Author's Notes: Looks like I'm going to expand this into a series, see where this dark wind takes us. This is part 2 of the Blue Devil Series, it follows directly from the events of Blue Devil: Gangbanged. These characters are all over 18. This contains fetishes like choking and spanking, some drug use and anal. This isn't as hard of Non-con as the first part, but at the least it is dub-con and I will be keeping the story in non-con throughout. Thank you for the encouragement.
Enjoy!
Your nipples were gently squeezed. Arms were wrapped around you from behind, cupping your tits.
"Mmmmmm," you moaned.
You were laying on your side in bed, a thin sheet covering you. You opened your eyes, but you couldn't see anything: your sleeping mask. Running a hand behind you, you felt sleek muscular abs, whiskers rubbed your neck and lips pressed against your ear.
"Good morning, love," Johnathan whispered, his fingers flexing on your hard buds. You could feel him pressing against you, he was naked, his hardness settled against your ass, slowly gyrating as he worked his magic fingers. "Mmm, you looked so good, I thought we might pick up where we left off last night, but we have to be quick..."
You blushed, remembering the feeling of his tongue against your bare, cream-filled pussy. Last night was wrong (on so many levels), but it had happened and you had pulled the front of your skirt up and snapped several pics, memorializing the moment before you devoured his cock. You were both sucked dry before passing out.
"Mmhmmm," you were reaching to lift your sleeping mask.
"Uh-uh," Johnathan said, grabbing your wrist, "leave it on."
Not a problem. If only he knew.
He whipped the sheets off, cool morning air hitting you all over; you were naked and your rising excitement caused a bit of chill between your legs. He rolled you on your back and grabbed you by the knee, manhandling you to the center of the bed. Your legs were bent, knees up in the air, presenting your boyfriend the entire glistening opportunity. You bit your bottom lip and ran your fingers through your hair.
"You like that, don't you," he said, running his length down your slit, letting your arousal cling to him.
He was such a tease, "Put it in already," you moaned.
He grabbed your wrists and pushed them above your head, pinning you firmly. His lips found yours and then you felt him start stretching you. He was just the right size and your legs circled him loosely, holding as much of him in as you could.
His thrusts were like waves crashing against you. You could feel him tensing.
"Remember: not inside me," you begged.
He growled, paused, then his hands released yours, coming down to your exposed throat. He grabbed you by the neck and began squeezing, "I should fill you up, you little slut."
Your hands shot down to your clit and you began rubbing furiously. Air was getting short; you locked your ankles behind his back, holding him in. "Tighter..."
"Rrrrrrrraaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhh," he bellowed, straining to force open your leg-lock. You relented just as he reached the edge of the cliff, his cock sliding out of you, landing right on top of your scrabbling fingers. You instantly cup his balls and run your thumb down his thick vein. One wet pump and he began to unload on your stomach, rope after rope, hitting the bottom of your tits.
He eased his choke, relaxing down on top of you. His lips sank into yours. You were coiling up like a tiger in the tall grass, your naughty fingers had found some cum and you were working it into your clit.
His hands were holding either side of your head, thumbs on your cheeks, palms against your neck, fingers tangled in your hair. His lips wrestled yours. "Cum for me," he whispered.
Your body stiffened; you were a crystal wine glass, then a tuning fork struck and you shattered beneath Johnathan. He pressed his body tight to yours as you quivered, sliding up and down, rubbing his seed into you.
"Good morning," you whispered against his lips.
He kissed you hard then sprang up. "Time for work, lazy bone."
You sat up, peeling the edge of your mask. You caught a blurry glimpse of his taut ass as he turned the shower on, then you collapsed back into bed.
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At lunch, your phone buzzed and the name Bo$$ appeared. You furrowed your brow, a 4k image appeared. A naked woman laying on her back. Ripe gold tits with puffy pink areolas, leading down a chiseled stomach to spread legs. A redhead - THE redhead - had her mouth glued between the woman's legs, her bare ass was arched up, away from the lens. Red's emerald eyes were wide, staring lustily into the lens, she looked very thirsty indeed. "Wish you were here, bitch," was the caption.
Visceral memories of the redhead's tongue surged through you. You knew exactly what that tongue was doing. Ugh, perverts.
You typed: New phone who dis, and slammed it shut.
You snatched your phone back up and zipped off a text to Bruno, you needed help, advice, something.
A few minutes later, your phone buzzed. It was a video: Bo$$. You rushed across the food court and into the bathrooms. You crouched in the stall and with a shaking finger, hit play. The opening shot panned across the redhead, laid out on a dingy mattress, she was naked, her thighs were shut and she was rubbing them together anxiously, her big tits were hanging to the either side. She looked like she was panting, her tongue sticking out. The camerawoman then appeared in the shot for a moment, her bare feet coming down on either side of Red's face then her knees came down, then she was fully seated, a fan of red hair all that remained visible.
The perspective shifted: it was Blonde, of course. She leered into the camera as she ground herself on the redhead. "Don't act a fool, Blue. You know we don't play. We have the pics of what you did and you wouldn't want your precious cuck boyfriend to find out." She closed her eyes for a moment, then looked down and ground hard. "Deeper, slut. You really are a little freak - we didn't think you would do it. Now look at the state I'm in. We will send instructions soon. Don't fuck around." The camera swung down, Blonde held it just above Red's mouth, giving a nice angle of her cute blond landing strip disappearing into her friend's mouth.
Am I even into that? You stopped the video and discovered your other hand had snaked past your skirt, down the top of your red thong and was gently swirling your button. You jerked your hand out, absent-mindedly sliding the finger into your mouth. This wasn't college anymore, you had a boyfriend. Hopefully Bruno would help.
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The elevator dinged on the sixth floor. You stepped off, gawking at the opulence of the Ford building, with its vaulting ceilings and plush carpets.
Bruno opened the door on your first knock. He was tall, lean, mid-40s, his close-cropped brown hair was greying but his eyes were bright blue. A year ago, Bruno had posted a rant about the city and the gangs and how nothing was being done. It was a subtle and not-so-subtle call to action and you heeded it. Over several meetings, he convinced you to become a vigilante, to take experimental drugs he was purchasing from overseas and to don a costume and take back the night. It didn't hurt that you thought he was hot, that you had a thing for older guys and that his gruff, direct manner made you melt.
He looked you up and down quickly, then threw his open arms around you, pulling you to his chest. Your legs weakened for a moment and you sagged against him. He smelled like pine needles somehow and you couldn't help but take a deep breath.
"I was worried you would show up in your outfit and scare the doorman," he said, pulling your limp form through the entryway of his condo.
He leaned down, slipping his hand along the back of your ankle, easing your black high heels off and setting them next to the door.
"I know better than that," you murmured. You had rushed over straight after work, making yet another flimsy excuse with Johnathan.
Bruno put his hand on the small of your back, his strong fingers pressing firmly against your white silk blouse. He led you down the hallway and into the main sitting room, floor to ceiling windows dominated the far wall, giving a dazzling view of the city and sprawling waterfront. "Sit down, sit down," he said, pushing you towards the enormous black leather couch. "Wine?"
"Please," you replied, putting your legs under you as you perched on the couch.
He returned with a chilled bottle and a single glass, setting out a delicately measured portion of red wine. "I couldn't make much sense of your message, but I understand the need for subtlety. Are you out of Boost?"
You grabbed the glass and put it to your lips, the aroma of earth and sun struck your nose for a moment then you downed it in one. "Mmmm, yes, but that isn't the problem." Bruno had the bottle in hand before your glass touched the mahogany coffee table.
