Depravicus (32 page)

"Why would she
want to meet him?"

"It says here
that she has information concerning the mother-fucking inferior
slag-bag."

"The
mother-fuck... Who on earth does she mean?"

"
Me
, you
fool."

"Oh, I see.
But I didn't realize you were a mother-fucking..."

"Right, that's
it. I'll have her flogged for this. Let's get out of here. The
service will be over soon and Entercock will be back."

Leaving the
church after the service, Will waited until the congregation had
dispersed before leading a dozen or more men back to the house.
With Lana behind the bar and Lolita milling about in her
microskirt, the men were in for a good afternoon. And Will was
going to make a nice little profit. Entering the bar, Will stared
wide-eyed at Lana and Lolita as they stood behind the bar grinning.
Both topless, their breasts displayed, their nipples rising, they
looked stunning.

"My God," the
Major gasped, reaching over the bar and squeezing Lolita's left
breast. "What a beautiful little pair of melons you have."

"Er... Don't
touch," Will said as the men lined up and gawked at the girls'
tits.

"Does that
mean we can't suck their nipples?" the Major asked excitedly, his
trousers bulging.

"No touching
or sucking," Will said. "OK, all get your drinks and have a damned
good afternoon."

"Will," Lana
whispered. "There are two girls in the shed."

"Two girls in
the shed?" Will echoed. "What are two girls doing in the shed? Are
they burglars?"

"Of course
they're not. They're waiting for customers. They're friends of mine
and they need to earn some cash."

"Ah, I'm with
you. They want to sell their bodies for sex and... By the way, it's
not a shed, Lana."

"What is it,
then?"

"The Devil's
Den of Iniquity."

"It looks like
a shed to me."

"Yes, it is a
shad but... Oh, never mind. Right, I'd better have the girls. I
mean, have a look at them. I wouldn't want to sell something
without first establishing whether or not it's in proper working
order. I'll be back shortly," he grinned, moving to the French
doors. "In fact, I may be some time." I may be several hours.

Hovering
outside the shed, Will couldn't believe how well Lana had done. She
was a diamond, there was no doubt about it. The bar raking in the
money, the fruit machine filling with cash... Again wondering what
Josie would say when she returned, he kneeled on the ground and
peered through the cock-hole he'd made in the shed door. God, he
thought, eyeing two naked little beauties. It would be a shame to
let the Major get his hands on the tart-whores. There again, the
girls were there to earn Will money, and he couldn't allow his cock
to rule his head. Of course, he was going to have to sample the
goods before the punters were allowed anywhere near the shed... The
Devil's Den of Iniquity.

Opening the
door and slipping inside, Will grinned at the girls. They were fine
specimens, he thought, gazing at their vaginal cracks as they lay
with their limbs sprawled across the mattress. Their breasts were
topped with suckable nipples, and Will knew he couldn't control his
desires any longer. They needed a good breast spunking, a thorough
anal shagging, an enforced vaginal fisting, a... Tugging his
cassock over his head and tossing it to the floor, he stood before
the whore-sluts with his erect penis waving from side to side, his
full balls heaving within their hairy sac.

"I'm your
boss," he said, gazing proudly at his cock. "I'm here to test you
before allowing the punters to..."

"Test us?" the
petite blonde frowned.

"Try you out,"
Will said, wanking his solid cock. "You know, make sure you fuck
properly. OK, you can take turns to suck this."

"Twenty
pounds," the dark-haired beauty said. "That's what we charge for a
blowjob. Twenty pounds each."

"Hang on, hang
on. I'm the bloody boss. I'm your pimp."

"We don't give
a shit whether you're a pimp or a cunt. Twenty pounds each."

"Fucking
hell," Will sighed. "So what will my cut be from the money you take
from my customers?"

"Five
percent."

"Fuck off.
I'll tell you what I'll do. Eighty twenty, and I'm losing
money."

"We take
eighty percent? OK, that's cool."

"No, no, no. I
take eighty percent and you get..."

"And we get
the fuck out of here."

"Your
refinement amazes me. Where were you thrown up, in a sewer?"

"Yes, as it
happens."

"Hang on, hang
on. I ought to charge you for sucking my cock. Fifty-fifty, or I'll
set Satan on you."

"OK, it's a
deal."

"Right, give
me the blowjob of my life and then you can both get to work."

Looking down
as the girls knelt before, their tongues licking his knob, Will
knew that he was onto a good thing. The punters would queue up to
hand over their cash in return for sex with two little tarts. The
hole in the shed door was going to come into its own, and several
cocks would come through it. Shuddering as one girl almost
swallowed his bulbous knob and the other nibbled and licked his
balls, Will noticed their shiny, well-groomed hair.

The girls were
as common as muck. Foul-mouthed little tart-slags with creamy-wet
sex slits and... But they were clean. Not for long, he thought,
imagining his spunk starching the unblemished flesh of their naked
bodies, raining over their little breasts, flowing in rivers along
their vagina lips, streaming over their tightly-closed anal
eyes.

"You're doing
OK," Will breathed, his knob ballooning as the girls' tongues
snaked over his saliva-wet sperm slit.

"You're big,"
the blonde grinned, licking beneath the rim of his purple crown.
"We like big cocks."

"Are you into
anal?"

"We're into
anything and everything," the dark-haired girl replied, her wet
tongue teasing his knob-slit.

Hearing
movements outside the shed, Will gazed at the door. An erect penis
sticking through the hole, he wondered who the owner was. Reckoning
that Lana had told the punters about the girls, Will thought it was
probably the Major's cock. The old man had been desperate to get
his hands on a girl's naked body and was probably trying his luck
with the cock-hole. The girls licking his balls, Will watched his
erect cock twitching, his purple globe swelling, as his orgasm
neared. The Major would have his turn, spunk in the girls' mouths,
but Will's balls were in dire need of emptying first.

"Yes," he
breathed as the blond engulfed his throbbing crown in her wet
mouth. Her tongue snaked over his slit as the other girl licked his
veined shaft, she moaned through her nose as spunk flooded her
snaking tongue. Clinging to the girls' heads as his legs sagged,
Will shuddered in his coming. On and on his spunk flowed, filling
the girl-slut's mouth, running down his twitching shaft and
coursing over his balls. Her friend lapped up the white liquid
running over his scrotum as his balls drained. They really were
good cocksuckers, he mused, as their mouths and tongues sustained
his shuddering orgasm. But he had no intention of paying them.

"That was
something else," Will breathed as they sat back on their heels and
licked their well-spunked lips. "Now you can suck the spunk out of
that cock," he smiled, looking at the door.

"OK," the
blonde grinned, moving to the door and taking the purple head of
the massive cock into her spunked mouth.

"Right," Will
murmured, dropping to his knees. "While she's busy, I'll examine
your bottom-hole."

"What for?"
the dark-haired tart frowned.

"Er... Company
policy. Get on all fours and stick your bum out."

Parting her
buttocks, Will eyes the small brown inlet to her bowels. Unable to
resist temptation, he licked the length of her anal gully, teasing
the sensitive tissue surrounding her rectal portal as she gasped
and writhed. Low moans coming from outside the shed as the blonde
sucked and licked the cock sticking through the hole, the shed
really had become The Devil's Den of Iniquity. Things were going
well, he thought, pushing the tip of his tongue into the tart's
bottom-hole, teasing her inner rectal flesh. The money pouring in,
the spunk pouring out...

"That one's
done," the blonde grinned, licking her sperm-glossed lips as the
deflating cock withdrew.

"Mmm, you
taste nice," Will murmured, slurping at the other girl's
bottom-hole. "But there's work to be done. I didn't get where I am
today by licking girls' bottom-holes. Actually, I did."

"How many more
cocks are there?" the dark-haired girl asked, reclining on the
mattress.

"A dozen or
so," Will replied, slipping into his cassock and heading for the
door. "OK, I'll collect the cash for our client. Keep your eyes
open for more cocks."

"And out
mouths," the blonde giggled.

"Keep
everything open. OK, I'll see you both later."

Back in the
bar Will looked at the punters, wondering which one had had his
knob seen to through the cock-hole. The Major looked pleased with
himself, his flushed face grinning like the cat that got the cream.
Or the man who got his knob de-creamed. Wandering over to the man,
Will asked him whether he'd enjoyed using the hole in the shed
door. Denying all knowledge of the knob gobbling, the Major ordered
another large scotch and began rambling on about the army. The old
git was either lying or some other bastard had pushed their cock
through the hole. Looking around the bar, Will frowned. Someone had
their knob sucked to orgasm, but who?

Will asked
Lana whether she'd seen anyone clinging to the shed door but said
that she'd been too busy to notice whether anyone had used the
facility. Fucking cunts, Will thought, wondering who'd ripped him
off. Having just given a sermon on morals, he realized that his
punters were not only sinners, but thieving gits. Pouring himself a
pint of lager, he decided to make a note of all visitors to the
shed, making sure they paid for a mouth fucking. Dashing into the
kitchen as the phone rang, he hoped it wasn't Josie as he grabbed
the receiver.

"Will, it's
Anne," a female said. "I won't be able to make it this evening as
I'm..."

"Make what?"
he asked.

"You rang
earlier, wanting to meet me in the woods."

"No, I didn't.
I've been meaning to give you a call, you horny little girl,
but..."

"You rang
fifteen minutes ago. You can't have forgotten."

"I didn't ring
you, Annie. What did this person say?"

"He said that
he was you and wanted to meet me in the woods."

"Hang on, I
think I know what's going on. I'll call you back later."

"OK. It's been
ages since we... Well, you know."

"Yes, I know.
I'll ring you later."

Replacing the
receiver, Will bounded up the stairs to his office. Discovering
that his diary had gone, he gazed at the computer screen. He was
sure he'd not left it switched on, and immediately suspected that
the slagger and Kosher had been there. Reading the e-mail from
Sister Uterinus, he wondered whether the slagger had seen it. If
she had, there'd be trouble, he knew as he dashed downstairs and
left the house. Making his way to the convent, he hoped that he was
in time to warn Sister Uterinus.

Sneaking
through the grounds he slipped through the side door. This was
dangerous, he knew as she stole along the corridor. Hearing voices
as he approached the Reverend Mother's study, he stood outside the
door. The slagger was talking to someone about soiled knickers and
web sites. Recognizing Kosher's voice, Will pondered the situation.
If the supply of knickers dried up he'd lose a hell of a lot of
money. He also had to get his diary back before Kosher rang any
more girls and caused trouble.

"We'll
sprinkle sneezing powder on the knickers," the slagger, said.
"Entercock's customers won't be at all happy when they have a good
sniff."

"Good idea,
Reverend Mother."

"And we'll
start our own web site. If he can make money from selling soiled
underwear, then so can we. And we have the added advantage of my
position as Reverend Mother of the convent. I only have to nip down
the corridor to the laundry room for fresh stock."

"Shall I
gather a few pairs in readiness?"

"No, no. Leave
the gathering to me."

"Just one or
two pairs, Reverend Mother. I need to... to have a look at the
stock for marketing purposes."

"Marketing
purposes? They're dirty knickers, Father. There's no need to look
at them."

"Yes, but if I
were able to have a good look at them, give them a good sniffing to
enable me to describe the aroma..."

"A good
sniffing? You can't go sniffing dirty knickers. It's ungodly."

"Purely for
market research purposes, Reverend Mother. You see, on the web site
we'll need to describe the feel of the material, the aroma of the
cunny... I mean..."

"Oh, all
right. Take a few pairs from the laundry room. But don't let anyone
see you sniffing them."

Creeping along
the corridor, Will heard someone approaching and slipped beneath
the main staircase. At least he now knew what the slagger intended
to do, he mused as the footsteps grew louder. By the time the
slagger had a web site up and running, Will would have made new
plans for obtaining fresh stock. Sneezing powder, he chuckled
inwardly, peeping out from beneath the stairs.

"Over here,"
he whispered as Sister Uterinus walked by.

"Oh, Will,"
she smiled. "What are you up to?"

"We have to
talk," he said, grabbing her arm and leading her down the
corridor.

"I sent you an
e-mail earlier."