All Fall Down. Mark Edwards

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      Once they were all inside the dingy room, Angelica shut and locked the door, then pulled the drapes closed. She turned to Patrick, a hand on her hip. Heather stood slightly behind her, the holdall containing the guns at her feet.

      ‘Take your clothes off,’ Angelica said.

      He stripped as eagerly as a virgin in a teen movie, down to his shorts, which bulged comically.

      ‘Those too.’

      He pushed them to the floor and stood naked before them, proud and erect. ‘So, what, are we going to, like, all get it on?’

      ‘Shut up and lay on the bed,’ Angelica commanded.

      His eyes widened but then he smiled again. ‘Sure.’

      He lay back. Angelica walked along the side of the bed, looking him up and down. He had the body of a Greek god, a marble statue in a museum. But real, hot flesh. She took his penis in her hand and squeezed it lightly, enjoying the feel of the thick, veiny shaft, running her thumb lightly over its circumcised head. Predictably, he tried to pull her down on to the bed but she put her free hand on his chest, pressing into the smooth flesh with her long fingernails and pushing him back down. She traced her nails down across his six pack until one hand held his cock and the other cradled his balls. She bent over and took the tip of his penis into her mouth, tasting him, running her tongue over his most sensitive spot and making him moan and reach out to touch her hair.

      She stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Heather was standing by the door, staring. It was a little irritating. Angelica said, ‘Bring me my bag.’

      ‘The holdall?’

      ‘No,’ Angelica snapped. ‘My tote bag.’

      Heather obeyed, and Angelica snapped it open.

      ‘Whoah,’ Patrick said from the bed. Angelica had produced two sets of handcuffs.

      ‘If you won’t stop being a naughty boy and trying to grab me,’ Angelica said, ‘you’ll have to be cuffed. I’m in charge here.’

      There was a flicker of doubt on his face, like he wasn’t sure how much of this was role playing, but then he smiled and nodded. ‘Cool.’

      Angelica held out the cuffs to Heather. ‘Cuff him to the bed.’

      Heather did as she was told, so the man’s arms were stretched behind him, bound to the metal headboard. He grinned up at them. ‘So are you going to fuck me now?’

      Angelica didn’t reply verbally. She gestured for Heather to approach her, simultaneously removing her own clothes, pulling her T-shirt over her head, unzipping her boots and pushing down her leather trousers. She stood in her white underwear and shook down her hair. She felt the power of the Goddess coursing through her. Her skin, as she touched it, felt ultrasensitive, all her nerve endings tingling.

      ‘Go on, strip,’ she said to Heather, noticing that her

      Sister was standing there, gawping. Over the years, Heather had watched Angelica undress many times, and Angelica had become increasingly aware of the way that Heather looked at her body, sneaking peeks when she thought Angelica wasn’t looking. Angelica had always thought it was because Heather was envious of her taut, toned stomach, her long limbs, her small-but-perfectly-shaped breasts. Heather was all lumps and bumps, with biceps a Marine would be proud of, broad shoulders and a flat chest. Her strength was admirable but she was far from sexy. In fact, Angelica suspected Heather was asexual. She had never shown any real interest in men or women. She was purely dedicated to Angelica’s cause.

      Heather removed her clothes clumsily, the guy on the bed barely paying her any attention, his eyes focused purely on the taller, slimmer woman who now removed her bra, climbed onto the bed and straddled him, pressing her crotch against his through her underwear, leaning forward so her long hair swept across his chest. He pulled against the handcuffs, his desperation to touch her clear in the flex of his muscles. He had beautiful arms.

      A beautiful chest too. She kissed him there, flicking her tongue across his nipples in turn, which made him groan. She took one nipple lightly between her teeth and applied pressure. He gasped. She trailed kisses down from his pecs to his abs, that strong, toned stomach. He bucked beneath her, his cock so hard against her underwear. She moved her face down to his groin and gently ran her tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, making him thrust against her face. That annoyed her, but it was okay, she understood his eagerness.

      She took him into her mouth again, as deep as she could, reaching up to his chest as she sucked him, digging her nails into his chest, raking them down to his stomach, then up again. The sounds he made were half-pleasure, half-pain.

      His quickening breath made her worry that he might come too quickly so she removed her mouth, causing a groan of disappointment, and she sat back on his strong thighs, touching her own breasts, stroking them while she looked into his eyes, taunting him, making him pull as hard as he could against the handcuffs.

      ‘I want to lick you,’ he said. ‘Come up here.’

      Angelica looked at Heather, who was standing beside the bed, still staring at Angelica – staring at her breasts.

      ‘Why don’t you join us?’ Angelica said, and Heather crawled on to the bed. She reached out and cupped one of Angelica’s breasts.

      Angelica took hold of Heather’s wrist and removed her hand, surprised by the flash of disappointment on Heather’s face. Before she could speak, Heather leaned forward and kissed her, sticking her tongue in Angelica’s mouth. She heard Patrick say, ‘Whoah,’ and for a moment Angelica let Heather kiss her, even kissed her back, as Heather’s hand returned to her breast. It felt exciting, even though the other woman was a clumsy kisser, her mouth too wet. Heather’s free hand was suddenly inside Angelica’s underwear, her middle finger probing and slipping inside her.

      Angelica pulled away. ‘No.’

      Heather looked shocked. ‘I’m sorry.’

      She tried to kiss Angelica again, but the blonde woman turned her head so Heather’s lips connected with her chin.

      ‘Fuck him,’ Angelica commanded.

      ‘What?’

      ‘I said, fuck him. I want to see you do it.’

      ‘Hey,’ Patrick said. ‘I don’t want her to fuck me – I want you.’

      ‘Shut up,’ Angelica said, slapping his face hard. He looked stunned. She turned back to Heather. ‘Get on top of him.’

      Heather hesitated, then manoeuvred herself so she was straddling Patrick. She took his cock in her hand, but it had wilted.

      ‘For fuck’s sake,’ Angelica said, pushing Heather aside and taking hold of the soft penis. To Patrick, she said, ‘Close your eyes and keep them shut. In fact …’ She whipped a pillowcase off one of the pillows and fashioned it into

      a blindfold, tying it around his eyes.

      She returned to his cock, which was СКАЧАТЬ