Page 57 of The Filth Kings

Her pussy was drenched and it felt like silk against my fingertips. She moaned sexily as she reached back and fondled my pussy with her nipples pointed at the ceiling. Maylee mimicked my rhythm and the same movements that I did to her. I tried to concentrate but I couldn’t because her fingers felt so good pressing against my clit.

I decided to take control, since there was no turning back from any of this. Plus, this was my chance to explore a woman. I always found myself attracted to beautiful women. I wanted this just as bad, despite the predicament. I told Maylee to lay on her back so I could explore her. I licked and kissed my way down her body then went back up to her nipples.

I used my tongue to trace around her areola. I slid my tongue underneath her tittie. I took my time to savor every inch of her soft warm skin. My lips traveled across her chest as I moved to her other tittie. My tongue flicked around her nipple; Maylee moaned as her back arched off the bed.

I let myself lose control; I stopped worrying about being locked up in a pit. I stopped worrying about my life being on the line. I wanted to feel the thrill right now of crossing my own boundaries. I wanted to act out my so-called forbidden desires. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and stuffed it.

Maylee’s moans sounded like a small victory to me. I sucked hard, then swirled my tongue around her nipple. I smiled against her skin, as my teeth grazed around her nipple lightly. I gave her other breast the same attention then pulled them both close together until both of her nipples almost touched.

I sucked them both at the same time then released them with a loud pop. I blew air on them as I listened to her ragged breathing. The tables had turned. I was in control, and I planned on trying to turn her every way but loose.

“Yes, Angel.” She moaned with her hips grinding against me.

My mouth trailed down her body, my teeth grazed her skin. I spread her legs with my hands and eyed her pussy as I laid down on my stomach. I never ate pussy before, but I knew exactly the way I liked mine ate. I teased the edges of her pussy with my breath. I wanted to tease her just how she teased me before diving in. I used my fingers to spread her slick fold apart then slid two fingers into her wetness effortlessly.

My lips enveloped her clit with a soft suckle. I curled my fingers inside of her and let my tongue dance all over her clit with a rhythm of my own. Maylee’s body shuddered; I felt her pussy contract around my two fingers. I don’t ease up as she bucked wildly into my mouth.

“Let me cum on your pussy so I can taste our juices together.” She panted.

I came up for air, Maylee gave me no time to react. She quickly got me on my back and crawled on top of me. She twisted her body to the side and crossed her leg over my stomach.

“Your pussy is so fat, I got to spread that shit just to get our clits to kiss,” She murmured as I looked up at her titties bounce while she adjusted herself between my legs.

Her clit met mine, I reached up to cup her tittie as she started to grind her clit against mine. Her hips moved frantically as our clits rubbed together. I flicked my index finger over her nipple then pinched tightly as I moaned lowly. I became entranced with the way her wet pussy felt against mine. She swirled her hips sexily then thrusted into me harder.

I touched all over her soft body then gripped her hips tighter to grind her over me faster. My stomach tightened. It felt so good that I begged her to pound her pussy against mine harder. Maylee reached down as our arms tangled. She played with my titties the same way I played with hers.

Our moans harmonized as we came together. Maylee kept her promise by licking both of our juices off of my pussy until I came again. We laid next to each other quietly. I appreciated the silence because in this moment, I knew that I was ruined as far as sex went, probably for the rest of my life. I loved dick, but messing with a woman had intoxicated me. I could already feel myself growing addicted.

Twenty-Six

“How didyou end up working for Detavio?” I asked Maylee.

I looked over at her, she was relaxed as she laid back on the bed naked with a blunt between her plumped lips. She took a long pull then sat up to pass me the blunt that I really didn’t want to hit. I decided to take a couple of puffs just to relax myself and see if she’d be open to converse.

“Detavio don’t realize that he saved me from his father Impurity.” Maylee sat up and folded her legs.

“My father worked for Impurity’s parents a little bit before Impurity Sr. got murdered. Impurity Sr. worked alongside the governor as lieutenant governor. The Decebal family has so much power that it’s almost sickening. My father always wanted in on the power and money that was associated with the Decebal men. So he moved him and I to Arkville when I was young. I never understood what exactly my father did for Impurity. All I know is…my father got into some sort of trouble and allowed Impurity to take me.” Her words trailed off as she rocked herself back and forth.

“Where was your mom?” I scooted a little closer to her to rub her back in circles.

“I never knew my mom. My father is gay, he despised women. He didn’t look gay at all, women constantly threw themselves at him. He fake courted a few of them as well. His obsession was being in Arkville. He turned his back on me when I needed him most.” Maylee’s jaw clenched.

“I was caged, beat, and forced to do whatever it was Impurity ordered me to do. My heart went out to Detavio. Before he really got his business off the ground, he was considered a prisoner as well…at least in my eyes he was. He’d walk around Impurity’s house like everything disgusted him. He never really talked much, I watched him a lot. Most of the time he was covered in blood. Impurity would sometimes force the women that he kept in the house to watch Detavio cut out human organs. It was something he did to scare us to keep us all in check. Detavio’s hands used to shake, but he’d get the job done and walk out the room with no words leaving his mouth.” Maylee swallowed down.

“How did he save you?” I asked as my heart pounded in my chest.

“Impurity wanted to sell my organs after he got pissed one night. He couldn’t get hard for me and a group of women that performed an orgy in front of him. He claimed that we weren’t beautiful or good enough. He picked me out of the bunch as a sacrifice and called Detavio to come set the example. Detavio took one look at me and told Impurity that he wanted me. To this day…I don’t know if he realizes he saved me. He’s cold, closed off, and void of emotions most of the time. I’m not saying he’s a good person because he’s short tempered and a cold-blooded killer like his father. Detavio is just not the villain in my story, if that makes sense. When he moved out, I left with him. I had the option to blossom, go to school and he pays me well. I fell in love with him, but I know that he will never fall in love with me.” She backhanded her tears away.

“It’s complicated… but I love pleasing him, I love serving him. He deserves to feel good about something, even if it’s something small like busting a nut.” She shrugged and chuckled nervously as I passed her the blunt.

“I can’t imagine what his upbringing was like, you know? I never saw a mom in the picture for him either.”

The wheels in my head started to spin, suddenly I wanted to know more about her and Detavio.

“Why not take advantage of your freedom? Break away from him, and go live your life?”

I anticipated the answer she would give me to the question I asked. I took this conversation as me being able to have an open conversation instead of making this like some sort of interview that I would blog about. Impurity deserved to be burned and tortured alive. It disgusted me how men that had wealth and power abused it instead of making a change in our already fucked up society.

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