Behind the Lens (Behind the Lives) (46 page)

Corey’s
eyes bugged out at the sight of his sister, then he exhaled in relief,
realising it wasn’t her, although the woman looked freakishly similar, just
with fake boobs and a fake tan.

The
men lowered the bed to the floor then took a step back. The naked woman sat up,
looking at Dante in rapture.

“I’m
not fucking you, Sandra,” he said, glaring at her.

She
pushed to her knees. “But why?”

“Cos
I don’t like being played; you knew who I wuz at the club, but said nuthin’.
Did they send you after me?”

“No,
it was a coincidence,” she said as people stared at the scene, giving the
impression they thought it was part of the performance, like some pornographic
soap opera playing out before them.

“Coincidence
my arse, so go open your legs for some other shmuck,” he grabbed his cock, “cos
this ain’t going anywhere near you.”

A
guy piped up, “I’ll have her!”

“Then
she’s all yours.”

The
man pushed through the crowd, a big bloke with a beer gut. Sandra shook her
head at him. “I’m supposed to have Dante.”

“He
doesn’t want you,” the man grabbed her arm.

She
pulled free and sprung off the bed, flinging herself onto Dante, almost
knocking him over as she wrapped her legs around his waist, the woman so
graceful Corey wondered whether she was a dancer.

Afro
Man shoved Dante towards the bed, making him fall on top of the woman. Kara ran
around the table and pushed through the guards, yelling at Sandra to let Dante
go. The guards descended upon them, one grabbing Kara, while the others peeled
Sandra off Dante. They carried Sandra away as she screamed at Dante that she
loved him.

Dante
turned to the guard holding Kara. “Get your hands offa her!”

The
guard let go, then Dante grabbed Kara and flung her onto the bed. The crowd
cheered as he tore Kara’s corset open, revealing her humongous tits. He latched
onto one of them, looking like he was consuming it, then Kara screamed, Dante
obviously biting her. He moved to the other tit, doing the same, then pulled
back to remove Kara’s corset completely, along with her knickers. Once she was
fully naked, he stood up and peeled off his pants, many people gasping. Phones
were pulled out and aimed at him, while the television screen lit up, showing a
frontal view. He climbed up on top of Kara’s chest, saying something to her,
then thrust his cock into her mouth. He started pumping it, making the woman
deep throat him. Corey looked up at the screen; more than impressed by Kara,
because there was no way he could take that much of Dante’s cock without choking.

“Do
you realise your mouth is moving like you’re sucking cock?”

Corey
flinched at the sound of Leather Face. He looked to his right, finding the man
only a few feet away, leering at him. Clamping his mouth shut, Corey turned
back to watch the blowjob, trying his best to ignore Leather Face, who he knew
was still ogling him.

Dante
pulled out of Kara’s mouth and moved down her body, positioning himself in
between her legs. Ignoring the condom held out by a guard, he plunged into her,
letting out a loud groan, the sound making the crowd go wild, many screaming
out his name. He started up a rhythm, his butt clenching every time he thrust
inside of her body, his arse mouth-watering.

Unable
to take his eyes off it, Corey fisted his hands, willing himself not to touch
his cock, because, despite the craziness of the situation, he was aching to
jack-off
like some of the guys in the crowd. The
cowboy had the redhead doing it for him, while a few others were wanking
themselves; even one older woman had a hand down her skirt, and a blonde chick
was rubbing her arse against her bloke’s cock. This was mad!

Dante
leaned over further, giving Corey a view of heaven. Corey groaned, knowing he
shouldn’t be watching Sledge’s brother like this, and especially not imagining
fucking him. Feeling guilty, he covered his eyes, then peeked out through his
fingers, powerless to help himself. But Sledge let him watch pornos, although
he was sure Sledge would go nuts if he knew he was perving at his brother, but
how could he not? Dante was pure sex, and it was all staged like a porno, so it
was sort of a get out of jail free card, not cheating at all. Yeah, it was a
performance, an erotic cirque du fuck, especially with the way Kara’s legs were
twisting around Dante, the woman super-humanly flexible. Maybe she was a dancer
like Sandra. Hell, this was killing his head and making his cock throb
painfully.

Dante
bit Kara’s tits again, pulling out more screams, then he licked and suckled
them until she was keening. Her fingers laced into his hair, drawing him even
closer, like she wanted him to devour them. As Dante mauled the monsters, his
hand slipped below. Corey angled his head, wondering what he was doing. After a
minute or two, Dante withdrew from Kara and flipped her over, which got the
crowd going berko, a few of them yelling out that he should fuck her arse
. A guy by the window grabbed one of the painted women and
pushed her to her knees, thrusting into her mouth as he continued to watch the
show.

Dante
flipped Kara onto all fours, then took a hold of his cock and shoved it inside
of her, and judging by her scream, he was doing exactly what the crowd had
asked for. Corey wondered whether Dante had fucked arse before. His cheeks
flared at the thought. Man, he really should stop perving at Sledge’s brother.
He covered his face again, then dropped his hands, because who was he kidding?
He was still peeking through his fingers, and anyway, he shouldn’t feel guilty,
because he was forced to be here, so technically he had no choice but to watch.
Plus, it was hot, man, so fucking hot, no porno could compare.

The
man in the red suit yelled out to Dante that he loved him. Dante grabbed Kara’s
hair and looked over his shoulder, giving the guy a vicious glare as he fucked
her. The man’s face went the colour of his suit, looking like he was ready to
come in his pants. Dante bared his teeth, then refocused on Kara, licking up
her back. A few hands snuck past the guards, groping him. He didn’t seem to
notice, his concentration now fully on Kara, his face going into rapture, his
moans egging on the crowd, causing the guards to work overtime.

A
woman slipped past a guard and took a hold of Dante’s face, kissing him hard.
Still rutting Kara, Dante grabbed the top of the woman’s strapless dress and
yanked it down, exposing her tits. He broke the kiss and latched onto one of
them, the woman crying out as he suckled her. The guard wrenched her away,
causing the woman to go ballistic. She hit out at the man, trying to get back
to Dante, who was telling her he wanted to fuck her, the look in his eyes
wicked. Another guard descended upon her, the two men carrying her out through
the crowd.

The
man in the red suit broke through from behind. He grabbed Dante’s arse and
stuck his face where it didn’t belong, making Dante shoot upright, his
expression shocked. Afro Man yanked the arse licker away. Dante turned around
and jumped off the bed, looking ready to kill.

Afro
Man shoved Red Suit behind him, yelling, “Back off, Dante!”

Dante
clenched a fist.

“DANTE!!”
Ant’s voice boomed. “Remember why you’re here!!”

Dante’s
gaze shot to Ant, looking like he wanted to attack him too.

“Last
warning, Dante,” Ant said. “Back on the bed. Now!”

Dante
pointed at the man in the red suit. “When he’s gone!”

“Dez
and Johno, please escort Mr. Harkin out.”

Afro
Man and another guard pulled Red Suit away, the guy yelling at Dante to call
him. Dante gave him the finger, then climbed back onto the bed and re-entered
Kara. He started pumping her again, hammering her hard. She shouted at him to
slow down, but he kept on going, shunting her over the top of the bed. Kara
cried out as her hands hit the floor, Dante yelling out too, giving the
appearance he’d hurt his dick. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, then
grabbed Kara around the waist and dragged her back onto the bed. Wrapping a
hand around his dick, he gave it a few strokes, then pushed back inside of her.
He started rolling his hips, taking her slower, his movements no longer angry.
After a minute, he leaned over her body and nuzzled her neck, Kara whimpering
in response. He cupped a tit, then began moving his hands all over her body,
making her moan as he caressed and massaged her flesh, those big hands
everywhere.

Corey
imagined them all over
his
body... NO! He meant Sledge’s hands. Oh God,
he couldn’t handle watching much more of this, because Dante was fucking with
his mind. He didn’t want Dante, he wanted Sledge, needed him, now more than
ever, especially Sledge’s big cock, pumping him like Dante had done to Kara,
ramming him hard, making him feel every inch of it, while Sledge caressed his
body, wanked his cock. Oh God, he wanted Sledge to blow him even more, ached to
see those gorgeous lips attached to his cock, and he would make him lick his
balls, tongue bath him below, then he would grab Sledge’s head and plunge back
into his mouth ... yeah, yeah.... then he would ram his cock between his other
cheeks, fuck the shit out of Sledge’s muscular arse... oh fuck ... fuck... He
needed to come,
had
to. He unzipped his pants and pulled his stiff cock
out, grateful for the tablecloth hiding it, because he needed release more than
air, his balls now painful, the show torturing him beyond what he could take.
And, oh God, those sounds: the grunting, the moaning, the slapping of bodies
rutting against each other, and he could smell it too, wanted to taste it as
well, to lick the sweat off Dante’s, NO,
Sledge’s
body, feel it on his
hands, the back of his legs, arse... He closed his eyes, seeing Sledge right in
front of him, his boyfriend so damn fine, everything he needed and more, and
oh... oh... yeah, yeah ... fuck, fuck,
oh fuck!
FUCK!
Corey bit
back a yell, his sperm shooting out, scoring the tablecloth and his shorts.

“That
was
fucking
hot,”
someone said.

Corey
opened his eyes, flinching in fright. Leather Face was leaning over the table,
his face right in front of Corey’s.

The
man smiled wide. “I saw it all, you horny little devil. You wanked yourself
off.”

“You
saw wrong,” Corey said, out of breath.

“You
almost made me come in my pants. You had the sexiest look on your face, I wanna
see that when I fuck you.”

“Like
hell! Piss off, you gross pervert.”

Leather
Face leaned closer, his bulging eyes scaring the shit out of Corey. “I can’t
wait to teach you some respect for your elders, to get you down on your good
knee, begging to suck my cock.”

Corey
shook his head, now too scared to say a thing.

Leather
Face smiled, the expression cruel. “If you don’t want me to fuck you, you
better make sure you’re never alone, because as soon as you are...” He pushed
up and walked back to his position at the end of the table.

Horrified,
Corey wiped himself on the tablecloth and zipped up his shorts, wanting to
shrivel up faster than his cock was doing right now. He glanced at Leather
Face, then looked away, the man still staring at him. He bit his lip and
refocused on Dante, who let out a load groan, Corey too caught up in fear to be
turned-on again.

Dante
pulled out of Kara and flipped her onto her back. He climbed on top of her and
took his cock in hand, vigorously wanking it. A few seconds later, cum streaked
over Kara’s face. Applause broke out, along with foot stomping and wolf
whistles, happy and horny faces filling the crowd.

Once
Dante was done, he moved down Kara, and to Corey’s amazement, instead of flopping
down in exhaustion, he stuck his face into Kara’s pussy, using his mouth and
fingers to bring Kara to completion, the woman screaming out her orgasm less
than a minute later. More applause followed as Dante picked up his leathers and
walked back to the table, not reacting to the groping hands as he passed
people.

Collapsing
into his chair, Dante leaned back and closed his eyes, muttering, “Everyone can
go fuck themselves if they want more than that.”

Kara
took a towel from a guard and wiped her face, then grabbed her clothes and ran
around the table to sit next to Dante, her face ecstatic.

Ant
walked towards the bed, people parting for him. “That was quite a show, wasn’t
it?” he said loudly.

People
yelled out their agreement, then started chanting for more, like a sound wave
washing over the room, growing louder and louder.

Ant
cupped his hands over his mouth and shouted, “Quieten down!” The crowd stopped
chanting, looking excited, like they were expecting an encore.

“I’m
sorry, everyone,” Ant said, “but that’s the only show Dante will be performing
tonight. However, I will now text you the details for his auction.” He whipped
out a phone, his thumb running across the pad. “If someone outbids you, you
will get a message asking if you would like to go higher.” Ant pressed his
phone one last time, setting off text-tones around the room.

People
pulled out their phones, their fingers moving across the keys rapidly, their
messages making Ant’s phone beep continuously.