Blood and Sex

Chapter 12 - Exhibitionists

Otis watched Matt for a second, staring the fat man down. Their eyes locked on each other, anger flowing out of the younger man’s, while mischievousness flood from the older’s.

The tension grew between the two men, Ryek curiously stood back watching waiting for when the weaker one would show his weakness. Lee just sat there staring dumbfounded at the floor.

Finally enough was enough, Matt’s gaze shifted. Otis smiled his evil, crooked mouth smile, his own eyes following to see what had caught his attention.

Ryek. She herself had turned away from the two. Her hands unconsciously running down the sides of her hips, resting on her buttocks. She tossed her head back, causing her long hair to fall flowingly down her back.

Otis turned back toward Matt, his eyes were glued to her, watching her, following the movements of her hands. Matt swallowed, licking his lips longingly.

The gesture didn’t go unnoticed by others. Ryek was now watching him closely, her eyes inspecting him, watching him, taking in what he was thinking.

She stepped a closer, though still several feet away from the sitting, bound man. Her hips started to sway, sensually in a swirling motion. Dancing towards him until she was directly in front him. She stepped in towards him, placing one foot on the floor on the outside of his right leg, the other she placed on what little space there was on the chair, right between his legs.

She smiled teasingly as she felt the lump in his pants. Looking down, his arousal was visible. She turned towards Otis, who gave her a small knowing nod of approval.

She rubbed herself over the top of her clothing, running her hands up the side of her, up her sides, along the sides of her breasts. She reached them underneath her hair, flinging it backwards off her shoulders again. Slowly she began to remove her bra. Her eyes never leaving those of Matt’s who’s mouth was opened, staring in wide eyed wanting.

Otis himself, came up behind her, grabbing her breasts and carassing them himself. He pulled her to him, her bare back resting against the warmth of his own bare chest. He brought a hand up, placing it on her forehead, titling her head back so he could reach her neck with his mouth. He kissed her, sucking, running his tongue up her neck, his eyes watching the reaction of the audiance before them.

Ryek, breathing hard, twisted in his tight grasp, taking the back of his head in her hand, she pulled his mouth to her’s kissing him deeply. Their mouths moved against each other’s. Tongues exploring now familiar territory. His hands still caressing her breasts.
Otis reluctantly broke the kiss. “You enjoying yourself fat man?” His eyes were locked on the seated man before them.

Without realizing it, Matt nodded his answer, his tongue licking his dry lips, as his eyes stayed glued to what Otis was doing with his hands.

“You want her don’t you?” Again another unconscious nod.

“Uh!” Lee let out an unapproving grunt.

Turning to face Matt more, Ryek with Otis’s arms still wrapped around her, stuck a finger in her mouth teasingly, closing her lisp around it and gently pulled it out slowly. Matt shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his erection threatening to split his too-tight jeans.

Otis spun her around, pushing her against the table, kissing her furiously. She reached in his pants and pulled his hard erection out. She hopped up on the table, pulling him into her. She wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper, as he thrusts against her. She starts moaning, more than usual for show, both of their eyes are watching the two in front of them.

Lee is bright red and trying to look away though her curiosity is getting the better of her. Matt, constantly shifts in his chair, squeezing his legs together trying to get some form of friction to ease the tight pain between his fat thighs.
Within minutes, Otis and Ryek climax together. An intense look forms on Matt’s face, with a grunt a wet spot slowly forms on the crotch of his pants.

Ryek pushes Otis back, kneeling down she licks the wetness from Otis’s still hard organ, removing all excess juices. He moans at the sudden touch of her wet, hot mouth. He pulls her back to her feet, kissing her long and passionately. His hand rests on the back of her neck, forcing her to his mouth.

Pulling away, he stepped back ward. Matt was staring wantingly at Ryek, his massive chest heaving with struggling breaths. Otis leaned forward, whispering once more into Ryek’s ear. A smile grew across her lips.

She strutted seductively over to Matt, once more bending forward towards him, until she was almost kissing him. He turned his head, his eyes now on her lips.

Otis appeared behind him, easily slicing through the binding of his left hand. He leaned close to his ear. “Do what you want with that hand, but don’t lay it on my woman.”

Ryek reached for his jeans, tugging at his zipper until finally she had it down, freeing the once more hard lump underneath. Her face again mere inches from his, exploring his, tilting her head from side to side. His own face corresponding to her moves as if they really were kissing. He could feel her breath, smell her sent. Almost feel her without ever touching her. She stood back, with her legs straddling his lap. Her hands caress her own breasts softly. He moans, wanting more. He’d love to touch her right then, loved to kiss her. Who cares if his own mistress is sitting right next to him, with a disapproving, glare on her face. Who cares if her own man is standing just feet away. She is too tempting, too much, too good to resist.

She leaned forward again, allowing her entire body to approach his, but still not touching. Never had he been so aroused by not being touched sexually. HE’s so hard he hurts, painfully swollen inside his underpants. Sweat breaks out upon his forehead as he struggles to control himself, to not touch her.
Otis knocks against his arm. “Touch yourself.”

Matt swallowed, he was never one to masturbate in front of others, hell he could never even tell them he did it, and often.

The knife appeared within his eye sight, automatically his hand slipped into his underwear, he couldn’t do it, was too proud, but just resting it there seemed enough.

Ryek leans in, her leg pressed firmly against his crotch. He cant stand it. He reaches out, grabbing her by the waist and pulls her down on top of him, his mouth sloppily tries to find her’s.
She cries against his mouth clamped, slobberingly to hers. Otis’s rage boils.

He violently shoves Ryek away from Matt. She clumsily trips over his feet and tumbles to the floor landing solidly on her ass.
“I told you...” Otis’s voice is littered with hate and anger. “Don’t fucking touch my woman!”

He slammed the knife down, in one quick, thoughtless movement. It’s sharp point slices neatly through Matt’s hard, pulsing dick. He screams out in pain.

Lee’s own screams join in. Otis yanked the knife out, and swiftly, skillfully jams it into his throat, piercing his carotid artery. Dark red blood spurts out, with each dying heartbeat, splattering across Lee in gushes.

She screamed, only pausing long enough to take another breath.