post, attracting all sorts of attention from the local youth, taking turns snapping pictures of it with their mates.

“I wouldn’t sit on the car if I were you, lads.”

“The owner can get quite..Dicey.” I called out, opening my coat to give them a peek at my holstered pistol on the side of my belt.

They scattered like cockroaches into the night, scrambling over one another as they dashed into the estate. 

“Babe..where are we?” Emma paused, glancing over at the sleek sports orange car, glistening under the downpour light rain, peppering its exterior.

“Come..follow me.” I replied in turn, leading us inside, up towards the seventh floor.

It smelled of piss in the elevator ride up, warm, pungent piss, putting a rather sour note on things as we patiently waited to reach the top.

“Dice..seriously..where the..” Emma began.

“Ding”.

The lift doors slid open, with none other than our trusted wheel woman there to greet us. She had matured since we had last met, standing with assurance as she tilted her glasses down at me ever so slightly.

“Boss..”

“Bianca..” 

We exchanged lingering glances, letting Emma take everything in. I had to admit even I was impressed, stepping out into the hallway to what almost felt like an entirely different building all together. The floor was red carpeted, stretching the length of the space with a large oak door at the far end.

“Happy Birthday Champ.” The racer winked.

“I’m..I’m not a champ anymore..” Emma spoke under her breath, walking out into the clean, crisp corridor.

“You will always be our champ.”

“It’s good to see you.” Bianca followed up, kissing the birthday girl on the cheeks.

I could remember a time when these two were at each other’s throats, fighting over who was going to sit at the wheel. We had come a long way since that.

“Dice..what’s?” Emma paused at the oak doors.

“It’s ok. Go in and wait for me inside. There’s a little gift in the bed I want you to wear.” I smiled, leaving with Bianca through a seperate entrance.

“She has no clue..does she?” The racer girl chuckled.

“I have kept her birthday plans quite low key..”

“It’s been a busy couple of weeks.”

“Yeah..I heard..”

“Sorry I couldn’t come any earlier..work and..” Bianca paused, looking at the floor.

“You’re here now. Besides, I wouldn’t have been able to pull this off without..” I stopped in my tracks, greeted by a large boxy man standing in front of me.

“This..this is Sval..he’s one of our mechanics at McLaren. One of the best if you ask me. Russian.” Bianca chirped.

He was a tower of a specimen, reminding me of a male version of Teardrop. Reserved with his words, he merely grunted, holding out his hands for me to shake which I shook firmly, letting him know who was in charge.

“Anddd this..this is one of our investors..he’s from New Zealand..Mr.” Bianca paused, mid introduction, distracted by something breaking next door.

“I’ll go..check on the birthday girl.” 

“You guys come in when you’re ready.” The speedster blushed.

I surveyed the talent I had requested, a little gift from Bianca and I. The second man was much smaller than Sval in stature, but you could tell he commanded respect. There was a certain air about him that I admired, a quiet confidence, even wearing a retro Tron T-shirt.

“I take it Bianca has filled you in.” I spoke, studying the two intently.

“Yes. We are here to..tend to Emma’s..needs.” 

“I have been told she has quite the appetite.” The second man nodded.

Sval grunted in anticipation, licking his lips like a man about to devour his dinner. There were no prizes for guessing that he would be the rough one.

“Why..why you ask this of us?” He suddenly asked in a thick Russian accent.

“Because it’s her birthday.” 

“Show her a good time.” I replied, opening the side door for them.

Waiting on the edge of the bed sat Emma. The look on her face was priceless, knowing exactly what was about to go down as she saw us. Her eyes flickered to life, burning bright with pending excitement, dressed in the flattering red lingerie I had picked out.

“Please tell me this is what I think it is..” The brunette spoke under her breath, eying me intently.

“These..gifts, are at your disposal.”

“Sval..the..”

“Destroyer.” The broad tower of a figure interjected with a sickly smile and his face.

“And..”

“Sir..she can call me Sir.” The second man nodded, clearly in awe of the beauty that sat before them.

“Will you stay..stay with me?” Emma asked expectantly.

“Do you want me here?” I smiled.

“I want you involved!” She demanded playfully.

“Cut you a deal.”

“I’ll let you enjoy your birthday presents..”

“Then after..”

“After..I’ll finish you off.” I whispered in her ear, cupping the brunette firmly between her legs, juicing her cunt with my palms.

“Ughhhh..you are so bad..”

“I love it..”

“I love you..” She mouthed, blowing me a kiss.

Bianca took my hand and led me to a front row seat to watch it all unfold. I could see Emma and she could see me. That daring glint was in her eyes, just as it was when we first met in my club in the beginning. She teased the two men, starting with the brute by unclasping the strap of her scarlet gown, showing him her smooth, tanned breasts. As if at a red light, Emma looked at me for quiet confirmation just as her left breast was devoured by a pair of hungry lips.

“Aghhh..no biting..”

“Not yet..” Emma giggled, offering her free hand to the man in the suit.

“What’s that guy's name again?” I turned to Bianca.

“Who? The millionaire entrepreneur?”

“Why it’s Sir I can fund your entire operations so respect my authority”. The racer winked.

”That and he is a lovely guy.” She beamed.

“I’m gonna call him Tron. Match’s the shirt.”

“She likes it from behind.” I called out, met by a confident nod as Tron took a handful of cake and smeared it all over the starlet.

He stuffed the sweet treat inside her cunt and arsehole, bringing about the cheekiest of looks from her, watching me as he ate her out. The sounds of lapping tongues and feeding ensued much like the lions in the zoo as Sval entered the fray, swiftly pulling down his zipper. 

“You suck..now.” The mechanic demanded in broken English, pressing his tip between Emma’s plump, red lips.

“Mmm..put some cake on it.”

“I wanna taste it off your dick..” She mewed, wriggling her sex on the billionaire, fucking herself on his tongue and figers in turn.

A mishmash of olive skin and vanilla buttercream writhed in front of me, watching Emma, watch me as the two men pleasured her from both ends. Her eyes flickered to my groin and then to Bianca as if ordering her to follow suit. Naturally..she did, placing her hand on my lap and throwing her hat in the ring.

“That's my cue.”

“I’m up..or more like you are.” Bianca chuckled softly in my ear, wrapping her hands around my shaft.

“I thought you weren’t that type of girl?” I teased her, harking back to the early days of her innocence.

“Special occasion. Keep your eyes on the road Mr.”

“We don’t want you missing the main event.” She winked, gently stroking me in my chair as we watched Emma indulge herself with a mouthful of cock.

With his head tilted up to the heavens, Sval had one hand on the back of the tennis starlet’s head and the other molesting her breasts, moving his hips like a piston. With a strained effort the brunette managed to work her lips halfway, the most she could accommodate, barely able to breath as he fucked her face.

“Mmphh..Mmphhh..MMMPPHH..AGHHH”.

“I use..use your mouth..like a pussy!” Sval growled, spamming her tonsils with the tip of his cock, swelling like the tides between her lips.

“Yesss..Ahhhhh..use me..”

“Use me how you please..” Emma mumbled with a pleasurable purr, letting her jaw relax as she had her throat fucked like a fleshlight.

“ACK..ACKK..ACKKK..ACKKKK..ECHHHH”. 

He grabbed her harder, forcing his tip right to the back, pressing his orbs against her chin to the point of choking. Emma’s eyes fluttered, teeth bared, spewing saliva from the corners of her mouth as she desperate gasped for air but to no avail.

“Come..come..cominggg..” He snapped, feeding Emma relentlessly.

Sval tensed his tree trunk thighs, bucking and grinding with intent. I knew how this was going to play out as laboured breaths soon turned to grunts and then a final deep guttural groan before he released at the back of Emma’s throat, thrusting into her face with such rapid intensity it shook the starlet to her core.

“Swallow..swallow..swallow all of it.” He gasped, spasming between her lips as she suckled eagerly on his pulsing meat.

Through all the up-tempo action up top, I had forgotten Emma’s other present, still leisurely eating her out from behind, licking her closer and closer to orgasm as she arched her back into the bedsheets. It was like watching a wildlife show in the African savannah where all the beasts of the wild came to drink at the watering hole. To his benefit, he was very gentle with her, or precise being a better word, darting in and out with deep, calculated lashes of his tongue till Emma stood on the precipice of no return.

“Yess..Ughhhh..Yessss..That's..It..”

“That's..Ittttt..” She moaned, flopping her arms out to the side, gushing pussy juice all over the millionaire’s face.

Twitching and still covered with cream, Tron scooped a bit of cake from the side table and thoroughly massaged it onto Emma’s body, kneading her tits, stomach and pussy with equal veracity, leaving a mound of sugary mess on the latter, forming a yellow mound of stickiness atop her unfucked sex.

The room went quiet in the brief interlude. Even Bianca had stopped stroking, transfixed with the sloppy scene we had just witnessed. With hands outstretched and her boys either side, Emma proceeded to jerk them off with each hand. 

Like a piston motor, the brunette came steaming out of the blocks stroking the two men with alternate pumps of her fist, using her lips to pleasure them at the same time. They groaned simultaneously, with the big Russian once again clamping his hand around her head, force feeding her his cock.

“Mmm..Mmmm..Ahhhh..”

“Eager much?” Emma giggled, suckling on his meaty head before switching sides to tend to her other plaything.

“I don’t like foreplay.” Sval replied, slapping his thick shaft on the starlet’s forehead as she sampled Tron’s pulsing prick.

“Well..I do..”

“Sir seems to like it too.”

“So you will have to wait.” Emma smiled, her cheeks full of cock, tasting the copious amount of salt now dripping like a leaky tap onto her tongue.

“You’re good with your mouth..” The stoic entrepreneur sighed, tenderly running his hands through the brunette’s locks letting her dictate the pace.

“Just you wait till you have my pussy.” 

“I want you boys at the same time.” 

“Fucking me.” Emma cooed, beating him off and the eager Russian before laying down in position.

Angling herself to the side so I had the perfect side profile of the action it was no surprise who tried to mount her first.

“No..you go here..”

“I want it reverse cowgirl..” She instructed, wiggling her athletic frame on top of his lap as he aimed his bulging tip at her anus.

“Yeah..right there..and Mr Smooth Operator..”

“You can have my pussy..OHHHHH..” Emma groaned as both men pierced her simultaneously. 

Sandwiched between the two, the starlet flared out her legs to let Tron in a little deeper, hitting the back of her ripe sex with each penetrating stroke, massaging her tits as he fucked her. Wobbling at the elbows to try and remain balanced, the big Russian locked her in place with his hefty hands, pumping up into her anal cavity as the two pleasured Emma at both ends.

“Ffff..fffff…fuckkkkk..that feels good.”

“That feels so fucking gooddd..”

“Stretch me..”

“Ughhhh..all the way..”

“Don’t stop..”

“Don’t you guys dare stoppp..” 

“Ughhhh..don’t stoppp!!” She cried, writhing between them like the filling to a meat sandwich.

She was getting run ragged, properly fucked for her birthday treat, lolling her head to the side in catatonic bliss as another unholy thrust breached her inner sanctum

“Hey..how about we have a little fun ourselves.” Bianca whispered in my ear.

I had been so distracted with Emma and the pounding she was receiving I had forgotten all about the bronze beauty beside me, descending to her knees shooting me a suggestive glare.

“So you are that type of girl?” I said in jest once more, aiming my tip at her lips.

“Yes..”

“For you, I am..” The brunette purred, dipping her face out of sight as she gently suckled on my sack.

The visual stimulation of watching Emma getting banged and passed around together with Bianca leisurely feeding between my legs nearly hit as hard as purple mist as I allowed myself to thrust upwards into the racer’s throat. The two had Emma pinned between them in a mishmash of entangled legs and slapping flesh, permeated by only the cries of the starlet.

“Ughhh..Ughhhh..Ohhhh..Ohhhhh..”

“It’s ok..I want you to..I want you to..”

“Come in me..Sir..come in me..” The birthday girl panted, gazing lazily up at her pleasure provider whose face was contorted in uncontrollable pleasure

“Do..do as she says..” I barked from my chair, fully sheathed between Bianca’s lips.

The Filipina was mauling me, clearly having learnt a few tricks since being away, providing one of the best no hand blowjobs I had ever received in my life, a fact I would be keeping to myself as I leaked endlessly along the inside of her bulging cheeks.

“No..no..”

“Ughh..she has to come first..” 

“The birthday girl has to come first.” The entrepreneur grunted in response, groping Emma’s tits in the process as he hit her deep causing her to scream in pleasure.

“Omigod..Yesss..”

“OMIGODDD YESSS..”

“Hit me right there..right there..RIGHT THEREEE!!” 

“I’m comingg…I’m fucking COMINGGG!” Emma yelped, her cries drowned out by the powerful growl of Sval below her, impaling her ass on his cock as he orgasmed deep inside her bowels.

“Tighter..tighter..keep it tighter!” The Russian grunted, spreading her cheeks wide open before funneling his seed into the back of the starlet’s anal cavity as she came full circle hitting her climax at the peak of her moans.

“Holy..shit..”

“Holy crap..”

“That was..intense..” Emma gasped, flopping over on her side, letting the entrepreneur have his leisurely way with her twitching pussy. 

Cum leaked from her backdoor upon Sval’s swift exit, drawing a hum from the racer girl between my legs as she swirled her tongue along the ridge of my helmet.

“You’re not leaving the driver's seat till you give me a taste.” The brunette demanded in a low vibrating tone, pleasuring me with the warmth of her mouth, wrapped securely around the girth of my cock.

From thereon in I was locked in on the racing beauty, letting the other three do their thing, hearing another grunt of ecstasy as Emma finished another one of them on her tits.

“Tell me when..” Bianca whispered into my tip, sucking me just below halfway until I reached her tonsils.

Smooth as silk she slid her tongue all the way along the underside of my cock, forcing my shaft to fit, choking slightly on the way. That competitive drive to copy the birthday girl was my gain, straining at the end of my wits as she gorged herself.

“Just your mouth..”

“No hands Bia..no hands..” I grunted, leaning over her to secure her wrists in place as I proceeded to thrust myself down her throat.

“Echhh..Echhhhh..ECHHHHH..” Bianca spluttered, coughing up threads of saliva.

“Sorry..it’s been a while.” She smiled, wiping her lips.

“Really? So you haven’t had it off with either of these two yet?” I smirked.

“Would it make you jealous if I had?” The brunette winked, blowing kisses down my spit covered shaft.

I played Bianca’s words over in my head again, toying with the word jealousy. For as long as I could remember it was not really in my makeup to feel envious of anything, or anyone. If I saw something I liked I grabbed it with both hands. Teardrop and I had grown up like that..fighting for everything we had. It made us strong, mentally and physically, but I knew now the cost of it all, leaving me short in the emotional space. It was why I found it difficult showing my true feelings towards Emma, why I couldn’t say the words she was desperate to hear. All this was twirling around in my head as Bianca sucked relentlessly on my cock, drawing me back into the present with a sharp nibble of her teeth. 

“Well? Does it make you jealous?” She repeated.

I shook my head, enjoying her pursed lips hoovering my twitching meat, before she pulled the biggest trickshot I had ever seen, cramming my entire length along with my sack into her tiny mouth, making me fuck her face till the point of no return.

“MMPHH..MMMPHH..MMMPPHH..AHHHH..”

“CUM!” Bianca demanded, spitting me out in slobbering glory before double fisting me to the finish line.

“You..you..”

“You..cheeky..fffff..”

“Fuckkk..Yessss..” I growled, taking stock of her request and exploding all over her lips and temple.

My cum plastered her within a few spurts, dripping off the racer’s chin in a milky explosion.

“I forgot how messy you were.” She mused, licking the tip of my prick like a lollipop.

“Yes..well it’s good to have you back.”

“Are you here for long?”

“Really, small talk after head, maybe you have grown while I’ve been away.” Bianca laughed.

She nodded over at the trio on the bed, cleaning what was left of my cream that I had deposited on her face, straddling me in the chair.

“Let’s get you back in the game, shall we?” She winked, riding me in reverse and backing her shapely rear onto my lap.

I held her by the hips, guiding my semi hard prick into her warmth.

“Do you know the difference between me and rain?” I asked Bianca as she adjusted me inside of her.

“Mmm..no.”

“What?” She sighed, flexing her folds.

“I don’t need water to make you wet.” I smiled, reaching around to rub her throbbing clit sending a stream of pussy juice leaking out of her tight little sex.

“Ughh..fuckkk..Diceeee..” Bianca mewed, shaking at the legs as I grew to full length inside her, catching the trio's attention.

Grinding her cervix on the tip of my prick was enough to send her over the edge, closing me down like a gegen press and trapping me inside her womb.

“You..you still know the spot..” The brunette gasped, pushing back on my length, fucking herself on it.

I grabbed her breasts and thrusted, feeling me penetrate her deep, pressing out her stomach as I hit maximum depth, drawing an ego boosting gasp from the birthday girl, spread eagled on the sheets.

“Told you guys already..”

“She likes it from the back.” I addressed the other two.

Sval was about to bury himself inside her ass, having already enjoyed it once before.

“You heard him..”

“I like it from the..”

“Ohhh..easy..”

“Easy..”

“Shit..Mmm..Yess..”

“Yes..Yes..Yesss..”

“Just like that..nice and deep..”

“Grind it inside me..”

“Grind that dick inside me.” Emma gasped, rolling her hips in the figure of eight as the entrepreneur slid his length inside her from behind.

She fluttered her eyes upon the first few strokes with her pussy giving off the sloppiest sounds getting penetrated. If I had to bet my house on it, the guys had already deposited multiple loads in there, proved by the creamy trickle of seed trickling down her inner thighs as Tron and her mated. His hands covered every inch of her pert little mounds, squeezing them with a passion, driving into her with purpose.

“Fuck that feel’s so good..”

“Keep going..” Emma mewed, fucking him back with her toned rump.

The slapping flash was hypnotising, watching the two fuck in unison. The pleasure, immeasurable on her face, thoroughly enjoying her birthday gifts as the entrepreneur reached around and rubbed her between her sopping folds, teasing the brunette’s pussy lips.

Not to be outdone, the Russian took his spoils as well, positioning himself front and centre of the starlet. She knew what he craved, but decided to play hard to get.

“Do you want me to blow you?” Emma smouldered.

“Yes..” Sval replied curtly.

She jerked his shaft a couple of times, barely able to contain his girth with her grip.

“Then you have to ask..pretty boy.” The brunette winked, feigning to pull away.

“Mouth..put me in your mouth.” Sval replied with more of a statement than a question.

“Ughhh..I like..”

“I like your forwardness..”

“Now..Ahhhh..”

“Shove it down my throat.” She demanded.

“And you..Sir..”

“Don’t stop fucking me till you..” Emma stumbled over her words, interrupted by a pulsing shaft, slid straight down her oral orifice.

“Enough small talk.”

“We do what we came here for.” The Russian grumbled, spamming the brunette’s tonsils with his prick.

“Mmmph..Mmmphh..AHHHAA..AHAAAA..MMPPHH” 

Emma was in a dazed state, spit roasted by the two like she was on a rotisserie. Limbs flailed and flesh clashed as Tron turned up the tempo, slapping the brunette's cheeks from behind with each heavy thrust of his hips.

“I’m going to make you come..”

“I’m going to make you come again..” He groaned in her ear, triggering a carnal desire within Emma as she bucked and grinded herself on his lap, taking him to the back of her cunt before chowing down a mouthful of cock.

“Aaahhh..Aaaahhh..Ahhhhh..” 

“Pleaseee..”

“Yeahhh..Yeahhh..Yeahhh I wannit..”

“I wannit..”

“Mmphhh..make me come..”

“Make my birthday pussy comeee..” She howled before getting her throat stuffed with another helping of Russian meat.

The three were operating in perfect sync, where one vacated, another entered ensuring Emma was constantly filled, but like all things, it could only last so long. Sval was the first to show his cards, tensing his lower half as he grappled Emma’s locks and shoved himself as deep as possible before unloading at the back of her throat. Like a Jenga tower, the pieces fell all at once, choking on his pulsing shaft, the starlet spewed seed from her nose and lips, bucking against Tron as he too released inside her, flooding her pussy in semen which pushed her over the edge. The groans were consistent, one after the other in an orchestra choir arrangement, before abruptly ending in one climactic grunt in unison from the two men, pumping Emma till they were empty.

Sitting on the edge of the bed and parting her legs for me, she showed me the mess they had made, leaking from her folds and mouth in sexual fluids, with thick tributaries of spunk trailing over her bronze, youthful skin. She was a mess..a gorgeous, filthy mess.

“Thank you for your service men.”

“We’ll be in touch.” I spoke, without ever glancing at the two guys who had just demolished the starlet on her birthday.

No, my attention was firmly fixed on Emma, who was sitting upright, legs spread, fingering her pussy whilst I methodically took Bianca from behind. The racer girl sat on my lap, grinding against my hips, letting me write my name in cum along her tight, vaginal walls. I was close and so was she, picking up the pace with a wicked flick of her hips, moving up the gears like a pro.

“Thank you for your service?” Bianca chuckled, leaning back on my chest as my hands explored her breasts, adding an upward thrust at the end, slapping her cervix.

“Ughhhh..fuck that felt good..” She gasped at the sudden impact, bending over to touch her toes.

“She wants it..” Emma mused, sucking on her cum stained fingertips as she watched us intently.

The two guys had just left, leaving through the side door with a smile on both their faces. This was a happy camp today, eyeing the birthday girl all the way as I proceeded to pump my dick into Bianca’s tight womanly cunt from below.

“Oohhhhh..GODDDDD..” 

“FUCKK YESS..”

“YESSS..YESSSS..”  The racer chanted, taking a pounding from my cock, splitting her pussy apart with each thrust.

Her ass was sore, I could tell by the red marks on her usually tanned cheeks, glowing like a red signal at the traffic lights but everything right now screamed go go go. Pinning my leaking tip against her womb I continued to force myself deeper, stuffing her sex with my meat until I heard her wince.

“Rub your clit..rub it..” I gasped in ecstasy.

She whimpered in response, buckling at the knees as I folded her like a deck chair, pummeling her pussy for all I was worth. Emma lay back, showing me the inside of her creamy cunt, fingering herself frantically to get herself off in time with Bianca and I.

“Work through the tightness Bia.”

“Work through it..” I gritted my teeth, throbbing between her folds.

“Comeee..Ughhhh..Comeee..”

“COMINGGG..” She wailed into the ground rising onto her tiptoes as I picked her up and dumped her on top of Emma, screwing my cock to the back of her cunt, whilst forcing her to eat the tennis star out.

“Me..Me..too..” I groaned loudly, pinning her face between the birthday girl’s quivering thighs as I worked her pussy till the point of no return.

Grabbing her dirty blonde locks, I pushed Bianca harder into Emma’s slick, creamy folds, all the while unloading between her legs. Each spurt of seed splattered against her cervix, leaving its mark, continuing to thrust till I had nothing left.

Bianca turned around after a long while, flustered. Her hair messed up and unkempt, wiping the milky mixture of Emma’s pussy juice and two men’s ejaculate off of her full red lips.

“It’s nice to see you again Dice..”

“Mmm..Emma..happy birthday again.” She smiled, turning around to give us one lingering glance, patting my groin in the process.

“I’m around for a bit..”

“Call if you need.” She blushed, leaving Emma and I alone.

We lay there for a moment, having been at it for well over two hours at this point, the rest was welcomed.

“Call me if you need, hey?” Emma raised her eyebrows.

“What did you whisper in her ear earlier?” She followed up, tracing the outline of my pec with her fingertips.

“Wouldn’t you like to know..” I replied, fishing out a vial of purple mist from the bedside table and sliding it casually between her legs.

It slipped in with little fuss, disappearing in a sea of grool and semen, warm in the oven you could say.

“Staying silent huh?”

“Well maybe I will too..”

“Maybe..I won’t let slip who I have lined up to distribute our product in the tennis world.” Emma teased, pushing the glass vial half way out her pussy.

“Let me guess..the ballboy at Wimbledon?” I teased her, ringing her soles to my feet and sucking on her big toe.

She knew how to drive a hard bargain, evident from the early days where she negotiated her cut of the profits straight off the bat. This situation however was different, with sex on the table rather than money. 

“Mmm..not exactly. She did win Wimbledon though.”

“Tall..leggy..”

“Just how I like them.” I interrupted, running my palms along the inside of her thighs and spreading them.

“Blonde.” Emma scoffed.

“So..what did you tell her?” She persisted, clenching her folds, making them cream.

“Are you two still in competition?” I laughed, much to the brunette’s embarrassment, blushing in the process.

“Shush you..” Emma grumbled, unscrewing the slippery glass vial and inhaling the purple mist into her lungs.

Just on cue, the drug took hold within a few seconds, dilating her pupils and softening her stance. With shoulders back and elbows planted behind her I watched the chemicals work their magic, taking Emma on a trip she had ridden a thousand times over. Primed and relaxed, she was ready to be fucked, opening her legs wider for me to penetrate her sex, still creamy and wet from all the excitement.

“I asked her what the difference between me and rain was.” I replied in turn, brushing the tip of my dick along the warm, slick entrance of her welcoming cunt.

“Ughhh..”

“Uh huh..”

“So what’s..what’s the difference?” The brunette cooed, taking my crown and bathing it in her sexual fluids.

“I don’t need water to make you wet.” I whispered into the soles of her feet, licking her arch as I pushed my dick inside her.

The statement rang true as it did for Bia with a warm, moist welcome, drawing me into her sex. It was like sticking my cock into a steaming sauna, hot and sticky. I pushed the previous occupants' load out of her slit, forcing it to vacate her womb as I replaced it with my meat. 

The milky concoction pooled between her legs, making that puckered sticking sound as I gave her the tip and then some, sliding just about half way in to get the birthday girl accustomed to my girth, stretching out her swollen labia.

Emma glared at me with impatience, pressing the ball of her foot into my mouth in frustration at the hold up in penetration, for making her wait.

“Shall I fuck you from behind?” I asked, adding more seconds to stoppage time.

“Nnnn..no..”

“I want to look at you as you come inside me..”

“Mmm..then I want you to take my ass..and do the same.”

“I want you to pump me..”

“Pump me full of that gorgeous cock milk.”

“Mmm..baby..don’t make me wait..” She cooed as I held my stance.

“Say it..” I replied coolly, rocking in situ.

“I’m..I’m your birthday whore..”

“Ughh, your filthy..dirty..”

“Birthday whore.” Emma purred, looking me dead in the eyes as I slid myself deeper.

“Ffffff..fuckkkk..yesss..I’m ready..”

“I’m ready..”

“Dice..baby..I’m ready..”

“My pussy’s ready..”

“Ughhh..give it to me..”

“Give it to me just like that babe..”

“Ughhh..give it to me.”

“Give me all of that dickkkkk…OHHHHH..” She cried, planting her shoulders back on the damp sheets as I wasted little time getting up to speed.

With her legs over my shoulder, I folded the brunette up like a picnic table and gave it to her just as she liked it, hard and deep, slapping my balls off of her throbbing clit as my dick explored the depths of her warm, creaming cunt.

“Do you like the way I fuck you?”

“Hmm..the way I fuck your tight little birthday pussy?” I groaned, spamming her cervix with the tip of my cock.

“Ahhhhh..Yesss..Yesss..YESSS.”

“I like it..I love it!!”

“Ffff..Finger Me..”

“Finger me as you fuck me..Dice..pleaseee..” Emma begged, taking it between her quivering legs as I anchored each thumb on either side of her glistening folds.

Pulling outwards on her labia, I exposed the pinkest parts of her sex, peering into her wetness, watching my shaft disappear inside her. I fucked her on repeat like this, stretching her wider with my thumbs, adding spit to the equation ejecting a large ball of saliva straight into her vagina.

“Yeah you do..”

“Yeah you like that..”

“You love how I open you up..open you whore pussy up..and fill it full of cock..”

“Say it..”

“Say it Emma..say it..” I demanded, fucking at her full pelt now, feeling the sharp clench of her cunt and the steep pushback of her womb amidst the battering from my tip.

“Ughhh..opennn..”

“Open my whore pussy up..”

“Open me up and fill me with your cum..”

“Ughhh..fill me with your cum baby..”

“Fill me with your cum!!” Emma howled, closing her eyes as I wrapped my left hand around her neck and squeezed, tightening her cunt that much more, sending both of us over the edge.

“HAPPY..FUCKING..BIRTH..DAY!!” I grunted, releasing my seed into her womb and covering her vaginal walls in my seminal fluids.

“Omigod I’m coming..”

“I’m coming..I’M COMINGGG!” She wailed, slipping in a cry of pleasure before I resumed my hold of her throat.

I kept on fucking her, drilling my dick into her spasming pussy till she came hard on my pulsing cock. Her screams internalised by my grip, showing on her sweaty face and fluttering eyes as  I pumped her birthday pussy full of sperm, forcing swathes of thick milky ejaculate into her ripe tender uterus.

“Echhh..Echhh..ECHHHHH..”

“I..I..”

“I love it when you choke me..”

“It gets me so horny..”

“So God Damn wet you could hold a pool party down there.” Emma giggled, catching her breath.

She wasn’t lying, her pussy was soaked. Drenched in my freshly discharged load and frothing woman grool I was tempted to take a sample and drip it in her mouth. She read my mind, nodding silently, agreeing to my sickly thoughts.

“Let me taste it..”

“Let me taste you.” She purred, wriggling those athletic hips of hers and sliding me out.

Vacating her womb had never felt so wrong, somehow feeling less than whole not being intrinsically connected to her most intimate part. I dipped my fingers between her legs and then my face, dragging an unholy lick along her puffy pussy lips to collect her prize before dripping the sticky mess into her open mouth.

“Mmm..salty..now..”

“Feed it to me with your dick..” She said with a cheeky smile. 

Scraping what was left of my load from the walls of her womb I straddled the brunette’s face and arched my back, giving her the tip to do as she pleased, polishing my meaty crown with her over active tongue. Like a kitten she lapped at it, dispatching every last drop of milk before proceeding to give me a slow, swirling, no hands blowjob. 

“Fuck sake..that’s it..eat it..”

“Ughhh..eat that dick Emma..” I groaned, letting gravity do its work as I hunched over her, bracing my hands on the wall.

“Mmm..Mmm..Mmmmm..”

“Gluck..Gluckk..Gluckkk..Gluckkk..Ahhhhh..”

“I love how hard your cock gets when I use my mouth.” She beamed, jerking me slowly with her dominant hand whilst slowly encircling my swollen tip with her soft, pink lips.

“Shall I get the boys back in to run another train on you?” I asked, shifting my weight back, making her work for it.

Fingering her sex she just stared back at me with a mouthful of my dick, bulging her cheeks. Content with just sucking on my piece, I let her drain me of ore cum for a few precious moments before repeating the question.

“So is that a yes or a no to Tron and Sval coming back in?” I laughed, met with a gentle shake of the head.

“Right now I want you..”

“Just you..”

“Although it was kinda mind blowing getting absolutely destroyed earlier..”

“Mmm..but right now I want my Dice.”

“I want him right here..” She purred, raising her hips and pulling her golden cheeks apart, showing me exactly where to put it.

With her anus puckered and wanting, I wasted no time in sliding myself inside, working my cock halfway in a single stroke, watching for Emma’s desperate groans.

“UGHHHH..”

“Fuckkk..baby..stretch me..”

“Yes..stretch that ass..” The brunette whined, flailing her legs in my face as I clapped her cheeks hard.

“TWACK..TWACK..TWACK..TWACK.” Emma’s tanned buttocks rippled, coupled with a satisfying moan with each pump of my dick, letting me know I was fucking her right.

“Mmmore..moree..moreee.”

“More dickkk..give me more dick..”

“Give me more dickkkk..” The starlet sighed, pleading for an extra serving of cock served straight down her anal chute.

“Whatever you need, birthday girl..”

“Whatever you need!” I gasped out loud, flexing my raging boner inside her tightened rectum.

Splitting her open from the bottom up had fast moved from a favoured pastime to an absolute mission of mine, ploughing forcefully into her narrow hole until her fleshy pink entrance inflamed, swelling around my searching cock. Twitching inside her, I violently flipped her around, planting the brunette's face in the sheets and raising her ass up to meet my thrusts. It was a domineering display of authority on my part, something I knew she appreciated, heeding to my wants as I pumped her tight shitter from behind.

“Fuckk..fuckk..fuckkk..FUCKKK.” 

“BABY..BABYYY..YESSS..YESS!” Emma screamed, muffling her cries into the damp duvet, soaked in all sorts of bodily fluids.

The bed was more wet than dry which was the same for her anal cavity, laced in my seed, acting as a natural lubricant as I stuffed her with my meat. Clashing with her golden cheeks, my balls throbbing at the abrasive nature of my thrusts, constantly getting rubbed up against her smooth, supple skin, causing friction that only heightened the pleasure.

“Rub..rub my clit..”

“Ughhh..rub my clit..” Emma gasped, shaking like a woman possessed as I tended to her sex, sloshing my fingers around in her juicy cunt, frigging away at her engorged clitoris.

“OHHHHH..BABY!!!”

“DICEEEE!!” She wailed, on the brink of orgasm.

“Am I hitting the spot Emma?”

“Fucking you right!?” I gritted my teeth, drilling my pulsing shaft deeper and harder into the athlete’s shapely rump.

“Please baby, come inside me!!”

“Come inside me!”

“UGHHH..COME INSIDE ME!” Emma cried, bucking and grinding on my lap, fucking me back with her tight little hole squeezing the life out of me as she came.

Leftover cake sat tempting me on the bedside table, an opportunity I could not turn down, snatching the perfectly cut slice up of the plate and slapping it all over the birthday girl’s golden frame, smearing it into her tanned crack as I forced my spasming cock into her bowels one final time, pounding her with pure aggression, allowing my orgasm to run rampant.

“Omigod..Omigoddd..”

“Shittt..I can feel you filling me.”

“I can feel your cum filling me..”

“Don’t..don’t stop. Treat me like the whore that I am..”

“Fill my filthy whore ass..Dice..UGHHHH!” Emma grunted, my full bodyweight pushed down upon her shoulders, grinding my dick into inside her overflowing rectum now filled with my milky seed.

“Happy birthday..” I whispered in her ear, kissing her lightly on the cheek.

“Holy shit..”

“Ohh my God..” The brunette panted, remaining on all fours, her back arched, covered in buttercream.

“Call..call them back in..”

“I want..”

“I want you boys at the same time..”

“All three of you inside me, fucking me till the morning light.” She pouted, her expression ravenous, with a lustful appetite that just wouldn’t quit and I loved her more for it.

To be continued..

Chapter Text

The Following is Fanfiction and should be taken as such. This story follows on from Emma Raducanu And Bianca Bustamante - The Fast Lane

The package was on the move. Sat on a circular wooden stool I waited for the dropoff. There were no comms from here on in, just an inherent trust that Jennie would deliver on her word. I insisted on it as a safety precaution, just in case our dear George was to catch on to any stray messages being sent while in his presence. The night was cold, crisp, biting into the bone with its chill factor. It left frost on the ground with pockets of black ice scattered around the place to add that bit of jeopardy when traversing around the derelict building site. This place was meant to be a block of flats in the middle of Wembley but funding dried up, leaving everything half done and unfinished, a bit like my dealings with the White Wolf and his kin.

Emma was back in the apartment, safely recovering from her birthday drilling. It was semi planned that way, entertaining her so hard on her birthday and weeks that followed it rendered her too knackered to try and insert herself into tonight’s event. The girl was driven by revenge, driven by rage the anger clouded her judgement. I just told her we wanted George alive for information on his father which was true in part. This was to prevent her from doing something rash or demanding for his head which I’m sure she would. There was a time and place for that, he would get his comeuppance. In truth my plan was much more basic than that, a simple yet tried and true technique. Capture a crucial member of the enemy and use that to flush them out. You couldn’t get higher than the prized son of the devil himself.

The crackle of fracturing ice turned my attention towards the two shipping containers acting as somewhat of an entrance into this shithole. A car pulled through the gap, nearly skimming the sides and clipping the mirrors off. The driver was definitely not B, but a distant second choice. Eileen had made it a condition that she was personally involved, something about wanting to contribute more after my passing comment surrounding her increasing time spent with her professor.

Coming to a stop right beside the spot where I was perched, I made my way around the back, opening the passenger door at the front and stepping inside. Staring back at me with a smug look all over her face, Eileen nodded her head, motioning to the back. George was most definitely in town, splayed out on his back getting sucked off by the K pop princess spiralling her tongue all over her bell end.

“Told you, you could trust me.” Eileen shrugged.

A smile was hidden under that stoic demeanor. Competitive in the extreme, her medals were proof of that, Olympic champion and all that jazz. But gold trinkets held little weight in the grimy underworld. The uninitiated would lead you to believe that money bought power, but I had been in this game long enough to know that it was information that held the key. That and being first to market. Today however was just some good old fashion black bag business, sitting in the front waiting for Jennie to finish her business.

“Shall I ask them to hurry up?” Eileen offered, peering restlessly through the blackened window into the back.

“No..let him have his last bit of fun.”

“Besides..it's all downhill for him from here on in.” I smirked, tightening my grip around the black bag in my side pocket.

The sounds of sucking continued, growing louder with each passing moment with gagging cue’s being thrown into the mix as George roughly manhandled the singer, throat fucking her whilst on his back.

“ACKK..ACKK..ACKKK..ACKKKK..”

“MMMMPHHH..BLURGHHH..” Jennie coughed, her face covered in spittle, glancing at me in the side mirror with a knowing look.

Men were easy when it came to sex. Defences down, senses dulled, apart from the one between our legs. George didn’t even notice I stepped into the front, helped by the blackout windows, but even if they were clear, he would be too preoccupied to clock on.

“Let me.Baby..let me ride you..”

“Let me ride that hard cock..” Jennie gasped, wiping her lips.

She was so flirtatious, so convincing, I almost felt bad about what would unfold in the next few minutes.

“Good..good idea..”

“It’s what I pay you for, right?” George snorted, head hanging off the edge of the seat as the brunette positioned herself in reverse cowgirl.

I had a clear view of Jennie through the darkened window, locking eyes with the vixen before her descent. Legs splayed open and arms planted firmly on George’s chest, her tiny ballerina torso did enough to block his sight of me in the front. She was getting a kick out of this. The secrecy, the deception, quivering at the lip before slowly engulfing her lover’s cock with her slick, moist pussy lips. 

“Ooohhhh..babyyy..”

“You’re sooo..fucking big G..”

“I don’t think It’ll fit.” She winked at me, making light of his Lil G moniker.

“Yeah? You like that bitch?”

“That hard Western cock up your tiny asian pussy?”

“Tell me you want it..tell me you want that little asian pussy bred like the pay as you go slut that you are..” George strained, flexing his hips up to meet the drop Jennie’s hourglass frame.

“Ughhh..I love ittt!”

“I love it sooo fucking muchhh..” She groaned, looking me in the eyes as I felt my zipper go down.

It was Eileen, her lips parted homing around my tip, before clamping down with a slick pop as she proceeded to suck me.

“What happened to your professor boyfriend..eh?” I scoffed, enjoying the tongue show she was performing on my slit.

“Mmmm..we..we have an open door policy.” The Olympian hummed, taking another inch of cock down her throat as she gently yanked on my orbs.

Much like George in the back seat and any red blooded male on the face of this earth, my sense shit off, focused solely on the wet warmth wrapped around my prick. I ignored the fact that Eileen got on my nerves at times, the rashness in the beginning, all that, I swept under the carpet, concentrating on giving her as much dick as she could handle inside that gold medal winning mouth of hers.

“Ohhh God I’m coming..”

“Fuckkk, Jennie I’m coming..”

“Bitch I’m fucking coming.”

“Take that seed baby..”

“Take that seed in your Asian pussy..” George grunted, presumably finishing inside her as Jennie whined and purred in response, slapping her pussy lips on his pelvis to ride out the last orgasm he would have in a while.

What followed next was the closing of the partition together with Eileen lifting her head up from my cock just long enough to flick a switch on the dash. Purple mist started to flood the rear compartment, but not the usual brand but a special strain.

In step with our plans Jennie covered her mouth, lifting herself off of his limp prick before smothering with her cunt lips. She gave him room to breathe in the mist whilst forcing the fresh load he had just deposited inside her down his throat.

It took less than thirty seconds for the effect to take hold, rendering the poor guy unconscious in the back as I opened the back windows from the front, letting the gas out.

“Well that was fun.” Jennie giggled, squatting on the balls of her feet whilst rubbing her velvet smooth pussy.

“Now what?” She smirked a pair of donning a pair of playboy style bunny ears as the mist cleared.

“Now?”

“Now we get him upstairs and call the waiting crew to move in.” I sighed, reluctantly pulling my cock from between Eileen’s hungry lips.

“I was enjoying that..” The Olympian frowned.

“Yeah..well that’s what you get for staying up late on a school night.” I teased, slapping my spit covered prick on her reddened cheeks and zipping up.

My heart felt lighter, knowing we had just bagged one of the most important people in the game. George lay lifeless and limp, starfished on the floor of the limo with all his bits hanging out.

“Shall we dress him back up?” Jennie asked, staring at his nakedness with amusement.

“Nah..let's leave him like this.”

“His western genetics can make him sick.” I snorted, drawing a laugh out of the singer.

“You girls stay down here. Wait for the team to arrive.”

“I’ll set him up upstairs.” I nodded, bagging George’s head in an opaque sack and securing his wrists and ankles in metal wiring.

I wanted the restraints to dig into his skin, pulling them tight so they embedded themselves in his flesh. Leaving the girls in the car, I dragged George’s sorry ass up two flights of stairs, slamming him down on a plastic chair then tying him to that, followed by a concrete pillar to boot. He was not getting out of this one anytime soon.

The limo horn blared, two long beeps, peering down to see two of our men making their way up. I would pay George a visit tomorrow, tonight he was staying up here, to soak up the London experience. You could admire the arch of Wembley stadium from here, the greenlights dotted along its crescent lit up the dark sky amidst the autotune garbage of another nameless boy band playing at the famous arena.

“Keep an eye on him.”

“No water..no food..no contact.” 

“Radio silence.”

“If he makes too much noise, rough him up a bit.”

“There’s masking tape in the bag to seal his maw too.”

“I will be back tomorrow to welcome our guest properly.” I instructed.

The two burly men were acquaintances I had known from childhood. Brothers actually. In times where Teardrop was unavailable, they would be my default solution.

“Gentlemen, have a good evening.” I nodded, turning to leave.

Eileen was still in the front, spinning the keys of the car around and around on her index finger. I went to snatch them but the little minx closed her fist at the last second.

“You..kinda owe me something.”

“For what? Not messing up?” I teased, knowing it would rile her up.

“What is it with you? Why are you always mean to me?”

“You know a simple thankyou would suffice just once Dice..MMMPHHH..”

“You know what your problem is Eileen?”

“You talk..way too fucking much.” I grinned, pulling my cock out and shoving it down her wanting throat

 She took it like the champion that she was, gripping me firmly with her dominant hand while her mouth did the rest, digging that tongue underneath my foreskin, making me leak in her hot mouth.

Basking as the centre of attention again, that’s all she wanted, that, and praise, and while I gave her more of a hard time than most, she sure knew how to suck dick, bobbing those pink lips of hers up and down as my balls slapped methodically against her chin.

“Mmmphh..Mmphh..Mmmphhh..”

“Ahhh..did you miss my mouth?” The brunette giggled, making me leak with the pressure of her lips.

“Not..not when you’re speaking.” I hit back, shoving my dick right to the back of her throat, using that potty oral orifice of hers as my personal fleshlight.

“ACKK..ACKKK..ACKKKK…ECHHH..” 

Securing the back of her head with my hand I proceeded to pump her face like her mouth owed me a lifelong debt, stroking so hard between her fresh lips I threatened to make scrambled eggs of her brains with each furious thrust of my hips.

This was facial abuse, glancing down at Eileen, her eyes soft, yet determined, desperate to drain me dry as she consciously narrowed her throat by tilting her chin skywards. The tip of my prick gouged the ceiling of her mouth, attaching itself with a sticky helping of precum on her tonsils, nearly making her gag, before I swiftly withdrew to hear the popping sound of my exit.

“What? Better than Emma, right?” Eileen sniggered, unleashing a hurricane of tongue strikes along my piss slit, buckling me at the knees.

She knew she had me, but other than that small jerk of the hips I gave nothing else away, wrestling control back with a swift tug of her locks, tightening her maw around my girth.

“Do you kiss your professor with that mouth?” I retorted, forcing my way back in, this time triggering snot to come barreling out of her left nostril.

“His cock is more seasoned than yours.” She smirked, slathering me with spittle.

“Ahhh..so you suck him like this too?”

“This dirty little mouth get you A grades?” I grinted, beginning to throb.

“Mmm..no baby.”

“I’m on an entire different level to those other bitches in my class.” Eileen purred, sliding her lips halfway down my shaft in anticipation of my orgasm.

“Fuck it..Fuckkk..” I growled, letting her have it as I ejaculated fiercely down her throat.

Cum exited her nose again due to the sheer amount of sperm I had just pumped into her oral orifice, dripping down her upper lip and onto her chin but still the girl was unrelenting.

“You..you did good today.” I sighed pleasurably.

“I know.” Eileen smiled, kissing my prick with a quick peck.

“Ahem..”

“I’m going to be late for my next client.” Jennie spoke from the backseat.

She was still wearing the bunny ears, still naked, still horny. That cock and bull story about another client was just to let me know she was still there. 

“That’s funny..I thought I had booked you up for the whole night?” I replied with raised eyebrows.

“Mmm..baby, but you haven’t paid me yet?” The singer laughed.

“Come now..you and I both know you don’t take cash.” 

“True..I don’t.”

“Not with you anyway.” She whispered, eyeing up the purple vials on the dashboard.

I scooped them up, all five including Eileen, throwing the Olympian in the back with us.

“Ohhh..you want to get high, is that it?” I studied the K-Idol.

Her slit had since dried from its last inhabitant, looking for a refill in my mind as she crawled on all fours over to me.

“Open it.” The brunette spoke with excitement.

“Your pussy..or these vials?” I delayed, rolling them in my hands, just out of reach.

“Well..you won’t be opening much of me like that.” Jennie teased, glancing at my semi erect cock.

“And yet it’s still bigger than the one you just had.” I scoffed.

“It’s not the size of the nail Dice..” She went on.

“No..that’s true. But it helps to have both no?”

“The tools..Ughh..and the technique.” 

“Now go wet that nail so it slides in better” .I groaned, slipping my tip between Jennie’s pink lips.

She took me, like I knew she would, and being a man of my word I dropped the vials, all five of them, releasing the cloudy puffs of purple mist in the tiny compartment we were in, quite literally, stimulating the environment.

“Both of you..suck my cock.” I turned to Eileen, already in place next to the singer as I fed her too.

“Mmm..that's some fat nail you got there Dice.” Eileen winked, trying out a slower approach this time.

“That’s why we share.” I gasped, sliding my dick all the way to the back of her throat before pulling out and doing the same to Jennie.

Irrespective at whether Emma was waiting at home for me or not..this was bliss, taking my time with the both of them. Three pumps turned into four then five. Before I knew it I was facefucking Jennie and Eileen for sets of three at one minute a piece. The former had a filthy mouth, spewing encouragement whilst trying to get me to come by way of anal stimulation. She bittied her fingers knuckle deep inside me whilst taking me all the way. Those singing pipes really got a workout getting stuffed with meat.

“MMMPHH..MMPHH..MMMPHH..MMPHHH.”

“AGHHH..”

“Use it as a pussy babe..”

“Use my mouth like a pussy.” Jennie begged, letting her mouth hang loose as I drilled her tonsils with reckless abandon.

“Eileen..balls..now..”

“Ughh..open up..” I moaned excessively, dipping them into her mouth with a drop of my knees.

The sensation of having them both at the same time felt surreal, combined with the purple mist invading our lungs, everything was heightened. Every lick, suck and swirl of the tongue was compounded, making me throb even more, if that was even possible.

“Gluck..Gluck..Gluck..Gluckkkk..”

“Mmmm..Hmmm..MMMMM.”

Eileen sucked me in, all of me in, both orbs sheathed within her mouth as Jennie did the same, swallowing my shaft with a strained but valiant effort. I looked down and could only hear gulping sounds, the Korean’s lips pressed against my pubic bone together with the gold medalist feeding on my nuts, now adding her fingers up my anal tract. I was about to blow, unload everything I had, gripping the bunny ears atop of Jennie’s head so hard I ended up pulling them off.

“Hehe..are we going to make you come baby?” Jennie purred, her lips sporting my precum, cheeks bulging in my meat.

“Get on top of me and earn your purple mist.” I staggered, unsubscribing from their heavenly lips.

My lower half dripped in spittle, shaft coated and balls drenched in thick layers of bubbly saliva. Eileen read the brief, taking a breather on the sidelines whilst Jennie eased me onto my back. Her body was burning bright hot, pussy even moreso, feeling the heat of her cunt before even entering.

“Are you ready for a real cock Jennie?” I smirked, looking up at her.

“Pfft..men. Men are so competitiveee..Ohhhhhh..” She sighed as I pushed by hips upwards and slid into her from below.

“You were saying?” I smiled, feeding her inch after thick inch of my cock inside her tiny Asian pussy.

“Ohhhh..I definitely..definitely love you long time!!” The singer cooed, whipping her hips back and forth, riding my dick.

I could feel the friction of her cervix, rubbing on my tip. It was so aggressive, so constant, I felt as if we could start a fire down there.

“I’m gonna come deep inside you..”

“Deep inside this Asian cunt!” I grimaced, feeling the hug of her folds desperate attempts to drain me of my ejaculate.

“Hmm..you like raceplay too?”Jennie winked, bouncing her tiny frame off of my lap like a trampoline.

“Emma..Ughhh..Emma is getting into it..” I scoffed, leaking another few pearls of precum inside her pink chamber.

“Still jealous?” She teased.

“Of you?” I shrugged, playing it off.

“Keep riding that dick..no more talk..” I sighed. Grasping her pert buns and burying my thumb inside her anus.

“Ohhhhh..Godddd..”

“Fuck yes baby..”

“Fuck yes..finger my asshole..” Jennie mewed, rocking back and forth, pleasuring herself on my hard throbbing prick.

A pair of familiar lips suddenly flashed across my orbs, ensnaring me into her mouth again as I peered down to see Eileen licking my dick every time the Korean singer rose up my shaft. The brunette was eager, flicking out over my sack, around my anus and finally travelling the length of my cock.

“Mmm..let me lub you all up.” Eileen smirked, easing Jennie off my dick so she could suck on the tip with her hot mouth.

“Sharing..is..caring..right?” I sighed, leaning back to let her suck me.

Humming on my meat, the athlete drew a deep breath through her nose, hollowing out those cheeks of hers as she prepared me for another orgasm. I could barely keep my chest up to watch her do it, a testament of how well she was working me, bobbing that head up and down till there was nothing left but wetness.

“That’s it..I’m gonna come..”

“Eileen..Eileennnn..”

“Fuck..Eileen..I’m about to fucking come..” I grunted, feeling my load stir in my balls.

The Olympian jerked my dick while she sucked the tip, massacring my cock before ducking out at the last minute to make room for Jennie to drop her pussy on my pulsing dick, taking my ejaculate straight up her searing cunt.

“Ohhhh..fuckkk.”

“Ohhhh..yesss..”

“Fuckkkk yesss..flood me baby..flood meee..” Jennie moaned, flexing her folds around my twitching dick, milking me bone dry.

Wrapping my arms around the brunette, I pulled her close, or as best as I could in the reverse cowgirl position, squeezing her sweaty tits in my palms.

“I think..I think we can open a waterpark down there.” The singer laughed, daring to raise her hips just a fraction, triggering a cascade of milky sperm to come rushing out of her slit.

I looked over at Eileen all smug with herself in the corner. She had made me moan her name, something she wore with a badge of honor as that was usually reserved for Emma. One Nil to the Olympian.

“Hey..is it still ok for you to stay out this late on a school night?” I called over.

“Screw you Dice.” Eileen scoffed.

My eyes dropped to her pussy, she knew exactly what I wanted, but I needed to get myself back in the game having already grown soft between Jennie’s creamy folds.

“Just ask and it shall be yours.” The singer mused, customer service at its finest.

“Put me in your mouth again..”

“Make me hard..” I groaned, picking up the nummy ears and placing it back on her head.

“This cock? You want me to suck this cock?” The K-Idol teased, feigning to sheathe me completely.

I had one last vial, reaching out for my jacket, crumpled on the side and unleashing the toxic mist up her willing nostrils. She inhaled it around her simultaneously, drawing my dick between her precious lips, giving ke just what I needed. This was the perfect business relationship. Drugs for pussy, although I doubt at this stage I needed to give her the mist, I could just take her whenever I wanted at this point.

“Just the tip..”

“Suck on just the tip girl..”

“Get me ready for Miss Uptight over there.” I smiled to myself, watching the brunette, capture my crown with pursed lips and lash her tongue along my piss slit, pushing it inside to taste my salt.

“Mmm..baby..”

“I love sucking this cock..” Jennie mewed, giving me the eyes.

One suck, two suck, three suck, four. Over and over again he took me inside, never wandering in her gaze, inhaling my meat along with the purple meat like a pro. Bottoming out on my lap, I held onto her bunny ears and just savoured the feeling of her throat, tightening around my length like a noose. It was so wet in there it felt like her pussy, albeit with teeth, grating along my skin every so often to gain traction.

I bucked in her grasp, shooting a thick thread of precum hurling towards the roof of her mouth where my tip rested, grinding it out till I had regained control of my natural urges.

“Mmmm..I think..”

“I think someone is waiting for you.” Jennie hummed, giving my crown one last, thorough suck before making way to let Eileen straddle me.

She hopped on like she was riding a bike, sinking my flesh between her legs whilst looking back at Jennie, yearning for a kiss. The two clashed tongues, sucking and slurping one another as I held onto her hips, helping guide her athletic body up and down on my shaft.

“Does that feel good, Dice?”

“Ughhh..hows that pussy baby?” Eileen purred, grinding her sex onto my lap.

Her need for approval usually came off a little desperate but right here, right now, perhaps due to the stimulation of her cunt riding hard on my cock, I viewed things a little differently.

Before I could reply she spat in my mouth and started frantically sucking my tongue, grating those razor sharp canines on them as I spread her cheeks and pumped her womb.

“Fuckkkk..Ughhh..Fuckkkk..”

“Keep going..”

“Naaghhh..keep going..”

“Keep fucking me..keep fucking meee.” She wailed, leaning in and shoving her tits in my mouth.

Her nipples were hard, pencil sharp, much like my prick drawing nonsense on the walls of her cunt in white ink, scribbled in a frantic melee feeling the urge to spill grow ever closer.

“School’s out Eileen..”

“Out for the fucking summer!” I growled, opening her ass nice and wide for Jennie to plunge her tongue deep inside. 

“Ohhh Myyyy..”

“Omigod..Omigoddd..FUCKKKK..” Eileen let out, coming hard on my dick, her anal cavity being explored down below.

I could feel Jennie’s tongue pressing against her rectum, making waves inside Eileen’s cunt as I prepared to inseminate her.

“Count to three..” I whispered in her ear, moving her hips from side to side, filling her out completely.

“Aghhh..are you gonna come..gonna come in me now?”

“Mmm..cos’..I want you to..”

“I want it real bad..” The Olympian mewed.

“Just..count..and rub your pussy” I gritted my teeth, gripping her hips and stroking long and hard between her legs.

“Naghhhh..One..”

“That’s right..keep it steady..”

“Ohhhh..two..”

“Hold still Eileen..hold that pussy still.”

“AGHHHH..THREEE..” She wailed, slamming her sex twitching sex down on my shaft, triggering my orgasm as well as hers.

Twitching uncontrollably I held her close and pumped my seed to the back of her womb, shifting her weight towards me whilst thrusting deeper and harder between her legs till her womb was swimming in my semen. It would take an effort to pry us apart, sealed together in sweat, breathing haggard, body wrecked.

“Thaank..”

“Shhh..don’t.”

“You don’t have to.” I interrupted, placing my finger on Eileen’s lips and kissing her on the cheek.

It was my way of saying she did a great job today, something I knew I should do more often.

“So..” Jennie chimed in.

“What about anal?” She smouldered, inhaling the last bits of purple haze and puffing it on my tip.

“Proceed..” I replied, waving Eileen over to straddle my face.

The last thing I saw was her leaking slit and warm breath of the the K -idol about to go to town.

To be continued..

Chapter Text

The Following is Fan Fiction and should be taken as such. This story follows on from Emma Raducanu And Bianca Bustamante - The Fast Lane

Emma was already asleep when I returned, racquet in hand, drooped over the couch in the living room. Scooping her up, being careful not to wake her, I carried her to the bedroom, tucking her in on her side. Although fully healed physically, I felt the mental scars were still there, unable to fully trust her body to get back on the courts. I knew she missed it, even if we both knew professional tennis was most probably off the cards now. Despite this, she still trained like she would have on the circuits, rising up early in the morning to hit some shots at the local tennis club. It was a good distraction from this George stuff, and her quest to get one over on him but I knew once those pretty eyes opened what her first question would be, or that’s what I thought anyway. 

For now I was on a video call to Teardrop. They had tracked the supply cache in Bolivia but still no White Wolf. His mansion up in the jungle seemed like a ruse with no one important coming out for weeks. George’s capture seemed more important now under that light, although how we played it would be crucial.

“So..Eileen was there?”

“And you called her name when having sex.” 

“I have a lovely little audio she sent over this morning.” Emma yawned, pushing her phone across the breakfast table.

“That’s your first question?” 

“Interesting..” I replied, rubbing my chin.

“What? Just saying. I expected Bia to be your driver..or..”

“You?” 

“I can drive!” 

“You can also be emotional..”

“So..nah, I don’t think so. You’re too invested in this one.” 

“Don’t call me emotional Dice, you’re the one who has commitment issues.” She shot back, pouring herself a coffee, smiling to herself while she stirred.

She was right, but today was not the time to walk that path. Instead I dangled a carrot in front of her to switch the topic.

“I’m seeing George in a bit.” 

“We got him secured in the same location.”

Emma remained quiet, her face non reactionary, playing it off as just another Monday. 

“Uh..huh.” 

“That’s good.” 

“Do you want to come?”

Her face lit up for the first time since her birthday, bright eyed and bushy tailed.

“But there are rules.”

“No speaking..no interaction.”

“I’m going to try and break him without letting slip who we are.” 

“Affirmative..” 

“You won’t regret this..I swear.” She beamed, leaping over the table and planting her lips on mine.

She tasted like dry sweat, clearly not showered from last night’s training session, but I liked her that way..dirty, contemplating whether or not to take her on the breakfast bar right there and then until my phone started ringing.

I answered it but she continued to kiss me, dragging her teeth down my cheeks, chin and nape before I was forced to ease her backwards to get a word in. Pouting at me whilst wiggling her hips, Emma found the perfect spot where her labia rested against my shaft, now growing under the increase in friction she was providing.

“Mmm..who is it?” Emma asked, rubbing herself on my morning wood with her cream soaked panties.

“Yes..Ok..Understood..will be there soon.” I spoke through the receiver, trying to keep a level head.

“Dice..who is it?” She cooed, grinding harder on my length.

“Grab your things, we have to go..” I motioned for the door, grabbing the hood of her hips.

It was the boys with their update. George hadn’t spoken all night apparently, even with the rasping cold that must have chilled his bones, evident by the fact he was drifting in and out of consciousness. I wanted to get to him before he fainted save for the small issue of a tactile brunette using every tool in her arsenal to try and get me to engage.

“Thought you wanted to get your own back on George?” I stifled a groan, leaking now at the tip.

“I thought I wasn’t allowed to speak to him?” Emma mocked, purring at the hips.

The wetness of her slit threatened to spill out the sides of her panties, visibly soaking my trousers in a dark wet patch outlining my manhood.

“You’re not gonna quit, are you?” I replied, raising my eyebrow.

“Not a chance..besides..I did wait for you all night, but you were too busy moaning Eileen’s name.” The brunette quipped, pressing her weight down on me, flossing herself on my bulge.

“Ohhh..Eileen..I’m coming..I’m comingg.” She impersonated her friend.

I shot her an unimpressed look, more so that I actually moaned the name in the first place and it was recorded. Knowing Eileen, she would put it as her ringtone just to spite me.

“Finger..me..”Emma whispered, straight and to the point.

“I’ll make you come quick..” I hit back, sliding my hands into her knickers, exploring her tight sex.

“Oooohh..that’s it..”

“That's the ticket Dice.” 

“That's the one.” She cooed, raising her leg off my lap, giving me an angle to fingerbang the shit out of her wet cunt.

Naturally, I obliged, supporting her right thigh in my arms whilst the other wreaked havoc on her internals.

“Fap..Fap..Fapp..FAPPP..”

“I..want..”

“Ughh..I..want you inside me..” Emma moaned in desperation.

Her shoulders caved, back curling into the fetal position as my fingers pistoned in and out of her moist sex at a rapid pace. Her cunt was frothing, folds contracting, trying to grip my assaulting digits but I was too fast, she was going to come.

“FAPP..FAPP..FAPPP..FAPPP”.

“AHHHH..DICE..DICEEE..DICEEEE!” Emma screamed, shriveling up into a sweaty ball as I withdrew my grool slathered fingers.

“I think you need to change.” I winked, eying the breathless brunette with quiet admiration.

“Fucker..” She broke out into a broad smile.

There was a feverish look in her eyes, one of excitement, an enthusiasm I had to curb before we got to George, otherwise I felt there might be sparks that could well snowball into a full blown forest fire.

*****

The place looked different in the light, with the tire marks from where the limo was parked last night still ingrained in the broken concrete. That was the only evidence somebody had been here, the rest was just as it was, eerily quiet for such a big space, lonely..empty.

Emma had calmed since then, not speaking much on our way over here. I still felt the weight of her head on my shoulder and clasp of her hand from the train ride, that tension still in her walk, tentatively following me up to the second floor.

“What..is this place?”

“Feels like a graveyard.” She commented, sticking close to my side.

“Listen. Before we go in. I want you to stay by this doorway until I wave you in. Don’t talk..don’t engage..just watch and listen.” I instructed.

“I swear..” Emma replied, bringing her finger to her lips, dropping that voice of hers to a mere whisper.

You couldn’t see him from here which was intentional on my part. It kept things calm and collected for now. I had been in her shoes before, that feeling of being wronged..cheated, it really boiled the blood, clouded one's judgment.

I brought Emma more out of weakness, subdued by the teasing grinding session she had performed on me in the kitchen, her pussy was my achilles heel.

*****

George barely moved an inch when I entered the room. Smashed out windows let a little light in, illuminating his sweat covered skin. He shivered when the drought of wind hit, siphoning through the many gaps in the abandoned building. Syringes littered the corners, bloody needles and charred foil completed the trifecta, a junkies paradise, out of the way and unseen. 

My foot crushed a shard of glass, giving my presence away to a blindfolded George. I ushered my men to leave us be, walking past Emma, making doubly sure not to ogle at her with their wandering eyes. To their credit they greeted her with a nod, before swiftly making their exit.

“Who’s there?!” 

“Are you Russian?!”

“Are you?!” George called out, his voice firm, yet wavering on the last note.

False confidence or perhaps false hope, either way I remained silent, waiting him out as I stepped nearer. He could feel my proximity, with the breadth of my chest casting a shadow over his face. George tilted his head up at me, threatening to curse, but pulling out at the last second. He was just as I remembered him, a paper tiger with a rich, powerful Daddy.

“Do you know who I am? Who my father is?”

“He will kill you! Whoever you are!”

“I will kill you!” He grit his teeth in defiance.

His arrogance reminded me of all the reasons why I wanted to kill him, it reminded me of that night. Two bullets, two bullets, one for her, one for me. I rewinded the incident in my head, the pain, the betrayal, the feeling of helplessness and dread thinking I could have lost her, then it surfaced. Anger welled up from inside, turning the noise coming from his insolent mouth and reducing it to a muffled squeal. The blade cut deep and true, stopped only by the density of bone preventing me from going further in. 

“AGHHHH..FUCKKKKK..”

“STOPPPP..”

“What do you want??!!”

“What the fuck do you wanttt??” George whimpered in response.

His body slackened, chest caved in, at the foreign object now embedded in his flesh. Still holding the handle, I moved it around, fraying more fibers before swiftly pulling it out with a snap of the wrist, sending blood oozing out of the wound. Emma sniggered out of sight, arms crossed, biting her bottom lip with satisfaction watching the man she saw responsible for our plight squirming in his seat.

“Calm” I motioned towards the eager brunette, chomping at the bit to get a better view.

She took a step..and then another, walking into the slipstream of George’s heightened senses, desperate to get any clues as to who we were and what we wanted. It was a mistake I had not anticipated as he tilted his head towards the oncoming athlete, stopping her in her tracks. Sniffing like a dog, George paused to take his surroundings in, drawing a deep concerted breath from his nostrils, picking up on Emma’s perfume.

“You..” He sniggered, wincing through the pain.

“I should have known it was you..”

“Let me guess? Your washed out boyfriend is here too?”

“The man’s a deadbeat just like your failed tennis career.”

“Tell me..how’s the shoulder these days?” George chuckled maniacally.

His words cut deep, I could see it on her face, bringing a finger up to my lips to promote silence, but it was too late, Emma was on a mission. Striding across the broken glass, the brunette took an almighty swing, arching her arm in a semicircle fashion and striking him in the side of the head. It was more of a slap than a punch but tagged George right on the ear, rupturing his eardrum as a trickle of crimson made its way down his face.

“Pfftt..still as weak as your serve..”

“Can’t believe I was into you..”

“Small tits..zero talent..a flicker of success and you think you can do whatever you want?”

“You think you can beat me?”

“Do you, bitch?” He sneered.

“You..took..EVERYTHING!!” Emma yelled, kicking him to the ground and shattering the chair.

“Don’t..DON’T!”

“He’s mine!” She yelled at me, eyes ablaze with rage, straddling him from above and raining hellfire down with her fists.

The initial defiance died down quickly, putting down George’s insurrection as his face started to swell up like a balloon. Strike after strike echoed around the empty space, with bone crunching bone only encouraging her even more.

“That’s enough..” I finally stepped in, placing my hand on her shoulders.

“It’s over..when I say..it’s over..” She panted, holding his face steady and delivering one final blow that rocked George’s head towards the concrete with a hollow thud.

“I said..enough..” I replied, grabbing her by the arm and stopping the carnage.

Hyperventilating, Emma looked up at me with contempt, her bottom lip quivering as she stood up and stormed out towards the staircase. 

I towered over the fading corpse and kissed my teeth. What I had in my mind regarding squeezing him for information was no longer an option. George wasn’t going to make it, twitching intermittently as he choked on his own crimson fluids. The blindfold had slipped in the melee, revealing his bloodshot eyes, barely able to open as we looked at one another one final time. I couldn’t let his death fall on Emma’s shoulders, despite what she said about getting revenge. It was a burden she would not understand, something I didn’t really want her to either. Placing my foot on the base of George’s neck I applied the full force of my weight, stamping down on his larynx till I felt a sharp snap.

Tilting to the side, George’s face  stared lifelessly towards the stairway, a view I blocked from Emma with a swift side step of my own before fishing out my blade embedded in his thigh.

“Let’s go..we have what we need.” I spoke directly, taking the lead.

Emma tried peeking over my shoulder but I blocked her, ushering us towards the exit. The guys would take care of cleanup whilst I figured out how to play this. One thing was true however, once the White Wolf caught wind of this, it would definitely flush him into the open.

****

With her ankles crossed and hands planted firmly on the seat of the train, Emma sat in silence. We were in the last carriage, neither one of us speaking save recounting what had just unfolded. My mind was racing, trying to figure out our next move but becoming unstuck with thoughts of Emma, and how she was right now. Communication was never my strong point, especially when it came to feelings, but she managed to stir the deepest parts of me, parts I long thought buried. 

“Dice..was he..” Emma started, her eyes clouded, voice unsure.

“No..he wasn’t..”

“I..finished it..” I cut her off.

The heat rose around my collar, feeling like an explosion about to erupt from my temple, seeking relief as she went to counter with another question before I proceeded to reel off everything I had in my mind and my blackest of hearts, this was it.

“You know..killing is not something that comes easy..”

“It leaves a mark..an irreversible mark upon your being..”

“Something that cannot be erased..ever..”

“It can't be taken back.”

“It stays with you..forever.”

“I don’t want that for you..”

“I don’t want you to walk with that shadow hanging over you.” I paused.

“You don’t have to protect me from..” She started.

“But I do..” I cut her off again.

“Why?” She looked at me with watery eyes.

“Because..”

“Because I..love you..” I spoke into the ether.

Like a bolt from the blue, my words cut through the silence, it cut through everything, striking right to the core of Emma as her tears dried up and was swiftly overtaken by a bright and beautiful smile.

“What..what did you just say?” The brunette asked under her breath.

“We both know you heard it. I won’t repeat myself again.” I replied, trying to brush over it.

Emma idled a little closer, her face barely an inch away from mine, hands pawing at mine.

“Say it..”

“Just once..for me..” 

I turned to look at her, remembering that same look on her face when we first met. Mischievously disarming with a naive confidence that took no prisoners.

“Look at me..cos’ I’m only saying this one more time.” 

Giving me her full attention, Emma leaned in even closer, with the warmth of her breath felt keenly on my cheek.

“I love you.” I said without skipping a beat, turning that beam into a full on Cheshire cat grin.

“I knew it..” Emma played it off coolly.

“And thank you..”

“For..”

“I know..” I sighed, taking her hand and squeezing it reassuringly.

Emma squeezed it back, resting it on her knee as The last person departed, glancing nonchalantly in our direction, leaving the carriage empty, without prying eyes.

“You know..”

“If you say it again..I’ll let you fuck me on this train.” She turned to me suddenly.

“Excuse me?”

“Balls in your court Dice..” Emma grinned, checking around us one more time.

I changed tact, reaching for whatever I could grab a hold of, pulling her close.

“Ok..”

“You got yourself a deal.” I replied, just as intensely.

My hands wandered underneath her sports bra, cupping the smooth mounds of flesh underneath as I sought the hardness of her nipples.

“I love..the feel of your tits on my fingers.” 

“That’s not what I..”

“Ughhh..meant..” She sighed, willingly bending over for me.

The sound for the doors started beeping, signalling for them to shut as they thudded closed juxtaposed against my tip now running up and down Emma’s moist slit about to open her up.

“Mmm..stick..”

“Ughh..stick it inside me..” The brunette mewed, rocking back on my hardness trying to get me to penetrate her.

Sweeping her black lycra shorts to the side I decided to tease her, flicking at her folds with the tip of my cock to wet my beak. Emma squirmed with impatience, wriggling her hips with those powerful thighs of hers, eager to feel me fill her.

“Dice please..”

“I need you inside me.” She mewed in desperation.

“And I need you to submit..” I replied in turn, pressing my prick into her fleshy cunt.

“Ughhh I submit..”

“Baby..I submit..” She cooed, reacting to the first inch piercing her pink opening.

“Good girl..” 

“Good girl Emma..”

“Fuck yourself on it..”

“Push back and fuck yourself on me.”

“Fuck yourself on my cock.” I whispered in her ear, grabbing hold of her toned thighs and spreading them wider.

Melting into my lap she grinded her athletic rump on my pelvis, using the tip of my dick as a paintbrush to decorate her cervix in thick, creamy precum.

“Ughhh..finger me..finger my clit..babe..” She gasped, biting her lip as I began to thrust, feeding her luscious sex with inch after hard inch of my throbbing cock until we were in rhythm.

“Can you feel that?”

“Feel me all up in your cunt, Emma?” I gasped, ramming her slit on repeat whilst strumming my fingers along the outer edge of her pulsing clit.

“You’re so hard, baby..”

“You're goddamn hard..don’t stop..”

“Don’t stop..”

“I’m nearly there..I’m nearly there babe..”  Emma moaned, arching her back as I pounded her aggressively from behind, clapping her exposed ass cheeks with my hips as she proceeded to come on my cock.

“Baby..Ohhhh..Babyyy..”

“Ughhh..Ughhh..Ughhhhh…UGHHHHHH..” She screamed, curling up into a twitching little ball, her pussy contracting wildly around my length, with pleasure surging through her body.

The doors opened and an unsuspecting man stepped in at the far end of the carriage.

“Dice..”

“Omigod..Dice..”

“People..there’s people..” Emma gasped as I raised her onto my lap, thrusting once more between her legs.

“Don’t look down..”

“Look over there..”

“Show them that Asian pussy..”

“Show them how you like to be fucked Emma..”

“Show them you’re good for it..”

“Ughhh..that you’re my good whore..” I grunted, extending my hips to get as deep as possible inside her cunt.

The onlooker must have been in his late thirties, early forties, glancing from afar in embarrassment. He shied away at first, pretending to play with his phone but the harder I thrusted the louder Emma moaned, forcing the issue front and centre.

“Ughhh..Dicee”

“Fuckkk..babyyy..” She cried again, spreading her legs for our reluctant guest as his eyes fixated on Emma’s athletic form.

“I..Ughhh..I’m..”

“I’m so fucking horny right now..”

“Dice..Dice..” Emma gasped.

“Do you want us to fuck you?” I whispered into her ear, beckoning the man to come closer.

“Ohhh..fuckkk..”

“Fuck yesss..”

“Fuck yesss I do..” Emma whined, fingering her sex in front of the stranger as he licked his lips with hunger.

“You there..”

“Come here..” I called out.

“Uhm..me?” The man replied, his hand visibly sweaty, bulge uncomfortably awkward in his fitted blue jeans.

Approaching rather gingerly, he shuffled towards Emma and I, hiding his wedding ring from view but we saw it nonetheless. This was probably something from his fantasies, seeing such a young, famous sporting celebrity getting ragged pubicly.

“Do you know who this is?” I asked, continuing to bounce Emma on my lap.

“That’s..Uhm..”

“Emma..Emma..Raducanu.” He mumbled.

“Ughhh..Dicee….”

“Fuckkk..I don’t..”

“Don’t think he’s into it..” Emma gasped, riding my dick with authority as the mans’ jaw fell slack.

“Is she right?”

“Does she not please you?” I asked.

“No..she’s..she’s very beautiful.” He replied, licking his lips again.

“Do you want to fuck me?” Emma chirped, spreading her legs as wide as they could go so he could see how deep I was penetrating her.

There was a long pause before he nodded, letting go of his bag in the middle of the aisle before scrambling to get his pants off, struggling to remove them due to how hard he already was.

“Ride him.” I whispered in her ear, unsheathing myself from her slick moist sex as she crossed towards the other side of the carriage and straddled the man facing me.

“Have you ever had Asian pussy?” Emma asked.

“Uhm..no..no Miss..” He mumbled.

“Well..today is your lucky day Mister..”

“Don’t stop till you come..”

“Don’t stop till you come inside me..” Emma chanted, dropping her sex on his cock as she proceeded to vigorously bounce up and down on his turgid shaft.

“OHHHH..OHHHHH..”

“Goddd that’s tight..” He gasped, grabbing hold of her waist with his right hand, guiding her motions.

“Mmm..yeah?”

“Am I tighter than your wife?” She teased, to which the man merely grunted, turning red with embarrassment as lust took over, feeling her breasts in earnest and meeting each roll of her hips with thrusts of his own.

“Very..very much so.” 

“Ughh..you’re so..”

“So damn warm..”

“Sooo..damn wet and tight.” The man gasped, pinching her nipples between his fingertips.

“Ahhhh..good..”

“Keep fucking me..keep fucking me..”.

“Make my pussy come..”

“Ughhh make my pussy come, Mister.” Emma chanted, riding his cock with enthusiasm.

The metallic grinding and chug of the train masked her cries, clearly enjoying herself, the pleasure on her face fitted better than one earlier, when she had thought she had taken another man’s life. 

“Let it all out..” I nodded, fixated on her tits getting molested by a pair of sweaty hands.

“I..I..I’m..” He gasped, losing himself deep inside the brunette's cunt.

I knew that look well, the look of losing control, of giving in to one's natural urges, to one's base needs. He spammed her internally, grunting like a boar with every puncturing stroke delivered between Emma’s sopping wet folds. I could see her pussy flexing, devouring his length with a ravenous appetite. There was no way she was going to let him pull out, bouncing up and down like a jack rabbit, completely in her element.

“Do it..come inside her..”

“She wants it..”

“Demands it.” 

“She’s gagging for it..” I encouraged him.

Looking me dead in the eyes, Emma reached for my cock, leaning over the short distance that separated us and slipped me into her mouth.

“Ahhh..Ackk..Ackk..Ackkk..Ackkkk.”

“I’m gagging..gagging for your cock..” Emma bulged her cheeks, tasting my salty precum in the process.

“Mmm Hmmm..I’m gonna suck your cum straight outta your big..hard..cock..suck you bone dry, Dice.” She hummed, bobbing her head up and down on my lap as the stranger and I filled her at both ends.

I grunted and so did he, glancing over at my counterpart giving me the thumbs up as he frantically pounded Emma’s sopping wet cunt. Leaving bright red finger marks on her hips he squeezed down hard, firing what felt like a river of seed into her hungry young sex, the pulse of which triggered the deepest of sucks from her lips. Running my fingers through her hair I held Emma down on my lap, sheathing my cock all the way to the back of her throat, feeling the need to release.

“Suck..suck that cum down Emma..”

“Suck my fucking cum down!!” I grunted, firing rope after rope of milky ejaculate against the roof of her mouth, letting her drink me directly from the source of my pleasure as she lazily slurped at my pulsing dick.

The three of us held our position for a while, at least until she had milked all she could from the stranger's cock, turning around to wag her finger at the man.

“Bad boy..you didn’t make me come.” She sighed in disappointment.

Swivelling herself around Emma pushed me onto my back and dropped her cum filled pussy on my semi erect cock, using the guy’s load as lubricant to slide me in and out of her slick ripe sex. It was the most obvious thankyou, next kind of moment I had seen in a while, discarding the stranger like a used toy.

“You..you can make me come.” She grinned, rubbing the tip of my dick all over her begging cervix.

The doors at the next station opened, as well as her legs as Emma gave me one deep grind of her hips, swinging them in a figure of eight, making me hard in an instant, growing to full size inside her. Everything faded to the background with my attention fully on the brunette, riding me above. The temporary lover left without incident, either getting off or changing carriage, I didn’t know nor care, flicking at Emma’s throbbing bean as the seed of the previous occupant started leaking down my shaft and out of her cunt.

“Looks like you need another refill.”

“Work it..”

“Work it until you do come..” I groaned, intentionally doing as little as possible to push the onus on her to get herself off.

“Ughh..you feel so good..”

“Aghhh..this is my cock..”

“My fucking cock..” She chanted, getting harsher with her flicks, rising halfway only to slam back down and impale herself on my meat.

There was a burning desire in her eyes to get off exacerbated by the way she moving her body in a trance, using my dick for her pleasure as I felt her cunt lips tighten around me.

I liked this side of her, the aggressiveness of her words really did it for me. This is where I wanted to see her rage, this is where I wanted her to let out all her frustrations. Since the shooting I had slowly learned to realise that now, with her by my side, I had so much more to lose. Emma had changed me, given me purpose outside the dark, domineering world Teardrop and I walked in. Having nearly lost her to the White Wolf reminded me that the stakes were high in this game, and our actions just like what had befallen George today..were irreversible. I didn’t want her to be stained by that nor be in danger more than she had to be. I loved her, more than she would ever know.

“Diceee..”

“Ohhhhh..Dice baby..I’m coming..”

“Ohhhh…I’m coming..”

“I’m cominggg..” Emma cried in desperation.

Clashing with my pubic bone, I raised my hips higher to meet the base of her pussy lips, pumping my shaft into her heavenly cunt now frothing at the folds. Grool replaced the load from the stranger covering my cock, about to inject her ripe, wanting womb with another dose of manly cum. I wanted her to feel it, feel my claiming her pussy for my own, lifting her off my lap for the home straight as I took the reins.

“Ughhh..pump..me..”

“Baby..pump me..”

“Babe pump me with your load.” She sighed, throwing her head back and hyperextending her core..

Bulging her stomach with my searching prick, my fingers dug into her fleshy buns, tense and athletic, Emma contracted her ass like she did her cunt, making me work to get inside her, fucking my hard, throbbing cock, faster and deeper netween her bronze legs.

“This Asian pussy mine, Emma?”

“Is this Asian, whore pussy mine?” I growled, attacking her cervix like my life depended on it.

She was in a panic, ragged breaths barely able to escape her lips let alone answer me, nodding instead as I pummeled her from the inside out. I was going to come and so was she, gripping the girth of my cock like a vice trying to extract every drip of seed from my aching balls and I was going to give it to her.

“Say it..”

“Emma..say it..” I grimaced, reaching up to squeeze her supple tits.

“It’s..Ughhhh..”

“It’s yourssss..”

“Fuckkkk..my bitch pussy is yoursss..”

“Ohhhhhh..Diceee..”

“My Asian, bitch pussy is yourssss..”

“Come in me..come in me baby..pleaseee..” 

“Make me comeee..” She begged, looking down at my pulsing length about to seed the shit out of her young, tight cunt.

Pressing my tip against her womb, I fucked the brunette towards orgasm, railing her slippery sex untill I had frothed her sacred juices with the friction of my shaft, feeling her pull me one last time down to maximum depth.

“That’s Emma..I’m gonna come..”

“I’m gonna come inside you..” I growled, supporting her weight as I began to pulse.

“Omigod..Omigoddd..baby..”

“Do it..baby..do it..”

“Ughhh..Ughhhh..AHHHHH..” Emma screamed, watching me inseminate her from below as I fired web after thick web of warm, milky semen straight into her womb, peppering her tender cervix in my cream.

“I..I..I..” She gasped.

“I love you.” I cut her off, feeling her pussy up as my load flooded her internally with sperm.

It made her smile, bashfully so, showing me the tender side of her not many were aware of. There was a vulnerability in her eyes, she was no killer, just a young girl in love with one, resting her hands on my chest to slowly take her just rewards, milking me dry and stealing my heart in the process.

To be continued..

Chapter Text

The Following is Fan Fiction and should be taken as such. This story follows on from Emma Raducanu And Bianca Bustamante - The Fast Lane

The news of George’s death spread fast amongst the underworld as planned, making its way to his father somewhere in the Americas. His exact location was still unknown, however hearing of his son’s demise did disrupt operations. The warehouse in Bolivia was packed up and moved out of concerns over a take over by the Russians. We could thank George’s little slip of the tongue for that gem. As per their methods of leaving their victims decapitated with a rat in their mouth and a bullet in the chest, we replicated that too to set the ball rolling, leaving George’s body in the abandoned high rise for the local authorities to find. Whatever was going on between the two factions was going to get a whole lot worse. All we had to do was wait and see who pulled first. 

As for Emma and I, we moved ourselves to the South of France for a bit, just as a precaution in case someone had an eye on our place in London. Jimmy was kind enough to let us stay in his villa for the meantime, Mateo in tow, our precious cook and Emma’s toy coming along for the ride.

We had to protect our investment, and Mateo was a big one, although keeping him sweet was an easy enough affair. As a married man with kids, he didn’t hide his adoration of Emma, not that she minded in the slightest. I think she got a kick out of the power trip, he was her own personal plaything, something which took her mind off the whole George thing anyway. She went close to crossing that line back in London, something we touched on using not so many words on the train ride home, resulting in my confession to her. A confession she clung on to like the desert loved the rain.

“Hey babe..”

“Ughhh..you’re next..”

“You’re so fucking next..” Emma moaned out loud, grinding on Mateo, shooting a sultry look my way.

The two had been fucking for the best part of an hour, serving as a good stress relief for her at least. Mateo looked like he was going to pass out, used and abused like a toy, Emma had milked him dry, using her pussy, mouth, hands and ass to extract everything the poor man had to offer.

“Ohhh..Miss..Miss Emma..l”

“Miss Emmaaa!” Mateo groaned, placing his hands on her hips and thrusting as deep as he could.

Water thrashed about the two like the inception of a tsunami, building up a ripple effect that stretched to the end of the pool, lapping over the side.

“Ughhh..don’t pull..”

“Don’t pull out..”

“Come..come.. inside me..”

“Come inside me..”

“Nghhh..bloody..come inside mee..” Emma mewed, pushing back on his thrusts as Mateo buried himself balls deep.

His hands roamed her tits, covering every inch of the former tennis star’s tanned, olive breasts, pinching down on her nipples as he unloaded once more into her ripe cunt.

“Misss..Misss..Emmmaaa..”

“AGHHHHH..” Mateo gasped in ecstacy, twitching between her folds and tipping her over the edge.

Emma shivered, splashing the water around her with a deep, satisfied sight, coming on his dick as she whipped her hips in a figure of eight to make sure she had captured all of his load.

“Good night Mateo..”

“Mmm..thanks for the swim.” Emma giggled, floating away off his softened cock and wading into deeper water.

Slumping over onto his chest, Mateo rolled out and lay by the side of the pool like a beached whale for a couple of moments before realising they were not alone.

“Sir..I..”

“I thought..” Mateo stammered, as I stood up and reached for my inside pocket.

“Dice..she..Emma..” He continued, scrambling to his feet.

Withdrawing my wallet, the relief on his face was comical to say the least.

“Take my card. Go get us some food. It's gonna be a long night.” I nodded, clasping him on the shoulder

“That..that was really mean.” Emma giggled, from the centre of the pool.

Even if it was night time, I could see the creamy semen leaking out of her perfect slit with bits smeared into her trimmed bush like styling wax, soaking into her pubic hair.

“Care for a midnight swim?” The brunette asked, noticing me staring at intimate parts, cheekily covering up with her hands beneath the surface.

“Don’t act shy now Miss Raducanu.” I smirked, splashing her with some water with a flick of my foot.

“Don’t be so crass.”

“I’m a lady..I would have you know..” She stuck out her tongue.

I gazed at her with intent, somewhat getting lost in how beautiful she looked, even after her prolonged swimming lesson with Mateo.

“That you are Emma..that you are.” I replied, taking off my top, about to jump in.

“Sir..Dice..”

“Teardrop on vid..” Mateo called out, peeking outside holding a laptop.

“Saved by the bell baby..” Emma pouted in frustration.

“Be right back..”

“Keep yourself..moist, till then.” I replied, taking the video call in the small office downstairs.

Time had taken its toll on Teardrop, her face looking like she had been through a war all bruised and torn up. Despite this, she remained resolute, that willing sentinel she had always been, even managing a faint smile. I could hear the shrink and his girls talking in the background, Rachel’s overpowering voice overpowering and the sweeter than sweet Hailee.

“You look good.” I signed to Teardrop with a smirk.

“At least I still have my head..” She replied, pulling out a rare grin.

“I have news, good news.”

“He is coming..” Teardrop signed, straight to the point.

“The funeral is to be held in the UK..at this church on the third Sunday of the month.” She continued.

Piping up in my inbox was the mapped location, a small chapel near Southwark Cathedral, prompting a heavy weight to be lifted off my chest.

“Good work Teardrop, good work..”

“It's a trap..” She signed, unconvinced.

“No doubt..”

“But not for us..” I smiled, rubbing my hands over my stubble.

“Is Emma ok?” Teardrop asked.

“Back to normal.” I signed in return.

“So..a sexual dynamite?” Teardrop snorted.

“Something like that. She will snuff out Mateo by pussy alone.” I laughed.

“Come back home.”

“Let's do this together this time.” I nodded.

“And the Dr?” Teardrop asked, glancing over her shoulder.

“Rachel still wants to take out the French girl..” She rolled her eyes.

“Not a priority. They can stay or come, it's up to them. Just tell them not to get in our way.” I replied curtly.

The call cut out soon after that, with the sight of Hailee walking past puffing some purple haze leaving a thick mist of lilac blurring the camera. Whatever the White Wolf was up to, I wasn't going to fall for it..but on the other hand, it didn’t mean I wasn’t going to show my face either.

*****

“And where were you last night Mister?”

“Waited for you in the pool most of the night. Fingers got all wrinkly.” Emma tuttet, poking me in the ribs halfway down the stairs.

She blew past me before I could get a handle of her, making a beeline for the pool and wading in till about waist height.

“Let's finish what we started.” Emma turned with a look of sheer raw sexual attraction.

The morning rays gleamed off her sun kissed skin, shimmering in the aqua blue, rippling off her athletic form. I stated a point by closing my laptop and ditching the phone, there were to be no distractions this time, something that went down well with the brunette, biting her lip, beckoning me to take the plunge.

“And what was that?” I asked, kicking my trousers off and letting them fall to the floor.

The clink of the belt buckle chipped a bit of the tile near the lip of the pool before tumbling over the edge and sinking to the bottom.

“I’m not getting that..” Emma shirked, her gaze predatory, wading a little deeper into the middle.

“I beg to differ.” I teased, wetting my feet by sitting at the water's edge.

“Chop..chop..” 

“Don’t want the metal to rust.” I smirked, kicking a wave of water her way.

It tagged her right on the brow as she dove underneath the water and swam towards me like a death angel. Powerful with her kicks, Emma’s toned thighs propelled her the length of the pool in a single breath, popping up between my legs, soaked trousers in hand.

“Lazy..” The brunette smirked, freeing the belt from the loops securing it before lightly whipping my thighs.

“You know what happens to lazy people?” She continued, wrapping the smooth leather around my shaft and strangling it with a sharp pull of her wrists.

“What..Ahhh.”

“What happens?” I stifled a wince at the abrasion, watching her lips descend to my leaking tip.

Swirling her tongue in a circular fashion along my frenulum, Emma held her gaze, watching me struggle with the pleasure she was giving through her light touch along, collecting her morning precum with a swift suck of the lips before going at it again.

“Lazy people usually need..”

“Mmm..a bit of..”

“Stimulation..to really get going.” She smirked, pumping me with her weak hand as her pearly whites scraped against my unsheathed pink helmet.

“You..teasing bitch..” I sighed, reaching for the back of her head to end the insufferable teasing.

“Nope..”

“I call the shots this morning..”

“Payback for leaving me wanting last night.” She winked, blowing butterfly kisses along the side of my twitching shaft.

“Your lack of patience..will get the better of you.” 

“It always does.” I groaned, slapping her cheeks lightly with my tip before sliding my meat along the top of her forehead.

Emma hummed audibly tasting each orb in turn, bathing my nuts in warm, sticky saliva, blowing spit bubbles on my sack. She made a mess, feasting between my legs as I suddenly felt a sharp intrusion at the entrance of my anus. Burying her fingers deep inside my ass, the brunette proceeded to press on the inner walls of my rectum to get at my prostate on the other side, moving in a circular motion, triggering an instant response. 

“Fuckingggggg…yesss..”

“Where..where the hell did you learn that..?” I sighed, twitching wildly on her forehead, depositing a few pearls of precum along the crest of her eyebrows.

“Mmm..Ahhh..”

“Did you like that?”

“Some say you can make a man piss themselves if you press hard enough.” She smiled ludicrously, adding another finger to apply double the pressure.

“Youuu sneaky little..fuckkk..” I buckled, caught in the pull of the strangest sensation as I felt her literally finger my balls through the walls of my anus, all the while jerking my cock at the same time.

It sent conflicting signals to my brain, caught between wanting to come all over her pretty face or relieve myself. Whichever one came first, it was a raw, feral feeling that was hitting me hard, reduced to putty in her hands as she lapped and sucked at my cock like the hungry vixen she was, using that long slippery tongue to collect everything that came spitting out my tip.

“Schlop..Sclopp..Schloppp..Schloppp..”

“Ahhhh..baby..”

“I can feel you throbbing.”

“Your dick is so fucking hard for me..”

“Just let it go..”

“I won’t bite..”

“Ughhh..I want it..” Emma purred, flicking her tongue along my spit soaked frenulum as the first rope of piss hit her sacred lips.

“You’re such a dirty girl Emma..”

“Such..a..” I groaned, releasing another heavier pulse of warm golden fluid to splash against her face as she manually controlled the pressure with her fingers stimulating my prostate anally.

“Ahhhh..more..give me more..”

“Mmm..let me drink you baby..”

“Drink you dry..” She hummed, trapping my tip between her pink, precios lips and sealing me in place.

Grabbing hold of the top of her head I let it all out, pissing down her throat with a vengeance and watching her cheeks fill up with my urine until it burst from her nostrils.

“Nghaahh..too much..”

“Dice..too much..” Emma choked, coughing up my golden fluids in the process.

“I bet Eileenn would have taken it.” I teased the brunette, withdrawing from her mouth, watching the saliva drip endlessly off my yearning tip.

“Ungrateful knob” Emma snapped, nipping my shaft with her teeth as she slowly descended beneath the water again, leaving me wanting.

Swimming the length of the pool and back again to wash the piss from her flawless tanned skin, she returned to me like a mermaid from the depths, shimmering in the warmth of the sun.

“You’re probably right..”

“Eileen would have downed all that no problem.”

“She is a thirsty slut after all..”

“But I’m a quick learner..”

“And besides..”

“Do you think she would let you put it in her backdoor straight after?” Emma smirked, floating in a circle to show me her peach, brushing that athletic crack dangerously close to my aching tip.

“Fuck me up the ass..then put your seed inside me..”

“Fucking..deep..deep inside me..” She begged, looking back at me as she sank her puckered starfish on my throbbing cock, impaling herself on my length until her toned, firm buttocks rested on my lap.

“Ughhh..that's it baby..stretch me out..”

“Stretch my ass out just like that Dice..”

“Fucking pump me raw babyyy.” Emma moaned loudly, never breaking eye contact as I railed her mercilessly up her arse.

“Is this what you want Emma?”

“You want to get fucked like this?”

“Fucked hard up the ass like a filthy whore?” I doubled down, clapping my hips off her arse cheeks, rippling her flesh with every stroke.

“Ughhh yesss..”

“I wanna get fucked like this..”

“I wanna fet fucked hard like thisss..” The brunette yelled, arching her back as I clamped my hands down on her shoulders and drove my shaft into her tightest of holes, stuffing my meat into her rectum.

“Tell me you’re my anal whore Emma..”

“Tell me you’re my anal whore!” I bellowed, feeling my nuts tighten each time I bottomed out inside her rectal chamber.

Her legs buckled underneath the water, backing up on me to support her weight as I grabbed her tits and held her in place, ramming my dick harder, and faster into her swollen anus.

“Say it..” I whispered in her ear, rubbing her clit.

“I’m..I’m..”

“I’m your anal whore baby..”

“I’m your dirty..filthy..anal whore..”

“Now finish me..”

“Finish me..”

“I want to feel you come..”

“I want to feel you come hard up my ass baby..please.”

“UGHHHHHH!!” Emma screamed as I gave her what she wanted, ejaculating fiercely up her tight, wanting rectum, making her come at the same time, firing swathes of thick, milky semen directly into her bowels, fuel injecting her anally.

“Ohhh my goddd Dice..”

“It’s leaking into the pool..”

“You came in me so much..your cum is leaking into the pool..” She giggled, contracting her sphincter a few more times to draw the final strands from my pulsing dick.

I slapped her rump and turned her around to face me, sucking her perky little tits in the process.

“Do you ever..wish they were bigger?” She asked self consciously, watching me slather her nipples in spittle.

Inserting my finger up her cum filled rectum, I scooped as much as I could and fed it to her. The mixture of chlorine and salty semen made her wince, bringing a smile to my face as we shared a sloppy, tongue tied kiss. Cupping her face, I pulled her close to my own.

“You, Emma..”

“Are perfect..” I replied confidently, making the former tennis star blush a deep red.

“What..what did Teardrop say?” Emma asked softly, coming down from her horny morning rampage.

I could still smell a faint hint of puss in her breath, not that it bothered me, quite the opposite actually. I wanted to go again, but sensed she wanted to talk for a bit, given the down shift in demeanor, rocking gently in my arms.

“We have him, it's nearly over..” I smiled.

Emma’s eyes lit up as brightly as the first day I had met the mischievous athlete back in my club. She knew exactly what I meant.

“End of the month..”

“We move for the White Wolf.” I nodded affirmatively.

“And then..” Emma asked.

“And then, you and I rise to the top and rule it all.” I stroked her face.

“It fucking turns me on when you talk like that..” She smirked, biting my lower lip

“So get on my dick and ride me.”

“I still want to pump your pussy full of cum..”

“Fill my whore up for the day..” I grinned, lifting her up and sinking my cock into her primed, grool soaked cunt.

“Aghhhhh…day?”

“More like an hour?”

“We are fucking you til the sun goes down..” Emma groaned, placing her hands on the back of her head and grinding her hips in a figure of eight.

“We?” I sighed, raising my eyebrows.

“Lets say I left a gift in our room.”

“For when we rule it all..” She smouldered, leaning back in all her glory, working my dick by herself.

“You..are..full of surprises..Emma.” I grit my teeth, feeling the pushback of her womb on the tip of my dick.

“Ughhh..I learned that from you..”

“Never let them know your next move..” She winked, shifting into overdrive and riding me with reckless abandon.

Her athletic prowess showed, never letting up once as tje friction built. Not even the water could temper the sheer hot mess of her sex, wrapped tightly around my cock, milking one for my load. Emma had me fully sheathed, locked and loaded inside her ripe, shaven cunt, squeezing me at every opportunity smearing more of essence along her pink, vaginal walls. Taking control, I swiftly grabbed her by the hips and thrust, moving my own hips in a cyclical fashion, drawing all over her womb with my leaking tip.

“Babee…baby..”

“Ughhh..”

“I love it when you grind it on my cervix..”

“Ohhhh..”

“I love it when you grind your dick on my cervix..” Emma mewed, fluttering her eyes at me.

Searching my hands up towards the soft mounds of her breasts I squeezed them hard, lifting her up and laying her down in the water, resting her head on the side of the pool. Emma’s body tensed instinctively, as if fully aware of what was going to happen next. She was at battle stations, pussy slick and primed to receive a hard fucking right up to the chequered flag and with one fateful line she gave me the green light.

“Use..”

“Ughhh..use my pussy to get off baby..”

“Use my pussy to make that hard fucking cock come..” She mewed, parting her legs wider and purring as I proceeded to execute her wish, pumping with harder and deeper strokes into her sopping wet sex.

“You..really..are next level Emma..”

“You’re on another stratosphere..”

“Your..body..”

“So fucking tight..so sexy..”

“Ughh..that mouth of yours..so articulate..yet filthy at the same time..”

“And let's not forget that perfect..perfectly peachy rump of yours.”

“And that's all before we get to your warm..wet..wanting pussy.” I growled, hammering her cunt like my life depended on it.

“Omigod..OMIGODDD..FUCKKKK!!” Emma screamed, thrashing about in the water as I pounded her within an inch of her life.

“Take that cock Emma!!”

“Take my hard, fucking cock baby..”

“Take it..take it..”

“FUCKING TAKE IT!!” I bellowed, slapping my balls off her reddened slit, swelling with the sheer amount of meat being stuffed in it on repeat.

“Mmmmmake me..”

“Make me take ittt..”

“Make me take it baby..make me take ittt..” She mewed, thighs shaking, pussy creaming around my girth, ready to come.

“Take it where?”

“Tell me where you want to take it.”

“Where’s my cock Emma?”

“Where’s my hard fucking cock nailing you?” I gasped, securing her by the elbows, battering her cervix with my spearing tip, thrusting her tits up and down with each thumping follow through.

“CUNTTTT!!”

“You’re in my cunt..”

“I want your hot searing cum in my cunt babe..”

“Ughhh..pump me full of it..”

“Ahhh..fill me up babyyy..shoottt.”

“I’m cominggg..”

“Ohhhh Godddd..I’m cominggg..” She wailed, surrendering herself to me as her pussy swallowed me whole, sucking me deep and doing exactly what nature intended. 

Placing my hands on her washboard stomach, I fucked Emma through her orgasm before peppering her womb with my semen, flash flooding her succulent cunt with my seed whilst squeezing her tits in euphoric release.

“Comeee..comeeee..”

“Keep coming.”

“Keep coming, don’t stop..”

“Ughhh..keep coming, don’t stoppp..” She gasped, pinning my tip against her cervix, forcing me to pulse my thick load into her uterus.

Floating in my grasp with a look of pure lust and satisfaction, Emma let out a cute giggle, throwing water in my face at the same time, engaging that solid core to lift herself up and kiss me on the lips.

“Promise..”

“Promise it will always be this good..”

“Us I mean..”

“We will always be like this.” She smiled, running her fingers through my hair.

“It will be better.” I replied with a wink, noticing an unfamiliar blonde standing by the balcony looking down on us.

“Is that my present?” 

“Do you like?” The brunette smiled.

Tall and slender, the woman was definitely an athlete. Probably Emma’s age or around about, if I had to guess. She had that stereotypical, blonde Russian look about her with steely eyes to round off the package.

“She’s gonna want a favour”

“In return for working with us..” Emma added, putting her negotiator hat back on.

“Favour?”

“What kind of favour?” 

“The killing kind.” The brunette replied, smouldering me with her deep brown eyes.

To be continued..

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The Following is Fan Fiction and should be taken as such. This story follows on from Emma Raducanu And Bianca Bustamante - The Fast Lane

Stained in a familiar thick crimson red, the frayed racket string broke the skin and sawed itself into the man’s Adam’s Apple with such ease it was like I was pressing on an overly ripe plum. Looping another rung of tensile polyester around my wrist I pulled back hard to end his struggle. I could feel Emma breathing heavily beside me, eyes brazen and wild, almost feral, watching the last few moments of this stranger's life wilt away in the front seat. Her right hand clasped mine, lips ghosting the outer lobes of my ear where she licked and nipped at them like an excitable kitten, watching me play with her food. 

“ECHH..ECHHH..ECHHHHH..” The man struggled, kicking his legs out beneath him.

The tennis string dug deeper, slicing an inch into his larynx, triggering a desperate gurgling sound to emanate from the wound where the blood had started to trickle down his airway. He was choking on his own life force, one which was a couple of seconds away from blinkering out as I felt a pair of hands rub my crotch.

“Do it baby..finish him..” Emma whispered, kissing me on the side of my face.

My resolve remained focussed on the task at hand, despite feeling her fingers snake past my zipper and beneath my boxers, looking to the blonde beside the man about to meet his maker, the one who had requested the hit in the first place in return for her loyalty.

Much like when we were first introduced, Elena sported a stoic expression, barely even blinking let alone flinching at the front row seat she had at first degree murder. She nodded at me without looking, eyes fixed on the fading man, the abusive coach that had plagued her very existence from the beginning of her professional career. This was the end for him.

“Do it Dice..” Emma repeated with more passion, squeezing down firmly on my shaft as I gave one final yank, snapping the man’s neck like a tree branch, sending his head lolling over to the side, staring glassy eyed at his former student.

“Hawwkk Tuaaa..” The blonde tennis star spat, releasing years of pent up frustration on her mentor’s lifeless face.

It struck him on the forehead, trickling down towards the large gash in his neck afforded by the bloodied tennis wire now left dangling at his shoulders.

“We’ll be outside ..." I said, giving Elena a moment to herself as I and a honey Emma exited the scene.

“Can you calm your..” I started, before the brunette bit down on my lower lip.

“I’m gonna fuck you brains out tonight..” Emma cooed, nibbling into my chest amidst the sound of crackling flames and burning fuel igniting the night sky.

“So..when..when do I start?” Elena asked, her voice calm, expression cold.

“Right..now..”

“Come here.” I smiled.

**********

48 Hours Earlier

Soaked in chlorine and Emma’s natural scent, I ascended the winding staircase up to the landing where the master bedroom was. It was quiet, bar the creak of the floorboards on my approach, peering through the gap in the door seeing a blonde with her back to me. 

“You must be Elena.” I spoke firmly, testing the waters. 

She turned around meekly, emanating a distinct lack of confidence, at first glance that is, sweeping a lock of her blonde hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear.

“Hi..” Elena replied, tilting her chin down to the floor. 

Dressed in Emma’s cream silk bathrobe the fabric clung to her sleek athletic physique like a glove, leaving little to the imagination of how tight her body was.

“And how may I be of service?” I asked, intentionally closing the distance to gauge her reaction.

Elena yelped physically, taking half a step back to maintain separation, with a bead of sweat starting to form on her brow, tracing the side of her porcelain face.

“I was told..”

“I was told you were a man of solutions ..."

“When problems arise..” She stammered.

Circling the blonde at an arms width apart, I could sense her heightened nervousness, audibly swallowing as I broke her line of sight.

“That is..one of my skills..yes..”

“Why..what kind of problem do you have? Or should I say..who is your problem?” I clarified, coming back around to face the tennis star.

Elena gulped again, unable to make eye contact when she responded that had me thinking this was definitely a work of passion gone wrong, maybe she was scorned or betrayed by a significant other as it felt too personal to be just business.

“My..my Coach..”

“I need him.”

“I need him out of the picture..” She spoke into the ground, head bowed in shame.

“I see..and by out of the picture..you mean..” I paused.

“I mean..”

“I mean dead..gone..forever.” Elena gasped, catching her breath.

Sometimes I forgot how nonchalantly I discussed death, having tread the fine line between living and permanent nothingness a thousand times by now, other people..normal people were different.

“And if I was to grant you your..wish..”

“What would I get in return?” I asked, standing firm in front of her.

Elena lifted her gaze to meet mine, summoning all the courage she had to get a response out without wavering.

“Emma outlined a plan to distribute your product within the professional tennis circuit.”

“I can do that for you..”

“Do it..from the inside.” She replied coolly.

“I see..that seems fair..”

“What else?” I asked, eying her up in the silk bathrobe that I had devoured Emma in countless times before.

She gulped, taking a deep breath, letting the shiny fabric slip off her shoulders, revealing a matching green lingerie set underneath.

“I..have..other..”

“Other talents other than tennis..” Elena replied, easing me onto the side chair and dropping to her knees.

She grabbed my cock and puckered her lips, those cold eyes, calculative, plotting, gripping me firmly in her grasp and jerking me back and forth. 

“She told me how you like it.”

“How you like your women..” The blonde tittered through bated breath, licking my tip like a lollipop.

“Oh yeah? What else did she tell you?” I sighed, leaking a little in her palms.

Elena smiled, it was faint but it was there, using her other hand to tend to my sack, massaging each orb in turn.

“She said that you hurt bad people..the ones that deserve it.” The blonde replied, her warm breath tingling the top of my helmet.

“Does that scare you?” I asked, leaning back in the chair, watching her work.

“Spit on it..” I followed up, straining in her grasp.

The tennis star answered with her actions, letting a thin line of drool coat my crown, using her tongue as the delivery method to pipe it all the way around the circumference of my tip. She was inexperienced for sure, much more so than Emma when we first met, but I appreciated the effort.

Hovering over me with her lips, the tentative blonde flicked her tongue out to test the waters, making contact with my frenulum as her grip pulled my foreskin back, exposing the sensitive flesh beneath. Her eyes grew wider at the sight, pupils dilated, cheeks reddening slightly.

“How many guys have you been with?” I asked out of curiosity.

Fumbling her grasp at my question, Elena looked down at the floor again in apparent embarrassment.

“Just the one..my coach.” She replied under her breath.

“I see..”

“And did he get you to suck his cock much?” I followed up, studying her intently.

“Sometimes..he was mostly into other things..” She replied, cryptically.

The mood had changed for the worse, turning slightly awkward so I decided to steer us back on course.

“Well..there’s nothing much too it.”

“Just put it in your mouth..and suck till the cum flows out.” I smirked, easing her onto my tip.

“Yes..Yes Sir..” Elena replied tentatively, watching me watch her to gauge my reaction as she parted her lips and took me into her mouth.

Shallow at first, the blonde worked around my helmet, teeth scraping along my flesh, not out of purpose, more luck and inexperience. It worked, coaxing a few drops of pre cum out of my slit, feeding her my salt.

“Echh..Echhh..Ahhh..” She spluttered, wincing at the sharpness of the taste.

“Swallow it..swallow..”

“Good..now go deeper..”

“As deep as you can..and suck..” I gritted my teeth, fighting the urge to grab hold of her face and skull fuck her right there and then.

Emma had worn me out, I had not the energy to take things up a notch, not right now anyway.

“Mmm..Mmm..Ahhhh..”

“You taste..”

“Taste’s good in my mouth..” She mumbled, kissing her lips down my spit covered length before tending to my sack without me asking.

The two had definitely had a pregame consultation as the blonde was doing exactly what Emma would do, snaking her tongue into my anus whilst casually squeezing my balls with one hand and pumping my dick with the other.

“You’re a fast learner..”

“Keep it up..”

“Mmm..Mmm..Mmmmm..” Elena hummed, slipping me back into her mouth and really going for it this time.

“Ackkk..Ackkk..ACKKKK..” She coughed, choking on my dick nestled at the back of her throat as I grinded my pelvis against her willing face, filling her oral cavity with my straining meat.

“Good girl..”

“Keep sucking that cock Elena..” I sighed, rolling my hips into her face as I spied a sly smile at the positive reinforcement.

She was the opposite to Eileen, thriving off praise instead of punishment, working my dick with ever faster swirls of her tongue, sensing me throb with approval. Leaning into my palm, I bulged the blonde’s cheeks, brushing her teeth with my shaft as I regularly swiped against her tonsils.

“Mmm..Mmm..Mmmm..MMMMMM..BLURGHHH.” She coughed, finally setting me free from the confines of her mouth.

“That..that was..”

“Different?” I smirked.

“Very..” Elena smiled, partially allowing her shyness to thaw.

“Get on the bed.” I instructed, watching the slender athlete crawl onto her back.

The nervousness returned upon mounting her, with my tip brushing lightly across her labia causing her shoulders to stiffen.

“Did you say you’d only been with one guy?” I teased, pressing my tip against her slick sex.

Despite the her innocent demeanor, she was definitely ready, warm at the loins, primed to be fucked.

“Mmm..yes..”

“Yes Sir.”

“Well you can make that two now.” I replied, placing my hand beside her face for support and thrusting firm and true, piercing her cunt with my cock as I fed myself into her silky chamber.

“Ohhhhh…Ughhhh..”

“Diceeeee…” Elena sighed, eyes wide open, much like her long, athletic legs, accepting my cock between them upon first asking.

She was tight, impossibly so. If the Coach and her had fooled around, it didn’t feel like it, with one of those moist, grippy pussy’s that fought you all the way.

“Relax..relax into it..” I winced at the sheer friction, burying myself inside her, right to the hilt.

“Ahhhh..Ahhhh..”

“You’re too..Ahhhhh..too..bigggg..” She gasped, biting her lower lip as I throbbed against her cervix.

Clenching her vaginal walls, Elene flexed her hips and nearly snapped me in half, wriggling at our tight fit, yet I remained resolute, steadily pushing against her resistance, taming her womb the longer I remained fully sheathed.

“Relax..” I repeated, this time running my finger along her exposed clit, stimulating her.

“Ohhhh..Ohhhh..Ahhhh..Ahhhhh..” Elena panted, her sweaty tits, pressing against my chest as I pulled out half way and thrusted deep into her wanting sex.

Snaking my way back and forth, I proceeded to pump the blonde into the mattress, once more melting the nervous energy from her bones with every inch I fucked into her. Our bodies collided, testing the very core of her athletic frame as I drilled her faster and harder, watching the pleasure spread on her face as she tried her best to hold her cries in.

“Is this better than him?”

“Better than your Coach?” I asked, gritting my teeth, trying to get a reaction.

It worked, those glassy eyes hardened with a flurry of hate, glaring back at me, confused between wanting to retaliate or climax. She was close, real close, narrowing around the girth of my dick as I split her open again and again, smashing up against her cervix now peppered in my fresh semen, coaxed out by her vice like pussy.

“Now come..”

“Let it out..Elena..” I growled, feeling her cunt convulse around my length as she stifled her moans in protest to my little jab, but it was too much to hold in, the pleasure had to find an outlet.

“Ffffuckkkk…Youuuu..” She yelled, biting down on my nape as I harshly sucked down on her exposed tits, leaving teeth marks on her breasts.

“So you can lose your cool?” I nodded appreciatively.

“I..I..hate him..”

“Everything..”

“I hate everything about him..”

“The things..the things..he..” Elena paused, holding in her emotion.

“Turn around..”

“Turn around and show me where you want it.”

“I’m going to fuck the anger out of you.” I hit back, cutting her short.

One wondered what this Coach had done, he had left his mark that was for sure, his damage ran deep.

“Show..me..” I repeated.

“So you’ll do it?”

“You’ll..you’ll..” Elena stammered.

“Kill him?” I raised my eyebrows.

“Yes..” Elena replied under her breath.

“Done..” I nodded, running my hands up the outside of her calves as she turned around and pushed her fingers inside her wet, gleaming sex.

“Make him..struggle..”

“Make him struggle a lot..” She trailed off, fingering herself absent mindedly.

“I’ll make it last..don’t worry..”

“Now..show me..” I replied, getting into position.

“I..I want you here.” Elena gulped, looking back as I entered her.

“Ohhhh..Myyyy..” The blonde gasped, crumpling into the sheets the moment I had slid halfway.

Sunk all the way to the hilt we prone boned in tje middle of the bed, humping like animals as she slowly loosened the reins that so tightly kept her in check.

“I’m going to make you watch..”

“Watch, as the life slowly expires..”

“You will be the last person..”

“Ughhh..the last person he sees before it all goes dark..”

“Before it all fades to nothing..” I sighed, lifting her hips up and pounding the shit out of the blonde from behind.

“Ughhh..fuckkk meee..”

“Fuckkk me pleaseee..”

“Fuckkk me hardddd..”

“Ahh..Sir..fuck me hardddd..” Elena yelled, getting all turned on with all the talk of snuffing out her abusive coach.

Perhaps her and Emma had more than tennis in common afterall, with their appetite for destruction, for violence.

“Give that pussy to me Elena..”

“GIVE IT TO ME!!” I growled, nailing her so hard from the back it lifted her knees off the bed.

“AHHH DICEEE..”

“DICEEE..”

“UGHHHH..DICEEE.” She screamed, pushing back on my dick as I finally broke through her shy girl facade, giving it to her like it was the last fuck of her life.

“There you go..”

“There she is..”

“Let it out..”

“Let that pent up anger out girl..”

“Let it fucking out!!” I shouted, grabbing her firmly by the hips and screwing her into submission.

“OHHHH..OHHHH..OHHHHH..OHHHHH..”

“AHHHHH…AHHHH..AHHH..AHHHHH..” The tennis star wailed, arching her back on the brink of another orgasm.

“Come on that dick Elena!!”

“COME ON IT!!” I demanded, battering my tip against her cervix so fiercely it rocked her ancestors.

“Yessss..Yesss..Yesss..”

“Ahhh..Yesss..AHHHHH..YESSSS..” Elena chanted, not holding back this time and screaming her lungs out.

Hands splayed out in front of her, I pumped her pussy deep and true, thudding against her cervix as she came, hips shaking, folds quivering, creaming all over my throbbing dick as I proceeded to fuck her through her ear splitting orgasm.

“Turn around and taste yourself.” I groaned, slowly pulling out from her soaking folds.

Grool dripped from her slit, clinging to my foreskin upon exit, something I took advantage of by pressing lightly against her backdoor. She didn’t approve, recoiling immediately at the sensation of me pressing against her anus.

“I..I haven't done..that..before..” She spoke under her breath.

“Not..yet..”

“Not with me, now open your mouth.” I repeated, guiding her onto my lap.

“Sir..Yes Sir..” Elena smiled softly, dipping low between my legs and going to work.

There was no hesitation this time parting her lips as wide as they could go to swallow me whole. Leaning back and running my fingers through her hair I let her take the lead this time, jutting my hips out as the blonde bobbed her head up and down, polishing my cock with her warm, silky lips. With hollowed cheeks she sucked, using a delicate flicking motion with her tongue to snake along the underside of my shaft, coating me in a thick layer of spit from base to tip.

“Mmm..Mmm..Mmmm..Mmmm..”

“Gluck..Gluckk..Gluckkk..Gluckkk..”

“Good girl..good..”

“Ughhhh..” I groaned loudly, suddenly withdrawing from her lips.

“Did..did I do something wrong?” She asked, spot dripping from her mouth.

Looking at my pulsing cock, she already knew the answer.

“Ahhh..you want to come..” She smiled innocently.

“Yes..but not there..” I nodded, laying back.

“In..there..” I pointed at her swollen slit, freshly fucked bit still pristine.

“I..have never had a man come inside me before..” Elena paused, biting her lip.

“Well its either that, or I fuck you up the ass..”

“Dealer's choice.” I smirked.

“That’s not fair..” She smiled softly, crawling over to me and hopping onto my cock.

“That's not..thats not..”

“Ahhhhh.. She cooed, gently rocking on my lap, her cunt slowly being split apart on my shaft.

“I can feel you throbbing..”

“You’re close..” She gasped.

“Finish it..” I grunted, kneading her tits in my palms as she turned to look over her shoulder to watch me seed her firsthand.

“Keep..riding..that..dick..fuckkk!” I growled, halfway inside her slippery slit before inseminating her tight cunt.

“Ohhhh..Ohhhhh..Ahhhh..” Elena cooed, dropping her hips on my twitching length, locking me inside as thick, milky threads of sperm peppered her cervix.

I didn’t even need to ask, laying back and watching her grind it out, savouring every last drop of my load, filling her up from below.

“I..I..like it..” She smiled down at me, flexing her folds, gripping me tighter.

“Welcome to the team Elena..”

To be continued..

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The Following is Fan Fiction and should be taken as such. This story follows on from Emma Raducanu And Bianca Bustamante - The Fast Lane

Steam muddied the windscreen where Elena’s coach once sat. Slumped over outside in the fetal position by the midnight black Audi A5 a familiar set of heavy hands dragged the corpse of a man along the fractured tarmac and into the boot. The place smelled like gasoline, poured sparingly all over the hood of the car and its leather stitched interior. Standing a few feet back, Emma handed Elena the lighter. It was her coach’s, embossed in gothic calligraphy displayed a large “V”.

Much like one of those anti boyfriend breakup rituals around a bonfire, the lighter ignited the flames upon being tossed into the backseat, setting ablaze the night as the smell of burning flesh and bone laced the air around us.

“Who’s the tall princess? Another sporty plaything?” Teardrop signed.

Her presence made me feel at ease, something not many people could do, bar the olive skinned brunette staring playfully at me from the other side of our expensive bonfire.

“An opportunity.”

“For expansion.” I replied curtly, trying not to give into her jabs.

“Can we trust her?” She came back immediately, eying Elena like a hawk.

“You know what happened last time..”

“I do. She’s harmless. Trust me.”

“Besides, are you not here as my muscle?” I snorted.

“It’s not a game, Dice. Your stunt with the Coach was sloppy. You should have let me do it.” Teardrop signed, punching me firmly in the shoulder.

“Yes, well. The deal was for me to do it personally. I keep my word, you know that.” I winked.

“You’re getting soft these days.”

“I like it.” Teardrop smiled, a rare sight indeed.

We stood there, the whole team. Even Bianca was there, sat cooly in her unassuming orange McLaren P1. Very much the lone wolf of the bunch, she watched onwards whilst Miss Gu and Emma caught up. Elena remained fixed on the yellow flames, flickering back and forth till they were nothing but embers.

“Freaky right? She has that cold stone Russian killer thing going on in her eyes.” Emma whispered in my ear.

The brunette brandished a gun metal flick knife, one I knew well as I was its owner for the longest time, stolen from a lost and found back when Teardrop and I were in the orphanage.

“Teardrop gave it. Said she took it from a Bolivian drug lord.” Emma smirked, twirling it around with her fingers.

“A drug lord?”

“That’s heavy stuff..” I played along.

“For sure..but I can handle it.”

“Stick and twist..so the wound doesn’t heal.” She showed off.

“Alright Rambo. Enough of that.” 

“Lets call it a night.” 

“But it’s still..early..”

“Now..Emma..” I sharpened my tone, whipping the young twenty something into line.

*****

We left in groups to avoid being seen together, with Bianca and Teardrop taking the car and Eileen a cab, this left the two tennis starlets to make their way back to our place off Regent’s Park.

I decided to travel alone, more so to clear my head than anything else. George’s funeral was creeping up on the horizon, and with that came the decision about next steps. Our being there would be a risk. It was a trap I had no doubt, but our counter punch came from the fact that that trap was not meant for us, but the Russians. We still maintained the element of surprise in that respect.

Stopping outside St. Pauls, the granite onyx sky made it look like the cathedral’s large spherical dome was superimposed on top of it. The Death Star, coming to take down the rebels. That’s how it felt at times, fighting an uphill battle with limited resources, forced into the shadows and using guerilla warfare to slow the behemoth that was the White Wolf and his cronies down. Whatever happened, it would all end at that funeral. 

*****

The lights were off when I arrived, bar for the garden motion sensor being set off in the back. The open plan living room looked straight out towards the open French doors, allowing a gust of midnight air to ruffle the curtains. Still smelling of smoke and gasoline the scent of a certain Miss Raducanu greeted me halfway. Stepping into the light outside, she stood in the same silk lined bathrobe she lent to Elena, only this time it came off in an instant revealing a baby pink lingerie set underneath.

“You took your sweet time getting home..”

“Everything alright?” Emma asked, her eyes lingering on mine.

“Just getting my head in the game, that's all.” I replied, meeting her outside.

“Well..Mr. Dice..”

“You know what they say..”

“Sometimes you gotta give head..to get ahead..”

“I wasn’t lying about fucking your brains out tonight.” She whispered, dropping to her knees and taking my pants down with her.

“What’s got into you lately?”

“First the train..now this..”

“You’re like a bitch in heat.” I smirked. Stroking her face with my hand.

“A hungry bitch.” Emma snapped, dragging her soft tongue around the circumference of my meaty head.

She took her time, folding my foreskin back and forth to get me to leak which I did. Knowing which button to press gave the brunette an unfair advantage over the rest as she gently pumped my dick in her fist, making her way down between my legs. I knew what she was planning and it made it even better that she was well aware of it too. Like with anything, it is the suspense that kills you, breathing her hot breath on the base of my dick as she crept closer towards my anus.

“You’re a dirty girl..” I sighed, clenching unintentionally.

Planting her lips around my hole and sealing them in place she suddenly shoved her entire tongue up my anal tract, darting in and out like a murderer on a knife spree.

“A..veryyy..veryyy..dirty girl..” I grunted, taking her searching stabs and slipping my meat all over her forehead.

“Mmm..I’m just letting you know who your top bitch is.” Emma slurped, this time using her hands to open me up and spit far into my rectal chamber.

It felt thoroughly disgusting and yet pleasurable at the same time, listening to the sticky noises emanating between my legs as I squatted on her face and let her swipe me with her eager tongue.

“There’s only..”

“Ughhh..only one woman in my life.” I strained, building up quite fast to a major eruption.

“Hmm..are you flirting with me Dice?”

“Such the romantic.” Emma chirped, emerging from between my legs with spit covering most of her face.

She cleaned it off with meat, letting the bubbly mixture settle along the peak of my crown.

“Shall I make you come baby?”

“Come by..just..sucking..the tip..” She teased, watching the precum seep from my aching tip.

"You're so cocky..” I scoffed, hiding the immense amount of pleasure she was giving me.

“False..”

“I know I’m good..better than good..” Emma smirked.

Stroking her face, I slipped my thumb between her lips, letting her suck on that for a few seconds as I gathered my strength.

“Put..my hard..throbbing tip in your mouth..and suck me till I’m finished.” I replied, tone commanding, taming the brunette's cheekiness.

She did exactly that, sliding me into her warm mouth, just the tip like she said, bathing me in a pool of sticky saliva whilst sloshing that smooth, soft tongue oh hers around in a circle around my foreskin, unfurling it with a flick.

Close to the finish line, she chased her prize, smiling more to herself than me at being proven right, sucking on my meaty member with her moist, wet lips, willing me to spill.

“Mmm..come..”

“Come in my mouth baby..”

“Mmm..come for me Dice..” Emma hummed, swirling her tongue around like a tornado until she had me cornered.

Leaning back, I jerked my hips, grunting deeply from my core as I filled her orally with my thick spunk, watching Emma’s hollowed cheeks slowly expand as the volume of sperm increased in her mouth, gulped down without a second thought, jerking my spasming shaft as she continued to suck..all the way to the last, salty drop of seed.

“I told you I could do it..” Emma smirked, dragging her lips down to my balls and up again before standing up beside me.

“Now..let's not keep her waiting.” She winked, swiveling on her heels and stalking her way towards the house.

We passed Mateo on the way, his jacket reeked of mist, eyes disengaged from reality, high on his own product. That was until the family man caught sight of Emma, his idol, his queen, once again taking the knee to seek her guidance.

“Miss..Emma..” He humbly nodded.

“Hey cutie..”

“Not right now.”

“Me and the boss are going to play.”

“Maybe later..” The brunette smiled, pecking her disciple on the cheek.

“You have domesticated the man..” I chuckled.

“He follows my lead..”

“A bit like Elena.”

“Quite fun to have a girlfriend in the game..” 

“Eileen is a little too maverick.” Emma scoffed, opening the door to our room.

Leading me in by my softened cock, the former tennis star flexed her flair for dominating, pointing me in the direction of the athletic blonde dressed in a delicate embroidered nightdress, flowing in just the right places.

“Sir..” Elena spoke under her breath.

“Do you like what you see, Dice?” Emma asked, beating me off in her grasp. 

I strained at her efforts to get me hard, pulsing at the tight, merciless grip of her tennis hand stroking me up and down in the presence of the, in many ways, innocent blonde. She had had her first taste of the dark arts tonight, a peek behind the curtain and once seen, there was no going back.

“Yes..yes..I do..” I groaned, beckoning Elena towards us.

Snapping her fingers at her tennis companion, the tall, slender blonde crawled on all fours towards the edge of the bed.

“Suck him..” Emma commanded, docking me with Elena’s lips as she gently squeezed my balls.

“Your reward..baby.”

“For taking care of business.” The brunette, nibbled at my ear, rushing me forwards, nearly choking her friend on my cock as we tumbled onto the bed.

“Mmphh..Mmphh..ECHHH..” Elena choked, spewing me out of her mouth together with a healthy dose of spit.

“Ride..ride me..” I sighed, wrangling the leggy athlete and dumping straight on my lap.

She wasn’t wearing any panties, my cock spearing her upon first asking, separating her shaven folds and sinking halfway.

“Ughhhhhh.” The blonde gasped, throwing her hands up behind her head and flexing her powerful abductors.

Grabbing her by the top of her thighs, I pulled her hips towards me, burying my dick into her cunt till I felt the sublime caress of her tender cervix.

“Ride that shit, Elena..ride it..” I gritted my teeth, spanking her firm arse cheeks with my palms, sending the blonde into panting hysterics.

“Ahhhh..Ahhhh..Ahhhhh..Diceee”

“Diceeee..Ughhhh..DICEEEE” She wailed as my hands roamed her tits, stripping them of her delicate gown.

Her waxed slit was velvet smooth, rising and falling on my lap like a tidal wave of pussy, reacting and contracting at the level of depth I was hitting her and let me hit it she did. 

With hands pinned back and soldered onto my inner thighs, Elena sat atop my lap like it was her throne, worshipping the very cock she rode as I riffled it in and out of her sopping wet cunt. 

I reached out for Emma and the warmth of her sex, wanting to be inside both of them at the same time. My knuckles grazed the brunette’s clit before latching onto her slimy folds, already lubricated in her womanly essence.

“Fuck..fuck my fingers like a good whore while I make your friend come..” I turned, burrowing my digits inside the former tennis star until all that was left was my thumb playing whack a mole with her sensitive button.

“Comeee..make..that..blonde..bitch..come” Emma mewed, drawing a scowl from the blonde on top of me.

The sounds of sloshing fingers and squelching private parts mirrored the moans coming from the two girls as I raised my hips as high as they would go, fully sheathing myself inside Elena whilst thrusting my right hand aggressively between Emma’s twitching legs, forcing the issue. Both girls were coming, it was just a question of who first.

“Uhhhh..Bbbb..Babee..you’reee.”

“You’re on my G-spot..”

“Ughhh..I..can..feel..you..on..myy…G-spot..babyy..” Emna cried, answering that question.

Her pussy squirmed as I juiced it, fighting against her rapid contractions, forcing her folds open and dipping my thumb inside. I was fisting her, knocking on the door to her birthing chamber as my knuckles rapped along her G-spot.

“Who’s my whore, Emma?”

“Who is it?” I demanded.

“Ughhh..meee..I..am..”

“I..am..AGHHHHH” Emma screamed, closing her eyes and seizing up on my hand.

Pussy juice sprayed out of her sex and dribbled down my wrist, picking up the flow the moment I unplugged myself. Her folds were all puffy, swollen and red, leaving thick webs of creamy grool on my fingertips, which I duly fed to Elena, still grinding away on my lap, using my dick as a pestle on her soft, supple womb.

“Now..now it’s your turn..” I studied the blonde, reaching up to knead her fleshy mounds.

“You..You call her a whore?” Elena gasped, cupping my hands and squeezing them tightly, digging the corners of my nails into her sensitive nipples.

“Ahhhh..” She winced, smiling masochistically at me.

“Why..do you want a name too?” I smirked, pressing on her cervix for the hundredth time.

Elena nodded, leaning over to kiss my lips, giving me a taste of her tongue as we exchanged spit.

“Suka..”

“Call me suka..”

“Your blonde..suka.” She whispered in my ear, biting down seductively on my bottom lip.

“It means bitch..” Elena cooed, revving her hips in a semi circle as I felt her cunt squeezed down on my shaft with a passion.

A competitive blaze ignited in her eyes along with Emma, sharing a kiss with the i satiable brunette whilst humping my dick like a woman on a mission. I liked her suggestion, it was..poetic, given her innocent demeanor.

“Fine..” I smirked in agreement, pumping my hips towards the heavens, piercing her cunt like a savage.

“AHHHHH..DICEEEE..” Elena cried, swaying perilously close to the edge, pounding her towards orgasm.

“Suka..fucking suka..”

“Take that cock in your blonde..SUKA..CUNT!” I bellowed, nailing my dick against her womb, staking my claim.

“Ahhhhh..Yessss..Yessss..YESSSS..” She howled, pussy yearning, begging to be filled.

“That’s it..Elena..”

“Good girl..”

“That's my good bitch..my suka..”

“Now finish it..” I replied coolly, leaking all over her pink, vaginal walls, ready to unload.

She knew what was going to happen, welcomed it even, spreading her legs and letting me go as deep as I wanted as I stared into her cold eyes. The girls shared another kiss as the leggy blonde came on my dick, hugging me tightly and taking me to the back where I proceeded to inseminate her mid hip role.

“Ohhhh..Ohhhh..AHHHHHH..” Elena let out, suspending herself mid air as I fuel injected her pussy full of my essence.

“Come up her pussy baby..”

“Ughh..then come up mine..” Emma chanted, scratching my chest and then straddling my face from above.

I was greeted with darkness, moist..warm..darkness. Semi hard inside the tennis starlet, Elena continued to ride me, churning that fresh, warm sperm inside her innocent little..suka cunt. On the contrary it was Emma who was supplying the cream up top, feeding me with a steady flow of her womanly fluids, grinding that perfect sex of hers along my protruding tongue.

My hands roamed her firm, athletic cheeks, finding her crack where I searched for her puckered entrance, locating it within the first couple of tries. I swiped my middle finger back and forth, making a card payment to get her warmed up before breaching Emma’s back door.

She squirmed on me, loosening the force of her thighs around my face at my intrusion allowing me to hear the girls chatter discreetly. There were kissing noises, deep, tongue tied kissing noises before I felt Elena slowly disengage from my lap, letting all the ejaculate I had pumped into her cunt flow down my shaft.

“Suck him..”

“He likes it on his tip..” I heard Emma say before a pair of soft lips descended on my prick.

Whoever that was on me was taking her time, licking and kissing around my crown with curious intent, cleaning these men off of my skin and replacing it with spit. It made me twitch, darting my tongue deeper between Emma’s cunt lips prompting her to moan audibly at the penetration, giving me more of her juices to drink down.

“Let me..”

“Ughhh..let me help..” She gasped, bending over me and resting tits on my shins as her lips made contact with the other side of my shaft, working me from a different angle than that of her friend.

The dual stimulation from both girls was driving me wild, caught between Elena’s softer approach, moving to my sack now as she gently sucked on both my orbs leaving the hungry brunette to dominate my cock on her own, making full use of the entirety of her throat.

“Gluck..Gluckk..Gluckkk..Gluckkkk..”

“Mmmm..Mmmm..Aghhhh..” Emma hummed over my meat, spitting on the tip and smearing it underneath my foreskin, before biting on it playfully.

“Fuckk..Ahhhh..” I grimaced, gurgling on the thick, translucent fluids covering my face.

“Sorry..got carried away..” Emma giggled, before both of them French kissed my leaking tip.

Tasting Emma’s lustful juices only spurred me on, lapping it up like a Red Bull stimulant, hardening my shaft to full mast, ready to fuck again. There was a shuffling of the decks up above, with the girls somewhat discussing their next move only for the wet, warm hug of somebody’s cunt to suddenly drop onto my lap. I knew who it was from the moan, opening my eyes to see Elena sensually riding me

“She bloody beat me at rock, paper..scissors..” Emma sighed, taking a sideline role and watching the blonde.

Out of reach from my outstretched arms, I couldn’t reach her from here, probably a deal they both made to have my full attention.

“Cccome..”

“Ughhhh..come in me..Dice..”

“Come inside your suka..” Elena groaned, rhythmically winding her hips, drawing the first few drops of precum from my balls.

I could see Emma in my periphery, scowling at having lost her little bet, but remaining true to her word, sitting back and watching.

“Finger yourself..now..” I barked at the incredulous brunette, blushing at my orders as she began to touch herself.

Flashing my attention back to Elena, I secured her by the hips and held her steady. She knew what I wanted, coming to a stand still, waiting for my aggressive thrusts.

“You want it in your bitch cunt Elena?”

“You want me in this tight..bitch pussy?” I growled, throwing the hammer down and spamming her sex with powerful strokes that bulged her insides.

“AHHHHH..AHHHHHH..YESSSS..YESSSSS…YESSS.”

“Tell me you want it in your bitch cunt Elena..”

“Demand it!” I grunted, feeling my balls tug sharply, roaming her tits for extra support, squeezing down savagely. 

“UGHHHHH..DICEEEEE…” The leggy blonde shrieked, throwing caution to the wind, convulsing on my lap.

“Comeee..Comeeeee…”

“Come in my bitch pussy..”

“Ahhhh..come in my bitch..pussyyy.” She wailed, merely doubling over if it was not for Emma propping her upright as we neared the home straight.

I looked into those cold eyes and saw them thaw for the first time, railing into her sex like a man possessed.

“Fucking..SUKA..”

“God Damn..fucking SUKAAA!!!” I grunted, firing rope after rope of thick milk into her cunt, emptying myself deep inside her pussy, leaving my mark on her walls.

She was in a right state, with barely the energy to breathe properly, slumping over to her side leading me to pull out of Elena in a sloppy mess with only one thing on my mind. My eyes zeroed in on the brunette, already on her knees by the side of the bed ready to suck me off.

It was a double bluff however, on my end at least, aiming my tip at her face and letting a stream of piss hit her cheeks, causing her to recoil in surprise.

“No..no..”

“Open your mouth Emma..”

“That’s it..”

“Open it..”

“Open it..and swallow..”

“Take that piss on your tits..”

“Take it on your tits and that filthy whore mouth of yours..” I smirked, holding her steady and letting it flow.

Elena gasped in shock behind us, but it mattered not, emptying my bladder on the willing brunette as she finally took my pissing dick into her mouth and swallowed, drinking my golden liquid.

“Suck it up baby..suck it up with those slutty lips..”

“Fucking drink me..drink me till I’m hard..” I groaned, spraying her olive face with stream after stream of my golden fluids, splashing across her cheeks, neck and tits, before pumping her in the throat to water her thirst.

Emma gargled the last puddle of piss in her mouth, making a spectacle of it with her eyes closed, letting me see the deep well hiding her pink tongue.

Drenched in my urine, the pure filth at what I had just done came in the form of that pungent, acidic smell of ammonia, something that made Elena gag somewhat, taking a step back. It had the opposite effect on Emma however, licking her lips with anticipation, more turned on than ever.

“Warn me next time..” The brunette smirked.

“And where’s the fun in that.” I struck back, easing her sticky body down onto the bed.

Grasping my cock between her legs, she sought to shove me straight inside her cunt if it not for a pair of wandering hands, blocking my entrance. Elena knelt behind me, apparently recovered from her brief disgust of the toilet play she had just witnessed, licking my crack from behind and sucking my tip. Her face was perfectly positioned below my sack, dipping them into her mouth as I pushed forwards into Emma, spearing the brunette's cunt.

“Oooohhh..Ahhhh..” The olive skinned beauty cooed, raising her hips to meet my slow, purposeful thrust.

“Keep..Ughhh..keep your mouth right there Elena..”

“No quitting..” I groaned, proceeding to stroke myself back and forth between Emma’s tanned thighs.

“Told you she was good..” Emma smiled, picking up on my pleasurable moans at having my balls sucked at the same time as me fucking her.

“Mmm..tell her to finger my ass too..”

“Finger both..Ughhh..” 

“Both of..usss.” She cooed, wrapping her strong legs around me and clamping down hard.

Ever the astute listener, Elena did just that, snaking her fingers like elongated tendrils. Emma’s eyes rolled back as she was double penetrated, with mine soon to follow at the depth of her intrusion. It made me throb inside the brunette, stopping me in my tracks, savouring the moment for a little while, still bathed between Elena’s soft lips as she fingered my asshole simultaneously.

“Don’t..ughhh..you..dare..stoppp..” Emma mewed, clenching her folds around my length, sucking me back into her womb.

For a second I pictured who she once was, or what was projected to be. The young up and coming Brit that took the world by storm winning the US Open as a teenager. The thought of corrupting her back then made my cock leak, smearing evidence all over her soft, fleshy walls as I pushed up against her birthing chamber once more, but I knew the truth..Emma was never that innocent.

She was a wolf in lambs clothing, I just unlocked the chains, gazing down at the beautiful woman she was now. That raw impenetrable will pierced deep, deeper than my cock pounding on the door of her womb, claiming her cunt, making her mine.

“Don’t..ughh..stop baby..” She cooed, again, this time locking me in for life with her sculpted thighs.

I could still feel Elena pushing mad prodding inside me, those fingers working overtime giving me a meticulous prostate massage whilst still suckling on my churning nuts.

“I..fucking love you..” I groaned in her ear, losing myself in the moment.

“Jesusss..Ughhhh..”

“Tell me again..tell me that again baby..” Emma blushed, looking into my eyes.

I thurusted harder, slapping her cervix with the tip of my prick making her wince.

“I love..”

“Love this whore pussy..” I changed tact, shaking the momentary weakness.

“Chicken shit..” Emma snorted, clenching her cunt around my girth, making me strain.

“Come on then big boy..”

“Seed me..” Emma taunted, trying her best to snap my dick off with her vaginal muscles.

I overpowered her, cradling her head in both hands and proceeding to pound her into oblivion, so much that Elena could barely keep up with her lips, trailing my sack in desperation.

“Ohhh..fuckkkk..baby..yesss..”

“OHHHH..FUCKKK..BABY..YESSSS..” Emma screamed, getting her pussy nailed to the mattress.

Her toned stomach bulged with me riffling inside her at speed. Each stroke thudded against her cervix, eliciting that pleasure/pain wince that turned me on so much I couldn’t help but go harder.

“You like that?”

“You like me fucking you in your baby maker?”

“Your tight..wet..slutty hole, Emma?” I bellowed, fucking her harder and faster, slapping my balls off her now battered slit, escaping the clutches of the blonde still trying to get me back into her mouth.

“Ughhhh..yessss..”

“Fuckkk..yes, baby..fuck me..”

“Fuck me in my dirty hole..”

“Ahhhh..fuck me in my dirty fuck hole babyyy..” She begged, biting down on my neck as I ran rampage between her legs.

“Shittt..”

“Ohhhh..shittt..”

"You're gonna make me comeee..”

“Babe..you're gonna me me comeee.” Wrestling me for control.

Scratching her nails against my skin, Emma used her athleticism to role us mid thrust, pinning me to the bed as she drove her hips into overdrive. Pinned against the back of her womb, she rubbed her battered sex against my tip until it hurt.

“Nice..nice move..” I smiled in pressed, admiring her perfect breasts.

“Hmmm..less talking..”

“More fucking Dice..”

“Ughhhh..do it baby..”

“Do itttt, fucking do itttt..”

“Come in me..”

“Come in my whore pussy..Dice..”

“I wanna feel you..surging inside of me.”

“Fuckk..yesss..”

“Do it baby..”

“Ughhh..come in my whore pussy..” She whined, rising up and placing her hands above her head, riding me to orgasm as I proceeded to hold her by the hips and fuck her raw.

“That’s it girl..don’t stop..”

“Don’t fucking stop, Emma..”

“Stay right there.”

“Let me fuck that whore pussy.”

“Let me pump that slutty..Asian..cunttt!” I growled, clawing at her breasts as I fired rope after rope of hot searing spunk right to the back of her womb, filling her with milky ejaculate.

“You..you..sooo love me..” Emma snorted, playing with my chest hair.

“I do.” I replied without hesitation, tickling her clit with my thumb.

“Erm..shall I..leave?” Elena sounded behind us. 

The coy blonde sank back to old habits, retreating into her shell.

“Lick me out..” 

“Suka..” Emma smouldered, lifting herself off my lap, letting the river run dry.

Like a tamed pup, Elena got on her knees and started to lap away at the juices flowing out of the brunette’s cunt. Thick, creamy semen pooled on between her legs which the blonde dispatched without thinking twice.

“You look sexy with me dripping out of you like that.” I commented, admiring the water feature between her legs.

“Yeah..well you gave her two..”

“I only got one..” She replied with a smirk.

“I..don’t want to get in the middle..”

“Shhh..keep licking..”

“Just keep licking me.” Emma hushed the blonde, running her fingers through her hair.

The rest was welcomed, albeit a brief one as our eyes met once more. She liked Elena, liked how malleable she was, not that she was stupid or anything like that. The blonde beauty was very switched on, I think she just got off on being submissive or perhaps it was still an overhang from her days with her coach.

“Shall..we..” Emma smiled, pointing to the sideboard.

I knew what her cheeky expression meant and what she wanted, tracing my steps over to the small cabinet and opening the drawer.

“Black or red?” I called out.

“Mmm..black..definitely black.” The brunette replied curtly.

“Black..black what?” Elena asked, turning around.

“Focus..on..me..” Emma distracted her, pushing her back down to lick her pussy.

Unsnapping the clasps, I got into position. A bit like I did with her Coach, only this wouldn’t be fatal. Much like a deer in the wild, something felt off to the blonde, but it was too late, her hands were tied and mouth gagged, thrashing around against the restraints, teeth biting down on the ball gag.

“Mmm..Hmmphh..MMM..Hmmphh..MMMM.” Elena struggled, rolling onto her back.

“Shhh..don’t fight it..”Emma beamed, thriving in her role as teacher.

“She insisted..on the theatrics..” I sighed, shaking my head.

“What are you on?”

“You agreed to this too..Dice.”

"It's our new..hazing initiation.” The brunette chuckled.

Pulling out her lipstick she wrote my name on Elena's chest in dark red lettering.

“Now..the task at hand..if you choose to accept..”

“Ps..you will.”

“Ahem..rub off the red lettering by any means necessary..”

“If you succeed, the restraints go..”

“If not..well..then..” Emma let her voice trail.

Elena looked confident, quietly so, getting ready to roll over and rub it on the sheets before the final piece of the puzzle was dropped.

“Ahh..one more thing..”

“Dice and I will be fucking you while you try..”

“Baby..hand me the strap on.” Emma sniggered, as the level of anticipation ran havoc on Elena’s face.

To be continued..

Chapter Text

The Following is Fan Fiction and should be taken as such. This story follows on from Emma Raducanu And Bianca Bustamante - The Fast Lane

Elena never did get that lipstick off, managing only the first and part of the last letter with it coming off courtesy of a bit of splash back with Emma trying her hand at a bit of water sports. It was a night for the ages, memorable that's for sure, one that would stick with me for a while lying between the two beautiful women. Sleeping like a freight train the tall tennis star snored away, curled up in a little ball facing away from me. The spoils of war still marked her inner thighs with my faint white seed dried at the opening of her anus. To be honest I was tempted to push my morning wood inside and give it to hercwhile she was asleep if it not for Emma stirring beside me. The brunette fluttered her eyes open complimented by a mischievous smile. Her yawn was loud and powerful, like a lioness, stretching out her claws and dragging them down to my chest, finding the hardness of my morning wood and jerking it gently.

“There’s my bad boy..”

“Mmm..where’s blondie?”

“Cut and run already?” She joked.

“Shhh..she’s sleeping..” I smirked, resting my head back, letting her take me.

“Ahhh..”

“She sleeps like..an angel.” Emma stifled a laugh, pressing her thumb down on my piss slit and watching the precum envelop her fingers.

“So..what’s the itinerary for today?” She asked.

“Let’s..let’s not worry about that..”

“Just focus on what you’re doing.” I winked.

“Oh yeah?”

“Did my Dice enjoy last night with his tennis girls?”

“Bet it must be up there with your top fantasies..fucking a pair of tight..athletic pussy’s till the sun came up.” She whispered in my ear, peeling back my foreskin.

I bucked at her words, straining between her firm grip as she proceeded to tighten her fingers and pump me up and down, managing a defiant shake of the head.

“No? Was that a no, Dice?”

“You ungrateful wanker?”

“C’mon then..what is your ultimate fantasy? And you better not say Eileen.” Emma scowled.

I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly, pretending not to care too much.

“Tell me!” The brunette snapped, yanking my dick in her grasp making my gut wrench.

“Fuck..alright..alright..”

“It’s cliche..but nailing you in a schoolgirl outfit..is one..” 

“You dirty pervert!” Emma chuckled, adding another hand to my shaft as she masturbated me.

“Would you play my professor? My bad, naughty professor, holding me back after school then pounding me on your desk?” She smirked, dipping her mouth down on my lap and licking the tip.

“That’s nasty..and what’s the other?” She asked sensually.

“Ughh..again..cliche..”

“But fucking you in an office..you as my secretary..”

“That always did turn me on.” I grunted, getting ready to fire.

“Hmm..fairly vanilla babe..”

“But I’m glad they’re all of me.” She winked.

“Uh Huh..well what about you? What's your ultimate fantasy?" I asked, straining to keep my voice from breaking.

“Hmmm..recently”

“Recently I have come to like public transport”.

“Ahhh..of course..”

“You want to work for the TFL.” I jabbed.

“Fuck off..no..”

“I kinda..”

“I kinda..want to have a train run on me..while on a train..” She blushed bashfully.

“You filthy whore..Emma..” I groaned with satisfaction, picturing her being run through by multiple strangers.

“Naturally you would be the one to come in me first..and last..”

“Stir up all that hot seed inside me.” She hummed, gently sucking on my tip.

“You’re one nasty girl Emma..one nasty fucking girl..”

“I’m your nasty girl, Dice.”

“That’s true..”

“Now make me come..”

“Just your mouth..no hands..”

“Suck me till I’m done.” I sighed, watching the brunette bob her head up and down.

My meat streamed between her lips, leaking all over her lashing tongue as she furiously fed on my length. It didn’t take long to reach the final straw, groaning loudly as I looked into her dark brown eyes and ejaculated against the roof of her mouth, flooding her orally with my seed.

“Mmm..Mmm..Mmmm” Emma hummed, finishing me off with one last deep suck from her luscious lips.

“School’s out, Dice..” She winked.

******

Emma was right, school was most certainly out. Leaving Elena at home to sleep off the evening's event, we were on our way to meet Jennie who had not checked in after last night. Whilst the scars of being betrayed by one of our own last year still rang true, it was more out of concern for the K Pop Idol. Perhaps Teardrop was right, maybe I was getting soft these days.

We pulled up at the usual spot at, early doors. Naturally the club was still shut, with the hint of marujana stinging the eyes upon entering from the side. The keys were still hidden underneath the plant pot, a little tip Jennie had shared after our second romp at the gym.

“What..is this place?” Emma asked, eyes surveying the derelict auditorium we had just walked into.

The place seemed to be connected to the club through the corridor to the right, with cheap feeling felt running alongside it, probably soaked in all sorts of nasties.

“Right..and you call me slutty.”

“This is like a drug user's den, bloody wrank..” The brunette scoffed, pulling out a vial of purple mist and shaking it up.

“You were saying?” I raised my eyebrows.

“We’re just here to check on Jennie..so keep your wits about you.” I replied, moving deeper into the auditorium, towards the corridor.

“Pleaseee..you are just here for another threesome, Dice.”

“Seems like you have a penchant for them.” She winked.

“Who..has a penchant for what now?” A voice spoke from the shadows.

A woman stepped into the light a few moments later, her eyes all hazy, like she had been using all night. She was a fair skinned beauty, similar to Jennie but taller and sleeker. Her long legs seemed to go on forever beneath her tight fitting dress as she slumped down in front of Emma and I.

“Is that purple mist?” The curious woman asked, rocking casually on her elbows.

“Pssst..”

“That’s the hot one in BlackPink I was telling you about.” Emma smirked, teasing the brunette with the purple vial.

“Maybe another time..where’s Jennie?” I cut straight to the chase.

“Hmmp..”

“She said you were smoother than this..” 

“And it's LaLisa, by the way.” The woman introduced herself, still eying the purple vial.

“Right..so is she here or not?”

“Hmm..dunno.”

“Came back last night..then left again.”

“I have no idea..” LaLisa giggled, crawling towards Emma and pawing at her feet.

“Hey Dice..shall we have some fun with her?” The former tennis starlet beamed.

“C’mon..I’m good for it.”

“Give me a little hit and I’ll tell you where she went.” LaLisa added.

Her eyes were pleading, docile even, pandering to the brunette for a puff of the stuff. She was a customer afterall, and if it meant I could get a sample of the streamlined singer, I was all for it. Emma was right in that respect. I was starting to get addicted to this threesome business, casting my mind back to what she said in the morning and how she would love to have a train run on her. The woman was more crazed than I was, waiting for any excuse to have a bit of fun as she proceeded to unscrew the top.

“Wait..info first, then the product.” I halted the two.

“You’re definitely not as fun as she says you are?” LaLisa pouted.

“When you say she, I take it you mean Jennie?”

“Nope..”

“The Olympian..”

“That girl is wild!” LaLisa giggled.

“Ahhh..of course it’s Eileen.”

“Such a slut.” Emma snorted.

“Yeah..sleeping with numerous people..who does that?” I commented, drawing an embarrassed blush out of the brunette.

“It doesn’t count if you’re there too!” She tried to rationalise.

Picking up an empty glass I trapped the purple gas inside the cylindrical sphere before serving it to Emma with a straw. She inhaled it with ladylike finesse, sucking it up slowly into her mouth and letting it enter her system.

“You better hurry up with that lead..it’s almost gone.” I tested the Kpop star.

“She frequents the bath house..”

“Left with a man..that’s all I know.” LaLisa panicked, scrambling to take a hit of the good stuff before it was gone.

The two shared the glass amicably, fitting in a few kisses here and there to puff the purple mist into one another’s lungs. The trade was initiated by Emma of course, making a play to undress the singer whilst she was on a high.

To my surprise the leggy Kpop songstress rebuffed her advances, slapping Emma’s hand away whilst simultaneously hoovering up all of the purple mist for herself.

“I’m not that kind of girl.” She smirked, standing to her feet and blowing me a kiss.

It was clear as day LaLisa was the type of girl who was used to getting her way, standing far enough back to be out of reach, yet enticing to the eyes with her tight, streamlined body. 

Despite her obvious beauty, her game of cat and mouse didn’t really interest me that much. We had our information, it was time to go. That's what I had planned anyway, only to turn around to see Emma had vanished, scuppering our early escape right off the bat.

“Seems like your girl has done a runner..” LaLisa scoffed, enjoying the last few puffs of purple mist invading her lungs.

“Yeah..seems so.”

“She’s left me with the B-team.” 

“I came for Jennie..and got the substitute. Thanks for the info..” I turned, delving into my pocket before tossing her another purple vial.

“Wait..wait..”

“Don’t be so..hasty..”

“I’m just as good as her..if not better..”

“Probably better than your little tennis fuckdoll too.” She boasted.

“Strong words from a drug addict..”

“Not that I’m disappointed. I’m glad you like the product. Your words are just a little..hollow, given your circumstances.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m not a street bum..asshole..” LaLisa snapped.

“If that's the case..how do you know I’m telling the truth about where Jenni is?” She asked indignantly.

“Because..I know an addict when I see one..and I know you wouldn't lie to me..right?” I replied, revealing the sidearm stowed away in my holster.

“You men are all the same..”

“Power hungry..”

“Greedy..”

“Dominant..” She let slip, hovering over that last word as she took another eager hit of the purple stuff before turning her back to me, highlighting her tight rump.

“Call it a thank you..”

“For the product..” 

“I don’t like being in debted.” The brunette smiled over her shoulder.

Lifting her leg up on the chair exposed just how slender and smooth her pins really were, leaving little to the imagination with only a thin flimsy fabric covering her entry points. Dark patches stained her slit, displaying her wetness, giving me the sudden urge to stuff her from the back, adjusting myself accordingly.

“Does it..please you?” She asked, winding her hips in a figure of eight.

I glanced around to find no signs of Emma, not that I needed permission, more like company to put the singer through her paces.

“Well..if you want to do something right..” I nodded in appreciation of LaLisa’s tight form.

I unzipped my trousers and pressed the tip of my cock against her exposed rosebud, grazing LaLisa enough to let her know I was there but not fully penetrating. She gasped lightly, holding her nerve. This was a test of who would break first, prodding and teasing her backdoor, opening the songstress just enough to allow a few pearls of precum to lubricate her sacred entrance.

“So you’re..one of those..” LaLisa flashed me a devilish glare.

“I take what, I’m given..” I replied curtly, easing an inch inside, breaching her back door.

“Mmm..and what if..l

“Ughhh…what if the opportunity doesn’t arise?” She teased, milking my tip anally.

“I make my own..openings..” I gritted my teeth, grabbing her by the hips and thrusting all the way to the hilt, slamming my hips against her tight rump.

“UGHHHHH..yeahh that feel’s good..”

“Own it..”

“Own it baby..own itttt..” LaLisa whined, pushing back on my hips as I ploughed her rectum for all I was worth.

Tighter and leggier that her band mate counterpart, I noticed she had more rhythm, matching my pumps pound for pound with equal contractions of her own, trapping me inside her soft, silky arsehole as I fucked the shit out of her from behind, ruining her once, pristine starfish.

“You give Jennie a run for her money..”

“Aghhh…I’m way better than her..” LaLisa snapped, slowly descending to the floor, letting me prone bone her in the ass.

“Ohh I dunno, she has a lot of tricks.” I teased her, spanking the singer’s milky cheeks.

“TWACKK..TWACKKK..”

“How's this for tricks?” The brunette boasted, reaching her long arms between her legs and managing to plug her finger in my backdoor.

“You..dirty..little sluttt..” I groaned with satisfaction.

“Yeah? You like that baby?” 

“You like fucking me in the ass as I finger yours?” She grinned, putting the Kpop diva body to good use, gyrating all over my lap.

“TWACK..TWACKK..TWACKKK..” I followed up with a few more strikes, rippling her flesh as I stuffed her narrow canal full of meat.

“Ooohh..hit me..hit me baby one more timeee.” LaLisa mewed, face flat on the floor, abs braced.

Yanking on her hair I pulled her up so that her back rested on my chest, slapping her pussy lips with my other hand, stinging her already, reddened clit.

“TWACKKK”

“Ughhhh..don’t stop, I’m coming..”

“Don’t stop baby..I’m cominggg..” 

“Ahhh..Ahhhh…AGHHHH..” She cried, legs spread eagled on the floor, shaking as I grinded her shitpipe into dust.

I still had much more in the tank, unsheathing my raging boner from LaLisa’s abused fuckhole now swollen to the limit around her anus. A deep red ring encircled the singer’s rosebud, pulsing with a life of its own upon my withdrawal.

“Why..why d’ya stop?” LaLisa panted, glancing over her shoulder.

My eyes were fixated in the first row of seats, set ablaze with what they were feasting on.

“My woman is here..” I replied, easing her to one side.

“Jennie?”

“Better..” I smirked, spanking her ass for her brave service to anal sex.

“You gotta be kidding me.”

You didn’t even finish.” She kissed her teeth, clearly unimpressed.

“If it's any consolation..you were good, just not her.” I nodded my head in the direction of Emma.

Dressed in what could only be described as the sluttiest school uniform, harking back to the days of Britney Spears, the brunette sat smugly in the front row, hands covering exactly where I wanted to put my cock before slowly opening them to give me a peek between her strong, athletic thighs.

“You remembered?” I scoffed.

“What? Your seedy school girl fantasy?”

“Its amazing what you can find in Jennie’s wardrobe. The girl is a slutttt..” Emma giggled, crossing her legs over a la Basic Instinct.

“Erm..hellooo..” LaLisa interrupted.

“Hey..” Emma and I replied in unison.

“Thank you, for the information on Jennie..and.” Emma paused, eying her red raw rump.

“But I got it from here.” The former tennis champ snorted, sending the singer into a fit of diva rage as she stamped her feet and snatched at the empty vials of mist as if to prove a point.

“It’ll be the last..” She looked at me with dagger eyes, storming down out the side exit in dramatic fashion.

“See, that's why you shouldn’t sleep with anyone in the music industry..”

“Entitled much?” Emma chuckled, eying my straining cock just out of her reach.

“You…Miss Raducanu, are full of surprises." I replied, licking my lips.

She held out her hand and grabbed my cock, leading the way out of the main hall.

“Come, I think I saw a bed in Jennie’s changing room..probably where she has her clients.” The brunette giggled in glee.

Emma’s grip intensified, like she was rolling back the years to when she was a tennis pro, manipulating my every movement with a flick of her wrist, turning me into a slave to her control.

“Just a little further..” She smiled, opening a pair of double doors that led to another corridor, unveiling a hidden room, out of place from all the others.

We entered into a place that looked like a hotel room on the inside, with a generous walk-in wardrobe that displayed all of Jennie’s outfits. A picture of her on the desk with the rest of her band faced the mirror, as if turned away on purpose which was an interesting note, not that I could dwell on the finer details too long as Emma ushered me onto the bed.

“I was thinking we play this one differently…do a little bit of roleplay..”

“You know, shake things up a little.” She smiled.

“Go on, I’m listening.” I grinned, reeling at her tight squeeze around my meaty tip.

“Ok, let me set the scene.”

“You’re..will obviously play my professor. Happily married to your wife…Eileen with one daughter..” The brunettes smirked devilishly.

“I’ll be your student, recently transferred..”

“We have chemistry immediately..obviously, with me noticing your lingering eyes during class..”

“One day after your lesson you call me back into the office with the number one intention of bedding me…before I admit to you that I’m a virgin..”

“Teach me..Professor..” Emma whispered in my ear, her eyes calculating, voice, dead serious.

It was a lot to take in, the break neck synopsis she just dumped on the table. In years gone past I probably would have laughed it off as some silly game made to spice a married couple’s sex life up but not anymore, not with her. She just looked too damn sexy in her school girl outfit, those toned abs showing underneath her knotted blouse.

“So..”

“Where do you want me…Professor?” 

“Call me Sir..” I replied, slipping into character.

“Yes..Sir..” Emma smiled.

“Have you ever seen a man's cock before? I asked her, watching her eyes stare with excitement.

“No..Sir…it’s my first time.” 

“And what do you think?”

“Mmm..I like it. How it's so hard, and full, warm in my hands.” She mewed, grasping me with a steady grip.

“Yeah, well there is more where that comes from..” I sighed, readjusting my hips as she squeezed me particularly hard with her right hand, causing precum to leak out of the tip.

“Oopps…was that meant to happen?” She teased.

“Ughh..sometimes..”

“Why don’t you taste it..” I encouraged her, watching as she dipped her mouth down and tasted my creamy salt, getting it all over her pink lips.

“Like this Sir?” Emma purred seductively, breathing ever so softly on the tip of my prick before recoiling, studying the effect she had on me, pleasure painted all over my face.

“Just like fucking that, Emma..”

“Just like that..”

“Looks like somebody is going to get top marks.” I groaned, getting into the swing of our roleplay.

“It does..”

“Mmmm but am  I doing it?”

“Is this how your wife does it?” She doubled down on the innocence, casually masturbating me with one hand.

I strained at the cupping effect she employed on the tip, folding back the foreskin with her fingertips, tracing the ridges of my crown as her other hand stroked towards the base.

“You..are..out of this world..”

“Now do it faster..”

“Like you’re in a hurry..”

“Squeeze it with both hands and pump it up and down..” I sighed, losing all sense of reality.

“Yeah..like this?”

“I can feel you throbbing Sir..”

“Makes me feel all funny..between my legs..” She cooed, drooling on my tip.

Her brown, chocolate eyes were fixated on mime, hypnotic, trance like, getting into rhythm with her strokes as I prepared to fire.

“We will get to that in a moment..”

“Right now I just need you to go a little harder, baby.”

“Go harder, Emma.” I grunted, leaking more precum on her fingertips.

“Baby?”

“Do you call your wife that?” She teased.

“Some..sometimes..” I gasped, bucking my hips to the side.

“Well then call me something else..”

“I want to be special..”

“Aren’t I special to you, Sir?” The brunette carried on, going for my balls now as they churned in her palms.

“You are special..”

“My special whore..”

“Does that sound right?”

“Do you want to be my special whore, Emma?”

“Professor’s special cum whore?” I grit my teeth, on the brink of no return.

“Yes..Yes Sir..I do..” Emma cooed, leaning forwards towards my throbbing shaft.

“Then let’s get that whore of a school girl's face painted in spunk.” 

“I’m coming!!” I grunted, firing rope after thick rope of thick, milky semen into the air which Emma caught expertly on her face, bathing her bronze skin in my seed as I peppered her with six vicious spurts.

“Ohhhh…Sirrrr..”

“That’s so..that’s so much cum..”

“It’s all over me..”

“Sir…your cum is all over me.” She giggled, bearing me off to completion, letting me admire the artwork I had just painted on her perfect face.

“You did real good..”

“How was that for your first taste?” I asked, catching my breath.

“Mmm…it was sweet…yet salty.”

“I liked it..” Emma smirked.

I had to say she played her role well, managing to look naive and inexperienced to a tee, despite her very well developed track record. Small details like her technique, she tweaked, making it out like she didn’t know how to do certain things like jerking my cock. 

A bigger test stood before her however, as I slowly rose to my feet, surveying our surroundings for the first time. It was strange, at first I saw Jennie as a K-Pop artist moonlighting as a hooker in her spare time. Looking around at the various toys and pleasure tools dotted in every corner however I was inclined to believe it was the other way around.

The dynamic between her and her bandmate LaLisa was also quite interesting. I sensed an ire of jealousy whenever the leggy brunette spoke of her fellow singer, almost as if she believed that she should be the lead. 

“So…what’s next…Sir?” Emma asked patiently on her knees.

“Oh..you're a smart girl, I think you already know.”

“Maybe..” The brunette played her shy card.

“Indulge me.”

“What do you think is going to happen?” I asked, cupping her face.

Emma hesitated in accepting my thumb, breathing on it for the first few seconds before finally relenting, gently slipping it into her mouth.

“Mmm..you’re gonna ask me..”

“Ask me to use my mouth..”

“Mmm..just like this..” She nibbled on my appendage.

“Use your mouth on what, Emma?” I followed up, popping my thumb free.

“Your…your cock Sir..”

“You want me to use my mouth on your cock..” She muttered into my tip.

“That’s right..”

“Every day after class I want you here in my office, on your knees, ready to receive my cock in your mouth..”

“Do it well enough and I may even put it in your pussy….or even..”

“Sir…you’re making me blush..” Emma smiled coyly, hesitating over my tip.

“Play time’s over..”

“Time to work for your grades Emma.”

“Open your mouth and suck..”

“Suck it like a lolipop…as deep as you can..” I sighed, easing her warm, wet lips onto my crown and feeding her my flesh.

“Mmm..Mmmm…Mmmm..”

“Like this Sir?”

“Am I doing it right?”

“Mmm…am I pleasing you?” She drooled all over my shaft.

This was the first time she let her abundance in experience slip, deepthroating me within the first couple of seconds, showing her cards. Not that I was complaining, sheathed completely to the hilt, balls pressed firmly against her face, letting her chug on my meat.

“Rightttt..right to the back Emma, get me right to the back girl.” I groaned, placing my hand on the back of her head and locking her in place as I proceeded to thrust.

“Gluck..Gluck..Gluckk..Gluckkk..”

“Mmmm..Mmmm..MMMMMM..” Emma strained, her throat narrowing to the point of discomfort, gagging on my cock with spit and saliva shooting from the corners of her mouth.

“ECHHH..ECHHH..BLURGHHH..” The brunette spluttered, face covered in her own oral mess as I finally withdrew, letting her breathe.

“Good girl..” I nodded with approval.

“Did you enjoy that?” 

“Yes Sir..” Emma grinned, leaning forward to gently kiss the tip, latching onto a drop of precum that webbed itself to her lips.

“You see that white sticky fluid?”

“Yeh…it’s your cum.” 

“Well…in a minute, I’m going to lay you down on this bed and pump your pussy full of it.” 

“How does that sound?” I asked, grabbing her tightly around the head and forcing her mouth on my dick.

“ACKK..ACKKK..ACKKK..ACKKKK..”

“Every day Emma..”

“Every day, you’re going to come into my office.”

“And I’m going to teach you how to be a good student..”

“A good slut..” I grimaced, tagging her tonsils with hard, abrasive thrusts.”

“Sir..Ahhhh..Sirrrr..”

“I can’t..ECHHH..”

“Can’t breathe..” Emma strained as I tore my cock from her throat and roughly slapped her across the face with it, leaving a sticky red mark.

“Get on the bed..” I replied gruffly.

“But..Sir..I’m a..I’m a virgin..” The brunette struggled to hide a smile.

“My mum will get so mad if I get preg..”

“Shhhh..” I interrupted her, placing my finger against her lips.

“I will pull out, I promise.” I whispered in her ear, easing the brunette onto her back.

Breaking character, Emma looked me dead in the eyes and kicked off her skirt.

“So…how's it been nailing an innocent schoolgirl, Dice?”

“Spread your fucking legs and be quiet..” I snapped, taken over my lust and rammed my cock straight into her cunt, thumping off the fleshy safety net of her cervix.

“SIRRRRR…AHHHHHH..”

“SIRRRR IT HURTS…”

“MY PUSSY HURTSSSS..” Emma screamed, playing the virgin role so well.

“Call it growing pains..” I strained, going again, this time faster, with more force, splitting her pussy apart as I wrapped my hands around her neck and choked her.

“Ahhhh..Ahhhh..Ahhhh..AGHHHH..”

“ACKKK..ACKKKKK..” She struggled to breathe, shooting open her mouth only for me to spit down her throat and watch her swallow my saliva.

“You’re doing great Emma..”

“A, fucking star..”

“Now spread those legs girl..SPREAD EM..” I demanded, wiping her pins over my shoulders and putting her into a mating press.

“Like..like that Sir?”

“Yeah..just like that..”

“Ohhhh Myyy, you’re so deep..”

"You're so deep Sir..”

“So deep in my pussyyy..” The brunette whined.

From here I was in complete control, putting all my weight into each downward thrust on my cock, slamming harshly into her womb like an invading force, rampaging through her irresistibly tight, moist cunt.

I was fucking the character out of her, spamming my tip against Emma’s cervix with such force it was nigh on impossible to hold on to the ruse.

“God baby..that feels so good..”

“Fuckkk..”

“Ughhh..Diceee..”

“Dice, make me come baby..”

“Ughhh..make me come on your dick babe..”

“Make me come on your dickkk..” Emma wailed, frigging her sex with her free hand as her clit pulsed against my pubic bone whenever I hit depth.

Gripping her thighs in my palms I drove my shaft into her, spreading those slick, wet petals of hers, savouring the warm clench of her cunt, milking me with each piercing inch. She was on the brink, and so was I, desperate to hang on to the pleasure for as long as humanly possible.

“Call me Sir..Emma..”

“Call me SIR!” I bellowed, racking my teeth along the curvature of her breasts, sucking down harshly on her vulnerable tits.

“Ohhhh..fuckkk..”

“Ohhh..shittt..”

“Sir…SIRRR..”

“Get me…”

“Ughhh..get me pregnant…”

“Get my schoolgirl pussy pregnant!!” She cried, hooking her legs around my waist and pulling me close.

“That’s the spirit..”

“Let’s send you back to your folks, bred by your teacher!!” I yelled, thrusting deep inside her cunt before unloading what felt like a river of semen crashing against her womb.

“Ohhhh..Ughhhh..SIRRRR!!” Emma wailed, coming on my spasming dick as I filled her up to the brim.

We stayed in this locked position until I had grown soft, only pulling out once every drop of seed had been drawn by her pink, luscious folds.

“My office, the same time tomorrow..” I replied, catching my breath. 

“Sir..yes, Sir..” Emma gasped, panting breathlessly as the fruits of our labour came cascading out of her freshly fucked cunt.

To be continued..