8. Cairo

I 've never allowed someone to touch me this intimately before, and I know absolutely nothing about him, except the fact that he has the most incredibly stormy blue eyes I've ever seen. So dark they almost look navy.

"First," he speaks low, my forehead resting against his as my eyes flutter at the slow circles his thumb is performing on my clit while his fingers are knuckle deep in me. "You're going to come by my hand. Then," he continues, "I'm going to taste this juicy pussy of yours and you'll come in my mouth."

"Oh, yes," I breath, biting down on the corner of my lower lip, using one hand to pull my skirt further up and over my pussy so I can watch the way he's touching me so sensually. This has to be one of the sexiest fucking experiences I've ever had, and he's only just started. The way he made me get on my hands and knees to crawl to him made the feminist inside me scream. But I couldn't resist his demand.

"Then, when you're almost spent," grabbing my jaw he angles my face up to his and leans in close to my lips, "I'm going to chase you through this warehouse, with a knife; just like you asked for. Then, I'll find you, fuck this tight cunt like the little cum slut you are, and you're going to love every single second of my cock being balls deep inside you… Aren't you?"

"Oh my God, yes, fuck yes." I can't contain the whimpers I release as he begins vigorously rubbing my swollen nub again.

"Don't pray for God, when the Devil is staring back at you peque?o ." Removing his hand from behind my back, he grips my chin tightly, pulling my mouth open. Lifting his mask just above his lips he spits directly into it. "Fucking swallow." The moment his saliva lands in my mouth I do as instructed. Holding onto my throat, as he begins working my clit faster, my mouth falling open.

Heavy breathing permeating the air with a slight hint of desperation. "Do you like doing this?" he asks, slipping his fingers in and out of me and bringing them back up to my clit where he rubs his fingers from left to right this time. Switching the performance up. "Fucking men you only just met."

"No," I whisper through gritted teeth trying to look down and watch. The crack of his fingers against my pussy makes me jolt and cry out.

Not because it was painful but because my adrenaline in this moment is so high, its more pleasurable than anything else.

"Tell the truth." Sliding his fingers back inside me, he begins finger fucking me with an upturn of his fingers. Reaching that curve and hitting the spot every woman loves. "Tell me what a dirty little whore you are."

"Oh, fuck. Yes!.. I'm a dirty little whore." He begins working me faster, and this time, instead of pushing his fingers in and out, he leaves them deep inside me. Fingers still curved up, his hand begins moving back and forth and I can hear myself getting wetter and wetter the more he plays with me. A new feeling enters my stomach, and I can't ignore it.

My lower stomach tensing, "wait."

Shit, I might need to use the toilet.

Gripping the wrist trying to stop him, he smiles. "Don't hold that feeling in, when I tell you to, I want you to bare down and push."

"W-what?" I stutter, my eyes rolling back in my head, the wet sounds of him fingering me like a man possessed make me cry out. The pressure rises and I can feel myself clench tightly around his fingers

"Come for me now, Cairo. Right… fucking… now!"

"Oh my fucking… SHIT!" I scream the last word, doing exactly what he says as he pulls his fingers free, sliding them up to my clit and rubbing me through this intense feeling. In that moment, I realise what's happening. I'm fucking squirting, the sound of my release hitting the floor between his legs.

"That's my girl." Standing up with me in his arms, he spins, placing me in the chair. "Now close your eyes, if you look down at me, if for a single second you open those eyes, I'll stop."

"Okay." I respond quickly, already desperate to come again. I know what I signed up for, and initially I never expected to be chosen. But now, fuck I'm glad I did. I close my eyes and wait for his mouth to descend on my pussy.

Pushing me back, he places his arms under my thighs and drags me forward slightly, lifting one of my legs over his shoulder, he presses the other on the inside of my knee. Keeping me wide open and completely exposed to him, with my eyes closed, I wait patiently for his tongue to meet my bundle of nerves and the minute it glides along my slit, I groan. If I wasn't so turned on, I'd be embarrassed. He sucks the remainder of my release into his mouth and aggressively spits it back against my throbbing cunt and repeats.

The sound and feeling of him doing something like that turns me on more than it should. I feel him rise up my body, and I make sure I follow the only rule he gave me. Pulling my jaw down, he spits my release into my mouth, then covering it with his hand.

"Taste yourself." His breathing just as ragged as my own, our sounds melting together. "Fucking glorious."

Leaning back down he takes my clit into his mouth, his tongue swirling over it in circles. I hold the back of the seat and my other hand sits on top of his head, gripping the nylon fabric of the balaclava tightly in my grasp. My abdominal muscles clenching as the feelings of euphoria and sensitivity bleed into one.

"Yes!" I cry out. "Oh fuck, Deckard, yes!" at this man's complete mercy. I thought his fingers were good, but his mouth is fucking unbelievable.

He moans around my clit, sending the vibrations directly over it, bringing both his hands between my legs, he leans back slightly, using his thumbs to spread my pussy lips open, then moving back in. Devouring my pussy with his mouth. Eating me out like he will never get another chance.

My body is screaming, chills running up my spine as he works me. Not missing a single part of me as his tongue dips in and out of my hole too.

"Fuck, Cairo," he moans. The same feeling as before begins to build, the butterflies in my stomach becoming more aggressive. The tip of his tongue flicking over my clit so delicately and at the perfect angle that I'm sure my screams can be heard from outside.

"Please, can I come… Please, please!"

"Just like you did before," he laughs. "Remember what I said." I move my other hand to the back seat -eyes still closed tight- and I'm sure all my knuckles are white from the way I'm gripping the wood. I squirt again. His mouth pressed against my pussy for a few seconds, before pulling back and rubbing his hand over my release, spreading it over my pussy and thighs.

"Good whore. That's a good fucking whore."

He hums, elongating the praise and I'm fucking dying. I haven't come that much and that fast since I started having sex and never in my wildest dreams did I think I would enjoy it.

I thought it would be fun to try something new.

"Fuck." I'm breathing heavy, arm swept over my face.

"Oh no, don't die on me yet." He laughs hoarsely, pressing a kiss to my throat, "Open your eyes." The moment I do, his face is covered with the balaclava again. Grabbing me by the throat, he drags me from the chair back down to the floor. "Take my cock out, Cairo, but keep your eyes on me."

Lifting my shaking hands to his waistband, I find the button and pop it through the hole, dragging the zip down slowly. My eye's flick down and within a split second, he clicks his fingers in front of my face, and I look up.

"Right here." He points to his own eyes.

I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing right now. Allowing a man to treat me this way should disgust me. Not knowing what he looks like should frighten me, but instead, I'm wetter and more excited than I have ever been.

Wrapping my hand around his cock, that's when I feel them.

Six metal bars on the underside of his shaft.

My eyes widen in surprise, still never leaving his and a devilish grin forms under the black fabric of the balaclava, his eyes creasing at the corners as he looks down on me.

"Mouth open, tongue flat and breathe through your nose. Nod if you understand me."

Instead of nodding, I perform the instructions for him, and he brushes his hand over the top of my head. Lining the head of his thick shaft up with the opening of my mouth. My tongue brushing the sensitive underside of his cock causing him to groan deep within his chest.

Bending slightly at the waist, he entwines one hand in my hair on top of my head and the other on the underside of my jaw, widening my mouth open as far as it can go. Before I even have a chance to protest, he pushes his shaft in my mouth and down the back of my throat, until my nose is pressed to his pelvic bone.

I struggle slightly but he holds me in place. "Hold it, Cairo. Don't you dare fucking gag." After a few seconds, he pulls out, strings of thick saliva connect from my mouth to his cock, and I take in the deepest breath. "Such a good girl, taking my cock like a hungry slut!" I take another deep breath, my eyes starting to water. "Again?" He questions and I nod immediately.

Doing the same things as before, he pulls my head forward and slides all the way down, but this time he begins fucking my throat forcefully. Saliva seeping from the corners of my mouth and down my chin, the sounds of him moving in and out of my throat have me making a guttural, wet sound deep within my throat.

Tears streaming from the corners of my eyes, trailing down either side of my face. The burning in my chest from not being able to breathe causes panic within me. As though he knew, he pulls back a little.

"Look at you, on your knees. Just another bunch of holes for me to fuck, right?" He pulls out of my mouth, and I cough. Saliva dripping over my chest. "Answer me, Cairo."

"Yes!" I shout, not expecting my words to be that loud.

Shoving his cock back down the back of my throat he holds it there again and I heave slightly. Pressing his hand behind my head, pulling my face closer to his groin, and forcing himself farther back, as far back as he can go. My chest heaves and he pulls out swiftly the moment I cough around his cock. I fall back, my hands splayed out behind me to hold me up. "Yes fucking what!?" he bellows.

"I'm another bunch of holes for you to fuck!" I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. Jesus fucking Christ how can I have someone speak to me like this and be as wet as I am?

Crouching in front of me, his eyes crease behind the balaclava. "You have a sixty second head start peque?o. Use it well." With that, he winks, standing up and readjusting himself back into his black combats. "Run my girl, because the moment I catch you, no matter where you are, I'm going to fuck you." Clicking his fingers loudly in front of me, I scramble to my feet, pulling my skirt down as I run.