Bitches

Title: Bitches
Author: Caz
Type: FCS, RPS
Characters: Yorgi/Orlando Bloom
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Like this would ever happen. Wait until you read it, then you'll know what I mean.
Author's Note: For those of you, like myself, who would normally avoid this, please don't. It's a little different to what you were thinking but I don't want to give anything away so I hope no one actually reads this.
Summary: Well, Yorgi has this nightclub, right? And stuff happens in this nightclub. But you all know that.

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"Bitches, come."

We filed into the private dining room, Yorgi's private area, slapped on the arse as we passed through the archway. I was one of the last. I quickly surveyed the room and saw Yorgi reclining against one of the lounges on the wall. His legs were spread open, one bent, the other stretched out in front. His arms were draped across the back of the seat. Some fucking cunts had already gotten to him first; one on either side, hands caressing his chest, and one at his feet, perfectly manicured nails dragging up and down his strong thighs.

I had to get close to him. I needed him to want me as much as I did him. I used to stand on the floor below, resting against the bar and look up. I could see him up there, so arrogant and cocky. And I'd want him desperately. I needed to find out if his hands were as artistic as they seemed, if his mouth could conjure up the devil in me. And his cock… I had dreamed about his cock. I had seen the bulge in his leather pants, had imagined releasing it, taking it within me, riding its length slowly, making it last. And now I was finally here; I just had to make him notice me.

So I turned my back on him, yet close enough that he would see me. I closed my eyes and prayed that no one else would try and claim me. With the room darkened, my other senses were heightened. The music thrummed through my body, vibrating. The beat took hold of me and my body began to sway in time. My hands ran down my sides, following the contours, reaching back to cup my arse. My hips dipped and rotated, thrusting in time. My arms went above my head, twining sensually around each other.

I don't know how long I danced; the music just took hold. I dared to turn around, my hips circling obscenely, shoulders working in counter-action.

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I looked around the room, filled with bitches dying for me to fuck them, to shove my cock up their cunts and fill them with my seed. But so far I had found none that had caught my interest. My three worshippers did not appeal to me, though my dick disagreed.

And then I saw her. Or at least, I saw her back. She was a little skinnier than I preferred, but most here were. There was nothing in her body that suggested why she stood out; I just knew that I had to have her. Her dancing captivated me, made me achingly hard. I had found my willing cunt.

I watched as she turned around, hips gyrating. Her eyes slowly opened and they locked on mine. I was struck with the desire to grab her and shove her against the wall, fuck her with her legs wrapped around my waist. Our clothes would still be on, my cock hanging from my pants, dripping with pre-cum; her short skirt would be bunched around her waist, and to my fortune, I would discover that she wore no underwear. And all this would happen with the party going on around us, people watching us fuck.

This girl was unknown to me; I had never had her before. She wasn't the prettiest chick here, but her dark brown eyes were large and engaging. I could drown in them, if I let myself. Her lips were full and luscious. I could picture them wrapped around my cock.

Not taking my eyes from my prize I said, "Leave me," flicking my hand at the girls leaning against me. I did not see them pout becomingly, or flutter their eyelashes at me. I did, however, notice when one of the cunts reached down and cupped me through the leather. I just raised my eyebrow at her. She sighed and left, finding some other cock to play with.

I beckoned the mystery girl to me, crooking my finger.

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Oh shit! He was calling me over, and my feet could do nothing but obey. I stopped when I reached him, standing between his legs, looking down at him. I had false beliefs that I was in any way in charge here. I was not in control, despite knowing that he'd expect me to do the work. He frowned disapprovingly when I stopped.

Yorgi reached out and wrapped his large hands around my waist firmly. I expected him to drag me up against him but he surprised me when he lifted me up and pulled me closer. When he did not put me down I realized that I was meant to spread my legs. I did so and he settled me astride his hips, legs tucked under me.

Now was the time to play with the devil. I could only hope that Yorgi liked to play my way.

He reached between us and undid the zipper of his oh so tight pants, letting his cock spring free. I stared at it; it was more than I had imagined. Tentatively, I put out my hand, going to touch it but pulling away at the last moment. I heard him groan, and looked up. He nodded at me encouragingly and I reached back out again, my fingers lightly touching him, slowly brushing my fingertips back and forth along his length.

Eventually, with a growl, he knocked my hand aside and grasped my hips, lifting my arse off him so I rested on my knees and shins. He slipped a hand up my thigh, reaching between my legs. I tensed unconsciously, but I could not help myself from looking at him. Yorgi was smiling.

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When at first I touched her between her thighs I had been shocked, but that had been quickly replaced with hunger. This was exactly what I needed. I smiled. I saw the worried look she sent me and grabbed hold of her cock, stroking it quickly; once, twice, three times, in reassurance. My mystery girl was a boy.

I lifted my hand to his face, palm facing him. His tongue darted out, licking my hand with teasing strokes, coating it in saliva. I reached my hand back down and took hold of my cock, spreading the moisture. My other hand drifted up to his mouth, two fingers rubbing at his lips before slipping in. He sucked voraciously, tongue twirling around them, sliding them in and out. The feel of him suckling at my fingers almost pushed me to the edge and I quickly removed them. My hand once again roved under his skirt, this time finding the puckered entrance to his body. I shoved my fingers up him hard and fast, watching as his eyelids fluttered, obviously wanting to close but being forced open, wanting to watch me. I twisted my hand and curled my fingers in his tight hole, brushing past his gland, making him jump. His muscles tightened around me and I could wait no longer.

I removed my fingers from his body and pulled his hips back down, positioning myself. And then I shoved him down, impaling him with my cock.

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I could feel his dick tunneling into me, no respite, unapologetic at the pain I felt. I had never been fucked by a man before. Always knew it had to be Yorgi. I was thankful that, once it was all in (it felt so much bigger inside me), he stopped, pressing his forehead to mine. He arranged my skirt so that it lay in neat pleats around us, hiding the joining of our bodied to the observers; though it was obvious to all what we were doing. His breaths came in little pants, the hot air drifting across my face.

"What is your name?" His question surprised me and I answered with a soft voice, hoping that the music would drown out my answer from listening ears.

"Orlando."

"Orlando." Yorgi's voice, his thick accent made my name into something obscene and dirty. It rolled off his tongue, his lips forming the word, sending all sorts of dirty images into my mind. My cock jumped in response.

Our lips met as he grasped my hips, pulling me off his length and then dragging me back down, setting a steady rhythm. Our lips bruised and our teeth clashed. Tongues dueled for dominance, thought it was obvious that Yorgi was going to win; I, however, was determined to fight him all the way, to show that I wasn't just some pliant body.

And then his fingers were digging into me, urging our pace faster, and harder, pushing me down onto his impaling cock. His every movement was jerky, but I did not care. He was pushing me close to the edge. I could feel myself spiraling out of control, his dick brushing against my prostate. There was no longer any pain; only pain from lack of release, a pleasuring pain reaching the limits of its tolerability. My hands drifted up 'til they clutched at his broad shoulders, holding onto him for dear life, sure I was about to come apart, splinter.

And then the waves of orgasm crashed upon me, my muscles quivering with their intensity, pulling Yorgi along with me. We came, him grunting his release and me moaning in quiet, understated appreciation. I did not want to give myself away to the crowd.

Once our breaths had settled, Yorgi looked at me.

"Let's move this somewhere else, shall we?"

And with that he stood, my legs wrapping automatically around his waist, and strode out of the room.

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THE END

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