Authors note: – This is a follow on to the previous episodes of Becca XXX Dangerous Cargo. Please read them before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters.
Becca XXX. Dangerous Cargo. Ch 12
My knickers felt as damp as the night air as we crossed the road towards Ryan’s car. It had been an enjoyable and exhausting evening, but my real work was only just about to begin. Having been fucked by countless men at Simon’s party, I had managed to convince Ryan that I was working on Brian’s behalf, but it had come at a price.
I’d discovered that Ryan had a fetish for girls wetting their panties and I’d agreed to piss myself for him as an added incentive for him to give me the weapons. He knew a secluded location where we could go and that’s exactly where we were heading right now.
I checked all around us for any signs of danger. I’d learned my lesson about dropping my guard after what had happened to me the week before. The street was empty, probably due to it being so late and the fact the weather was awful. There were still a large number of cars parked on the road as we got to Ryan’s vehicle and it made it impossible to see if anyone was watching us.
As we got to the car, Ryan clicked the key fob, the indicators flashed and we both jumped in. There was no way I wanted to be standing out in the rain for too long.
“Is the cargo in the boot?” I asked.
“Yes, but we don’t want to be checking it here. You never know who’s watching,” he replied.
He started the engine and pulled away from the kerb while he checked his mirrors. He seemed as paranoid as I was about picking up a tail. I checked behind us too for anyone following. I didn’t see any headlights suddenly come on or a car pull out and start following us so I felt it looked like the coast was clear.
“I can’t see anyone following us. There’s no sign of a tail,” I said, trying to put him at ease.
“I think you’re right, but keep an eye out for the police. I don’t want to get pulled over with a boot full of weapons,” he replied with a serious tone.
We drove in silence for a while and were soon heading to the edge of the suburbs and out into the countryside.
“Where are we going?” I asked. “I know you want me to pee my knickers, but I need to go quite badly now. I might have a real accident if it’s much further.”
I wasn’t kidding either. My bladder felt like a water balloon waiting to burst.
“It’s not much further. There’s an old petrol station just up the road,” he explained. “It’s been derelict for about two years and it still has a covered forecourt. It’s ideal in weather like this.”
“Good. It will save me getting all wet,” I giggled. “Apart from in my knickers of course.”
Ryan touched his crotch as the windscreen wipers worked over time to keep his view clear. The thought of a sexy young girl who he barely knew wetting her panties for him was keeping his cock hard. It must have been painful by now; he’d been hard for hours.
After a couple more minutes, I saw the old petrol station looming up out of the gloom. We both checked behind to make sure we were alone and then he pulled off the road and bumped the car onto the forecourt. He parked next to the disused pumps to give us a little more cover from the road. It was almost pitch black due to the cloud cover and the rural location and we both stared out of the side window to make sure we weren’t about to be ambushed.
There were no headlights coming up the road so it didn’t look like we’d been followed. It was eerily quiet and all we could hear was the rain beating on the corrugated roof above us. Water was cascading from the roof like a waterfall and it only made my urge to pee even more pressing.
“We’re here,” he said switching off the engine and taking his seat belt off.
“At least its sheltered from the rain,” I smiled.
“Yes, the only rain I want to see is from your pussy,” he smirked.
“You’re going to love it,” I teased him. “But can I see the weapons first? I need to know that you have them.”
Ryan thought about it for a moment and then nodded. We both got out of the car and I felt the cold clawing at my bare legs. I wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible before I got too cold. We moved to the rear of the car and Ryan opened the hatchback. The boot of the vehicle was vast and full of large, green army holdalls, just like the one I’d found in Brian’s boot the week before
“Holy shit. How many did he order?” I asked in shock, as I saw how many bags he had in there.
“It’s the same as his previous orders. Two MP7’s with all the bells and whistles plus two-hundred rounds of ammunition and ten spare mags.”
“There’s a lot more than that in your boot. What about the rest of the bags?”
“That’s not your concern,” he replied sternly.
“It could be. If you have more to sell, we’ll take more weapons from you,” I said. “Brian has told me to get a full arsenal. We’re going up against The Mancs pretty soon and ankara escort we want to finish this once and for all.”
“That says maybe, but he needs to pay me first. Besides, these are already sold to another buyer.”
“Who?”
“None of your business,” he snapped, closing the boot. “Now, take your coat off, lift your dress up and piss your panties for me. We had a deal.”
The remaining weapons had to be for Shaw’s crew. I couldn’t think of any other reason why he’d have them; it was too much of a coincidence. It looked there was a lot of firepower in the boot and it wasn’t just sub machine guns. There were a couple of long tube-shaped bags in there which could easily have been rocket launchers.
Obviously, Ryan wasn’t going to divulge who his buyer was. Not without a little persuasion at least, but I really did need to take a piss by now. I could try and get more information out of him after I’d wet my knickers and sucked him off.
“Ok,” I shrugged. “Where do you want me? You’ll need some light if you want to see me piss my panties.”
“Move to the side of the car and open the passenger door,” he instructed. “Squat next to it and the interior light should give us enough light to be able to see.”
I moved around and opened the door, causing light to spill out and illuminate me as I took my coat off. I felt instantly colder as well as sleazy. I was about to piss myself in an abandoned garage while I sucked off a guy who I barely knew. I felt like a cheap hooker as I saw Ryan pulling his cock out and moving towards me. I squatted down and lifted my dress out of the way to expose my undercarriage. The wind flapped at my dress and I felt some rain hitting my bare skin. Ryan’s boner looked like an overcooked sausage about to burst out of its skin he was so hard.
He took his phone out of his pocket and switched on the torch before handing it to me.
“Use that for extra light,” he said. “Lay it on the ground and shine it on your gusset. I want to see it coming out.”
“I’ll try not to piss on your phone,” I giggled, placing it on the concrete and angling it up onto my knickers.
“Now then… little Becca, are you going to make a pee-pee for me?” he spoke to me as though I was a child.
He made it sound quite perverted and sickening, but it was turning me on none the less. My underwear was already wet from my arousal and due to the fact that several men had spunked inside me less than an hour ago. Despite Janice licking the cum out of me, it was still dripping into my panties.
“I think I am,” I giggled playing along with his perverted role-play.
“Put my cock in your mouth first,” he said. “Suck it like a good little girl.”
I took hold of his shaft in my fingers and couldn’t believe how hot it felt. It was like a rod of heated metal that had been taken from a furnace. The rain pelted the roof of the garage as I gently sucked his bell-end between my lips. Pre-cum oozed onto my tongue which only made me wetter. Ryan had been edging himself all night while he’d watched me and the other girls get used like fuck-dolls in Simon’s front room. His cock was leaking like a tap, he was so turned on.
“Mmmmm, you taste so sweet and tangy,” I cooed. “Someone’s all excited.”
“Oh fuck… I’m going to give you such a big load all over your slutty little face,” he groaned as I sucked him deeper. “But I need to see you piss yourself first. Do it. Do it now, you dirty little bitch.”
I let go of his cock and held my dress out of the way, wiggling into the right position. He had a great view of my gusset from the phone light as I looked up at him with sexy eyes.
“I’m going to make a pee-pee for you,” I sighed. “Do you want me to do it all in my panties?”
“Yes… yes… let it go. Piss those panties for me.”
“Ok, sir… here it comes.”
I relaxed my pelvic floor which didn’t take much as I was desperate by now. Initially, a tiny dribble left my pee-hole and wet the front of my grey briefs. I stopped for a split second and then went into full flow as the scalding hot pee bubbled from my pussy and filled my knickers.
Psst.
Ppppppssssssstttttt.
Drip-drip- splash-splash.
Pppppppssssttttttttttttttt.
The light-grey fabric turned a darker shade and spread out across the thin garment as I drenched my underwear with a loud satisfied groan.
“Aaaaaaahhhhhh, fuck yeah.”
“Jesus, that is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he gasped, slowly stroking his cock. “You fucking dirty slut.”
“Mmmmmm, I am a dirty slut. It feels so good,” I sighed. “It’s so hot and wet.”
My knickers were unable to absorb the torrent and it dripped and ran off the bottom of my ass cheeks and formed a large puddle beneath me. Steam rose up as my hot pee hit the cold night air. It added a little eeriness to the scene as the torch light shone through the mist.
“Suck it… suck it quick… before you finish,” he ordered, thrusting his cock in my face.
It was already ankara escort bayan dancing and twitching as I sucked him in and bobbed my head back and forth.
“Oh… yes… that’s it… piss those dirty knickers… suck that cock… you fucking whore.”
I felt like one too. I was pretty much prostituting myself for information, but it felt as incredible as always. I was doing what I did best – seducing a man using his sexual desires against them.
“Mmmmm,” I moaned. “Give me that load. Do it all over this naughty little girl while I wet myself like an infant.”
“Oh fuck. I’m going to cum,” he spluttered. “Wank my cock all over your face. I want to make a mess all over you.”
I slipped his cock out of my mouth and I spat all over it to keep it lubricated. I then wanked him off as my pee-stream began to subside.
“That’s it… good boy… make a mess all over me. I’ve made a wet mess in my panties and I want you to make a sticky mess all over my face… show me what a dirty little bitch I am. Cum all over me,” I purred.
He didn’t need any further encouragement; he splattered my face with his salty treat before I’d finished pissing. It was thick and sticky, like paste and I made sure he squirted it over as much of my face as he could. I wanted to feel even more dirty than I already was.
“Ah… ugh… ah… fuck… ah.”
Pulse- splat. Pulse- splat. Pulse – splat.
His red-hot sperm hit my forehead, cheeks, nose and lips as he emptied his balls all over me. I thought his ejaculation was never going to end, there was so much of it.
“Ah… ugh… oh… fuck… aaawwwww.”
Pulse- splat. Pulse- splat. Pulse – splat.
“Shit, you weren’t joking about needing to cum, were you?” I giggled as the last of it left his cock. “That was such a big load.”
“Fucking hell,” he groaned. “I needed that. And you weren’t joking about needing to pee. Holy shit, you’ve made a big puddle.”
He finished spunking all over me and I sucked the last drops which were hanging from his glans. I hadn’t cum from the whole experience, but it certainly felt like a relief in more ways than one. Firstly, I’d taken a well needed pee and my bladder felt a lot more comfortable now that I’d emptied it. Secondly, I’d also got the proof about the weapons and the proof that he was selling them to someone else. I just needed to know who it was.
“That was incredible. I must thank Brian for sending you to me,” he laughed, putting his cock away and doing up his zip. “You are one freaky bitch.”
“You’re pretty freaky yourself. I’ve never pissed my panties for anyone before. I loved it,” I tittered, pulling my wet knickers tight over my cunt to show him my camel toe as I stood up. “Look at my wet, pissy knickers. Do you like them?”
“It looks stunning. Maybe I should tell Brian to send you to our meetings from now on,” he laughed. “You’re much more fun than he is.”
“I think we can arrange that,” I winked. “I’d love to piss my panties for you again.”
I let my dress drop down, already feeling the pee turn cold and clammy against my skin. I was freezing by now and I was glad we were about to get going.
I passed Ryan his phone and picked up my bag from the passenger seat. I needed to get some wet wipes out so I could clean my face. Normally, I would eat the cum from my skin, but I’d had my fill for one night and the sperm had already turned cold and congealed which made it less appetising.
I was about to open my bag when I heard a car approaching at high speed. I couldn’t see any lights coming towards us, but I could definitely hear the splash of tyres and the roar of a car engine. Ryan heard it too, but before either of us could react, a car screeched to a halt on the forecourt and turned its headlights onto us.
It had been driving in the dark without lights, but as soon as it arrived, it lit us up like a Christmas tree.
Two men leapt out drawing their pistols down on us.
“Don’t fucking move,” said the one on the left. “We’ve been looking for you.”
With the headlights in my eyes, I couldn’t see who he was directing his threats at. I could make out two silhouettes in the darkness, but no faces. I didn’t know if they were after me or Ryan, so I played it light-hearted as though they weren’t a threat to us.
“Are these friends of yours?” I joked to Ryan.
“We were talking to you, Becca. You should have known that we’d track you down eventually after what you did?” said the guy on the right. “We followed you from the party.”
They must have been driving behind us with their lights off so we couldn’t see them.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said. “Who the fuck are you?”
It was fifty-fifty as to whether they were The Mancs or The Lees. Lexa had warned me that they’d both be after my blood after my escapades over the last week. It looked like she’d been right.
“You killed our boss,” said Right.
Ryan looked at me as though he was about escort ankara to have a heart attack. The girl who’d just wet her panties for him couldn’t be a murderer, could she?
I just shrugged at him. It still didn’t tell me who they were. I’d killed a boss from each gang.
“You’ve got the wrong person,” I said. “Do I look like a murderer?”
I still had cum all over my face and it was clearly visible in the powerful headlights.
“We know who you are. You work for Brian and you killed our boss. We’re here to take revenge on her behalf and take the weapons that we know you have in the boot of that car.”
That told me they were The Mancs.
“You’ve got the wrong people,” I said. “I’ve just blown this guy for fifty quid and now we’re leaving. Can’t you see the cum all over my face?”
“You’re going to get a lot more than that by the time we’ve finished with you,” sneered Left. “It’s been a week since the bus depot incident, but we’ve finally found you, you little bitch.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? What bus depot?” I played dumb.
“The bus depot on the M6-M56 junction. The one where you killed all those people,” said Right.
Something in my brain pinged like I’d heard something important. Something very important, but now wasn’t the time to be racking my brain to try and figure out what it was. I needed to get us out of this before we ended up dead.
“Ok, slut. Move away from the car and get on your knees,” ordered Left.
For a military man, Ryan seemed petrified. He was frozen to the spot with his hands in the air like a startled deer. I was just standing confidently near the passenger door, still clutching my bag.
My Louis Vuitton bag.
My Louis Vuitton bag with a silenced Makarov pistol inside it.
“If we are who you think we are, what do you want?” I asked.
“We know exactly who you are. Stop playing silly games. We want the MP7’s to even up the odds,” said Left. “Move away from the car and get on your knees. I won’t fucking tell you again.”
I was thinking fast as I moved towards the bonnet of Ryan’s car. My aim was to get the engine block of the car between us and our attackers, that way if they shot at us, we would have some viable cover from fire. Ryan followed me like a sheep, but Right piped up again and told him to stay where he was.
“Not you, dickhead,” he sneered. “Stay where you are.”
I got into position with the car bonnet between me and them, just like I’d planned. I then dropped to my knees feeling the hard wet concrete against my skin. I suddenly realised I was kneeling in a puddle of my own piss which had ran away behind me when I’d done the deed.
Left tracked me with his pistol pointing at my head, he wasn’t taking any chances. If they’d really heard about me, they’d know what I was capable of. However, their tactics told me that they were amateurs. Firstly, they should have kept us together, enabling them to focus their attention in one area. Separating us meant that only one of them could cover each of us at any one time. Secondly, it wasn’t a good idea to aim their weapons at my head. Even at this short distance they could still miss with the slightest trigger jerk. It was better to aim for my centre mass which presented a larger target and gave less chance of missing. Lastly, now that I was kneeling down behind the bonnet, they could only see the top half of my body. I had kept my hands low, still holding my bag which was now out of their line of sight.
“You, army boy, open the fucking boot,” said Right, gesturing with his gun.
“What are you going to do to us?” I asked.
“Once we confirm that the weapons are in there, we’re going to shoot you both,” said Right. “Who knows, maybe I’ll fuck you first and then shoot you.”.
“Or shoot her and then fuck her,” sniggered Left. “Either way’s fine by me. Her pussy will stay warm for a while.”
“You sick fucks,” I spat back. “Do you get off on fucking dead bodies? Is that what you’re used to?”
“Any warm hole will do,” he chuckled. “I bet you’re nice and wet after sucking his cock, aren’t you?”
“Go and fuck yourself,” I spat.
“Come on, army boy. Get this boot opened up. I haven’t got all fucking night,” snapped Right, getting impatient.
Ryan moved to the boot of the car and slowly lowered his hands.
“Open it,” Right repeated.
Ryan clicked the button to release the boot lid and it popped open again. I watched Right’s face light up in astonishment. He was as shocked by the vast number of weapons as I was.
“Jesus Christ. What the fuck! Are you starting a fucking war or something?” he gasped. “Taylor, get over here and take a look at this.”
Left, who was obviously called Taylor, kept his eyes on me as he backed up towards the rear of the car. His barrel of the pistol never left me and neither did his gaze. The three of them would soon be standing in a line at the corner of the rear wing. Taylor was still on the left; Right was on the right and Ryan was between the two of them.
I unclipped the clasp on my bag very slowly making sure that my movements weren’t visible. Nothing above my breast-level showed any sign of change. I got no reaction from Taylor who was still focusing all of his attention on me. He hadn’t even looked into the boot yet.