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A Devil's Game

Copyright© 2023 by Fox Hudson-Scott

Chapter 1 - Tony

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Tony - A young professional dabbles in a seedy underworld making special friends along the way.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   mt/ft   Ma/ft   mt/Fa   Fa/Fa   Fa/ft   Ma/Ma   Mult   Teenagers   Blackmail   Consensual   Drunk/Drugged   NonConsensual   Rape   Lesbian   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Fiction   Crime   Horror   Mystery   Workplace   Cheating   Cuckold   Sharing   Wife Watching   Light Bond   Rough   Group Sex   Swinging   Black Male   White Male   White Female   White Couple   Anal Sex   Analingus   Exhibitionism   First   Lactation   Massage   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Pegging   Sex Toys   Voyeurism   Big Breasts   Foot Fetish   Public Sex   Revenge   Violence  

They were the perfect couple who seemed to have everything. They had the house, the cars, the clothes, and their social media platforms oozed wealth and happiness. I flicked through her Instagram for the third time this morning. Vincent and Faye’s vacations were ridiculous. Far flung places that I could only dream of visiting. Endless dinners immortalised in gorgeous selfies. Sunsets from exotic beaches and snowy mountains, yachts, safaris, and huge private villas. It seemed like they had it all. To the outside world, it was easy to control the narrative, to be who you want to be. I wondered what was fake and what was a lie, I pondered what was true and genuine. Regardless, I was looking forward to getting to know them better

I clung tightly to my coffee drawing what warmth I could, this winter had been particularly cold. My tiny one bed apartment didn’t take a lot to heat, but financially heating was not an option at the moment. What I would give to be rattling around a big house like theirs in my leggings and crop top, rather than covered in blankets on my couch with only crappy TV for company.

I continued scrolling. Their wedding. Wow. She looked so beautiful; her dress was timeless. Not one photo showed them not looking at each other, smiling from ear to ear. Vincent’s suit fitted perfectly; no doubt tailored on Saville Row. Their happiness was palpable. Enough. This is torturous.

I should really clarify that although it seemed like I had nothing, I had exactly what I had asked for. Like the genie rubbed from the bottle, the wishes I was granted were misspent. I had a job I loved, but it paid very little. The hours were long and unsociable and the only people I considered friends were within the walls of the unit. Most would never leave. The nights out drinking were make-believe. The alcohol we drank was water and fruit juice. The drunken laughing and stumbling around was pretend; it was fun for us all. My shifts always passed so quickly on nights we ‘went out’. Northcroft Secure Unit was an interesting place to be. Men and women housed securely together, most against their will. Mental illnesses mixed with developmental issues; sex offenders mixed with voluntary admissions. There were not enough government facilities to separate them. It was a tough gig and one which often came with fear.

Tony was late 50’s and instantly unnerving to me. Six feet tall, heavyset, and imposing with a low, quiet voice. His stories made me nervously laugh and internally heave. He wasn’t at Northcroft long before he was moved on following the completion of his psychiatric evaluation. It was long enough for him to recount his apparent escapades. I took it all with a pinch of salt, but it was the spark in his eyes as he recalled the detail which scared me the most. Tony was serving 14 years for rape, and I could believe it. An ex-trucker with no family or ties, he travelled the country delivering this and that to here and there and whilst parked up he would browse ‘Fuckmate’. Fuckmate, I came to learn, was the seedier underground version of Tinder or Grindr. All walks of life used this site to find anonymous sex, and anything went. On the very first night, he had claimed to have seen my profile on Fuckmate. He was clearly trying to get a rise from me as at that point in time, I had no idea what it was.

Most of Tony’s stories started with the site. My well-rehearsed disinterested face hid my shock as he recounted the women he had picked up and fucked. How he did it, what they did to him, how much she apparently loved it and how they always begged for more. His morals were thin; his crooked cigarette-stained teeth glistened as he spoke about the smell of their ‘cunts’, the STI’s he caught and shared. Although he was disgusting in every sense of the word, he was fascinating. His kind was the reason I was here, and I hung on his every word. I believe he knew I was simultaneously engrossed by him yet disgusted. His enjoyment in seeing my eyes widen loosened his lips.

“It was hot, you see, Miss.” Tony explained with a smile.

“Oppressively hot, and my air-con was fucked. I was hot and bothered and frustrated. The traffic was flowing but that meant I hadn’t had any opportunity to wank off to what I could see in the cars next to me.” Another involuntary eyebrow raise caused him to laugh.

“Did you not know that Miss? That’s what us truckers do when in traffic. We’re up high, you’re down low and we can see all manner of things in your car.”

I cleared my throat, “No, Tony, I must confess the thought never crossed my mind. I must remember that.”

Tony’s disgusting smile spread across his face as he leaned back and closed his eyes.

“Fuck yeah, and the summer means very little clothing Miss. I have seen some cracking tits when stuck in traffic. The best ones give you a little flash before they drive off. They think they are getting away but then the traffic slows and before you know it, we’re next to each other again. If they look up at me, I always give them a little tongue flick as a thank you.”

I shuddered as he raised two fingers in the shape of a V to his mouth and flicked his tongue between them. “OK, what happened when you parked up for the night?”

“Well Miss, like I said, I was frustrated, and I had made good time, what with the traffic and that so, I logged on.”

“To Fuckmate?” I clarified.

“Yeah, but I didn’t fancy the usual. I was sick of seeing saggy tits and gaping overused fannies, so I changed my game.”

Although I knew exactly what he did, I was hoping he was now feeling proud enough of himself he would spell it out for me.

“I changed my age to 25 and uploaded a photo I found on someone else’s profile. Some skinny little rat with his top off.”

I turned the page on my notebook and tried to hide my excitement and nerves. Tony was opening up, and it was exactly what was needed; however, I was hyperaware that any wrong word, facial expression or body language clue at this stage could spook him into clamming up. “OK, what happened next?”

Tony’s eyes remained locked on mine. A visual tug of war had begun, he was testing me. I had been in this situation many times and knew exactly how to win. I stared back, unfazed. I didn’t blink, I didn’t move, I didn’t speak. The silence seemed to go on forever.

His smile dissolved and he looked down, it was the first time I had seen shame on his face.

“She was less than two miles from me. Her profile was asking for a discreet meet with a guy who would be willing to just suck her tits. So, I messaged her. I told her I could do that and that nobody would see us. That I was passing through so she didn’t know me, and I didn’t know her or anyone she knew, and she wouldn’t ever see me again. I didn’t think she would reply.”

I was tempted to ask if she did, but of course she did. We wouldn’t be here if she hadn’t, and I was sure she wished that was the case. My brain raced trying to find my next question, thankfully Tony gladly continued.

“I told her to meet me in the car park next to the common. I could see it from my cab, and it was already empty. I had used this spot before and knew that unless there were doggers due a meet, it would be quiet. So, I sat and waited for half an hour, got out of my cab, walked over to the tree line, chose a tree which I could stand behind and started to edge myself looking her photos.”

Tony shifted in his seat; He was getting aroused by the memory, yet his face remained sullen.

“Did she send you those photos?” I asked.

“No, they were on her public profile. She wasn’t shy. Picture after picture of her bare tits. I was getting so close, then a car pulled in and I saw her. She stayed in the car, looked around and pulled out her phone. I figured she was wondering where I was as there were no other cars in the car park. So, I messaged her again, to walk along the path a bit and that I had found us the perfect little spot. She didn’t reply but the message was read, and she got out of her car and started walking towards me, so I shoved the snake back in its crate.”

Tony fell silent. He was fully immersed in the memory now. I badly wanted to ask him to talk it through and not keep it to himself. I cleared my throat to remind him I was there. It worked as he looked up at me. His face changed before my eyes. The shameful, sullen look melted away. His eyes glazed over, and a grin spread across his face.

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