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Don’t Knock the Prostitutes

							            By Oral Pleasure 4 U

Chapter 1

OK. I’m probably old enough to be your grandpa. Please read on – I may just be wise enough to pass on some very important information…

I’ve been married twice – and twice divorced. If’n that doesn’t give me some credentials, I don’t know what will…

My name is Ray. I have a story to tell – one that I hope will tune you in to the real world. At least, that is my objective…

* * * * *

Respect.

Don’t ever forget that word – or to honor it’s meaning…

Doesn’t matter to whom you respect – just do it.

Young, old. Doesn’t matter. Male, female – still doesn’t matter.

Respect. Remember the word. Always.

Life is based on Respect…

Chapter 2

After my second divorce, I simply sold off 99.9% of the assets I was left with. I invested the cash (substantial), and was able to live quite simply on the returns. I kept my truck (99 Chevy S-10, but it was paid for & ran like a dream! Not to mention that even after paying for heat and A/C, I still could afford turn signals!), a two week supply of clothes (where I would find a coin-op every week or so…), my laptop, and simply hit the road.

I traveled, and didn’t care in what direction I went. Never knew where I would spend the night – or even if I would live through the day to see the stars!

At the time, it simply didn’t matter.

Until I hit the San Francisco Bay Area (California) – an area as designated by the locals as the Bay Area. I was born in CA – Chatsworth (LA area), but was raised in the Deep South (Savannah, GA). Never knew the California life-style…

I had stopped at a cheap motel in Sunnyvale (cheap – um, inexpensive was my trademark…). After checking in – letting the manager know that I may stay for a few days, I had changed into sweats (it being mid-January), without any underclothes, and was leaning against the banister in front of my 2nd story room, nursing a vodka on ice (my vice – I’m an alcoholic).

A young lady – late twenties? – African-American, had started to cut the parking lot from the corner to the main street. I could tell that she was a professional, but she wasn’t trolling – at least, not at the moment. The troll area was a few blocks away…

She was wearing a tube top, and a very short skirt, which showed a lot – I mean, a LOT! – of leg…

She must’ve felt my eyes on her as she stopped and looked around. She raised her eyes to my level and locked on. I smiled. She turned slightly, and approached, stopping just below me. “May I come up?” she asked, “I have a favor to ask…”

“Certainly,” I replied. I watched appreciatively as she climbed the stairs. She was quite shapely, and, as she got closer, I could tell that she was gorgeous. Usually, the street walkers were shapely, but were uglier than homemade sin up close…not so with her!

When she reached me, she stopped, with her hands behind her – which forced her breasts to jut out in front. She knew how to entice a man…

She smiled.

My eyes answered her smile, and I asked, “What can I do to help you?”

“Um, I’m homeless. I’m looking for a place to spend the night – and to shower…”

“Hmm. I don’t see a problem with the shower issue, but you may want to check out if I have enough room for you in my bed…”

She turned toward my door. “If I may?” she asked.

I smiled – a smile in which she returned.

She entered, and stopped just inside the door. Before her were two king size beds. “Um, this was the last room they had for tonight – they gave it to me at the same rate as a single – or so they said…”

She laughed. “At least, you weren’t taken in…in which bed do you intend to sleep in?” she asked, as her head turned to me.

This is where I got bold. I slipped my hands up under her tube top, cupping her bare breasts and lightly pinching her nips. I nuzzled her ear. She gasped, and put a hand behind my head, holding me to her. “I was hoping in the same bed as you…”

She was just as bold. “That could possibly be arranged,” she said, as she put her other hand down my sweats to grab my tool.

She gasped, as she couldn’t touch her thumb with her fingers. She lightly stroked the length, and gasped again. “Hell, I KNOW that it can be arranged…”

She turned to look at me, complete desire written across her face.

“Have you already had dinner?” I asked.

She nodded, happy that I was interested enough to ask.

“Good. So have I.

“Let’s take care of the shower issue,” as I led her to the bathroom.

I turned the water on, allowing time for the hot water to flow.

I smiled at the young lady. “Ray,” I said, as I began to slowly undress her.

“Angel,” she replied, and she was surprised when I didn’t go forward.

I smiled at her. “I need your permission…”

She stared at me. “No one has ever asked for my permission…”

“I’m not ‘No One’.”

“Ever been with a black woman?” she asked.

“Yes.”

She perked up. “So, you know what to expect?”

“Yes. And I hope that our ethnic backgrounds will not be an issue – I’m color blind.”

Her eyes drilled into mine. “Just one more question: have you ever left a sista unfulfilled?”

“No. Never. And I will enjoy adding you to that list of fulfilled ladies…”

A tear rolled down her face. ‘I intend to be the last…’ she thought to herself.

* * * * *

I guided her into the shower. She looked at me.

“Oh, you want me to join you? With or without clothes?”

“Dammit! Get naked – lemme see that love muscle, and get the hell in here!”

I laughed as I stripped, and joined her. I turned my back to the spray, and she looked me in the eyes as she lowered herself to her knees – taking my tool in hand.

She sighed, and then took me – swallowing almost my entire length.

She was definitely named appropriately – she was indeed heavenly. I sighed, gently feeding her my cock. I didn’t force anything – I allowed her to take what she wanted, how she wanted, and as much…

I finally couldn’t take any more – I erupted into her mouth. “Mmmmmmm!” she exclaimed, finishing me and not loosing a drop.

I raised her to her feet, and kissed her passionately.

“My turn,” I said, kissing her ears, throat, and my way down…

“Oh! God!” she exclaimed, as I worked my magic.

She literally shrieked when I inhaled a nipple. I knew then that I had her – she was mine. When a woman submits herself to a man like that – one just knows…

She almost collapsed as I ate her – she shuddered, and thoroughly soaked my mouth when she climaxed…

I held her tight…

I led her from the shower. With her eyes fixed on mine, I gently dried her. I led her to the bed.

“Any objections?” I asked.

“Hell, no. I’m yours. Do with me what you will…”

“You will never have anything to fear from me…”

She literally screamed her passions throughout the night. Whoever turned her loose was a damned fool…

* * * * *

“Ray,” began Angel.

“Don’t worry, Angel. I have no intention of turning you loose – you rock my world!”

“We need to talk,” she said.

“Yes. But we have a lot of time for that. I think that we understand each other. Let’s not rush things. OK?”

She sighed. “For you, anything!”

I kissed her goodnight. And I didn’t turn her loose…

Chapter 3

The following morning, we awoke together. I kissed her.

“Ray…”

“Yes, Angel – I know. And I know that you know.

“There isn’t any way that I could turn you loose…”

She smiled and snuggled up to me.

“Thank you, Ray. 

“My true name…”

“Will always be Angel. You’re heavenly…”

She sighed. “Thank you, Ray…”

“Hungry?” Ray asked.

“Yes.”

We dressed, and, holding hands, proceeded to the café just across the street...

About halfway down the stairs, a car screeched to a stop in front of the motel. A young lady was pushed out of the rear door – she was maybe twenty.

She was crying – even before she landed in the gutter. “Your dress, bitch!

“Cover yourself before someone sees you and barfs!”

The car rounded the corner.

Angel and I looked at each other.

“I can’t let this go,” I said…

“And I wouldn’t forgive you if you did,” Angel said.

We rushed to the girl. She cowered as we surprised her. 

“Please.  We won’t hurt you. We want to help.”

“I’m already hurt…”

She looked at Angel. “I’ve seen you on the strip.”

“Yes…”

“OK. Lead the way – I’m not exactly dressed for an outside excursion – even though it is early yet…”

Angel smiled. I was glad that she still had a sense of humor.

I held my hand to her. “Come – cover your front with your dress – Angel will cover the rear…”

We hustled up the stairs, where I quickly slid my key card into the lock. Angel took over, leading her to the bathroom, where she sat her down on the commode. She wet a washcloth and began to clean her face. She was a bloody mess – from head to toe.

“Angel, why don’t you help her in the shower – she has dried blood in her hair. I think that a nice, warm shower will not only help her to feel better, she may clean up better…”

“I’m planning on that, Ray – I just want to clean her face. I want to see her…”

“OK, but use caution, OK?

“I’ll go to the all night drug store just up the block. Give me a list of the items you will need…”

“Shampoo, medicated soap, antiseptic, bandages – and I don’t mean band aids – 1 and 2 inch square pads with tape, Aleve, a little TLC…”

“OK, she’s getting that, now. What about underwear?”

Angel looked at her petite form. “Yes, small. Maybe a couple of pair…”

“And you?”

“Heh, you noticed. Yes. Thongs. Skimpy. Medium.”

“Mine, too,” the girl said, thanking us with her eyes.

“Be right back…”

* * * * *

I returned in about fifteen. I had gotten all of the supplies that Angel had asked for, plus a hair comb, brush, one of those nylon sponge thingies, and bubble bath.

Angel looked at me with surprise on her face. “How’d you know?”

“Been around the block a few times myself…”

I sat on the commode while Angel worked on her. She had, by this time, visibly relaxed.

“Ok – I have you pretty well cleaned up. I don’t see where you may need stitches. Do you feel that you have any broken bones?”

“No – I just hurt all over.”

“Ok, I’ll join you in the bubble bath. That will help tremendously.”

“Ladies, I’ll be right back – going to get breakfast…”

“God! I’m famished!” the girl exclaimed.

“Take your time, Ray,” came from Angel.

* * * * *

After ensuring that the door locked behind me, I took the time to make sure that my truck was still secure. I then began a leisurely walk to the local McD’s.

I returned in about twenty-five minutes with a bag of breakfast burritos and 3 medium cups of coffee – sugar and creamers in the bag. Placing breaky on the table, I checked on the girls. Angel had her out of the tub and was patting her down.

“I have breaky and coffee. Lemme put them in the micky and nuke them for a bit…”

They had put on their new thongs and came running into the room. I put 2 burritos and a steaming cup of hot coffee in front of each. Neither required the sugar or cream, drinking their coffees like I do: black. They tore into the burritos as I sat down with mine.

‘I’ll have to do this more often,’ I thought to myself – ‘the view is fantastic!’

Angel apparently noticed the slight grin on my face. “What?” she asked.

“Just enjoying breaky – and the view,” I replied, grinning even larger.

They both threw a wadded up wrapper at me. “Men! They’re all alike!” before bursting into grins themselves.

“There’s more burritos available – lemme know just before you want one so I can nuke it for you…”

The girl grew somber. “Ray, you haven’t asked me what happened…”

“Not now, Sugar. After breaky. For now, let’s get to know each other. You can start with your name…”

She looked at me for a moment and then looked to Angel. “I kinda like the name you have been calling me: Sugar.”

“Then ‘Sugar’ it is,” I replied, without even blinking an eye.

“Why?” Sugar asked.

“’Why’ what?” I replied.

“Why are the two of you helping me?”

“Because I’ve been there, done that,” Angel said.

“And no one deserves to be treated as you were,” I added.

She studied us for a moment, and then apparently decided that we were for real. “Thank you,” Sugar said, a tear forming.

“What’s going to happen now?”

“Well, do you have any family that will take care of you? Friends?”

“No, no family. And I have two friends – you two…”

Angel and I each covered a hand. She burst into tears. Angel comforted her, allowing her to get it all out.

I got up and retrieved the box of Kleenex from the bathroom. Sugar was calming down as I returned to the table. She took a tissue and gave me a wan smile of thanks. After a few more additional sniffles, she said, “I want to tell you what happened – I need to get it out…”

I leaned back in my chair and nodded to her, as Angel continued to hold her. She was looking at me straight in the eye as she began…

"It was nearing the end of my 'shift', so to speak, and I was getting ready to go home -"

"You have a home?" I interrupted.

"Yes - if you can call it that. I rent a room by the week, no frills."

"Ok, we'll have to stop and get your stuff..."

Sugar's eyes widened as she realized my implications.

"Anyway, I was making my last stroll, going in the general direction of my room when this car stopped – there were three men in it. I didn't approach.

"'Hey, there – wanna make some good money? We'd like you to spend the night with us – at our place.'

"'I don't think so,' I replied. ‘Goes against my policy.'

"'We'll pay good - how's three hundred from each of us sound?'

"Well, I would usually need to work 3 - 4 nights to make that, so I said ok, but that I'll need the money upfront - before I get in the car.

"'Does that include anal?' one asked. 'Been a fantasy of mine to be with one chick with 2 other males.'”

"I hesitated a bit, and then gave in. 'Ok, but that'll run you another hundred - each.' I told them.

"'Ok. Here's five hundred...We'll give you the rest when we get to our room – we have the rest there.'

"So I hopped in the back. The man sitting there with me smiled at me, hoping to relax me. We arrived at their motel in about 20 minutes and they led me to their room. One of the men – I pegged him to be the 'leader' as the other two usually did what he said – retrieved a briefcase hidden between the bed and night stand, on the right side. He opened it and counted out 7 one-hundred dollar bills and gave them to me. I smiled at him, and put the money in my inside pocket before I stripped.

"I hopped into the nearest bed, and said, 'Well, boys, what're you waiting for?'

"We enjoyed the session for several hours. Hell, I even climaxed a couple of times – something I don't usually do when working. Then one of them started to fist me. I asked him to stop, as he was hurting. He looked at me, drew his fist back and slammed it on my pussy. I screamed.

"They started beating me – felt like for hours, but it was probably only about 45 minutes to an hour. They slammed their cocks into all of my holes – sometimes two at a time. They hit me. They forced my body into impossible positions for a fuck. Bareback fucks. I was terrified. I felt like they wanted to kill me – by giving me a slow STD death sentence...

"Finally, they stopped. The leader grabbed my dress, took my money and put it in a drawer in the nightstand. He then told the other two to take me away - he didn't care where, but he did tell them to hurry back. He tossed my dress to one of the men. They forced me to go to their car naked, where I was to ride that way, too.

"I never wished for a cop before in my life...

"They finally stopped; the man riding in the back with me tossed me out after the other opened the door for him. Then my dress followed and they took off. I was watching them, making sure that they wouldn't come back, and crying, when you two surprised me.

"'Oh, shit,' I thought. 'Out of the frying pan and into the fire...'

"I quickly decided to trust you, and both of you proved to me that you just wanted to help.

"Again, I don't know what to say. Thank you." She began to cry again, but this time they were soft tears.

"Sugar, I'm sorry you went through this - and I'm sorry that there was no one around to help.

"Come, let's go to bed. You can use some sleep, Angel and I will hold you."

She smiled and got up. Angel led her to the bed while I removed my outer clothes, keeping my skivvy's on.

I asked some questions pertaining to the motel and the room that she was taken to before she soon fell asleep, among soft, rolling tears.

* * * * *

I got up and dressed. "Angel, please stay with her - hold her."

"Where are -" she stopped when she saw the hard glint to my eye.

"Be careful," she said.

I nodded.

“And, if you get a chance, please pack our belongings – we may need to leave quickly…”

Chapter 4

Using the information Sugar gave me, I drove to the general area where those coward’s motel would be located. I drove around for less than 5 minutes before I spotted the motel based on her description. I parked down the street, out of sight.

I keep a solid oak stool leg – about 18” long in my truck. I grabbed it and stuffed it in my back waistband before leaving the truck and going to an advantage point where I could watch the general area of where the room was located.

After a while, I knew which room was theirs. I approached and knocked on the door.

The man that opened the door met the toe of my boot as I introduced my boot to his nuts – hard. He dropped to his knees, a surprised look on his face. He hadn’t yet made a sound as he looked up at me. I again introduced the toe of my boot to him – this time to his jaw. He went flying backwards and laid there, spread eagle. He was out cold.

I rushed into the room, slamming the door behind me. Two surprised men where about halfway up from where they were sitting, playing cards. I reached behind me and slammed my stick on the table with a resounding bang!

“Sit!” I commanded. They dropped to their chairs. “What – who –“ began one, when I interrupted him.

I began very calmly, “Last night, the three of you contracted with a young lady for services. You did pay her and she provided those services – and then some. You paid her for her extra effort by beating her half to death, raping her, stealing her money, and then by tossing her out of a partially moving car.

“I’m that lady’s pimp. I’m here to collect my money. I want the fifteen hundred that you stole, another fifteen hundred for her pain and suffering, five hundred for her caretaker, and another five hundred for collection fees.”

The man on my left started laughing, while the other man started with “You gotta be kid-“ when the laugher found out real quick that I wasn’t into comedy – at least, not at the moment. He never saw it coming as he had his eyes closed, laughing. My stick caught him square in the teeth, knocking him out of his chair.

The second man did see what was about to happen, and attempted to jump out of the way. Too late – my stick caught him on the backhand swing flush on his right cheek – crushing the cheekbone. He, too, went sprawling.

They were both out cold. I stole a quick glance at the other guy – he had folded in a fetal position, still not moving.

I checked on the first guy I had hit in the teeth as he was bleeding profusely – I didn’t want him to drown in his own blood. Satisfied, I spread-eagled him, and kicked him square in the nuts. I watched him as he, too, folded into a fetal position, gurgling.

I did the same for the third asshole.

I checked all 3 again – they wouldn’t be moving for a few hours, and then it would be with excruciating pain. I then looked for that briefcase, finding it exactly where Sugar said it was. I put it on the bed and snapped the locks open – and whistled. There were three layers of hundred dollar bills in packs, neatly wrapped.

I snapped the locks closed, and, on a whim, checked the other side of the bed. Sure enough, there was another briefcase, this one slimmer and smaller. I opened it and caught my breath – a dual layer of thousand dollar bills, also neatly wrapped. I closed the briefcase and set it with the other.

In checking the closets, I found several boxes containing drugs – crack, heroin, pharmaceuticals, etc. I took a bottle labeled Viagra and put it on the counter in the mini-kitchen, next to a large bottle of vodka, about ¾ full. I wrote a note, in large block letters:

	Shouldn’t mix with alcohol…

and put the Viagra bottle on top.

I then picked up the two briefcases and left, putting the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door and ensuring that it was locked. I casually walked to my truck, put the briefcases behind my seat, and left.

* * * * *

I drove aimlessly, constantly checking my rear view mirrors. I pulled into a McD’s, got a coffee to go, and then again drove aimlessly. I then went to a park where I had a clear view in all directions. I sat and waited for about 5 minutes studying traffic – both vehicular and pedestrian. Satisfied, I then opened the briefcase containing the hundred dollar bills.

I removed one packet, and counted out 15 bills, folding them in half. I then counted out another 15, also folding them in half, and put them with the others, putting both packs in my shirt pocket. I then counted out 5 of the bills, folded in half, and put them in my front pocket. Then, I counted out ten, and put them in my wallet. I replaced the balance in the briefcase, and closed it.

Again, I studied the surrounding area for about 5 minutes. No one appeared to be watching me, either in a vehicle, or acting like they were reading a book on a grassy knoll. I started my truck, making sure no one left with me.

It was a good 2 ½ hours since I left when I strolled back in the door. The girls were sitting up in bed, holding each other, watching TV. Angel saw me, shrieked, and jumped into my arms. “Are you Ok?” she asked, looking me all over.

Hell, it’s been a long time since someone gave a damn…

“Yes, I’m fine. Not a scratch,” I replied, and gave her a kiss of appreciation.

She stood back, and then started in. “Damn you! You scared the hell outta me! Don’t you ever do that again!”

I smiled at her. “Let’s hope that I never have to.”

I turned to Sugar, who smiled wanly at me. “How’re you doing, Sugar?”

“Better. Especially now, that you’ve returned in one piece.

“I’d run and jump in your arms, too – if I could…”

I smiled, and crossed the room to her, where I gave her a gentle kiss – her lips were still swollen and sore.

“You have blood on your boot – I take it that you found them?”

“Damn!” I went into the bathroom and, using a wet wad of TP, cleaned my boot.

Returning to the room, I started, “Yes, I did. And they very happily returned the money that they took from you.” Her eyes widened as I handed her the first wad of 15 one hundred dollar bills.

And her eyes widened again, along with her jaw dropping when I gave her the second wad of 15. “In fact, they were very apologetic, and wanted to give you a bonus – for your pain and suffering.” She almost fainted.

“And, as for you,” I said, turning to Angel, “they even wanted to pay you for your time in nursing her.” I handed her $500.

“BTW, they paid me rather handsomely for forcing me into collections,” I finished, grinning.

“Ray, I can’t accept this,” Sugar started. “You deserve it,” as she tried to give it back to me.

“Me, neither,” Angel said. “I’ve been rewarded already – with Sugar added!” she grinned.

I backed away from the both of them, my hands held out in front of me. “No, no – it’s yours. Really, I don’t need it.

“You know that briefcase?” I asked, as I turned back to Sugar. “They gave that to me. Plus another – one that held even more money.”

“My god!” they both exclaimed.

“Are they –“ Angel asked, horrified.

“No – not when I left them. They were curled up in the fetal position on the floor, out cold, but breathing.

“I don’t know what shape they will be in when their boss gets through with them, though…”

They both breathed a sigh of relief. Then Angel asked, “Their boss?”

“Yeah. The lot of them were way too stupid to have accumulated that amount of cash on their own. Plus, I found a cache of various drugs in the closet, which I left – I’m not into drugs.

“Besides, the boss may be willing to forget the cash as I wasn’t greedy. However, we should move on, just in case…”

“We’re packed,” Angel said. “And ready.”

I checked us out while the girls made sure that everything was out of the room and in the truck.

When I arrived, I said, “Angel, I know that you are larger than Sugar, but please ride in the jump seat behind the passenger seat – you are currently a bit more agile than she is…”

“Of course!”

Sugar smiled her thanks.

When I found the freeway, Sugar asked, “Where to?”

“A very nice and beautiful town I know of, just about 2 hours away. We’ll stop on the way and get you two some new clothes – workout outfits – that’s ‘workout’ not ‘work!’ – sweats, undies, shoes, and anything else that you may require…”

Chapter 5

When we arrived in Monterey, I stopped to pick up a local paper, where I scanned the classifieds for Apartments Available, Short Term. Both Angel and Sugar were in awe at the beauty of the area.

“I’ve heard of Monterey, but have never been here. My loss…” Angel stated.

I found a few apartments, and picked one that offered an ocean view, and close to Cannery Row. They even advertised it as furnished, complete with kitchen, bath, and bedroom supplies.

I looked up the address in my map book and, when I was satisfied that I could find it, we started off.

Needless to say, we took the apartment. Both Angel and Sugar walked around the two bedroom apartment with their mouths hanging open.

“We can afford this?” Angel asked. “I’d have to work 24/7 to pay for this!”

“Yes, we can – it’s the off season. The management company was hot to rent this out – especially when I told her that we’d be here for at least a month, maybe two.

“And there is no more work – for either of you!

“Now, let’s move in!”

That took all of 10 minutes. “Ok, Angel, let’s you and I go get some groceries. Sugar, will you be alright here by yourself?”

“Yes, I need a nap, anyway. And, if you aren’t back when I wake, I can take a bubble bath.”

“I’ll make damn sure we’re back by then – I want to join you!” Angel stated.

I laughed. “Anything we can get for you, Sugar?”

“Um, yes,” as she hesitated.

I chuckled. “Pad or tampon?”

“I think a pad would be better right now. And I will need a belt to go with it…

“Wise Ass!” she finished, grinning.

I laughed again as Angel said, “We’ll be back soon, Sugar.”

* * * * *

It was a good 3 hours before the first of the cowards could get up and navigate. He took stock of himself. “That son of a bitch!” he muttered to himself. Each step that he took caused pain. He soon learned to walk bow-legged when he discovered that his balls were as big as softballs.

He checked the closets and sighed with relief. He then checked on the money. “Shit!” He exclaimed. “That bastard knew where it was…”

His boss started stirring, and groaned very loudly.

He went to him. “Boss! C’mon, Boss, wake up! Toby’s still out cold, and he was bleeding like a stuck pig. He’s lost some teeth, and I think his jaw is broken. My nose is, and you’re sporting one hell of a black eye…”

“Not to mention that my balls feel like softballs…” he groaned.

“They probably are, and so is mine. I wouldn’t be a bit surprised about Toby’s.

“But we have more serious problems – that bastard took the money – both briefcases!”

“Oh, shit! What about the product?”

“Didn’t touch it.”

“Thank god. Maybe the boss will only half kill us…

“We’d better call – all of us need medical attention.”

He was trembling as he made the call. He sighed when he hung up. “He said that he’d be here in thirty minutes. And he ain’t happy…”

Toby groaned. They helped him to the bed, making him sit upright. “Get him a towel, so that he can clean himself up – god, he’s a mess!”

Toby was still working on himself when the Boss arrived. He strode in, his eyes shooting darts. His body guard came with him – he was a big man, with the coldest eyes one had ever seen on a human.

“What the fuck happened?” the Boss roared.

The cowardly leader explained that they were blindsided by a single man. “He took the money, too.”

“How do you think that he knew about this place? And why would he come, anyway?”

“We brought a whore here last night. She was willing to go around the world and spend the night with us. She wanted a lot of money – more than what we had. We borrowed some from you. Then, when we had out fill, we beat the crap out of her and took all of her money, putting yours back. We dumped her early this morning, close to the strip.

“The guy said he was her pimp, and that he wanted his money, plus some for pain, suffering, and expenses. He was fucking angry. Those two never saw what hit them. I, at least saw it coming, but couldn’t get out of the way fast enough. The three of us were out cold, plus he kicked our nuts. It was two hours before we woke up, another hour before we could move. That’s when we discovered the money gone…”

“You brought a whore here? And you ‘borrowed’ my money? You stupid shits!”

The boss looked at his body guard and slightly nodded. He was behind the counter, in the mini-kitchen. He smiled as he read the note Ray had left. He then filled two glasses with ice and vodka, making a big deal out of stirring. He took one, and gave the other to the Boss. “You’ll enjoy this,” he said, very quietly.

“Hey! Can we have some, too? It’ll help with the pain…”

“Certainly,” as he headed to the bathroom, returning with three more clean glasses.

Back behind the counter, he put ten pills in each glass, and then filled it with ice and vodka. He stirred for a long time, making sure that the Viagra was completely dissolved. He gave each a glass, and then came out of the kitchen carrying his. He raised his glass to his boss, and then to the three minions and said, “Cheers!”

When they had all finished, the lead said, “Boss? We really need medical attention. And my cock is getting hard as a rock – don’t know why, I must’ve unloaded at least four times last night. But it is getting damned uncomfortable.”

“Yeah, me, too,” echoed the other two.

”Well, I can certainly understand that,” the Boss’s body guard said. “Especially with your balls so big, there probably just ain’t no room in your pants. Why don’t the three of you just take your clothes off – get comfortable.

“Want another drink?”

“Yeah, sure,” they replied, as they removed their clothes.

The body guard slipped his boss the note that he found. He smiled when he read it, and then winked at his body guard.

When the three minions finished their second drink, they were in obvious pain. Their cocks were straining for release, and wouldn’t back down. “Boss, something’s wrong. Please take us to a doctor.”

“Oh, I will. I will.” He then suddenly turned ice cold. ‘You,” he pointed to one, “get on the bed, head at the foot,” he commanded.

He did.

The boss then pointed at the lead. ‘You get into a sixty-nine position with him. I want his cock in your mouth, your cock in his. And both of you eat your cocks and fuck your partner with gusto!”

“But, Boss, I don’t swing that way…”

The body guard took his gun out and made a show of making sure it was in working order. The lead received the message loud and clear. He climbed up in the bed, took his partner’s cock in his mouth, put his cock in his partner’s, and they started with gusto.

The Boss looked at Toby. “You get the honors. With him being the team leader, he should know that sometimes you get fucked both ways.”

The body guard went to the bathroom and returned with a small bottle of hand lotion. He poured it all over Toby’s cock.

“Fuck him in the ass – hard!”

Toby stepped up and plop! – it slipped right in. He started fucking his ass.

“Damn, boss,” he mumbled the best he could. “You’re sure a good fuck. We coulda saved a lot of grief had you just dropped your drawers for us…”

The guy on the bottom was the first. He shot his wad in his boss’s mouth, and then died of a massive heart attack. Strangely, his cock remained hard.

“You just keep right on sucking and fucking him, dip shit!”

Toby was next, unloading as deep as he could in his boss’s ass. He then also died, and fell over on top of his boss.

“Just keep right on fucking and sucking, asshole – and keep on fucking back with your ass – he’s still hard, too.”

Finally, the lead shot his wad. He stopped as he felt the first pangs of a heart attack. He looked up at his boss, pain in his eyes, his partners cocks still in him, and his cock still in his dead partner’s mouth.

He died in that position.

“Come, help me load the product.”

“Yes, sir. Already started.”

When they finished, they swept through the room, ensuring that any trace of them was picked up, glasses washed, doorknobs wiped, etc. They left the open bottle of Viagra, and what was left of the vodka on the kitchen counter. They took the recipe note with them…

“Boss, do you want me to put the word out that we want this pimp?”

“Nah, Johnny. I don’t think that he was a pimp. Boyfriend, brother, maybe. He earned the money. Plus, I got my money’s worth, watching them die like that. Ingenious, on your part!

“I have suddenly found myself with three vacancies, though. I’ll bet that he could fill all three. Nah,” he mused. “I don’t think that he would do this work – he did leave the product behind. He doesn’t do…”

They quietly closed the door, locking it, leaving the Do Not Disturb in place. They casually walked to their car and drove off.

Chapter 6

The next morning, I woke to find Angel’s hand wrapped around my morning woody. Sugar was staring at it in awe.

“My fucking god!” she exclaimed.

“Yeah. Beautiful, isn’t it? And he knows how to use it. Stamina, respect – the whole ball of wax. He tastes good, too,” Angel responded.

“You are one lucky woman!” Sugar exclaimed.

“Correction,” Angel replied. “WE are two lucky ladies!”

Sugar stared at her. “You mean…”

“Yep. I share. Besides, you love him just as much as I do. And I know how you feel about me. You should be able to feel how the two of us feel about you…”

“Yes, I’ll admit to that. It’s just that – well, I didn’t want to clog up your relationship!”

“You wouldn’t be clogging, Sugar. You’d be enhancing!”

“Damn! I can’t wait to get him inside of me…or for me to get inside of you!”

“Hell, there ain’t nothing wrong with your hands, Sugar. Go ahead…”

She again stared at Angel. She nodded.

Sugar looked at me. I smiled, my eyes giving her the go ahead. She tentatively reached for my manhood. Angel couldn’t stand it anymore – she grabbed Sugar’s hand and put it where it would do the most good.

Sugar gave it a gentle stroke. She was still in awe. “So hard, yet the mushroom head is velvety smooth…”

A heavy drop of precum formed. It was in jeopardy of running down my shaft. Sugar didn’t have time to look for permission – she just licked it off.

“Mmmmm!

“God, Ray! Are you for real?”

“Yes. And you had better get used to it.”

I flipped Angel over and dove right into her pussy. She screamed in ecstasy. Sugar gasped.

Angel climaxed about three times into my mouth. I pulled off, giving her a chance to recuperate – her chest heaving, making her breasts sway.

Looking at Sugar, I asked, “You don’t mind?”

She shook her head.

I smiled. “There is a way that you can participate, too…”

“Huh? How?”

“You’ll figure it out…”

I positioned Angel on all fours, with her head buried in the pillows. I entered her sweet pussy from the rear and began to make gentle love. Sugar instinctively massaged my sack and scratched my scrotum. She was doing everything right…

I erupted much sooner than I usually do, not grunting, but screaming my own passion for these two ladies. Angel had climaxed again, and was again heaving. “Sugar,” she puffed, “there just ain’t no way that either of us are going to turn you loose!

“There’s a reason that we are helping – love!”

“Yes – I know that, now. I love the two of you, too!”

We cuddled for about an hour, then we rose and the three of us showered together. I dried off first, and said, “I’ll go prepare breaky – we will need to talk afterward.” I left them caring for each other, privately.

I prepared a Southern style breaky – sausage patties, grits (a concoction much like hominy, but much better!), and eggs, sunny side up. I poured orange juice for each of us – of course, I added vodka to mine. I was working on my second when the girls appeared – right on time.

The sausage patties, grits, and eggs were prepared perfectly. I fixed each a bowl, and explained how to cut up the eggs so that they will mix with the grits. Two sausage patties on each plate, and the bowl of grits and eggs. They disappeared quicker than it took for me to make them.

I smiled at them. “Neither of you have ever been to the deep South, have you?”

Angel said, “No, I didn’t think that it was a safe place for a black.”

“Sweetie, sometimes, there just isn’t a safe place – for anyone, anywhere!

“I was in –” (author’s note: please forgive me as this portion of my story is true!) “– what was known in Savannah as ‘nigger (another author’s note: I fucking hate that term!) town’ when Martin Luther King was killed. At the time, I hadn’t heard the news.

“I was hitch-hiking home – at the time, I was still an impressionable teen. A black man picked me up. He told me the news. I gasped, and looked at him apprehensively.

“’Don’t worry, Son,’” he said. “’I’ll get you out of here safely.’

“I shook his hand when he dropped me off in front of my parent’s home.

“’Thank you,’” I said.

“’Respect,’” was the only word he said. I nodded, and he knew that I understood.”

(Final author’s note: As I had indicated, that portion is a true story. I was there – it happened to me! And I have never forgotten him…).

The girls gasped. “Do you still keep in touch with him?” Angel asked. “I’d like to send him a thank you card myself…”

“I used to – until he passed away. I was the only white man at his funeral. His relatives and friends couldn’t understand why I was there. ‘Just paying my respect’ I would reply when asked.

“Angel, I think that he knows of your appreciation.”

She smiled. “You mentioned that we need to talk. What’s up?”

I sighed. “Sugar, I know that you refused medical attention when we picked you up out of the gutter. But, after you told us what happened to you, I really think that you should see a doctor. A female type doctor. I took the liberty of looking up a women’s clinic – there’s one not too far from here…”

“Why?”

“Several reasons: you told us that they raped you bareback – in all three places. I am also concerned that they may have broken something – like a blood vessel – in your vagina or your breasts. I think that early intervention would be the best.”

Sugar looked to Angel.

“I agree with him, Sugar. I – we – don’t want to loose you!”

“Ok,” she said, with tears forming.

“Sugar, Honey! What’s wrong?” Angel asked.

“Nothing. It’s what’s right…”

Angel and I both held her – tight.

* * * * *

The receptionist gasped when she saw the three of us walk in – I on one side, Angel on the other side of Sugar, supporting her. She called out to the nurse, “Marcy!” and then nodded her head in our direction.

The nurse took one look and ran to Sugar, shooting me daggers.

“Wasn’t me – or Angel. We found her like this in the gutter, yesterday.”

“Please come with me,” the nurse said to Sugar.

“I will, but I want them with me.”

“This is a women’s clinic. It is against our policy to allow a male beyond the waiting room.”

“He comes with me. Both of them. They saved my life and have been caring for me since they found me.”

The nurse saw the determination in Sugar’s eyes. “Ok, we’ll make an exception this time.” She looked at me, and her eyes softened a bit.

The nurse led us to an examining room. “My name is Marcy. Please disrobe and put this gown on – I’ll be right back with a doctor.”

I settled in a corner while Angel helped Sugar undress and put on her gown. Angel was helping Sugar to sit on the examining table when the nurse returned with a doctor.

“My god! Marcy, you didn’t lie…” Then she spotted me.

“She wouldn’t come in unless we allowed both of them to be with her. I made an executive decision because this young lady really needs attention. And he swore that it wasn’t him that did this. I quickly checked his knuckles to verify…”

“Well, I think you made a correct decision,” as she started her examination. “Hmmm, someone did an excellent job with the bandages…” more to herself than to anyone.

“I did a stint as a nurse’s aide,” Angel said.

The doctor looked at her. “Why’d you leave the profession?”

“I discovered that I could make more money in my current profession – and not work as hard.”

“That would be your ex-profession, now, Angel,” came from me.

She looked at me and smiled. “My ex-profession.”

The doctor turned back to Sugar. “I’m Dr. Joan. Will you tell us your name?”

“They were calling me ‘Sugar’ while nursing me – I decided that that would be my name.”

Dr. Joan didn’t blink an eye. “Sugar. A pretty name. So is Angel,” she said, looking at her.

“Thank you.”

She turned to me. “Ray,” I said. She nodded and smiled.

“Ok, Sugar – we’re going to start by removing your bandages so that we can check the wounds – it’s possible that stitches may be called for. And I want to check if there is any sign of infections. While we are doing that, please tell me what happened.”

“You won’t call the police?”

“Not if you don’t want me to. But, why?”

“Because it wouldn’t do any good. They would’ve just told me to get out of the business. And I really don’t want anybody to see me like this.”

“The men – if you can call them ‘men’ – have been dealt with. I think that they will remember to behave themselves in the future…if they have a future.

“And, Sugar, you were out of the business as soon as Angel and I picked you up out of the gutter,” I said.

Dr. Joan looked at me. “I didn’t hear that…”

I nodded my understanding.

The doctor, with her nurse, continued working on Sugar as she told them her story. Amid gasps, and ‘Oh, my god!’s’, along with some heavy sighs, they finished.

“Well, Sugar, you can thank Angel for doing a superb clean-up job. There is no sign of infection and it doesn’t appear that stitches will be required,” Dr. Joan said.

“That’s what Angel told me, too.”

The doctor looked at Angel, who was beaming at the praise.

Marcy looked at me. “I owe you an apology,” she started.

“No. No, you don’t. Your reaction was perfectly normal being as I’m sure that you see much too much of this…”

Dr. Joan had turned back to Sugar. “So, why did you come in?”

“They begged me to. They were concerned that there may be some internal damage – especially to my breasts and to my vagina. And they are worried about the bareback rape.”

“And they were correct. I’m glad that you listened.”

“I’ve learned to trust them…”

“I don’t think that that is the only reason,” she said, with a smile.

Sugar blushed, but smiled.

The doctor started swinging up the stirrups. “I’m really sorry I have to do this…” she said, apologetically. “Marcy will help you get settled.”

When Sugar started to lightly whimper, Angel went and held her hand, whispering in her ear. Sugar relaxed, and her whimpering died down.

When the doctor finished, she straightened up and went beside Sugar. “You were definitely abused, but there is not any permanent damage. You will be out of commission for a while, though.”

Sugar smiled her thanks.

“I’m going to do a cursory check of your breasts while you’re lying down. Then we’ll get you x-rayed. I won’t do a mammogram – I don’t think that your breasts would be able to handle that…” Dr. Joan said.

“Ok, and thanks, again.”

The doctor spent quite a bit of time on her breasts, going over every bit, even using a magnifier.

When she finished, she said, “Ok, Marcy will help you up and take you to the x-ray room.” She then turned to us. “I’m sorry, but due to the x-rays, I can’t allow you two to go with her. I hope that you understand.”

I nodded. “We’ll wait here, Doctor.”

“Good. She won’t be long. And I’m not done with her…”

I cuddled Angel while they were gone. She sighed in contentment. Sugar returned with Marcy in fifteen minutes.

“The doctor will be right in – she went to the lab for a moment,” Marcy explained to us.

Just then, the door opened and Dr. Joan walked in. “While I had you in the stirrups, I took some samples from your vagina. I just dropped them off at the lab for processing, but it will be a day before we get any results. While we’re waiting on your pictures to develop, I’ll draw some blood for testing.”

Sugar nodded.

The doctor finished quickly. “There, done. Hold this cotton over the needle hole for a few minutes. I’ll drop this off at the lab and check on your x-rays. Be back shortly.”

“I’m going to take a quick break,” Marcy said. “Will you be OK for a few minutes?”

Sugar nodded, and Marcy smiled her thanks.

We both surrounded Sugar. “You ok, Hon?” I asked.

She flew into our arms. “Yes! And thank you for talking me into coming in. These people are so nice!”

We held her for several minutes, until Marcy returned. She smiled as we broke apart.

Dr. Joan returned in a few minutes. “Well, Sugar, you are one lucky young lady,” as she hung the x-ray pictures on the light panel. “You have some lacerations, lots of bruises, but no broken bones or permanent damage. Let me show you your pictures.”

“You promise not to post them on the ‘net?” Sugar quipped.

That brought chuckles from all of us. “I’m glad that you still have your sense of humor,” Dr. Joan said.

“Ray and Angel restored that.”

The doctor studied the pictures. “See? Nothing showing here, or here, or even here. That’s good.

“Now, the next set is of your genital area. Again, it doesn’t look like anything is hiding.”

Sugar sighed with relief, and visually relaxed. Angel and I both held her and gave a gentle squeeze.

Dr. Joan smiled. “Hop up on the examining table, Sugar. We’re not done, yet.”

Sugar was so elated, she actually tried to hop up. “Unnhhh!” Angel came to her aid.

After Angel had her settled and sitting up, Dr. Joan apologized. “I’m sorry, Hon – I should be more careful as to the words I use…”

“S’ok, Doctor – I need to learn to listen to my body…” She smiled wanly.

“Marcy is going to re-do your bandages, which will take a bit of time. While she’s doing that, please fill out these forms – they ask for your personal information. It’s all voluntary, but it would be really helpful to us if you would fill them out as completely as possible.

“Somewhere in that stack of papers is a form giving us permission to forward your information to another medical facility if they request it, along with a signed form that we can use to compare your signature. Not signing our form will result in our rejecting their request. It’s up to you. We will not release your information to anyone other than to another medical facility.”

Sugar nodded.

Turning to us, the doctor said, “I’d like to see the two of you in my office for a few minutes.”

“Will you be ok with that, Sugar?” I asked.

“Yes. I feel safe here.”

Dr. Joan led us to her office and bade us to sit. “I’ll be right back – I want to get a few items.”

The doctor returned after a few moments with 2 syringes designed for drawing blood, a rubber tube, alcohol and swabs. I knew what she wanted, and I started to roll up my sleeve. Angel caught on fast.

“Have either of you had sex – any type of sex – with her yet?” Dr. Joan asked.

I told her about this morning’s session. “I don’t want to hurt her – I don’t think that she’s in any condition for a full fledged session.”

“Are you small, average, or large in your size?” she asked.

“Large.”

“Well, it will probably be two weeks before she will be able to handle anything longer than your pinky, or bigger around than your thumb.”

I nodded, and then started counting on my fingers. “At that rate, it’ll be 4 months…”

The doctor wadded up a piece of paper and threw it at me, grinning.

“He’s not kidding,” Angel said, smiling.

The doctor’s eyes widened, looking at me.

“Nah, it won’t be that long – and she will be ready well before then – we’ll make sure of that,” I said, grinning. “Don’t worry, we’ll take it easy with her. I’ve always been considerate of my partners. I’ve learned that if I please them, they’ll please me…”

The doctor shook her head. “That’s good. I sure wish that there were more men around that think like you do – if I wasn’t already taken…

“Anyway, back to business. Do you like anal?”

“Not particularly. I’ve found just a few ladies that could take my size. I didn’t care for it, and when I asked them, they admitted to being uncomfortable. I’m perfectly happy with oral and, well, you know…”

“Good. Penises don’t belong there. The risk of infection is way too high.

“Before I let the two of you go, I want to thank both of you for being there for Sugar. If it weren’t for you two, she probably would be close to death by now.

“Oh, Angel, when was the last time…”

“Too long, Doctor.”

“Please make an appointment with the receptionist on your way out. Since I want to see Sugar again in two weeks, you can make it for when y’all bring her in then.”

“Ok.”

“And thank you, Doctor,” I said.

We collected Sugar on our way and stopped at the receptionist’s desk. “Two appointments in two weeks, please,” I requested. “One for Angel and one for Sugar.”

“Done,” she said, handing each an appoint reminder. I stood there.

“Is there anything else, Sir?”

“Yes. I want to pay the bill.”

“Um, we don’t charge for the type of services rendered that Sugar received. There is a victim’s relief fund that contributes…”

“That’s cool. Do you accept donations?”

“Yes.”

I fished a thousand dollar bill out of my wallet and folded it, handing it to her. “Thank you. Do you need a receipt?”

I had just put my hand on the doorknob when she asked. “No, thank you. Consider that a donation from the perpetrators.”

She emitted an audible gasp as we passed the front window in the lobby. She must have unfolded the bill. “Are you sure?” she called out.

“Yes. And thank you.”

* * * * *

We returned to the apartment pretty close to 1:00 PM. The girls settled down on the couch, cuddling each other and watching TV while I prepared a light lunch of lentil soup and sandwiches. I, of course, first fixed myself a vodka on ice – cook’s prerogative.

I brought the girls’ plates out, setting them on makeshift placemats (magazines) on the coffee table. I inquired as to what they want to drink.

“What you are having,” Angel replied. Sugar nodded.

I brought their drinks out before returning with my plate – and a fresh drink. By this time, the girls had happily discovered that they like the same soaps and were chatting away, commenting on an actor, a story line, etc.

I smiled to myself. I like just one soap: GH. I sure hoped that they liked it, too.

Chapter 7

That evening, after a suburb dinner prepared by Angel – and she cleaned up! – we were lazing around on the floor in the living room, playing gentle horseplay. I let the girls get the best of me. They pinned me.

I smiled up to Angel as she smiled down to me. “Your ass is mine!” she teased

“It, and everything attached, already is – yours and Sugar’s…”

I gave a gentle hump, brushing her pussy with my bulge. She gasped, and then came down hard, kissing me passionately and grinding her pussy on my bulge. Sugar helped by moving the strap of Angel’s thong out of the way. Sugar couldn’t help herself, she immediately pushed a finger in Angel’s sweet pussy. In and out, in and out, and then she slid it along her slit, finding her clit.

Angel rose, arms outstretched, screaming as Sugar gently massaged and Angel quite simply soaked her hand.

I flipped her over and smiled down at her. “Don’t ever underestimate your opponent – or the tools that he may have…” This time, I went down on her hard, kissing her passionately and grinding my bulge into her pussy. She was heaving and thrashing about.

I worked my way down, giving rise to her nipples. “Hey! Save some for me!” Sugar pleaded.

I nodded and headed further south. Sugar began playing with Angel’s breasts, lightly gliding her hands over the nipples, giving a gentle squeeze here and there. She inhaled one of her nipples just as I started licking a very wet twat – after I had removed her panties. Funny, I didn’t have to beg, she lifted right up when prompted…

Angel slowed down her heaving – she didn’t want to hurt Sugar. She did hold her in place, though. 

All of a sudden, Angel’s arms went out sideways and she arched, screaming. My face was thoroughly dripping when I rose. Sugar came to me and started gently cleaning my face. She didn’t realize it, but she had straddled Angel’s face when she did. Angel gave her a gentle lick, causing her to gasp. She looked at me wide eyed. “That was beautiful!” she said.

The three of us collapsed and cuddled. Angel and Sugar were both naked, I still had my skivvies on. The girls pulled them off and my manhood sprang up, waving at the world.

“Anyone care to lead me to bed?” I asked.

They both took the honors…

Chapter 8

The following morning, I woke to find Sugar literally in my face. I pulled her to me and gently kissed her lips – and these lips weren’t just below her nose. I looked up at her and smiled. She returned my smile. “Thank you for last night – and for that. I’ll never forget how gentle you can be.”

“I can’t wait for when I don’t have to – for the time when you will slam me just as I will slam you…”

She squealed. “Me, neither!”

“And that goes for me, too, Sugar…” came from Angel, who was cuddling next to me.

Sugar came down on top of her, causing her to “Ooff!”. Sugar smiled at her, and gave her a kiss. “Goes without saying, my Angel…”

Sugar snuggled in between Angel and me. She gave Angel another kiss, and then turned and gave me one. She had a big smile on her face – I’ve never seen her so happy.

“What’s up, Sugar?” Angel asked.

“Some of my soreness is gone. I can move around a bit better.”

“Well, that’s good news. But I want to caution you not to take it too fast – you might re-injure yourself thinking that everything is ok,” Angel reminded her.

“Oh, I understand. It’s just that, well, I want to help.”

“That’s commendable, Sugar. But Angel is right. You will be much more help if you can help for a longer period than if you accidentally hurt yourself. Besides, I can’t stand to see you cry…” I said.

“Ok, guys. I’ll be good. I promise…” she said.

Both Angel and I gave her a gentle squeeze.

“All right! Let’s go get breaky – I’m cooking!” as I got up and padded to the kitchen – naked.

Angel and Sugar looked at each other, grinning. They came into the kitchen, also naked. “You’re not the least bit bashful, are you, Ray?” Sugar asked.

“No more than you, Sweetheart. And remember, we found you parading around naked…and by your own admission, you admitted to going for a car ride in the nude!” I turned so that she could see my grin.

“Oooohhhh!” as she was looking around for something to throw. Not finding anything, she started to me. I shook my finger in the no-no sign, but she kept coming, a serious look on her face. I could tell that she was faking, as the corners of her mouth were upturned. She fell into my arms, laughing.

“You can whip my butt any time with your laugh, Sugar…”

She reached up for another kiss, which I gladly obliged.

I turned her around and gave her a gentle slap on her bare fanny. “Now go sit! Both of you! Before I decide that I might want desert first!”

Neither of them moved.

I smiled. They smiled. I walked toward them, They backed up – until their fannies hit the kitchen table. I kept coming, my smile getting bigger. I picked Angel up and set her down on the table. Her eyes widened. I then picked Sugar up and set her on the table. She emitted an “Eeep!”

Placing a hand on each breastbone, just above their wonderful breasts, I gently pushed them down. Smiling down on Angel, I said, “I love you!” and gave her a passionate kiss. I then did the same to Sugar before I started nuzzling them, each getting a turn. Their breathing increased, my cock became aware as it was stirring. They each gasped as I traveled down between their Valley of Delight, taking side trips East and West.

As my tongue found their navel stations, my hands found their mons. I gently cupped each, letting a finger slide along each slit. They were both wet and moaning. By this time, they were both holding hands.

I traveled a bit more South along Sugar’s lower stomach, stopping just at the top of her slit. I gave her a kiss, which caused her to thrust up at me. Looking at her, I smiled, and raked my tongue along her slit from top to bottom. As my tongue slid over her clit, it jumped right up, begging for attention. Sugar’s free hand grabbed the back of my head. I returned to her clit, giving it a gentle suckling. She squealed as she came, arching her back.

As I rose and looked at her, to make sure I wasn’t hurting her, I returned my hand to her mons, and massaged gently. This, of course, made the hand gently massaging Angel’s mons – which were now thrusting against my palm rather intensely, drop, where I immediately replaced it with my mouth.

They were both trashing about. It wasn’t long before she screamed her passion and wet my face. I rose, replacing my hand. I gave all four nipples a gentle nip before giving each a kiss of appreciation.

They both were still breathing heavily, their breasts swaying gently, nipples at attention. “Ladies,” I started, “you’ll both have to wait for your desert until after breakfast – and after the kitchen is cleaned!” I grinned.

“God,” Angel said. “I sure hope that it will be an easy breaky…”

“Not hardly,” I responded, keeping my grin. “Chorizo. Eggs. Flour tortillas. My special orange juice. Coffee. Messy. Lots of pots and pans. Three plates.”

“Ray, will you be able to keep it hard that long? The poor thing looks like it wants to tear itself from your body and literally devour us!”

“Oh, yeah. Especially for you two. And it does…and probably will!”

As promised, it took a good twenty minutes to prepare breakfast. It disappeared in less than five, and, with both girls working beyond the speed limit, the kitchen was cleaned in ten.

After they had hung the dish towel and wash cloth, they turned to me. We never made it to the bedroom. They tackled me and took me right on the kitchen floor.

Both of them – it was heavenly! – were each licking up a side of my cock, taking turns as to who gets the head or the nut sack. The had me! thrashing about on the floor! I don’t think that I have ever climaxed that fast in my life – even when I was sixteen with my first!

I gasped, I grunted, and I groaned as I unloaded load after load into their sweet mouths. They really had to work quickly to not miss anything as I was spurting so fast…

They were successful. God! They make a great team!

* * * * *

We must’ve dozed off. I woke about an hour later, finding one girl on each side of me, dozing with their heads on my shoulders, and my cock in their hands. Hell, they weren’t going to let me go! My stirring woke them.

“Mmmmm!” they both chorused. They opened their eyes and looked at me, smiling. “We love you, too!” they both said. I gathered them in even tighter, being careful with Sugar.

“Well, are we ready to face the day, Ladies?”

“If we must,” Angel said.

“We must. We need to make plans for both our immediate and long range futures.

“I know, I know! Boring, requires decisions, etc. But this will save us a lot of grief if we have our ‘i’s’ dotted and our ‘t’s’ crossed. Ok?”

Groans. “Ok, ok…”

I got up and helped each of them up. “Angel, if you would find three writing tablets and pencils, and Sugar, if you would bring my laptop with the cable for ‘net connections, I will fix us something that will make this unpleasant task a bit easier to bear…”

Sugar returned just as I put their sunrises down on the table. She started to hook it up, much to my thanks. I fixed my drink – vodka over ice and sat down as Angel came in with paper and pencils.

We sat and, while my laptop was booting, we each took a sip of our drinks.

“Ladies, the first thing we will need to establish is if any one of us have any current issues with the law. I don’t. Angel?”

“No. I’m all paid up.”

I nodded. “Sugar?”

“Me, too.”

“That’s good. We won’t need to be as careful around a cop, then.

“Next, Sugar, how old are you?”

“Twenty.”

“Can you prove that?”

She shook her head. “My ID and stuff were stolen from me a long time ago.”

I pulled the laptop to me. “Ok, let’s start the ball rolling to rectify that. What state were you born in?”

“California.”

“County?”

“Napa.”

I accessed the registrar’s web site for Napa County, California and found the form required for replacing lost birth certificates. I then shoved the laptop to her, “Sugar, please fill out this form. Return it to me when you reach payment requests and requested info for mailing. Oh, did you have a driver’s license or an ID card?”

“ID. I don’t know how to drive.”

I nodded and she began working. “Angel, you?”

She smiled. “I’m twenty-nine. And I can prove it. A picture DL.”

“Good. Never know when I may need to be driven around…”

“I’ll drive you anywhere, any time…”

“And I’ll gladly ride…”

The three of us chuckled.

Sugar finished and returned the computer to me. I completed the payment requirements and mailing info and hit ‘Submit.’ Surprisingly, it went through the first time. I smiled, pleased. “When we receive your birth certificate, we’ll visit the DMV web site and obtain your lost ID card. Meanwhile, we’ll take turns teaching you how to drive and getting you to study the DMV booklet.” I grinned at her.

She groaned.

“Oh, that’s not all. We’re also going to make sure you get your high school diploma. That’s going to require even more studying. The good news is that it can be done online. No putting up with pimply faced boys with perpetual hard-ons…”

“Maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad idea!” she retorted. And then she laughed, both pleased and excited that we cared enough to let her get her education.

“You can go as far as you want, Sugar. You, too, Angel, if you want to add to your education.”

“I’ll think about it – I have my high school diploma, and a few courses in college already. Right now, I’m satisfied where I am. But you never know…”

“Exactly.”

“The next on my list is how long are we to stay here. Both of you have doctor’s appointments in two weeks. It’ll probably take at least that long for Sugar to receive her birth certificate, and another two-three weeks to get her ID card. I’m looking at a month and a half, two months. Certainly no more. What do y’all think?”

“I could stay here forever,” Sugar said. “But I would probably get bored after a while.”

“Me, too,” came from Angel.

“Good. That’s how I feel, too. So let’s figure on two months, then hit the road. Which brings me to the next item: our next mode of transportation…”

“What!” exclaimed Angel. “You’re going to get rid of your truck? I like that truck…”

“I do, too, Sweetheart. Problem is, it’s a bit crowded for three, and I’m tired of sleeping in motels or on the side of the road, & getting hassled by the cops.

“Constantly eating out sucks, too. I like to cook. So, we will need something a bit larger, and something we can cook and sleep in – like a camper.”

Eyes widened and jaws dropped. “My god, Ray! And you’re serious, too!”

“Yes, I am. And please hear me out. If any one of you don’t cotton to that type of living, just say so. We’ll figure something else out that we can all be happy with. That’s my main objective: for us to be happy.

“What I was figuring was getting a small to medium size camper – doesn’t have to be new, but it must be in good running and working condition. I think that that will give us room to grow as we acquire a few more clothes and things in our travels. One large bed would  be sufficient –“ amid grins “– and we can cook and entertain in the camper.

“Granted, we will still be paying rent – to a campground – but we will be much more flexible. We can stay in one place as little or as long as we want. No time constraints, no reason to head in any particular direction – just go where the wind blows and follow your nose.

“I’ve been traveling for almost two years now. There’s some beautiful country out there. Neither of you would have known how beautiful this area is if we hadn’t have come here. And, traveling in a camper will definitely be a step up for me – especially with the two of you!”

Angel and Sugar looked at each other, their mouths hadn’t quite reached closed status. Angel raised her eyebrows. Sugar nodded. Angel turned to me, “Ok, Ray. We like it. But I have one question: how do we pay for this?”

I smiled. “I like the way you two think,” I said, as I got up and opened the door to the hidden cabinet where we had hidden the two briefcases of money. I set one in front of each.

“It’s lunch time. If you will count this, I’ll fix lunch, and then we can continue.”

“I was kinda hoping for something else for lunch,” Angel said.

I grinned. “An after-meeting snack is on the agenda. Besides, I don’t think I will be able to concentrate much longer…”

Giggles.

I made toasted cheese sandwiches, putting one and a half on each of their plates, two on mine. A glass of milk for each, my usual for me.

Once again, the food disappeared faster that it took to prepare. “I didn’t know that sitting around a table naked could make one so hungry,” Sugar remarked.

“Honey, I don’t think that it was the ‘sitting’ that made us that way,” Angel started. “it was the other activities…”

Both Sugar and I burst out laughing.

“I’ll clean up while you two finish counting – and don’t count your personal money, either,” I warned, with a grin.

When I finished cleaning up, I turned to the girls, who looked like they might faint at any moment. I smiled to myself, and fixed each of us a vodka over ice. They each took a healthy slug of theirs as I went to my seat.

“Ray…”

“Shhh! Wait till I’m seated…”

“Ray, I have $750,000 here!” Angel exclaimed.

“And I have $235,000 here!” came from Sugar.

I whistled. “So, what do you think we should do with this? Shred it?”

They looked at me, aghast.

“No,” Angel said. “But maybe we should consider giving some of it back – people have been killed for a lot less!”

“True, so true. But I don’t think we have anything to worry about. We would’ve heard something by now.

“This is my proposal. We keep $185,000 and invest $800,000 – I have my money invested, the investment firm I’m dealing with has treated me well.

“We create a working account where we will keep the $185K. From this account, we will purchase the camper and get ourselves outfitted. Once we get everything squared away and settled down, we can perhaps create another account, tied to the working account, which will pay interest and where we can transfer funds to and from at will.

“The money earned from the investment account will go to this interest working account.

“All of these accounts will be in all three of our names. Credit cards, too.

“Although we wouldn’t be living lavishly, we should be quite comfortable…”

The girls looked at each other and then to me.

“Ray, I – we don’t know what to say. It’s – well, it’s almost like a dream come true!”

“Would you like some time to think and discuss?”

Angel and Sugar looked at each other again. They took each other’s hands and looked into each other’s eyes.

“No, Ray,” Angel said as they turned to him. “Let’s do it!”

Ray smiled and took them both into his arms, giving each a kiss.

“We can do this…”

* * * * *

I turned off the computer while the girls re-packed the briefcases and put them back in the hidden cabinet. I gathered both ladies to lead them to the bedroom – but I got sidetracked when we passed the couch in the family room. The rear faced the hallway…

I stopped and smiled at Angel. I gently bent her over the back of the couch and she instinctively spread her legs, looking back at me and smiling. Sugar squealed and ran around to the front of the couch and climbed up on her knees.

I stroked my cock along Angel’s slit, causing her to emit a gasp. Sugar had given her a kiss and was directing Angel’s face to her breasts. I entered slowly, lubricating. An “Mmmmmmmm!” came from Angel.

As Angel lubricated my cock, she started moving faster and faster, soon she was slamming back to me. I slammed her in going forward, and withdrew slowly. She started to whimper as I slammed her, and she would moan as I withdrew.

We kept this up for several minutes – Sugar was quite happy as on each of my slams, Angel’s face would come into harder contact with her breasts. She was arching, trying to get more of her breasts in Angel’s mouth. She gasped when Angel started flicking her tongue over a nipple, giving each equal time.

Angel was supporting herself with one hand on Sugar’s thigh, the other was gently working her pussy. Sugar began to thrash about, moaning. She pulled Angel tighter to her…

I suddenly buried my cock in Angel’s sweet pussy and kept it there as I spurted and spurted white hot love. Angel gave a muffled scream as her legs shot straight back on each side of me as she attempted to arch during her orgasm. Sugar did arch, and screamed her passion – loud enough for all three of us…

I withdrew and collapsed, resting my back on the back of the couch. Sugar had flipped Angel over so that she was teetering on her back, and then pulled her down, diving into her upraised pussy. Angel took advantage of her position and pulled Sugar’s pussy to her mouth. I rose to check on them – no need, they were perfectly happy.

I went into the kitchen where I poured a vodka over ice for each of us. I brought them into the family room, setting them on the coffee table just as they both climaxed, wetting each other’s face.

Angel sat upright, and then collapsed with Sugar. I cleaned one’s face and then handed her a drink. I then cleaned the other’s face, handing her a drink when I finished. I sat with them with my drink.

We smiled at each other and we each took a healthy drink before setting them down. I gathered them in to me. And we snuggled. Wasn’t anyone going to tell any of us shit…

After a few moments, Sugar asked, “Ray, shouldn’t we call the clinic?”

“Yes, we should. Would you like the honors?”

She smiled. “Yes…” She got up and returned with the phone, sitting before she made the call.

After she identified herself, she started to ask about her test results – she was apparently interrupted. After a moment, she said, “I’m doing much better, now, thank you. I’m really happy – and I’m betting that you can make me happier…”

She squealed and bounced up and down. After another moment, she stopped and said, “Yes, I know. Angel and I will be there. Now, how about her’s and Ray’s tests?”

“Excellent! You have made me happier! Thank you so much!”

She was bouncing again as she put the phone down. “They gave us a clean bill of health! Although they did remind me not to miss my next appointment.

“Oh, Ray! Angel! I’m so happy!”

She melted into our embrace.

That evening, after dinner, we celebrated.

Chapter 9

The next morning, after breakfast, I instructed Angel to take Sugar to an abandoned parking lot and give her some rudimentary instructions on driving, with a little hands-on experience. I wanted her to get used to the controls, especially as to the sensitivity of the throttle and brakes.

“When I finish cleaning up breaky, I’m going online to do some research on campers and RV’s – see what we can and cannot do.

“Please return by lunch – we’ll have lunch and then go check out some RV lots. Sight-see afterwards, and then dinner…

“Ok?”

She nodded and I tossed her my keys. I waited by the door to collect a kiss from each – and each gave me a light rub where it will do the most good.

“Grrrrr!” I snorted, smiling.

Funny – neither looked worried…

* * * * * 

They returned at lunch time to find a plate of assorted cheeses and crackers, including brie, on the table with 3 wine glasses. I had opened a bottle of Merlot earlier, which I picked up and poured each of us a healthy glass.

As we ate, we chatted about today’s activities. Sugar was practically gushing.

“Ray, I didn’t know that driving would be so much fun!”

“She did pretty good, too, Ray. Once she learned how sensitive the controls were, she drove around like a pro…”

I smiled. “Just don’t forget, Sweetheart – there’s a lot of power and responsibility involved. You are highly intelligent – use your head and concentration at all times!”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

“While fear is healthy, as long as you apply common sense, you will be fine,” I replied.

After lunch, we visited a camper sales lot, where each of us asked a ton of questions. The sales personnel were very helpful. We will probably return to that lot when we are ready…until then, we will shop around.

We spent the rest of the afternoon exploring Cannery Row – shopping, being delighted with a sweet shop, and me being delighted when I found some wine tasting establishments…

When we returned home, I started dinner while the girls cuddled on the couch, watching TV. Wasn’t anything on but news, so that’s what they settled for.

They were busy chatting when they suddenly became quiet. Then: “Ray! Come here! Quick!” came from Sugar.

I hurriedly turned off the stove and ran into the family room. “Wha –?”

“Ray, the news – the cops found those – those men! They’re dead!”

I settled down with them and listened. Facial pictures were being shown as the commentator reported what was known at this time.

Sugar sobbed. “That’s them, alright…

“Ray, what’s going to happen now?” she asked.

“I dunno. Let’s listen – maybe we’ll get a clue…”

According to the reports, a cleaning lady had entered the room early this afternoon as the men had not been seen for a few days. Although the room was paid for through today, management was concerned that they had checked out without officially checking out. She had immediately run out of the room, screaming hysterically.

The cops were called, who immediately sealed the room and the immediate area as a crime scene, and notified homicide and the coroner.

A homicide detective reported that although the men suffered some injuries, they were not life threatening. It appeared that they each suffered heart attacks. The men were in a compromising position, which would suggest a possible heart attack from physical exertion and sexual excitement. They would know more after toxology tests were complete, which could take up to two weeks.

Nothing was found in the room other than the men’s personal effects.

The girls looked at me. “That’s not they way I left them,” I said. “Like I said, the three of them were curled in a fetal position on the floor, out cold. They were separated when I left.

“My guess is that their boss killed or had them killed after he learned what they had done. I’m betting that he spiked their vodka with an overdose of penile enhancing drugs and made them do each other, inducing heart attacks.

“The men haven’t been seen for a few days. I figure that they were killed the afternoon that I was there. Being as we haven’t heard any rumblings concerning the money, me, or you, Sugar, I believe that The Boss is satisfied.

“And don’t forget that the cops reported that nothing else was found. Someone cleaned up the drugs…

“Let’s just sit tight for a few days until we can find out more. Meanwhile, we’ll continue with our plans.”

Angel and Sugar looked at each other. “Ok, Ray. It makes sense to us. We’ll continue on, but let’s watch our spending. No more, or any different that normal tourists.”

“Agreed. In the morning, I’ll call my – our – financial advisor for instructions on how to get the money to him so that he can set up our accounts. Between the three of us, we have enough for a few weeks.”

Dinner that night was somewhat subdued. Although we kissed each other good night and snuggled, there was not any other activity during the night.

* * * * *

It was a different story in the morning as I woke when both girls literally attacked me. Sugar had half of my cock in her mouth and was busy circling it with her tongue, causing me go groan and arch. Angel had her pussy over my mouth. What was I to do but activate my tongue? I did, with gusto!

Angel screamed and wet my face, which caused me to erupt into Sugar’s mouth. She gave a slight shudder as she took my load – her hand was busy in her crotch…

Angel immediately buried her face in Sugar’s pussy, working it hard. I lined up behind her and gently entered her sweet pussy, lubricating my cock. When I was satisfied that I wouldn’t hurt Angel, I began slamming her, forcing her face even harder into Sugar’s pussy.

Sugar was whimpering with delight. Angel was moaning – loud. I was grunting with my exertions. All of us were in heaven…

I slammed my cock into Angel’s sweet pussy one final time, keeping it buried to the hilt. I literally erupted, sending my seed deep into her pussy, splashing the walls. She squealed, adding her own juices to the mix. Angel’s face was dripping with Sugar’s juices. We collapsed and cuddled.

After we had calmed down, I said, “Well, now that we have desert out of the way, let’s shower. Then I’ll fix breaky. Today, it will be an easy breaky – I don’t have very much energy left!” I grinned.

We dressed after breaky. “Wanna check out another RV sales lot, Ladies?” I asked.

“Yes!” they chorused.

Apparently they really liked the idea of traveling around the country.

We spent the morning at one lot, learning more about campers and seeing what was currently available. I had a feeling that we would find a good deal soon, as it was the off season.

We returned home for lunch, where I saw that a message had been left on the phone. I retrieved the message, and then made a call. I listened after I had identified myself.

“You have an office in San Francisco?” I asked. After a moment, I asked, “This afternoon?”

“Ok, gimme a moment to get a pencil and paper…”

I returned and wrote an address down and a name. “Ok, I’ll be there this afternoon, before close of business. Thanks!” as I hung up.

Answering the girls’ unasked question, I said, “That was our financial advisor. He wants me to deliver the money this afternoon and he will set up our investments and accounts. Seems that they have an office in San Francisco – they will be expecting me, and they won’t ask questions.

“Ladies, I can travel faster alone. Plus, I want to stop in Sunnyvale on the way back and see if I can pick up any information from the streets. If you two don’t mind, you can spend the afternoon finishing Cannery Row, and maybe do the Aquarium. Catch dinner at one of the restaurants before coming home. We should all arrive home pretty close together. Ok?”

They both nodded. I fixed a quick lunch consisting of sandwiches and my special drink.

I collected the briefcases, gave each of the girls a passionate kiss, and a light spank. “I’ll be home soon,” I promised.

* * * * *

I arrived home about 7:00, beating the girls home. I was pleased with what I accomplished this afternoon, and was very pleased on the way things were going. I went into the bedroom and stripped. I then fixed myself a drink and sat down to wait on the girls.

I heard them coming up the drive at about 7:30. That gave me time to grow a massive hard-on. The girls opened the door, took one look at me, squealed, and then landed in my lap, tearing at their clothes. Thank god they didn’t have much on – I don’t think I could have held off much longer myself…

We had a wild session, ending up on the floor. We cuddled as we calmed down. 

“Damn! I’m going to enjoy coming home…” I commented, grinning.

“If you’re waiting for us in the condition you were in, we will, too!”

I squeezed both girls slightly, while chuckling.

“So, did you guys have a good afternoon and evening?”

“Yes,” Sugar started. “We finished the afternoon at the Aquarium – we learned a lot about Monterey Bay and its citizens. It sure is beautiful. Then we had a scrumptious dinner – seafood, naturally. But the best part was arriving home…” she finished, grinning.

“I’ll second that,” Angel added. “How was your trip?”

“Very productive. I delivered the briefcases as instructed and our advisor should be contacting us in a few days with the final results.

“I was also successful in Sunnyvale. Cost me a few drinks and a fast food dinner, but it was worth it. Everyone on the street knows who those men were and who they worked for. No one is particularly sad about their hasty exit from this world; in fact, most indicated that it couldn’t happen to better men. They all thought the mode of exiting was hilarious.

“The important thing is that there is absolutely no word on the street about The Boss looking for a pimp, a particular prostitute, or anyone flashing money all of a sudden – which no one is.

“Ladies, I think we have The Boss’ blessing.”

“Why would he be looking for a pimp?” Sugar asked.

“That’s how I explained my interest to those men. I knew that their boss would ask why – and that they would tell him about a prostitute and her pimp.”

She nodded. “Smart,” she commented.

Epilog

The following two weeks were filled with sight-seeing, shopping, learning more about campers and RV’s, and, of course, wild sex. Sugar was getting more insistent as she healed. Neither Angel nor I objected…

Both girls were given clean bills of health from their final physical exam. Marcy had commented to Dr. Joan that she was glad that those two were so happy and bubbly.

“Yes,” Dr. Joan had replied. “Sure is a far cry from where they were two weeks ago. Ray must be treating them like queens…”

“They deserve it. And I’m sure that Ray isn’t complaining!”

They both chuckled as they watched the three of us leave.

When we arrived home that afternoon, Sugar’s birth certificate had arrived. We grabbed a quick bite and then headed to DMV to replace her lost ID card. With the application completed and paid for, we grabbed a handbook and then left, where I took the girls to a nice restaurant for dinner.

“Anything you want, Ladies. Tonight, it’s no-holds-barred – literally! We’re celebrating!” Throughout the course of dinner – which lasted more than two hours – we went through 2 bottles of bubbly. I had completed my dinner with a double vodka over rocks, while the girls had settled for a sweet drink.

That night – well, hell, none of us turned anyone loose…

A week later, we found the perfect camper – the original lot that we had stopped at had just gotten it in and our sales person had immediately called us. We bought it, and ordered several enhancements to make our lives easier. We took delivery a week later.

The girls decorated our new home the way they wanted it, spending quite a bit of time choosing linens, towels, dinner and table ware, etc. My only concern was the pots and pans (I wanted a good set!) and, of course, the liquor cabinet.

Angel had taken permanent custody of the truck keys, with the two girls coming and going as they pleased. I learned later that Angel was spending a lot of time with Sugar in teaching her how to drive, and giving her real-world experience.

The day finally came where we were to leave. I had sold my truck the day before, which caused Angel to pout – for all of 10 minutes. She brightened up when I reminded her that the following day we were leaving – they didn’t – at that time – know where.

As we finished moving our belongings into the camper, the manager came up the drive. She wanted to collect our keys and give the apartment a final walk-through. She was happy when she finished, saying, “Thank you so much! You guys were perfect tenants. If you ever need a place to stay here in Monterey again…”

“We will,” I promised. We then hit the road, going south on Hwy. 1.

As we entered Big Sur National Forest, I told the girls that we weren’t going far – that we had a three day stay at a local campground that our sales person had recommended to us here in Big Sur. “We can decide on where to go from there,” I had said.

The girls ooo’d and awe’d as we traveled through the forest, finding the road to the campground after about an hour. I pulled into the campground, where I checked in. The manager guided me to our spot – private and quite lovely – and then asked if we needed help with the hookups. “Yes, please, if you don’t mind,” I had replied. “No problem, I’ll have you hooked up and settled in no time…”

That was the last time anyone saw us for two days – we really gave our new home a proper christening…

I’m finishing up as I sit here with my feet up on the bed, watching Angel and Sugar sleep with pure contentment on their faces – so relaxed, so trusting. The love that we found, the pure bliss that we share was due to one thing: Respect.

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