Down and Dirty in the Dales

Chapter 1

Cain had a hard-on. Katie could see it pulsating through his jeans from where she sat. She wasn't sure if it was the tiny white pleated mini-skirt she was wearing, or Alicia's boobs that were on prominent display behind the bar that was turning Cain on, but she liked the view.

The Woolpack was fairly empty, just a couple of regulars and a couple of tourists that had stopped to sample the fare in the picturesque Yorkshire village. Katie was listening to Declan drone on about business and money and Home Farm. She was hearing 'money, money, money', but she was thinking 'cock, cock, cock'.

Cain Dingle had a reputation. Bad boy. Thief. Cheat. A great lay. Right now, at nine o'clock on a Thursday evening, it was the later of his attributes that Katie was interested in. Declan was beginning to bore her. Sure, his money meant that she could buy the top of the range satin bra and panties set that she had on, and to be fair, he obviously did love her, but Katie had always been attracted to the rough element. Men that would use her for their entertainment and not worry too much the consequences. She wasn't a consequences kind of girl. Her best mate used to ask her what she got out of it. Got out of it? Like having a huge randy cock plunge into you repeatedly wasn't enough?

Cain is some bastard, she thought. He would look over at her, letting her know he was getting the show she was putting on each time she crossed and uncrossed her legs. Then he would turn back, take a sip from his pint, and say something to Alicia. And the big-breasted barmaid would giggle at Cain, and flutter her eyelashes, and her bosom would heave up and down.

Declan was scarcely paying attention to her, he was so engrossed in trying to interest Jai in his latest plan to promote Home Farm. Like seriously! A hot twenty-five year old blonde is flashing her new pink panties, her new satin panties, for anyone who wants to see and Declan hasn't even looked down. Katie took her packet of cigarettes from her bag and headed out to the unofficial smoking area behind the Woolpack.

Katie shivered as she inhaled. The cool Emmerdale air was almost moist on her face. She giggled to herself. Moist face, moist panties. Wet, wet, wet. Time to go on a night-out in Hutton again and pick up some randomer. She hadn't noticed him coming out behind her until he had twirled her around and pushed her back into the cold stone wall at the side of the pub.

He put his left hand up against the wall, as if to stop her from going anywhere. His face leant into hers, those angry black eyes almost hidden by shaggy eyebrows managing to sneer at her. "Cain..." she started to say.

"Shut it Cocktease". His voice was throaty and low. He dropped his right hand to her crotch, pushed at the tiny mini-skirt and made contact with her new panties. As he swayed, she could feel the outline of his cock against her thigh. Man was he close. And Man was she wet.

"Does that rich boyfriend know what a little slut you are?" His middle finger was rubbing her pussy lips outside her panties. "Cain..." she was going to protest but the only thought going through her mind was that she'd been fucked by cocks smaller than his finger. And if his finger was that big ...

It was the words 'little slut' that really did it for her. He instantly made her feel like she was back again at her then boyfriend's eighteenth birthday party. Back when his older brother and a cousin of theirs had taken her to an upstairs bedroom while her boyfriend chatted to some other guests. Back to when the two lads had a bet with her, that she couldn't tell whose cock was whose, just by sucking on them. Back to when they blindfolded her with her own cotton knickers. Back to when, as she was sucking her boyfriend's brother's cock, their cousin fingered her so roughly she got really wet and opened her legs without being asked. Back to when her boyfriend walked in as she had one cock in her mouth and the other screwing her from behind, and her knickers fell away from her face and all she could hear was her boyfriend saying 'You little slut'.

"I know I was away in jail and all", Cain was almost growling, "but how come every hard-on in Yorkshire has got their end away with you and I haven't?" His huge mechanic's hands spread over her crotch area, his middle finger concentrated on her pussy, his thumb extended up to the lace frill of her pantie-elastic. "You think if I tear these off, he'll just buy you more?"

"Stop it Cain". She knew she didn't sound as if she meant it. "Stop what?" he almost laughed, "You been opening your legs to show me these expensive pink knickers all evening, and now I'm taking your bait you want me to stop?" She didn't want him to stop. She wanted him to pull her panties aside, to take out his huge cock, to plunge it in her pussy as far as it would go, to keep telling her what a 'little slut' she was. But she couldn't tell him that.

"Katie ... KATIE?". Declan was looking for her. With the stray front light of the pub, she could see Cain's face had turned into a huge sneer. "You want to tell him or will I?" he smirked. "Tell him what?" Katie asked.

"Tell him you're going to be opening your legs for me from now on" Cain replied.

Katie almost came right there and then. She was trying to adjust her short skirt back over her panties, her pussy was soaking after all the rough handling Cain had given it, and her boyfriend had almost found her playing around with the Village bad boy.

"KATIE". Declan's voice told them he was nearing the side of the pub. She hardly noticed Cain steal away into the darkness of the rear of the Woolpack as Declan rounded the corner. "Are you all right Katie?" Declan asked, "Time to go home I suppose?".