2011-06-30

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Please be aware that this story contains ADULT content and should not be read by minors.

Darkness
by RLM

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Melinda had her husband's permission to play when he was away on business.

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The Agreement:

My overnight flight to San Francisco had a departure time of 8 PM. Consequently, I had to be at the airport by 6 PM. By 3 PM, I had my bags packed and was ready to leave as soon as the limo arrived. The examination of the Fellini industrial complex would probably take me two or perhaps three days depending on its complexity. Then, another two or three days would be required to plan and design the layout of the security and surveillance hardware. Finally, I would be spending a day supervising the installation itself and another day to run all the checks. I had allocated 10 days for the entire project.

With two hours to spare, I decided to spend them with Melinda, my gorgeous blonde wife. When I entered our 1000 sq. foot master bedroom, she was naked except for a pair of heels.

Melinda's naked body immediately got me hard.

"Hi, Steven. I thought you had already left for your trip."

"The limo doesn't pick me up until 5:15 PM."

"Good. You can help me get dressed for my date."

"You already have a date, and I haven't even left the house yet?"

"Oh don't start that, Darling. You know our agreement. When you're home, I'm your totally faithful wife who is at your beck and call 24/7, but when you take one of your many extended trips, I'm allowed to play."

"I know. I'm just teasing you. So, who will you be playing with tonight?"

She sat down on the floor with one knee steepled and her legs provocatively wide open and said, "I've got a date with Lance." That made my dick rock-hard.

My wife's body, particularly her big tits and cunt, were awesome.

"Lance, huh? Is that his real name, or just one he's given himself as a way of bragging?"

"I don't know, Steven. I've never asked him, but it doesn't really matter. The only important thing is that big nine-inch dick between his legs. Wanna see a pic of it, Honey?"

"Why not. Might as well know what's going to be inside my wife's cunt while I'm gone."

Melinda got her handbag and extracted a photo from her wallet. When she showed it to, I wasn't surprised at the huge phallus since I had seen it many times before. Of course, my wife didn't know that... so I said, "My god! Can you really take that thing?"

Lance's black shaft was huge... no question about that.

"Would you like to watch me taking it sometime, Darling? I'm sure Lance wouldn't mind an audience."

"I think that's more than our agreement calls for, Melinda. But you do like them big, don't you?"

"I like them in all sizes, Honey. You know I always cum when you fuck me even though you only have five inches. And your tongue is just awesome. But come on. Help me get dressed. I know you love doing that."

"Are you going to wear panties?"

"Should I?"

"You know what Lance likes better than I do. Personally, I love seeing you spread your legs and flashing your panties... and taking them off is an incredible turn-on. So, if you want my advice... wear panties."

"Mmmmm... you've convinced me, Darling. Black, I think. Pick out a couple of pair... both black, Honey."

I searched through her lingerie drawer and chose a brief pair of tight-fitting bikini panties and a black thong. "How about these?"

"Hot... very hot. The thong's much hotter, don't you think?"

"No doubt, but then what would you do for an encore later in the week? I'm going to be gone about 10 days this time."

"You're right, Darling. As usual. Let's see how I look in the black panties."

Melinda stepped into the panties and pulled them up until they were bunched erotically just below her ass cheeks. Turning her naked ass in my direction, she bent over for me. Looking back over her shoulder seductively, she grinned. "Think I should wear them like this? I bet it would get Lance's monster dick hard, don't you think?"

Melinda's cunt and ass were cock-hardening sights.

"Of course it would, but pull the panties up. Be less of a slut. Let him turn you into a slut."

"With your unerring instincts for turning on a man, Darling, you should have been a woman," she whispered as she pulled the panties up over her full hips and ass. So, how does this look? Good?"

Looking at my wife, I wondered how long it would take Lance to get his cock into her. I estimated 15 minutes maximum.

"Looks delicious. Going to wear a bra or leave those big tits bare under the dress?"

"Whatever you say, Honey. Does your wife go out on her date with her tits naked under her dress or with a bra on?"

"I think a bra. For the same reasons I've just given ... let Lance have the pleasure of taking it off. But don't pull the bra all the way up. Leave the shoulder straps off your shoulder so your nipples show. Here, try this on."

My wife followed my instructions perfectly, and a moment later, she was posing in front of me with the bra pulled down enough to allow her nipples to show over the top.

With her nipples exposed, Melinda looked erotic, hot, and ready.

"MMmmmmm... I like this," she hissed. "You are one sexy man, Lover. Would you like to fuck me before you leave?"

"Does Lance like sloppy seconds?"

"Who cares. Come on, Stud. Fuck me! You've tasted his semen in me when you've come home from a trip and I've just gotten back from a date. It's only fair that he should taste yours. If he can't handle that... well, there are a lot of men out there. Enough talk, Honey. Get me out of these panties, jerk down this bra get my tits naked, and then do it to me!"

With almost nothing on, I had my wife's panties off and her bra down around her waist in less than 30 seconds. A half minute after that, I had her up on her large vanity with her legs up in the air and spread. As soon as I moved my head between her gaping thighs, I could see her vagina opening and closing in anticipation. Her clit was swollen and protruding from its protective hood. Spreading her pussy lips and stripping back the hood to completely expose the quivering shaft and tip of her clit, I watched it pulse. I blew on it bringing hissing moans from my wife and hard contractions from her now engorged girl cock.

"Please, Steven... PLEASE! Lick me. SUCK IT! HURRY!"

One swipe of my tongue up her sex trench, over her opening, and from there up the shaft of her now throbbing clit brought screams from Melinda. Her ass arched as her legs jacked back. When I sucked the contracting organ into my mouth, her right leg shot straight out... rigid... her foot quivering as her foot and toes curled back. Tongue stroking her clit harder, brought hot shrieks of pleasure.

"AAAhhhh.... yesssss... SUCK IT... OOHHHH GOD... SUCK MEEEEEEEE! AH-FUCK! AH-FUCK! AH-FUCK! UUNNNGHHHH.... MORE... MORE... DO MEEEEEEE!"

Sucking her pulsing girl cock into my mouth, I let the tip of my tongue stroke over its sensitive head bringing howls and screams from Melinda, which got even louder when she felt my finger sliding into her cunt and rubbing her G-spot. Her ass pounded the vanity top arching a foot into the air again and again. Pushing a second finger into her ass and finger fucking both holes at the same time made her climax and squirt amid wild, uncontrolled screams.

Having both holes finger fucked at the same time made my wife cum hard.

She tried desperately to push my head from between her thighs, but that stopped when I stood up, held her legs together and back, and spanked her upturned naked ass with several hard strokes that turned her ass cheeks red.

"OOhhh god... that hurts... WHACK!... UUGGGGG! No! No! Please. Not on my naked ass... don't... WHACK! WHACK! ...........GGHHHAAAAAAA!! I'LL SPREAD! Please! I'll spread!"

"Good. Then do it. Now!" Instantly, my wife pulled her legs wide open, once more exposing her still-contracting clit. When I sucked it hard, her ass again shot high in the air as she trembled and shook. She came a second time in less than a minute.

Melinda's cunt and clit both contracted in repeated spasms.

"Ooohhh god... What a tongue! Fuck me now, Steven. Fuck your slutty wife now. Please! Bend me over the vanity and ram it into meeeeeeeeee!"

As soon as I pulled my wife from the vanity onto her feet, she turned and bent over putting one foot up on the vanity to open her pussy. I was rock-hard but had trouble hitting her opening. Frustrated with my missed thrusts, Melinda reached back and guided my rod into her wet opening. We both groaned as I sank into her. Holding onto her hips, I both pulled her cunt back onto my dick and rammed it into her at the same time.

"Take it you hot, Slut! TAKE MY COCK!"

"YES! YES! YES! I'M TAKING IT, DARLING. FUCK IT TO MEEEEEEEEE!"

I'm not particularly large, but my cock gets hard as steel and stays that way, and I have great staying powers as well. Melinda exploded in an intense climax after five minutes of hard fucking that jarred her ass forward and made her dangling tits swing wildly back and forth.

"Oh gawd damn... cumming... cumming... cumming," she hissed.

Moving my hand around her hips, I captured her swollen clit and began rubbing its shaft and occasionally moving over the ultra sensitive tip. Her ass went into overdrive.

"Do It! Do It! AAAahhhhhhhh.... ooohhhh god... don't stop... Don't stop... fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeee!!"

The hot contractions of my wife's vagina around my dick was making it very difficult to hold off my orgasm, but with intense concentration, I managed it. For another 15 minutes, I drove my dick balls deeps into Melinda's hole bringing hot gasps, grunts and shrieks from her lips and spastic contractions of her cunt. After her fourth orgasm, I filled her pussy with a thick load of sperm-filled semen.

When we had recovered from our orgasms, Melinda grinned at me. "Oh Baby. You nearly fucked my ass off. Wow! Hand me my panties, Lover, so I can keep your huge load inside my cunt for Lance later tonight. Can't wait to see his reaction."

"What if he gets angry and leaves?"

"Then I'll find out that he's too stupid to have around. A guy that dumb might stick his fingers into the fan to see if its turned on."

I was still laughing when my wife was again dressed in her black, bikini panties and pulled down bra. Slipping into her black dress, she sat on the edge of the vanity where we had just fucked and posed for me. She was showing a lot of tit and her posture let me see the crotch of her panties.

"Well, what do you think, Steven? Think I look good enough to persuade Lance to eat me when I'm full of your huge load?"

Melinda looked gorgeous and hot. I was sure Lance would be cleaning her pussy with his tongue tonight.

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The limo arrived promptly at 5:15 PM, and Melinda was giving me a deep, passionate kiss before I left. When our lips parted, she asked, "How long will you be gone this time, Steven?"

"About 10 days. Maybe a little more. I'll call you, as usual, to let you know what my schedule looks like."

"Honey, you're gone half of the time. With all the money and authority you have, can't you delegate some of the work so we can be together more often?"

"No one else can do the security and surveillance work, Melinda... not the way I can. Not even close. And the huge retainers and fees for services that corporations and individuals pay me for my talents are paid personally to me... for my services... not those of one of my employees. So, I have to go. But I know you'll enjoy yourself."

"What do you do for these corporations and individuals that they pay you such huge fees, Steven?"

"You know better than to ask questions like that, Melinda. We've discussed this before. You mustn't ask questions about my work or talk about it to any other people. Are we clear on this?"

"Yes. I'm sorry. It's just that I do miss you. A lot."

"You've got Lance and a huge stable of men to entertain you, Melinda."

"I know, but it would be so much more fun if you were here. What I would really like is to have you and my lovers at the same time. Will you at least think about watching me with them. It would really turn me on if you would."

"I'll give it some thought, Melinda. See you in about 10 days. You have my private cell phone number in case of emergencies. Call if you need anything... anything at all. Even though I may be 2000 miles away, I can very quickly arrange for you to get any assistance you may need. Understand?"

"Yes. I do, Lover. Take care." She kissed me again... even more passionately than the previous time.

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Private Thoughts:

It was a 45-minute drive to the airport. With nothing else to do, I thought about Melinda's questions just before I had left the house and their implications. Of course, she had no idea... no clue... as to their significance. She only knew that a year before she had agreed to marry me under very unusual circumstances and conditions. She knew nothing about the reasons underlying those circumstances and conditions.

In fact, Melinda knew so little about me, I wondered if she even knew my full name... Steven Lamort Cranston. In fact, very few people in the world did know it. If they had, I was certain that many of their faces would reflect a glimmer of recognition... not because they actually knew me, but rather because of the similarity between my name and that of Lamont Cranston, the alter ego of The Shadow.

In the glory days of radio, one of the most popular programs was "The Shadow". In each episode of the program, the exploits of a fictional character called The Shadow were detailed. This superhero had the ability to render himself invisible and thereby spy on others, learning their innermost secrets, which he used to defeat their evil intentions. In the program, The Shadow's alter ego was a man whose name was Lamont Cranston. Each episode of the program began in identical fashion with a deep, eerie voice from off stage intoning, "Who knows what evil lurks in the minds of men... The Shadow knows!" This was followed by diabolical laughter.

Of course, the similarity is superficial. Our names are not the same, and, as is obvious to everyone, I cannot become invisible... at least not in the sense that The Shadow was invisible. Nor am I a superhero or a crime fighter, but I am very much a person every bit as sinister as The Shadow... just not in the same way.

Who would imagine it? Who could imagine it? I'm only five feet - seven inches, 170 cm for our European friends, many women are taller. I usually tip the scales around 150 lbs or 68.2 kilos, which of course does not make me an imposing figure of a man in any sense of the word. In one sense, this places me at a severe disadvantage in many of life's endeavors. But in another very real sense, it provides a huge advantage in that men tend to ignore me, which suits my purposes perfectly. And if they don't ignore, they always underestimate me.

One of the very concrete results of men underestimating or ignoring me is an annual income that easily runs to eight digits... sometimes a very high eight digit number. This income allows me to own three homes. The one I just left, where my wife will be entertaining her black lover tonight, is a several million dollar estate with over 20,000 square feet of living space with all the amenities. In addition, I also own a large home on the French Riviera, and a mountain-side chalet in Colorado.

All this income comes from two principal sources. First, I own, operate, design, and manage Cranston Security Systems, Inc. We maintain such a low profile that very few people have even heard of Cranston Security Systems, Inc. However, among the elite who require the absolute finest in security and surveillance systems, we enjoy the highest possible reputation simply because Cranston Security Systems, Inc. is the best in the business. Our client list includes all sensitive government and industrial research laboratories, banks, maximum security penal institutions, and high-security military bases. In addition, we provide service to high profile individuals who feel the need for state-of-the-art security and surveillance systems and who can afford the high price tag of a Cranston system. Simply put, a Cranston security/surveillance system is impenetrable. No one has even gained stealth entry into an installation, home, office or whatever that is protected by a Cranston system. Naturally, all my homes are protected and under surveillance 24/7 by a Prime-5 system, the finest of the Cranston systems.

This extraordinary success of Cranston Security Systems, Inc. exists because I personally design every system with total concentration on the details and layout of the installation and the security needs of the client. Some people are gifted with great physical power, which obviously I am not. Others have speed, agility, great artistic ability or intellect. My gift is that I can sense in advance what others will do. I see what others do not see. This gift enables me to design the security/surveillance hardware, layout, and protocols so that would-be intruders fail to achieve their ends. And once designed, my staff installs all the hardware and computers to my specifications and their abilities are second to none in the world. Naturally, my services and those of my staff are in great demand around the world, and our services come with a very large price tag.

Although Cranston Security Systems, Inc. is my prime business and source of income, it is not my only one. I also make my talents available to corporations and powerful individuals whose enemies are creating problems for them. As you might well imagine, a person who can sense what others will do, who can see what others do not see, would be a valuable asset to such corporations and individuals who often contract for my trouble shooting services to solve their problems. I have yet to fail.

Doing the design work for all Cranston security systems coupled with my trouble shooting activities generally requires that I travel at least two weeks out of every month. Because of this excessive travel combined with the fact that my sexual endowment is on a scale with the rest of my body (5 inches and no more than average thickness), attracting women has always been a problem. This fact creates extreme difficulties for me since my libido is exceptionally high, and I do not have either the time nor the patience to try to pick up women every night for sex.

After several years of frustration, I finally devised the perfect solution whose execution was simple. I ran ads in the classified newspapers of several cities. These ads were short and to the point. They all read:

Wealthy, 36-year old man seeks beautiful wife 25 to 35 years of age with an extremely high sexual libido and few, if any, inhibitions. A pre-nuptial agreement foregoing any claim to the estate in the event of death or divorce is mandatory. Benefits include a life of luxury in a mansion with 20,000 square feet of living space, all the amenities, and fully staffed, membership in exclusive spas and country clubs, a new BMW or Lexus lease every three years, a $125,000 per year allowance with all taxes pre-paid, along with full dental and health insurance. Duties, include companionship and sexual services whenever I am home, which will be approximately two weeks per month. When I am out of town on business, the successful applicant will be free to date and do as she wishes within certain bounds to be agreed upon in advance. Interested women should send a summary of their interests and two sets of excellent photographs, one set fully dressed in a variety of outfits, the second set should be nude or partially nude and erotically dressed, to the address below. A full medical examination will be required of the successful applicant.

When I placed the ads, I felt that they might be successful. I was totally unprepared for the overwhelming response. Within a month, I had almost a 100 good looking to drop-deal gorgeous women expressing interest by submitting applications. There were awesome blondes, sultry brunettes, flamingly hot redheads... young and old. The assortment was amazing. It resembled a pussy cafeteria.

There was a luscious assortment of sexy blondes.

The applicants included many sultry brunettes and women in their mid-30s... all beautiful and sensuous.

There were fewer redheads, but all of them were alluring and desirable.

Almost without exception, they all asked why I was looking for a wife in such a bazaar manner as opposed to the one most men employ. Melinda was a typical example. As I rode toward the airport, I recalled our conversation:

"All this is very intriguing, but why this method to find a wife. As rich as you are, all you have to do is pick out a single woman and ask her out."

"You're absolutely right. Finding a wife is not a problem. But keeping a wife is. What wife wants to be left alone two or even three weeks out of every month? In addition, a five-inch cock is not what most women are hoping for. After a year or so, they want a divorce and some type of settlement. By using this method, you are warned in advance. Because of the pre-nup, there will be no settlement should you seek an uncontested divorce at any time in the future. And the problem of my five-inch cock is handled by the free time you have to enjoy other men, if you choose to do so."

We had spent the weekend having sex at the end of which she said, "Jesus! You may have only a five-inch dick, but my god, you really know how to use it. And I love your tongue. Where do I sign?"

The limo arrived at the airport at 6 PM precisely. An hour later, I was waiting in the VIP lounge for the first-class boarding call for my flight to San Francisco.

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Cranston Security and Surveillance Systems:

We boarded the San Francisco flight at 8:05 PM and were airborne 15 minutes later. The flight was not completely full, and as luck would have it, the seat to my right was vacant so that, in effect, I had two first-class seats rather than just one.

After an excellent dinner comprising lobster tail and a small, but delicious and tender, filet mignon with a very good cabernet, I got out my laptop and logged into the internet with the in-flight service. When I had logged onto the Fellini web page, I sent an e-mail message confirming my arrival time and attached an updated schedule for the design and planning of their security/surveillance system. I received a reply within five minutes that informed me that there would be a limo awaiting my arrival. The reply also assured me of their complete cooperation.

My second e-mail went to my hardware team who would fly out three days from now to begin planning for the installation phase of the project. After finishing that business, I brought up the ftp protocol that would permit me to remotely access my computer banks and all the equipment they controlled in my home. In less than five minutes, I was logged onto the master computer that controlled all the security and surveillance equipment in my home as well as all the auxiliary servo computers.

The prime-5 system is not only unbreakable, it is also nearly undetectable to anyone but a highly trained and appropriately equipped tech. The resolution and clarity of the audio and visual sensors is equally superb. Even though Melinda had been living in the home for a year, she had no clue that her every move and sound in every room was being carefully monitored and recorded for playback at any time in the future. Each day, the digital recording was automatically stored and appropriately labeled for future access, if desired.

Bringing up the screen that showed the layout of the entire system, I first clicked on "West Den". Instantly, the interior of that spacious room was displayed in full color with a high-definition clarity. The room was empty. I took another moment to connect the earphones so if there were any sounds or voices, I could hear them. Again, there was nothing.

Not finding my wife in the West Den, I next tried the East Den, then the South, but again with no success. Even though I knew where she probably was, I checked the patio and swimming pool/deck area, but except for the pool man doing his nightly cleaning, no one was there. Going back to the layout screen, I click on "Master Bedroom". The overall, wide-angle view of the room showed my wife and Lance on one of the spacious couches. They were already both naked. He was lying on his back while Melinda leaned over his powerful black body kissing him while she jacked him off at the same time. Selecting the visual pickup for that couch, I activated the audio.

Melinda's hand flashed up and down Lance's big shaft.

"MMmmmmm... yeah Baby! Oh Yeah! Jack my big black dick, you hot Slut. Jack my meat!"

"I think you like having me kiss you while I jack you off, Lover. Do you?"

"Yeah... Just shut up and do it, Slut!"

Their lips crushed together as my wife's hand continued to stroke the black dick.

"That's a hot video," said a hot, sexy voice to my right and slightly behind me. Turning my head, I saw it was the blonde lady in the seat behind me who was now standing in the aisle. Her eyes were glued to the screen. As she leaned over to get a better view, her dress fell away slightly giving me a nice view of her tits.

The woman knew very well that she was giving me a good view of her cleavage.

"God. Look at the size of his cock! She's gonna go wild when he puts that thing into her. Oh, she's moving down to his dick. I think she's actually gonna try to suck that monster. No way in hell, she's going to manage it."

"I don't think she can either. But we'll soon see. There it goes... into her mouth."

"Oh my god. That's sooo hot," she moaned, her hand now squeezing one of her nipples through her dress. "Just look how wide that cock stretches her mouth."

Melinda did her best but couldn't take all of the cock into her mouth.

"I guess you're right. She can't suck all of it. Why don't you take this seat beside me. It's vacant and we can watch together."

After checking the cabin to see if anyone was watching, she quickly settled herself in the seat beside me. In the process, her dress moved higher up her thighs revealing a very nice pair of bare legs. "You know I think it's against the rules for us to be watching a porn video on the internet," she whispered.

"It is, but this isn't a porn video."

"Of course not. We're watching the Disney channel, right?"

"No. We're not watching the internet at all. We're watching a live feed from the surveillance system I have in my home. All the digitized audio and video sensors are fed into a computer system, which records everything for future reference. You can also watch what's happening in real time. That's what we're doing right now. The woman doing her best to suck that stud's black cock is my wife, Melinda. And the black guy is one of her lovers. His name's Lance. By the way, my name's Steven."

"Hi, Steven. I'm Helen. You seem like a nice man, but there's no way in hell I believe that's a live feed from your home and that's your wife about to have sex with big black stud. Come on. That's a video clip from the internet."

"You're wrong. It's exactly what I said ... a live feed from my home. Neither my wife nor Lance know that they're both on Candid Camera, so to speak."

"Ok, Steven. You had me going for a moment, but a shouldn't push a joke too far."

"Are you going to San Francisco on business?" I suddenly asked.

"Well, yes I am. Why do you ask?"

"To find out if you're free tonight. Obviously, you are. How about a little wager. I'll bet you $1,000 that I can prove to your satisfaction that we're watching a live feed from my home. If I can't, you win the $1,000 and an apology. If I can, you spend the night with me in my suite at the Hilton."

When Helen hesitated, I whispered, "Come on. Take the bet. You get to decide if I've proved it or not and besides that, you know that I was going to ask you to spend the night with me anyway."

Helen grinned, "I figured you might test the waters, but I hadn't decided what I was going to say or do when you did. I still haven't decided. What if I decide I would like to spend the night with you, but you can't prove that we're watching a live feed from your house... then we both lose... you lose $1,000 and we both lose an exciting night of sex."

"Now that's a very good point, Helen. Let's alter the stakes. If I prove my point, you spend the night with me. If I can't prove my point, you win the $1,000 and you get to decide whether you're going to leave me high and dry or have an erotic evening together. How's that?"

"Much better. Ok. You're on. Prove it."

"Not a problem. Here. We'll share the ear pieces so we can both hear the audio. Put this in your left ear, and I'll put the other ear piece in my right ear. You'll have to move closer, Helen, with your head right next to mine."

"You are a devious, clever man, Steven," she said with a throaty laugh as she raised the chair arm and pressed herself against my right side.

"MMMmmm... you do feel good." My hand dropped to her leg and pulled her dress higher. "And you look even better. But first things first. I just need to make a phone call."

Taking the air-to-ground phone out of it's holder on the seat in front of me, I dialed in the phone number of our home. In our earpieces, we each heard the ring of the phone in my master bedroom. When the phone rang, Melinda pulled away from Lance and we both heard, "Sorry, Lover. That's probably Steven. Got to answer this." She turned away and crawled over to the side of the couch and lifted the receiver. We both heard her answer.

"Hello."

"Hi, Melinda. It's me. I'm 30,000 ft or so in the air on my way to San Francisco. Just called to let you know that the plane left on time and we'll be landing on schedule at 10 PM, Pacific Standard Time."

I glanced over at Helen whose mouth was open in near shock. "Is Lance there yet? Or did he cancel?"

"Cancel? Are you kidding. Hell will freeze over before he passes up a chance to fuck your sexy wife, Honey."

"Is he fucking you right now?"

"Not yet. I was sucking his cock when you called."

"MMMmmmm... hot sexy Bitch."

"You should know, Honey. You married me. OOoohhhh.... yess!"

On the screen, we watched as Lance turned Melinda onto her knees with her ass up in the air. He moved behind her, his thick shaft jutting forward like a jouster's lance.

"He's gonna fuck her," Helen whispered hotly in my ear. "Oh my god! He's gonna put that huge log in her.... ooooohhhhh yesssssss." She was still moaning softly when I pushed her dress up to her hips and pushed her legs apart. Instantly, she spread wide open for me.

Helen's legs opened almost automatically when she saw Lance's cock entering my wife's cunt.

My hand was caressing and rubbing her wet pussy through her red panties when Lance pushed his 9-inch dick into my wife's cunt.

Melinda's ass pushed back as Lance drove his dick into her hole.

"OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... He's fucking me, Steven. HE'S FUCKING MEEE... DOGGY! Lance's huge cock is in my cunt ... HE'S FUCKING MEEEEEEEEE!"

"Looks like I'll be spending the night in your bed, Steven," Helen moaned as her hips hunched against my hand.

"I'm going to finger fuck you now," I informed Helen in a soft, but determined, whisper.

"Yesssss.... do it to meeeeee... right here!" she gasped.

I pulled Helen's panties aside and she immediately lifted her legs to give me more access. When my fingers stroked her clit, She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. Slowly, tantalizingly, I rubbed her clit and slipped my fingers into her now throbbing hole. Juices poured out.

"I'll get a blanket," I whispered. A moment later I had the blanket spread over her lap to cover her naked pussy as I rubbed and fingered her bringing her closer and closer to an orgasm. With the cabin lights mostly turned off, we were in near darkness except for the light coming from my laptop screen.

On screen, Helen now saw Lance putting my wife onto her back. Moving between her thighs, he hooked her legs over his arms. When he mounted her, Melinda's legs were spread and forced upward until her heels were pointed straight at the ceiling. We could hear my wife groaning in anticipation as Lance socked his hips firmly into her sex saddle forcing her legs even further apart. When Helen saw him aligning his cock with Melinda's now gaping pussy, her body suddered as she leaned closer and squeezing my rock-hard cock. "Look at the size of that cock sinking into your wife. Does that make you jealous?"

"No but it does make me hard, and it does make me wild to get my dick into you, even if it's not close to being that big."

"Maybe not, but it's hard.... so fucking hard... and hard is what counts... oohhhh god... you are really hard!

Lance's black tool pounded in and out of my wife's pussy like a pile driver.

Lance was pounding it into my wife now... hard... deep... and Melinda was howling everytime it thudded into her cervix. Helen's body trembled as her clit throbbed. Her ass arched up off the seat and humped my hand, fucking herself on my fingers. As Melinda began screaming, Helen's clit and vagina went into hard spastic contractions. The two women came together... my wife on Lance's cock, and Helen on my fingers.

When her orgasm had ebbed, Helen leaned over and whispered, "MMmmmm... I loved that, Steven. What's happening at your house now? You got me so hot, I lost track of what Melinda and Lance were doing."

"They're taking a break now while Lance recovers. My wife came twice before Lance filled her pussy with his load."

"So everybody has cum except you, Steven. I think I need to take care of you, Baby." Helen curled up on the spacious seat with her head in my lap. "Pull the blanket over me, Honey, and I'll get you off."

As soon as I had adjusted the blanket to cover us, Helen unzipped my pants and a moment later had my rock-hard cock out. Not, it was my turn to arch my ass up off the seat as she took me all the way into her mouth. Even with only five inches, the head of my cock was in her throat, but she never gagged.

Beneath the blanket, Helen was sucking my entire length.

Glancing at the computer screen, I saw that Lance had my wife half on her back and half on her left side. Her legs were up on his right shoulder making her cunt a perfect target for his hard black shaft. The video pickup was perfectly positioned to catch the penetration of his thick cock into her waiting hole. The audio easily picked up the wet, squishing sounds his dick filled her pussy.

Everytime Lance's cock rammed forward, I could hear, as well as see, his dick sinking into her cunt.

Within a few minutes, Melinda was shrieking each time Lance's dick filled her pussy. Her big tits shook back and forth in time to his thrusts. After being rammed several dozen times, her body went rigid. A moment later, she squealed in orgasm. Between Helen deep throating my cock and watching Lance fuck my wife, I had no chance to delay my own climax, which exploded in four or five thick, hard jets of semen being pumped into Helen's mouth.

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The Fellini limo driver was holding up a sign inscribed "Mr. Steven Cranston". Helen was holding onto my right arm and pressing her breasts into me as I approached.

"I'm Mr. Cranston. We will need someone from Fellini to pick up both my luggage and Mrs. Helen Emerson's. Here are the baggage claim checks. Have everything brought to my suite at the Hilton."

"Yes Sir," the uniformed driver replied. He had obviously been told that his passenger tonight was a VIP who should be accorded every courtesy. He didn't even so much as raise an eyebrow over the information that Helen would be staying with me in my suite.

Once we were in the back of the limo, I closed the partition to the driver's compartment, and took Helen into my arms. Her open-mouthed kiss made it evident that she was as eager as I was. She had her tongue deep inside my mouth before I could insert mine.

"OOoohhhh.... mmmmmmmmmm," she moaned as our mouths and lips ground together. Halfway through the first kiss, her hips began hunching in fuck motions.

"Lift your ass, Helen," I ordered. Instantly, she arched her butt off the seat and moaned as I pushed her dress up to her waist. When my hand slipped inside the waistband of her panties and moved downward to her swampy sex trench, her legs opened. Her ass arched even higher when my fingers slipped inside her hot hole.

"Your big tits," I growled. "Show me those big tits."

She almost tore her dress in her haste to get them out. I jerked her bra down as her fingers captured both nipples and squeezed. She was groaning as her cunt pumped against my probing fingers. We kissed again ... and then once more. When my thumb found her engorged clitoris, she shrieked as her body thrashed. A few moments later, I felt the hard contractions rippling through her climaxing vagina and throbbing clit.

"OOoohhh my god. Sooooo good... AAAAHHHHHHH... GAWD DAMN! OOOHHH FUCK! MMmmmmmm... more... more... more." she gasped.

When her orgasm eased, she stared wide-eyed at me. "I came... ohhhh god... I came so hard!"

"I know. That's just the first one."

"Ooohhh yessssss.... You're going to fuck me, aren't you?"

"Of course. Many times."

"Aaaahhh... god. In all my holes?"

"Everyone."

"My husband would divorce me if he knew."

"I'm not going to tell him," I whispered as my fingers again began sensuously stroking her clitoris and probing her throbbing sex hole.

Helen's body shuddered hard... then it shook. "OOOHHHHHH YESSSSS... AGAIN... PLEASE! AGAIN! AAAAHHHHHHHH!! Can the driver hear me?"

"Yes. He's probably jacking off."

"OOHH! OOHH! OOHH! YESSSS... DO IT TO MEEEEE!"

"I want you naked. Now!"

"Oh jesus! Right here in the limo with the driver listening. Never, ever before."

"But now!"

"Yes... NOW! Get me naked... strip meeeeeeeee!" I took me less than 30 seconds to do as she had ordered.

Pushing the wildly excited blonde flat on her back on the seat, I hoisted her legs high and spread her. When I lowered my head between her gaping thighs and stared at her sex hole, it was opening and closing in spasms as her juices bubbled out.

"Ooohhh... Ooohhhhh... OOoohhhhh... I feel like a hot whore with you looking right at my cunt.... aaaahhh... I am! I am a hot whore! Please!"

"Please what?"

"Make me cum!"

"How?"

"My cunt. Suck my cunt! Oohhhh gawd! I'm throbbing so hard!"

She screamed louder than any whore ever had when I sucked her clitoris into my mouth and began lashing its throbbing length with my tongue.

"GGGHHAAAAAHHHH.... UUNNGHH! MORE! OH MORE, YOU HOT BASTARD! SUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Helen didn't last more than a few minutes before her vagina whooshed air and convulsed in another hard orgasm. She screeched and groaned as the contractions shot through her pussy and from there up to her belly causing her muscles to knot and ripple.

She was still throbbing when I lowered my pants and shorts and moved my hips into her sex saddle. "Fucking time," I whispered in her ear.

"OOooohhh my god... you're going to fuck me... are you going to wear a condom?"

"Of course not. Spread wider. Now!"

"My husband wears a rubber."

"So what? I won't."

"Ooohhhh gawd damn... No rubber. You're gonna fuck me bareback and shoot your huge load into my unprotected cunt. I may get pregnant. Aaahhhhh please."

"Please what?"

"Fuck me! FUCK ME NOW! PUT IT IN MEEEEEE!"

Again, I gave Helen what she wanted.... hard and fast... I wished it was deep but five inches was all I had. She got it all. I was iron-hard and grinding my pubic bone into her engorged clitoris on every stroke. After a dozen thrusts into her hot hole, I pushed two fingers into her ass.

"Ooohhhhh SHIT! You're in my asssssssss! I never let my husband do that. Never!"

"Wimp. He should whip you with a belt and make you."

"Oh Yes! Yes! Yes! Whip me. Fuck me! AAAahhhhhhh... I'm cumming.... I'm cumming!"

"Here's comes the load, Helen. Up your fertile cunt hole! Take it!"

"Ooohhh fuck! You're cumming in meeeeeeee! I can feel you shooting it innnnn! Aaaahhhh fuckkkk meeeeeeee! Breed meeeeeeeeee! CUMMING! I'M CUMMINGG!"

When I finally pulled out of Helen's pussy, it was still throbbing and belching out my huge load.

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That night in my suite, I screwed Helen five more times, each time shooting inside her unprotected cunt. Even when I fucked her ass, I pulled out just before I came and put it up her pussy before I ejaculated. So every one of my loads bathed her womb.

When I had her riding me reverse cowgirl, Helen didn't seem to be able to fuck herself hard or fast enough on my rigid shaft. She squealed when the load rocketed into her hole.

Helen was frightened when I pushed her knees back against her tits to fully expose her ass hole for use. "I've never had anal sex before. Please... don't hurt me."

"Doesn't Mr. Emerson want your ass?"

"He begs me for it, but I won't let him."

"I'm going to ass fuck you, and I don't hear you saying no."

"Would it do me any good?"

"Of course not."

"Your cock's going up my ass whether I want it there or not?"

"Yes. But I won't hurt you."

"I know you won't. You'll just make me cum. I'll never say no to you, Steven. You can fuck me anytime you want. Where ever you want. But you're not going to knock me up by shooting inside my ass, Lover."

"I'm going to fuck your ass, but I'm going to cum inside your cunt."

"Ooohhhh gawd damn, YES! Fuck my ass.... cum in my cunt.... aaaahhhh... hurry! Do It!"

After lubing her ass and my cock generously with several squirts of astroglide, I pressed the head against her anus and pushed gently. Her sphincter resisted. I released the pressure bringing a groan from Helen. "Don't stop. Fuck it into meeeeeeee!"

Again, I pressed my cock against her back hole.... this time more forcefully. Her sphincter suddenly gave up and opened allowing my cock to slide into her rectum.

"Oooohhhh god... you're fucking me in the asssssss! OOohhhhh fuck it!"

I gave her several strokes and then pulled out... staring at her gaping ass hole that stayed open as if begging for my dick.

"Ooohhh more... fuck me more," she hissed.

"I'm where your husband has never been."

"Yessss...... in my ass."

"Don't allow him inside your ass, Helen. That's mine. Understand?"

"Yess.. yes... oh yes. No ass for hubby... only for you... fuck it, Darling. Fuck it!"

Again, I inserted my cock. This time it sank into her depths easily bringing a hot moan of pleasure from her. After several strokes, I pulled out once more. "You ass hole is gaping open. Can you feel it? Use your fingers and feel your hole. See how gaped it is."

Her fingers probed her hole bringing gasps from Helen. "I'm wide open... gaping... ready for your dick, Steven. Fuck it. Fuck my asshole. Please."

Each time I pulled out, Helen's hole stayed open for my next thrust.

She had at least two orgasms before I felt my load rising up from my balls. "Gonna shoot it, Helen. Pull your cunt hole open for my dick."

Using both hands, she opened herself for me. I sank in ball deeps on the first thrust, pumped her several times, and then unloaded several thick streams of sperm-filled semen into her hot sex pit.

Around 2 AM, I let her sleep, but at 7 AM, I was mounted on her missionary giving her another thick douche of cum. When she got into the shower, I followed and fucked her once more time with her bent over holding her ankles while I plowed her and again ejaculated inside her pussy.

As we had breakfast, I said, "I'm going to be here for about 10 days. How long will you be in town?"

I thought three days, but if you want me, I'll stay until you have to leave."

"What about your husband? Is that a problem?"

"I'll tell him that the contract negotiations hit a snag and I have to stay probably another week. Are you going to fuck me every night?"

"Probably. How kinky are you?"

"I'll do whatever you want, Steven. No one... ever... has fucked me like you did. Once in the limo, five times last night, and twice this morning. If I'm not pregnant now, I certainly will be before I leave. I loved it... every second of it."

"How about a 3some with another woman?"

"I've never had sex with another woman, but I will, if it will please you. Just please keep fucking me."

Just before I left for my first day at Fellini's, Helen asked, "Is it Ok for me to ask what you do for a living?"

Smiling, I replied, "I own Cranston Security Systems". I also design the Security and surveillance systems for important, rich clients. That's what I will be doing at Fellini's the next 10 days. I also serve as a free-lance trouble shooter for rich clients who have enemies that are causing them problems. That's about it."

"Trouble shooter?"

"Yes. I take care of my client's problems."

"How," she asked in a very low voice.

"I'm a professional assassin."

"You're joking!"

"Of course I am. I'll call you tonight."

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Fellini Project:

For the next two days, I worked 10 hours a day designing the Fellini security and surveillance system. Each night when I returned to my suite at the Hilton, Helen was waiting for me wearing next to nothing or some erotic hot outfit. I would fuck her a couple of times and take her out to dinner and dancing where I required her to flash her pussy, which usually ended up giving her an orgasm.; When we returned to my suite, it was non-stop sex until midnight or 1 AM.

Unfortunately, on the third day, Helen called me on my cell to let me know that her sister had fallen and broken her leg. With two kids, she needed help.

"I'm really sorry, Steven, but I need to go help her. I hate having to leave the best sex and most erotic two days I've ever had in my life. Please tell me that I'll see you again. I'll travel anywhere you say, Honey, or if you visit me, you can fuck me anytime... all the time."

"Count on it, Helen. In the meantime, see if your husband has any secret fantasies about your having sex with other men. If he does, it will make it a lot easier for us. We could take a week's vacation somewhere and bring your husband along to watch and jack off."

Helen's deep throaty laugh fill my ears. "God. You are really a wicked man, and I love it. You have my cell phone number and my e-mail. I hope you don't dump me, Baby."

That afternoon, Enrico Fellini stopped by my temporary office to find out how things were going.

"Great," I responded. "I'll have the complete design ready sometime tomorrow. The next day, my staff with begin the installation. That will take two, possibly three days, after which, we'll run the tests and give you the results. Then we have a trial run. You have some of your best people try to break into various areas, and we'll see if we can stop them. If we can't, you don't owe us anything for our services, and the systems design and hardware is yours without cost."

"That's an incredible guarantee. I don't see how you can risk it."

"Simple. Your best people have no chance to elude our Prime-5 system. We're not really taking any risk."

"Sounds fantastic. Is there anything you need? I know you have all the technical stuff you require ... I'm thinking more in the way of female company. You're going to be here almost two weeks. Just say the word, and I can arrange the best."

"I thought I had that covered, but unfortunately, my female companion's sister broke her leg, and she had to return immediately. So, what do you have in mind?"

"How about dinner tonight with me and Paul Williams, my Director of Public Relations. We'll bring our wives, and I'll have Paul bring along one the ladies we use for visiting VIP's. She'll be at your disposal for the remainder of your stay."

"Dinner sounds great, but let me talk to Paul first about the escort."

"No problem. He's in his office right now. I'll give him a heads-up on our conversation immediately. You can go by and see him at your convenience. We'll pick you up in front of the Hilton at 7:30 PM tonight for dinner."

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I finished up designing the last of audio and video pickup placements and then took a break to go by Williams' office to see what the Fellini corporation had to offer in the way of female companions. He greeted me with a smile and pointed to a chair.

"Pull that around here, Steven, so you can see my computer screen. Mr. Fellini called earlier about fixing you up with one of our escorts. Not knowing anything about your preferences, I checked to see who was available and the picked out three of the best, a redhead, a blonde, and a brunette. Just give me moment to bring up the web page, and you can take your pick."

While Williams busied himself looking up and then typing in the URL for the page, I quickly scanned his desk and the walls of his office. Many years before, I had learned that you can tell a great deal about a man by noting what he has on his office desk and walls and what he doesn't have. The order, or lack of it, also contains a great deal of information about his work habits and his productivity. Although I had no more than a minute to complete my scan, when Williams brought up the web page, I had gleaned some very important information.

"Ok. Here we are. What do you want to see first? The blonde, the brunette, or the redhead?"

"Doesn't matter. We're going to see all of them. Try the redhead first."

"Right on. Her name is Denise. 34C tits, neatly trimmed bush, long hair, and a dynamite body. Every guy who's banged her has had nothing but praise. I've accessed two photo of each woman for your inspection, Steven. Here she is.

Denise looked hot... really hot... in her vinyl, red sheathe that just barely covered her ass, her fishnet stockings, and black boots. She was seated on a desk in the photo with her left knee steepled. The position caused the short dress to ride up to her hips providing a very enticing view of her matching red panties. Her tits bulged out the top erotically.

"Well, what do you think?" Williams asked.

"Very sexy. You said there were two photos?"

"Yeah. The second one shows what I know want to see... tits and pussy."

Williams hadn't exaggerated. The photo showed Denise naked except for her fishnet stockings, red garter belt, and knee-high black boots. Her small nipples were hard in the photo, and her small triangle of pubic hair pointed right at her prominent mound and protruding clit. Her closed pussy looked tight.

"Turn you on?"

"She looks like she would be fun to play with for a week or so. Let's see the blonde."

"Sure. Her name's Linda. Very tall, very sexy, big tits and a dynamite ass. What do you think?"

Like Denise, the hot blonde was also seated on a desk with her right knee steepled showing off her red panties beneath her short skirt. Her tight white blouse covered most of her big tits, but their size was obvious from the bulge they made in her blouse.

"Looks good. Very hot," I said.

"That's nothing. Wait till you see the next one. She's got an absolutely awesome ass and fleshy cunt. Take a look."

Again, Williams was on target. The photo showed Linda bent over the desk with her panties pulled down to the top of her thighs. Her ass hole was prominently displayed as well as her cunt which peeked out from between her thighs. Like Denise's cunt, the lips were closed, but looked like they couldn't wait to be pried open by a cock.

"Wow. She is hot. Let's see the brunette and finish this up, Paul."

"No problem. I know you're busy. Her name's Cathy... sort of appropriate since she's wearing a cat woman outfit in the photos."

Cathy's dark, thigh-high hose with black elastic tops and her black, platforms with five-inch heels were awesomely erotic. In addition, all she wore was a black G-string that covered her pussy but nothing else and a skimpy halter that just barely covered her nipples. She was wearing a cat woman mask, which added even more to the eroticism of her photo.

"Wouldn't you just love to sink your dick into that hot piece of ass, Steven."

"Have to say yes. Have you fucked her?"

"Of course, I've fucked her. I've fucked all of the escorts we use, most of them multiple times. It's one of the big perks of the job. Naturally, I don't tell my wife," he confided, winking at me when he said it.

"Why not? She might find it erotic and then you wouldn't have to sneak around to do it."

"Are you kidding? She's a straight-laced prude. If she found out I was putting the meat to all these hot whores, she would cut my balls off and maybe my cock as well. That's her in the photo." Williams nodded toward the photograph on his desk showing an sultry, hot brunette whose beauty dwarfed that of the three escorts he had shown me.

Williams' wife was both beautiful and awesomely sensuous.

"She's outstanding! Actually, beyond belief. She's a far more desirable woman than any of these escorts, and just for your information Paul, she's far from being a straight-laced prude, as you put it."

"How would you know? You've never met her."

"That's true, but it's part of my profession to be able to read people based on even the slightest bit of information. For example, she's wearing a revealing dress in the photograph, and, most importantly, in the background, I can see that she's posing on a bed. Prudish women don't do either of those things."

"Well, in this case, Mr. Cranston, your analysis is way off base."

"Perhaps. Let's see the other pic of Cathy." Williams clicked once with his mouse and the second photo of Cathy appeared on the screen. She was posed on her knees with her head down on the floor. Her panties were pulled aside, and she had both hands on her butt cheeks pulling herself wide open. Her fleshy cunt lips were open making her look freshly fucked.

"Well, that's the lot. What do you think, Steven. Which one should I book for you? If you like you can do each of them for a couple of days so by the end of the week, you will have nailed all three of their cunts. Just tell me what you want, and I'll set it up."

"That's incredibly nice of you and Enrico, but the truth is that I'm not that much into escorts. I had come by to tell you not to bother, but since you had already done all the work of getting the choices together, the least I could do was look. But, let's just forget it. I'll see you and your lovely wife tonight at dinner. By the way, what's your wife's name?"

Williams still looked to be in a state of shock over my decision, but he finally managed to collect his wits and replied. "It's Carlotta. Are you sure, Steven? You don't want any of those hot women in your bed tonight?"

"That's right. None of them. I much prefer to fuck your wife every night for the remainder of my time here at Fellini Industries."

Williams' face flushed beet red, Rising to his feet, he screamed, "What?! You expect me to set you up with my wife?! That's fucking outrageous!" Paul, all 220 pounds of him, started around his desk toward me.

I held up my hand, palm outward, and said softly, "You are about to make a life-ending mistake Mr. Williams."

Williams stopped dead in his tracks. The red color drained from his face to be replaced with an ashen pallor. His mouth opened but no words emerged.

"Sit down, Paul, before you have a heart attack. You really need to get into better shape. You have to be at least 40 pounds overweight. As to your wife, did I ask you to set me up with her? I'm going to see her tonight, and I'm perfectly capable of asking her myself."

"HA! Ask that paragon of virtue for sex? Man, are you in for a shock. She's gonna hand you your head."

"Normally, Paul, I don't give lessons, but in your case, I'm going to make an exception. Women, real women, particularly sensuously beautiful women, may very well reject a man's discreet and respectful request for sex, but they are never going to be angry. They will all be pleased to have been asked even if their answer is an emphatic "No". That's your first lesson. Your second, also without charge, is that real men don't give up because of an initial rejection. They are always courteous enough to accept the initial rejection with grace, but they always give the lady a chance to change her mind. I'll see you and Carlotta at 7:30 PM."

As I left his office, Williams was still shaking his head in a near state of shock. He never noticed the audio pickup I had attached to the inside lapel of his coat.

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At 6 PM, I was parked just outside the Williams' home with the audio receiver in my lap and the earphones on my ears. Paul was talking to his wife.

"Jesus! I couldn't fucking believe it. The guy turned down everyone of those hot escorts. In fact, I even offered to set him up with all three. He turned that down too. When I informed Mr. Fellini, he had a hard time believing it too. The only explanation I can think of is that little guy is an effeminate queer... a homo. I should have offered to set him up with some hung studs."

Then I heard Carlotta's low, sultry voice. "He may be physically a small man, but he's far from being effeminate. What did he say? Precisely."

"Well, it was something like 'I'm not that much into escorts', and just before he left my office, he said, 'Let's just forget it.'. He's a queer. No doubt about it."

"Is that all he said? Absolutely all? Nothing else?" Carlotta questioned.

"Well, he did say something else, but nothing you'd want to hear. Take my word for it."

"Come on, Paul. Out with it! Now!"

"He saw your photograph on my desk and made some obscene comments."

"You're telling me he saw my photograph and made obscene comments? What did he say?"

"I'd rather not repeat the comments, Carlotta."

"Tell me, Paul, do you think that couch you're sitting on is comfortable?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't it be as much as it cost?"

"That's good because that's where you're going to be sleeping for god knows how long unless you stop equivocating and tell me what Mr. Cranston said. I'm not going to ask you again. And if you know what's good for you, you won't lie."

I had to smile at the Carlotta's words, not just because of their content, but also because of the quiet menacing tone with which they were delivered. I could almost see Williams' face turning pale again.

"All right... all right. But don't get mad at me when I tell you. He said something like 'She's outstanding! Actually, beyond belief. She's a far more desirable woman than any of those escorts'. That might not his exact words, but they're very close."

"Let me understand this. Mr. Cranston pays me as nice a compliment as I've ever had, and your characterization of his remarks is that they're obscene? Are you brain dead?"

"I'm not finished yet, Carlotta. You asked to hear everything. At least let me finish before you jump all over me."

After a moment of silence, I heard, "You're right. I'm sorry. Please go on, Paul."

"As Cranston was leaving my office, I figured I had better ask him one more time if he didn't want me to set him up with one of more of the escorts. So I asked him if he was sure that he didn't want any of the escorts in his bed tonight. His reply was, and here I can quote it exactly, 'That's right. None of them. I much prefer to fuck your hot, slutty wife every night for the remainder of my time here at Fellini Industries.' See what I mean about obscenity?"

"He actually told you to your face that he wanted to fuck me every night he was here? What was your response to that?"

"I was right on the verge of beating hell out the puny SOB. But I didn't. First, because he's important to Fellini Industries... second, because it wouldn't be a fair fight. I outweigh the little shrimp by 70 pounds... and third, because I realized it was just bluster to try cover up the fact that he's a flaming queer."

There was silence for several minutes, and I thought their conversation was over, but then, I again heard Carlotta's voice. "You know something, Paul. I've known several gay men and been friends with some of them. But not one of them... not a single one... ever said I was desirable, much less that I was more desirable than those sexy whores you pimp to corporate VIP's."

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The limo pulled up in front of the Hilton at 7:32 PM. Fellini and Williams got out of the back seat along with their wives and entered the lobby to greet me. After shaking my hand, Enrico introduced me to his wife, Alessa. She appeared to be 10 years younger than Enrico and quite beautiful. I smiled, and she graciously extended her hand, palm down, which I took and kissed.

"A pleasure, Alessa. I knew Enrico would have a wife even more beautiful than his world-class corporation. And I see that my expectations were right on target."

She favored me with a warm smile and replied, "If I had known the CEO of the world renowned Cranston Security Systems, Inc. was such a gracious man, I would have made Enrico introduce me sooner, Senor Cranston."

"Steven, please call me Steven."

"As you wish, Steven," she said softly as her tongue wetted her lips. It was a very rapidly done gesture but it did not escape my notice.

"And this is Carlotta Williams, Paul's wife," Enrico said by way of introduction.

She was even more beautiful than her photograph. Somehow, I managed to keep my voice under control and replied, "Of course. We haven't met, but I saw your photograph on Paul's desk earlier today. There's no way I could possibly forget you."

Carlotta was an awesomely gorgeous woman.

"Mmmmmmm... I think I agree with Alessa," Carlotta said in a soft, near whisper. "You are a smooth and gracious man." As I expected, she extended her hand in the same manner as Alessa. And, as I had done with Alessa, I held her hand in mine and bent low to kiss it. There were, however, two subtle differences: As I held her hand, my fingers slowly caressed her palm and as I kissed her hand, my tongue moved softly over her flesh. Her eyes widened as she favored me with a sly smile.

"Shall we go," Enrico suggested. No one raised any objections, and a few minutes later we were all seated in the rear of the limo on our way to dinner. Enrico and Alessa were seated to my right while Paul and Carlotta sat opposite me while I took the seat facing the rear of the car.

"So what exactly are you doing, Steven," Carlotta asked, "that makes you so important to Fellini Industries?" She smiled seductively at me... obviously trying to decide if I were gay, as her husband thought.

"I'm designing and installing a state-of-the-art Prime-5 security and surveillance system in the main offices and research facilities of the corporation. No one has ever penetrated a Prime-5 system. In addition, I will assisting Fellini Industries in their efforts to minimize the potential damage done by a defecting and disgruntled employee, a Mr. Wayne Daniels, I believe."

"Really?! That does sound impressive, Steven. Tell me more," she said softly as she settled back in her seat and crossed her legs high on her thigh. Her short skirt hiked up exposing her dark stockings, garters, and several enticing inches of bare thigh flesh above her stocking tops.

Carlotta's display had my cock iron hard.

When Carlotta crossed her legs, both Williams and Fellini turned away and looked out at the passing landscape. Later Enrico called ahead to confirm our reservations, but as soon as the call ended, he returned his gaze to the view out the car's side window. With the two husbands otherwise occupied, only Alessa and I were aware of Carlotta's blatantly provocative display.

With her gorgeous legs and thighs exposed, I lost interest in discussing the Prime-5 system or Wayne Daniels. I stared mesmerized by her exotic beauty. In a move obviously planned to throw gasoline on my fires, Carlotta opened another button of her blouse allowing me to see even more of her large, full breasts.

She continued to exhibit her charms all the way to the restaurant. When the limo pulled into the valet parking area and the husbands turned away from their windows, she uncrossed her legs and quickly pulled down her dress. I started to get out of the car, but Alessa's voice stopped me.

"Enrico, Paul, neither Carlotta nor I want to stand around in the waiting area of the restaurant, and I'm sure our VIP guest doesn't fancy that either. Why don't you and Paul go and check on our reservations? When they're ready to seat us, have us paged. It's so much more pleasant here in this comfortable limo than standing in the crowded restaurant foyer."

"Capital idea," Enrico said enthusiastically. "Come on, Paul. Let's see how long the wait will be."

As soon as the limo door closed behind the two husbands, I had a feeling that Carlotta was going to recross her legs. I'm rarely wrong when it comes to predicting the behavior of others, but this time, I was only partially right. She didn't recross her legs, she did even more. Her hands rose to her hair, fluffing it and pulling back her shoulders to thrust her big tits forward. Leaning back in the seat, she smiled and then slowly... ever so slowly... spread her legs wide open to expose her panty-covered pussy. Again, I was transfixed by the erotic sight and totally unable to look away.

My eyes were glued to Carlotta's panties trying desperately to see her cunt through the material.

"My husband told me earlier this evening that he was sure that you were gay... or as he put it, 'queer as a three-dollar bill'. Judging from the way your staring between my thighs, I don't think so."

"Guilty as charged," I replied never taking my eyes off her display. I inhaled deeply and caught her musky scent. Carlotta saw the flare of my nostrils.

"Do you like my scent, Steven?"

"Yes. Utterly delicious. If anyone could capture that fantastic aroma in a perfume, they would make billions."

"Paul told me you turned down three of the drop-dead sexy whores he uses to entertain clients and corporate VIP's. In fact, he told me you turned down his offer to supply you with all three of them over the next six days. That's why he thinks you're gay. Since we know you're not, why did you turn them down?"

"Simple. I saw your photograph on his desk, and I knew we would be having dinner tonight."

"So? I don't see why that would cause you to reject three hot women?"

Before I could respond, Alessa answered the question for me. "He turned them down so he would be free to seduce you into his bed, Carlotta. I really thought you were smart enough to figure that out."

"Is that right?" Carlotta asked.

"Yes. It's exactly right." Turning toward Alessa, I nodded my head and said, "I've wondered how your husband managed to build such a fantastic enterprise as Fellini Industries, Alessa. Now that I see who the real power behind the throne is, I'm no longer surprised."

Now it was Alessa's turn to smile. "Thank you, Steven. Most men and women never figure that out. You did it in the time it took to drive to dinner. If Carlotta decides to play hard-to-get, give me a call on my cell. Here's my card. The number's at the bottom." Turning to Carlotta, she said, "Please be stupid and play hard-to-get, Carlotta."

"We'll see. You know, Steven, I can read men very well... most experienced women can. It's really not rocket science. Our husbands are afraid of you. I can almost smell their uncertainty ... their fear. Why is that?"

As amazed as I was with Carlotta beauty and sensuality, I was even more amazed at her astute perceptiveness. However, I evaded the question with my reply.

"I have no reason to think that either your husband or Mr. Fellini are afraid of me. If they were fearful of me, they certainly would not have invited me to dinner with their beautiful wives. I don't doubt your ability to read the inner thoughts of men, Carlotta, but in this case, you've misjudged the situation."

"Perhaps, but I'm rarely wrong. But my question was premature. We'll talk about this later tonight." I smiled at the implication of her statement. She returned the smile.

Dinner was superb, as it usually is in five-star restaurants. The wine Enrico had selected was pure nectar for the gods. After dinner, we adjourned to the lounge where there was music and a dance floor.

Turning to Paul, I asked, "May I ask your wife if she would like to dance?"

“Sure, but you’re wasting your time. She calls dancing nothing but public groping.”

Ignoring Williams’ remark, I extended my hand toward Carlotta who took it without hesitation. A moment later, I was leading her onto the dance floor. She glided into my arms, and we began to move gracefully around the dance in perfect time to the music.

“You’re an excellent dance partner,” she whispered in my ear.

“Beautiful women inspire me to rise above myself.”

“MMMmmmmm... you do know what to say to a woman.”

“Did your husband tell you that when I turned down his offer of three female escorts, I told him it was because I wanted to spend the rest of my time here fucking you?”

She moved her body closer to mine, pressing her breasts against my chest, as we danced. “He told me that you said you wanted to fuck his hot, slutty wife. Do you really think I’m a slut?”

“I never said that to Paul. But the perfect woman is one who is an angel in public but a total slut in the bedroom.”

“He said you did.”

“I recorded our conversation. I’ll let you listen to it if you wish tonight when we return to my suite at the Hilton.”

“How do you propose I explain my absence to my husband if I spend the next six nights in your suite and in your bed?” I pulled her body even closer and pressed my erection against her belly. She moaned softly and rotated her body against it.

“Well?” she asked as she bit my earlobe.

“Just say nothing. He won’t ask. Why should he? I’ve already told him where you’re going to be.”

“In your bed.”

“Yes.”

“Being fucked.”

“Yes.”

“Many times. In all my holes.”

“Of course.”

“Ooohhhh god.”

“I love the feel of your breasts pressing against me... moving erotically over my chest.”

“I want you to see them. Right now! Take me out onto the balcony.”

Several gliding steps and a twirl took us to the glass doors leading onto the balcony. I turned the knob and we danced into the near darkness lighted only by the lights shining through the windows of the restaurant. As soon as we alone on the balcony, I pressed Carlotta against the wall of the building and kissed her.

"Take them out. Now!"

Carlotta almost ripped the buttons off her blouse in her haste to get her breasts out. When she finally had gotten it open and spread apart, she yanked her bra down with one hard jerk. Her big tits tumbled out, jiggling in the air. Hefting them, she looked directly into my eyes and moaned, "Do you like them? Do my tits turn you on, Steven?"

"More than you can imagine." After replacing her hands with one of mine, I slipped my other hand into her panties. Immediately, her legs spread as she arched her pelvis for me. When I pulled her panties aside exposing her pussy, she moaned, "Yesssss.... oohh yesss.... do it to me!"

Carlotta's legs flew even further apart when my fingers began rubbing her clit.

As my fingers rubbed and stroked her protruding clitoris, her hips hunched against me. "OOOhhh god... harder. please... harder!"

In between Carlotta's hissing moans, we heard the door to the balcony opening. Then, Carlotta’s husband said, “Mr. Fellini is ready to leave. Come on. Everyone is waiting for you."

While I helped Carlotta get back into her clothes, she hissed, “Jesus! My husband catches me with my tits out and my legs wide open while you’re finger fucking me, and he doesn’t say a damn word. He really is afraid of you, and that thought is making me so damn hot, I can’t wait to get into your bed.”

When we had her clothes in place, she was still panting. Quickly, she pulled my lips down to hers and kissed me hard... deep. "I'm so fucking hot, it feels like my pussy is on fire,” she groaned. “I guess this is the female equivalent of 'blue balls", right?"

"Yeah. It is. And you know the best cure for that don’t you?”

“Mmmmmmm..... A hard cock... your hard cock... in my cunt.”

On the drive back to the Hilton, Carlotta sat with her legs pressed together and all the buttons on her blouse closed. She smiled when someone said something, but said nothing herself. When the driver brought the limo to a stop at the front entry to the hotel, he quickly exited his driver’s seat and hurried to the side of the car to open the door for me.

“Dinner was superb, Enrico. Thank you. I’ll come by your office tomorrow when the design is done. Good night.” I stepped out onto the pavement and stood by the open door waiting. A moment later, Carlotta emerged taking my hand as she did so. When we were standing side-by-side just outside the limo with my arm around her waist, she leaned back into the car and gave Paul a brief kiss on the cheek.

“Good night, Honey. I may give you call, but don’t expect to see me for the next six days.”

“Even during the days?” he stammered.

“A woman has to get some sleep sometime, Paul. I doubt that I’ll be getting very much at night.”

As we walked away from the limo with my arm still around her waist, she whispered, “Pull up my dress in the back and put your hand inside my panties so Paul can see you doing it, Steven.”

“Sounds like you’re furious with him,” I replied as my hand raised her dress and moved inside her panties onto her naked ass.

“No. I’m not mad at him. I'm just sick of being married to a pimp.”

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Carlotta’s Proposal:

When we entered the lobby of the Hilton, I removed my hand from her panties, but before I could pull down the back of her skirt, she whispered hotly, “Please. Don’t take your hand out, Steven. Put it back. Please.”

“A lot of people are going to get an erotic show, Carlotta.”

“Do it,” she hissed.

I followed her orders, and at least a two dozen people were watching me caress her ass as we crossed the lobby. While we waited for the elevator, I pulled her panties away from her pussy with a couple standing behind us watching. When the elevator arrived, the four of us entered as my hand continued to moved over Carlotta's ass.

The elevators had just closed when the man asked, “Are your fingers in her pussy, Man?”

“No, not yet,” I responded.

“Bend her over and put them in,” the wife urged, her voice betraying how turned she was by our erotic display.

Without any action on my part, Carlotta bent over making it very easy for me move my fingers forward an inch and slip them into her.

Carlotta's pussy was slick and wet.

"OOoohhh... he's in me now," she moaned as her hips pushed back against my probing fingers.

"Fuck your pussy on his fingers, Honey," the woman urged.

"Oh yes. I'm doing it! I'm doing it!"

The woman was now rubbing herself while her husband unzipped his fly and extracted his hard cock. He pushed it against his wife, and she immediately began jacking him off. "You hot Slut," she hissed at Carlotta. "You've gotten my husband hard as a rock. Fuck her! Fuck the hot Bitch," she yelled at me.

"Don't have time," I responded.

The man quickly pushed the "stop" button on the elevator's controls. "Now you do. Bend her over and fuck her!"

His wife pulled her skirt up revealing her sexy fishnet, thigh-high stockings. Bending over, she jerked her panties aside and hissed, "Hurry! Fuck me while he fucks her."

"You heard her, Steven. Give it to me," Carlotta moaned.

A few moments later, my cock was plunging in and out of Carlotta's throbbing cunt while right beside us, the other woman grunted every time her husband's shaft filled her pussy.

"OOOHHHH GAWD DAMN! HE'S FUCKING MEEEEEEE!"

"AAAHHHHHHH... ME TOO! BEING FUCKED... AAHHHHHH!!"

My grunts and those of the other man filled the elevator and mixed with the high-pitched squeals of the two women. I could even hear the squishing sounds of his cock as it plunged into his wife's soaked cunt. I knew he could hear the same sounds my dick was making inside Carlotta's hole.

"OOOhhh... god... gonna cum," the wife moaned. "Can you cum now, Honey? Cum with me."

"Yes! Yes! YES! OOHHHHH GOD YES! Cumming with you! NOW!" Carlotta howled.

When I felt the tight vagina throbbing around my shaft, I rammed into her convulsing hole even harder. Both women shrieked as their pussies erupted.

"CUM IN US! IN OUR CUNTS! CUM IN OUR CUNTS!" they both shouted.

Ramming into the bottom of Carlotta's hole, I ejaculated shooting several thick streams. "Ugh! Ugh! UGH! Cumming! Shooting in you, Carlotta. NOW!"

"ME TOO! I'm filling my wife's cunt hole. Are you filling her hole?"

"Hell yes! It's running down her thighs!"

Gradually, our orgasms abated, but we still had our dicks buried inside the women's pulsing holes. Both women stayed bent over allowing us to enjoy feeling them slowly throbbing around our cocks.

"Are you guys going to fuck us again? There must a dozen people wondering what happened to the elevator," Carlotta said as she wiggled her ass against me.

Eventually, the women moved away. The wife pushed the start button and again, the elevator began to move. When we reached our floor, Carlotta led us out of the elevator with her hand wrapped around my cock. "Which way to your suite, Stud," she asked as she jacked off my newly hardened rod.

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I pointed the direction and followed Carlotta down the hallway... actually, I didn't have many options with her hand wrapped firmly around my shaft. When we were in front of the door and I fumbled getting the swipe key out of my wallet, she retained possession of my dick with one hand and began pulling off my clothes with the other.

As soon as the door closed behind us, she was all over me, crushing her lips against mine while she mashed and rotated her big tits over my chest. Her hips humped against my naked cock bringing moans and gasps.

"OOohhhh god... that was the hottest, sexiest thing I've ever done. Every guy in the lobby saw you playing with my naked ass. I loved it. And then on the elevator... OH MY GOD! Right in front of that other couple.... you finger fucked me and then put your iron-hard cock in me and fucked me. Could you feel how hard I was cumming?

"Couldn't you tell? You made me shoot off in two minutes like an inexperienced school boy."

"Oh yes... I know... I know! I loved it... just loved making you cum like that. I want more ... a lot more... all the time."

Opening the buttons of Carlotta's blouse with one hand, I unzipped her skirt with the other. Both garments hit the floor at nearly the same time leaving her in her bra, garter belt, thigh-high stockings, and heels. "Turn around," I ordered as my fingers stroked her cum-slickened clitoris.

"OOoohhh... .OOoohhh.... OOoohhh!"

"You don't need these panties anymore, do you?"

"Noooooo... oh god.... noooo... take them off. Strip Me! Get me naked. Use me, Steven. Use me hard!"

With my arms around her hips, my fingers continued to slide up and down the swollen shaft of her clit... and then up over the sensitive tip... making her pussy jack hammer frantically against my hand and bringing howls of pleasure.

"You're in charge of the sex with your husband, right? You decide when and if he gets to enjoy your body. And when you permit it, you control the position, the depth, and when he cums or if he's allowed to cum at all. Right? Answer me," I whispered in her ear as my fingers danced over her wildly throbbing clit.

"Yes... yes... all of that... oohhh god... please, don't stop.... Don't stop! Please! I'm so close. So Close!"

"When you're with me, we share control. Sometimes, you're in charge... like when you led me down the hallway by my cock. Other times, I'm in control... like right now when I decide when, or if, you get to cum. We share everything... not just the sex. Understand?"

"Oh YESSSSS!! ANYTHING! JUST KEEP DOING ME. ALL NIGHT... ALL DAY... ALL WEEK... AAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

"You need a fresh cum load in your pussy for me to suck out. Bend over. Head all the way down. Put one hand on the floor to balance yourself and give me your other hand so I can pull your cunt back onto my cock when I fuck the load into you. Do It!"

In an instant, Carlotta was bent over at the waist, feet spread, her gaping cunt, still oozing cum, ready and available. "Oh Hurry, Steven. Please, fuck me now!"

"UNGH! UNGH! HARDER, HONEY. HARDER! FUCK YOUR SLUT'S CUNT! FUCK IT! FUCK IT! OOHHH YESSSSS.... FUCK IT!"

For almost 15 minutes, I rammed her squishing hole as her juices and my previous load was churned into a thick white froth that coated her labia and my cock and then slid down her inner thighs. After five minutes, she screamed as her body shuddered and her vagina went into spastic contractions. I continued to fuck her right through her climax and very quickly made her erupt again. Her legs were shaking, and I had to hold her up.

"Fuck back on my cock. Do it! Fuck your cunt on me, Carlotta!"

Without hesitation, her ass began thrusting back against me. At first, I rammed into her as she pushed back, but then I stopped and just kept my cock in position for her to fuck herself. She came again in less than a few minutes."

"AAWwwwww.... fuck... fuck... fuck... I'm cumming... oohhhh shit... I'm cumming on your cock, Steven. Cum inside me. Shoot me full, Darling. NOW!"

"Oh Yeah! Take it, Carlotta! Take my load! UUNNGGHH! AAAHHHH FUCKKK... SHOOTING IT IIINNNNNNNNNNNNN!!"

As soon as my orgasm ebbed, I pulled out of her still throbbing pussy and carried her to the couch where I dropped her onto her back and then pulled her ass up onto the padded arm. Pushing her legs back, I stared at the gaping hole of her cunt with my two loads churned to a froth and seeping out.

Her juices and my two cum loads seeped out Carlotta's freshly fucked cunt.

"Your turn to be in control, Honey. What do you want?"

"Ohhhh god... I love this. Get your face in my cum-filled pussy, Steven, and eat me. Suck it out of me. Clean me and make me cum, Baby."

She hissed with pleasure when my tongue speared into her sex trench.

Thrusting my head between her thighs, I drove my tongue into her soaked hole and sucked hard. She howled and arched her ass higher. Moving up to her engorged clit, I cleaned it bringing gasps of passion from her lungs and making her pussy contract in hard spasms.

"I'm cumming... aaahhhh ooohhh suck meeeeeeeeee.. I can't believe you're doing this to meeeeeeeee.. Ooohh god.. .suck it... suck it hard... I CAN'T STOP CUMMING!"

After I made her climax three times, she suddenly sat up. "Stop. I'm in control. Remember. Let's take this to the bed. I'm going to ride your face, and you don't have anything to say about it. Understand?"

"Whatever you say, Honey," I grinned.

Carlotta stared at my cum-covered face and lips and shuddered. "That's the most erotic, sexy thing I've ever seen. I didn't think there was a man alive who would do this for me. Jesus! I'm already about to cum again. Get your hot ass on the bed, Baby. On your back with your mouth open and your tongue out. Do it!"

When she was satisfied with my position, she straddled my face facing my feet and slowly lowered her cunt. "Like what you see, Honey. You've gotten some of the cum out of me but not all. I'm gonna squeeze every drop into your mouth. Make sure you swallow and don't miss any of it."

"I hope you raise up occasionally and let me breathe, Honey."

"I'll think about it. Just be certain you suck it all out of me and make me cum or I might decide to suffocate you. Understand?"

When I nodded but didn't reply, she hissed, "What was that? Speak up. Understand?"

"Yes, Honey. I understand. I'll suck it all out of your hot cunt."

"Good. Now take a deep breath. You're gonna need it."

With Carlotta's cunt completely covering my face, there was no way I could possibly breathe.

She ground her pussy into my face. My nose pushed between the cheeks of her ass. Her hole and lips surrounding my mouth. Everytime she contracted her vaginal muscles, one or two wads of semen mixed with her juices were forced into my mouth. Frantically, I worked her clit sucking and cleaning it... making it throb and within two minutes, erupt in a hard climax. She stayed on me as her orgasm ripped through her pussy and clitoris causing her to shudder and shake like a leaf in the wind. When her climax ebbed, she realized I was struggling beneath her body.

In a flash, she was off of me, concern etched all over her face as I gasped for breath. "Oh jesus... I'm sorry, Steven. Are you all right? I was just teasing about suffocating you, but it was so hot... so wild... I loved it so much, I forgot to let you breathe."

I was still gasping so hard, I couldn't answer her. By the time, my breathing slowed, she was kissing me all over as she rubbed her body against mine.

"Are you all right?"

"Sure. Just a little out of breath for a few moments."

"Like hell. I almost suffocated you. I'll never treat you like that again, Darling. I promise."

"Yes you will. Right now in fact. I wasn't finished with you. You owe me at least two more hard orgasms. Now straddle my face again, you sexy witch. Face my feet and lean forward. I'm going finish cleaning that luscious hole of yours."

When she was again straddling my face and leaning forward, she looked back and whispered, "Can I suck your cock while you do me?"

"You don't have to ask, Carlotta. Not when you're in control."

"Oh fuck yes! Suck my cunt, you hot stud, while I enjoy this hard dick."

It only took me 10 minutes to make Carlotta erupt in two more intense orgasms. This time, with my head raised up off the bed, I was able to breathe when required. Finally, she rolled away and lay on her side gasping for breathe her pussy still quivering in the throes of her climax.

"I can't believe it, Steven. I've never... ever... had sex like this. You're awesome. Are you going to fuck me again now or is it too soon?"

"Let me tell you something, Carlotta. Having only a five-inch cock is both bad news and good news. The bad news is that women like big cocks and occasionally need one or more of them, which I can't provide. The good news is that a smaller cock gets iron-hard faster and much more easily that a large one. Which means, I can and will be fucking you five or six times in a very short interval of time. But you'll only get five inches each time I do it."

"Nonsense. You saw how fast you got me off in the elevator. I can deep throat you without gagging, and you are absolutely hard as iron. I love you and your dick, Baby. Just love them!"

"You really know how to boost a man's ego, Carlotta. Thank you. But seriously, before the week is over, I'll tell you how I take care of a woman's natural need for larger cocks. But right now, I need to fuck you again. In fact, to be honest, I need and intend to fuck you several more times before you get to rest."

"Promises... promises... Quit talking about it, Baby. Get on me... get in me. Fuck my hot holes, Lover."

"Ooohhh gawd damn! Ram me, Stud. UUNNGGHH!! FUCK IT... FUCK IT HARD! GGHHAAAAHHH!!"

Carlotta had two orgasms before I ruined all my previous cleaning efforts by shooting another gush of semen into her eager hole.

We cuddled, kissed, and caressed each other for 15 minutes or so before I whispered in her ear, "Suck it!"

"Mmmmmmmm... thought you'd never ask, Lover." It only took her five minutes to get he hard again. "Jesus! You weren't kidding about how fast you can get this thing hard again. Wow!"

"Get on your knees, Carlotta. Head down in the bed... knees spread."

"Ohhhhh yeah... I love getting fucked doggie. My favorite."

When she was on the bed, her pussy and ass arched high, I squirted some astroglide over her anus and worked it into the opening. Pushing the neck of the plastic bottle of lube into her rectum, I squeezed the bottle twice making her groan.

"I never let Paul have my ass... ever," she whispered as she wiggled her ass seductively.

"But it's my turn to be in control," I whispered back.

"I know," she moaned as she reached back and used both hands to spread her buttocks open and expose her asshole completely. "Ass fuck me, Stud. I want it there! Please! I know you're in control, but I would so love to be ass fucked. Please put it in me!"

"UUNNGHHH! YESSSS! IT'S IN MEEEEEE!! IN MY ASS! FUCKING MEEEE! FUCK ME HARD, HONEY."

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After we had had anal sex, we took a break and took a shower together. I soaped and washed her body. Then she did the same for me. Naturally, I got hard again before she finished.

"Amazing! Want me to bend over so you can use this gorgeous dick in one of my holes, Lover?"

"Later. Let's enjoy teasing each other. Then, we'll talk. After that, well... it's your turn to be in charge. It's ok if you decide it's time to go to sleep for the night. Your decision."

"You're the only man I've ever been with who enjoys being teased and who knows how to tease back. How come other men don't know that?"

"How come other women aren't as hot or as beautiful as you?"

After we had dried off, I put on a pair of jockey briefs, and Carlotta slipped into a pair of panties and her bra.

"I know you're in charge, but I would like it if you put on your heels too."

"Pervert," she charged as she put them on making certain to spread her legs wide as she did it.

"Cock teaser!"

"MMmmmm... you noticed," she grinned obviously very pleased.

"Are you married? Or am I allowed to ask?"

"You are most certainly allowed to ask. The answer is yes and no. Legally, I'm married. My wife's name is Melinda. She's a hot blonde... loves sex. But our marriage is, by mutual agreement, a business arrangement. No more."

"Would you care to explain that?"

It took me about a half hour to cover the entire arrangement I had with Melinda. When I finished, Carlotta shook her head obviously confused.

"How do you know Melinda is constantly fucking big cocked black studs when you're traveling? Did you hire a private detective to watch her?"

"Nope. No need. All my homes are protected by a Prime-5 Cranston security system. Would you like to see a live feed from my home on my laptop? It's not yet midnight where I live, so she should be busy entertaining some sizable dick or dicks in her cunt right now. Wanna check?"

"I'm so curious and so turned on right now, there's no way I could possibly turn down that offer. Let's have a look."

After logging on remotely to my computes in my home, I brought up the software that controlled all of the audio and video pickups. Since we were in the privacy of my suite rather than an airplane, I used the speakers rather than the earphones. This time, I went directly to the security devices in our master bedroom and, as expected, found Melinda and a black stud I didn't recognize.

When the video image filled the computer screen, Carlotta and I saw my wife wearing nothing but her thigh-high hose and heels riding in reverse cowgirl position a huge, black cock. She grunted and wailed every time the thick dick disappeared inside her body.

"Who's that fucking her?" Carlotta asked.

"I have no idea. I've never seen him before, but as you can see, he's really hung. Just the way my wife likes them."

Apparently her lover wasn't pleased with seeing just Melinda's back because we heard him ordering her to turn around. "Swivel that cunt around on my dick, Baby. Stick those big tits of yours into my mouth."

My wife immediately rotated her cunt socket on the big black piston until she was facing him. "Like this, Baby. You like sucking my big tits while you fuck my married cunt with big black dick?"

"No more than you like it stretching your hot hole. Does that white wimp you're married to really have only five puny inches of dick?"

"That's all, Lover. Just five little inches. That's why you get to fuck me anytime you feel like using my cunt, Marcus. Ram me. Hard, Baby. Make your white slut cum."

"Oh fuck YES! Dick me, Stud. Ram that big black spike up my cunt! AAAhhhhh OOohhhh fuck... I'm cumming again... GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEEEE!"

"How did you know that she would be having sex, Steven?" Carlotta asked as she rubbed her pussy.

"Melinda likes to fuck and she's a whole stable of black studs who love to fuck a married white cunt. It's turning you on, isn't it?"

"Of course it is. And your cock's hard too, Steven. It's really erotic to watch her take that monster dick. But turn it off. I want to talk to you and enjoy your cock again... not watch your slutty wife spreading for black cock."

"No problem," I said as I turned off my laptop.

"It's your business, of course, but wouldn't you rather have a real wife, a women who truly cares about you and who wants to be with you?"

` "Of course. But where do I find a woman who doesn't mind being left alone two or even three weeks every month? And what woman wants to be totally faithful to a man with a five-inch cock?"

"Can I respond to that, Steven. If you don't want to even discuss it, I'll let it go, but I would like to respond."

"No problem. Go ahead."

Carlotta took a deep breath before speaking. "As to the first problem of your wife being left alone two or three weeks out of every month, it doesn't have to be that way."

"My business requires it, Carlotta."

"Yes, but why does your wife have to stay home. Why can't she travel with you? The right woman could be a big help in some situations."

"Most women wouldn't want to travel that much."

"Maybe not, but you wouldn't be marrying most women... just one. All you have to do is find one who would love to travel with you."

"Easier said that done, I'm afraid."

"I would love to travel with you... see all the exotic places you visit. Learn your work... learn to help you. I'm very astute. I could do it with your help."

"And what about the second problem?"

"What problem? Even if it were a problem, you've already found the solution. Melinda is fucking black guys with huge dicks over half the time. If you had a real wife... if you had me or someone like me... there's no way in hell I would have any interest in fucking big-cocked morons anything close to that much. In case you don't know it, Paul has a very big, 8-inch cock and he's not even close to being in your class in bed or anywhere else for that matter."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Absolutely! And if once every two months or whatever, I did get an itch to have a big cock, we would figure out a way to make it something we could do together... Perhaps we could swing. Or have a threesome with a hung guy once every other month. Or maybe you would enjoy watching. Whatever we did, we would be doing it together. If you were my husband, there's no other way I would even consider doing it."

We were silent for a bit before Carlotta asked, "So? What do you think?"

"I have a second profession... a profession very different from designing and installing security systems. I agree that you could be a huge asset in Cranston Security Systems, Inc. But you couldn't fit into my second profession and that's the one that takes me away from home most of the time."

"Does this second profession have to do with your solving Fellini Industries' problem with Mr. Wayne Daniels, the defector who's threatening to reveal all the proprietary information vital to Fellini Industries?"

When I didn't respond, Carlotta said, "It's that profession that makes my husband and Fellini afraid of you, isn't it? They're not just afraid... they're terrified. I could smell their fear in the car tonight. You told my husband that you were going to be fucking me for the rest of the week...starting tonight... and he just sat there. He didn't even raise an objection. His face was ashen... his hands were trembling. He was totally terrified. So was Fellini. Are you going to deny that?"

Again, I remained silent. Carlotta waited. I said nothing. "You're going to kill Daniels, aren't you? You're a professional killer... right?"

Now I did speak. "Don't be ridiculous, Carlotta? I design and install security systems. I don't murder people."

"Ok. Then, tell me how you do it."

"I use a variety of methods. The one that works most often is bribery. I pay them a huge sum of money... in this case ... Fellini Industries money ... in return for their silence."

"Men like other things as much or more than money... for example... a hot, eager pussy. So, what makes you think that I couldn't help you with that job?"

"That's only one method, Carlotta."

"Whatever method you use, I know I can help you."

"Perhaps, but you're forgetting that we're both already married."

"Not at all. I intend to divorce Paul. It will probably take two months or so. Your marriage is just a business arrangement which would be even easier to end with a nice cash settlement for Melinda. You can easily afford it. Here's my proposal, Steven. I really want you. More than any other man I've ever known. You're fantastic in bed. I've never had such sex and cum so many times in my life. I want a lifetime of you. You're powerful and exciting. Just the thought of being with you...possibly helping you has my pussy throbbing. You're considerate and fair, and you're rich. I want you. Badly."

When I didn't reply, Carlotta made her proposal. "I'm going to divorce Paul and wait for you for six months during which time I won't see any other men. I really hope that before six months is over, you'll ask me to marry you. Now watching that blonde slut wife of yours has my pussy wet again. Is it my turn to be in control?"

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The Fellini Project:

The next day, I made an appointment to see Fellini at 1 PM. He was waiting for me in his outer office when I arrived and hurried over to greet me.

"Good morning, Steven. I trust your evening was pleasant," he said with a leering grin.

"It certainly was for me and for Carlotta, I dare say, but probably not so hot for Paul Williams. And I doubt that the rest of the week will be much better for him. Is he causing any problems for you?"

"No. Not at all. He's a realist. Knows what's good for the corporation and does it. He's a real team player."

"Team player? Well, I guess that is as favorable a description of him as anything. I came by to let you know that the design work for the Prime-5 system is completed. My team will arrive later this afternoon. I would appreciate your people picking them up at the airport. If things go well, we should have all the hardware, computers, and sensors in place within three days. You should use that time to arrange for whatever test runs you deem appropriate."

"Do you want a heads-up on that, Steven?"

"Absolutely not. That would compromise the efficiency of the tests. It should be a total surprise. I'm not even going to tell my crew when or even if there are scheduled tests."

"Ok. If that's the way you want it, that's the way we'll handle it. Anything else?"

"Of course. Wayne Daniels. I have all the information you've provided and have completed my own investigation. Is the money ready?"

"Yes. Although, I'm somewhat uncomfortable in handing over that much money in cash."

"Don't be. Cash is untraceable. Wire transfers and the like can be traced. And your money is in good hands. With what you're paying me, I don't need to steal."

"That's for damn sure!"

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Wayne Daniels had just sat down at his desk to begin working on his comprehensive report to Martin Manufacturing, Inc., his new employers concerning the initiatives and new developments that were either in progress or were on the two-year strategic plan of Fellini Industries, Inc when his cell phone rang.

Before answering, Daniels checked caller ID to see who might be calling him at his office. With his divorce final, he was virtually certain it wasn't his ex. When he saw the name, he was shocked as he really didn't expect to hear from Carlotta Williams again after he had defected from Fellini.

"Hello, Carlotta. This is an unexpected but a very pleasant surprise. How have you been?"

"I've been lousy thanks to you, you worthless son-of-a-bitch!"

"Whoa! What's wrong? What did I do?"

"You know very well what you did. First you seduced me into your bed and got me addicted to your huge cock. Second, you urged me to divorce my worthless, pimp husband and marry you. And then, third, you resign from Fellini and dump me like I was nothing more than a hot piece of ass you fucked a few times. I don't like to be treated like a $10 whore. Is all that clear or should I go over it again?"

"Oh my god, Carlotta. After I resigned from Fellini and left, I assumed you would never speak to me again. In fact, the thought of losing you almost made me reconsider my decision to resign. I'm sorry, Honey. I had no idea you felt that strongly about me."

"Bullshit! Why would you assume that just because you decide to change jobs, I wouldn't want you or your luscious cock in my pussy again? You're just using that as an excuse. I really want to kick you in the balls, you Bastard!"

"Please, Carlotta. It's the truth. It really is the truth. My divorce from my wife was final two weeks ago. I haven't had a woman since the last time we were together, and that was four weeks ago... a week before I resigned from Fellini Industries. I'm missed you and your gorgeous body more than you can imagine. I wanted to call you... every night, I wanted to call you, but I just knew that you would tell me to go to hell. Christ! I should have called at least once to see if I was right about your never wanting to see me again. I'm sorry. Really, really sorry. Can we just forget the last four weeks? Please. Just give me another chance. I promise you won't be sorry."

"You really want to start seeing me again, Wayne?"

"Damn straight! Now that I'm divorced, all you have to do is get rid of that pimp you're married and we can move in together."

"How badly do you want me back?"

"My cock is hard as iron just listening to your sexy voice... that bad. When can I see you?"

"See me?? I'd much rather you fuck me, Honey. I've really missed that massive cunt spike of yours."

"This afternoon?"

"No... not in the daylight. Someone might see me."

"Tonight?"

"MMMmmmmm... my pussy is already soaked just thinking about it."

"Where? What time?"

"Some place inconspicuous. How about the Motel 8 on Kingston Ave. West?"

"Great! When?"

"8 PM. Get us a room on the ground floor and text me the room number. I'll meet you at the room. Don't let anyone see you and leave the door unlocked and slightly open so I don't have to wait outside and risk being seen."

"Why all the secrecy?"

"If I'm going to divorce Paul, I don't want him to have any evidence that I've been fucking around behind his back. Understand?"

"Crystal, Carlotta. God! My cock's so hard I may shoot off in my pants before 8 PM."

"Don't you dare, Lover. Don't you dare. That big load's going up my cunt... not into your shorts. Understand?"

"Crystal!"

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It was a little after 8 PM when Carlotta pushed the open the door to room 167. Daniels was still fully dressed in his business suit, sitting on the side of the bed waiting for her. He was clearly surprised to see Carlotta wearing a knee-length coat.

"Why the bulky coat, Honey? I was hoping you'd be dressed hot."

"I'm married. You're not. I didn't want to attract attention, Baby. But the coat comes off easily." After opening the coat's belt and several buttons, she let it fall to the floor letting Daniels see the tight, form-fitting red sheathe that barely covered her ass.

"Is this better, Lover. Miss me?"

"You know I did."

"I think you missed my wet, tight pussy, Lover, more than me."

"I missed both of them. A lot."

"I brought a nice bottle of wine. Your favorite cabernet. Open it and pour us a glass... get a little alcohol into me to loosen up any inhibitions I might have after not getting that big cock of yours for four weeks."

As Wayne poured the wine, Carlotta leaned over the writing desk in the room with her ass thrust right at Daniels. "Does my ass still look as good as your remember, Honey?"

Her short red dress rode up over the cheeks of her ass giving Wayne an erotic view. "Well?"

"Your ass is just gorgeous, you hot witch, and you know it. You just want to hear me say it."

"Of course. That's a woman's privilege. How's the wine?"

"Excellent. Have a glass."

"In a moment. So my ass still passes muster... how about my legs?" She mounted the desk and crossed her legs so that the short dress hiked all the way up to her hips exposing the entire length of her bare thigh.

"Jesus... incredible legs. I can't wait until I see your hot pussy so I can find out if it's as sexy as I remember."

"I had planned on showing you my cunt, not my pussy, Lover. Would you rather see my pussy?"

"Hell no! Show me your cunt!"

"Be patient, Baby. Pour yourself another glass of wine while I have mine."

Daniels was smart enough not to question Carlotta. Right now she was in control, but he knew that once he got between her thighs, his big 8-inch shaft would be in control. She sipped her wine as Wayne hurriedly drank his so he could get back to drinking in her awesome sensuality.

"Bring that big cock over here, Lover. I want to feel it ... then I want to see it... then I want to suck it."

A moment later, Wayne was standing in front of Carlotta as she sat on the couch. Standing over her, allowed him a great view into her cleavage. He could almost see the hard nipples of her big tits. His cock throbbed in Carlotta's hand.

Wayne's cock throbbed inside his pants like a live snake.

"Oh fuck! I remembered you were big... really big, but I had forgotten just how big your cock is. Jesus. That thing's gonna split me wide open."

"Not until you deep throat it, Carlotta. You're the only woman who has ever been to take my entire dick down her throat."

"I wanna see it. Now!"

"Show me your tits first."

"Bastard," she said with a seductive grin, as she lowered the top of her dress to her waist exposing her big 38DD globes.

"Oh shit! What a rack! Like you, I knew they were big... but jezzz.... they're huge and out-of-this-world gorgeous."

"Ok. Your turn. Take that monster cock out."

"Spread your legs so I can see your cunt first."

"I'm wearing panties. You won't be able to see it, Baby."

"Shit! Ok. Show me your panty-covered cunt, Carlotta. Show it to me!"

Slowly...teasingly, she opened her thighs allowing Daniels to see the wet, nearly transparent, black panties covering her pussy. Wayne's cock throbbed and danced inside his pants. "Fuck! So fucking hot! Take my cock out, Carlotta. Suck my dick, Baby."

Undoing Daniels' pants, she pulled them down his legs along with his shorts. His big, 8-inch pussy probe surged out. Immediately, Carlotta captured the shaft and sucked it into her mouth.

"Oh yeah! Suck it, you hot Slut. Suck my big dick!"

"Mmmmmmm... oh yes!" she hissed as she let 5 inches sink into her mouth.

"Take it all, Bitch. Suck it!"

"I can't take all of it in this position, Honey. You know that. I have to be lying down with my head tilted back so your big cock will go straight down my throat."

"Then what in the hell are you waiting for, Baby. Get on the desk...On your back. Head back. Big dick is going down your throat."

"Will you suck my clit and get me off after I do you, Lover?"

"You have forgotten a lot, Carlotta. We've had this discussion before. I don't suck cunt. Real men don't suck cunt. Only cuckold wimps and pimps like your husband do that. Get on the desk and open your mouth hole, Baby."

"Give me another glass of wine to lubricate my throat, Lover. Pour one for yourself."

Carlotta took two swallows and mounted the desk. "Finish the wine, Baby, so you can concentrate on sticking that monster down my throat."

"I want you to suck my balls too."

"Of course. You put them in, and I'll suck them. Whatever you stick into my mouth hole, I'll suck, Stud."

"Hot fuck bitch."

"Very hot... and a bitch too... just ask my hubby. Now shove that dick into my throat."

Wayne swallowed the rest of his wine, moved to Carlotta's head which was tilted back with her mouth wide open to take his meat. Taking his big balls in his hand, he forced them into her mouth...stretching her jaw to the point that she felt like her jaw might dislocate.

"AAAAHHHHH GAWD DAMN! Your cock! Stick your cock into my mouth! Shove it down my throat, Stud. Mouth fuck your hot slut."

"UUNNGGHHH! UMMMPPFFFFF! OOOMMMPPPFFFF!"

Wayne pulled his balls out of her mouth and drove his thick 8-inch dick balls deep in her mouth. When he had it buried down her throat, he held it there, making her grunt as gasp around the huge phallus she was deep throating.

"Fuck! You can still take all of it. What a suck slut you are, Honey. Can't wait until you ditch the pimp and move your hot cunt and suck hole into my place with me."

"OOmmmmppfffff ... ooommfffppppffff!"

Wayne laughed and rammed his full length into her throat. "What did you say, Carlotta? Couldn't understand a word. Didn't your parents ever teach you that it's impolite to talk with you mouth full?"

Frantically, Carlotta's fingers sought out her engorged and pulsing clitoris and began stroking it as Wayne mouth fucked her.

"Oh fuck yes! Frig that hot cunt... rub your clit, Slut. Cum with me. Make your cunt hole throb and cum when I shoot it into your belly."

Daniels mouth fucked the moaning, writhing woman as she rammed her fingers in and out of her pussy. "Nod your head when you're ready to cum, Bitch. When you cum, I shoot the load into your belly."

A few minutes later, Carlotta nodded wildly. Daniels slammed in and out of her mouth hole... his balls banging against her forehead everytime he entered her throat. They both had intense, explosive, simultaneous orgasms.

When Carlotta got off the desk, she poured them both more wine. "Drink up, Lover. I'll suck you hard as soon as I use the facilities. Then I want that big spike up my cunt."

"That's where's it going, Honey. Big time. Gonna stretch you so wide, you won't even be able to feel hubby puny little penis."

It took Carlotta about 10 minutes of sucking Daniels' flaccid organ to get him hard enough to penetrate her pussy. "Oh yeah, Stud. I need this in me now. Mount me and fuck me, Lover."

Getting on the bed on her back, Carlotta spread her legs wide and arched her ass to present her cunt to Daniels. "Does it look good, Honey? Wanna fuck me?"

Wayne growled and threw himself between her thighs. She grasped his organ and guided it to her waiting hole, groaning deeply as it sank into her... stretching her hole... and putting erotic friction on her swollen clit.

"AAAHHHH! YESSSS! FUCK IT! FUCK ME, WAYNE! FUCK MY ASS OFF, LOVER!!"

Wayne screwed her vigorously for 15 minutes bringing Carlotta to two intense climaxes.

"OH Yeah! Shoot it into meeeeeee! Cum in my cunt, Stud. Fuck me and fill me, Baby."

Daniels screwed her even harder bringing her to two more orgasms but didn't shoot off inside her pussy. "What's wrong, Baby? I need you to cum in me. I get off so hard when I feel you shooting off inside my cunt. Do it. Hurry. Flood me, Stud!"

"I'm trying... don't know what's wrong... can't... can't cum."

"Let me ride you, Honey. I'll make that big dick shoot like a cannon."

Carlotta pushed Daniels onto her back. He fell backward onto the bed, groaning. Mounting him, she had to stuff his semi-hard cock into her hole. Grinding her ass on his dick, she howled with delight and screamed at him to cum inside her.

"IN MY CUNT, WAYNE! NOW! SHOOT IN MEEEEEEEEEE!"

Wayne moaned and went limp. His now flaccid penis slid out of Carlotta's pussy and lay inert on his belly.

Getting off the bed, Carlotta shook Wayne a few times but got no response. Grinning, she pulled her panties up tightly against her pussy and then slipped back into her dress. After pulling on a pair of latex, surgical gloves, she took a plastic bag out of her handbag and carefully placed the now empty wine bottle inside. Inside the bathroom, she wiped down every surface she had touched and then did the same to the desk top. She washed and dried her wine glass wiping it carefully and then replaced it on the table where it had been when she arrived. Extracting Daniels' cell phone from his pants, she deleted all the history and text messages.

Once the general housekeeping jobs were completed, she removed the material she required to complete the job from her handbag. It took Carlotta only 10 minutes to finish. However, she stayed another 30 minutes to make certain that there had been no mistakes. She used the time to once again double check everything. Finally, she put on a pair of tennis shoes along with the knee-length coat she had worn.

It was 10:10 PM when Carlotta shut the motel room door behind her and walked into the darkened parking lot carrying her CFM heels in her hand. Briskly, but not hurriedly, she walked the six blocks to the supermarket parking lot where she had parked her Lexus. A few minutes later, she was on her way to the Hilton. Eschewing the valet parking service, she parked at the back of the hotel and entered by the rear entrance. No one gave the frumpy-looking woman in the long bulky coat and tennis shoes a second glance before she stepped into the elevator to Steven's suite. It was 10:36 PM when she entered the suite.

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In order to finish the security and surveillance design, I had to work until 10:30 PM. Actually, I was pleased since I had told Carlotta that I didn't think I would be able to finish before midnight. I could hardly wait to see her again. Not only was she awesome in bed, it just made me feel good to be around her. By the time I had prepared copies of the finished design for transmission to my staff and for Fellini and driven back to the Hilton, it was a little after 11 PM... still almost an hour earlier than I had anticipated. Entering my suite produced an instant, powerful erection. Carlotta was seated on the corner of the bed, naked except for her heels and thigh-high stockings.

Carlotta looked like she was in heat.

"Oh Fuck Yes! Hurry up. Get naked, Darling. I'm so hot...so turned on, I can't believe it. I've already had three orgasms. Everytime I touch my clit, I just explode. I need cock... your cock. HURRY. FUCK ME!"

The last thing I was going to do was ask why she was so hot. I think I set records for getting out of my clothes. Naked and rigidly erect, I turned my attention back to the bed. Carlotta was now in doggy position, her ass high in the air and her head on the bed.

"Damn you! Hurry! I've never been this hot in my whole life. Stick your cock into me. Any hole! JUST FUCK MEEEEEEE!!"

Moving behind her, I pulled her ass against my dick. As soon as she felt my rock-hard shaft, she went wild.

"AH GOD! AH GOD! HARD COCK...YESSSS! IN ME! DAMN YOU! STICK IT IN MEEEEEEEE! IN MY CUNT!"

"AAAHHHH GOD...OOOHHHH ... OOHHH... DO IT TO MEEEEEEEE!!"

Carlotta's cunt exploded in intense, spastic contractions within a few strokes. She howled and cursed as her vagina exploded and squirted drenching me and the bed covers. When I began spanking her ass as I fucked her, she shrieked and wailed cumming even harder. Her body shuddered and shook every time I drove into her hole.

Flipping her over onto her back, I shoved her legs apart. Instantly, they shot straight out... rigid.... quivering... her cunt hole a perfect target. I drilled it into her. My dick was still sinking into her hot hole when a string of four letter words and howls spewed from her mouth. Her entire body shuddered with each stroke.

"COCK ME! COCK ME! OOHHHH GAWD DAMN! RAM IT INTO MEEEEEEE!"

She came again. Her wildness got to me and I lost it. Without warning, I fired into her throbbing hole... shooting in one huge gush of semen after another. The entire time I was ejaculating inside her, she never stopped screaming as successive orgasms convulsed her body.

She had me so wired...so turned on... my cock didn't flag in the slightest. I continued to ram into her and into the thick pool of semen that now filled her hole. The mix of her juices and my cum was quickly churned into a white froth that spewed out between her labia and my shaft.

We fucked like animals for a half hour until exhaustion overcame us both and we collapsed to the bed. Thirty minutes later, Carlotta was sucking my cock until she had it hard. Once I was hard, she mounted me and fucked herself in a orgasmic frenzy, screaming and hissing each time she climaxed.

Carlotta was insatiable.

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I was late getting to work at the Fellini complex the next morning. Carlotta had been insatiable. Twice before daybreak, she had sucked me until I was hard and then rode my cock to multiple orgasms. At 8 AM, she had her legs locked around my hips in a near death grip as I rammed it into her bring wild shrieks from her lungs and driving her to several shuddering climaxes. Finally, I extracted myself from her arms saying, "You win. I surrender. Have mercy on the vanquished."

"All right. If you insist. But don't exhaust yourself with work today, Lover. I'm going to use you hard tonight."

When I entered Fellini's office at 11:00 AM carrying with me the final design plans for the Fellini complex, Enrico was all smiles.

"Fantastic job. Unbelievable! Just amazing. You're even better than my sources suggested."

"I'm glad you're pleased. I hope you will be even more pleased when we have the results of the tests and trial runs."

"I don't have the slightest doubt that I will be... not the slightest doubt. I know that I could just keep the money we were going to pay Daniels, but In fairness, I'm going to add half of that sum to your fee for services. Is that satisfactory?"

It is very rare than anything takes me by surprise. That's one of the benefits that comes from having acute insight into what other people are thinking and planning to do. Fellini's announcement, however, was one of the rare exceptions. I had no clue as to what he was talking about, but I knew from experience that when surprised, it is always a mistake to allow others to see that. Consequently, my response was automatic.

"More than satisfactory, Enrico. It's very generous in fact and deeply appreciated."

"And you're more than welcome. I know you're not going to tell me any details and in fact, I don't want to know any details, but I can't help but be impressed. As hard as you work, you probably haven't even heard the morning news reports, have you?"

"No. As a matter of fact, I haven't. It's not really important."

"No. Of course not. I can see that. Well, let me know if you need anything else. The entire resources of Fellini Industries are at your disposal, Steven."

As soon as I returned to my office, I turned on the TV and switched to a local news channel. After a few announcements of no interest, the female news anchor repeated the number one news item of the day.

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The nude body of Mr. Wayne Daniels was discovered at 8:15 AM this morning by the maid at the Kingston West Motel 8. The police and medical examiner were summoned to the scene. Although no official report has been issued as yet, News Channel 7 sources have informed us that Mr. Daniels probably died of an IV drug overdose. His body was surrounded by hardcore pornographic magazines and a similar hardcore DVD was on the room's TV. All indications suggest a drug and sex party that apparently got out of hand resulting in Mr. Daniels' death.

Martin Manufacturing, Inc., Mr. Daniels employer, has denied any connection with Mr. Daniels' death. A Martin spokesman has said that the corporation had no knowledge of Mr. Daniels' use of drugs and pornography and had they known, he would not have been hired. Stay tuned to Channel 7 News for further updates on this story.

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After FAXing all the design material to my staff and setting up the installation and testing schedule, I took the rest of the day off. Before leaving, I called Carlotta and let her know that I would be back at the Hilton in about 15 minutes.

"MMMmmm... I love it! I'll be waiting, Stud!"

As I drove toward the hotel, I reflected on all the things I had learned about Daniels in my preparatory work. The principal item, of course, was the fact that he was not a drug user. Of course, he could have decided to try it because of his divorce or to celebrate his upcoming huge payoff from Martin Manufacturing, and not being experienced, he could have accidentally overdosed. It had happened many times to many people.

I also knew that Daniels liked the high life... the expensive things of life. A cheap room at a Motel 8 did not fit the profile I had of the man. But he was there... and according to news reports, there was no sign of a struggle, and the manager of the Motel 8 had confirmed that Daniels had come to the office alone and rented the room late that afternoon. Apparently, he had gone there of his own free will. But why? What would induce a high-roller like Daniels to rent a cheap room like that in the afternoon?

Daniels was divorced! I had just reflected on that fact but had allowed its significance to escape me. Why rent a motel room at all? He had a luxury apartment as a newly-minted bachelor. Why not use the privacy of his own apartment? Something had obviously lured him to the hotel room.

What lures a high-roller to a cheap motel room? Pussy! Hot, wet pussy! Was he afraid that someone would see a woman coming to his apartment? Why worry about that? He's now single. No. He had nothing to worry about. It had to be the woman who was worried.

All right. What do we have now? Daniels has a hot date, but the woman is afraid to come to his apartment for fear of being seen.... she's probably married. That makes sense. She meets him at the Motel 8 in the evening. He fucks her... several times probably. The evidence suggests a sex party. Either Daniels or the woman want to celebrate his newly acquired wealth and single status and decide to do so by shooting up and getting high. So they do... and Daniels accidentally overdoes and dies. The woman panics... runs away. The maid finds the body and all the pornography the next morning. Does that make sense?

No. Not really. Why all the pornography when he's got a hot cunt to fuck? Women aren't that much into male porn. Clearly, judging from the news reports, the police believe that the pornography indicates that Daniels was alone. But that doesn't fit the profile nor explain why he would choose to rent a cheap motel room in the middle of the afternoon rather than use his own apartment. I'm missing something. What the hell is it?

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As soon as I entered my suite, I lost all interest in Daniels' suicide. Carlotta was again sitting on the corner of the bed waiting for me, naked except for her usual fucking uniform of thigh-high stockings and heels. If that wasn't erotic enough to stiffen any guy's cock, she had her left knee pressed against her tits while her fingers spread the lips of her pussy.

Carlotta's cunt was irresistible.

"Mmmmmm... you're hard, aren't you, Baby? You don't have to answer that, Stud. I can see it tenting your pants. Take it out, Honey. You know where I want it."

The first time, I fucked her missionary with her legs hoisted straight up in the air, rigidly locked at the knees, and spread wide open. She grunted and hissed at me each time I plunged into her depths.

"Oh fuck yes! God, I love your hard dick. You feel like an iron bar inside me when you fuck me, Darling. Aaahh yesss... fuck it hard, Baby. Fuck Carlotta's cunt hard. Fuck your slut, Lover."

The second time, Carlotta ordered me fuck her doggy and to hammer it into her like I would a hot whore. She shrieked continuously, cumming repeatedly, before I emptied myself into her pit a second time.

Two hours later, she was riding me cowgirl, her big tits bouncing wildly as she slammed herself down on my shaft again and again... hissing and groaning everytime it disappeared inside her throbbing cunt. Having already cum three times, I was in no danger of getting off a fourth time. Carlotta knew that and was taking full advantage.

Carlotta's tight vagina milked my dick everytime she took it balls deep into her cunt.

When I still hadn't managed to reach an orgasm after nearly three hours, she screamed at me to fuck her ass and fill it with my load, I again followed her orders to the letter.

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As I expected, all the tests and trial runs went perfectly. The trial runs were actually sort of amusing. The team that Fellini had selected to attempt to penetrate the complex without detection, decided that it was to be an inside job so that they could use their access codes and swipe keys to gain access without actually having to force entry. That, of course, was a much more severe test of the system.

What they did not know, as I had told only Enrico, was that the surveillance equipment was connected to state-of-the-art analysis equipment that took note of the attitude and demeanor of individuals using access codes and swipe keys. These codes were based on the fact that individuals engaged in industrial espionage would exhibit a far different body language and demeanor than individuals using such codes to gain legitimate access to the facilities. When the analysis programs detect a possible breach using access codes and swipe keys, the codes and keys involved are immediately disabled thereby trapping the suspicious intruders between modules in the facility. The Fellini security forces can then deal with them at their leisure.

Fellini's specially chosen penetration team didn't make it past the second access door before being detected and isolated. I was laughing when I told Enrico his team was trapped and needed to be rescued.

"I think I'll let them stew for awhile. So what happens during a real threat instead of a trial run?" he asked.

"Same thing. The security/surveillance system detects and isolates the threat by locking down all doors. Unless they come in equipped with a bazooka to blast through the security doors, they're trapped. Your security forces can collect them whenever they wish."

"Then what?"

"Then the decision as to what to do with the intruders is your hands. The Prime-5 system doesn't make command decisions. It just isolates and contains threats and then relinquishes control to you or to whomever you appoint."

"Well, Steven. I have to say you and your people have earned every dime we're paying you. Anytime you need a recommendation, let me know. By the way, when the Prime-6 system is released, do we get a discount?"

"Absolutely not! You get a free upgrade to the new system if you want it. No time limit. You pay us once and once only. Your yearly maintenance contract covers all upkeep on the system."

"That's one hell of a deal, Steven."

"We aim to please."

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Home Again:

Carlotta insisted on driving me to the airport. During the drive, I commented, "Your husband is going to glad to see you again after almost a week without you."

"His joy isn't going to last long, Steven. As soon as I drop you off at the airport, I've got an appointment with my attorney who will initiate divorce proceedings. So, since we're on the topic of divorce, are you going to terminate your business relationship with Melinda in favor of a real wife... one who can not only thrill you in bed but also help you in many other ways?"

"I'm seriously considering it. I really don't want to give you up."

"Smart man. Your won't find another woman like me. Just remember, you've got a six-month window of opportunity. I'll wait that long... no longer. I really hope you call me. Frankly, I don't see why you're hesitating."

"With your incredible beauty and sensuality, there's no doubt that you could be a big help attracting business to Cranston Security Systems, Inc. And, after six months of tutorial training from me, you would be an expert in field work. That's not a problem. And I think you would really like being part of the high-tech, exciting business that would take us to all parts of the world."

"I'm ready, Steven. Just say the word."

"The only real problem is the second part of my profession. I don't think you could help or would even want to help. I think it would probably tear us apart."

"You know, Steven. For such a brilliant man with such remarkable intuitive insight, you can sometimes be really dense."

"Perhaps. But I don't think so."

"Ok. Let's change the subject. Did you ever figure out what was bothering you about Daniels' death?"

"To tell the truth... no. I've explained all the logic to you over the past few days, and I know I'm overlooking something, and worse of all, I have the feeling that its right in front of me, but for some weird reason, I can't see it. You know all the details and all my analysis. I haven't asked you if you have ideas. Do you?"

"As I understand it, your problem is that you don't understand why the room was filled with hardcore pornography and a hardcore DVD was being viewed on the room's TV. Right?"

"That's the main problem. Yes."

"Didn't you say that the presence of the pornography convinced the police that Daniels was alone in the room? Therefore, making Daniels' death a case of an accidental overdose by a person inexperienced in the use of drugs."

"Precisely. But this is old ground. So what?"

"So... you can discount the conclusion that Daniels was alone in the room because you know more about Daniels' profile than the police will ever know. But that doesn't really matter does it? It isn't necessary to deceive you. You're not investigating the death. The police are."

"My god! That's what I've overlooked when it was right in front of me. You've found it! Let's see now... where does that lead us? Daniels' female companion of the evening knew that the presence of all that hardcore pornography would convince the police that Daniels was alone in the room. So she's home free."

"That's the way I would look at it, Steven."

"Damn! But that in turn means that the woman arrived at the room with the pornography in her possession. Which means she planned it! Carefully! It wasn't an accidental overdose. She killed him!"

"I would say so."

"So who has a motive to kill Daniels? Certainly not his ex. If she was going to off him, she would have done it prior to the divorce so she would get everything. I also know that Daniels had not been keeping regular company with any woman. In fact, the only one with a motive is Fellini Industries, but they hired me to handle Daniels."

At that point, Carlotta pulled up in front of the airport terminal and said, "Well, here we are. Have a safe trip and keep at it, Honey. I'm sure you'll figure it out. Just remember... I want you and you've got a no-cost six-month option of me that I hope you exercise. Believe me, Baby. You're second profession won't be a problem. Bye, Lover." She gave me a deep, passionate kiss and squeezed my cock for good measure.

I was at 32,000 ft. and heading home when I solved the Daniels puzzle. Taking out my cell phone, I sent a brief text message to Carlotta.

"Hi, Sexy. I think I have $250,000 that really belongs to you. Love, Steven."

The return message came in less than 15 minutes.

"Hi, Stud. Congratulations on solving the mystery. Let's use the $250,000 for a fantastic honeymoon. Love, Carlotta.

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The BCC Club:

Melinda was waiting for me in our den when the limo brought me home from the airport. As soon as I entered the room, she grinned and crossed her legs so that I could see all the way up to her tight, red panties.

Melinda's seductive posture allowed me to see all the way up to her panties.

"Hi, Hubby. Did you miss my wet pussy the last two weeks or did you find a replacement?"

"There were a couple of women who were interested in a small dick, as amazing at that may seem. How about yourself?" I asked even though I already knew the answer from watching the surveillance system.

"Oh you'd better believe it, Baby! His name's Marcus, and he's got the biggest, fattest cock I've ever seen!"

"Really? That big, huh?"

"Oh fuck yes! It's at least eleven inches ... maybe more... and I can't get my hand around it it's so fucking thick! Just thinking about that big cock sinking into me has my pussy gushing. Take a look, Honey."

Melinda's wet panties were plastered against her soaked pussy.

I could almost see through the thin material of Melinda's panties she was so wet. "I see what you mean. Did Marcus fuck earlier today... before I got home?"

"No... not that I didn't want him to. But he has a really wild evening planned for both of us tonight, Steven, and he said I would have to wait."

"That's not possible, Melinda. You know our agreement. When I'm away, you can play, but when I'm home, you're mine... no one else's... no matter how big his cock is."

"I told Marcus that, but he said you would love the evening he has planned even more than either of us and that he was certain you wouldn't want to miss it. He told me to tell you that it would turn a large number of your fantasies into realities."

"Really?"

"That's what Marcus said. So can I call him and tell you you're interested and he can pick us up at 8 PM?"

"Do you know what he has planned?"

"No. I've asked him several times, but he just tells me to shut up and spread my legs."

"And what's been your response to his refusal to provide any information?"

"Just what you'd expect of me, Darling. I've shut up and spread my legs for his monster dick. So can I call him and tell him it's on? Please, Honey. It's just one night. Please."

"Ok. Call him. Tell him we'll be ready at 8 PM."

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At 7:30 PM, I was sitting in the den taking care of the household bills that had arrived during my absence when Melinda entered wearing nothing but a black, patterned teddy that shoved her tits up and out but failed to cover any of them, a pair of CFM shoes with four-inch heels, and a tiny thong that matched her teddy.

The teddy and G-string left Melinda almost naked.

"What do you think, Steven? Think Marcus will like this outfit?"

"Any man would. What else are you going to be wearing?"

"Nothing. This is it."

"You're kidding? Your tits are hanging out. That tiny G-string just barely covers your pussy but none of your ass. You're telling me that you're not going to wear a dress or a skirt and blouse over it?"

"What would be the point? Marcus will have me out of it in the first ten minutes or less. In fact, I doubt that he will allow me to keep this much on for very long."

"You'll be arrested."

"Nope. We're not going out in public. We're going to a very private club where Marcus is one of the owners."

"Well... should I wear something just as revealing?" I asked with a laugh.

"No. But you can if you like. Whatever you wear, I doubt that you'll be wearing it for much longer than Marcus will allow me to keep this teddy and G-string on."

"That's unlikely, Melinda. Marcus has a lot more interest in getting you naked than me."

"We'll see," she said cryptically.

Marcus arrived promptly at 8 PM. He was every bit as big as Melinda had led me to believe. Around 6'3" tall, he was very muscular and looked to weigh around 220 lbs or so. Every time he moved, I could see his muscles rippling between his clothes. The huge bulge of his cock was prominently displayed by his skin-tight pants. As soon as he saw my wife, he licked his lips. "Man! Does your wife have a rack or does she have a rack!"

"I think what she's got qualifies as a rack," I replied.

"Fuck Yeah! And that skimpy G-string. Just one tug and her pussy is naked. Come on. Let's head out."

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"My private club... the BCC Club. You'll love it, Steven. Everyone of your secret fantasies will come true at the BCC Club. Come on."

When we reached Marcus' car, he tossed me the keys. "You drive. I'm gonna enjoy your wife in the back seat. You can watch in the rear-view mirror and jack off. Just be certain to watch the road."

"I have no idea where the BCC Club is."

"Drive south on the interstate. About 7 miles... you'll see a large sign that says, "BCC Club. Next right." Go right... stay on the road for about 3 miles and you're there."

Melinda began moaning as soon as I drove Marcus' car out of our driveway. All the way to the freeway, her moans continued... gradually increasing in volume and pitch until she was squealing in heat.

Although it was dark in the back seat, there was enough light from the street lamps to allow me to see Marcus' head between Melinda's thighs. He had her tits out and her G-string off. One of her legs was up in the back window, the other hanging off the edge of the seat.

"AAHH SUCK IT! SUCK MY CLIT! AAAHHHH... GAWD DAMN, STEVEN! HE'S ALREADY MAKING ME CUMMMMMMMMM! GGGHHHAAAA!!! UUNNGHHH! I'M CUMMING... AAAHHHHHH!!"

Melinda's ass was hunching in wild, hot fuck motions as her orgasms charged through her cunt and clit.

I was a few miles down the freeway when I heard Marcus growl. "Your turn, Slut. Open that mouth hole wide and suck in a real man's dick! Take it, Bitch. Down your throat! UUNNGGHH! OH YEAH! YOU'RE WIFE'S SUCKING MY DICK, STEVEN. CAN YOU SEE HER SUCKING IT?"

There was no possible way my wife could get that monster dick into her mouth, but she was trying. As it sank in, it looked like Melinda's jaw might be dislocated. But, somehow, she managed to stretch wide enough to take in about five inches of his 11-inch dick.

"I can see it, Marcus. Doesn't look to me like she can take more than half of it."

"Yeah. She hasn't had much practice on your tiny five-incher. But after a month or so sucking black dick two hours a day, she'll be able to take a lot more of it. Has watching your woman suck made your penis hard, Steven?"

"Of course."

"Are you jacking yourself with a couple of fingers?"

"No. Trying to watch the road."

"Good boy. But you can pull on it if you need to."

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As soon as I parked the car outside the BCC club, two black men, each as large as Marcus or even larger, walked quickly to the car and opened the doors. Marcus helped my wife out of the back seat wearing just her G-string and heels.

"Melinda and I are going into the club now, Steven. These gentlemen will escort you to your entrance. We'll see you inside later," Marcus said with a leer at my wife's nearly naked body.

"I'll just go with you," I replied. However, when I started to do that, one of the two black men stopped me.

"You can't go with Marcus and his Cunt, cuck. All cucks have to enter through the side entrance and be processed before they can enter the main areas of the club."

With both black men being 70 to 80 pounds heavier than me and 7 to 8 inches taller, I knew better than to argue. Always argue from strength... never from weakness. Without protest, I let them lead me to the side entrance.

"What is this club anyway?" I asked.

"It's the BCC Club," one of the giants responded.

"What's BCC stand for?"

"You don't know much, do you, Man. But what the hell, you're a cuck. You don't need to know much. BCC stands for Black Cuckold Club." It's a club for black men, the married white Cunts they're fucking, and the woman's cuck. That's you, buddy. Here we are. Now since this is your first time at the BCC Club, I'm gonna give you some advice. Ok?"

"Go ahead."

"Not that you have any choice in the matter, Cuck. Whatever one of the Bulls tells you to do... do it. Don't think about. Don't consider whether you want to do it or not. Just do it. The same thing holds for their Cunts. If a Cunt tells you do something, do it... fast. If you do that, you'll get to the point you really enjoy the BCC Club. If you don't, it's probably not going to be much fun for you. Understand?"

"Yes. Perfectly."

"Yes. Perfectly, Sir. I'm gonna cut you a break and let that slip go. Don't make it again."

"Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir."

"Excellent. You learn fast."

They led me through the side door, and I found myself in a large dressing room with two dozen small closets lining the walls. There were also numerous restraint devices attached to the ceiling and the walls. I was still checking them out when a loud, gruff voice came from behind me.

"Stop dawdling, Cuck. Get out of your clothes. Now!"

When I turned toward the voice, I was surprised to find that it came from one of the two blonde women facing me. One wore a full, black, latex body suit except for its neckline that plunged all the way to her navel almost letting her tits spill out. Her legs and feet were encased in latex boots with 5-inch, stiletto heels. She even carried a riding crop that she was swinging threateningly against her thigh.

The other blonde was similarly dressed except her latex top ended at her waist below which she wore thigh-high, dark stockings and 4-inch heels. A thick, very long, black strap-on protruded from each woman's crotch.

The blonde looked hot and sexy in the form-fitting latex body suit. But the wicked-looking big strap-on protruding from her crotch looked anything but feminine.

"I said get naked, Cuck, unless you want to feel this crop on your bare ass!" the woman in the full body suit snarled. "Hang your clothes in one of the empty closets."

I thought I might be able to handle one of the two women, but probably not both, and the question was moot anyway. At the first hint of trouble, I knew the two monster black guys would appear to beat me to a pulp. With no further hesitation, I stripped off all my clothes, hung them in an empty closet, and then stood naked in front of the women.

"Can your wife even feel that tiny penis?" the blonde wearing the stockings questioned as she laughed mockingly. "How big is it when you get hard?"

"Five inches."

The crop whistled through the air striking me across my thighs. A bright red stripe appeared immediately. I had to grit my teeth to suppress my scream.

"Five inches, Mistress," she hissed. Don't forget again."

"No, Mistress. I won't."

"Five inches, huh? Well, that's bigger than most of the cucks here. Get up on the milking table. On your back. Hurry up!"

"Whatever you say mistress." When I mounted the table, I found that my ass was right at the edge and there were stirrups for my feet... like a gynecologist's examination chair. The difference was that as soon as my feet were in the stirrups, the blonde in the stockings wrapped Velcro strips around my ankles to prevent any movement of my feet. My wrists were immobilized in a similar manner at the side of the table. Finally, the blonde pulled a full leather mask over my head and face. Fortunately, there small holes for my nose and mouth so I could breathe.

"Do you know why we call this the milking table, Cuck?"

"No, Mistress. Why?"

"Because all cucks have their balls milked before they're taken into the main room. We don't want cucks shooting cum over the Bulls or their white married Cunts. Also, since all cucks are frequently fucked, we need to stretch your asshole open so the Bulls won't have any problems inserting their huge cocks and so that their Cunts will be able to push their strap-ons into you easily. Now do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress. I need to be milked, Mistress and have my asshole stretched. Thank you, Mistress."

"Excellent response! Are you sure this is first time here?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Since you've been so cooperative, we'll lubricate your fuck hole before we stretch it."

"Oh, thank you, Mistress."

The two women shoved something into my anus and a moment later, I felt liquid being injected into my rectum and then squirted over my opening. The woman with the crop whacked me lightly across my chest and said, "Mistress Diana is going to milk you now while she stretches your fuck hole. While she's doing that, I'm going to let you practice sucking my cunt and licking my clit. I expect you to make me cum before she finishes... or else. Understand?" She whacked me again with the crop... this time a little harder.

"Yes, Mistress. I promise to do a good job and make your delicious cunt cum all over my face, Mistress."

See that you do, Cuck. Go ahead, Diana. Milk the Cuck's tiny balls."

With the big strap-on ramming in and out of my ass and Mistress Diana jacking me off, I knew I wasn't going to last very long.

Diana jacked my cock firmly and steadily while she ass fucked me with her big strap-on. Even with the lubricant, it hurt at first. Surprisingly, I was grateful for the discomfort because it delayed my orgasm giving me more time to lick the other blonde's cunt and clit and avoid the crop.

My lips and tongue working frantically over her engorged and now throbbing clit. She was now humping and grinding her pussy into my mouth.

"Suck me harder, you worthless, tiny-dicked Cuck. Make me cum!"

Sucking her clit into my mouth, I trapped it there with my lips and attacked it with my tongue. Up one side... over the sensitive head...down the other side.. then over and over and over. The blonde was now writhing and hunching on my mouth. Then she began groaning.

"Ooohhhh GAWD DAMN! THE FUCKING CUCK IS MAKING ME CUMMMMMM!! AAAAHHHH! UUNNNGHHH... OOHHH SUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

I did, and she erupted in a hard, squirting orgasm. I didn't let up for a moment. I did give her convulsing clit a rest by moving my tongue to her quivering hole and tongue fucking her. She wailed and shrieked... then she howled when my tongue returned to her ultra sensitive clitoris.

"GGGHHAAAAAAAAA... AAAAEEEEEIIIIIIIIIII!!" she screamed as her pussy spasmed again... then again... juices poured out of her hole.

By this time the blonde had worked the 9-inch strap-on all the way into my ass and was now ramming me like a machine. Her hand flashed up and down my dick causing me to moan into the throbbing hole covering my mouth as my load spewed out in thick spurts.

I spurted several times as Mistress Diana milked my dick.

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After being stretched and milked, the two women led me into the main area still naked and now with the lubricant from my rectum trickling down my inner thighs. There were several large areas and in every area of every room, cucks were being humiliated and fucked by women wearing huge strap-ons and occasionally by one of the Bulls. Some of them were actually moaning with pleasure, but most of them were grimacing with pain. A few were even crying and begging the women to stop.

One of the cucks was dressed in a garter belt, stockings, and heels. The woman had him in the female, missionary fucking position driving what looked like a thick, nine or ten-inch strap-on into his widely stretched ass. Everytime he pleaded with her to stop, she laughed and rammed the huge dildo even deeper into his rectum.

Some of the cucks were screaming and crying. None had cocks over 4 inches, and only one was hard as the woman fucking him was jacking his dick.

The women who were not busy ass fucking one of the cucks were being fucked by the Bulls. Some were being used by a single Bull, others by multiple Bulls in two or three of their sex holes.

I could see four women riding the cocks of their Bull. All the Bulls were awesomely big and thick so that every cunt was stretched to the limit.

Some of the Cunts were taking two and three black Bulls at the same time. The ones doing that were having near continuous orgasms.

From where I was, I could see the people in two of the large rooms, but Melinda was no where in sight. Obviously, Marcus or some of the other Bulls were fucking her somewhere else in the Club.

Apparently, I was free to wander around the room at will unless one the Bulls or Cunts wanted to use me. One Cunt wearing stockings, heels, and a dress with slits up both sides that was bunched up just below her tits had her husband bent over a table with his left foot on the table's surface. His three-inch, uncircumcised, thin penis was flaccid and hanging straight down. She was wearing what looked to me to be an eight or nine-inch thick strap-on that she was vigorously ramming into his ass bringing cries of distress from him.

"Ooohhh Please stop, Marge. It's hurts... Its too big. Oh god, it hurts. Please... stop... ooohhh... uunngghhh," her husband groaned as his small, flaccid penis swung back and forth in time to her thrusts, each of which was burying over seven inches of the thick shaft into his rectum.

"Shut up, Phil. Stop crying like a little girl. With that tiny, pathetic, limp penis of yours, being fucked like a girl is really all you're good for," his wife hissed. For emphasis, she drove the entire length of his strap-on into Phil's ass bringing shrieks of pain from him and even more desperate begging.

Phil howled with pain as the thick strap-on sank into his widely stretched anus. His small penis swung back and forth as his wife fucked him.

Being unable to watch the humiliating scene any longer, I moved into the adjoining room to see if I could locate Melinda. It proved to be simple. She was being fucked by one Bull with two more on either side of her waiting their turn.

The Bull fucking Melinda was not Marcus. He had her bent over with her head almost down to her ankles and between her spread legs. With her left leg slightly raised, I had a perfect view of his thick, black shaft pumping into her cunt. She was groaning on every stroke and ramming her ass back every time her Bull thrust forward. I could hear the squishing noise of his entry followed by the dull thud of his cock against her womb. Each dull thud was immediately followed by Melinda's high-pitched shriek of pleasure.

Melinda's body shuddered as the Bull's cock stretched her hole.

"Gonna shoot this hot Cunt full!" the Bull shouted.

"Hell yes! Cum in her cunt. Lubricate that hot hole for me, Bro."

"I'M CUMMING IN HER CUNT! NOW!"

"OH GOD YES! I CAN'T FEEL IT SHOOTING INTO MEEEEEEEEEE!! HE'S CUMMING IN MY CUNT.... AAAHHHHHHHHH.... FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE!!"

"HA! Looks like the cuck enjoys watching that big Bull fucking his wife," a female voice beside me said. "Look how hard he is. Go on, Cuck. Jack off. You know you want to."

I couldn't very well deny that my cock was hard watching Melinda taking that huge black dick, and the woman had caught me slowly stroking it. Although it was humiliating to have a woman I had never met before ordering me to jack off, I had been warned in no uncertain terms to do what I was told. In the present situation, I was poorly placed to resist... so I began to pump my hard cock.

"Is this what you wanted to see, Mistress?"

"MMmmmm... oh yes. Jack that dick, Cuck! Look over there! Your wife's got a new Bull fucking her now. Look at the size of that huge dick sinking into her cunt. Just look at that big, black log, Cuck!"

The Bull's cock had be at least 10 inches or more and impossibly thick.

"Listen to your wife scream and howl every time her Bull rams it in. She ever yell like that when you put your little penis into her? How big is your penis, Cuck?"

"A little over five inches, Mistress," I replied as I continued to jack off watching the Bull fucking Melinda like a jack hammer.

"Mmmm... Actually, that's pretty big for a cuck... and you are hard." She came closer to get a better look at my cock, which was now rigidly hard and standing straight up parallel with my belly. "Wow. You're really HARD! Damn! I don't think I've ever seen a cock get that hard. OOoohhhh yes."

"Would you like to feel it inside your cunt, Mistress?"

She came ever closer and replaced my hand with one of hers. "Gawd damn! It's so hard, I can't even move it. Truthfully, I'd love to have this iron-hard cock in my cunt, but you're a cuck... and cucks aren't allowed to fuck. I would do it anyway, but these people can be really mean... I mean really, really mean!"

"If that's the case, why do you come here?"

The woman quickly looked around to see who might be watching. When she saw no one, she moved even closer. "Because they have video and audio recordings of everything that happens here. Once you come here to play, they have video and audio records of whatever you did. After that, you have to do whatever they tell you or they'll release all that stuff to the internet, your employer, your family... everyone. I've had to whore for them for the last six months. So will you and your wife. She's going to have to fuck whoever they tell her to fuck. They'll pimp you out to their gay friends. Please don't tell them I told you."

"Who are "they"?"

"There are four of them. Those three guys fucking your wife over there are three of them. The fourth is a guy by the name of Marcus. I don't see him right now. They own the club, but their real business is blackmail and extortion."

"That's Ok. I know who he is. Give me your name, I'll call you."

She looked around quickly and then whispered, "It's Joan Haskell on Magnolia Drive. I'm in the book."

"Hi, Joan Haskell. And I will call you. Bet on it."

At that point, another woman interrupted us. "Make the cuck finish jacking off his little penis, Joan. I want to see him empty his balls while he watches his wife being screwed by that Bull's monster cock. Then, I'm going to fuck him."

With no other option, Joan released my shaft and hissed, "You heard her, Cuck. Jack it! Hard. Now! Make it shoot when that Bull pumps his load up your wife's cunt! Do it!"

"Yes, Mistress," I responded as I again wrapped my hand around my tool and began jerking it while staring at the log sinking into Melinda's pussy.

"UUNNGGHH! FUCK ME WITH THAT HUGE COCK, BABY!"

"Jerk it, Cuck. Listen to your wife begging him to fuck her harder. Can you hear her begging, Cuck?"

"Oh yes , Mistress. I'm going to cum... ooohhh ....gonna cum!"

"Shoot it, Cuck!"

I groaned ... then grunted as my dick exploded. Even though I had been milked no more than 30 minutes or so before, several thick streams shot out onto the table in front of me.

"My god, Cuck, you were just milked a half hour ago. You really like watching your slut wife take black cock, don't you? Get on your knees... bend over... stick your ass up in the air. Keep watching him fucking her, Cuck, while I fuck your ass. Listen to her howl!"

Again and again, the huge black cock disappeared into Melinda's cunt.

"Ugh! IN ME! HARD! Ugh! Ugh! AAahhhh FUCK IT INNNNNNNNNNN! UGH! UGH! OOHHHH SHIT.... BIG... SO DAMN BIG... IN ME... HARDER... IN ME!"

Amazingly, I felt my cock getting hard again. But that was cut short when the woman mounted me and pushed a strap-on into my ass that was even bigger than the cock Melinda was taking.

"Oh shit. That thing's big. Go easy, Mistress."

I groaned as loudly as Melinda was doing when she started pushing the thick shaft into my ass.

"Shut up, Cuck. Keep your eyes on your wife's cunt hole taking that dick while I fuck your ass. Open it up, Sweetie. Big black cock is going in!"

"UUUNNNGGGHHHHHH!!!"

For the next 15 minutes, the brutal bitch fucked her thick strap-on in and out of my ass. After the first couple of minutes, my hole was stretched enough that the pain abated to be replaced with a tight, full sensation, which coupled with the erotic sight of Melinda being fucked got me hard again. The woman mounted on me couldn't see it, but Joan did. Squatting beside me, she reached beneath my body, circled my dick with her hand, and began jerking me off. It only took her a few minutes to make me ejaculate for a third time.

Betty finally pulled her "dick" out of me and moved away to punish another helpless cuck. When I got off my knees and sat up, Joan knelt beside me and whispered, "I'm sorry, Steven. I hope it didn't hurt you too much."

"It only hurt for the first 30 seconds or so until she got most of it into me. After that, it was actually sort of erotic. And when you started stroking me, it got 10 times more erotic... as you saw when you made me cum."

"Your cock was just as hard as before. And you shot another huge load! I can hardly believe that. I really do hope you call me."

"Bet on it."

"I will. I'd better go before some the assholes here see me talking to you like a man rather than treating you like a slave." A moment later, she was gone.

Melinda was no longer in sight. Once more, I explored the BCC Club and after five-minute search, I found her with Marcus. He was mounted on her in missionary position with her legs splayed wide and high in the air. From my position, I had a clear view of his black shaft stretching cunt open and sinking balls deep on every stroke. Melinda's groans and shrieks filled the air and mixed with the deep grunts Marcus was emitting every time he sank his dick into her cum-filled vagina.

"Ram me, you hot Stud. Fuck that monster dick into me! Fuck Me! Fill Me! CUM INSIDE MY CUNT, DARLING... SHOOT ME FULL! BREED ME, BABY!"

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We stayed at the BBC Club until almost midnight. From time to time, I saw Melinda. She was always having sex with one or more of the Bulls. At one point, she was in missionary position with black dicks in her pussy, ass, and mouth. I could tell that she was trying to howl with pleasure, but her mouth was so tightly plugged with black dick, the only sound that emerged was a garbled series of grunts.

I also saw Joan Haskell again. This time she was on her back with her knees pressed to the floor on either side of her head. A black stud was on her, his long dick fucking straight down into her upturned, gaping cunt, while a cuck stood to one side watching and furiously jacking off. In between her passionate screams, she urged her cuck husband to come closer so he could get a better view of the stud's cock sinking into her cunt.

"Can you see his big cock fucking me, Honey. Come closer... AAAAHHHH! UUNNGHH! Watch him, Baby! UUNNGGHH! Jack off and shoot it all over me when Jake fills your wife's cunt with his load!"

Two more of the women fucked me during that time but neither one with a strap on any where close to the size of the one Betty has used on me. When they finished and moved away, I was about to get off the bed when Marcus caught me.

"Not so fast, Cuck. Stay on your back and raise your legs... pull'em way back. I've already fucked your wife's hot holes several times. As soon as I fuck yours and put a load up your ass, we'll be ready to go."

I pulled my legs back as the Bull ordered. At that point, Marcus saw my wife and yelled at her. "Melinda... Melinda! Come over here and hold your Cuck's ass cheeks open for me. That's it, Baby. MMmmmmm... Looks like your cuck hubby has already been fucked a bunch of times. Put my big cock into his ass hole, Melinda. Yeah... oh yeah! Stick me in his hole! AAAAHHHHH! Fuck yes! Black dick going in, Cuck! Take it.!"

Although Marcus was doing his best to make me scream and beg him to stop, his dick wasn't as big as the strap-on Betty had used on me. I never said a word as he raped me.

He had cum so many times in the last three hours, he took over 20 minutes to nut inside my rectum. By the time he finished, I was bleeding slightly and gasping for breath. "Ok," he announced. "He's got a hot ass, but I prefer yours, Honey," he laughed as he slapped Melinda on her naked butt. "I'm gonna take a shower, and then, we'll blow this place."

After Marcus had left, Melinda cuddled up against me and giggled, "Wasn't that wild, Honey? Marcus said as sub as you are and as much as you like watching other men fucking me, you would love it."

"It was unlike any other experience I've ever had," I replied struggling to keep the fury out of my voice.

"I just knew Marcus was right. He said you would just love it. I've already set up a schedule for our visits to the Club over the next two weeks."

"What if I don't want to go, Melinda?"

"Forget that shit, Honey. Now that I know you're really a sub cucky, I'm in charge. I'm making all the decisions about where we go, when we go, and all the decisions concerning sex. Understand, Steven? I don't want to be mean about it, but as a cuck, you really aren't entitled to have any voice in these matters."

"Well, just for purposes of discussion... what if I refuse to follow all your orders and decisions?"

"You really don't want to do that, Steven. If you do, I'll have to call Marcus who will come over and hurt you... badly. You're a little boy compared to that awesome stud, Steven. So, just do as you're told, and you'll be fine. In addition, you'll have a lot of fun watching real men fucking me and being royally fucked yourself."

When I didn't reply, Melinda grinned and said, "You're learning like a good cuck. Here's Marcus. You'll be driving again while he fucks me."

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La Mort:

It took me six days to make all the preparations. As a result, I had to accompany Marcus and Melinda to the BCC Club again three days later. My second visit was much worse than my first. I fully realized that the reason was that Marcus and his partners had given instructions that everyone was to take it easy on me during our first visit to make certain I didn't storm out. But now that they had the audio/video of our first visit, there was no reason to worry about that any longer.

` On our second visit, instead of being allowed to roam freely through the club, I was immediately tied on fucking platform with my legs and arms bound to the ceiling by ropes. Once more my ass was right at the edge of the platform so that it was in position for use by any of the women or the Bulls.

Before we left around midnight, I was pretty certain that every woman at the Club had fucked me with her strap-on, and the one who had used the biggest dildo, rammed me the hardest, and the most often was Melinda.

Melinda fucked me with her strap-on four or five times during the evening.

As we were getting ready to leave, I asked Marcus if the Club closed at midnight. "No. It closes at 2 AM. Why do you think it closes at midnight, Cuck?"

"Well, both times we've been here, we've left around midnight. I thought that must be when the Club closes."

"Hell no! We go till 2 AM. We're leaving early because I want to get your wife in her own bed and fuck her ass off while you sleep in the guest bedroom and jack off listening to her screaming for more, Cuck. Got it?"

"Yes Sir. I understand."

"Good. At least you're a fast study."

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Three days later on Friday, Melinda informed me that Marcus and his partners would be working late on the books at the BBC Club, but he would be coming over around 3 AM to fuck her. So, I should sleep in the guest bedroom again.

"Whatever you say, Darling."

"Of course, it's whatever I say, Cuck. I haven't let you fuck me since you got back from your last trip, Steven. Would you like for me to jack you off?"

"I don't think so, Melinda. Thanks anyway."

"Ok. But you may as well get used to hand jobs once every week or so because that's all you'll be getting from now on."

"I know. I understand."

"Good."

At 2 AM, Sanchez called from Bogotá.

"Día bueno, Sr. Cranston. Mi gente llegará temprano por la mañana. El precio es diez mil dólares americanos. ¿Es correcto?"

"Es correcto, Sr. Sanchez. Diez mil dólares pagaderos sobre entrega."

"¿Y obtenemos la posesión ilimitada de la propiedad?"

"Sí. A condición de que usted nunca devuelva la propiedad por cualquier razón."

I heard Sanchez laugh loudly. "La propiedad nunca volverá. Usted tiene mi palabra." Again, Sanchez laughed and abruptly switched to English. "You may be absolutely certain, Mr. Cranston, that you will never see your property again... unless of course, you choose to visit a particular casa de puta in Bogotá."

We wished each other well and broke the connection. With Sanchez's people set to arrive the following morning, it was time for La Mort to do what he does better than anyone else in the world.

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Flipping open the cover of my wrist watch so I could see the luminous face even in the blackness of the night, I saw the time was 2:10 AM. However, there were still a few cars parked in front of the BCC Club. Not surprising since the Bulls usually like to finish fucking before they let their Cunts leave.

With the night black as pitch and my full, black, stretch body suit, black ski mask, and black surgical gloves covering every inch of my body save for my eyes and mouth, I was as close to being invisible as The Shadow ever was. La Mort was in his element. With two fully-charged, C2 tasers and a 3 million volt stun gun attached to my utility belt on the left side, a full clip of fifteen in my silenced, 9-mm Glock on the right side, and an extra clip in my belt, I was more than prepared for this visit.

When only the cars of the four partners remained in the parking lot, I moved slowly out of the trees toward the rear entrance to the Club. As I expected, the dead bolt was shot to securely lock the door. A quick injection of ultra-fast setting superglue around the blot made certain that the door would stay locked.

Moving through the blackness, I approached the front door where I again used the superglue to ensure that door stayed securely locked. The only remaining entrance to the club was via the side door... the cuck's door through which I had twice entered the club. Using the key made from the impression I had taken during my first visit and checked during my second visit, I quietly opened the side door, entered, and relocked the door behind me taking the keys with me.

My soft padded shoes made no sound as I moved through the cuck area up to the door leading to the main rooms, taser in one hand, the silenced Glock in the other. I smiled in lethal anticipation.

As soon as I opened the door to the main room, one of the four partners, a 240 lb black giant, saw me. His eyes opened in surprise. Then his mouth opened to speak. No words emerged as the dart from the taser struck him in the throat. His entire body shuddered spastically as he collapsed to the floor.

The thud of his body hitting the floor brought two more of the partners out of the back. My second taser quickly dropped one of the two men as the other one charged me. With an accuracy born of hundreds... even thousands... of hours of practice, the silenced Glock popped one time. The hollow point slug took out the back of the man's head. His body snapped back. He was dead before his body hit the floor. A moment later, Marcus charged into the room, a 45 mm automatic in his hand. As he moved through the door, all I had to do was simply extend my arm and press the trigger of the 3 million volt stun gun. I held it against him until his body was a quivering mass. As soon as I released the trigger, he joined the other three men on the floor.

Moving back to the two men who had been hit with the taser shots, I zapped them both with the stun gun which was enough to put them out for perhaps 15 minutes.

The nice thing about the BCC Club is that they provide all manner of restraint devices for cucks... but I was certain they would work equally well for the three Bulls who were still breathing. Although I weigh only 150 pounds or so, working in the weight room two hours a day made it simple to hoist their bodies onto three of the fucking benches, strip them naked, and restrain them with Velcro straps and ropes. The entire job took only 10 to 15 minutes. To make certain there were no unwanted interruptions, I again zapped the three men with the powerful stun gun. Then, I relaxed in a lounge chair with a beer from the fridge in the main office.

It was 30 minutes before all three men were awake and lucid enough to answer questions and speak.

"Who the fuck are you? If you hope to live to see next week, untie these ropes or you won't believe how much pain you'll feel before you die."

Approaching the man, I spoke softly. "My name is La Mort, which in French translates to "The Death". That name is known to Interpol and police agencies around the world... but no one alive ... save the three of you ... has ever been privileged to actually see La Mort. Bulls give orders to cucks, not to professional assassins. Understand?" I pressed the business end of the silenced Glock against his head. "I asked you a question. Do you understand?" He was too scared to speak. All he could do was nod his head.

'Now, Gentlemen, I need to know the location of all the audio and video records you record on your hidden sensors here at the BCC Club. The location please. Now. You first," I said indicated the second man hit by the taser shots.

"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about! We don't do no pictures here. That would be bad for business."

The Glock popped for the second time, this time shattering the man's left knee. His screams filled the room but the BCC Club was soundproofed and so remote there was no hope anyone would hear his screams. "You will, of course, lose your left leg above the knee... that is, if you live at all."

"I'm bleeding badly!" he howled between screams. "I need a doctor. Do something to stop the bleeding or I'll die!"

"La Mort does not care if you die. Where are the recordings?"

"I told you, asshole. I don't know!"

When the Glock popped for the third time, it blew off half of the man's face and exited through the top of his head.

Again, I turned back to the man who had threatened me. "Where are the recordings and all records stored?"

"IN THE MAIN OFFICE! IN THE MAIN OFFICE! ON DISCS INSIDE THE WALL SAFE!" he screamed, his entire body shaking with fear.

Calmly, I walked into the main office. A short search allowed me locate the wall safe. So far, so good. Returning to the main room, I noticed that both macho Bulls had peed all over themselves. Again I addressed the first man. "The combination, please. Now!"

"Two spins to zero... then one complete spin to 14 - right. Then a reverse complete spin back to 22 - left. Finally, another complete right spin and then back to 37 -right. Do you have it or do I need to repeat it?"

"La Mort misses nothing. He sees everything... even what is in your innermost thoughts. No repetition is ever necessary. I hope for your sake that you have given me the correct combination."

As I expected, the safe opened silently on oiled hinges when I entered the combination. Inside, I found one set of DVD's carefully labeled with consecutive dates starting from the first day of operation of the Club. The second set of DVD's were labeled with the names of the individuals shown on the discs. I packed everything into my bag and returned to the main room.

"Where did you come from?" Marcus asked, his once powerful, commanding voice reduced to a whine.

"From the darkness, Marcus."

Turning back to the first man, I asked, "Are there other recordings or records or were all of them in the safe? Did you make copies? Answer carefully as you will not get a second chance to correct an error."

"No.. No copies. There's no reason to make copies. We get new video and audio recordings every night the club is open for business."

"Yes. I can see the logic of that. Thank you. You have been most helpful." With no warning, I raised the Glock and shot the man in the head. Parts of his skull and brains splattered across the floor. Marcus began to scream and beg.

Turning to face him, I said softly. "I'm afraid that you will not be able to keep your date with Melinda tonight, Marcus. I will extend your apologies to her when I get back to our house."

His eyes opened wide in the shock of recognition of my voice. His entire body shook with sheer terror. Again he wet himself. "Even if you were to keep your date with my wife, you wouldn't be able to fuck her since you won't have a dick any longer."

Raising the Glock, I pointed it directly at his flaccid penis. He screamed, begging wildly. I let him scream for almost a minute in sheer horror knowing I was going to shoot off his penis. He was crying... begging ... tears rolling down the sides of his face before I ended it with a shot to his head.

After a quick trip back to the woods, I returned with several jerry cans of gasoline which I emptied throughout the now defunct BCC Club taking particular care to thoroughly soak all four bodies. Finally, I placed a small incendiary timed charge on the floor, set the timer for 10 minutes and then exited through the side door. As I walked to my car, I dropped La Mort's traditional calling card, card number 13 (XIII) of the Tarot deck... the death card.

I was driving away when the entire BCC Club exploded in a fiery ball of flame.

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It was nearly 3:30 AM before I entered my home. As I expected, Melinda was still awake waiting for her black stud to arrive and fuck her brains out.

"Where have you been?" she demanded to know.

"Practicing my second profession, Darling. The one that's responsible for the majority of my out-of-town trips."

"Bullshit. You weren't installing security and surveillance equipment at this hour."

"That's right. That's my first profession. Not my second."

"What is your second profession then?"

"Ah! Now that is the question, isn't it. But I'm afraid that is something you will have to wonder about for the rest of your days, my Dear. Would you mind kissing your cuck? Or is that forbidden?"

"No. I'll kiss you, Steven. I'll even jack you off if you like provided we finish before Marcus arrives."

"Just a kiss will be fine, Melinda." She moved closer. I drew her into my arms, kissed her softly and plunged the syringe into her neck and depressing the plunger in the same motion. Her eyes opened in surprise. A few moments later, she was unconscious.

Sanchez's people arrived promptly at 8 AM, right on schedule. Our conversation was in Spanish, of course. The first order of business was the exchange of $10,000, our agreed price for one white cunt who loves sex. After payment, I again injected another dose of the sedative to keep Melinda unconscious until Sanchez's men could get her on board their plane to fly her to Bogotá, Columbia where she would spend the rest of her days servicing hundreds, or even thousands, of cocks for the Columbian drug cartel in one of their low-priced whore houses that I had specifically requested.

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Wedding Plans:

Having no further need for the house, I removed all the surveillance equipment and sold the house I had shared with Melinda. With offices around the globe, I could run and operate Cranston Security Systems, Inc. from numerous locales.

I waited two days and then reported Melinda's disappearance to the police. The assured me that they would look into it as soon as they took care of a brutal, quadruple gang slaying at a night club on the outskirts of the city. The city's newspapers wrote front page stories about the mysterious gang murders for a full week. The general consensus was that a large group of rival gang members had invaded the BCC Club, killed or executed the owners of the club, and then torched the entire place.

A week later, a Fed Ex package with no return address arrived at the Haskell residence addressed to Joan Haskell. When she opened it, she found three DVD's along with a cryptic note stating simply: "I believe these belong to you."

A month later, the police informed me that there were no leads to Melinda's whereabouts. They concluded that she had run off with one of her many lovers. In fact, they interviewed several of her former lovers without finding any leads.

At that point, I called Carlotta Williams.

"Hi. I hope this is who I think it is," she said in her sultry, wonderfully erotic voice.

"And who might that be?"

"If you have to ask, I don't ever want to see you again."

"Melinda left me. She's been gone for over a month now. The police have concluded that she ran off with one of her many big-cocked boyfriends. What about Paul?"

"I filed for divorce eight weeks ago. Paul didn't contest it since I made very few demands on him or his money. The divorce will be final on Wednesday."

"Well, with Melinda having run off, I can't divorce her. After a year, I can get an automatic divorce for desertion. How do you feel about a long engagement?"

"If we don't have to wait until we're married to have sex, who cares."

"Speaking of sex... I haven't been laid since you fucked me before taking me to the airport, Carlotta."

"You haven't been laid in over two months? What was Melinda doing before she left?"

"Fucking a bunch of black guys with huge dicks. She wasn't interested in my five-inches any longer."

"The Bimbo needs a brain transplant. I can't wait to feel you working your magic inside my pussy with that awesomely hard cock, Honey."

"So who's been taking care of you since I've been gone?"

"Are you jealous, Baby?"

"Yeah. Very. But I can handle it."

"There's nothing for you to handle, Darling. Nobody but my main man gets into me. If we're having fun together, then maybe. But otherwise, its never going to happen... not ever!"

"Let's move in together some place new. I have a gorgeous Chalet in the Colorado Rockies that you'll love."

"When?"

"Today is Monday. Let's meet at the Denver airport on Wednesday, the day your divorce is final. Can you make that or is it too soon?"

"I can't wait until Wednesday, Lover. We are going to have a wonderful life, Steven. I'm so excited I can hardly breathe. Just one question, Honey. Did Melinda actually run off with one of her black boyfriends?"

"No, she didn't."

"OH FUCK! You have no idea how much that turns me on!"

"I'll turn you on even more on Wednesday."

"I know. Oh god... do I ever know!"

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