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
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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 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.
