Darkness by RLM
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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.
"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.
"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?"
"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?"
"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?"
"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.
"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.
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.
"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?"
---------------------------------------------------
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.
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.
"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.
"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."
"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.
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.
"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 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.
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.
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."
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.
"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."
"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.
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 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!"
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.
"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.
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.
"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."
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."
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.
"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.
"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.
"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.
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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.
"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.
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.
=======================================
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.
"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."
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.
"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.
"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."
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.
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.
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.
"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!"
"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!"
she whispered quietly.
"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.
"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!"
"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."
"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!"
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 who used me four or five times.
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 Bogot�.
"D�a bueno, Sr. Cranston. Mi gente llegar� temprano por la
ma�ana. El precio es diez mil d�lares americanos. �Es correcto?"
"Es correcto, Sr. Sanchez. Diez mil d�lares pagaderos sobre
entrega."
"�Y obtenemos la posesi�n ilimitada de la propiedad?"
"S�. A condici�n de que usted nunca devuelva la propiedad por
cualquier raz�n."
I heard Sanchez laugh loudly. "La propiedad nunca volver�.
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
Bogot�."
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
Bogot�, 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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