Becca XXX – Double Trouble Ch. 14

Authors note: – This is a follow on to the previous episodes of Becca XXX Double Trouble. Please read them before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters.

Becca XXX. Double Trouble. Ch 14

Saturday night had finally arrived and to say I was excited was an understatement. We stood behind the curtain on the stage of the function room, hearing the hub-bub of chatter and jollity of one-hundred men behind it.

The girls had arrived with Pippa at around five and they’d driven straight to the rear of the building as we’d arranged. We needed to keep Pippa out of sight, in case her father was snooping around. The girls were already dressed in their catsuits and masks and they had brought mine and Natalie’s with them.

We’d spent an hour or so finalising our ideas and then it was time for us to finish getting dressed.

Sara’s tailor hadn’t disappointed us with the outfits. They were made from a black satin material and they fitted us like a second skin. We’d given Sara our sizes and they fit perfectly. The trousers hugged our calves and thighs and wrapped around our butt-cheeks. The centre was crotchless, both front and back leaving our shaven pussies and ass cheeks on display.

We had decided not to go topless after all, but we may as well have. We wore a sheer body stocking each which left nothing to the imagination. The idea was that the men could rip them from our bodies once we started the show, as Tristan had told us they liked that sort of thing.

Our masks were made of the same satin material as the trousers and sat on top of our heads covering most of our hair. They had cat ears on top and covered our eyes, leaving our mouths and cheeks exposed. No one would recognise us and more importantly no one would recognise Pippa.

She looked as sexy as the rest of us but was looking very nervous. She was pretending that she wasn’t by masking it with over excitement, but I could see through it. The only thing that might give her away was her fiery hair sticking out from the back of her mask, but I didn’t think it would be a problem.

“Time for the tails,” said Tammy, picking up a bag and ferreting around inside it.

She started to hand them out, making Pippa look even more nervous. The tail was faux-fur and was long and black, like a cat’s. It was attached to a silver butt-plug, which was to be inserted anally so that the tail stuck out behind us to finish the look.

“I love these,” swooned Chloe.

“That’s because you’re an anal queen,” I laughed.

I watched the girls lick or spit on the end of the plug and insert them with ease. Every one of them took it up the ass, so it wasn’t a problem to them. Pippa on the other hand, had never done butt-stuff before and I’d forgotten that she’d mentioned it.

She looked at the shiny steel bullet-shaped plug wondering where to start.

“Give the new girl a hand Chloe,” said Aggie. “You’re the anal expert.”

“Sure.”

Chloe walked over to Pippa and smiled at her.

“It’s easy when you know how,” she explained.

“How am I going to squeeze that in my bum hole? It’s going to hurt,” she asked in a cute voice.

With all the filthy sex she’d had, I’d forgotten how young she truly was.

“Bend over,” Chloe sighed, taking the plug from her.

Pippa bent over, looking back to see what Chloe was doing.

“You always need some sort of lube if you’re going to shove something up your ass,” she winked.

She bent down and spat on Pippa’s puckered hole, making her flinch. She then licked the end of the plug.

“Push out as I push it in,” she said.

“What do you mean?”

“Just relax and push down as though you’re on the toilet,” I said, trying to keep it clean.

“Push out, like you’re taking a shit,” swore Sara, giggling at her dirty words.

“Ready?” asked Chloe.

“Ok.”

Chloe pushed in and I watched Pippa’s face to gauge her reaction. If she was doing it properly it shouldn’t hurt. She winced a little, but then relaxed.

“It’s in,” said Chloe, giving her tail a little pull.

“That’s it?” gasped Pippa. “It’s really in?”

“Yes, see, it wasn’t so bad, was it?” I laughed.

“Gosh, it feels really weird,” she said, standing up straight. “I thought it was going to hurt more than that.”

“You’ve got an anal expert sliding it inside you. Chloe’s a master,” giggled Aggie.

Pippa twirled around, enjoying the feeling of having something in her forbidden hole for the first time.

“We’ve also got a collar each to finish off our cat-look,” said Tammy.

She put her hand in her bag again and pulled out seven collars, all with a different colour.

“Becca, you’re green,” she threw the lime green collar at me making its bell jingle as I caught it. “Chloe, orange. Aggie, purple. Sara, pink. I’m blue and this one’s for Kitty.”

Pippa’s was red and we all clipped them on. Pippa looked delighted at her outfit and was smiling from ear to ear.

“Before you get too canlı bahis şirketleri comfortable, you need to wear this too,” I said, passing her a ball-gag.

“Mmmm, that’s so kinky,” swooned Pippa.

It was a black leather design with a bright orange ball attached to it. Aggie helped her to fit it and we all stood back to admire our pet.

“They’re going to love her,” cooed Nat. “Nice, young, cute little Kitty.”

“Who’s a pretty little girl?” said Tammy, putting on that voice that people use when they talk to their pets.

Pippa couldn’t talk, with the gag in her mouth which was the whole idea. I walked over to her and clipped a leash onto her collar.

“Let’s take you for a test walk,” I said. “Get on all fours, Kitty.”

Pippa grinned behind the orange ball and got into her cat position.

“Arch your back more and stick your ass out,” said Tammy. “Make your pussy pout from behind.”

Pippa obeyed and started to crawl around slowly and seductively.

“Shit, that’s perfect,” said Sara. “I’d fuck you in a heartbeat.”

Pippa let out a long purring sound and then sat down and pretended to wash behind her fake ears, like a cat.

“Fucking hell,” tittered Natalie. “You dirty little minx. It’s a good job we’re keeping you in the glory hole. You need locking up, acting like that.”

I pulled on the leash to make her stand up and Aggie took her ball-gag off to give her a rest. I’d never worn one before but it looked uncomfortable. Luckily for her she wouldn’t be wearing it for long.

“Drink some water,” said Chloe. “You’ll need to stay hydrated.”

She was right. We needed to keep our bodily fluids topped up as best we could, even though we’d be swallowing multiple loads of cum by the end of the night.

Tammy handed out some water bottles and we all guzzled them down. She then produced a bottle of vodka and took a long swig before passing it to Pippa.

“A bit of Dutch courage,” she laughed. “You’re going to need it.”

“I’m fine,” she lied, but she took the bottle anyway and took a huge sip.

The bottle got passed around between us and we all drank down the fiery, clear liquid.

I saw the curtains twitching as someone attempted to find their way in. Pippa quickly turned away and hid behind the rest of us, in case it was Tristan or the twins.

“Good evening ladies,” said Robert, in his finest English accent. “All of the guests have arrived and are enjoying drinks. You can come onto the stage whenever you’re ready.”

“Thank you, Robert,” replied Natalie.

“You’re more than welcome. I hope you enjoy yourselves and I love the outfits, by the way. Very fetching,” he looked at me and gave me a cheeky wink before fighting his way back through the curtains.

“Get your ball-gag back on, Kitty,” I smiled. “It’s show time.”

“Fuck-time, more like,” laughed Sara. “I’m fucking soaked already.”

“Me too,” laughed Aggie.

“And me,” added Tammy.

“What about Kitty?” asked Natalie.

I watched Pippa slip a finger between her legs and run it up her slit.

“Soaked,” she giggled.

Aggie helped her with her ball-gag again and we were ready for action.

“Here we go girls. I’ll do the introductions and then we’ll mingle,” I said, taking charge.

Everyone nodded.

“GENTLEMEN AND SIRS,” I bellowed from behind the curtain. “WELCOME TO THE BEST FUCKING NIGHT OF YOUR LIVES.”

I nodded at Sara, who pressed the button for the curtains. There was a whirring sound and the curtains swished open, removing the fabric barrier between us and our clients.

I was front and centre with my pet at my feet. The rest of the girls were either side of me.

There was a gasp from the crowd as they looked at us with lustful eyes. I could practically smell their arousal over their expensive aftershaves. They were also a sight to behold – dressed in dinner jackets, bow-ties and a black eye mask each. They were in loose groups; some were seated and some were standing, enjoying a drink.

“My name is Bareback Becca and these are the famous CATS,” I declared. “They are young, beautiful and willing to do all those dirty things that your wives won’t do.”

The crowd erupted into murmured laughter.

“On my left we have the gorgeous Naughty Natalie, always willing and always wet.”

Natalie moved forward, turned around and bent over. She wiggled her ass, making her tail flick left and right, much to the delight of the crowd.

“Next to her, we have Slutty Sara. She’s the girl with a mouth as dirty as her sex drive.”

Sara copied Natalie’s bum wiggling which was to be our signature introduction.

“Tantric Tammy is to my right, for those of you who prefer a little eastern promise.”

Tammy did her bum wiggle.

Some of the men were nudging each other and nodding in our direction as they discussed who they wanted to fuck first. Nothing made me feel more horny than men lusting after me.

“Alluring Aggie is next up, for those who prefer a more curvaceous figure. If you’ve been a naughty boy, she canlı kaçak iddaa might just give you a spanking… if you’re lucky.”

Aggie wiggled her ass and slapped the back of her hand into her palm. They got the message.

“Cute little Chloe prefers it up the ass instead of her pussy. She’s a rock-chick and she’s pierced in all the right places.”

Chloe tweaked her pierced nipples, showing off the two metal bars she had. She finished with her tail swish as the crowd started to get restless.

“Last, but not least, we have our newest girl and my pet for the evening, Kitty. Only eighteen-years-old and barely legal; she’s eager to please.”

Pippa rubbed her face against my leg like cats do and then turned to the crowd and wiggled her ass.

The murmurs got louder from the group of old perverts

“She wears a ball-gag to keep her blowjob-mouth under control. She only removes it to suck cocks.”

The crowd started banging tables in appreciation.

“She is such a little whore that we have to keep her locked in the glory-hole box to keep you all safe,” I gestured towards the black box at the end of the stage which had holes cut into it at groin height.

Some cheers went up and I knew I had to bring my introduction to an end. They wanted to sample the goods as we mingled.

“Please enjoy your evening, gentlemen. And now, without further ado, we will come and join you for drinks.”

They all cheered and clapped as we walked down the steps to meet with the guests.

I dragged Pippa along by her leash as she worked the room like a pro. The rest of the girls split off individually between various groups of slathering men.

I headed for the largest gathering for two reasons. One, I was a dirty horny bitch and I wanted to entice the most amount of cocks. And two, I thought they were the most likely group to be housing The Generals.

I gave it some sass as I approached them, with a walk that made it look like my ass was chewing on gum. Most of the guys were staring at me and my pet, but at least half of them had the attention of one other guy. They seemed to be worshipping him, all standing around with fake laughs trying to impress the guy.

I ignored him. I’d soon be the centre of attention.

“Hi, boys,” I said in a breathy voice. “How are we all this evening?”

“All the better for seeing you,” said the nearest guy.

“You girls are truly on another level,” said another.

“Why, thank you sir, the honour is all ours, but the pleasure will be all yours.”

Pippa rubbed around their legs like a cat marking its territory with its scent. The men varied in size, age and shape. Some were fat, some were thin, some were tall, some were short. What struck me the most is that not all of them sounded posh, like the Kingsley’s did.

“You’ve got a cute pussy,” said one guy, sounding as common as I did. “Can I stroke it?”

It had taken ten seconds for the tone to be lowered and I welcomed it. I was foaming at the gash for some attention, but we needed to play it cool. These fuckers hadn’t even had any dinner yet.

“Are you talking about my pet kitty or are you talking about my cunt?” I said in a slutty voice.

One guy gulped and moved away, but the guy who’d asked, moved closer.

“I do like a girl with a dirty mouth,” he said.

He faced up to me and looked me up and down like a piece of meat.

“Do you like what you see?” I asked.

“Yes. Especially the young one,” he looked down at Pippa.

“I bet you do. Do you like the thought of my eighteen-year-old pet sucking you off?”

“Jesus,” gasped a guy from behind.

“Is she going to do it before dinner?” he asked.

“No, but I might.”

He pulled me in closer by my waist and kissed me.

“Looks like we’ve got ourselves a real slut here boys,” he announced, spinning around and showing off to his friends.

“I’ll blow you’re fucking mind,” I said in a stern voice.

He turned back and looked into my eyes. He realised I was serious and that his show boating was getting him into trouble. He was trying to look clever in front of his friends but it wasn’t working.

I grabbed his hand and pushed it between my legs.

“Finger me,” I ordered. “I’m aching for it.”

I pushed his finger inside me and let out a long moan.

“Mmmmm, you dirty fucker,” I purred.

I pulled his finger out and pushed it into his mouth.

“Taste me,” I said.

He sucked my juices off his fingers and I pushed him aside like he meant nothing to me. I wanted to see who the main man was. I was blocked again by another small group of perverts.

Pippa was where their attention was focused. Knowing she was barely legal had gotten their attention like curry to a pisshead. The thought of fucking her was driving them mad and I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of a younger woman.

“You all seem to like my pet,” I said, glancing around at them all. “You can touch her if you like.”

Considering they used to attend the G-Spot club, they all seemed a little canlı kaçak bahis apprehensive. One older looking guy stepped forward and slipped his hand underneath Pippa’s chest. He squeezed her tits making her arch her back even more.

“Small but firm,” he said confidently. “Yours look bigger.”

He moved in and placed both of his hands on my breasts.

“That’s more like it. I bet you’re fucking wet too.”

Before I could answer, he slipped his hand between my legs and had a good feel around.

“Thought so, whore. You talk the talk but can you walk the walk.”

“Get your cock out and I’ll show you,” I said.

He looked across to his friends. He wasn’t going to lose face in front of them, I could tell by his persona. He unzipped and pulled his semi-hard dick out of his fly.

“Suck it,” he ordered.

I dropped down to Pippa’s level and took him in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his glans, making him instantly hard and then I took him deep. My lips met his trousers and I received a waft of warm air from the hole formed by the opening of his zipper. The smell of man filled my nostrils.

He threw his head back and gasped.

“Jesus, that feels good,” he sighed.

I felt another guy pushing up behind me. His cock was already hard and he pushed it inside me with ease.

“Fucking hell, she’s soaked,” he gasped.

Hands were suddenly all over me and Pippa. I saw someone get behind her on all fours and stick his face into her ass. He lifted her tail and started licking her young wet pussy.

Jeering ensued as I got spit roasted and Pippa got eaten out. We’d been there less than a minute and we were already receiving the attention we craved.

Rhythmic hard fucking hit me from behind as I throated my first dick of the evening. Pippa let out a long squeaking noise as she enjoyed a stranger’s tongue on her womanhood and several pairs of hands on her teenaged body.

Just as we started to get into it the crowd seemed to part and the head of the group stood in front of us.

“Isn’t it polite to say hello first, before interrupting?” he said, in a domineering voice.

I spat the cock out of my mouth and looked up at him. The guy I was sucking evaporated into the background and the guy behind me stopped ploughing my furrow. He stayed inside me but stayed still. The guys feeling our breasts stopped and looked up at the main man.

“Hello… sir,” I said with a long sexy pause.

He held his hand out to help me up from my knees. The guy behind me slipped out of my gash and moved away as though a more dominant male had arrived.

As I rose up majestically, my gaze got steadily higher. I saw shiny shoes, pressed trousers, a bulging crotch and a manly chest. I pushed my tits out as my gaze hit his masked face.

I saw a smooth-shaven chin.

A chin with a scar running down it.

A scar in the shape of a letter ‘J’, running from the corner of his mouth.

I knew who he was immediately. No mask was going to disguise him.

It was Wilson. The leader of the right.

I hid my recognition, but my heart skipped a beat.

Wilson looked directly into my eyes as though he was cutting me in half. Then he looked at my boobs and his gaze got steadily lower; all the way to my feet and then back up.

“Gorgeous,” he murmured.

“So are you,” I replied.

“You’ll be the first one I fuck,” he said. “But a few of these other guys need to fill you up first. I like it sloppy.”

He grasped my chin and kissed me gently on the lips.

As he slowly released me, he whispered to me, “See you soon, sexy.”

He moved past us and joined another group.

I couldn’t believe that the future prime minister of the United Kingdom was attending a sordid orgy with a hundred other perverts. Everybody there must have known who he was. My mind started racing again, but I was soon interrupted by hands all over my body again.

They were touching my ass, squeezing my tits and slipping between my legs to get to my sex organs. Someone even tugged gently on my tail, sending tiny shivers up my spine.

I looked down at Pippa who was receiving the same treatment. One guy got behind her and I saw him undoing his zipper.

“Let’s see how tight and wet she is,” he sneered.

Pippa lurched forwards as the guy penetrated her with a long groan.

“Oh god, that’s one tight little girl,” he gasped.

He thrust in and out slowly whilst his friends watched, but he soon pulled out again. He was saving himself for the main event. This was just a little taster session.

“Try her out guys,” he said. “She won’t disappoint.”

Another guy took his place with equally lewd comments as I was pushed over at the waist and fucked from behind.

“Do you like it up the shitter?” he whispered in my ear.

“Of course, but let’s save that for later.”

The other girls in the room were getting similar treatment and this was all before dinner was served. I heard them talking dirty and receiving filthy comments about their bodies and what the guys were going to do to them.

After a few of the men had been inside us, briefly, we started to push away from them and moved on to another group.

“Fuck you later,” I winked at them.

“Looking forward to it.”

“What a sexy woman.”