No matter how many times that Alma Norman kicked the salient facts around in her mind, things still seemed to appear unreal.
The lovely, chocolate complexioned divorcee had truly made her mark with the Albuquerque Police Department. She had forged into one of the top positions as an undercover officer assigned to "The Dusters."
The Dusters were a special unit dealing with narcotics. The group was under the guidance of Lieutenant Ray "Mercury" Morrison. Morrison, a man completely dedicated to his police career and the apprehension of narcotics offenders, was a tough but fair task master. Unfortunately for Alma, there was a whole lot more involved as well. There was something about Mercury Morrison that couldn't help but drive her into a sensual tizzy every time that he was in her presence. Even though she maintained the formidable icy coolness that characterized her, and was responsible in large measure for her rapid rise in the police ranks, in the private, quiet solitude of her own home, she often got to thinking about Mercury, and whenever she did, he was certain to instill waves of sensuality throughout her entire long, sleekly delicious frame.
In the last few days things had been spinning at a rapid pace. Alma had been called into the Police Chief's office. Mercury was there as well, something that surprised her. She wondered just why she was being summoned to the Chief's office and, in that event, why Mercury Morrison was there as well.
The Chief and Mercury soon made it clear just why she had been solicited for this private confab. The Dusters were going after one of the top narcotics figures in the Rocky Mountain states. All they had to do was trap him once that they had him in their midst.
After the Chief had provided her with a few important details, he then turned over the discussion to Mercury, the alert, throughly dedicated head of The Dusters.
Mercury began to relate some of the important details of the operation to her.
"You see, Alma, we still don't know for sure just who this cat is," Morrison exclaimed, his cold, dark eyes alert and appraising, as usual. "What we've got to do is crack him. We'll nail the son-of-a-bitch with just a few breaks. We got the computers workin' overtime and that's what's helped us an awful lot so far."
"What you're telling me is that you re narrowing the whole thing down."
"That's right. We've got some good leads. Damned good leads. This guy, whoever he is, the big daddy of the operation, he divides his time between Albuquerque and Denver. He's sellin' that junk on the streets to as many kids in both cities as he can. Goes after the high school crowd. Especially minority kids. Blacks, Chicanos, Indians. Really bad scene."
"What makes you think I can help you nail this dude?" Alma asked.
"Very simple," Mercury Morrison replied. "You see, we got reason to believe that this dude has one weakness. One real weakness. It's for sexy, good-lookin' women. Since you're the sexiest-lookin' gal we've got on this here force, and since you've got quite a bit of experience under your belt workin' some pretty tough beats, well, you can put two and two together."
"You figure I'm the one to trap this guy?"
"I figure maybe you're the one that he'll want to get trapped by. Least in a certain way. After that, after you get to know this dude, then the wheels are all gonna go into motion. I mean, you gotta get to know him real well. Damned well."
At that point the Chief of Police excused himself, explaining that he had a luncheon meeting scheduled with one of the leading public officials in the city. It was just as well. This whole conversation was beginning to embarrass Alma. Mercury Morrison had a reputation for being blunt and up front.
Mercury slid his angular body downward on top of a chair, then stretched his legs over the Chief's desk. Once again Alma couldn't help but get excited by him, particularly as she observed him restlessly sliding his lean, sensuously firm thighs across the Chief's desk. He was a shade darker than herself, and exceedingly handsome, with those sharply penetrating eyes always focusing in the direction of the person to whom he was talking. It was a tough combination, listening to all of the important details being revealed while the sensual side of her was reeling, just begging for an opportunity to engage in some brisk, stimulating sex with this handsome man. Mercury, like herself, was a divorcee, but whereas her divorce was more recent, Mercury had been single for quite a few years. He was regarded as a lone wolf, nobody's man, and so thoroughly dedicated to his work that others in the department were left amazed and almost in disbelief.
He began to reveal more details, and as he did, he started gesturing animatedly with his hands.
"Here's the way it goes," he said. "This guy's got a weakness for women. That's the one thing we figure is gonna bring him out in the open. And that's why we need you. You gotta get acquainted with him, and once we decide he's the man, then you gotta keep turnin' him on."
"I'm not sure I like the way this sounds," Alma frowned. "You're sayin' I gotta really play up to this guy? I mean, go to bed with him?"
He looked at her for several moments, pausing reflectively, finally responding.
"'Fraid so, Alma," he said. "I don't like playin' the game this way, either. It's just that we can't let this go by. There are too many poor kids doomed on the streets because of this son-of-a-bitch. He got people screwed up in Denver and Albuquerque, and probably a few other places as well. We can't let it go by the boards. I mean, I haven't even told you the hardest part yet. I've been savin' that."
"You might as well spill it now," Alma sighed. "Okay, here's the kind of scene we got mapped out. We wanna pick a person from The Dusters who's a man-trap, but we're not gonna make her any street hooker or anything like that. We put Out the word through our sources that this is the sexiest call girl in all of Albuquerque, but, I mean, if you want to get to her, you gotta have plenty of bread. Money talks with this girl, and if a guy's got it, she'll put out."
"I'm a dedicated policewoman, but I can't stand this kind of crap," Alma erupted angrily, her lips twisting angrily. "This is one hell of an assignment."
"Alma, I feel for you, believe me I do," Mercury Morrison held up a cautioning hand.
"Sounds like it. You masterminded this thing. I'm sure of that. Sounds just like you."
"Hold on now, come on, hold on," Mercury shook his head. "I didn't dream it up alone, but I had a hand in it. I'll be honest with you. Right up front, like I always am."
"Goon."
"Okay, I figured it would be a good idea. Too good for us to pass up. I also figured somethin' else. I figured you're as dedicated a policewoman as we've got. I mean, you wanna nail these bastards just like I do. Why the hell did we call this group The Dusters anyway? Because we wanna dust these cats, I mean, finish 'em off. Put 'em behind bars so they can't feed off our young people. Make fortunes while they screw up people's lives. Can't you see it that way, Alma? I know you can. You gotta see it for the overall. When we were talkin' about this, the Chief said that he knew you weren't gonna be happy about it. He said he couldn't blame you. I told him you'd go along with it. Matter of fact, I kinda assured him."
"How were you able to make assurances for me?"
"'Cause I figure I'm a pretty good judge of people, and I figure that I know you pretty well."
"Maybe not as well as you think," she snapped. "Mercury, you got the idea that you know everything. Yeah, I sure get that feeling."
"No, not everything, but like I said, I figure I know plenty about people. I've seen you work before and I've been responsible for pushin' you up in the ranks, givin' you more challenging assignments. Some of 'em have been tough, damn tough, and you didn't even flinch. So I figured when I told the Chief that you'd do it, once you knew how important this whole assignment was, I'd be right. You'd say yes. I'm still convinced you're gonna. It's just gonna take a little while for the shock to wear off. I mean, the shock of what's expected."
"Mercury, you got cool, you got style," she sighed with exasperation. "I've gotta give you that. I mean, after that big build-up, and the way you explained this whole thing, I'd have to be the world's biggest asshole if I didn't go along. I guess you figured the same thing."
"Naw, I'm not gonna say nothin' that strong," Mercury smiled broadly for the first time in the discussion. "I just realize you're dedicated, honey. Anyway, you're the big time prostitute here in Albuquerque. You just came here from Vegas. We got you set up with a whole new working operation. You ain't gonna be called Alma for your clients. You're gonna be called Dusty, and that's a good name, 'cause you're workin' for The Dusters. We can have our little laugh. They're not gonna know anythin' about it."
"How am I gonna get my customers?" Alma looked at him with a certain measure of disbelief. It was all hitting her much too fast.
"That's real simple," he smiled. "You're a smart enough girl to figure that one out."
"You sayin' that you're gonna be my pimp?"
"That's the general idea," Mercury laughed. "We got a house all picked out for you. A nice posh, three-bedroom place. Yeah, game room, den, the whole works. When we ain't busy workin', maybe you and me can shoot a few games of pool."
"This whole thing is just too much," she shook her head. "Needless to say, we start right away."
"You know how it is when we announce an operation for The Dusters," Mercury Morrison nodded. "We're off to the races. Let's hope we nail this dude and nail him fast. I want him. Been chasin' him a long time. Oh, he's shrewd, real shrewd. But he ain't gonna be shrewd enough to outwit all of us, is he?"
"No, he's not."
"That's the girl," his grin broadened. "I knew I could count on you. I knew the force could count on you. You'll do it, you'll get the job done. Yep, with the two of us goin' to work together, this son-of-a-bitch don't have a chance, no matter how smart he might think he is."
It was just five days following that meeting in the Chief's office and now the wheels had been completely put into motion. The highly capable Mercury Morrison had assumed the identity of Turkey Scott, a successful pimp who had moved from Las Vegas with the prize girl in his stable, a beautiful ex-topless dancer who goes by the name of Dusty. Dusty was none other than the beautiful Alma, and Mercury had seen fit to provide her with the beautiful three-bedroom home that he had promised, which was situated in the prestigious Four Hills section of the city. As for her automobile, she was provided with a white Chevrolet Corvette while Mercury, on the other hand, was driving a brand new black Cadillac Seville. He took an apartment several miles from the beautiful three-bedroom brick home where she was staying. To make matters look as authentic as possible, Mercury would visit her on a regular basis. During those occasions, however, he would keep matters strictly in the business realm, relating what was going on in the operation.
This particular evening he left following a discussion of a possible suspect, a man from Detroit who made it abundantly clear to Mercury that he wanted to get acquainted with Dusty. She had been provided with all kinds of seductive clothing as a means of further enticing the right man. Once that there was a determination made that contact had been established with the right individual, at that point an elaborate electronic surveillance operation was set to be put into motion in the beautiful brick structure in the fashionable Four Hills section.
It made the beautiful, light-complexioned Negro girl extremely nervous to contemplate having sex, probably the next day, with a complete stranger. Not only would he be a stranger, but somebody who thought of her as a high-priced prostitute. In addition, he just might be one of the top narcotics king pins in the Western United States.
The whole thing made her nervous enough to begin with, but what bothered her even more was the thought that Mercury Morrison was treating her as a complete equal as far as their assignment was concerned, but was, on the other hand, apparently not thinking one iota of her in the romantic domain.
She lay stretched out on the huge, heart-shaped bed. Mirrors hung on all sides of the spacious bedroom, and as she lay there stretched out in her lacey white bikini panties, the beautiful, sensually alluring Alma stared at her luscious, ripe body from every angle of the room.
The longer that she looked, the easier it was to understand just why they had selected her for the assignment. She was extremely erotic in appearance, and it burned her up that Mercury was one of the few men who had failed to hunger after her body. She recalled the numerous occasions recently wherein she had had to coldly turn down propositions advanced by numerous men, while on other occasions their boldness stopped just short of that point. But Mercury, the man she would have eagerly spread her legs for, had not made even so much as a pass.
Her eyes initially travelled to her face, where she analyzed her small nose, her almond-shaped eyes, and her thickly sensuous lips.
After that she let her eyes survey her strands of beautiful, flowing black hair. As she lay there stretched out on the bed, she looked for all intent and purposes like a restless panther.
Alma's eyes then carefully appraised the rest of her, and as she stared lengthily at her sleekly seductive body, she could see why so many men had set their sights on her, operating in the manner of shrewd hunters zeroing in on their hopefully vulnerable prey.
As she lay there sprawled out on her back in the middle of the bed, her lean form never looked riper or more succulent. Her thighs were long and sensuously trim, her breasts both firm and resilient, not overly large, but containing a good deal of exquisite, shapely allure.
Suddenly her trembling fingers reached out as she sought to free herself from the confining material of her brassiere. As her fingers swiftly moved, she thought about Mercury, imagining his slim, well-proportioned form lying naked before her. She could see the huge bulge between his legs, his rock-hard brown cock, which was eager for immediate action.
As her quivering fingers fumbled for several tense seconds against her bra straps, her heart began to pound sensuously. She hated the frustrations she had been encountering with Mercury, and that seemed to hurt even more than the knowledge that she would shortly be going to bed with a man she did not know and would probably learn to despise.
With one quick, flicking movement of her fingers, her silky white brassiere tumbled with rapid downward flight to the floor. Now she could study those sturdy, eye-popping lustrous melons that had driven so many men into a state of unrelenting sexual madness. There they were, jutting proudly forward with unmistakable firmness, accented by her distended nipples, which cascaded out of her brown breast flesh in a spontaneous erotic symphony.
She proudly propped her rigid boobs upward promptly as her sleek brown body continued to lie stretched out on the bed, looking for every purpose like a recoiling, dazzling, lithe and restless sexual animal waiting to spring into action.
As she examined the shapely contours of her firm, ripe breasts, she couldn't suppress the smile that suddenly surfaced on her lips as she jiggled them slightly from side to side. She thought about her ex-husband Herb, and how many times he had pantingly begged to see her jiggle her tits in the preliminary stages preceding erotic sex, just before he lashed his body forward and prepared to thoroughly ravage and dominate every inch of her tempestuous body.
Her shapely brown breasts danced dazzlingly with unrestrained vigor for several uninterrupted moments before she brought her cascading upper body movements to a swift halt.
Alma's darting eyes danced downward to her soft yet firmly curvaceous legs. She thought of the many times that she had entwined them around the sweaty, naked body of a trembling Herb, who would pantingly announce just how much he needed her. But she didn't want to think anymore about Herb. No, now Mercury returned to her mind, and she envisioned herself wrapping her legs around his body.
Instinctively the lower half of Alma's exquisitely proportioned body started to rotate with rhythmic precision in the same manner in which she had earlier freed her firm, jutting boobs in the same kind of uninhibited exercise.
At first the beautiful, light-complexioned Negro woman examined her slowly parting, perfectly tapered, smooth thighs. As her body danced from side to side, her eyes focused on another part of her symmetrically perfect anatomy which had jolted so many leering males to an instant state of pure animal lust. She stared at her shapely, firm ass cheeks, separated from total freedom only by the wafer-thin strands of her white panites. Each time that she wiggled her protruding buttocks she thought about how much she would like to taunt and excite Mercury, daring him to reach out and take charge of things with his powerful fingers, to grab hold of her firm, smooth, trembling buttocks.
As her electrified body darted and danced with greater desire and sensual awareness than ever, her alert eyes observed the soil stains on her filmy panties and the tiny telltale droplets of cuntal seepage which had eased slowly from her panties and trickled down her left leg. Just one brief look at the moist tributary imprinted on her leg made her realize just how stirred up she was and how necessary it was to remove her panties immediately, freeing herself from the last vestige of confining influence separating her from complete and exhilarating nakedness.
She wondered momentarily whether she was going mad. This beautiful woman, who had men panting after her all the time, was forced to derive her satisfaction from getting it off in a fantasy session, by thinking about the handsome, determined undercover officer beneath whose command she was currently laboring. Yes, there he was, a heavily panting Mercury, there before her, ready to completely take command. How she wished that he actually was, but since he couldn't be there in reality, she could at least think about it, contemplate the magnificence of his firm, naked, athletically trim body.
The magnificently endowed Negro woman's body stiffened and the simmering urges within her intensified as her fingers boldly moved downward toward her crotch. Her excited, quivering fingers grabbed hold of the elastic waistband of her panties with one sweepingly dramatic movement.
Alma let out a whimper as she quickly tugged at her panties. After the whimper faded out, the only sound that she could hear in the otherwise stillness of the dark, silent night, was that of her silky panties sliding slowly but surely down her firm legs, which trembled with rising desire as her eyes focused on the initial appearance of her naked cunt, now free of the confining panties which had previously constrained it from attaining the unbounded freedom it now enjoyed.
Her rapidly widening eyes examined every soft, shiny, raven-colored strand of her pubic hair. She stared at her seethingly moist mound, her wetly matted pubic hairs possessing inflamed desire all their own, and after focusing on them for several precious seconds, her eyes continued to travel as she took a long, steady glimpse at the receptacle of pink vaginal softness that resided between her widely extended legs.
"OOOHHH, DAMNED, OOOHHH, I'M WET, WET, DRIPPING WET," she heaved a loud gasp after taking a long look at her fleecy wet pubic curls and the drippingly soft, inviting pink slit which rested just beneath them.
Overcome with rapidly mounting lust, consumed with an insatiable desire to please herself at this moment of intimate lustful privacy, her heart raced like a triphammer as she reached down and let her supercharged fingers slide smoothly against her gooey, viscous juices, which covered her moist pubic curls.
"OOOHHH, DAMNED, OOOHHH, I'M ON FIRE, ON FIRE, ON FIRE," she gulped arousedly. "OOOHHH, MAYBE I'M CRAZY, OOOHHH, MAYBE I AM, BUT I'M REALLY TURNING ON. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHH, IT'S GREAT."
The naked inferno within her rose to a wild crescendo as she extended her nakedly splayed legs, parting them with wicked sensuality, no longer caring about the low opinion she might otherwise hold of herself for letting her body go in such a wanton carnal fashion.
The only thing that mattered to Alma at that sublime moment was satisfying her own burning sexual urges, and as she extended her sweltering, perspiration-dampened legs a little more, her fingers wickedly slithered inside of her gaping, drippingly moist pussy as she began to glide them slowly but surely against the quivering warmth of her clitoris.
Alma's trim, magnificently propotioned form jackknifed with thundering desire as she whimpered and gasped, toying with the node of her sensitive clitoris for several more sensuous finger strokes. She then swiftly moved the swirling sex activity onward to the fiery crevices of her fleshy, hair-fringed fissure, which moved inevitably to the piercing moment when the juices would flow in a torrential downpour of naked passionate arousal from her sensitive slit and into her fingers.
"OOOHHH, MERCURY, OOOHHH, I NEED YOU, I NEED YOU, I NEED YOU," she cried out, her flailing hips dancing in a whirlpool of passionate frenzy as she moved closer to the moment when the searing geyser of cuntal nectar would splash from her explosive cunt.
She quickly braced herself, her firm legs dancing with uninhibited desire as the juices prepared to flow. After a series of wild moans in which her wiggling her ass cheeks ground stirringly against the crisp white bed sheets beneath her, the thundering droplets of seething female nectar shot like a bolt of lightning from her inflamed pussy, splashing frenziedly into her hand, then spilling their lewd liquid contents onto her legs and against the bed.
As the beautiful Alma's panting, lustful body squirmed and her restless ass cheeks continued their constant shifting, she reached down once more with her trembling hand, now slickened heavily with moisture from the eruption of her wildly flowing pussy juices.
This time, as her surging, sweat-dampened hips moved quicker than ever and her searing brown thighs parted some more, she closed her eyes and began fantasizing about her bronze hero, the handsome Mercury, in more graphic terms than ever.
She saw his strong, panting body completely taking charge of her as his stiff, stoutly determined cock rammed hard and fast into the wetness of her tight, damp cunt.
All the while her fingers moved with steady determination against her moist, invigorated pink slit. As her squishy fingers kept finding their way deeply into her soggy, sizzling cunt, she closed her eyes.
The brown-skinned beauty's lusty, naked body twisted and churned as she sighed searingly, closing her eyes and envisioning the hard, driving cock of Mercury Morrison moving ever deeper into the tightness of her inflamed pussy.
"OOOHHH, COME ON, FUCK ME, FUCK ME," she called out, her breath hissing with lascivious desire. "DARLING, SCREW ME, SCREW ME, SLAM IT IN ME."
His tense, invigorated body pushed forward in snake-like earnestness as he resolutely shoved his stout, steaming, prodding male member vigorously between her flowing, nakedly splayed thighs and toward her moist, itchy cuntal walls, which breath ed their own sweltering fires of effortless desire.
Alma's firm, writhing brown ass cheeks tilted upward in readiness for the impending attack by his stiff, swollen male cudgel.
She observed the handsome, bronze-skinned man's body tighten some more. Her flouncing, trim buttocks began to wiggle with ever greater rapidity and desire as she prepared to receive his surging manhood up between her sweltering legs and into the forbidden pink portals of her already dewy moist cuntal lips, which were begging for orgasm, touched off by the sensuous inner tornado that she felt tugging incessantly at her throbbing clitoris.
As Alma braced herself once more, she observed her erect lover reach swiftly downward toward his fiery crotch. She watched the swelling desire that was evidenced in his rising, hairy testicles, then permitted her eyes to shift their attention quickly to his mammoth, scorching cock, which she knew was perfectly capable of overwhelming her with its brisk, controlled erotic brutality that would alternately pain and please her as it launched into a tempestuous sea of hellish phallic fury.
Alma panted loudly as she urgently stroked the full length of his lust-bloated, inflamed spear while he unswervingly fixed his eyes toward her gaping naked cunt, which was throbbingly anticipating the first thrilling, jolting stabs that he would send her way.
She thrust her wiggling body forward to meet his first piercing movement after Mercury briskly brought his smooth finger efforts to a grinding halt.
He rocked his hips with wild desire, letting his stirring shaft drive with swelling urgency into the inner tightness of her compacted pussy walls, which tensed dramatically to accommodate every lusting inch of his searing manhood.
Mercury liked the way that she lasciviously twisted her legs around his body, wiggling her buttocks suggestively as she responded to every superb drilling movement that he sent forth with his blistering, incessantly driving tool.
With every sharp, rocking movement that Mercury's churning body made as the bruising contact continued, the quicker that his lover in turn ground her hips and buttocks in perfect symmetry to the erotic symphony that was taking place.
As Alma's pussy walls tightened in dramatic response to the swift, driving movements that her lover's thundering prick was making into the moist inner depths of her feminine womb, she would periodically grimace in reaction to the driving attack that she continued to receive, one that would steadily build until scalding droplets of thick, white penis fluid would spurt from his swollen balls and splash from the sensitive, resolute tip of his sturdy prick and into her fiery, twisting cunt.
Her shapely brown buttocks bounced and twisted rhythmically as she lay there gasping in the middle of the bed. While her fantasies continued, she slid her fingers into the moist, intimate portals of her soggy, dampened cunt. She loved making the intimate contact that took place, but all the while she kept on thinking about the driving, rock-hard prick that was slashing speedily and unimpededly into her searing cunt.
"OOOHHH, WHAT A MAN," she gulped. "MERCURY, OOHHH, DARLING, I WANT YOU. OOOHHH, KEEP ON FUCKING ME. KEEP DRIVING YOUR HARD PRICK INSIDE ME. OHHHHH, OOOOOH, I WANT IT, I WANT IT, OOOHHH, HOW I WANT IT. OOOOHHHH, AAAHHHH, IT'S BEAUTIFUL, OOOHHH, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME."
She closed her eyes, clenching more tightly than before, heaving a prolonged sigh as her sturdy, resilient ass globes wiggled vigorously while the warm, wet droplets of her gushing womanly fluid bolted in a flash from her wildly invigorated love nest and into her hand.
As the droplets of pussy goo kept on spurting down her legs the beautiful Alma's aroused body jerked quicker than ever as she vividly envisioned her lover driving his tumid shaft into the innermost depths of her captivated cunt.
"JUICE, COME ON, DARLING, FUCK ME, FUCK ME," she panted. "OOOHHH, EXPLODE INSIDE ME. COME ON, I WANT YOUR JUICES INSIDE ME."
Her heart continued to pound as she observed his stiff, rapidly driving cock descending one last time into the wetness of her seething pussy.
As her legs kicked back and forth and her toes curled, she saw the escaping pellets of thick, white liquid shooting from the end of his torrid cock and into her twisting snatch.
"OOOHHH, DID YOU EVER FUCK ME," she gulped. "OHHHHH, WHAT A BEAUTIFUL SCREW YOU ARE. OHHHH, CAN YOU EVER FUCK. OOOHHH, ARE YOU EVER GOOD AT IT, AAAHHH, WHAT A SCREW, OHHHH, WHAT A BEAUTIFUL SCREW."
Moments later she returned from the magnificent world of fantasy, in which the man of her dreams, Mercury Morrison, had fucked her pussy, all the way back to the tense matters of the moment, a difficult period in which she would soon be meeting a strange man and making her debut as a high-priced call girl.
Suddenly sadness began to overtake her on a major scale. She found herself lapsing into a period of self-pity in which she threw her hands over her eyes and sobbed.
"It's a crazy world, a damned crazy world," she shook her head. "Here I am becoming a hooker:! Oh, damned, I sure hope nothing awful happens."
CHAPTER TWO
The following day was warm and Alma was sunning herself in the spacious back yard, looking out over the Four Hills that rested behind her house, when the telephone rang.
Alma felt the tittering sensation of butterflies in her stomach as she walked briskly into the house and answered the telephone. She knew that Mercury would be calling to inform her of where things stood.
"Alma, Mercury here," he said in a brisk, authoritative voice.
"Yeah, Mercury. What's up?"
"I'm calling from the lobby of the Albuquerque Inn," he told her. "Yeah, our live one is in Room 604. He's keepin' me entertained with lots of conversation and Scotch. He's a real womanizer, all right, at least so he says. That's all he's talkin' to me about, in fact."
"So this is our man?" her stomach tightened some more.
"We're hopin' he's the right one, Alma. Maybe after you fill him full of some good liquor and sex he might talk a little more freely. Then we'll know a little bit more about where things stand."
"Okay, so how do I fit in and where?"
"He's a real particular womanizer, this guy. Name is Baker, Larry Baker. Anyway, he said he's not gonna take my word for it about my prostitute being the best in all of Albuquerque. Hell, I was even tellin' him that you were the best in the West. That includes Vegas and all other points. He said that naturally I'd be sayin' that because you were my girl. I told him you could prove it."
"You talk with such confidence about a complete amateur," she said with a tone of bitterness.
"I know, Alma, it ain't gonna be easy, but buck up. Like I said before, it's all in a good cause."
"Thank you, General."
"Don't mention it. Anyhow, he says he wants to see you first. Talk to you. Get a little eyeful before he commits himself one way or the other."
"A John playing hard to get."
"Something like that. So he wants to invite you up to his place for a drink. So get your pretty little bottom into that leopard-skin outfit that I picked out for you."
"Oh, yeah, that's a real man trap outfit if I ever saw one. I guess if I can't turn him on in that I can't turn him on at all."
"Don't worry. You'll turn him on. Especially in that outfit. By the way, you don't need to wear a brassiere. You know, give him a real good view."
"Yeah. I'll just sew the thing on me. Hell, it's so tight that that's probably the only way I'll get it on to begin with."
"So get over here just as soon as possible. Don't forget. Put on some of that expensive French perfume, too. Turn him on all the way."
"Look, Mercury. I'm a very shrewd policewoman. I've also been very well rehearsed. We don't have to go over these same old details again."
"Okay. So I'll be seein' you in a few minutes."
"What room number was that?"
"Room 604."
"Okay. Got it. See you then."
A few minutes later a fearful Alma had climbed into the sexy attire that Mercury Morrison had picked out for her. She couldn't help but admit that she looked about as tempting in that outfit as anything that was possible for her. She stood there with her hands on her hips, looking into the mirror for several moments, admiring the curvature of her thighs and the voluptuous cleavage of her breasts. She dabbed some perfume behind her ears, then got into her Corvette and drove down the highway heading for the center of town.! The Albuquerque Inn, situated at the corner of Third and Marquette, was a new structure, a hotel she had always thought of as posh. It represented Albuquerque's finest as far as she was concerned, and so, when Mercury had told her that this man she would be meeting, one Larry Baker, was staying there, it couldn't help but make her think that maybe he was a free wheeling big spender, and, just maybe, he was the man that they were looking for, the narcotics kingpin.
Her knees were knocking by the time that she arrived at the sixth floor. On the way from the parking lot to the hotel she had been whistled at by three Chicago teenagers in a car, and as she walked into the lobby of the hotel, she observed several well-dressed men staring at her with lusty desire. She really was a man trap in that outfit, and she felt so vulnerable in it that she could hardly wait to get this whole ordeal over with, then go back home, where she could take it off. Yes, she had a beautiful body, of which she was justifiably proud, but she hated to advertise it. Alma hated the fact that she was stared at to such an extent whenever she was wearing anything as alluring as the outfit that she had on.
She knocked on the door of Room 604. A bulky, broad-shouldered, round-faced black man stared at her smilingly as he opened the door.
"Yeah, you must be Dusty, right?" he asked, his eyes dancing in merriment.
"That's right."
"Well, come right on in," he said. "There's a party goin' on in here."
"There is?"
"That's right. We're startin' in right now in your honor. Ain't that right, Turkey?" She observed the cool, calculating Mercury Morrison sitting in a chair. He nodded, taking a long sip from his drink.
"That's right," Turkey said. "This is the best little ole gal you're ever gonna find, Larry. I mean, if she can't stand your old pecker on end, then nobody can."
"I believe it, I really believe it," he grinned. "How about a Scotch and water, honey?"
"Fine, thank you," she said, sliding into a chair next to Mercury.
For the next few minutes they chatted amiably about Albuquerque. Larry Baker was telling them about some of the restaurants where he had enjoyed dining. After that, once the small talk was gotten out of the way, Larry settled quickly into the matter at hand.
"Turkey's been tellin' me you've got a real groovy pad out there in the four Hills section," Larry grinned.
"That's right."
"Yeah, a friend of mine used to own a place over there. Real nice area. Really like it."
"Yeah, I like it."
"Love to see your place. Bet it's real nice."
"When do you want to come over?" she stared at him longingly, hating herself for what she had to do.
"Oh, that's just what I was thinkin' about," Larry Baker's face lit up in a smile. "I was figurin' on maybe comin' over tonight about eight. I mean, I've got me a business appointment earlier. Generally I'd figure on bein' longer, but I'm gonna cut it short. I mean, I'd cut any appointment short for you, honey."
"How nice of you to say," she smiled demurely.
"So would eight o'clock be fine?"
"Oh, yeah, I'll be expecting you."
"That's good, real good. Okay, honey, then I'll be seein' you then. Say, Turkey, you're all right. You know, you weren't exaggerating one bit. This woman's everything you said she was."
"Like I told you, man. I'm not one of these people who believes in jivin'."
"No, I can sure see that."
Mercury and Alma left the hotel a few minutes later. As they were riding the elevator down to the ground floor, Mercury shattered the silence.
"What do you think of him?" he asked.
"Professionally or personally?"
"I mean personally. Professionally we don't know enough to say for sure, but like I said, we figure there's a pretty good chance."
"Personally I think he's a son-of-a-bitch. It's gonna be as hard as hell to go to bed with him."
"Yeah, I was figurin' you'd say that. A real blowhard. I can't stand the bastard, but, like I said before, it's all in a good cause."
"You don't need to say that anymore. I'm get-tin' tired of hearin' it."
"I suppose you are. I'll tell you what you oughtta wear. Wear that silky white robe that we got for you and just wear your panties underneath that. That'll get him. That'll turn him on."
"I'm sure it will."
"And pop open a fresh bottle of champagne. Price he's payin', he's gonna be expectin' that."
"How much is that?"
"I told him you're a grand-a-night girl. I said I don't deal in any of this cheap sex. It's first-class ass all the way."
"I wonder if he'll want to look at any of the dirty movies in the den."
"I don't know, but give him a chance. We got the ole projector all set up and you've got lots of film."
"So whatever his pleasure happens to be, I'll give him. I mean, providing it's not too kinky. I mean, what if this son-of-a-bitch comes on with whips and all that jazz?"
"Protect yourself, honey, without turnin' him off. I know that that's easier said than done."
"You're damned right it is," she snarled sarcastically.
"You're gonna do all right. You're gonna do just fine."
They walked into the parking lot together and then separated company.
"Good luck, honey, and I'll be comin' to see you tomorrow at ten," he told her.
"Hope this things comes off all right tonight," she gave him a worried look. "I don't like this guy. It's gonna be tough. But one way or another, we've gotta nab this drug dealer."
"That's the way to talk, honey."
Mercury smiled warmly, then walked away. The warmth of his smile alone was enough to practically melt her heart. How she hated the prospect of having sex with Larry Baker and having to recount some of her experiences with him the next day to the man who really meant something to her, the man that she would like to be entertaining with champagne this particular evening.
She meticulously prepared for Larry Baker's grand entrance. Alma took a long shower, after which she doused her body with plenty of seductive perfume. She then eased into a pair of filmy red bikini panties with matching brassiere. Then, finally, she slid the silky white robe over her shoulders and tied the sash in the middle. She stepped into her matching white slippers, then put on some soft Roberta Flack sounds on the stereo, awaiting the hour of eight o'clock.
At just a few minutes past eight she heard the sound of a car pulling to a stop in her circular driveway. She looked out the window and observed the huge figure of Larry Baker emerging from his rented Ford Granada.
He stepped jauntily as he moved toward the front door. She stood in the doorway, waiting for him to ring the doorbell. After he did so, she waited for several seconds before answering the door. When she did so, she was able to barely manage a smile.
"Hello there," she sighed breathily in the manner in which she had been rehearsed to perform. Mercury and several other members of The Dusters had coached her lengthily on how a high-priced call girl should behave.
"Well hello there, beautiful," he grinned. "Gonna ask me in?"
"Why not?"
He walked past her into the dimly lit living room, listening to the soft sounds of Roberta Flack and staring out the window at the lights of Albuquerque.
"What a groovy pad you've got," Larry Baker grinned. "Just the kind of place I'd expect a successful working girl to have."
They shared a chuckle, after which she spoke.
"How about some champagne?" Alma asked.
"Thought you'd never ask, honey."
"Just make yourself comfortable while I'm pourin' it."
He slid his body into the leather sofa next to the stereo console, watching her as she moved her body with slow grace toward the wet bar, where she proceeded to pour herself and her guest glasses of champagne.
"To your health," he toasted her.
"Good luck."
Their glasses clinked and they gulped down the contents of the champagne.
"Would you like another glass?" she asked.
"No, I'd like to move on to other things. More pressing matters," he told her.
"Fine. You know, I've got some real sexy movies. How'd you like to go in the den and watch one? I mean, no matter what your preference might be, I've got it."
"I'm not thinkin' of movies, honey," he shook his head emphatically. "I'm thinkin' of the real thing. That's what I want. I'm thinkin' of the sexy gal by the name of Dusty. That's who I'm thinkin' about right now. Nothin' else. Why look at movies when you got the real thing right here?"
Her heart sank. The inevitable moment was rapidly surfacing. Dusty knew that it had to occur. It was just that she had hoped to postpone the inevitable. She didn't realize it until he uttered his response, but she had been hoping he would accept the bait and look at some sexy movies prior to loosening up and engaging in sex. But no, here was a man who did not believe in fooling around, and as she stared down at his trousers she observed the huge bulge in his crotch. It indicated just how excited he was, and how ready he was for immediate action.
She watched as he jumped up quickly from the sofa. He reached down with his right hand, rubbing his fingers over his crotch, letting them scrape against the firmness of his huge, fleshy penis, which resided beneath his trousers and shorts.
"Oh, yeah, I'm a restless man, damned restless," he said. "You know, I'm a guy who approves of the finer things of life. Tell you what I wanna do, honey. I wanna check out your bedroom. I'll bet an artistic woman like you, somebody who dresses in such a nice robe and has such a groovy pad, would just have a nice, beautiful bedroom. Am I right?"
"Rather than answerin' you, wouldn't it be better if I just showed you, Larry?"
"Oh, yeah, I'm all for that, am I ever for that," Larry laughed. "Come on, honey. You show me the way."
He walked behind her as she proceeded slowly up the stairs, wiggling her ass cheeks in the same seductive manner in which she had been drilled to by Mercury. Larry licked his lips with lascivious appreciation, watching every movement of this bronzed-skinned beauty as she led him up to the second-floor bedroom.
"Hey, I dig all these sexy mirrors," he laughed.
He stared out the huge picture window, observing the mountains beyond and, in the other direction, the lights of the city.
"Glad you like it."
"I like the girl the place belongs to even better," he winked.
With that Larry Baker reached down with his right hand, promptly unzipping his trousers. He reached inside his shorts and plucked out his long, ebony shaft, which he proceeded to manipulate his fingers up and down against. She watched the way that his fingers pushed against the warm flesh, and the longer that he fingered his firm, ripe cock, the broader that he grinned.
"This is my kind of action," Larry Baker told her. "You see, like I said, no need foolin' around. I mean, with some people it takes 'em all kinds of time to just say somethin' simple like, 'Let's fuck.' With me, I don't believe in wastin' no time on preliminaries, especially when I'm around somebody as beautiful as you. I say let's get right into it. That's the way I feel. So what I'm gonna do, honey, is I'm gonna give you a treat. Yeah, I'm gonna take off all my clothes, and let you see this big, beautiful body of mine, just like you're lookin' at my cock right now. Then you know what I'm gonna do?"
"No," she replied, shaking her head.
"I'm gonna take off that robe of yours. Then I'm gonna pull off whatever you got on underneath it. You got on panties and bra?"
"Yes, I do."
"That's good. That's good because I love the thrill of pullin' that stuff off. Oh, yeah, you and me are gonna get along just fine. That Turkey's quite a guy. He landed himself quite a chick. Okay, honey, now it's time for me to give you a little bit of a treat."
Larry Baker winked. She felt like turning and running out of the room or, worse yet, tearing into the bathroom and throwing up. She hated this man's supreme egotism. He behaved as if he did consider himself to be god's gift to women. She could see that, at least in some basic respects, he seemed to fit the mold of the womanizer who also engaged in narcotics.
"Just lie stretched out there on that bed," he grinned. "Kick off those slippers first."
Alma Norman slid out of her slippers, then stretched out in the middle of the huge, heart-shaped bed, watching as Larry Baker proceeded to remove his clothes. He quickly took off his jacket, tossing it onto a nearby chair, following which he climbed out of his shirt.
Eventually he pulled off his trousers and removed his shorts, standing before her with great pride, showing off his naked body. It was a whole lot firmer than what she expected. She could see that he was just a big man with a rather bulky frame, but one that contained a significant amount of muscle. He stuck his chest out and held his hands against his sides for several moments.
"You see what you're gettin'?" he smiled grinningly. "You're gettin' a whole lot of man, honey. Now I'm gonna really have some fun. I'm gonna take off everything you got on. Oh, yeah, what a body. I can hardly wait to see you completely naked. Oh, honey, you really are somethin'."
CHAPTER THREE
Alma kept staring at the ponderous figure of Larry Baker as he moved swiftly toward her.
"Oh, damned, what a woman," he gulped. "I'm gonna strip you, honey. You're gonna have a guy make wild love to you. Oh, yeah, am I ever gonna turn you every way but lose, sweetheart."
He threw himself down on top of the huge bed, panting loudly as he reached out and began to impatiently manipulate his fingers against the sash of her robe.
After untying the sash, he pulled the robe free, then let it slide off of her arms and downward toward the rug next to the bed.
As he got his first look at the magnificent form of the bronze-skinned beauty, his eyes widened as he licked his lips with mounting appreciable lust.
"OOOHHH, DAMNED, WHAT A BODY," he sighed. "I KNEW IT WAS GONNA BE GOOD, BUT IT'S EVEN BETTER THAN I COULD HAVE IMAGINED IT TO BE. WHAT A BEAUTIFUL BOD. WHAT A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN."
She listened to his loud, insistent panting sounds. For the moment beautiful Alma wanted in the worse way to get up from the bed and run. She wanted no part of this foul-talking behemoth who wanted nothing more than to dominate her in every conceivable manner. For the moment she hated her boss, the business-like Mercury Morrison, who had done such a good job of convincing her of the imperative urgency of having sex with this man.
Soon his fingers were going to work against her brassiere straps. He pulled and tugged at the filmy material, ultimately removing it from her smooth, firmly jutting breasts. As they stood out in all of their dark splendor, he projected his head swiftly downward with one deft swoop, dropping it into the valley that resided between her pendulous breasts.
The still-panting Larry Baker reached out with speed and attentive desire as he sharply wielded his proficiently stabbing, wet, red tongue, letting it move back and forth, gliding it up between her sensuous breasts.
While he unleashed the stored-up energies within him in the form of a quick succession of stiffly plunging tongue movements between her jiggling breasts, she couldn't help but feel a certain measure of sensual enjoyment. Even though she hated Larry Baker, and thought him to be a very crude man, there was something about the skillful manner in which he employed his dexterous tongue that could not help but prompt her to feel waves of dazzling ecstasy. Even though she was trying to tell herself that there was really nothing to what she was feeling, down deep she couldn't help but recognize the burning embers of passion that resided between her slightly quivering legs.
In the beginning her body had tensed nervously under the stimulating onslaught of his seismic tongue blasts, but as he continued his jolting thrusts between her pendulous brown breasts, she began to flip her body instinctively upward to meet his swift, commanding strokes.
The quicker that her body charged as she sought to meet the pulsating tongue thrusts that he sent forth, the louder her searing gasps of breath became as she enjoyed the act of having the area between her firm tits constantly attacked by his stiff, relentlessly probing tongue, which kept increasing its driving pace with every wild stab.
"OOOHHH, WHAT TITS," he gulped between licks. "YOU WANT IT, I CAN TELL THAT."
Of course, Mercury had rehearsed her responses to Larry Baker as well. He had told her how important it was for Larry to feel as if she was completely responding to him. The pattern of the big time drug dealer was one of a man who considered himself to be a highly successful lady killer, somebody who could turn a woman on in every conceivable way.
After leaving a blazing trail of hot saliva between her breasts, the determined Baker then let his sturdy, flicking tongue go to work against her breasts. She continued to fling her body upward to meet his swiftly ravenous strokes as he moved his probing, red digit from breast to breast. The longer that he attacked her tits, the more desirable it became for him to tackle her searing stiff, red nipples as well. So he began pushing his tongue back and forth, teasing the crinkly skin of his distended nipples.
The beautiful, writhing Negro girl began to wonder if she was some kind of wanton bitch. Even though she was trying to tell herself that her responses were engendered by her desire to loosen Larry up and make him feel more at home, she felt that in all probability there was much more to it than that. Yes, she concluded, she actually enjoyed the manner in which his swiftly attentive tongue continued to dominate her with swift, well-measured thrusts.
He finally stilled his rampaging red tongue long enough to cast a long, lewd glance at her trim and sleek brown legs. He then longed to finish the act of undressing her. All that remained between the beautiful bronze-skinned beauty and total nudity was for him to reach down and make a quick lunge for her filmy red bikini panties, which he knew he could pull off in an instant.
With a swift grunt, Larry Baker's stiff, surging fingers shoved forward with determined assertiveness as they made a grab for the pliable material of his lover's wafer-thin panties. He moved his curious fingers around the entire surface of her panties a few times, after which he grabbed hold solidly of the elastic waistband that held them together.
Enjoying the fact that he was firmly in the driver's seat, Larry snapped the elastic against her trim waist, then began to pull down slowly and smoothly, his alert eyes begging to get their first glance at her unadorned womanhood.
As he kept lowering the ever-scraping panties against the bronze-skinned beauty's ever-quivering legs, Larry's heart pounded feverishly as he got his first glance at her nakedly alive pussy.
He licked his lips lasciviously as he examined every smooth tuft of curly black pubic hair, and it pleased him to observe the telltale sign of wet seepage within her matted snatch hairs, indicating that he had implanted a good deal of excitement into her through his aroused tongue slashes.
"SURE ENOUGH, YOU'RE GETTIN' EXCITED," he winked. "OOOHHH, DAMNED I'M HYPNOTIZED BY YOUR PUBIC HAIRS, I'M HYPNOTIZED BY YOUR BEAUTIFUL, PINK PUSSY. OOOHH, I JUST LOVE BEIN' AROUND YOU."
The determined Larry kept lowering her panties until they were down to her feet. Heaving a prolonged sigh, the sensuous Alma then kicked them off, commemorating the fact that she was now totally naked, staring with wide-eyed vulnerability into the face of Larry Baker, who was poised and ready to dominate her with every ounce of sensual energy in his fiery, sex hungry body.
Larry's darting fingers pushed forward as he resolutely hooked them against the trembling flesh of her lusty thighs. He resolutely pried her legs apart, licking his lips as he slowly examined the deliciously enticing sight of her nakedly splayed legs and the pink, juicy twat that resided between then.
His strong, assertive fingers continued to curl solidly around his lover's smooth, trim legs as he began to observe with great interest the dazzling shapeliness of Alma's wiggling buttocks, firmly rounded and vulnerably exposed.
While Larry's driving fingers held on tightly to her smoothly sensuous thighs, he shoved his scorching tongue forward once more. It took Alma totally by surprise as it made its initial penetrating impact up between her searing, wiggling brown ass cheeks and into the pink puckered ring of her anus.
His stiffly probing tongue worked with energetic swiftness and unimpeded desire as it wiggled sharply against her tight, steaming asshole, driving into her sphincter, causing her resilient hips and ass cheeks to bounce and twist in vigorous response to his steady procession of rapid-fire movements.
Never in her entire life had the bronze-skinned beauty received an ass suck, and as Larry's steadily steaming tongue continued to drive its way solidly between the rotating wedge of her electrified ass cheeks and into her sizzling anal cleft, her head began to spin and the entire room began to swirl around and around.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, I DON'T BELIEVE IT, DON'T BELIEVE IT," she heaved a throaty gasp. "MY ASS IS ON FIRE. OHHH, AAAHHH, I CAN'T BELIEVE THESE FEELINGS. OOHH, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT AT ALL."
Larry Baker was not about to abandon his torrid movements at that juncture, particularly now that he was receiving such an unmitigatedly wild response from his heavily panting lover, whose trimly voluptuous form kept bouncing back and forth as she lay there on the floor, receiving passionate attention from her sensuous lover.
The faster that he flicked his driving tongue into the innermost depths of her wiggling ass, the more determined that Larry grew to give her a double dose of wild sensation at the same time. His sturdy fingers slowly released their firm grip on her warm thighs. They then crawled with brisk efficiency as he crisply implanted them against her reeling, wiggling buttocks, which had been responding vigorously from the moment that he embarked upon his wild ass-sucking spree.
A misty sheen of perspiration began to surface on Alma's rapidly writhing body as Larry Baker pinched her firm, salaciously aroused ass cheeks a few times, then slapped at them, watching with mounting joy as they sharply undulated under his brisk slaps. All the while his stiff, jolting tongue continued slashing sharply inside of her thoroughly elated asshole. His astute lingual caresses drove her into a whirlpool of excitement unlike anything she had ever experienced. This was a brand new sensation, one that she had never had occasion to obtain from her ex-husband Herb, and the faster that he twirled with his sharply thrusting tongue, the quicker that her ripe ass cheeks could not help but instinctively respond.
When he eventually turned his tongue loose from Alma's still twisting ass, Larry worked it down between her generously parted, smoothly tapered legs. He was setting his sights on her juicy, pink twat, which had accumulated a good deal of moisture in the last few minutes from all the stirring excitement that the aroused lovers had generated.
His first few slow, exploratory moves were directed toward her moist cuntal hairs. All it took was just a little contact between his well-controlled tongue and her moist pubic hairs and her well-rounded, shapely ass globes were twisting with the same degree of enthusiastic joy as they had before.
He loved watching the steady crescendo of spontaneously generated ass cheek twisting as he kept applying his tongue with ever-rising speed. After letting his soaring tongue slice against her smooth, black, matted pubic locks, he then decided that it was time to dig down a little deeper and explore the forbidden territory of her pink, moist, pouting pussy lips, which seemed to stare up at him like a human being, begging in their own way for the quick, probing attention that they eagerly desired.
As Larry Baker settled his head between the bronze-skinned beauty's soft, supple thighs, he inhaled the fragrant scent of her furry muff for the first time. All he had to do was secure a few quick whiffs of her musky, moist womanhood and his heart began to immediately skip by leaps and bounds. His heart pounded with pulsating swiftness as he began to settle into the appetizing action at hand.
Alma's hips rocked with steady readiness as she braced herself, preparing to receive the first few plunging tongue thrusts from her responsive lover. Even though she had never been ass sucked up until the time that Larry had just done it, there had been numerous occasions when she had spread her legs and allowed Herb to drive his always formidable tongue with swift precision inside her excited slit until the juices sprayed. As a matter-of-fact, often she would allow him to go down on her moist mound as a compromise so that he would not perform some other sex act.
His long, red tongue tensed slightly over the exhilarating prospect of sliding it downward toward her delectable, moist slit. He ran his fingers slowly against her wet pubic vee a few times, then put his savory tongue to work with invigorating glee.
Immediately his lover's firm, sensous hips began dancing eagerly as his stiff, steadily probing, red tongue blasted away, generating additional steam with every stroke, eagerly pursuing his dazzling lover to push closer to the point where he would be able to taste her delicious cuntal droplets.
His damp, steady tongue kept rotating against her slippery, sensually alive slit petals, and soon there was no holding back where either of them was concerned. While his driving tongue kept forging ahead, slicing against Alma's wet pussy, he reached down and moved his fingers briskly against her compact, well-rounded buttocks, which twisted with acute desire as he moved her ever nearer to their mutual goal.
Once again the bronze-skinned beauty began to feel tremendous waves of guilt. This was something strange indeed, enjoying somebody she thought to be crude, perhaps even a drug kingpin. She was beginning to feel more vulnerable every second, reacting in such a wildly satisfying manner to every swift, decisive tongue thrust that he sent inside the moist portals of her hot snatch.
She was getting completely bowled over by every swift, explosive tongue thrust. His skewering tongue twisted and jerked a few more times as it propelled itself inside the sweltering, moist confines of her infatuated orifice.
At long last the beautiful Alma recognized that she could hold out no longer. The dazzling urges overwhelmed her between her damp, trembling legs as she heaved a loud, final gasp.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OOOH," she gulped. "WHAT A FEELING, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, WHAT A GLORIOUS, GLORIOUS FEELING."
The deluge hit as the slick, hot juices splashed eagerly from her cuntal inferno and into her pursuing lover's rapidly thrusting mouth.
Sweat rolled down the beautiful young woman's long, exquisitely tapered thighs as she kept on loudly gasping, her diligent body twisting with ardent desire as she enjoyed the spirited release of her stored-up pussy juices.
"OOOHHH, OHHH, TOO MUCH, TOO MUCH, TOO MUCH," she sighed, her buttocks wriggling with unswerving desire.
"This is just the beginning," Larry smiled confidently. "You're gonna get plenty more from me, honey. Lots more."
His warm, quivering fingers, still wet with sweat, reached down quickly toward his bulging crotch. He tugged hungrily at his huge, blood-engorged spear, proudly holding onto the nub end of it, eager to show Alma what he had in store for her.
"Tell me this prick ain't beautiful," he looked at her and laughed.
She nodded, lying there with her mouth open in amazement, hardly able to comprehend just why and how she had gotten turned on to the extent that she had.
She lay there stretched out helplessly, wondering just what this sexual gymnast would be doing to her next. All she could say was that, based on what had already transpired, he was the kind of man whose actions could back up his words.
He reached down and began to play with her cheeky buttocks, watching as Alma slowly extended her damp, sweaty legs once more.
Larry Baker's scalding, bulging cock pushed forward, determined to thoroughly dominate the warmly sensuous woman with the coal-black hair and the brown, voluptuous body.
As he shoved his dominating penis forward and let it find the mark for the first time inside her moist mound, she let out an animalish mewl and grimaced.
Even though she hated the idea of this panting, sexual wildman getting this intimate with her body, Alma recognized the degree of helplessness that she was forced to endure.
CHAPTER FOUR
As Alma Norman reflected on her present situation, she could once again see Mercury Morrison's determined expression as he told her the imperative urgency, of pleasing a man like Larry Baker, who might well prove to be the person they were looking for.
Her legs shook and beads of perspiration rolled down her. face for several tense moments as the highly aroused, determined Larry Baker pursued her.
She listened to the loud gasping sounds that emanated from him as he pushed his charging cock forward, letting his thickly probing shaft dig deeply into her moist mound. He loved hearing the sounds of the cock and cunt friction, the delicious squishy sounds of his resounding spear tearing deeply into the moistness of her tight cuntal sheath.
His hungry strokes began to cut through her like a knife, and even though she could feel surging waves of pain in her tight pussy from this behemoth's determined and steely strokes, down deep she could not help but feel accelerating waves of excitement. In the beginning she might have hated it so much that she wanted to run away, but now that it was happening to her she was receiving a completely different kind of response. Instead of being repulsed by what was happening, she found her cuntal muscles tightly clasping and snapping as she wove her hips back and forth, letting them undulate under the stirring, passionate strokes that he determinedly sent into her.
Larry's turgid, stiff prick blasted her with unmitigated desire, and soon he began to feel the tumultuous waves of hot juice stored up in his agitated balls and ready to gush from the nub end of his fiery, blast-furnace cock.
He drilled her with seismic urgency a few more times with his rapier organ, then felt the tugging waves of need in his hairy scrotum rising more quickly than before, letting him now know in no uncertain terms that the juices would be inevitably pouring from the solid tip of his sturdily grinding shaft.
He liked the way that her flaring hips moved back and forth as they met his stiff, piston-like moves, and eventually the scalding juices were set to pour out of him.
"OOOHHH, BABY, I'M READY," he gasped.
"OOOHHH, I'M REALLY READY WHEN YOU SWING THAT BEAUTIFUL BUTT AROUND. COME ON, KEEP THAT GORGEOUS ASS OF YOURS MOVING. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, THAT'S NICE, WHAT A BEAUTIFUL ASS. BEST ASS AROUND. OOOHHH, YES, YOU WERE EVERYTHING YOU WERE CRACKED UP TO BE ... AND MORE."
His trembling body continued jackknifing forward with surging, rock-hard desire, and Alma's titillated form started to rock as she felt wildly quivering sensations in her tight, hotly clasping cunt.
She wrapped her warm legs fervently around her stampeding lover's ribs as his dashing, hard prick plunged deep into her cervix as he pushed her that much closer to a wild climax of her own. Her hot breath started to come in increasingly shortening gasps as she rocked her warm, firm, invigorated ass cheeks in response to the charging, decisive movements that he sent into her.
Eventually the blazing juices of womanhood began to pour effervescently from her invigorated cunt, and when her body began to whip with greater pleasure than ever, he knew just how closely he had maneuvered his way to the moment of unswerving desire when the thick, white juices would pour thunderously from his emblazoned shaft.
"OOOHHH, FUCK UP TO ME," he called out with great excitement. "COME ON, OOOHHH, MOVE THAT BEAUTIFUL BODY OF YOURS AROUND. YEAH, WHAT A CUNT, OOOHHH, WHAT A FUCK, OOOHHH, WHAT A WOMAN, WHAT A WOMAN. HOW DAMNED TIGHT YOU ARE. AAAHHH, THAT SNAPPING PUSSY, OOOHHH, IT'S JUST PERFECT. OOOHHH, HOW I LOVE IT, OOOHHH, IT'S GREAT."
He stretched her resilient pussy muscles to the limit, reaching down and fondling her rapidly twisting, warm, tightly constructed ass cheeks as the spurting droplets of his thick, white fluid began to shoot from the end of his devastating shaft.
At first only a few preliminary droplets of seething white cum eased out of the end of his surging, lust-filled tool, but only seconds later the wild deluge was on as the prolific stream of invigorating cock fluid splashed in an act of great devastation inside of Alma's squirming, wet cunt.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, JUST WHAT I WAS WAITING FOR, OOOHHH, WHAT A FUCK," he declared with a note of celebrated triumph. "OOOHHH, KEEP WORKING YOUR HOT ASS. YEAH, I LOVE THAT BUTT ACTION. COME ON, WORK YOUR BEAUTIFUL BUTT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, KEEP FIRING IT UP, OOHHH, MEET MY STROKES. OOOHHH, THAT'S THE WAY I WANT IT, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, IT'S GREAT, FANTASTIC, WHAT A WILD FUCK."
As he eased his now satisfied cock out from between Alma's nakedly splayed legs, he continued to hear sounds of heavy breathing emanating from her. He reached down and soothingly glided his right hand over the velvety smooth skin of her face.
"You're some kind of woman," he winked. "Oh, yeah. You know, I could fuck you all night long. What a woman you are. Come to think of it, I paid for you for the whole night, didn't I?"
"Yes you did."
"Then I guess it's up to me to get plenty of mileage out of this beautiful body," he laughed. "You know, it ain't tough at all to keep on screwing you. Ohhh, yeah, you know, just look at me. Even though I just fucked you, that prick of mine is still standin' pretty tall. It's just gone down a little bit, and it ain't gonna take much to get it back up. Matter of fact, I want you to get it back up for me. How's that sound to you?"
"I'm your loyal subject," she replied.
"Hey, that's what I like to hear," Larry Baker flashed a wide smile. "Okay, loyal subject, just reach down there and start playing with my prick. Play with my prick and play with my balls. Move your fingers around real nice. Oh, yeah, that's what we really want. We want plenty of good hot action. The kind of action that you can give me. If anybody can ever turn a man on, you can. What a woman. Come on, start pumping. Start probing with your fingers. I'm expectin' a good jerk from you."
He extended his thick thighs, watching as the beautiful Alma reached down and let her fingers move slowly and smoothly over the tip of his cock. As she touched his cock head, she observed the manner in which his body twitched. It was obvious that just the mere touch of his cock was enough to send quivers shooting through his body.
"OOOHHH, DAMNED, I'M ALREADY FEELING THE SPARKS," he confirmed gruntingly. "COME ON, OHHHH, KEEP BUSY. MOVE YOUR FINGERS UP AND DOWN, HONEY. MOVE THEM UP AND DOWN MY PRICK. THAT'S WHAT I LIKE. I LIKE EXCITEMENT. THE KIND YOU CAN GIVE ME. THE KIND A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN CAN SUPPLY. AAAHHH, UP AND DOWN, OOHHH, UP AND DOWN. FUCKING'S THE JOY OF MY LIFE. HELL, IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE THAT REALLY COUNTS? NOT FINALLY, AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED."
She watched his entire body begin to wiggle and twist unde the swiftly responsive strokes that her charging fingers sent forth as they moved up and down the firm, steadily elongating base of his ebony penis. The faster that her pumping fingers probed and stabbed, the closer that his prick moved to the state of firm erection which it had earlier occupied. Finally it reached that juncture, and as his stroking fingers kept on gliding and thrusting, he looked down at his bloated testicles.
"Okay, now go to work on my nuts," he pointed urgently. "Come on, I-want you to really stroke, honey. This is the way I want it. Ooohhh, aaahhh, I'm burnin' up. Just burnin' up. Just bein' around you, just feelin' those fingers movements, is enough to do it. So come on, keep on driving with your fingers. Really let 'em move. Ohhh, let, 'em roll, ooohhh, let your fingers go."
His body kept on twitching and swaying as the bronze-skinned beauty let her fingers reach down and clutch against the crinkly warmth of his testicles. She toyed with the ballooning mounds of flesh, and as her fingers sank against them, he nodded eagerly.
"OOOHHH, YOU'RE GREAT WITH YOUR FINGERS, TOO," he exclaimed. "THAT I LIKE. OOOHHH, HONEY, AAAHHH, YOU'RE SOME KIND OF WOMAN. THE WAY YOU'RE STROKING. COME ON, JUST A FEW MORE TIMES. JUST LET THOSE FINGERS MOVE. LET 'EM SLIDE OVER MY NUTS. MY BALLS ARE ON FIRE. DAMNED, OOOHHH, THEY'RE REALLY ON FIRE. I LOVE IT, OOOHHH, YOUR FINGERS ARE DRIVIN' ME APE."
After a few minutes of the same type of action, he beckoned her to go back to fingering his penis. It was rock hard and alive with fervent desire, every bit as solid and excited as it had been earlier in the evening, before he had spurted the hot, white droplets of juice from the end of his towering cock.
As her fingers moved with bold assertiveness against the thick stalk of his bloated, fleshy spear, she knew that this exceedingly horny man would be getting his rocks off again. It was just a question of what he would try next. She recalled Mercury's warning. He had told her that it would not be the least surprising for some of these men to desire kinky, off-beat sex. That was what scared her. In spite of the fact that the guy had all the movements down pat, she hoped that he would not turn into some kind of savage weirdo who might hurt her with his bizarre tastes.
"OOOHHH, PUMP WITH YOUR FINGERS," he continued to gasp. "COME ON, AAAHHH, PUMP REAL NICE. LET YOUR FINGERS MOVE. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I REALLY LIKE THAT. AAAHHH, OHHH, I LOVE THE WAY YOU'RE STROKIN'. YEAH, YOU'RE STROKIN' REAL NICE. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, THIS IS GOOD. REALLY GOOD. REALLY NICE. OOOHHH, YOU'RE SOMETHIN' ELSE."
As her fingers continued to massage the firm, fleshy base of his tumid shaft, Larry Baker reached down and let his quickly charging fingers once again employ themselves with firm dexterity as they massaged the globes of her fleshy ass cheeks.
"CAN'T KEEP MY FINGERS OFF THIS DELICIOUS BUTT," he laughed. "OH, YEAH, I SUCKED IT AND I'M PROUD OF IT. NOW I'M PLAYIN' WITH IT. PLAYIN' WITH THESE BEAUTIFUL ASS CHEEKS."
He squeezed the firm, succulent flesh of her buttocks to the point where she could almost feel tinges of pain. All the while her fingers kept on responsively attacking his lengthy cock, grinding with swift, bold assertiveness. Alma could see that she was becoming an instant expert in the realm of posing as a high-priced call girl. Since she had not received anything resembling a complaint, she construed her performance to be up to standards. She was billed as the hottest call girl in all of Albuquerque, and it was up to her to live up to that billing.
CHAPTER FIVE
As Alma's fingers kept on squeezing tightly against the firmness of Larry Baker's cock, he felt the excruciating waves of pleasure-pain in his testicles, which he knew were set to shortly explode thunderous droplets of thick, white penis fluid.
"Okay, turn loose now," Larry gulped. "If you don't, I want to juice right here and now."
He reached out and let his fingers massage her firm, ripely undulating breasts, which stood up with the prominence of two gigantic cones. He removed his fingers from her breasts, then pointed downward once more toward his testicles.
"Okay, get down there and start lickin' my balls," he commanded. Alma looked down at his swollen, leathery testicles. She hated the prospect of having to get this intimate with Larry Baker. She had only on one or two occasions sucked even her husband Herb's cock. It was just an act that she had never gotten much into and had not intended to ever engage in to any appreciable extent, but there he was, the man in charge, the man who owned her for the evening, commanding that she suck his balls.
"Come on, get busy," he winked. "Get down there and start sucking. When ole Larry wants something, there's no turnin' back. I'm a pretty determined guy, honey, especially when I'm around somebody like you."
Larry reached out and let his fingers grip sharply against her shimmering black hair. He wanted to intimidate her just a little, to terminate her reluctance as abruptly as possible.
She pushed her tongue slowly forward, letting it begin to meticulously lap against the thickly coated surface of Larry's warmly bulging balls.
"OOOHHH, THERE WE GO," Larry grunted. "GO AHEAD, OOOHHH, JUST MOVE YOUR TONGUE REAL NICE. OOOHHH, PLANT IT AGAINST MY NUTS. REALLY LET IT GO, HONEY, OOOHHH, I LIKE IT, I LIKE IT, I LIKE IT."
The longer that her dilating, red tongue scraped against the swollen, hairy surface of his sensation-laden balls, the quicker that his hairy legs instinctively slid back and forth as Larry enjoyed the lewdly passionate strokes that he was obtaining from the beautiful young woman.
"YOU'RE REALLY GETTIN' INTO IT," he gulped. "OOOHHH, COME ON, KEEP SUCKING. AAAHHH, SUCK MY NUTS."
Momentarily the powerful Larry Baker released his fingers from Alma's hair. He smiled as he watched her tongue continue to slide against his testicles. As she kept lasciviously lapping away, wiggling her sturdy red tongue against his nuts, she instinctively began gathering steam as she scraped her tongue against its torrid target.
She still felt more than a little squeamish about the idea of sucking Larry Baker's testicles, but knew that he expected as much and that she was in no position to decline. So she kept on obediently grinding with her tongue, letting it sharply propel against his bulging nuts as he once again reached out and ran his fingers through her hair. This time, though, he was exercising less pressure and, as a result, was not hurting her. He decided that as long as she supplied him with this kind of exciting activity, he would not excercise anymore pressure or intimidation than he thought necessary.
"KEEP IT GOING, OOOHHH, KEEP IT GOING," he exclaimed. "OOOHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, WHAT A TONGUE. YOU'RE GREAT, OOOHHH, COULDN'T BE BETTER."
While Larry watched the steady trail of trickly warm saliva beginning to congregate around his hairy scrotum, he braced himself for the next phase of the action, when he would force his lovely victim to open fire on his blazing prick, which he knew would soon be spurting thick, sweltering droplets of hot, white jissum from its thoroughly enraged tip.
"OOOHHH, COME ON, SWITCH, SWITCH THE SCENE," he exclaimed excitedly. "COME ON, DUSTY HONEY, START RUNNIN' YOUR TONGUE OVER MY COCK. COME ON, OOOHHH, WHAT A SUCK YOU ARE. OOHHH, DAMNED, MY COCK AND BALLS ARE SO HOT. THEY'VE GOTTA JUICE, OOOHHH, THEY'VE GOTTA JUICE. YOU'RE GONNA TASTE THE HOT, DELICIOUS STUFF. YES, YOUR TONGUE'S GONNA DO IT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, COME ON, LET'S REALLY GET BUSY. OOOHHH, SUCK ME, SUCK ME."
His legs twitched slightly as Larry let out a loud gulp as he tightened his grip momentarily while he held on fervently to her sweat-dampened black hair. All the while she listened to the loud, seething sounds of his hot breath as Alma prepared once again to respond to his insistent command.
Waves of fear danced in Alma's stomach once more as she reached out with her nervously quivering tongue, allowing it to make its first slow contact against the explosive tip of Larry Baker's mammoth cock head.
"OOOHHH, GO AHEAD, GO AHEAD, GO AHEAD," he stoutly encouraged.
Larry's whole body began to tighten and his legs started to quiver more than ever as he reacted to each and every electrifying sensation that he derived from her rapidly suctioning tongue.
Fearful and thoroughly intimidated, the bronze-skinned beauty's heart pounded pulsatingly as she slid her tongue tremblingly over his elongated tool. It made him feel good to watch her responding to his every command. As the itchy sensations began to reel through the savory tip of his mammoth organ, Larry knew that it was time to prod his beautiful sex partner onward to even greater efforts.
"COME ON, OOOHHH, LET'S STEP UP THE PACE," he gasped. "COME ON, I MEAN BUSINESS, HONEY. MOVE YOUR TONGUE UP AND DOWN. AAAHHH, LET IT SWEEP UP AND DOWN MY WHOLE PRICK. I'M ON FIRE, OOOHHH, ON FIRE, REALLY ON FIRE. SURE, WE'RE BOTH ON FIRE. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, THIS FEELS SO GREAT. COME ON, OOOHHH, I NEED IT, I NEED THE TONGUE ACTION BAD. I WANT TO JUICE INSIDE YOUR MOUTH. OHHH, ALL THAT HOT, STEAMING JUICE, ALL THAT DELICIOUS CREAM, IT'S ALL YOURS, OOOHHH, ALL YOURS. YOU'RE GONNA GET EVERY DELICIOUS DROP, SWALLOW IT ALL, OHHH, SO COME ON, GO TO IT, REALLY GO TO IT."
She knew that Larry was fully in charge, and that she was powerless to do anything other than what he insisted that she do. Alma's fingers reached down and instinctively began to push against his searing testicles while her tongue shoved at a cannonading pace as it moved up and down the full length of his steaming shaft, which was being propelled ever closer to the point of a stirring orgasm, when the surging rivulets of his hot, explosive cream would gush torrentially from the end of his ripe, turgid tool.
Even though the idea of swallowing a thick load of semen from the end of Larry Baker's piercing prick still scared Alma, she began to bob her head up and down with ever-quickening rapidity as her tongue swept along the aroused base of her lover's stiff, inflated organ.
She couldn't help but begin to enjoy the way that her scarlet tongue was making its impact felt as it drove up and down the entire length of his spongy, excitement-filled tool. All the while he ran his trembling fingers up and down her smooth strands of black hair. His loud gasps soon became reduced temporarily to purrs as his helpless lover continued to extend herself, driving her roaming red tongue earnestly up and down the full length of his bulging, excited prong. All the while Larry felt the warm juices percolating in his inflated testicles, which would be ready to pop in a matter of a few more strokes.
The thing that Alma kept noticing was that, much like what had happened with the earlier acts, she was becoming gradually acclimated to enjoying what was happening. She loved the idea of turning this bulky, determined man on to the extent she was as her quickly pistoning tongue moved back and forth, grinding against his hot cock. He would take heavy mouthfuls of air, then release them as he began to sound like a steam engine, gasping and sighing while his attentive lover continued to grind her tongue appreciatively up and down the full length of his thoroughly dazzled organ.
"OOOHHH, WHAT A COCK SUCKER, OOOHHH, SUCK COCK," he called out eagerly. "COME ON, HONEY, KEEP IT GOING. YES, I LOVE THAT BEAUTIFUL ACTION. OOOHHH, HOW I WANT IT. HOW I WANT TO JUICE IN YOUR MOUTH. GIVE YOU THAT DELICIOUS TASTE. YES, YOU'RE GONNA LOVE IT. OHHH, YOU'RE IMPROVING, BABY. OHHHH, HOW YOU'RE IMPROVING. DAMNED, OOOHHH, HOW I LOVE THIS SUCKING. AAAHHH, SUCK ME, SUCK ME, SUCK ME."
After being initially turned off by the entire cock-sucking process, the beautiful Alma had suddenly begun to derive a good deal of sensual enjoyment from the erotic act. Her heart continued to pound with increasing pulsating swiftness as she lowered her head and drove her seething red tongue zestfully up and down the swollen joy stick of the panting, writhing Larry, who pleasantly observed her change in tempo.
"OOOHHH, YOU'RE COOKIN', YOU'RE BURNIN', YOU'RE BURNIN' ON ALL CYLINDERS," he laughed. "AAAHHH, THAT'S NICE. I LOVE THE WAY YOU'RE SUCKIN' ME. COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP YOUR TONGUE PUMPING. COME ON, PUMP IT NICE, REALLY NICE, COME ON, PUMP IT. HARDER. PUMP IT HARDER."
Soon Larry began to provide her with deep-throat action as he extended his legs, then shoved his sharply bludgeoning cock into the burning depths of her mouth. He slammed it all the way into her esophagus, watching as the heat built in a sharply rising crescendo within him as he rammed his cock faster and deeper, grinding his extended phallus into the burning depths of her open and helpless oral cavern.
As he eased off-slightly, the beautiful Alma hissed with seething desire as she then once again controlled the movements with her tongue, letting it drive with swift, sweeping, electrifying strokes along the entire pulsating length of his hot and ready prick.
Every now and then she would feel guilty and evil for enjoying this so much, but then the guilt feelings would give way to those of pure, unadulterated joy as her probing tongue kept on grinding and twisting. Larry's searching fingers started to move up and down the small of her warmly inviting back as he felt the juices constantly heating up in his devastated nuts, which were ready to unleash a torrential load of thick, white joy juice.
He closely watched his lover's head bob and thrash about in the unrestrained manner of a child dunking for apples at a Halloween party. Larry ran his fingers searchingly through her hair one more time and heaved a long, pronounced sigh.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I'M GETTING CLOSER, CLOSER, CLOSER," he announced. "COME ON, GET DOWN THERE. DIG WITH THOSE HOT FINGERS. OOOHHH, DIG THEM REAL NICE. DIG THEM AGAINST MY HOT NUTS. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, THIS IS SUCKING. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, COME ON, SUCK ME, SUCK ME, SUCK ME."
His hips writhed as he lay there gasping, watching as the beautiful Alma's hair fell in disarray about her shoulders and over her face while she kept on bobbing her head up and down, grinding her tongue with salacious ecstasy as it moved furiously against the full length of his burning instrument. Her fingers reached down and dug tightly against the warmth of his burning testicles. He could feel the quivering waves of itchiness in his hot nuts, which guaranteed an imminent orgasmic departure. Soon the thick, white juices would topple from the end of his burning cauldron, igniting from the nub end of his thick staff and exploding inside her mouth. The very thought of watching her swallow his succulent juices excited him that much more as her tongue ground away, assaulting his burning, fleshy spear with swift, steadfast determination.
"COME ON, OHHH, GET ME OFF," he gulped. "AAAHHH, OHHH, YOU CAN DO IT. AAAHHH, I LOVE IT. I'M GONNA PUMP THIS INTO YOUR THROAT. PUMP IT GOOD AND HARD. PUMP IT UNTIL ALL THE HOT JUICES SHOOT OUT OF
THE END OF MY PRICK. SO COME ON, OHHH, GET READY. THIS IS A SCREW. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, THE KIND OF SCREW THAT A GUY WAITS FOR. WAITS FOR FOR YEARS. OOOHHH, YOU'RE SO GOOD, OOOHHH, ARE YOU GREAT, SO GREAT."
His burning fingers reached down and clutched tightly against the warmth of her twisting ass cheeks. He shoved his body forward, propelling her down on her back as he once again attacked her with a deep-thrusting rhythm, grinding his cock with great fervence as it whipped into the burning depths of her throat. He kept on filling her oral chasm with hislong, fluid-filled dagger, and finally he knew that there was no way he could any longer hold back the inevitable.
As Larry reached out and made a grab for her breasts, letting his fingers tweak and twist against the warm, invigorating bronze flesh, he could feel those thundering waves of anticipation in his nuts. He rammed his cock head deep into the base of her throat, letting his crinkly testicles scrape against her quivering chin.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, GET READY, OOHHH, THIS IS IT," he gulped. "THIS IS FLOOD TIME, HONEY. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I WANT IT, I WANT IT, I WANT IT. YOU WANT IT, TOO. YOU'RE GONNA SWALLOW IT. AAAHHH, EVERY BIT OF IT."
For awhile it felt as if Alma's eyes were going to bulge out of their sockets as she continued to receive the steady, rampaging strokes that he administered with his steely cock, which continued to slam and slash as it worked its way into the tight inner depths of her warm, wet, succulent mouth.
Eventually his legs quivered like two gigantic tree trunks caught in a brisk wind storm. Finally he could no longer hold back those searing waves of sensual anticipation. The thick, .white droplets of cascading sperm would be forced to inevitably catapult from the end of his burning, determined penis and into her mouth.
His fingers scraped several more times against the warmth of her breasts as he heaved one last, deep sigh.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, AAAHHH, HERE WE GO," he emphatically announced. "AAAHHH, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, IT'S GONNA JUICE. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, HERE WE GO. OHHH, AAAHHH, WHAT FUCKING. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I'M OPENING FIRE. COME ON, OHHH, SWALLOW THE STUFF.
OOOHHH, OHHH, AAAHHH, IT'S GOOD, GOOD, GOOD!"
He pushed his fingers tightly against the crinkly warmth of her nipples as he watched the exploding droplets of thick, feverish cock juice that exploded out of the end of his mammoth cock head and into her helpless mouth.
She listened to the steady procession of loud gasps as droplet upon droplet of thick, spraying cock fluid exploded from the end of his long, hotly pistoning peter.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHH, YOU MADE IT HAPPEN," he grunted. "OOOHHH, DAMNED, OHHH, WHAT AN ORGASM. THIS IS LIKE A DAMNED TORNADO. AAAHHH, OOOHHH, HOW I LOVE IT. OOOHHH, I LOVE EXPLODING, EXPLODING IN YOUR HOT MOUTH."
His twisting, rippling body slid back and forth as he watched the escaping gobs of thick, white semen that cascaded into her mouth. Since he was throat fucking her, slamming his dick into the depths of her mouth, there was no way that the raven-haired, bronzed beauty could do anything other than helplessly swallow every droplet of his rampaging liquid.
Finally Larry Baker eased his now satisfied, flaccid cock out of her mouth. He lay stretched out next to her for several moments as he caught his breath. After that he reached out and ran his fingers through her sweat-dampened hair.
"You're the best," he said. "Couldn't be better."
"You can always be beaten, no matter how good you are," she philosophized.
"No way I could get more sensation from anybody than I've just gotten from you," Larry Baker exclaimed emphatically. "As a matter-of-fact, I've got to compliment ole Turkey, the man of yours. You're every bit as good as he said you were. He really built you up. I was never so curious to meet anybody as I was to meet you. Matter of fact, I wondered if it wasn't all some kind of joke. That's one of the big reasons why I insisted on meeting you before deciding that I wanted to fuck you. I mean, he made you sound like super cunt."
"What would you call me now that it's all over?"
"I'd call you super cunt," he laughed. "On that note, could I fix you some more champagne?"
"Say, that's not a bad idea. Of course, I don't imagine you're thirsty, are you? After all, I gave you plenty to drink."
"I gave you something to drink, too," she reminded him.
"Oh, yeah, sure enough. Delicious. I love those high-protein pussy drinks. Okay, we'll have some champagne. Lookin' forward to loosenin' up a little now that I feel calmer. I won't feel calm around you for long, though. I mean, all I gotta do is look at that beautiful body."
She eased her sweaty, naked body upward from the bed, then stooped over and picked up her discarded robe. She put on her robe, then eased her feet into her slippers. While Larry put his clothes back on, she walked toward the door.
"I'll be down in the living room fixing the champagne," she said.
"Okay, my dear," he smiled. "You sure are some kind of woman.
"Larry Baker, you're some kind of man," she winked.
He watched her ripely twisting ass cheeks through the material of her robe as she left the room.
A few minutes later Larry finished dressing, after which he walked downstairs and sprawled out on the sofa. He threw his feet over a table, then looked out into the lights of the city which lay just a short distance beyond. He felt totally relaxed as if he had accomplished a great deal. It made Larry Baker feel extra good to know that he had been fortunate enough to meet somebody like this beautiful, succulent, young black woman who seemed to live to provide for sexual thrills.
CHAPTER SIX
Alma vividly recalled the instructions that Mercury had provided for her. He told her that, as far as extracting information was concerned, the period immediately following sex was highly crucial.
The game plan was for Alma to feed as much as champagne to her unassuming, contented lover as possible. He smiled and looked at her in the manner of a passive lamb, which made her feel very good. It looked as if the game plan was working well.
They talked for several minutes as she gave him not one but two glasses of champagne. By that time that they got around to the third glass they began to talk more personally. Larry wanted to know something about her background, and so she told him the whole story, culminating with how she had met Turkey in Las Vegas. He had made a top-flight call girl out of her, and now she was making good money living here in Albuquerque, having sex with a selective number of clients at a high price.
"I really admire you, admire you a whole lot," Larry Baker said. "As a matter-of-fact, you know, I think maybe I could use you in my business."
Her stomach muscles tightened. Here it was. Maybe the big strike was just about to be made. She only wished that Mercury could be listening to this same conversation, experiencing it first hand in the manner that she was about to.
"What type of a business are you in, Larry? I don't believe I heard."
"You didn't because I didn't tell you," he grinned, "least I haven't up to now."
"Here you've been asking me all these personal questions about myself. I've been answering them like a real good girl. Now you just sit there and don't tell me anything about yourself. I want to hear about Larry Baker."
"I was just coming to that," Larry nodded. "At any rate, honey, I'd like to put you to work. I really would like to put you to work for me. I guess ole Turkey would want to break my head open, but I'd really like to use you, baby. You could sure go good in my operation. And I'd like the idea of havin' you around all the time, too. I mean, I'm not gonna deny that. I like to be up front and honest about these things."
"I appreciate that."
She cautioned herself not to push too far too fast. After all, this man appeared to be extremely shrewd, and if Larry got the idea that she was pumping him, then he would be likely to become suspicious. Mercury had cautioned her on that point, too. Even if a man had been loosened up with a little bit of alcohol, enough to where his tongue would flow more freely than before, she still could not take the chance of questioning him too freely or suspiciously.
"Anyway, here's what I was about to tell you," Larry said after a long pause. "I'm in a big-money business, honey. One of the biggest money businesses in the world.""
"You are?" her stomach muscles tightened some more. Was he about to reveal something bluntly about how he had amassed considerable wealth? Was he about to tell her that he was involved in drug traffic?
"Yeah, I'm one of the biggest promoters around," he laughed, slapping himself pridefully on the knee. "You're the kind of girl that I could promote. I'd promote you in ways that Turkey couldn't."
"How's that, Larry, honey?" she smiled at him affectionately, batting her eyelashes in a seductive gesture.
"I'm one of the biggest record promoters in the world," he told her.
She tried not to show the shock that she felt inside. Instead she turned her head away, then cast her eyes in his direction.
"You're kidding," she said. "You're in record promotion?"
"That's right, honey. Based in Detroit. I handle and promote quite a few of the top soul singers around. You know, you've got what it takes. I'll bet I could turn you into something. Into a real hot property."
"I can't sing a note," she laughed.
"Oh, come on now. I'm sure you could do better than what you think."
"I doubt it," she laughed.
She had been cautioned about turning a prospect down. Even though she was not to react with overwhelming desire, it had been understood between Mercury and Alma that she should play along, but reluctantly. It was much better and far more believable to have to be coaxed into accepting any kind of proposition from a man with whom she had sex. After all, she had to remember, they were technically still almost strangers, even if they had been intimate in terms of physical activity. She wondered if perhaps this was just a front. If she could just question this man tactfully for a few more minutes perhaps her own intuitive instincts as a policewoman would shed further light on the subject.
"Ah, come on now," she smiled coyly. "You don't really think you could make any kind of singing star out of me. You'd have to be a miracle worker to do that."
"Listen, honey. With your face and body, these guys would turn out in droves. They'd sit there drooling, their cocks hard, and a lot of 'em wouldn't give a damn whether you could sing a note. But I'm sure you could. Especially with the aid of the right kind of sound equipment. Remember, it's not you against the world. You're not alone out there. You've got all that magnificent equipment helping you out. All world. You're not alone out there. You've got all that magnificent equipment helping you out. All them echo chambers. You've heard about that, haven't you?"
"Not really. I don't know much about this kind of thing."
"You'd learn, you'd learn fast," he said confidently. "You're a damn bright girl. I mean, don't let me mislead you. I'm not sayin' that I could necessary turn you into a big star. I'm just tellin' you that I think you might have what it takes. I'd sure as hell give you a chance. I sure as hell would."
"I don't know what to say. This is all so sudden."
"I know it is. Well, I'm gonna be in town for a few more days. I'll be over there at the Albuquerque Inn. We could talk about this some more. Isn't that right?"
"Yeah, I suppose we could."
"Sure thing. Besides, I'd like to come over here for a return visit. Yeah, I sure would."
"You gotta realize one thing," she told him slowly. "All the scheduling's worked out through Turkey. That's the way it's always been."
"Okay, okay. Just maybe I gotta stand in some kind of long line, right?" he chided her smilingly.
"I'm not sayin' that. I'm just tryin' to let you know the way that Turkey and I have things worked out."
"You're both a couple of pretty shrewd people," he smiled at her with admiration. "Damned shrewd. I can see why he's up where he is and why you're where you are. But I'll tell you somethin', honey. I could do so damned much for you. You know, I wouldn't want to leave ole Turkey out of it either. We could find somethin' for him to do. We could put him in some kind of managerial position close to you. Just as long as it's understood that ole Larry gets his share of the action. I mean, that he gets to have his fun with beautiful little ole Dusty."
"I don't want to talk about any of this right now," she said. "I haven't had a chance to think about it. I've got to have a chance to do that. I mean, before I can say anything."
"Oh, yeah, I understand that. You're a pretty shrewd gal. You ain't gonna go makin' up your mind in two seconds. Besides, you might think I'm jivin' you. You might think that."
"No, I think you're telling the truth."
"I wouldn't blame you if you wondered. I mean, after all, there are lots of phonies runnin' around in this here wild world of ours. Loads of 'em. So it's nothin' for you to wonder. I mean, I respect you for the fact that you're shrewd. That ain't gonna take just any kind of answer."
"I appreciate what you've said. You've been very kind. Very kind. I appreciate it."
"Honey, you just think over what I've been sayin'," he smiled. "It's gettin' kind of late now so I guess I'll be moseyin' along. All I can say is that it's sure been a beautiful evening."
"I've enjoyed it, too," she smiled back.
He walked over toward her, running his fingers affectionately through her hair as he kissed her lips. When he released his lips, he moved quickly toward the door, waving at her and smiling.
"We'll stay in touch," he said. "You hear now?"
"Fine."
"Let's see now. You still remember that suite number, right?"
"Wasn't it 604?"
"Bright girl. That's right. So we'll be talkin' again."
"Yes, good-night now."
"Good-night, honey."
She watched him close the door behind him. Alma walked toward the window, watching as Larry Baker started up his car and drove out of her driveway.
Alma watched the car disappear down the dark, deserted suburban street.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Although Alma was not able to say for certain whether Larry Baker was telling the truth, her gut instincts prompted her to believe him.
As she dragged her tired, sexually sated body into bed a few minutes after he had left, she could not help but feel a certain measure of frustration from the fact that she was of the opinion he was telling the truth and had made his money as a top flight record promoter. After all, she recognized, if there was not at least a measure of truth in what he was saying, it was highly un-likely that he would make as strong a push to promote her as he was doing. Then her tired mind considered another possibility. This could be nothing more than a line, the kind that many men feed to women to get to know them better, and that in the final analysis he would not prove to be a record promoter at all.
At any rate, she knew, she was tired and had to get some sleep. The nagging suspicion remained, however, that Larry Baker was as he was representing himself to be. If she was right then it meant one thing. They still hadn't found their man and she would have to go about the business of charming somebody else.
The next morning Mercury Morrison arrived at ten o'clock sharp. As they sat at the breakfast table sipping coffee, she related all that had happened the previous evening, particularly the revelations that Larry Baker made subsequent to their amorous sex adventure.
"You did a good job, just as I knew you would," Mercury said. "I've got lots of confidence in you. That's why I told the Chief you were the girl for the job."
"I guess it means that if he's not the guy, then we're at square one. Right?"
"Not exactly."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, we're lookin' in to other possibilities, too. You can't stand still. Even though this guy looks like he has some of the traits of the guy we're lookin' for, that doesn't mean he's the one at all. We're the first ones to recognize that."
"So what next?"
"We've got to check this dude out."
"You'd better do it damned fast," she shook her head, "or else maybe I'm gonna be going back to Detroit with him and starting a new career."
Mercury's eyes blinked. He appeared to be jolted. It actually made her feel good to know that Mercury was reacting in such a spontaneous manner to her statement.
"I hope you're kiddin', I hope you don't mean it," he said.
"Why? You wouldn't miss me if I left."
"The hell I wouldn't."
"You would?"
"You're damned right I would. The whole police department would miss you. You've got a fantastic career ahead of you, and you're doin' a good job. Yeah, a girl with your looks and body could make a lot more money elsewhere, but you're able to accomplish so much good in the job that you've got right now."
"Oh, I see," she said, realizing with disappointment that his concern was apparently purely professional.
"At any rate, here's what we're gonna do," he told her. "We're gonna run a check on Larry Baker. We're gonna hit all our sources with the Detroit Police Department. We'll have them send their detectives out and see if maybe we can't find out fast all about this guy. You know, like we've been sayin', it might just be that he's only talkin' about being in records. This might be just a front. He might very well want you to go back with him."
"Would my assignment involve going back to Detroit with this clown?" she asked fearfully.
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, if we have to come to it at all," he said. "I know you wouldn't like that. But still, if it meant goin' back there to get acquainted with him, to get him to admit something, then we'd probably decide to let you go."
"I hope to hell it doesn't come to that."
"So do I. I sympathize with you, honey. I really do. Well, maybe it won't come to that. Maybe it won't at all. But we're gonna run a check. We're gonna find out more about this guy."
"You know, he's gonna be on me in no time at all. He's pressurin' the hell out of me."
"I realize that, but that's nothing we have to worry about. The one thing we've got to do is run a quick check. We've got to find out one way or the other if this is the guy. If it's not, then we're gonna have to develop other possibilities."
"So when will I know?"
"We'll run as extensive a quick check as we can. I'll probably be gettin' back to you tomorrow sometime. Probably tomorrow morning. In the meantime, just rest up a little. You look a little tired this morning."
"If you went through what I did you'd be tired, too," she shook her head. "One thing about this guy. He was all action. I mean, once he got goin', he never wanted to stop."
"Then apparently you did your job right. I gave you that big build-up and I guess he was more than satisfied."
"Oh, yes. He even told me how sharp a guy Turkey is for getting a gal like me in his stable. He said that at first he thought you were exaggerating when you said how good I was, but that he found out soon enough that I was that good."
"It's so nice to get accolades," he grinned, rising slowly from his chair. "I know it's tough, Alma, but hang in there. It's a hard assignment for all of us. There are a lot of people workin' on this case, a lot of dedicated people, who aren't gettin' much sleep and don't have much time to themselves. It's team effort and it's got to remain that way if we're gonna pull this thing off."
"Yeah, I suppose that's true. It'll be nice to just lie around today and not do anything. I can use the rest."
"Sure thing. So I'll be getting in touch with you tomorrow."
"Good. Be looking forward to hearing from you."
Mercury Morrison left the house. She did not hear from him until the following morning at a few minutes past eleven, when he promptly arrived.
"It was just like you thought," he began. "Those instincts of yours are pretty sound. A good police investigator's instincts."
"You mean that our Romeo Larry Baker isn't the guy?"
"That's right."
"It's funny. In a way I'm happy, and in a way I'm sad. I'm sad because it means we haven't found the guy yet, but I'm happy because the guy is so kinky that I don't know that I want to get involved with him anymore."
"No, he seemed to fit the description we were given in a number of ways, but when we checked him out thoroughly, we could see he wasn't the guy. He is a big record promoter."
"Fancy that. Maybe I can go back there to Detroit and become famous. Even if I can't sing a note. He said that it wouldn't make that much difference. Told me the echo chambers would do the job."
"But I hope you're not goin' back."
"Of course not. Hell, no matter how much I might like it, being around him would easily destroy the whole thing."
"So that means that we're gonna have to do some more digging. We're doing that frantically right now, and we've got some possibilities. So we'll be linin' you up with somebody else pretty quick."
"I see."
"So take it easy. I'll probably be droppin' back later this afternoon to let you know where everything stands."
"Okay, Mercury. Have a good day."
"It'll be a busy day," he smiled ruefully.
She saw him next at a few minutes past four. He looked a whole lot more tired than he had earlier. Apparently he had spent the whole day in hectic activity, seeking to narrow down the possibilities, to find the big drug dealer.
As they sat in the living room, the beautiful Alma couldn't help but want to throw her arm around Mercury. She wanted to mother him, baby him, and make love to him all at the same time. It frustrated her no end that, despite the fact that practically every other man she encountered was after her body, but the one she wanted the most wasn't even trying.
"We've got some more possibilities, we oughta have something finalized by tomorrow," he said.
"Then what you're sayin' is that I'm gonna be meetin' somebody else. Right?"
"That's right."
"But what about this guy Baker? If he doesn't hear from me, I know he's gonna be hightailin' it over here before he leaves Albuquerque."
"I already talked to him," Mercury said. "I saw him at his hotel today. You don't need to worry about anything. I explained to him that as honored as you were over his proposal, you just couldn't leave Albuquerque and that you wanted to stay here and continue your current lifestyle."
"Thank you. He could have been a problem."
"He wasn't all that disappointed, though. He was tellin' me that on his talent search he'd found a couple of girls. He said he would have loved taking you back, but that he understood."
"So that closes out the chapter on Larry Baker."
"Yes, it does."
"Just what makes you run, Mercury? I've always been meanin' to ask you that."
"How do you mean?"
"I mean that you never seem to let up. That you never seem to do anything other than just stick to your job."
"I guess it's because my job consumes all my time," he shook his head wearily.
"You know, you said I looked tired when you talked to me yesterday morning. You look awfully tired now. How about me fixin' you a drink?"
"You know, that might go good. Yeah, can you fix me a Martini?"
"I sure could. It's nice to see you loosening up a little."
She quickly fixed a pitcher of Martinis at the wet bar. As Mercury consumed two Martinis in quick succession, he began to look a little more relaxed.
"I think you work too hard, Mercury," she said. "You know, a man can push too hard."
"Yeah, I know that. Been told that lots of times, too. I admit it. It's true. I do work too hard."
"You're a nice lookin' man. What about women? Isn't there anybody in your life?"
Alma immediately hated herself for prying so openly. Had it not been for the fact that she had been loosened up through having two Martinis with the lean, handsome, black policeman, she never would have been so bold as to inquire.
"I was married once and got a divorce," he shrugged, "the relationship just didn't work. She wasn't all that bad a girl. Just that she needed lots of attention. You know me. I'm so committed to what I'm doin'."
"Yeah, that's sure true."
"How about you? You're divorced, too, right?"
She knew that Mercury was well aware of the fact that she was divorced. The fact that he was asking indicated he wanted to know a little something about her martial relationship with her exhusband Herb.
"What can you say," she told him. "Herb was a nice-looking guy and a great athlete. I'm afraid he'd been spoiled too much."
"He grew up in L.A., didn't he?"
"That's right. You would know that, having read my file chart. I met him here, though. He was trying to make it with the Albuquerque Dukes. They had him on the roster for a little while, but then he got injured sliding into second base in a game in Phoenix. After he got over his injury he just wasn't the same. It was a terrible thing. He couldn't adjust, either. I mean, I guess he was what you'd call a natural jock. A lifelong jock. When he saw that he wasn't even gonna make the Albuquerque team, much less go onto the major leagues and play for the Los Angeles Dodgers, that kind of did him in. He'd drink, mope, and then he went out and played around."
"That's so tough to take," Mercury shook his head. "The guy had to be a real fool to play around when there was somebody like you at home." .
The compliment hit her in the pit of the stomach. She looked at Mercury. Alma observed an expression of admiration in his eyes, one that was combined with sympathy as well.
"Thank you. Awfully nice of you to say."
"Pretty obvious," he shrugged. "Like I said, we wouldn't have you working on this detail if we didn't think you were the best gal we've got. You've got socko appeal. Why do you figure this guy was playin' around on you?"
"He started acting funny after his baseball career came to an end. The big thing was that he started to resent me and this was his way of getting back. I could see through that. I didn't really ever hold it against him. I just pitied him."
"So what finally happened to this guy?"
"Herb went back to Los Angeles. Back to his home town. Last I heard of him he was working as a part time bartender out in Compton. Really tragic. Like I said, he just couldn't make the adjustment when he saw his big dream, the dream of becoming a major league baseball star, go right down the drain."
"I'll bet he was good, too."
"Yes, he was. But he just didn't get the right breaks. Oh, well, so much for talking about Herb. Of course, I was askin' you all about yourself. About the way that you keep on goin'. You really ought to take a little time to have some fun."
"I was just thinking about that," Mercury said slowly. "You know, Alma, hope you don't resent this."
"Resent what?"
"What I'm gonna say."
"Say it and we'll see."
"I was just wonderin'," he continued hesitantly. "There's a nice new restaurant in an old Spanish house. A landmark, in fact. It's over next to the Sheraton Hotel. You know, just a few blocks from the Old Town."
"Is that right?"
"Yeah. It's called Maria Theresa. Salad bar. Good lobster. Real nice place. I mean if you aren't busy tonight, maybe it would be nice for us to just take the night off and go to dinner. You convinced me. Maybe I have been workin' a little too hard. I was gonna go back to headquarters, but I can call in and have them get someone to cover for me tonight."
"I think that would be a terrific idea," she looked at him and smiled.
He smiled back, rising slowly from the sofa.
"I guess the Martinis did it," he said. "Those and your dynamic personality. At any rate, give me a few minutes to use the phone. I've got to make some calls."
"Fine. In the meantime, I'll be slippin' into something more formal."
"That'd be good. Real good," he grinned as he walked toward the telephone in the hallway.
The beautiful Alma's heart sang as she changed into a blue dress which showed off her figure to exquisite advantage. She noticed the way that Mercury's eyes seemed to sparkle as he saw her in the dress.
"Say, you look real nice," he told her. "Thank you."
"Well, ready to go?"
"Ready to go," she nodded.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The lobster and salad were delicious, and momentarily the beautiful Alma was able to forget about her numerous problems.
She could see that the same thing was happening to Mercury. They shared a bottle of wine as they enjoyed their delightful dinner in the beautiful, historic setting of the old Spanish house. For the moment The Dusters and their pursuit of the narcotics kingpin was something that was shoved into a distant recess of their minds. They instead were able to concentrate on each other and getting better acquainted.
Once that they returned to Alma's house, it appeared obvious just what was about to happen. She observed Mercury moving toward her in the dimly lit living room.
"I tried to resist you, but I guess I can't," he gulped.
"Why did you even try, you fool?"
"You mean you wanted me all along?"
"Yes. I could have shot you for never making a move. While all the other guys in Albuquerque seemed to be after me, here you were leavin' me alone. Off all by myself."
"I'm sorry, honey. I've had some bad experiences with a few women, and I've thrown myself so intensely into my work. I guess I finally lost touch with any ability to recognize what's happening romantically."
"You haven't lost complete touch. You're standing right here and you're standing with somebody who appreciates you."
"Oh, honey, how I love this."
He shoved his lips forward, letting them penetrate sharply against hers. She loved being held tightly in the lean, handsome black man's arms.
When he finally released his arms and lips from her, her head spun and her heart pounded. Without saying a word they walked hand-in-hand into the bedroom.
The quickly determined Mercury Morrison's fingers moved with prompt certitude and lightning fury as they pulled and tugged at her dress, which he managed to promptly remove.
"OOOH, WHAT A BODY, WHAT A BODY," he gasped.
Alma noticed her body trembling more rapidly than ever as she lay there with her legs extended, vulnerably exposed in her crisp white panties and matching brassiere. All the while Mercury's eyes widened with intense, mounting desire.
The beautiful Alma heard the heavy sounds of Mercury's insistent breathing as he stared down at her succulent form. He noticed that she was sweating now more than before. The perspiration was dripping down both sides of her face, and as his fingers reached up he made a quick grab for her brassiere straps. As Alma listened to the sounds of her straps being unsnapped, her body tensed and she let her long, leanly sensuous legs kick back and forth.
"OH, DAMNED, WHAT A GORGEOUS SET OF GAMS," he gulped. "OH, DAMNED, WHAT A GORGEOUS WOMAN. HONEY, YOU'RE ALL I COULD EVER ASK FOR. WHAT A BODY. WHAT A BEAUTIFUL, GORGEOUS BODY."
His fingers tugged insistently at her brassiere until he finally removed it. Now he was feeling seething waves of animalistic desire. He recognized now just how long he had been fighting his own true nature in not making a move earlier toward Alma. For one thing he had been leery over the fact that they worked together. He thought that it might somehow disrupt the professional nature of their smoothly functioning operation. He admired her greatly as a policewoman, and did not want to minimize her effectiveness one solitary bit. But now he was not thinking of the job, he was not thinking about trapping the narcotics king pin, he was concerned about his emotions as a man, and the fact that he was immersed in a state of wild, delirious excitement toward this beautiful police officer.
Once that he had pulled off her brassiere, Alma let out a gasp. She had wanted this handsome man for so long that, now that he was lying there, possessed of the same savage, animalistic urges as were others who pursued her, she could scarcely believe what was happening.
For several long seconds Mercury was hypnotized by the erotic inspiration of her firm, full bronzed breasts, which peered up at him like two large cones.
Mercury's fingers reached down and pressed tightly against the warmth of her coppery flesh, which burned from the captivating touch of his fingers. The burning sensuality was prompted not only by the tinges of pain that she felt. It was motivated primarily by the flow of excitement that surged through her tremulous loins as he clutched tightly with both hands, moving his fingers with surging desire against her jutting, warm breasts.
"OOOHHH, DAMNED, WHAT A SET OF TITS," he grunted. "WHAT BOOBS, WHAT GORGEOUS BOOBS. HOW I LOVE THEM. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, HOW I LOVE FINGERING THEM. OHHH, WHAT A FEELING, AAAHHH, OHHHH, WHAT A GLORIOUS FEELING."
He moved his fingers sweepingly downward as he let them come to rest against the waistband of her filmy white panties. He listened to her let out a loud gasp, one that indicated the lust that she felt throughout her burning, surging body.
It was all happening so fast that her head was spinning. It was like something out of a dream. She had fantasized so many times about how it would be having sex with the handsome Mercury Morrison that, now that it was reaching the point of accomplished reality, she could scarcely believe it. She kept thinking that soon she would be opening her eyes and discovering that it was just a dream, but no, this was no dream.
As his fingers probed tightly against the crotch-band of her panties, she could see that this was very much reality, a wild, lustful, lascivious reality that she would not trade for anything.
"What a body you've got and what I'm gonna do for it," he told her boldly.
With that pronouncement, he began to tug sharply at her panties, listening to the erotic scraping sounds that they made as they pushed against her skin. He loved the smoothness of her exquisitely tapered limbs, and as he lowered the panties far enough to get his first look at her fleecy pubic vee, his heart started to surge and palpitate with a sense of commanding adventure. Mercury could not help but feel a sudden invulnerability around this beautiful woman, a sexual omnipotence.
"AAAHHH, LOOK AT THIS LUSCIOUS CUNT," he gulped. "OOOHHH, HOLD STILL, HONEY. YOU'RE SQUIRMIN' AND KICKIN'. IT'LL JUST TIRE YOU OUT."
"OH, BUT IT'S 'CAUSE I'M SO TURNED ON," she explained. "I CAN'T BELIEVE IT, MERCURY. I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE MAKIN' LOVE TO ME. AFTER ALL THIS TIME."
"We're gonna make up for lost time fast," he promised.
The beautiful Alma's body continued to tremble in a state of seething sensuality. She kept listening to the heavy gasping sounds of her stoutly determined lover, who was intent upon providing her with the ultimate in sexual experience.
He pulled and tugged swiftly several more times, eventually removing her panties. As he licked his lips with lascivious desire, Mercury reached down promptly with his right hand as he moved his fingers against the wiry strands of her black pubic curls.
His fingers teased and titillated her downy pubic hairs, causing her body to twitch and sway with greater ecstasy than ever. He listened to her heavy breathing and knew that she was immersed in a state of wild sensuality.
The bronze-skinned beauty could feel sweltering pin pricks of wild sensual ecstasy flowing through her quivering form as his fingers toyed with her pubic hairs for a little while longer, after which he then let them adventure against the moistening surface of her pink, enticing vagina.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YOU'RE TURNING ON FAST," he gulped. "AAAHHH, NICE AND MOIST. I LOVE A MOIST CUNT. IT SHOWS HOW TURNED ON YOU ARE, HONEY. HOW MUCH YOU WANT IT. HOW MUCH YOU WANT SOME BEAUTIFUL ACTION."
His fingers pushed and twisted inside the ever-moistening confines of her wet womanhood. Swiftly Mercury released his fingers, licking his lips with savage ecstasy as he stared once more into the captivated beauty's eyes.
"WHAT A WOMAN, YOU'RE ALL WOMAN, AND I'M GONNA BRING EVERY BIT OUT OF YOU," he declared confidently.
The sweat-stained beauty watched as her aggressive lover reached out and threw his arms around her naked body. He practically took her breath away as he pushed his body forward, letting it slide with dramatic impact as his chest pushed against the firmness of her right breast. He then let his lips dance spryly forward as they smothered and dominated her lips. Their hearts palpitated with savage ecstasy and glee as they shared a lengthy lip kiss.
Once that the panting Mercury released his lips from those of his beautiful lover, he slowly shoved his twisting red tongue forward. Now it was dominating her thoroughly as it worked its way inside the moistness of her mouth. Back and forth his plunging tongue glided and slid as he worked it in a tempestuous sea of volcanic passion against her tongue. It was a lengthy, seemingly interminable French kiss that the two of them never wanted to end. It was Mercury who finally terminated the Kiss, but only for one reason. He felt that it was time to move on to other intimate activity.
He propelled his body swiftly upward from the bed. She looked at his long, lean form, watching as he quickly began to remove his clothes.
"I got so turned on with your body that I forgot to undress," he winked. "But I'll take care of that in a hurry."
As she lay there stretched out in the middle of the bed, she stared at the firm, lean hardness of Mercury Morrison's body. She recalled how many times she had fantasized about what he'd look like completely naked, and she could see just how accurate she'd been once that he slipped off his clothes and, finally, his shorts. He had lean, supple muscles, and he looked very much like a panther ready to strike as he walked slowly toward the bed. As her eyes focused toward his crotch, she observed the huge, swollen, massive hardness of his penis. Mercury reached down and proudly allowed his fingers to slide up and down the mammoth length of his towering organ.
"OOOHHH, WHAT A HOT COCK I'VE GOT," he grinned. "AAAHHH, JUST TOUCHING IT TURNS ME ON SO MUCH. THIS IS FANTASTIC. OOOHHH, WHAT A PRICK, WHAT A GLORIOUS PRICK. WHEN I GET TURNED ON, THERE'S NO WAY I CAN TURN BACK."
"Nobody wants you to turn back," she grunted. "I want you, Mercury, honey. Really want you."
"OH, BABY, WE WANT EACH OTHER," he said.
She continued to watch with yearning and hypnotic fascination as Mercury's long, sturdy fingers continued to grind and slide against the surface of his towering, mammoth penis.
CHAPTER NINE
After Mercury had run his fingers up and down the full length of his steely, ebony shaft, he eased his body downward on top of the heart-shaped bed.
He looked down at the firm, slightly twitching body of the bronze-skinned beauty. His tongue shoved forward, landing swiftly inside her mouth as it worked back and forth, grinding with steady electricity as it pushed and shoved against her tongue.
As he released his tongue from her mouth, Alma stared up into his eyes. It was almost too much for her to endure, the fact that this resolute, handsome man was now so ready for immediate action.
His lips securely fastened against the delicate pink rigidity of her left nipple. She let out a loud, erotic moan as his thick, piercing, red tongue began to swirl with diligent excitement around the tiny crinkly bud of her distended nipple.
Alma was so engrossed in the sudden assault on her breasts that her head once again began to spin. Here she was, with the man of her dreams, and this time he was not only willing to make a move toward her, but to jump into bed and make love.
With the sides of his hands, the powerful Mercury pushed his lover's slender, slightly sweat-dampened thighs apart, forcing his head between them in one incredibly quick motion. His face moved against the sparse curliness of her raven-colored pubic fleece.
Alma let out an erotic moan, as if the air had been kicked from her lungs as his lips pressed against her vaginal softness in a fervent soul kiss that sent shuddering waves of rippling electricity throughout the warm nakedness of her seething loins and against the tips of her firm, resilient breasts.
"OOOHHH, DARLING, MAKE LOVE TO ME, OOOHHH, DO IT," she gulped.
His stoutly determined lips squirmed lasciviously against the fleshy heat of. her quivering, young womanhood as his tongue found the pink throbbing node of her moist clitoris.
The voluptuous Alma began to wail hysterically as his mouth closed around the sensitive, nerve-filled little bud and she once more tried to jerk her steaming body away, and as her body jerked back and forth, he held her with both hands around her trim waist.
"Easy, easy, easy," he told her.
"But, ohhh, ooohhh, it's just too much," she said. "Darling, you're too much. I don't know how much I can take, How much of your beautiful lovemaking I can accept."
Those same telltale, wispy pin pricks of sensual pleasure that had circulated through her body so many times in Mercury's absence, occasions on which she would imagine him making love to her, were present once more. The beautiful Alma could feel the heat rising from between her nakedly splayed thighs like the hot glow of a burning flame.
The bronze-skinned beauty's firm, ripe body convulsed as his quickly piercing tongue laved the sweet-smelling furrow of her cuntal moistness. Dewdrops of her own moisture already lined the ragged lips of her taut, pink vagina and Mercury could taste their perfume-like pungence with his tongue tip as he worked it between the writhing, twisting movements of her moistly inflamed pussy and into the tight sheath of her ravaged cunt.
She tremored and squirmed as though someone were tickling her, tormentingly teasing her loins, arousing her mercilessly until her body turned hotly with the flames of wild, restless passion. Alma's skin flushed with redness and the perspiration that had only trickled down from her forehead earlier was now bathing her entire body.
"MERCURY, OOOHHH, YOU'RE A WONDER," she gulped. "OOOHHH, KEEP USING YOUR BEAUTIFUL TONGUE. WHAT A WONDERFUL TONGUE. HOW I LOVE IT.
OOOHHH, HOW I LOVE BEING DOMINATED BY YOU."
"Of course you do," he smiled. "My darling. What a fool I've been. What a damned, stupid fool. But no more. Oh, no, now I recognize just what I've got here and I'm not gonna let go."
"OOOHHH, MY DARLING," she sighed. "IT SOUNDS SO GOOD TO HEAR YOU SAY THAT. COME ON, MY SWEET. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, LET'S DO IT. LET'S REALLY DO IT."
Even though she was actually experiencing all of this, it still seemed very much like a dream. Here was Mercury, the man she'd dreamed of and fantasized about so many times, actually going all out, providing her with the utmost in scintillating passion.
The horny Mercury Morrison's blazing lips suddenly left the moist flesh of her pink, sweltering vagina and as she heard the slurping sounds that emanated from her own seeping vaginal slit as he pulled away from her, her body trembled in a sweeping spasm.
"WHAT A PUSSY, WHAT A GORGEOUS PUSSY," he gulped.
The heavily panting policeman knelt between her nakedly splayed legs and pushed her firm bronzed thighs up and back until her knees crushed the soft peaks of her ripe breasts. Mercury smiled knowingly, able to look down now and observe her voluptuous naked endowments in all their dramatic splendor. How he wanted her. He could hardly believe that he had not made a move toward this beautiful woman prior to now. He had to castigate himself silently over his reluctance to do so.
There was the moist, lightly fringed slit of her pussy, her quivering, pink lips palpitating with wild excitement. Tiny beads of moisture lined the small, hair-rimmed furrow, and beneath it he could see the tightly puckered ring of her imposing anus.
He quickly levered his body over hers, resting his weight on his hands. Mercury reached down and kissed Alma with naked arousal on her warm, fleshy lips. He listened to the loud, hissing sounds that emanated from her, indicating the extent to which she had been pushed into a wild and tempestuous sea of passion.
His sharply cannonading tongue surged between the coppery-toned beauty's white teeth and into her mouth as she sucked and pulled on it, throwing her arms around Mercury's strong, sweaty back in an embrace of desperate surrender.
"OHHH, MERCURY, TAKE ME, TAKE ME, TAKE ME," she grunted. "I'M ALL YOURS, DARLING. YES, ALL YOURS, ALL YOURS."
"Completely mine?" he grinned. "YES, OOOHHH, YES, COMPLETELY, COMPLETELY, COMPLETELY."
The seething Alma, her cunt inflamed with lascivious lust, wanted his steaming cock inside her in the worst way.
She looked up into his eyes with misty-eyed arousal. She mopped some sweat from her brow, then watched as his lips once more quickly pulsated against her warm breasts, encircling them one after the other in a siege of wild, impassioned fury. She felt her own nipples harden as his mouth caressed her naked flesh. His teeth grated lightly over the crinkly budding hardness of her nipples as she squirmed under him and whimpered with girlish delight.
"OOOHHH, BABY, OHHHH, WE'RE REALLY GETTING INTO IT NOW," Mercury gulped. "OOOHHH, MY DARLING, WHAT A BODY YOU'VE GOT. WHAT A WOMAN YOU ARE."
He gritted his teeth with wild determination, then moved his surging penis forward as his loins ground excitedly against the upturned softness of her crotch. His blue-veined member squirmed against the pink, hair-fringed slit of her cunt and she whimpered excitedly as the lust-bloated head of his stirring, steely tool rubbed against the budding hardness of her sensitive clitoris.
She squirmed like a fishout of water, biting into the flesh of her lower lip as her mind staggered under the intensity of her feelings. The act that she had long fantasized about was now in the process of being consummated, and there were those same pin pricks of sensation, along with the surging volts of electricity that dominated her inner being.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, IT'S GONNA FEEL SO GOOD," he said. "JUST YOU AND ME, OHHHH, FANTASTIC."
He pointed down toward his long, ebony cock, hoping that she would run her fingers up and down it several times.
"Come on, pump on it," he encouraged. "It'll mean something to me. Mean a hell of a lot."
Her quivering fingers lightly encircled the lust-swollen head of his mammoth tool. His excited cock throbbed and pulsed in her cautious grip like it was alive.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, COME ON, PLAY WITH IT," he gulped. "COME ON, PLAY WITH MY BIG, LONG DICK."
Her fingers pumped and slid along the fleshy base of his firm, excitement-filled shaft for a few minutes. He finally called her action to a halt.
He reached out and made a grab for his erect tool, sliding it back and forth several times, then tensing his body as he prepared for the first swift, determined thrust inside the moistness of her feminine fissure.
"OHHHH, GET SET, OOOHHH, HERE WE GO," he exclaimed.
He reached back and let his fingers slide smoothly against the warmth of her firm buttocks flesh as he pushed his hard, erect cock forward, shoving it up between the rubbery, flange-like ridges of her pussy until he felt the tight, moist opening. He could feel her pussy lips flowering hotly around his rapidly gyrating cock in a last gesture of lewd invitation. He pushed with wild desire into her, grinding and stabbing with the strength of a racing locomotive.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHHH, YOU'RE REALLY SHOVING IT," she sighed. "OOOHHH, DARLING, KEEP PUSHING IT IN ME. YES, I WANT YOUR COCK, OOOHHH, I WANT YOUR LONG, HARD COCK."
The beautiful Alma was dripping wet and her juices lubricated his hard, sharp penetration.
Her body tensed beneath him, like an electric wire had been touched to her loins, and a weird gurgling sound emanated from her throat as her dominant lover pushed the throbbing, blood-engorged head of his steaming cock deep into her quaking belly with wild, skewering thrusts.
"You like it, you like it, tell me you like it," he grunted.
"OH, YES, I DO. IT'S WONDERFUL. OOOHHHH, KEEP PLANTING IT. KEEP PLANTING IT HARD AND FAST. KEEP DRIVING IT INTO ME."
As he held on tightly to her firm, rapidly twisting buttocks, he kept impaling the rubbery flanges of her pussy with his quick, steaming penetration.
"OHHH, KEEP IT UP, KEEP FUCKING, KEEP FUCKING, DON'T STOP," she sighed. "OOOHHH, KEEP IT UP, DARLING. OHHHHH, PLANT IT, PLANT IT HARD. OOOHHH, GIVE ME A GREAT FUCK, DARLING. HOW I WANT IT. HOW I WANT YOU."
Mercury's sole objective was that of providing himself and his beautiful lover with the ultimate in wild sensations. He listened to the jangling sounds of the bedsprings, brought about by her methodical wiggling movements as he released his fingers temporarily from her seething buttocks and let them grind tightly against the warmth of her ripe, rapidly undulating breasts.
"OOOHHH, WHAT TITS, WHAT GORGEOUS TITS," he said.
"OHHH, DARLING, OHHHH, KEEP SQUEEZING THEM."
"I THOUGHT YOU'D LIKE THAT."
"I LOVE IT, I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF IT."
Amidst the wild turmoil of which he was an inherent part, the handsome Mercury felt a sense of almost majestic excitement. Now he was inside of this beautiful young woman, and the tightness of her clasping pussy was enough to make him regret more than ever the fact that he had never tried up to that point. His stiff, sturdy prick was penetrating sharply between her legs and he was determined to fuck her silly and ravage her unceasingly until his fiery white rivulets of cum sloshed hotly in her teasing, quivering body.
Alma heard the deep, insistently heavy gasping sounds that constantly emanated from Mercury as he kept on pumping, driving his cock with a single-minded fury.
His steaming, repetitious thrusts were becoming more frequent with each and every passing moment, and with every backward movement of his desire-stiffened erection, he pulled his cock almost entirely out of her cuntal sheath, stretching the fleshy lips of her quivering pussy and leaving just the thick head of his mammoth penis inside her cuntal slit.
Then, all of a sudden, grunting with renewed energy, the aroused Mercury would push with incredible strength forward, skewering wetly into the tightly gripping depths of her warm, pink nest, pushing the delicate flesh aside in huge rippling waves until his pelvis collided with a wet smack against the softness of her nakedly upturned crotch.
His bloated, steaming balls slapped resoundingly time and again against the smooth hairless crevice of the coppery-toned beauty's ripe nether cheeks with a reverberating noise that made her desire only more intense, and it was an unswerving desire to experience the ultimate in the form of sensual pleasure from this handsome man.
He listened to her soft, whimpering sounds as his fingers tightly pushed against the crinkly warmth of her nipples.
The panting, trembling beauty's face became wetter with perspiration as each excitement-filled minute passed. Her knees were nearly doubled back and her breasts were crushed beneath her legs as tiny wisp-like emanations of pleasure surfaced from the roughly smashed buds of her hard, ripe nipples, as her firm upper legs lasciviously rubbed them into full erection. Alma could feel them throb with pulsating desire as her legs moved over them in symmetrical rhythm with his deep-thrusting, sharply pounding strokes.
A mindless chant pourred from the beautiful Alma's trembling lips like a warm gurgling liquid. His delicious, hammering thrusts had transformed her from a normal, healthy young woman into a shuddering, moaning sex slave, eager to do his wanton bidding, to do anything that the handsome, determined Mercury Morrison suggested.
Her head tossed rapidly from side to side, her radiant raven-colored locks flailing about her face in seemingly every direction at once.
The cords in the entranced beauty's neck stood out prominently as she gasped and choked from the powerful, deep, skewering thrusts that she constantly received as she rose ever higher with each impaling lunge of his devastating, inflamed shaft. Both physically and emotionally she strained upward to meet his pleasure-giving stabs, peaking emotionally, her passions swelling to a shuddering, screaming climax.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH MORE I CAN TAKE," she sighed. "MERCURY, OHHHH, I'M YOUR SLAVE, I WANT YOU, I WANT YOU, I WANT YOU.-OHHHH, KEEP FUCKING ME. KEEP FUCKING ME."
"Keep on saying that," he grinned. "I love to hear it, darling. It's like music to my ears."
"OOOHHH, YES, YES, SCREW ME, OHHHH, STICK IT IN ME," she gulped. "AAAHHH, OOOHHH, WHAT A PRICK. OOOHHH, WHAT A BEAUTIFUL, GLORIOUS PRICK. KEEP IT WORKING. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, HAMMER WITH IT, OHHH, SCREW ME, COME ON, OHHHH, FUCK ME."
Above her lithe, naked form Alma could hear her rapidly pursuing lover bleating in her ear like a love-sick bull, his breath coming in frantic, gasping surges. His ever-maddening sexual rhythm began to slow down as his frenzied, lustful jabs became a slow, sensuous tempo of thick, blood-engorged cock thrusts that speared into the depths of her quaking belly. Alma's cuntal grip tightened around his surging rigidity like a warm, moist fist and the two of them worked as one, their trembling, perspiration-dampened limbs entwined and their bodies surgingly against each other until they were both covered with each other's sweat.
"This is glorious," he grinned, licking his lips with lascivious delight. "Ohhh, having this beautiful body under me. How great."
In a quick surge of lustful energy, he reached down and teasingly tweaked her nipples, causing her ripe, sharply undulating buttocks to respond with twisting, circular movements beneath him as he listened once more to the familiar sounds of the jangling bed-springs.
The aroused Alma, her head spinning, could taste the peculiar salty pungence of her own blood as she bit hurtfully and nervously once more into her lower lip as she sought to come to grips with herself, to sort out fact from fiction, fantasy from reality. This was no fantasy. The man of her dreams was there, right in her presence, driving his stiff, steadily assaulting ebony penis into the searing depths of her quickly clasping, moist pussy.
Her arms were locked tightly now behind her lover's back and her long, slender legs wrapped tightly around his hips as she fought to pull him even deeper up between her upraised thighs and into the swirling heat of her naked loins.
"COME ON, TAKE ME, TAKE ME, OOOHHH, TAKE ME," she told him.
Alma quickly opened her eyes and observed a crooked grin of ultimate sensual conquest on her pursuing lover's lips as she knew she was utterly and completely his.
His rhythmic, undulating thrusts were driving her insane with lascivious delight, and she wanted nothing other than the hard, pounding tempo with which he was sending his steely cock deep inside her. She was totally his, and it was high time, and Alma was determined to tighten her pussy muscles and afford the rampaging Mercury the best possible screw imaginable.
"OOOHHH, KEEP PUMPING," she sighed. "OHHHH, AAAHHH, PUMP WITH YOUR COCK. OHHHH, KEEP SLAMMING IT. KEEP SLAMMING IT HARD, OHHH, AAAHHH, SLAM IT FAST."
As she listened to him heave a deep sigh, he then thrust into her with renewed vigor, making a long, rapid lunge that seemed certain to burst out her throat. By then she was impaled helplessly, completely wrapped around his deeply thrusting, skewering member until she felt nothing other than an extension of his steaming, sweat-dampened loins.
The bronze beauty's nails gripped desperately into Mercury's back as he rapatiously fucked her, and she felt welts across his flesh as she gurgled hysterically, her whole body quivering and throbbing with enraptured desire.
"YES, I'VE GOT EVERYTHING UNDER CONTROL," he grinned confidently. "COME ON, JUST KEEP THOSE HOT HIPS AND ASS CHEEKS OF YOURS MOVING. YEAH, SLIDE THEM REAL NICE. OOOHHH, I LIKE THIS.
OOOHHH, I LOVE IT."
He reached down with both hands and let his pursuing fingers clutch and twist as they sharply penetrated against the tempestuous warmth of her writhing ass cheeks. Suddenly Alma moaned and mewled animalistically as her womb flowered around his deeply probing cock and the gush of her stirring love juices began to bathe his erection, flowing hotly from the ragged pink lips of her flushed pussy. It was like dipping his smoldering cock in a pool of liquid honey. She was there, yes, almost there.
Suddenly Alma tensed convulsively as the air burst dramatically from her lungs. Her back arched incredibly, lifting them both off the bed temporarily as her toes curled tightly against the soles of her bare feet.
Even with the inhuman effort that she was exerting, a scream still burst from her parched throat as her body writhed and squirmed. She kicked high into the air above her, heaving sigh upon sigh as her fists pounded frantically against her lover's back.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, AAAHHH, I'M GUSHING, OHHHH, I'M GUMMING, CUM-MING, CUMMING, GUMMING," she sighed. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I'M GUSHING, OHHHH, AAAHHH, I DON'T BELIEVE IT. OOOOHHH, OHHHHH, AAAHHH, YOU'RE TOO MUCH. DARLING, OHHHHH, DON'T LET ME GO. OOOHHH, NEVER, NEVER, NEVER LET ME GO. OH, YEAH, AAAHHH, MERCURY, OOOOHHH, AAAHHH, KEEP IT UP. YES, OOOHHH, HOW I NEED IT, OHHHHH, I NEED IT, NEED IT, NEED IT."
Mercury barely managed to stay astride the young, aroused coppery beauty as she squirmed and wriggled under him. He thought back once again to the expression she had had on her face when they had begun screwing. It was like a starving woman who was suddenly about to experience food for the first time in a long spell. He blamed himself for being so damned stupid if not callous, of not picking up on her cues, but now he was determined to make amends.
His deep, skewering thrusts did not stop, and each one brought another gurgling cry of wanton passion to her trembling lips as her hips kept on moving, grinding concentrically against the crisp white bed sheets that lay beneath her.
A criss-crossed web of bloody welts adorned Mercury's back as the hysterical Alma's nails continued ripping unrestrainedly into his back. She was scarcely aware of what she was doing as she lay there over the brink of her lascivious climax and falling deliciously into the whirling maelstrom of orgasmic delight.
Suddenly her rapidly charging lover heaved a loud gasp as his loins started to throb and pound ever harder against the sensitively upturned flesh of her crotch. His lust-bloated testicles, filled with the passion-heated thickness of his steaming cream, were on the verge of emptying in a gushing whirlpool of torrential lust.
"OOOHHH, HERE I GO, HERE I GO," he informed her, gasping and hissing. "OOOHHH, I'M GONNA EXPLODE, EXPLODE IN A SECOND. KEEP MOVIN' THAT FLAMING BUTT OF YOURS, HONEY. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, KEEP IT UP."
Mercury reached down with both hands, grinding his fingers with steady insistence, letting them plunge sharply against the warmth of her upturned ass cheeks. As he squeezed tightly against the firmness of her ripely contoured globes of ass flesh, she began to beg once more.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, PLEASE UNLOAD, PLEASE UNLOAD," she said. "OH, DARLING, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHHH, I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF IT. I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF YOU. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, KEEP FUCKING ME. YES, OOOHHH, YES, HOW I WANT IT, OOOHHH, HOW I NEED IT."
"We both need it."
"OOOHHH, YES, YES, YES, WE DO," she nodded eagerly.
The hotly rampaging Mercury Morrison removed his tempestuous fingers from her rapidly writhing ass cheeks. He then started to zealously slap at them. His grunting and gasping became increasingly louder as his quick, charging cock kept driving between her nakedly splayed thighs and into the seething inner depths of her tight, salaciously alive cunt.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, GET READY, GET READY, GET READY, I'VE GOTTA SHOOT, GOTTA SHOOT RIGHT AWAY," his body dramatically tensed.
Mercury watched with wild-eyed enjoyment as he began to empty a load of thick, hot-white cream in a raging sea of steaming viscous liquid that raced along the gleaming wet shaft of his piercing cock. He seemed to hesitate for one exquisite instant as it reached the knobbish head of his stirring member. He then started to gush warmly into the quivering inner depths of her quaking belly.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I'M IN YOU, OOOHHH, IT FEELS SO GOOD, SO GOOD. OOOHHH, IT'S BEAUTIFUL," he sighed.
Once more the delirious Alma reached out and let her nails come into contact with his back. Even though a stinging sensation resulted, it certainly wasn't enough to detract from Mercury's pleasure in any way, shape or form. As a matter-of-fact, the pleasure-pain syndrome of which he was a part, if anything, enhanced the tremendous waves of desire that he experienced.
His spurting load emptied with bullet-like ripples of sticky semen that gloriously flooded his beautiful lover's insides and oozed from around the impaling thickness of his warmly exploding penis.
Alma heaved a deep gasp, then tensed still tauter, her eyes alive with surprise and confusion as it seemed her insides were awash with the hot, gushing wetness of his flaming, seemingly interminable orgasm. It was like he was going to flood the ragged, naked flanges of her pink pussy with his steaming white arsenal of volcanic liquid.
"OOOHHH, IT'S SHOOTING INSIDE ME, OOOHHH, THERE'S SO MUCH OF IT, OOOHHH, IT'S A BEAUTIFUL FEELING," she sighed. "OOOHHH, OOOHHH, GO AHEAD, AAAHHH, KEEP UNLOADING. MY DARLING, OOOHHH, FUCK ME. FUCK ME, OHHHHH, WHAT A FUCK YOU ARE. WHAT A BEAUTIFUL FUCK."
Her toes curled and her sweat-stained legs kicked back and forth. The furious sounds of their bodies banging and slamming relentlessly against the bedsprings beneath them were louder and more turbulent than ever. She listened to the sounds of his heavy, harsh, breath as he kept on unloading, watching the furious onslaught of thick, white semen that flooded her hair-fringed fissure.
"AAAHHH, KEEP TWISTING, KEEP TWISTING YOUR BUTT," he sighed. "OOOHHH, HOW I WANT IT. OHHHH, HOW I WANT EVERY BIT OF THE ACTION. WHAT FUCKING, OHHHH, WHAT FUCKING, WHAT BEAUTIFUL, GLORIOUS FUCKING."
His fingers reached down and curled sharply against the warmth of her radiant, rhythmically sliding ass cheeks. All the while he kept on slamming with his tempestuous cock, letting it twist and slide as the final few droplets of his hot, explosive liquid splashed from the end of his blazing inferno.
"WHAT A SCREW," he told her, running his fingers through her sweaty strands of raven hair. "MY DARLING, JUST BEING AROUND YOU MEANS SO MUCH TO ME. WHAT A FOOL I'VE BEEN IN THE PAST. WILL YOU FORGIVE ME?"
"Will you forgive me for putting those welts on your back?"she looked at him with tenderness, reaching up and running her fingers gently against the crisscross of welts that her nails had caused.
"Of course I will," he smiled. "You know, you might think that I'm some kind of a nut for sayin' this, honey, but there was something actually enjoyable about it. Something real sexy. No, you just got carried away. Lots of real sexy people do that in sex."
"I never did before," she shook her head insistently. "At least not before tonight."'
"Not even with your ex-husband?"
"No, not even him," she shook her head again. "I guess that means something. I guess it tells me one thing. That you mean a whole lot, Mercury."
"You mean plenty to me, too, baby," Mercury smiled. "Every time I looked down at that gorgeous body it made me feel so good to know that you wanted me, that I was able to have sex with you. Oh, damned, are you ever built."
"You're not so bad yourself," she smiled.
"Oh, yeah, I guess you have to call this a mutual admiration society."
"That's right. I admire your cock and you admire my pussy."
"That's good. That's very good."
He laughed loudly, then pushed his lips affectionately against hers. She shoved her sensuous, red lips forward, meeting his commanding thrusts.
CHAPTER TEN
Despite the fact that Alma had just experienced the most sensational fuck of her life, she could still see that her appetite remained intact.
It was as if she was totally insatiable around this lean, panther-like man whose body trembled as he lay there with his slender legs extended, his penis having diminished only slightly from his orgasm.
"Oh, damned, this cock of mine is so hot," he said. "It just needs a little help, honey. I mean, to get it right back to where it was before."
"This is so super," she rolled her eyes with eager anticipation. "I can't seem to get enough around you, honey. Can't seem to at all. You're some kind of man."
"You're some kind of woman," Mercury Morrison grinned. "Like I said, I was a fool before, but I ain't gonna be a fool again."
"That's all that counts, darling. Let's not even think about the past. All we know is that we've got the present and the future."
"RIGHT ON, SISTER. OH, DAMNED, I CAN FEEL THOSE TITILLATING MOVEMENTS RIGHT NOW DOWN THERE IN MY BALLS."
"Yes, I'm sure you can," she nodded.
As the beautiful Alma continued to gain confidence around her handsome partner, she was willing to extend herself more and become far more assertive in her actions. As he lay there stretched out on his back, she reached out and allowed her fingers to manipulate slowly and smoothly against his cock.
"THAT'S IT, START PLAYIN' WITH MY PRICK," he nodded agreeably. "JUST PUT THOSE FINGERS TO WORK, HONEY. OOOOHHH, LET THEM GO. OHHH, GIVE ME A NICE MASSAGE. A BEAUTIFUL PRICK MASSAGE."
Never before had she experienced anything like this in the way of a reaction to another man. Not even with her ex-husband Herb, who had been able to turn her on emotionally, had she ever felt like enthusiastically reaching down and playing with his cock. On every such occasion, she recalled, Herb had always asked her to take that particular course pf action. But now she hadn't been asked at all. She just knew instinctively that her handsome lover wanted it, and so she proceeded to give him what he wanted, gliding her fingers against the ebony base of his penis.
"OOOHHH, THAT'S NICE," he gulped. "COME ON, KEEP MOVING, HONEY. OOOHHH, LET THOSE FINGERS GO."
Her fingers slid with appreciable swiftness along the nub-like end of his sturdy penis as she saw fit to tantalize him with her finger probings. After she would manipulate her fingers tightly and swiftly over the full length of his cock for a little while, she would then slow down a little, moving them with slower precision as they ground against his inflamed organ.
As her fingers encircled the tip of his phallus, he reached out and slid his fingers up and down her strands of raven-colored hair. Every now and then he would let them grip tightly against her scalp to let her know just how eager he was to remain in firm control of the situation.
"OOOHHH, THAT'S IT, KEEP FINGERING ME," he commanded in a booming tone. "OH, YES, COME ON, MOVE YOUR FINGERS OVER THE TIP. COME ON, JUST TEASE IT A LITTLE, HONEY. OOOHHH, YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE TO MOVE YOUR FINGERS FAST. MATTER OF FACT, THAT'S ALL RIGHT, DO IT NICE AND SLOW. YOU CAN SLOW UP A LITTLE, HONEY. OH, YEAH, IT FEELS SO GOOD, OOOHHH, IT FEELS GREAT, WHEN YOU TEASE ME WITH THOSE SLOW, SMOOTH, BEAUTIFUL STROKES. YEAH, BEAUTIFUL, OOOHHH, COPASETIC."
He grinned broadly, showing his even, white teeth, as Mercury Morrison watched his attentive lover slow up her pace, gliding her fingers against the firm, resolute tip of his ever-hardening organ as he continued to feel the wild waves of emotional titillation continuing to surface and accentuate in his leathery testicles and his ever-throbbing cock.
"OKAY, OOOHHH, NOW GO TO WORK UP AND DOWN THE FULL LENGTH OF MY PRICK," he commanded. "COME ON, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, PUT SOME OOMPH INTO THE MOVEMENTS. HONEY, OOOHHH, REALLY GO TO WORK. GRIND YOUR FINGERS AGAINST MY PRICK. AAAHHH, DO IT, COME ON, LET'S REALLY DO IT."
The beautiful Alma released her fingers from the nub-like end of her lover's stiff shaft. Up and down she began to carefully probe against the rubbery base of his steadily lengthening phallic joy stick. She could not help but take pride in the fact that she was pushing him resolutely back up to his former state of hardness, and the longer that her fingers pumped, the more eagerly that she approached the subject at hand.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, GET IT OFF, GET IT OFF," he gulped. "GET ME HARD, HONEY, OOOHHH, YOU'RE DOING IT, YOU'RE REALLY DOING IT."
Her fingers kept on curling along the rigid, rubbery base of his strong, sturdy cock. The longer she 'kept it up, the wider the smile that broadened across her handsome lover's entire face. It made him happy to look at the bulging dimensions of his hard tool as her fingers kept on pressing, pushing sharply and tightly as they worked up and down the full length of his throbbing cock.
Alma's fingers glided with great determination. She could see that any hang-up she might have had relating to sex now rested squarely in the background. Alma remembered how many times that Herb had tried to involve her in more elements of sex than what she was willing to engage in, but she had steadfastly turned him down most of the time. Now she could see the reason why. Apparently Herb was not the man who was meant for her. Even though she could react to a certain degree in the realm of sexual excitement with him, it was nothing like the kinds of wild, exciting sensations that she experienced at this moment in time in the dazzling lovemaking that she was sharing with Mercury Morrison.
"OOOHHH, COME ON, PLAY WITH MY BALLS," he finally gulped. "COME ON, OOOHHH, WORK YOUR FINGERS OVER THEM, DARLING. I WANT TO FEEL YOUR FINGERS ON MY HOT NUTS. OOOHHH, AHHHH, I'M GETTING SO EXCITED. DAMNED, OOOHHH, I'M GETTING READY TO EXPLODE. OOOHHH, YOUR FINGERS ARE DOING IT."
His sweat-dampened hips and legs twitched with increasing fervor from the solid impact generated by her stirring fingers. His eyes widened as he stared at the beautiful sight of the coppery-skinned Alma as she reached down and let her fingers slowly and smoothly explore the crinkly surface of his steaming testicles. He watched with great eagerness the manner in which they swiftly ballooned with excitement and he knew that there was a load of hot, savory, juicy sperm stored up inside his agitated balls.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, AAAHHH, COME ON, REALLY GRAB HOLD OF THEM," he sighed. "COME ON, OOOHHH, OHHHH, HOLD ON NICE AND TIGHT. AAAHHH, OOOOHHH, I LIKE IT. YES, THIS IS BEAUTIFUL. OHHHHH, COME ON, HOLD ON. OHHHH, PUSH, SHOVE, OOOHHH, FINGER ME."
He reached out and fervently grabbed hold of his beautiful lover's scalp, pulling and tugging at it tightly, caught up in the throes of passionate ecstasy. Every now and then his agitated body would twist and turn sharply, demonstrating the level of excitement that circulated throughout the whole electrified form of the handsome Mercury Morrison.
Her fingers kept on probing, moving sharply and tightly against the inflated surface of his warm, balloon-like balls. Finally they began to twitch with ever-greater excitement and he knew that it was time to move on to something else.
"OOHHH, HONEY, TURN LOOSE," he gulped. "IF YOU DON'T I'M GONNA JUICE RIGHT NOW. I DON'T WANT TO JUICE THIS WAY."
: She released her fingers from his surging nuts. Alma watched as he shoved his body forward, pushing his wet, red, snake-like tongue in the direction of her mouth. He shoved it forward, letting it drive in a surging wave of joy as it resolutely worked itself inside of the steaming depths of her saliva-slick mouth.
His tongue swiftly twisted and turned as it merged with hers in a whirlpool of wet, mutual bliss. The seething determination and joy continued to surface within him as his steady, rapier-like tongue made contact with hers. The more rapidly that he would glide his wet, quivering digit into her mouth, the swifter that her own tongue would respond as their saliva intermeshed in a sea of stormy, tempestuous, sexual excitement.
Back and forth his thundering tongue continued to cannonade, driving and twisting with wild, unimpeded lust. While his stormy tongue kept on driving and thrusting eagerly against hers and their breath continued to merge, he reached out and ran his fingers up and down the small of her back. His fingers pressed tightly against the warmth of her firm, coppery skin, and Alma's whole body tightened under his commanding finger and tongue thrusts. Yes, she fully recognized, she loved being dominated by this handsome, aggressive man. She could see now why she had fantasized so much about Mercury in the past. Reality was exceeding fantasy in this particular respect. She had heard so much about the opposite being true, but in the case of Mercury, no, it was the reality that turned her on more than anything else.
She listened to the loud, heavily panting sounds of Mercury and recognized that he was exploding in a rage of sensual fire. The pin pricks of anxiety kept multiplying throughout Mercury's entire body as his piercing tongue pushed relentlessly onward, driving with resilient zest as it ground against her tongue. His fingers eventually pushed sharply and began to pinch against the searing warmth of her back.
Mercury quickly removed his tongue from his lover's mouth. He reached down with his left hand and permitted his fingers to glide smoothly against the wetness of her stormy pussy. Each time that his tingly fingers slid resiliently against the moistness of her damp, sodden clitoris, Alma's whole body instantly quivered as she heaved a loud, determined gasp.
"OOOHHH, THAT FEELS SO GOOD, SO VERY GOOD," she sighed. "OOOOHHH, DARLING, AAAHHH, YOU KNOW HOW TO TAKE CARE OF ME. YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT. YOU KNOW WHAT I NEED."
"Of course I do," he grinned confidently. "We're soul partners, honey. We understand each other."
"OH, YES, OOOHHH, YES, YES," she grunted. "OH, DARLING, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YOU'LL MAKE ME JUICE. OOOHHH, YOUR FINGERS ARE DOING IT. THE WAY THEY'RE PISTONING. OOOHHH, HOW I LOVE IT."
"That's great. I'd like to see you juice."
"OOOHHH, HONEY, OOHHHH, AAAHHH, YES, YES, YOUR FINGERS ARE WORKING SO BEAUTIFULLY," she said.
Her firmly resilient buttocks bounced beneath her, sliding against the crisp white bed sheets as heaved loud, passionate sighs. All the while his thoroughly exploratory fingers ground against the wet warmth of her sodden mound as she was pushed ever closer to the point of a pulsating orgasm.
"OOOHHH, THIS IS NICE, THIS IS NICE, OHHHHH, SO NICE, SO VERY NICE," she gulped.
His fingers kept on rapidly twisting, sliding with firm dexterity as they moved against the wet warmth of her pink, velvety twat. As his fingers continued making sensitive contact with her hot, fiery hole, her buttocks clenched and unclenched as they pressed resoundingly against the bed beneath her. All the while the springs jangled as she recognized how closely she was being pushed toward the inevitable moment when seething juices would have to catapult from her inflamed organ.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Mercury Morrison felt as if he was sitting on top of the entire world.
The incredible sensuality of this raven-haired soul beauty was too much for him to conceive of. All he had to do was run his fingers inside the warmth of her wet, excited vagina and the tempest was sure to follow. Back and forth his fingers continued to stirringly glide as he moved them against the wetness of her inflamed box. He listened to the suctioning sounds of fingers making fervent contact with her blazing cunt, and that only served to excite him that much more as his finger movements proceeded apace.
Alma extended her long, sleek, magnificently tapered coppery legs, which trembled with joyous desire as he manipulated his fingers deep inside her hot, joyous pit. All the while he was propelling her that much closer to the moment when the juices would inevitably spurt from her seething organ and into his hand.
A few quick, jolting finger thrusts later, her hips and ass cheeks spun back and forth as the juices spurted from her organ and into her lover's hand as Mercury smiled triumphantly.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, IT'S GLORIOUS, OOOHHH, IT'S GREAT," she gulped. "DARLING, OOOHHH, IT'S ALL SHOOTING OUT OF ME. AAAAHHH, MY PUSSY'S EXPLODING. I FEEL SO ALIVE, SO FREE, OOOHHH, IT'S SO GREAT. COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP IT MOVING. KEEP YOUR HOT FINGERS MOVING. MOVE THEM NICE AND CRISP-LIKE. AAAHHH, OHHHHHH, YES, THAT'S THE WAY TO DO IT. AAAHHH, OOOHHH, AAAAHHH, OHHHHH, GREAT, OOOHHH, GREAT, GREAT, COME ON, PLAY WITH MY PUSSY."
His fingers continued to slide and grind as he manipulated them against the inflamed nub of her clitoris while her juices popped free of her devastated organ. He watched as her buttocks continued to clench and unclench and her firm, resilient breasts jiggled as she lay there atop the bed.
As he removed his fingers from her mound, he looked at her and smiled.
"You must have been damned excited," he said.
"Oh, honey. Did you ever do a job on me."
"I'm gonna keep doin' a job on you. And you're gonna love it."
"Oh, yes, my dear. I am. I'm really gonna love it."
She watched closely, taking a long look at his muscular chest as she let out a throaty moan. The beautiful Alma's breasts remained rock hard. She could see that around this man her sensuality level would remain at its highest. Her pussy was burning even hotter than it had been prior to her orgasm.
Alma watched as Mercury's slender legs extended wide, allowing his bulging balls to dangle far down, heavy and big, hot and ready, prepared for immediate action. The pubic hair around the base of his steely shaft was curly and dripping with the strings of cock oil. His penis continued to pulsate with wild, adventurous excitement, hardening and becoming that much thicker with each passing moment.
The confident, smiling Mercury reached out and clenched his stirring prick in his fist, squeezing it resoundingly. The fleshy head became bigger as his hand kept up a steady, spirited rhythm.
Mercury looked down at the soft, sweet mounds of her delicate, succulent breasts. The smooth, coffee-textured sheen of her sweat-dampened body flared into the full, ripe curves of her luscious hips. He stared at her scintillating ass, so round and soft, so curvaceously beautiful, so impressive to touch. His eyes widened the longer that he stared at her sultry body.
"Here we go," he smiled.
Sliding his hands over her succulent ass cheeks, Mercury knelt down between her widely extended legs and pulled her searing, sensation-laden crotch toward his face.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHHH, DARLING, DARLING," she sighed, her hips and ass cheeks twisting as she felt the hot, slurping tongue of Mercury slipping into the juicy lips of her palpitating pussy.
His cannonading tongue artfully pushed its way ever deeper inside her, licking and sucking, teasing and tasting her hot juice and slippery cuntal walls. She felt his tongue jabbing in and out, receiving the benefits of his surging tongue fucking until she was on the verge of going crazy.
Her sweat-dampened, trembling arms wrapped around her lover's head, pulling him ever tighter into her body. As far as the bronze-skinned beauty was concerned, Mercury could not be close enough. Her sleek, trim thighs closed around his head, trapping him in their warm embrace.
All the while, Alma felt Mercury's nose pushing against her clitoris, rubbing the pink, pearl-like surface up toward the point of climax.
"HHHMMM, OHHHHH, OOOOHHH, AAAAHHH," she moaned loudly. "MY DARLING, OOOHHH, OHHHHH, HOW I LOVE IT."
She shook all over, twisting her hips unrestrainedly as she felt his mouth suck her pussy dry. As Alma listened to the steady suctioning sounds of his tongue coming into steady rhythmic contact with her inflamed pussy, her warm, jutting breasts swung around and swayed back and forth with frantic movements of her lasciviously alive body. She began to hunch excitedly against her aroused lover's face, and all the while he drove his cascading red tongue that much deeper into her electrified body.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, DO IT TO ME, OHHHH, YOU KNOW I WANT IT, OOOHHH, DO ME," she moaned. "OH, DARLING, COME ON, KEEP YOUR TONGUE MOVING. SUCK WITH IT, OOOHHH, SUCK, eXt MY PUSSY. YES, DARLING, PLEASE DO IT. OOOHHH, DO IT, DO IT, DO IT."
Alma continued to moan and writhe as the hot, thick fuck oil washed through her seething vagina and into Mercury's slurping, aroused mouth as his steadily pistoning tongue continued to cannonade sharply inside the ragged flanges of her seethingly alive pink pussy.
His wide, strong fingers spread over his lover's twisting, brown ass, pulling her tighter against his face while he tongue fucked her with ever-accelerating speed. The rough, quivering, shoving surface, extended against the sensitive length of her moist vaginal walls, teased them until they were hot, throbbing, spread wide with vigorous sensual anticipation.
As she began to moan and beg again, anticipating another approaching climax, he pulled his face away from her and grinned.
"What a gorgeous pussy," he smiled. "You're ready for more, aren't you?"
"Definitely. You can suck me any time you want to," she smiled, extending her lewdly splayed legs even wider than before in wanton invitation.
"Oh, no, we finished that part of our action," he shook his head. "It's time to move on to something else, honey."
"Oh, yes. Whatever you say, my love. All I know is that I want you."
"That's good. I'm so glad to hear you say that," he smiled. "Any time you re-enforce that it makes me feel so much better."
She watched as Mercury began to hunch his body gently toward hers. She could hear his deep, lusty moans. His hands held her head in a gentle embrace, gliding it ever further while he held her. His legs slowly buckled.
Mercury's hands dramatically tightened their grip on her as groans burst from his chest. Abruptly he pulled up and clasped her body against his own while her feet dangled even with his knees. By then she was in a state of helplessness. If anyone was a hypnotized party at that point in time, it had to be the beautiful Alma as she pulled her mouth quickly and resourcefully against his. They shared their passionate kiss with a hot, incessant longing.
"OOOHHH, WHAT A KISS," he murmured after their lips finally parted.
Continuing to clutch the gorgeous Alma tightly, Mercury pulled his body around, squeezing her into him as if she were some kind of cuddly toy. With their lips even, their frantically twisting, inflamed, sweaty bodies were close to meshing. Alma twisted frenziedly and her lover held onto her tightly in his arms. She loved having him take complete command of her, and as she did so she panted that much louder than before. He lowered her inch by sweet inch as his flesh joined hers.
"AAAAHHHHH," a sigh of relief broke from deep within Mercury's throat.
While his beautiful lover held on for dear life, helplessly locked in his fervent, passionate embrace, she recognized that he was completely calling the shots. It made her feel good to finally lie back and respond to ihe man of her dreams, to let him completely take command of her ripely beautiful brown body. Her feet kicked upward toward the ceiling, her toes curling with unrestrained joy. She had a feeling of being locked somewhere in outer space. His hands and manhood supported her as she wiggled around with her hips and flaring ass cheeks, feeling him under the weight of her body.
"Hold onto me," he grunted.
Abruptly the responsive Alma's hands flew around her lover's neck. She threw her head back as wave upon wave of ecstasy riddled her body. Alma felt like she was balanced somewhere between heaven and earth, suspended in total animation by her lover's frantic phallic desire. As she clung there, feeling lustful waves of passionate urgency all the while, her weight remained suspended by her tiny hands and his muscular body as she felt Mercury's strong, sure hands move up her back.
Mercury reached out and made a quick grab for the smooth, curvaceous flesh of her breasts. He watched as they jutted out hard and smooth. Hardening in particular were the tiny nubs of her taut nipples. He listened to the sounds of her frantic panting, which was making it only too plain to him just how badly she needed sex.
The coppery-skinned beauty swung her legs around him, barely even aware of what she was doing, reacting solely out of a wild instinctual passion. She clung to his body tightly, shifting and moaning as she felt the strong fingers touching her, dominating her, forcing her to do his bidding. Excitedly she wiggled her hips and shifted her hot breasts, undecided as to just what she wanted to happen at this point. All she knew was that she was enjoying the wild inferno of tempestuous desire into which she had fallen. Here she was trapped, trapped beautifully, locked within the clutches of this handsome, brawny man, who obviously wanted her more than anything in the world. She listened to the sounds of his heavy panting as she closed her eyes, then reopened them, her lips smiling a sensual smile.
As Alma twisted erotically in her handsome pursuer's arms, their lips met passionately once more. Their frantic tongues had become accustomed to each other's pungent taste. Now they explored and plunged even deeper, his mouth rapidly sucking hers inside him so that he was eating her lips and tongue at the same piercing instant.
While the panting lovers kissed, sucked and tongued, their writhing bodies began to press closer together. First his mighty hips moved forward. Then his lover ground back, moving sensuously against him, her heels frantically digging against his warm buttocks as if she were riding a horse.
Frantically the beautiful Negro girl hunched, and ever faster she moved her body until she was manipulating it like a rodeo rider on a wild bucking bronco. Mercury held still and let her gyrate her sweaty body passionately against his own. Even if she had tried, the beautiful Alma could not have gotten far away from her ardently pursuing lover. She was trapped by him, and what was more, she was deliriously happy, ecstatic to be in that position. He shoved up against her so tightly that only he could pull away, and Mercury was not about to do that, at least not until he was through with his impassioned fucking.
Mercury looked down at her. Alma's eyes were glazed with wild lust. He recognized just how much she wanted him, and he was stoutly determined to see to it that she was never disappointed as far as his carnal performance was concerned. Her mouth was wide open at that moment as she started to close her eyes slowly. She remained nestled in his arms as she pulled her legs into a hammerlock, tightening her body as much as possible.
"OOOHHH, ARE WE EVER GONNA FUCK," he laughed. "HONEY, YOU JUST LIE BACK THERE. OOOHHH, YOU JUST GET READY."
"MY DARLING, I'M READY, I'M READY, I'M AS READY AS I'LL EVER BE," she proclaimed.
"That's good. Oh, yeah, look at that body. Damned, you worked up quite a sweat."
"I know I have. Of course, with all this wild action, it isn't unusual, is it?"
"No, not at all," he laughed. As she sank tightly against the white bed sheets beneath her, Alma tightened her hold on her lover as if he would somehow get away. She sighed in satisfaction as his weight came pressing down against her firm breasts and smooth stomach.
"Loosen your legs a little so I can move some," he whispered into her ear.
The beautiful Alma nodded, responding to his command as she felt his hot, probing, wet tongue beginning to slide and slither around her tiny pink ear. He moved it in the manner of a tiny snake as his whole tongue sucked it entirely into his mouth. Spasms of wild passion shot convulsively through her entire body as her arms and legs tightened. She panted and moaned, twisting her head, seeking to get away from the delirious, intoxicating pleasure that was dominating her entire body.
Mercury determinedly refused to let his lover get away. His mouth sucked tightly into her delicate ear as his tongue licked over and through its sensitive surface. Slurping sounds filled her whirling brain. It was the sound of sea in deep caverns. It threatened a tidal wave that would thoroughly inundate her, washing through her, all the way to the cowering gray mass of her brain.
"AAAAHHH, AAAAHHH, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, AAAHHH," she let out a wild series of frenzied sounds.
Alma recognized only too well that her body was frozen around him. It was as if the raven-haired beauty was so hypnotized by what was happening that she could never hope to move.
He quickly changed the situation. With one mighty shove of his heating buttocks, Mercury tore himself free and came tearing back inside her again. He moved in time to the rhythmic passage of his penetrating tongue as it probed quickly inside her ear. The sound of his hot tongue and moving flesh met in great echoes somewhere inside her totally numbed brain.
Yes, she wanted passion, delirious, enjoyable passion. She had anticipated this moment for so long, and many times she had convinced herself that it would never come to pass except for the imaginative reaches of her fantasy-oriented mind. But no, now there he was, providing her with the ultimate in joyous satisfaction. It was almost too much for her to bear up under at one time, but yet, on the other hand, she was seeking to grab this moment and hold onto it for good. Nobody would ever be able to take it away from her, she reasoned, and so she was determined to go all out, to enjoy every satisfying, delirious moment of this ecstatic happening that had brought new life and vigor into her existence.
Frantically she held on, depending on her handsome lover's incredible strength. Alma was drowning in a sea of tempestuous sex and could not swim. Here he was coming out for her, holding her tightly, saving her, swimming with her in his arms as his body clung tightly against hers. Every now and then she could hear his loud, insistent gasps, knowing just how thoroughly excited he was over what was taking place.
He felt his lover lock into a spasm beneath him and pull away again. This time he let the coppery-skinned beauty wait until she was afraid he would not come back. When she moaned and hunched up hard for it, he pushed down into her passion-racked body. He pulled himself out, held half-in, half-out. The panting Alma pushed up, her hips wildly undulating as she shoved her body closer to his. When she was at the top of her upstroke he ground down hard, shoving his searing manhood the rest of the way inside her and pressing her down sharply against the bed beneath her.
"OOOHHH, I DON'T BELIEVE IT, OOOHHH, THIS IS TOO MUCH," she moaned as he shoved himself back inside her.
The wild crescendo of passion continued to rapidly build within the strong, sturdy body of the handsome Mercury Morrison. She loved the fact that he was totally taking charge of her. She looked up at him, grinning broadly, then twisting her buttocks sharply against the bed sheets beneath her.
"OOOHHH, HONEY, TAKE CHARGE OF ME," she moaned as her writhing body continued to twist and sway. "MY DARLING, OOOHHH, I REALLY WANT YOU, I WANT YOU TO DO IT TO ME. OHHHH, FUCK ME, TAKE CHARGE, DO ANYTHING YOU WANT. I'M YOURS, I'M YOURS, I'M YOURS."
"I get the point," he grinned.
"MY DARLING. I'M YOUR WOMAN, I'M YOUR WOMAN."
He held his body down tightly and rigidly against hers, pushing his pelvic mound against the bronzed beauty. He could feel the tight, tender bud of her femininity pushing into him as he ground down hard and fast.
Once more the beautiful Alma's head began to rapidly spin as she wondered if she was not going out of her mind. The weight, the pressing, the tempestuous heat, and the hardness of his writhing body brought her up to the brink of climax. Her breasts were tight-nippled, smooth yet hard, and pointing upward. As he pulled her body up to meet his, her crinkly nipples touched his chest.
She felt him moving ever faster into her body as his chest once again pressed against the pebbly surface of her nipples. His lunging stabs were long and deep, pushing him almost up to her womb. His weight slammed into her again and again as he hunched and shoved with his body, grinding it repeatedly against her. The hot, male smell emanating from his chest and armpits was as strong as the pungent feminine musk emanating from Alma's sweating, naked body. The smell of sex filled the room, making their sensual hunger that much more intense, propelling them into a more eager state. They were frantically desirous of pushing themselves to a frenzied release. She could see that his body was aching for ultimate release, for final conquest, as he thrashed around between her smooth, trim legs. He felt Alma's breasts rubbing methodically against his chest and her legs sought to wrap around his waist as she strained to get all of him inside her.
"OOOHHH, YOU'RE TOO MUCH," she grunted. "MY DARLING, OOOHHH, YES, YES, KEEP IT UP. OOOHHH, IT'S MAGNIFICENT, OOOHHH, FUCK ME, FUCK ME."
Mercury was in ecstasy. The feel of his surging manhood squeezing its way into her twisting womanly flesh made him want to have sex with her twenty-four hours a day non-stop. His hammering organ kept on slashing and twisting, grinding into the wet warmth of her pussy, which made suctioning sounds from the contact with his ripe, thundering dagger.
She felt like she was being laid by a real bull stud. As far as she was concerned, Mercury Morrison was the ultimate bull stud. She had always thought that and now he was proving it to the greatest degree. Every time that she made a move to push upward, the grunting, growling Mercury would keep her pinned relentlessly under him as he shoved himself in and out of her steaming pussy like a blazing piston.
Alma could not help but love the way that he was using her body, Mercury was totally in charge, a man who knew precisely what he was doing. She melted like a ball of wax in front of a fire. Her seething cuntal channel was cooked and turned steamy hot as his stinging ramrod continued to drive and slash in and out of her pulsating organ.
She knew that she could never hope to duplicate a fuck like this in her entire life. No, not even when she and Herb had been their horniest, not even in the wild throes of their honeymoon, had she ever been given a ride like this.
"KEEP FUCKING ME, KEEP STICKING IT IN ME, DARLING, I WANT IT," she assured him. By that point in time, however, there were no assurances necessary. Mercury knew precisely what she wanted and he was out to please her as well as himself. The rhythm of his husky, panting in her ears complemented the probing movements of his stiffly penetrating staff. Her cunt felt like a blast furnace as he came at her in the manner of a machine, a wild sex machine, driving forward at full blast.
"OOOHHH, WHAT A CUNT, WHAT A BEAUTIFUL, WONDERFUL CUNT, WHAT A CUNT," he kept repeating over and over while he kept driving his solid, torrid tool deep inside her.
His ass was clenched up tight, his back covered in sweat. Mercury's chest heaved with his striving for breath. His legs were clenched in long, hard columns of muscle as his ripe, sturdy penis, swollen, hot and red, drove forward incessantly like a poker in a fire.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, YOU'RE SO GOOD," she moaned in a high, gasping tone. "OOOHHH, KEEP FIRING AWAY, DARLING. KEEP FUCKING ME. KEEP FUCKING ME. KEEP FUCKING ME."
Alma's belly and chest constricted as she felt her palpitating pussy slowly going to pieces. The feel of his thick, hard, ramrodding cock pushing its way into the smoldering depths of her seething belly had her on the verge of a volcanic explosion. Her sweat-stained legs spread wider, begging for even more of his thundering, ebony cock, for as much as he could possibly hope to supply.
Her vagina clutched down wet and hard against his rampaging cock. Her twisting, gyrating ass ground frantically, screwing the hot, tumid shaft that was shoving between her frenziedly cascading legs.
Alma's arms tightened solidly around her handsome lover's neck. Convulsively she arched her back, throwing her head back and pumping frantically with her hips. Her whole body strained to receive every solid inch of his mammoth man meat. Alma's vagina clenched like a fist on his steaming cock as her body pressed into him until her breasts were flattened out from the pressure.
"FUCK, THAT'S IT, KEEP FUCKING BACK," an excited Mercury grunted.
His hard peter was rubbed to the point of a diligent explosion. A guttural sound broke into her ears again as he hollered out with another steady cadence.
"OOOHHH, FUCK, COME ON, HONEY, OOOHHH, KEEP FUCKING, FUCK UP TO ME," he gasped.
Her head remained in a wild daze, spinning frenziedly, and all the while he kept on passionately dominating her with the animal savagery of his sharply cannonading cock. By then she was totally immersed in the wild sensuality of this spine-tingling moment. She wanted him to fuck her, to drive his hot, diligent prick deep inside her feminine gullet until the drops of his thundering cock juice poured from the end of his stiff, erect phallic stick.
The beautiful young Negro woman felt a sudden clutching along the entire length of her rapidly palpitating vagina as it tightened dramatically up against his rampaging shaft.
"OOOOHHH, AAAAHHH, OHHHHH, HERE I GOOOOO," she sighed a final warning.
At that tumultuous moment the beautiful Alma gushed, her sweaty hips and legs twisting more rapidly than ever as her vagina gripped and loosened frantically as she felt his organ remain solidly implanted inside her. He began pumping with more frenetic zeal than ever before as the hot knots of his exploding semen began to burst into the tender flesh of her warm womb. She could feel the droplets of seething juice splatter against her vaginal walls, working ever deeper inside her, going where his shaft could not.
"OOOOHHH, OHHHHH, HERE WE GOOOOO," he suddenly exclaimed.
The jerking, twisting beauty felt her lover reach out and make a quick, solid grab for her buttocks. With great tightness he pushed and squeezed, and as he did his steaming pecker imbedded itself one last time against the soft, hot, slippery confines of her hole as his tool began to release its load.
She closed her eyes, feeling the exhilarating sensations of his spurting droplets of hot, white cream as they splashed out in torrential jets as he pushed down harder with his hips, his shoving triggering her to final climax. Her genitals unravelled and went to pieces as he shot his roaring, ricochetting droplets of steaming, white cum deep inside her womb. Mercury could feel her trembling and hunching back into his shoving body, and that only prompted him to drive his pistoning cock forward with that much more vigor and authority until, ultimately, the final few droplets of cascading liquid had spurted emphatically from the steaming tip of his mammoth cock head.
They threw their sweaty arms around each other and embraced for several long moments after Mercury released his now stilled and satisfied cock from her vagina.
"It was better than anything I could have imagined," she told him softly.
"Yes, it was, honey. I couldn't agree with you more."
"I guess this is the start of something big."
"And beautiful."
"Hold me tight. Don't ever let me go."
"Don't worry. Once that I tie into something like you, honey, you can be sure there'd be no way of me letting go."
"That's good to hear."
"I love feeling this warm, beautiful body. I love pressing it against my own."
"Then that makes two of us."
She buried her head against his firm, masculine chest. Never had she felt any better. It felt so good to have this handsome man completely taking charge of her body and mind.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The entire next day Alma Norman remained on cloud nine.
Mercury Morrison had ultimately succumbed to her charms, a wonderful event that she had been hoping for so long would take place, and was she ever happy about that. After having had sex with him she was more convinced than ever that she had truly found the man of her dreams, and nothing would permit their relationship to change. He would never slip through her fingers as far as she was concerned.
That entire next day she spent relaxing. She watched some television and read, but mostly she spent her time recollecting every beautiful moment of their sexual experience of the evening before.
Alma had been able to commit practically everything that had happened to memory, right down to the final detail, and every time that she closed her eyes she could see Mercury's handsome, pistoning body moving toward her, his sharply hammering cock driving in a state of insistent desire as it worked its way into the warmth of her dewy cuntal petals.
She had a leisurely dinner, after which, around eight o'clock, she received a call from Mercury.
"You gonna be home tonight, Alma?" he asked.
"Of course, honey. For you I'll always be around."
"I've got somethin' urgent I've got to talk to you about," he said. "It relates to business."
"Okay, fine. What time will you be dropping over?"
"I've got me some more work to do at the station. Well, should be somewhere around ten. I'll try not to make it too late."
"Don't worry. I'll just stay up and let my TV keep me company until you arrive."
"Okay, I'll try and be there as soon as I can."
As she hung up the telephone, Alma could not help but feel a little concerned. First of all, Mercury had sounded both tired and distant. That bothered her. She could see that once again he was totally immersing himself in his work. Not that she actually minded. She knew that he was a thoroughly dedicated policeman and was determined, as head of The Dusters unit, to crack the narcotics case wide open. But what had happened the evening before caused her to analyze her whole situation with Mercury in a different way than she had earlier. Yes, it was hard enough to agree to go to bed with other men as a means of trapping a narcotics kingpin. But the situation now, however, had reached the intolerable stage. Just how could she ever force herself to go to bed with another man when she was truly in love with Mercury? Since he was the only man who meant anything to her, she wondered if she could ever bring herself to put on the kind of apparently convincing act that she had with Larry Baker. In recollecting that experience, she guiltily recalled how much she had enjoyed having sex with him at the time. But that was different, she reflected. At that point she had yet to experience sex with Mercury. Probably the two reasons why she had been able to enjoy sex with Larry Baker was because, first of all, he was a skilled technician and, secondly, it had been quite some time before she had given her body to any man. Now things stood in a completely different context as she wondered about Mercury and how their relationship might be altered by the current trend of events.
She continued to worry about Mercury and her future with him as she watched a movie on television. The motion picture ended a few minutes before ten, after which she shut off the television set. She sat and read a news magazine for the better part of the next hour, looking up at the clock apprehensively every few minutes, recognizing that her friend was indeed late. Of course, she had no reason to be surprised about that, she realized, considering the fact that he had told her that he might indeed be late.
It wasn't until a quarter past eleven that she heard a car pull up in her driveway. Sure enough it was Mercury, driving the Cadillac that he was using at this point in time, as a means of enhancing his image as a successful pimp.
She opened the door for Mercury. His eyes were blood shot and his entire expression conveyed weariness as he entered the house. She closed the door behind him, then planted her lips solidly aginst Mercury's. As she removed her lips from his, she stared into his eyes and smiled, hoping to pick him up from his state of weariness.
"Hello, love," she said.
"Hello, Alma," he yawned. "Oh, damned, it's been a rough day. I mean, scarcely any time to even breathe. No let-up at all."
She watched as he threw himself down onto the sofa, propping his feet up on the table in front of him.
"How about me fixing you a drink?" she suggested. "Oh, yeah, that would do just fine."
"What'll it be?"
"Bourbon and water."
"Coming right up."
Alma walked over to the wet bar, promptly preparing her lover a bourbon and water and herself a screwdriver. She handed him his drink and he nodded gratefully.
"Thanks," was all he said.
Alma sat next to him on the sofa, She quickly snuggled her body next to his, but he immediately begged her off. He shook his head, his body tensing as he withdrew it away from hers.
"What's the matter?" she looked at him with a hurtful expression in her eyes. "Did you forget about last night? Or am I just a passing fancy?"
"Oh, no, nothing like that," he sighed with exasperation. "Alma, I meant everything I said to you last night, and you do mean everything to me. It's just that one thing has to be understood."
"What's that?"
"We've got a job to do. We're professionals. You gotta remember that."
"But how does that have to affect us?"
"Come on now. You know better than to ask me a question like that. You know the kind of relationship we've got now, honey. It's a very important professional one. I mean, we are both members of The Dusters and we're goin' after the big boy. The narcotics king pin. We can't let our emotions interfere with that."
"Are you trying to tell me that because of that we can't be lovers?"
"I'm sayin' we gotta look at things a little differently," he sighed. "I'm hopin' you can see things my way. It's important that you do."
"As bad as it hurts, honey, if you don't want me, just say so."
"Oh, damned, that isn't it at all," his voice erupted angrily. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shout. It's just that you're makin' it so hard on me. It's hard enough as is. Sure, I enjoyed last night. As a matter-of-fact, it's been hard for me to stick to business today. I've been thinkin' about how great it was. How beautiful an experience we had. But please, honey, don't bug me. Don't argue with me. I know what needs to be done. I'm head of this unit and we're gonna bring home the big one. We're gonna hook that big fish. So you'll have to help me. I need your understanding."
"I've always tried to be understanding."
"Sure. Sure you have. I'm sorry. I'm not trying to say you haven't been. I'm just trying to point out to you how important it is that we get everything done just right. For one thing, we've gotta remember that you're still supposed to be the hottest prostitute in town and I'm supposed to be your pimp. We've still gotta play those roles. We can't get away from it."
"I guess not," she sighed with exasperation.
Mercury Morrison took a long sip from his glass, then spoke again.
"I'll tell you something, honey. It's no picnic for me," he said. "When I was sitting around headquarters today, goin' over strategy with the Chief, I kept thinkin' to myself that he didn't know the half of it. It's one thing to give a fellow officer orders, a blueprint to carry out, but it's something' else when you think about setting that person up for sex with somebody else after you've fallen for them."
"So that's what's gotten you so concerned."
"That's right."
"I take it you've come over here to tell me that you've got another suspect."
"We've been workin' overtime all day," he nodded. "Yeah, we've got one. This time we're pretty sure that we've got the right one. Everything seems to check out."
"I hate the idea of all of this," she began to tearfully sob.
Mercury took the beautiful Alma's head in his hands. He moved his fingers softly through her shimmering strands of black hair. He kissed her lips tenderly, after which he spoke.
"Just get a grip on yourself, honey, just like I've had to do," he said. "This thing is bigger than both of us. We're both professionals and we've gotta stick with it."
"You're right. I mean, on one level I can completely agree, but on another I can't. As a policewoman I can hack it because I figure I've got to, because, like you said at the very beginning, before we ever got intimate, it's all in a good cause. Landing some son-of-a-bitch who ought to be behind bars. But as a woman I feel different about the whole thing. I think you understand that."
"Of course I understand it," he nodded emphatically. "I understand it because I feel differently about it as a man. It was so much easier before we made love last night. But after we found each other, well, you know the rest. It makes it damned difficult. But the more we talk about it, the harder it's gonna be. We've just gotta hang in there and take care of things, baby. As rough as it is, that's the way it's gotta be."
"I suppose so, Mercury. You put it all in perspective. Anyway, what did you find out?"
"There's a guy who moved into the area just a few weeks ago. Bought a beautiful place over in the Ridgecrest section. He comes from Colombia. We started checkin' him out, and the more research our people did, the more he seemed like the right guy. He's makin' a lot of trips between here and Denver and other places in the West. He's been to Vegas. Los Angeles, Phoenix. He's a big operator."
"But maybe he's just a successful businessman. We thought we had a live one on the hook with Larry Baker, but we discovered that he was a big record promoter."
"I know, I know, we were real careful this time. We didn't want to make ourselves look silly. We didn't wanna waste any time goin' after somebody we figured was the wrong guy."
"So what makes you more convinced about this one"
"Well, he says he's in the export-import business. We're sure this is a front. We keep noticing that he's traveling to all these other cities. He gets in and out real fast. We think there are a lot of quick exchanges being made."
"That could be. Yeah, it certainly could be."
"He's apparently a real shrewd guy. A big operator. And, of course, he has that one trait, too, that we've been talkin' about."
"You mean he fashions himself to be a real first-class lady killer!"
"No question about it," he nodded, taking a reflective sip from his glass. "Oh, yeah, this guy's convinced that he's it as far as women are concerned. As a matter-of-fact, about the only time he lets off steam is to go to a bar, sometimes with friends of his, sometimes alone, and he's always talkin' about how there's no woman who can resist his charms."
"Sounds like a real winner. What's this cat's name?"
"His name is Carlos Reynosa. Nice lookin' dude, dresses beautifully. I mean, he's wearin' the finest threads. Tailored to perfection. He's livin' in one of the nicer houses over in the Ridgecrest section, too."
"That's a nice area to begin with."
"Yeah, he's bought one of the nicest houses around. So he figures to be spendin' a lot of time here."
"But if he hasn't been here all this long, then what makes you think that he's responsible for all that was happening before?"
"He's been workin' behind the scenes with contacts," Mercury carefully explained. "Been workin' real hard at it. He's been movin' in and out of town a lot. He was stayin' over at the Sheraton."
"Over by the Old Town?"
"That's right. He was doin' a lot of comin' and goin'. Quick stuff. But now he's taken a place here, so you know what that means."
"I sure do. He's plannin' to stay awhile."
"Absolutely right."
"So have you made contact with him yet?" she asked, her stomach squirming nervously. If there was one thing she hated, it was facing the inevitable prospect of getting involved with this egomaniacal man who might also be a leading drug pusher.
"Yeah, met him just a few hours ago," he nodded. "Met him over at a bar not far from here."
"What happened?"
"Well, he was interested. Real interested. After a few drinks, and after I described you, his eyes lit up. You know, I don't think I could have described you as well as I did tonight if it hadn't been for what happened last night. I was speakin' from experience, which hurt me all the more, havin' to talk to him like that. To set up the woman I love for some son-of-a-bitch like that. But I had to swallow my pride, my ego, my feelings, and just do the job. So he's interested, damned interested, but he wants you to go over to his place."
"I see. Why do you suppose he doesn't want to come over here?"
"My guess is that he's a real cautious guy," Mercury explained. "After all, if this Carlos Reynosa is the guy we might be after, then obviously he got where he is by being smart and not dumb. So he's gonna just check you out before he decides on gettin' involved anymore."
"I see. So when am I supposed to see him?"
"That hasn't been decided yet," he explained. "I'm supposed to give him a call late tomorrow afternoon. He said he was tied up with important appointments up to that time."
"I see. Then that means I'm currently expected to be on call."
"That's right, honey."
Once again the beautiful Alma could not hold back the tears, which started to roll down both sides of her face. She covered her head with her hands in embarrassment.
Mercury compassionately threw his arms around her, doing his best to console her.
"Easy, easy, it's gonna be all right," he told her. "Hang in there, honey. I don't like it any better than you do."
"I mean, I've been waitin' all my life to meet somebody like you, Mercury. Now that you've come along, well, it's so rough. Havin' to meet a son-of-a-bitch like this. Some no good bastard."
"It'll be over, honey. And after this assignment I'm gonna see to it that you don't get involved in anything like this anymore. The only reason why we used you this time was because we figured we needed you."
"I understand that."
"Anyhow, I'll be callin' this guy tomorrow. I'll keep in touch with you. Let you know exactly where things stand."
"All right, darling."
Mercury gulped down the rest of his drink. He threw his arms around Alma and delivered a long, impassioned kiss to her lips.
"Can't you stay, honey?" she asked with disappointment as he started toward the door. "At least for a little while."
"I'm sorry. I'm bushed, darling. Not only that, but I gotta be in the office bright and early tomorrow. We're gonna do some more checkin' on this guy. We're also gonna be followin' his movements tomorrow. We're gonna be followin' him real close."
"It would be nice if you could nail him without even having to use me," she said hopefully.
"I doubt that we can do that," he shook his head. "I'd sure as hell like to see it happen as much as you would. Anyway, I'll give you a buzz tomorrow. Let you know how everything's goin'."
"Good-night, Mercury."
"Good-night, honey."
After Mercury closed the door behind him, Alma threw herself down onto the sofa and began to cry anew. This was the most torturous dilemma that she had ever faced in her entire life.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The following day the inevitable confrontation took place.
The bronze-skinned beauty's stomach churned as she got into her Corvette and drove toward the Ridgecrest section of Albuquerque. She drove past a beautiful series of homes, then came to one of the wide boulevards for which the area was noted, one that was separated by a series of green trees and grass in the middle.
Finally she came to the address and house in question, a beautiful white Spanish-styled home with a red tile roof. She swung into the driveway, observing the Rolls Royce Silver Cloud that was also parked in the driveway.
She climbed out of the front seat, her knees knocking as she walked toward the door. This was the most difficult assignment of her life. What made it doubly tough was knowing that her friend and lover Mercury detested what she had to do every bit as much as she did, but felt that it was necessary to follow through with the assignment as planned. Mercury had emphasized several times in his last meeting with her just how anxious Carlos Renosa appeared to be to meet her. He explained that Reynosa apparently had an extremely large bankroll, judging by the way that he was spending money in Mercury's presence at the bar where they talked. He also pointed out that Reynosa possessed a colossal ego, and that it was imperative to play along with him to the ultimate extent, to give him every reason to believe that he indeed was very much the successful lady killer.
She rang the doorbell. Moments later a distinguished-looking, short, stocky Latin with a mustache and dark hair that was gray at the fringes, answered the door.
"Good afternoon," he greeted her formally, executing a half bow.
"Good afternoon. I'm here to see Carlos Reynosa."
"Your name, please?"
"My name is Dusty. Just tell him Dusty is here."
"Oh, si, Miss Dusty, he told me that he was expecting you. Please come in."
For the occasion Dusty had worn a white pant-suit and black boots. Every voluptuous line in her figure was represented in the tightness of the outfit, which Mercury had selected for her.
"By the way, my name is Jose," the man said as he escorted the bronzed beauty into the living room. "I'm both Carlos Reynosa's butler and valet, as well as his close personal confidante. I've been in his employ for the past three years."
"I'm glad to know you, Jose," she smiled, seeking to eliminate some of the tension that she felt.
"Right this way," he gestured, leading her down a hallway. "Senor Reynosa is in the gymnasium."
"The gymnasium?" she asked with surprise, following a half step behind the dutiful Jose.
"Si. As you will soon find out, Senor Reynosa keeps himself in good condition. He's very much one to exercise."
"How interesting."
They stopped in front of a door that carried a sign which revealed, in black letters, the word: Gymnasium.
Jose opened the door, gesturing for the beautiful, shapely Alma to enter.
"This is Miss Dusty," Jose said, closing the door behind him and leaving Alma standing inside the door.
She looked around the gymnasium, which contained a goodly number of isometric and Nautilus exercising equipment. The moment that she got her first glimpse at Carlos Reynosa, her heart practically sank.
He was nothing like the way she had imagined him. Since he had apparently done so much bragging about his sexual prowess, she had been of the impression that, more than likely, there was very little to recommend him other than the recommendation that emanated from himself. How wrong she was, she observed, as she looked at the tall, slimly muscular, olive-skinned man with the coal black hair and piercing dark eyes moving toward her.
He wore nothing other than a pair of white trunks and was barefooted. She observed the sinuous lines in his Well-defined muscles. He had a well-endowed through not overly large chest and leanly muscular arms and legs. He appeared to be a man who took excellent care of himself.
"I'm charmed, Dusty, charmed," he said with a, romantic, melodious Latin accent.
He leaned forward and took Alma's right hand, which he affectionately kissed. He then took her by the hand and led her around the room.
"As you can see, I'm a man who believes in fitness," he said. "I'm a practitioner of yoga. That's why I'm able to keep myself in such good physical condition. When I go to a bar and drink with somebody like your friend Turkey, what I generally do is have health drinks. A number of people used to laugh at me, but when they see what I'm able to accomplish, particularly in terms of my sexual prowess, then they feel differently. Indeed, I'm a man who can practice what I preach."
He showed her quickly around the room, then stepped behind a small wet bar. He opened a refrigerator door, pulling out several containers of fruit juice.
"I will mix you my Colombian Delight, as I call it," he threw his head back and laughed. There was something so incredibly dynamic about this handsome, slimly muscular man that Alma's heart was doing flip-flops. Now a new dimension had been added to the problematical situation that already confronted her. At the outset she'd hated the idea of getting sexually involved with a man she was convinced she would detest. But now, already, the new dimension had surfaced ... here was a man who possessed so much in the way of overwhelming charisma that she found it easy to become attracted to him. Perhaps her view would change as she got to know him better, but, at least for the moment, Carlos Reynosa was proving himself to be anything other than repulsive.
He fixed both himself and Alma a fruit drink, a combination of several kinds of juice. His eyes danced in merriment as he stirred his concoction with a spoon, then handed Alma one of the glasses.
"This is delicious," he said. "Some of the ingredients are papaya, orange juice, carrot juice, lemon juice and mango juice. It's a delicious combination. And, of yes, I've even added a dab of pineapple juice. It's high in protein and vitamins."
As Alma quickly gulped down the drink, she couldn't help but feel a surge of power in her body. The alert, dark, appraising eyes of Carlos Reynosa remained steadfastly on her at every moment, observing her reaction to the drink.
"You like it, I can tell," he smiled. "That's the response I generally get."
"How can you tell?"
"My dear, I haven't become one of the world's foremost successes in the export-import field because I was a poor judge of people. I am able to perceive a good deal. I'm very shrewd when it comes to analyzing, and I'm also more than capable when it comes to determining a person's sexual propensities. As for you, my darling, you're a highly sensuous woman. I say that not just because of your figure, which looks to be exquisite, but because you have that certain quality. That bubbling effervescence. That combustible energy that means one thing. Raw, naked lust."
"How can you say all this when you hardly even know me?"
"Aha, I'm a very intuitive person, very intuitive," he smiled. "Well, now that you've gotten a sufficient intake of vitamins and protein, I think it's important for us to go on to the next step."
"Of course."
"Which means I will take off my trunks and you can remove that delightful pantsuit which brings out the curves in your supple body to such an appreciable extent," Carlos's eyes gleamed.
She could hardly believe this man. He was extremely fascinating. She had gotten the impression from the way that Mercury described him that she would find him an interesting character study. What with the amount of activity she had had in analyzing people through her police work, she had to say that Carlos Reynosa was as fascinating a study as she had ever encountered.
Carlos quickly slipped his trunks down his smooth, supple thighs. He kicked them off and stood on top of a white exercise pad. She observed his huge, bloated penis. Carlos stood there in a completely tranquil manner, giving no indication of excitement. But yet there was the enormous hard-on, which indicated what lay ahead.
The beautiful Alma found herself peeling off her pantsuit a lot more quickly than she would have imagined. She thought back to those foreboding thoughts that had surfaced in her brain during the ride down the tree-lined streets of the Ridgecvrest section of the city as she moved toward Carlos Reynosa's home. She had been fearful that she would not be able to put out at all, considering the fact that she had met the man of her dreams in Mercury. Now she could not help but feel a strong measure of guilt along with the exciting sensations of sensuality that rippled through her body as she quickly discarded her pantsuit.
She stood barefooted in nothing more than her lacy white bikini panties and matching brassiere. The appraising Reynosa's dark, hypnotic eyes remained fixedly pointed toward her.
"An excellent form," he said calmly. "Very good, one of the best I have ever seen, my dear, and that involves women I have met throughout the whole world. I'm a connoiseur of beautiful women. When I was making my home in my native Bogota, I maintained one of the largest suites at the Taquendama Hotel. I maintained it just for purposes of conducting liaisons with the beautiful women that I knew. If there's one that I am one of the world's foremost experts at, along with the export-import business, it is the beauty of the female form, and you rate right up there with some of the foremost beauty contest winnners that I have had in the past."
"Thank you," she said.
A smile could not help but surface on Alma's face. She couldn't help but feel impressed over the fact that this handsome, sophisticated man of the world, and she was certain that he was all of that, would rate her figure to be one of the most exquisite that he had ever encountered.
He continued to stand there on the exercise pad, watching as she reached back and undid the straps of her brassiere. She could see that, despite the fact he was impressed enough to make comments to her about her imposing figure, he also maintained a cool reserve. Whereas so many men she had known had frothed at the mouth at the very sight of her, here was a shrewd, experienced, young veteran of sex who was such a distinguished connoisseur that he was able to maintain his cool. She was able to determine that he was the kind of man who exercised a good deal of self-control when it came to sex, meaning that he would probably be more successful in terms of carrying things off on a lengthy basis.
As she discarded her blouse, watching as her firm, ripe breasts popped free of confinement, he slowly nodded.
"Oh, yes, straight and firm," he said. "Not what one would call inordinately large breasts, but certainly rich and beautiful. A lot of the women, that I have known who have very huge breasts don't have the supple, ripe grace that yours have. They're so straight, so firm, so nice. Oh, yes, and now all I need to do is to see your lovely, fur-lined pussy and your beautiful ass cheeks fully exposed. Continue, my dear, you can finish right now."
He watched as she slid her panties down her legs. Her shapely ass cheeks twisted and twitched as she moved the lacy panties down her firm, ripe thighs. She had been well rehearsed by Mercury after she had been recuited for the assignment as to how to turn on men to the ultimate degree. She had the routine down pat perfectly as she ground her ass cheeks back and forth, and she could tell from the way that Carlos Reynosa was watching her that he was tremendously impressed, even though, once again, his expression never changed.
"Yes, what ripe, lovely ass cheeks," he said. "My dear, you have a lovely form. I wondered if Turkey was exaggerating. I can see that he wasn't. He gave you quite a build-up, and often, when you get that strong a build-up, there's a certain amount of disappointment that follows. Reality can't match the introduction. But in your case it's just the other way around. There would be no way that a woman as exquisite and unique as you could be satisfactorily described."
"Thank you," she replied, her heart palpitating with savage rapidity as she stepped out of her bikini panties and extended her legs lewdly, shoving her crotch forward so that Carlos Reynosa would get a good look at the black, curly tufts of her downy pubic hairs and the pink pouting pussy that resided beneath them.
"What a lovely mound," he said. "Oh, yes, you're exquisite, my dear. Just exquisite."
She stood with her hands planted firmly on her hips, shoving her crotch and shapely breasts forward, turning him on all she could, happy that he was responding to her in the manner that he was. Even though she had dual emotions and felt guilty about it, she couldn't help but enjoy turning on Carlos Reynosa, and knowing that he appreciated her.
Alma watched as the slender, naked Colombian walked slowly around her, pausing reflectively, taking in every crevice of her magnificently endowed, smooth, bronze flesh. Just about the time that she was certain he was going to make his first move, and at the very moment that her pussy was beginning to smolder with titillating waves of wild desire, he completely shattered her with the following comment.
"All right, lie down on the exercise pad," he gestured. "We'll put you through a few exercises."
"What's that?"
"As I said, I'm a practitioner of yoga," he told her. "I just finished my exercise routine for the day. I finished only moments before you arrived. So now I can guide you through some exercises, Dusty, my dear. It'll make that beautiful, supple body of yours more relaxed. That's so important. You've been given the proper nutritional guidance, so now all you need to do is loosen your limbs, let them go, exercise, my dear, yes, some beautiful, wonderful exercise. We'll do wonders for you."
Alma slid her body downward on top of the exercise pad, Carlos Reynosa nodded.
"All right, I want you to climb up with your hands and knees extended. I'll show you how I want it done."
He walked over to the other side of the pad, proceeding to demonstrate the exercise that he wanted perfomed. She observed how gracefully his smooth, olive-skinned body manipulated as he raised himself by his hands and feet.
"A good stretching exercise," he said. "Come on, we'll do it together. Even though I've already been through my exercise paces, I'll do some more exercises with you. It might help for you to have me following along. Have you ever done the yoga exercises?"
"No, can't say that I have."
"Incredible. And you developed this fantastic a form anyway. You're quite a woman, Dusty, quite a woman."
They proceeded to go through a series of exercises under the astute direction of Carlos Reynosa. By the time that they finished their bodies had broken out in a misty sheen of fine perspiration. After that Carlos was ready for more intimate activity.
As the beautiful Alma lay stretched out on her back, watching his every move, the handsome Reynosa walked back toward the refrigerator in which he kept his fruit juices. He produced a can of whipped cream, which he carried with him back to where she was lying stretched out.
"This white, shiny whipped cream will contrast magnificently with your gorgeous bronze skin tone," he said, lowering himself to his knees. She watched as Carlos Reynosa calmly proceed-ed to spray the contents from the whipped cream can into the tight cleft of her anus. Once that he finished, he then proceeded to spray some more whipped cream into her pussy until her pubic hairs and salacious pink cunt could hardly be seen.
"Wonderful, absolutely wonderful," he nodded.
Reynosa calmly discarded the whipped cream can, then once again assumed a position on his knees. He reached out and let his strong, sturdy fingers grab hold of her ankles. He parted her sensuous legs, then shoved his head forward. She watched his quickly probing red tongue push forward, after which he began to drive it with quick, piston-like regularity as it ground into her anus.
Her eyes widened with lascivious delight as she observed the manner in which his quickly twitching tongue went to work, devouring the whipped cream while it manipulated with seething desire against the puckered ring of her asshole. Her searing ass cheeks glided back and forth responsively as this handsome love connoisseur continued to apply his tongue with quick but meticulous strokes, letting it grind sensitively as it worked its way into the tight inner depths of her anal portal.
"OOOHHH, THIS FEELS SO GOOD, OOOHHH, CARLOS, I LOVE IT," she grunted and gulped. "OOOHHH, OHHHH, I LOVE IT. AAAHHH, TONGUE ME, DARLING. TONGUE MY ASSHOLE. OOOHHH, I LOVE IT."
Her sensuous, sweat-dampened legs kicked back and forth as did her hips and buttocks, which rotated sharply under the stirring pressure of his quick, sensually tormenting tongue stabs. He kept grinding his authoritative tongue into the inner depths of her anus until there was not so much as a morsel of whipped cream left.
After that he pushed his stiffly probing tongue forward once more, this time letting it commence to grind inside the wet, aroused warmth of her vagina.
The beautiful Alma could scarcely believe just what was happening to her. She was only happy that Mercury was not there at this very moment to observe what was transpiring. Even though he had cued her in on how to impress men to the fullest extent, she knew that he would be shrewd enough to catch on to her current responses. This was no act. This was the real thing and it made her feel guilty as hell to recognize just how quickly Carlos Reynosa had conquered her. He might have been a braggart, but he was able to follow through on his boasts. He did possess a magnetic chemistry when it came to knowing just how to please her. His tongue kept whipsawing against the wetness of her increasingly dampening cunt. Every time that she listened to the slurping, suctioning sounds of tongue meeting flesh, she found herself being propelled that much closer toward the state of a wild and volcanic orgasm.
"OOOHHH, HONEY, KEEP TONGUING ME," she sighed her hips and buttocks writhing more eagerly than ever. "DARLING, OHHHH, KEEP YOUR TONGUE MOVING. PUSH IT INSIDE ME. OOOHHH, COME ON, PUSH IT IN MY CUNT. AAAHHH, YOU'RE GONNA BRING ME OFF, YOU'RE GONNA BRING ME OFF."
Her ripely undulating hips and ass cheeks pushed forward, eagerly responding to every hot, pistoning tongue thrust that he sent into the dampness of her seething box. Reynosa was a master technician. He knew just how to get the most out of a wild cunt-sucking spree. After he had finished gobbling up the last few droplets of whipped cream, he then focused his attention exclusively on the salacious, wet warmth of her sodden pussy.
His tongue teased the warmth of her searing rug as it manipulated quickly against the wet flanges of her soggy slit. Occasionally his tongue would slide teasingly against the budding node of her steaming clitoris, which caused her quivering ass cheeks to glide restlessly as they pushed against the white exercise pad beneath her.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, YOU'RE DRIVING ME WILD," she sighed. "OOOHHH, HONEY, OHHHH, BRING ME OFF. YES, OHHHH, COME ON, SUCK MY HOT CUNT. OOOHHH, DRIVE YOUR TONGUE AGAINST IT. COME ON, HONEY. OOOHHH, GET ME OFF, GET ME OFF, GET ME OFF. I WANT TO EXPLODE. I WANT TO EXPLODE IN YOUR HOT MOUTH."
She reached down and let her fingers glide smoothly against the warmth of his sweaty back as his tongue kept registering with solid, decisive impact against the succulent warmth of her inflamed pussy. She kept listening to the loud suctioning sounds of tongue making contact with pussy mouth until, ultimately, she could no longer hold back the fires of excitement, the orgasmic inferno that demanded immediate and total release.
Her legs kicked back and forth and she eased her smooth thighs against the sides of Reynosa's head as his tongue kept on working with quivering impact, driving into the muskiness of her warm, infatuated pubic nest.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, GET IT ALL, SWALLOW IT, SWALLOW IT," she exclaimed loudly. "DARLING, OOOHHH, SWALLOW EVERY DROP. YES, OOOHHH, GET EVERY DROP OF THE HOT JUICE. OOOHH, MY DEAR, OHHHHH, COME ON, SUCK ME. OOOHHH, SUCK, SUCK, OOOHHH, IT'S BEAUTIFUL, OHHHH, HOW I LOVE YOUR TONGUE. HOW I LOVE THE WAY YOU WORK IT. OOOHHH, SLIDE IT, KEEP SLIDING IT INTO MY SLIT. OOOHHH, COME ON, DARLING, OOOHHH, HOW I LOVE IT."
The beautiful Alma's dampened nest was shoved forward as she pushed her crotch into his face, her inflamed juices shooting voluminously into his mouth. She watched his spirited tongue as it zestfully applied itself to the warmth of her exploding, furry triangle. He swallowed every delicious droplet, every enticing morsel of her pussy explosion, after which he promptly released his tongue from her organ.
Without saying a word, the handsome Reynosa reached down and let his fingers clutch tightly against the misty sheen of her perspiration-stained ass cheeks. He pushed tightly with both hands, letting his fingers shove against the warmth of her flowing buttocks.
Responsively the bronze-skinned beauty glided her ass cheeks from side to side, heaving deep sighs of wild sexual agitation, hoping to receive more of the same in the way of sweltering sexual activity from this handsome, determined man. Despite the fact that he was still able to maintain his cool self-control, she could hear the sounds of increasingly heavier panting, which indicated that Carlos Reynosa was turning on as rapidly as possible.
His quick, twisting fingers glided against her resilient buttocks flesh for a few moments more, after which he removed his fingers from her shapely ass cheeks. He reached out with the first two fingers of his right hand, jolting her with surprise as he let his fingers ease into her tight anal passage. He pushed his finger into the tightness of her sphincter muscle as she heaved a loud gasp.
"OOOHHH, DON'T, OOOHHH, THAT STINGS," she grunted, her ass cheeks sharply writhing as his penetrating fingers continued to push and stab into the tight inner depths of her anal cleft. "OOOHHH, COME ON, STOP. YOU'RE HURTING ME."
"What a tight butt," he smiled. "Yes, it's nice and tight. It's probably been quite some time since you've had a cock up there."
"OOOOHHH, DAMNED, I'VE NEVER HAD ONE UP MY ASS," she shrieked.
"What's that?" he looked at her with surprise.
"An experienced woman like yourself, one who has had many men, the best call girl in Albuquerque, according to your benefactor Turkey, and you're telling me that you've never had a cock up that ripe, tight hole?"
"That's right," she nodded. "Oh, no, that's one act I draw the line on, honey. Anything else, Carlos baby, but never that. Please, not that."
"But you happen to be talking to a connoiseur," he reminded her. "A connoiseur doesn't want to do the ordinary. He wants to do something extra special. The moment that I saw those ripe, firm ass cheeks I knew that I had to plunge my prick up between your buns. I knew that that would be the most beautiful experience that I could possibly savor, my dear. You've reached the top because you're extraordinary, and it's because of this one extraordinary dimension that I find you so infatuating. The one thing I want to do more than anything else is to stick my hard, excited cock deep into your ass. That is my foremost desire."
At first Alma's body wiggled and swayed with a certain amount of painful opposition to the quick, steadily prodding finger stabs that the determined Carlos Reynosa sent forth into the rubbery depths of her inflamed rectum. But the longer that the activity took place, the more acclimated she started to become as his fingers kept on gliding with prompt certitude, twisting and pushing pulsatingly into the depths of her squirming, tight ass.
Eventually her whole body began to feel a tumultuous wave of excitement and adventure. Even though this was something new, something provocatively new, she was not only willing to accept it. She was becoming profoundly influenced by the quick, penetrating finger thrusts that he kept on sending forth as he worked his fingers high and deep into her twisting, writhing ass.
"OOOHHH, I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME," she grunted. "BUT IT DOES FEEL GOOD. OOOHHH, AAAAHHH, IT DOES FEEL GOOD."
"Just wait until I push my cock inside," Carlos Reynosa grinned.
"OH, NO, NOT THAT. PLEASE, NOT THAT. THAT'LL KILL ME. I KNOW IT WILL."
"Ridiculous," he shook his head. "It won't kill you at all. It's high time that you started feeling those unique sensations. Not only that, but my cock happens to be as good as any you'll ever have fucking you. Just wait until I push it inside your asshole. As beautiful a woman as you and you've never had it that way. Incredible, absolutely incredible, particularly in your line of work."
"But I just never wanted it that way," she explained. "I mean, I'll do so much for money and that's it. But I don't want somebody fucking my asshole, messing with me that way, sticking their big, hot pecker up between my buns. No, please, let's at least stop short of that. At least let's not push it that far. No, not that far."
"We're gonna go all the way," he shook his head adamantly. "I paid a high price to get to you, my beauty, and I'm going to be placated. It's all gonna be done under my terms. Besides, after you've experienced this a little while, you're gonna actually love it. This might sound strange to you now, considering that you're so much in opposition to it, but before you know it you're gonna actually be begging for it. You're actually gonna be begging for me to shove my prick deep inside your hot ass, right up between your twisting buns. Yes, you'll love it, you really will. I just know that you will."
"Oh, no, let's stop right now," she sighed. "I don't want it."
But even as the beautiful Alma was shouting out in opposition to what was about to transpire, she could feel the seething waves of sensuality being implanted into her entire body. He did have a way with his fingers, the commanding manner in which he briskly shoved them into her tight anal passage. She clasped her anal muscles tightly, shoving up instinctively against his prodding fingers as he kept on moving them, driving them with frenzied determination as he pushed them into the burning depths of her ravaged rectum.
Eventually he released his fingers from her anus, and as he did the handsome Reynosa reached out and made a grab for her thighs. His fingers twisted sharply against the smooth, warm flesh.
"What shapely thighs," he said. "An exquisitely perfect figure. Have you ever been painted in the nude, my dear?"
"No, never," she emphatically shook her head.
"Have you ever posed nude in any magazine layouts?" he asked.
"No, not at all."
"It's a shame to deprive the world of at least being able to look at such a ripe, gorgeous form," he said. "Now I hold your future in my hands. Just wait until I get through with you, my darling, you'll really love what I'm gonna do to you, even though now you say you're sure you'll hate it."
His fingers pushed tightly against the warmth of her thighs. Eventually he eased her legs upward, letting them slide over his shoulders as he stared down at the enticing aperture which lay between her warmly seductive buttocks. He was determined to shove his quick, hard, steadfast pole into the quivering inner depths of her asshole until the spurting juices catapulted from the fiery tip of his hard, phallic tool.
He held on tightly to her buttocks, pinching against the firm flesh until she let out a mild shriek.
"OOOHHH, THAT HURTS," she gulped.
"It stings a little," he said. "There's a difference between a sting and a hurt. I'm gonna show you that difference. I'm gonna sting your ass, darling, but all the while you're gonna enjoy it. You're gonna love, completely love, what I've got in store for you."
He let out a grunt and a gasp, steadying himself, then fired his hard, resolute cock forward, allowing it to drive into the outer edges of her anal passage. This time the shrewd, calculating Carlos Reynosa stopped short of his intended target, the burning depths of her rubbery rectum. Instead he wanted to break in the bronze-skinned beauty gradually, acclimating her step by step to what was taking place.
"EEEEEHHHHH, AAAAAHHHHH," she shrieked as tears of frustration and pain began to roll down both sides of her face. "YOU'RE KIIIILLLLING MEEEEE."
"Naw, just the first stab," he told her. "I didn't even go all the way."
"OOOHHH, IT BURNS, IT BURNS, IT BURNS," she gasped.
She vainly sought to struggle, kicking her legs back and forth, seeking to remove herself from his commanding grasp. But his grip remained firm and every time she looked into his cold, penetrating dark eyes, she became that much more convinced as to his determination to dominate her as he saw fit.
He withdrew his cock slowly, tensed his rock-hard body, then pushed it forward a second time. This time it landed with full impact, grinding and twisting as it worked into the tightness of her wiggling sphincter as her ass muscles spasmed with piercing desperation, clenching and unclenching as she let out a loud gasp, then a sob.
"OOOHHH, PLEASE, PLEASE," she sobbed again. "OOOHHH, PLEASE, DON'T HURT ME. OOOHHH, YOU'RE KILLING ME WITH YOUR BRUISING COCK. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, THAT'S TOO MUCH. OOOHHH, OOOHHH, ARE YOU EVER HURTING ME, HURTING ME, HURTING ME. I CAN'T STAND IT, I CAN'T STAND IT."
But now Carlos Reynosa was warmed up, and he had no intention of stopping. Indeed, this was only the beginning, and after withdrawing his cock a second time, he took deadly aim and fired it anew, letting it slash and twist as it sharply cannonaded into the ravaged depths of her pain-ridden rectum.
Through it all, despite the burns and pains that accumulated within her as a result of his hard, incessant cock stabs, Alma was now beginning to feel something totally different. His penetrating, steely penis thrusts were affecting her differently as she felt a tremendous wave of sensation in her crotch, which began seething with wild delight, despite the pain that she was simultaaneously experiencing from his bruising, ravaging cock stabs.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHHH, YOU'RE PUNISHING MEEEEE," she gulped.
But even as the tears continued to roll streakingly down her face, and even as she kept experiencing the stinging pains of sensation from his hard, savagely pounding cock, Alma also felt waves of great delight. Every time that his pulsating cock ground into the burning depths of her asshole, her buttocks clenched and unclenched that much more swiftly than before, grinding in a delirious dance of seductive delight as they moved with pendulous determination, twisting and swaying under the steady, cannonading movements of his commanding phallic tool.
His ass cheeks wiggled as he kept on maintaining his burning pace. He would swiftly withdraw his sharp, penetrating instrument, following which he would proceed to insert it once more, maintaining his driving pace, working his sharp, bruising cock into the ravaged depths of her asshole.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHHH, WHAT AN ASS," he sighed. "BEST I'VE EVER FUCKED. AAAHHH, OOOHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT. WHAT A BODY YOU HAVE, MY DARLING, WHAT A BEAUTIFUL, GORGEOUS BODY. JUST PERFECT FOR ASS FUCKING. AAAAHHHH, OOOHHH, HOW I LOVE THIS. OOOHHH, OOOOHHHH, AAAAHHHH, YES, YES I LOVE IT."
For the first time the beautiful Alma saw Carlos Reynosa's composure diminish. He was now beginning to act very much like other men who had sex with her as he pounded his sharp, steely tool ever deeper into her anal slit as he moved that much closer to a surging orgasm.
She felt then and listened to the warm sensations of his thudding testicles as they bounced and jostled against her upturned ripe nether cheeks as he kept on driving his hard, stupendously aroused cock deep inside her anal fissure, pushing himself that much nearer, that much closer to the point of a wild and deliriously enjoyable climax.
While he kept up his burning, determined stroke activity, he reached down with both hands and pushed his fingers tightly against the curvaceous warmth of her wildly wiggling ass cheeks. She heard him let out a grunt, and as he heaved a deep sigh, he spoke, indicating just how closely he had pushed to the wild and frantic moment of sexual culmination.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, I'M ABOUT THERE," he announced. "AAAAHHH, OOOHHH, THIS IS FUCKING. WHAT A GOOD SCREW. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, I LOVE IT. AAAHHH, YOU'RE TOO MUCH, TOO MUCH, TOO MUCH. MY DARLING, HOW I LOVE IT. OOOHHH, AAAAAHHHH, WHAT A FANTASTIC SCREW. WHAT A FANTASTIC FUCK!"
His ass cheeks wiggled and twisted as he let his fingers push tightly against the warmth of her twisting buttocks. He kept on hammering hard, driving and slashing with his hard tool, grinding it tightly into the depths of her ravaged ass. Yes, it was still hurting, but with those burning sensations she was also deriving a sense of total sensuality. As a matter-of-fact, she was so inflamed with wanton passion that the pussy droplets thundered from her vagina as she let out an impromptu orgasm.
Somewhere in the back of Alma's mind she was feeling tremendous guilt over experiencing so much in the way of sensually invigorating joy from this handsome stranger, whose thundering cock kept on dominating her as it ravaged her twisting behind, and whose thudding testicles continued to bounce and slash against the warmth of her upturned buttocks.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, HERE I GO," he exclaimed. "YES, YES, I CAN'T HOLD BACK ANY LONGER. MY DARLING, MY DARLING, AAAAHHH, OOOHHH, I'M THERE, I'M THERE."
Carlos Reynosa reached out and slapped against the warmth of her searing ass cheeks, and as he grunted and gasped, he watched the fussilade of thick, white juice that inundated her tight, writhing asshole.
When it was all over, Carlos stretched out next to her on the exercise pad. He ran his fingers against the oval of her stomach, then made a proposal.
"How would you like to move in with me?" he asked with bluntness. Her heart sank. "Say that again."
"I'd like to have you move in with me. Live with me here," he said. "You wouldn't have to do anything other than just look after things here when I'm gone. I have housekeepers who come in all the time to tidy up. Not only that, but Jose can attend to your every need. You fascinate me. You fascinated me right from the moment that I met you, but I had to make sure that I would enjoy you as much in the act of sex as I enjoyed looking at you and talking to you. Well, I'm a confirmed devotee after that ass fuck. Was it really so bad?"
"My ass is really burning, I'll tell you that."
"Just for a little while," he assured her. "You'll get used to it. With a lovely behind like that, it deserves to be fucked regularly. If it didn't, then I'd say that it was a waste of some of nature's best natural resources."
Alma looked at him lengthily, forcing a faint smile, as her mind reeled dizzily with the impact of his unexpected proposition.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
A terrified Alma put Carlos off as best she could, telling him that she would have to think over his offer.
As soon as she got home she called up Mercury Morrison at the police station. She informed him of Carlos's offer. There was a long pause at the other end of the line.
"You'd better take him up on it," Mercury said with obvious pain in his voice.
"You're kidding. Shack up with him? Is that what you want me to do?"
"Definitely. We've done some more investigating. We're almost sure he's the guy. TSe one thing we can't afford to do, though, with the type of operation he's got, is to bug his place. That means you're gonna have to be extra alert. In other words, this son-of-a-bitch is so cagey that we've got to just catch him in the act. You get what I mean?"
"Yes, I guess so. What if he tries to check me out?" she asked with concern.
"It's a blind alley," Mercury explained. "You see, I've already checked in advance. There was a girl with the same last name you're goin' by who was a first-rate hooker in Vegas. So if he checks through a private detective, it'll just confirm what we're trying to get across."
"You are shrewd, Mercury. But I hate this. I'm scared as hell. And I don't mind tellin' you so."
"I hate to have you do it, honey, I really do, but we've gone too far. We've got to stick with it and get the job done. But I want you to know that I'm really sorry you have to keep on with it."
"Yeah, I understand," she responded with disappointment registering in her voice.
As she hung up the phone, however, Alma realized that it was more than disappointment that was bothering her. She hated the fact that there was something so dynamic and appealing about Carlos Reynosa that she was strongly attracted to him, and not only that, but she had enormously enjoyed sex with him.
For the next two weeks she did everything she could to keep her eyes and ears open, but nothing transpired. Then, late one evening, something materialized.
They were in the closing stages of a wild, vigorous sixty-nine. They lay on Carlos's bed, their tongues manipulating wildly as she tackled his hard, inflamed cock and he reamed out her pussy with his devastating tongue. Their bodies writhed and squirmed in rousing sensual ardor as their tongues slithered and slid with tempestuous need, slashing and slurping with animalistic fury against each other.
The hot, volcanic explosion of cum bathed their mouths with a welcome stream of love juices as they sucked with voracious fervor, attacking the gushing droplets of pussy explosion and cock fluid with frantic desire.
After they had both exploded and were lying naked and sweat soaked, their bodies glistening with a misty, sheen of perspiration, the telephone rang.
"Yes ... that's right," Carlos said. "Hang on just a moment...."
Carlos got up quickly from the bed, pacing speedily back and forth in the room.
"The Central Warehouse?" he said in little more than a whisper.
Alma kept repeating the two words. Central Warehouse. Could it be that there was going to be a connection made? She hoped and prayed that that would be the case.
As things were turning out, she was enjoying sex with this handsome, exciting Colombian all too much. She hated the agony that poor Mercury Morrison was forced to undergo as she would sneak away at regular intervals and make telephone calls from a pay phone on the University of New Mexico Campus.
"I've got to go out," Carlos Reynosa informed Alma briskly. "But you just relax, my dear. Get some sleep. I'll be back soon. Just some business to take care of."
She looked up at the clock as she observed Carlos quickly putting on his clothes. It was a little past midnight.
Alma waited until Carlos left the house. As a means of completely fooling him, she even closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. Some five minutes after she heard his car pull out, she quickly put on her own clothes and tiptoed out the front door. She thought about making a telephone call from inside the house, but decided it was too risky. No, she would go to her regular station, the phone booth on the University of New Mexico campus. She would then put in a call to headquarters. She was certain her message would be important to the success of their undercover operation.
Mercury Morrison was working late that particular evening, and answered the telephone.
"Honey," Alma began quickly, "I don't know how important it is, but I think maybe there's gonna be a connection made. Carlos just left the house. He had a phone call and then he said he had to go out on some business."
"Okay, what are the facts?"
"Central Warehouse. Does that mean anything to you? He mentioned Central Warehouse."
"Yeah, we've been piecin' together something on that for a long time. But no specifics. We figure it's been a connection point before. Oh, damned, did he say anything else? Any other kind of lead you can give me?"
"No, just that he was in a hurry. Something to do with business."
"Then we'll be in a bigger hurry," Mercury said with a tone of pleased determination surfacing in his voice. "Stay right where you are, Alma honey. You'll be hearin' from us real soon, so just stay there."
Alma Norman stood inside the telephone booth in the darkness of early morning, shivers of expectation and nervousness rippling through her lithely sensuous bronze-skinned form. Some fifteen minutes later the jangle of the telephone sounded through the stillness.
"Yes?" she said.
"Yeah, it's me," Mercury said. His tone was quick and he sounded all out of breath.
"Well ... what happened?"
"We scored," he said, his voice now rising excitedly.
"How wonderful."
"Yeah, we caught him. Not only Reynosa, but several other guys we thought were involved in drug dealing. It's a big ring. Fantastic heroin bust. Hell, must be three, five million bucks street value.
"That's wonderful, my darling."
"Just meet me over at my place in about an hour," he said. "You've been spending so many nights with that damned Reynosa. Tonight you're gonna spend with me. It's about time we had an evening all to ourselves. And, baby, tonight's the night. We can celebrate in style."
"By all means, boss," Alma agreed excitedly.
"We deserve to celebrate."
"And Alma, baby, there'll be a promotion and citation for your participation in this case," Mercury said. "I got that straight from the Chief. And I want you to get something straight from me."
"Yes?"
"Something else I want to let you know. I want you off the detail. The Dusters will have to do without you. I want you on my detail. You'll be Mrs. Mercury Morrison. How's that sound to you?"
"Oh, darling, it sounds good, very good," she began to sob tears of joy and relief. "That's what I've wanted to hear from you for a long time. Thought you'd never get around to it. Matter of fact, I was even afraid you might have changed your mind about us."
"No way, baby," he told her emphatically. "This is just the beginning for us."
As she placed the phone back on the cradle, Alma Norman looked at her trembling hands. A shiver raced through her body as she remained in the phone booth for another moment. She recognized that there were actually two reasons for her tears, and only one of them related to the handsome, resolute Mercury Morrison. Despite the fact that Carlos Reynosa might have been a no good son-of-a-bitch who deserved to be behind bars for dealing in narcotics, she couldn't help but feel a certain measure of sorrow over the fact that he had now been caught. Her relationship with the dashing Colombian narcotics kingpin had been strangely exciting and erotic, yet ever dangerous, for she had engaged in tumultuous lovemaking under the constant threat of exposure of her undercover role.
Alma kept telling herself to shake it off, to forget about it, and that he was getting his just due, but as she did so she kept on envisioning his quickly charging body, the supple, lean muscles, the olive skin, the well-coordinated rhythm of a man who definitely knew what screwing was all about.
But, then again, she realized as she walked to her car in the nearby campus parking lot, Mercury Morrison was no slouch himself. Not only that, but after this she would be able to confine herself to one man, and she realized that it was a hell of a lot safer for somebody like her to be a one-man woman.
