I swung my leg over him, then deposited my ass on his lap. Repositioning myself required coordination. The handcuffs restricted our movement. Having them on, nevertheless, accentuated the moment. Sighing heavily, I straddled him. My tits swung in his face, the nipples pointing.
Mike stared at me, flush with desire. He wanted to fuck. Using my free hand, I led him into my pussy. He groaned as my cunt lips grabbed him. Bearing down, I fed him hot snatch.
"You're my sister-in-law, for godsakes, Pamela," Mike snarled.
"And your prisoner," I reminded.
I began rocking on him, and, gritting his teeth, Mike jammed himself high into my silky, tightening pussy.
CHAPTER ONE
Marriage ceased holding fascination for me. I had lived an unsatisfying existence as the wife of an advertising executive for eight years. My husband, Tom Kimak, preferred that I spend them as his personal ornament. I went to dozens of dreary cocktail parties, accompanied him on business trips and participated in charity functions he deemed important. All bored me to tears.
I even periodically put in appearances at the office, portraying the doting wife. All were staged exclusively for Tom's benefit.
One day, I decided that I'd had enough. I made a rather large cash withdrawal from our account, packed my bag and hit the road. Whether wanderlust propelled my departure, or the need to preserve my sanity, I couldn't say.
It was most definitely the boldest step taken in my twenty-nine years. The further I drove from home, the better I felt. The thought of lingering in that environment another day would have pushed me over the edge. I had my ripest years ahead. Redesigning my life was of utmost importance.
I had considered divorce, yet hesitated. While tossing my suitcases in the trunk of my Mercedes convertible, I was unsure of my actions. The impulse to leave outweighed officially terminating our relationship. It was as though I'd reached my saturation point and chosen to escape. I resolved that upon settling down somewhere, I could initiate legal proceedings.
I left Tom a farewell note, referencing my extraction of joint funds and intentions of traveling abroad. The amount I discovered sitting in our account shocked me. Tom exclusively handled all financial matters. What he had socked away took me by surprise. Tom utilized the services of a full-service broker and boasted of his diversified portfolio. He parlayed his investment choices into a healthy aggregate. I felt perfectly entitled to the hefty sum I took.
The freedom I sought seemed justified. I tolerated Tom's monotonously extended absences. I often felt he manufactured some to serve an ulterior purpose. Telltale traces of perfume and lipstick were found on his clothes. That he had other women didn't bother me. My interest in Tom had long since faded.
I furnished no other information that would have enlightened him as to my whereabouts. My objective was unknown to me. I simply put miles between us.
One aspect I intended to fully explore was sex. I'd always had a voracious appetite. Tom's absorption with work was partially to blame. He devoted his attention to the accounts he supervised-and his secret harem-not me. My needs were of little consequence.
I yearned for men in quantity. Enamored of the male anatomy I freely daydreamed about men in casual encounters without their clothes. First, I mentally stripped them of each article, then I pictured them streaked with sweat, at the height of animal gratification.
I had no problem drawing men. Of Polish origin, I possessed natural beauty. Because I had little need of make-up, I applied it sparingly. My blue eyes, which had a captivating sparkle, did not require the enhancement of mascara and other cosmetics. Lipstick rarely covered my full, sensuous lips. My blonde hair had always been long and draped over my shoulders.
My regular attendance at the health club kept me in excellent shape. My 40-26-32 measurements were usually swathed in the eye-popping outfits. In a bikini, I created quite a commotion on the beach. My sleek legs always looked great without stockings.
I headed west without a specific destination. Las Vegas, Reno and Los Angeles were infinitely more exciting than Chicago. I was accountable to no one and financially independent.
After a day's duration behind the wheel, I stopped at a nice hotel. Money was no object. I craved luxury, not convenience.
I treated myself to a two-hour bubble bath. While lazing in its foamy splendor, I thought about getting laid. Staying on the road for ten hours straight, enduring its myriad bumps and the sun's baking heat spurred that caprice. My pussy wanted a man inside it.
Why not? Hadn't I been the model wife while my husband traipsed around, wildly indulging himself? I longed for my share of the fun.
I dressed lavishly for the occasion. In my flock of suitcases, I had bikinis, miniskirts, sexy blouses-all the trappings of seduction. I knew how to turn men on.
The black dress with the plunging neckline and elevated hemline gave me the necessary advantage. My big tits and slim legs were fabulously displayed. A pair of spike heels completed an inviting picture. I flipped my blonde mane over my shoulder and assessed my appearance. I resembled a ferocious tigress plotting a kill.
One last step I observed was removing my wedding ring and tossing it in my purse. I didn't want to send out any adverse signals to potential lovers.
The temperature went up several degrees after I entered the hotel's lounge. The women hated me on sight. Male tongues conspicuously wagged. The outbreak of drool was an ego-booster.
I dropped my little tush on a stool and crooked my finger at the bartender. A chard-on-nay came within seconds of my request. Before I could touch a bill in my purse, a dark-haired stud waved me off and personally covered the tab. Subsequently, I received countless invitations to pay for my drinks.
Before the glass went to my lips, I found myself flanked by salivating men. A blond hunk in his mid-twenties winked at me. He had a bodybuilder's physique: heavily muscled limbs and a barrel chest. Settling into the stool beside mine, he took a swig from his beer mug and made a frank observation. I could tell, from the slant of his eyes, that he was creating a pickup line. I'd heard them all. Few smacked of originality. They were, however, a necessary evil in breaking the ice.
At length, he made his delivery. "That won't cool you off on such a hot night."
My lips rounded. "I suppose you have a better suggestion."
"In my room, I do."
Could he have been more succinct? "Let's go fuck," might have been more straightforward, but a trifle crude for such a reputable establishment. We were in a first-class, triple-A rated hotel by the American plan standards.
I loved men who dared me with their sexual prowess. Whether they employed sizzling verbs or simply conveyed it with strong eye contact, I ate it up.
"What's your hurry?" I asked, unfazed by his proposition. "The night is young."
"We could take a bottle with us."
"I like the atmosphere here."
He slid closer. "Why not settle for paradise itself?"
I cracked up. My blond admirer was pushing it. "Is that a fact?" I gave him a slick evaluation. The packaging was nice, but whether it could fulfill its promise had yet to be seen. My eyes dropped to his crotch. "Hmmmm. Have you got an elephant in there?"
A lazy grin formed on his handsome face. "I'm equipped for an all-nighter."
Before I could kid along with him, we had company. A tall, dark-haired guy with a mustache and muscles rivaling those of my suitor came to my defense. "Is this ass-hole bothering you?" he growled, indignantly jerking a thumb in his direction. "Not in the least."
"Fuck off," the blond told him. "I saw her first."
"Want to settle it outside, pal?" He balled his fists and flexed his biceps.
"Hey," the bartender signaled, "there's no roughhousing in here. You guys know the rules."
"I agree," I said, collecting my purse and hopping off the stool. "Why not put all that fierce male energy to productive use? Let's go to my room."
Don, the dark-haired guy, relieved me of my dress while I sucked face with Tim, the blond. His breath warmed the back of my neck. After a second, Don buried his face in my nape. I trembled as he trailed kisses along my spine. Tim's tongue was in my mouth, suppressing my moans.
Don released my tits from captivity. My nipples had begun to harden beneath his soothing rotations. His flow sustained my arousal. He tweaked those thick buttons, sending shock waves of pleasure throughout my system.
Tim withdrew his tongue and assaulted those stiff peaks. Dizzy from his exploration, I hadn't time to adjust to his slurping my nippies. Orally fluent, he kept my delectation constant. His bubble-rich swirls made me woozy.
Don vied for my snatch. I felt his breath descend my backside. He pulled apart my buns, briefly sampling their velvet texture. The strength of his fingers excited me. Without warning, he stuck his tongue into my sodden crevice. The lips of my pussy unfolded to receive that wriggling thing. Meticulously, he licked my walls. He scooped mouthfuls of my honey. His loud gulps inferred enjoyment.
Unprepared for that single luxury, I buckled against Tim. His arms flew around me, keeping me still. Framing my tits with his hands, he went down for more. I reeled from his suck. His teeth grazed my nipple. The dance of his tip, followed by the wash of hot saliva, made my moans last.
The novelty of being with two men simultaneously fired my libido. Although having virtually no experience to borrow from, I felt confident in individually satisfying them.
Tim unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor. His elongated cock pressed through his colored underwear. Its size increased my hunger pangs. I could scarcely wait to get at it.
I yanked his briefs down. Tim's dick sprang out, looking for my mouth. Delicately, I slurped that domed head. Tim reacted strongly to my gentle approach. I circled the jutting rim, distributing foam. I lashed his veins, letting bubbles form and burst. Wrapping my fingers to the bottom of his shaft, I effected a steady pull. After traveling his length, I tongued his balls. The taste of male flesh and hair evoked riveting sensations.
Don maneuvered his head between my legs. Cupping my buttocks, he hauled me tightly to his face. He sucked me until the juices flowed in abundance. His tongue cycled about my love button before slashing it. Sobbing, I oozed into his mouth. Those fluid spins beset my clit.
I managed to get my mouth around the top of Tim's cock. Initially, I was afraid to take more. Don's expert whips almost left me incoherent. I creamed on his face, yet his eating endured as though he couldn't get enough. I sucked softly on Tim, moving my lips and tongue to his satisfaction. His blue eyes became glazed as I increased my pull. His salty marrow dissolved on my tongue. I swallowed another inch, gliding luxuriously over those veins. I concentrated on the one running his full length. He quivered within my sweet compression.
I massaged him without letup. Oral and manual stimulation complement each other if properly orchestrated. His dick became slippery from my excess saliva. I deliberately let much of it escape the corners of my lips. My tingling froth dribbled to his ample base. I wove up and down, masturbating and sucking him. My efforts brought him to full extension. The skin stretched tautly over that inflamed section.
Don impaired my mental powers. His silvery licks sent my thoughts askew. He dipped into my pink center and scooped its honey content. I gasped at his thrilling reach. My cunt snared his tongue, reeling him until his nose pressed into my mound. After he secured his lips, he sucked me until I was hoarse. My pussy juices welled from my jittery core. He lapped my trembling walls, precipitating that flow. His persistent tongue divided my muff.
Tim cupped the back of my head and pressed. "Deep-throat it, baby. Show me how much you can take."
My lips widened. I went down on him slowly, conscious of Don's ticklish splendor. My fist anchored him. My shifting thumb tormented his heavy vein. Little by little, his cock filled my mouth. I flickered about his oncoming shaft with serpentine skill. My eyes rolled back as I consumed him. He smashed his bloated crown to my roof, then eased into my throat. There was so much of him to swallow, yet I managed. I coordinated my breathing and intake of cock. My lips inched to his trunk.
"That's it," Tim croaked, packing my face. "Gulp me down to the balls."
His girth stifled my husky sob. My tip went back and forth over that pulsing vein. I sufficiently loosened to ingest that final portion. His dick throbbed in my throat. I sucked it tenderly, challenging his will power.
Tim's hair-dusted thighs shook around my face. "Harder," he rasped. "Crush me with your lips."
I obeyed. I twisted about his stem. His groans escalated in pitch. When I thought he might explode, I retreated to his plump knob. I could taste his involuntary discharge. He exuded a mere few drops, but their saltiness drove me wild.
Don's nibbling did not cease. He tormented my pink folds with his limber tip. His saliva saturated my crevice and made my clit tingle. He did not confine his slurps to my pussy. Don lathered my anus, too. I had never had someone probe my rectum in that fashion, yet Don did so without vacillation. He pulled my butt cheeks apart and delved into that hot channel. I moaned as he wriggled his way into me. It was indescribably nice.
Tim steered me to his cock, keeping my mouth busy. He obviously didn't want that fabulous lip activity to end. The intermittent pressure he applied to the back of my head reminded me of his urgency.
I alternately stroked him with my fist. When not tugging him, I caressed his balls. My feathery touch caused him to writhe. When his dick twitched too strongly, I detached my lips and slapped a fresh coat of saliva to his balls. My tiny bubbles popped on his taut pouch.
He sharply exhaled. "I love the way that mouth handles me. The fun never stops." He drove himself into my face until his pubes tickled my nose. He leisurely withdrew after a fortifying breath. "Christ. I like going into your throat."
Don completed lubricating my anus with his tongue. I predicted the reason for his thorough job. Within seconds of ending that task, he aligned himself to my backside. His thumbs pried apart my quivering buns. My butt hole tensed around his blunt head.
"Yeah," Tim gasped, "put it in her ass."
Don gradually sank into me. My mouth flew off Tim as that monster took purchase of my rectum. I cried out in ecstasy. My anus shrank around his advancing member. When his balls kissed my shivering cheeks, I knew he was wholly installed. His pubes scratched my rump.
"This ass belongs to me," Don muttered, pumping it. "Oh, yeah. I'm going to ride it to the bitter end."
The pleasure was so intense, I almost fainted.
Not only did he deeply shaft me, but he centered a finger over my clit and renewed my bliss. The jiggling overruled any negative effect. I usually focused on the enjoyment butt-fucking provided. That restless digit amplified the experience.
"Do you like having a cock in your ass, baby?" Tim asked, massaging himself. He sawed through his closed fist. "How does it feel?"
"Good," I mentioned through clenched teeth. It tunneled into me, thrust after thrust. I flung myself at it, fucking back. "Ohhhh."
Tim tucked his dick into my cleavage, then pistoned his hips. His discolored bulb emerged from my cleft. "I'm going to fuck these tits," he groaned, slicing into them. "Christ, are they soft."
"Oh, God," I moaned, watching him disappear, then resurface.
The saliva on his cock simplified his passage. He dragged that huge thing through my sweaty groove. I sobbed from his vigorous pulsations.
Behind me, Don crammed himself to capacity. His balls repeatedly smacked my butt. He pulled back, then squeezed himself into my tiny hole. I snapped him up in hungry mouthfuls. His lumbering movement totally aroused me. If his finger hadn't kept me alert, I might have blacked out. My clit thickened beneath his stirring pressure. My juices sprinkled his fingertips.
Tim thumbed my nipples, tenderly revolving around those nuggets. He disbursed electric shocks to my system. His blue eyes were intent on me as he pressed himself into my damp folds.
His cockhead crept toward my mouth, then retreated. I let out my tongue and slurped it. Tim's lips drew back, reflecting his white teeth. I lashed him again on the rebound. His harsh exhalation told me exactly how close to orgasm he was.
Don jammed my ass-hole with cock. I could barely think with that monster plugging my ass. He ground himself to my expanded opening, wrenching my innards. Each lunge made me weak with desire.
I licked Tim's tip until it turned scarlet. His breathing became convulsive. He rammed through my cleavage, gulping air. Suddenly, he spurted cum. Hot jism splattered me. I was powerless to deflect its shower. My nipples, chin and tongue received the creamy onslaught.
Don jiggled me to orgasm. He uncovered my pleasure's pulse and brought it to a satisfying conclusion. I spasmed in his arms, with his cock submerged. My seizure-ridden body thudded against him, riding out the storm.
When I finished, he pulled out of me. My contractions precipitated his climax. He jetted onto my shaking buns, howling in delight. I collapsed against Tim with a sigh. Don emptied himself over my spent form before surrendering to exhaustion.
The three of us lay there, lounging in the afterglow.
CHAPTER TWO
I got rid of those guys around two in the morning. Because of their extreme loudness, I expected a call from security. The combination of booze and pussy made them obnoxious. Fortunately, they piped down and left.
I threw the sheets over myself and lost consciousness. Sleep, at that point, became essential. I badly needed to rest my weary bones. Taking on two men in the sack wore me out.
An incessant rapping woke me. My head throbbed. If I didn't get enough sleep, it threw off my whole day.
"Go away!" I hissed, huddling under the sheet. The sun began to pierce the edge of the thick drapes. Morning appeared to have raised its ugly head.
The knocking unmercifully continued.
Some eager-beaver staff member was about to receive a tongue-lashing supreme. That person's audacity amazed me. The "Do Not
Disturb" sign was apparently worthless.
Summoning strength from my reserves, I flung back the covers and pulled on my robe. As I stomped off, I prepared a fiery delivery for my unwanted caller. Whoever had the balls to bother me was in for holy hell.
"Exactly what is the meaning of this?" I snarled, throwing back the door. Immediately, I let out a gasp.
Oh, my God! It was my brother-in-law, Mike.
He regarded me with utter distaste. Mike made his repugnance of me known. "Get dressed, Pamela. You're checking out."
It took a moment to regain my composure. My temper returned, red-hot. "Who are you to order me around? This is hardly your jurisdiction."
Mike's arrogance was his trademark. Un-like Tom, who customarily employed a civil tone, Mike was a virulent force. A cop by profession, he brooked no nonsense. He addressed me with a scowl. "That snottiness might have some application with my brother, but not me." He barged into my room without an overture from me. Jabbing a thumb at the closet, he barked his instructions. "Gather your things, on the double. I'm parked in back. I want to hit the road before traffic starts."
"I'll do no such thing, you bastard. You can't order me around like a common thug."
He seized my wrist and dragged me to within an inch of his face. "You'll do exactly as you're told."
I peered into his coffee-colored eyes. The strength of his grip aroused me. Mike never struck me as overpowering, but did then. I viewed his rugged features, framed by dark brown hair, in a new light. Because of his police background, he was required to keep himself in top physical condition. His muscular physique was attributable to it.
I softened my tone. "How in the world did you find me?"
"One needn't be a rocket scientist. The frequent credit charges illuminated your tracks. Having access to the police computer network helped."
"Did Tom request that you look for me."
"I did it on my own. He's been missing for a week."
My lips curved. "Perhaps he's shacked up with one of his babes. Your brother enjoyed playing the field throughout our marriage-totally indiscreet. He never bothered dusting off his fingerprints. As far as I'm concerned, it's a matter of public record."
Mike did not share my humor. His face darkened. "You made a sizeable withdrawal from your joint account."
I giggled. "He told you that, too? The sum we accumulated pleasantly surprised me. Tom had the financial brains in the family." Mike seemed immune to my little barb. I rarely overlooked an opportunity to slight him. His Neanderthal attitude pissed me off. "He must have taken a gamble on a winner."
"You must return it."
"I'll do no such thing. Half that money is mine."
His gruff tone abided no sympathy. "I'm not going to waste time with explanations, nor will I play games. I'm due back in Chicago, post haste. I intend to get to the bottom of this mess."
"Mess?" I echoed, thrown by his use of the word.
"He called me shortly before his disappearance. He sounded beside himself. You removed funds that were on temporary deposit."
I blinked. Mike alluded to something dreadful. "Didn't that money belong to us?"
"You created a tremendous problem for him. That money needs to be promptly replaced."
"Are you suggesting Tom was involved in some criminal activity?"
"I haven't entirely figured it out, but will, with your help."
I secured a hand to my hip. My resentment of Mike's intrusion returned. "If you think I'll voluntarily cooperate, you're insane. Tom's vanishing act makes no difference to me. His countless departures in the past were non-events. He never accounted for his absences. Perhaps you can understand my decision to bail out."
Mike's patience with me soon expired. He reinstated his gruff tone. "You're a selfish individual, Pamela. No other life has meaning, does it?"
My robe began to open, revealing a sumptuous portion of cleavage. Suppressing a smile, I was eager for some experimentation. I gestured to the nipple which extended from the folds of my garment. That luscious pink point sought his acknowledgment.
Mike declined its invitation. Animosity had existed between my brother-in-law and me since the day Tom announced our engagement. Mike believed I was a budding opportunist, solely after his brother's bank account and professional status. His aloofness accurately reflected his opinion.
Mike's tone disallowed negotiation. "As I mentioned earlier," he glacially stated, "put some clothes on so we can leave."
I could have exercised more resistance, or simply quibbled with him, but after spending the night with two well-equipped studs, I developed an unusual brazenness. I attributed my loose behavior to that unleashed wildness. Without moving a fraction, my robe separated. Both tits spilled out, lively bouncing. I expected my brother-in-law to pop a boner, or at the very least, become flustered. Instead, he stared coldly at my face. He adamantly protested gazing at my distinguished assets.
My ego languished in his presence. Men typically enjoyed looking at me. Mike vehemently combated the urge. I found his restraint seductive.
"We're wasting valuable traveling time," he crustily reminded.
I weighed my options. I could have flatly refused to have him usher me home. Nothing illegal had been committed on my part. The temptation to defy him prevailed, yet the spark of that curious attraction overruled my decision. "All right," I said, astounding even myself, "I'll be a moment."
Mike made arrangements to have my car independently returned to Chicago. He didn't trust my trailing him, nor did he wish the hassle of following me. Mike turned a deaf ear to my protestations about abandoning my vehicle. Driving with him was obligatory.
I took a quick shower, using strawberry-scented soap. Not only did I wash away all traces of my uninhibited night, but accentuated my desirability. The cosmetics I applied afterward were designed to enhance my magnetism.
On the road, I closely studied Mike. His virile profile drew me. His Slavic features afforded him a rich sensuality. In the eight years I was with Tom, I discounted any hint of an attraction. As a cop, Mike symbolized a world in which brutality and danger were salient components. I preferred the luxury and security accorded by Tom. The brothers clearly had little in common.
Mike's charisma was indisputable. At thirty-eight, he had ripened into a delicious man. Why I hadn't previously seen it remained a mystery. My initial dislike of him, prompted by his rejection, must have taken precedence. In any event, I detected genuine stirrings of lust.
I inspected those powerful hands-one calmly resting on the wheel, the other on the seat. Recalling their might, I involuntarily shivered. Those steel-like fingers commanded , my respect and signaled my longing.
Mike wore a plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled back. His brawny forearms were rough with hair. Tufts of dark hair curled from his undone collar. Tight blue jeans emphasized the sinew of his trim thighs. Glancing at his crotch bred whimsical fantasies. His equipment's outline, even in its flaccid state, had my imagination working overtime.
For our journey homeward, I donned an enticing outfit. I purposely left my tight blouse with a plunging neckline half-unbuttoned so that my tits threatened to spill out. My shorts were of an indecent height, stressing my slender legs and emphasizing my mound. High heels completed my tantalizing guise.
I wondered if Mike perceived my horny vibrations. Such ardor was foreign to me. Perhaps it was my unconscious feedback to male authority. Since Tom demanded little of me, I had grown accustomed to taking charge. Mike's turbulence evidenced a secret thrill.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" I asked while the wind whipped through my hair.
"What does it matter?"
"Getting laid regularly might take off the edge. It would probably improve your disposition."
"My sex life is none of your concern."
I smirked. "It suddenly occurred to me that you never married. Why?"
His eyes never left the road. He pushed the speed limit to its legal boundaries. "Some cops don't."
"Perhaps you don't like women."
He said nothing to disprove my theory.
"Did I touch a nerve?" I teased.
Mike stretched his lean body, then relaxed.
He appeared immune to my razzing. During the course of many arrests, he must have endured the taunts of many sexy women. He presumably mastered tuning out such offenders.
My examination of him drove my erotic curiosity. That manly profile, filled with purpose, turned me on. I saw my brother-in-law in an exciting new light, and wanted those obscure aspects clarified.
My tactics underwent revision. Verbally, Mike was unmanipulable. If words failed to melt his frozen exterior, then actions were-likely the key. I yearned to explore the extent of his scruples.
"Perhaps the reason behind your evasion of marriage was not finding the right woman," I said, adapting a willowy tone. My hand drifted to my crotch. "Only a specific kind of woman can please a cop."
"What makes you an expert?" he asked without glancing in my direction.
My exhibitionist tendencies gradually surfaced. My legs spread apart. "I understand men. I've analyzed them for years and rendered conclusions." I unsnapped the button of my shorts. The sound of my zipper alerted him. "Anticipating their needs has been my metier."
Mike's grip on the wheel faltered. His set jaw implied a determination to ignore me. His eyes did not stray from the lane ahead.
"Be truthful with me," I said, sifting through my silken pubes. "You may have despised me, but always regarded me bewitching. Admit it."
He denied me the satisfaction of a response.
I divided my cunt lips with a finger. Moisture oozed from my hungry center. The walls of my pussy ached to caress a real man. I wanted him to be Mike. "Aside from your dislike of me, haven't you wondered what it would be like?"
Mike offered no indication, positive or negative.
I lowered my digit into my snatch, pretending it belonged to him. "Please be honest. I know you've had fantasies. Even when you projected disdain, I suspected your yearning. A man can't hide that from a woman. She recognizes when she's wanted."
My high heels dug into his floor mats. I sawed through my wet, clinging pussy. It sucked my finger straight to the knuckle. In shifting through squishy layers, I produced stimulating wet sounds. Those damp folds noisily puckered at my rhythmic probe.
After several seconds of casual exploration, I concentrated on my clit. A gentle moan rose from my throat. I couldn't help voicing my pleasure, even when aggravating Mike. In my mind, I pretended his tongue darted at me. I associated that palatable swirl to his adroit tip, attempting to quench my thirst.
The juice trickled down my finger. I fondled myself to Mike's complete distraction. It felt good, caressing my privates. Despite the venting the windows afforded, the scent of cunt permeated the car. I lavishly stroked that juicy patch framed by hair. The fluctuation of texture and ensuing rush was delightful.
"Cut it out," Mike barked through clenched teeth.
"What's the matter, baby?" I teased, flicking my love button. "Can't stand the heat?"
Battling the impulse to stare, he remained observant of the oncoming traffic. "Have you forgotten that we're on a public highway?"
I gave his objections short shrift. I willed him to look at me. My shorts were unfastened and blonde fur protruded. My pussy was quite visible. To increase his frustration, I showed him my tits. They leaped from my blouse after releasing two crucial buttons. My nipples bulged at him, fiercely swollen. I couldn't describe what afflicted me, other than to call it acute horniness.
"Why don't you pull over?" I said, delving into my snatch. "I'd rather have you inside me than my finger."
He squirmed in his seat. "You're going too far, Pamela. In fact, you've crossed the line."
His discomfiture suited me. Stripped of his cockiness, he was mine to control. I intended to crumble his defense system. Mike was usually nonchalant. He registered few emotions.
"Yes," I murmured, massaging my clit. "I want us to go all the way."
"Must I remind you that you are still married to my brother?"
"He doesn't have to know a thing. I won't tell." I brushed his thigh. "What's the problem? Can't keep a secret? Hmmmm?"
Mike nearly jumped out of his skin. The same finger that went into my cunt tapped him. "Don't," he growled, seizing the wheel with both hands. Clearly, the idle one might have grabbed my ass.
Mike unconsciously pushed the accelerator to the floor. We hurtled down the road at a higher speed. I purred from the increased adrenaline.
I slipped out of one high heel. "You're so easy to read, Mike," I jeered, reaching for him with my toes. "You want me."
He gritted his teeth when I met his thigh. His crotch was achievable. Conscious of our velocity and disinclined to cause an accident, I took care in tickling him. He shuddered beneath my mischievous nuzzle.
"Let's have some fun, Mike. Come on, baby. You could really use some pussy. Park on the shoulder and fuck my brains out."
Mike refuted my advances. He eased up on the gas and merely coasted. He wanted nothing to do with my toes or solicitation. Side glances were avoided at all cost. Hightailing it to Chicago was obviously his top priority.
Nonetheless, I worked myself into a frenzy. My clit throbbed from the commotion. I fingered that pulsing button until tingling wooziness resulted. Mike's rugged features facilitated my orgasm. I submerged old hostilities in favor of achieving total gratification.
I wanted him in that hot, itchy part of me-whether it be his tongue or cock. The very notion of feeling Mike move through my pussy hastened my orgasm. My thighs recurrently bumped him. I vibrated against his solid frame. My finger, acting of its own volition, went until my vision blurred. My clit pulsed madly beneath my revolving digit. I stared at him throughout that wonderful shaking. I wanted him to realize that his presence ran riot with my hormones.
Mike made no additional attempts to avoid me. His thigh remained firmly stationed, even during my taunting bumps. Whether I jolted his resolution was unfathomable.
Juicy cunt pitched beneath my finger. My horniness took liquid form, seeping from my bubbling depths. I held my gape of Mike as the contractions gained purchase of me. Arching my spine, I permitted their assault.
"Ohhhh," I moaned, nearing my peak. "I'm going to cum. Yes. I'm going to cum."
Mike remained speechless while I spasmed. I thrashed in my seat, breaking into a sweat. The wind whisked across my erect nipples. My fingertips pressed into my sopping cunt flesh. I exhaled harshly, ridding my lungs of stagnant air. The charge was exhilarating.
My foot receded from him. I slumped into the upholstery, striving to reclaim my wits. Toward the end, I clutched his thigh. My sticky fingers smeared his jeans. I still shuddered with orgasm during those moments of slimy contact. I noted no tremors on his behalf. He appeared to handle my lasting vibrations. After several heartbeats, he nabbed my wrist and slowly removed it.
"Button up," Mike hoarsely commanded.
My convulsion had exacted its toll on him. The steering wheel had grown moist beneath his clutching hands. His eyes glistened and his lips thinned.
I smiled. The day was young.
CHAPTER THREE
Mike's abstinence inevitably spurred my anger. We drove for hours without exchanging a single word. The lengthening silence aggravated me. Becoming implicated in an illegal operation-my husband's alleged embezzlement of funds-also dampened my enthusiasm. I realized I wanted no part of it. Who knew what kind of humiliation was in store for me, based on my naivete?
I was sorry to have simplified matters for him. Surrendering the money and driving back to Chicago had been charitable gestures.
Nothing, however, prevented me from " carrying out those objectives.
"Can we stop at a gas station?" I asked, "I need to pee."
He grimaced. "Be quick about it. I won't tolerate any more shenanigans."
"In case I forgot to mention it, you've been the consummate host," I acidly remarked.
"I never promised onboard service."
I flipped him the finger.
"That's more like it," he muttered. "You've shown your true colors."
He pulled into a mini-mart/service station dedicated to the transient masses. I jumped out of the car fast, unwilling to share the same air another second. My high heels hit the pavement with a resounding click. I strutted confidently into the food mart, searching for a feasible exit. Giving him the slip was my basic plan. Finding someone who could assist became vital. If I managed a lift to the hotel, I could intercept the transportation service from taking my car-providing it wasn't too late.
Taking advantage of our situation, Mike filled the tank. Sacrificing precious time was not his custom. We had a tremendous distance yet to cover. Shaving unnecessary layovers from our schedule translated into an earlier arrival.
I scanned the area for truckers. Although we had seen them at nearly every stop, none were around. Male motorists were in rare supply. My frustration mounted.
Mike's stare was of laser intensity. I was conscious of his scrutiny-even if I didn't view it. He was attentive to my every move. I disliked being placed under such a microscope.
Inside, I glanced at the sundry items on display. The back wall featured no additional exits. I nearly exhausted my quest for a feasible escape route. I wanted my disappearance to be clean and without tracks. Few people milled about, buying needed particulars before resuming their journey.
"Can I help you, ma'am?" questioned the cashier, an older fellow with thick glasses and a Texas drawl.
I flashed a smile. "Just browsing."
I strove to be inconspicuous. In my seductive attire, however, that wasn't easily accomplished. My tits almost popped the buttons of my blouse and my slender legs were lusciously exhibited in those indecent shorts. By the process of elimination, my only "out" appeared to be the restroom. I hastily ducked in there.
The restroom consisted of three stalls, two sinks and two mirrors. Though a small upper window poured light from the back wall, a rear entrance was not found. A woman stood before the one to the left, applying lipstick. She glanced at me in a curious manner before finishing the job. I realized that I had burst into the room, out of sorts. Anxiety was written on my face.
"Everything okay, honey?" the woman, an attractive brunette, inquired.
"Uh, sure." I opened the door a crack, checking for Mike. Sooner or later, he would conduct a search. New customers roamed the store, occupying the cashier. The register rang up continuous sales.
She tossed the tube into her purse, then retrieved a perfume spray. Her eyes closely followed my reflection. Her antennae were noticeably poised.
It suddenly occurred to me that the woman might be by herself. Few cars flocked the area. The chance for someone else might never arrive. I had to maximize whatever situation seemed viable.
I strutted over to the woman. She continued to regard me while dousing herself with that alluring scent. "Where are you going?" I quietly asked.
She instantly brightened. "Vegas, then Reno. I feel lucky."
"Alone?"
"It's more fun that way. I'm answerable to no one."
"Mind some company?"
She whirled around and gave me a frank assessment. "What's the story? Are you ditching your boyfriend?"
I nodded. The true version was much too complicated. Furnishing her an accurate account would have taken considerable time
-an expense I could ill afford.
Her lips curved. "I don't blame you. Men have always been a pain in my ass, too."
I thought I heard Mike's voice beyond the wall. Quickly, I flew to the door and peered through its gap. Sure enough, Mike had entered the store and was obviously hunting for me. I bit my bottom lip.
"Is that him?" the woman asked, breathing against my ear. Her stealthiness-not to mention nerve-disarmed me. She exhibited an unusual boldness.
"Yes."
She closed the distance between us. Her boobs pressed into my back. I detected the absence of a bra. Her nipples poked me. Grasping my shoulder, she anchored herself to me. We swayed as one.
I roughly swallowed. The warmth was dizzying. "Is there another way out of here?"
"Not to my knowledge." She spoke in a stirring melody, slurring her syllables. "Don't .worry. He'll go away."
"I've got to get away from him," I whispered.
"I'll help you." Her tongue traced my ear lobe.
A pleasant numbness overtook me. I didn't expect to enter the John and receive amorous attention. She wielded the gentlest touch.
I quivered while spying on Mike. She continued to fondle me. Her hands traveled down my sides, then clasped my buttocks. Before I could digest that effervescence, she cupped my mound and squeezed. My pussy strongly tingled. Observing my brother-in-law under such stimulating circumstances refreshed the memory of playing with myself in the car. Once again, I looked upon his fiercely masculine face while she massaged my erogenous zones.
"Oh, God," I muttered under my breath.
She disengaged the buttons of my blouse, one by one. My pointed nipples sprang from concealment. She bunched my tits together, reveling at their silken consistency. Her manipulation of them brought elaborate shivers. I swallowed harshly as my nipples went into her mouth, then moaned from her riveting suck. Ohhhh. Her tongue swirled around each nub, leaving a foamy path.
"Mmmmm," I heard her sob in satisfaction as she drew upon my erect tip.
My eyes rolled up in their sockets. I leaned against the wall and sighed, wallowing in that physical luxury.
After attending both nipples, she sank to her knees. My long, sleek legs flanked her perched form. She unsnapped my shorts. I heard-and tolerated-the tug of my zipper.
She eased the shorts over my hips. I was much too woozy to comment, much less react. My arms hung limply at my sides. Her warm breath swept across my midriff and fanned my crotch. Her saliva dripped from my sucked nipples. My French-cut panties descended my hips. Within seconds, she bared my pussy to her face.
I was crippled with desire. The muscles of my body tensed. Peering through the splinter-sized gap, I checked on Mike. He perused magazines from the rack while waiting for me. His composure appeared near its end. I couldn't move, nor utter a sound.
Her thumbs pushed my delicate folds aside. Her tongue advanced into my juicy crack. I clenched my teeth as she wriggled into my snatch. Ohhhh. Her tongue separated my cunt lips. She stroked my inner thighs and wove through my blonde curls while I gasped for air. Hungrily, she dove into my pussy. Movement was rife. She licked the walls,-extracting their flavor. I spewed into her mouth. Her tongue helped replenish my cunt juices.
I remained apprised of Mike's whereabouts. My slivered view supplied a detailed account. He periodically glanced at his watch and frowned. His rugged features emulated disgust. His growing unhappiness was perceivable.
I should have climbed through that upper window of the back wall and been done with it. Unfortunately, I couldn't flee the tongue that pleasured me. That woman slurped my privates so splendidly, nothing could have propelled me into action. I slumped against the wall with my legs splayed, watching her nibble and suck. Her face was partially obscured behind the blonde feathering of my snatch. After a few moments of study, my head lobbed to the side. A guttural moan emerged from the bottom of my throat.
"Ohhhh," I wailed. "Oh, yes. Suck it."
I tried to keep my sobs to a minimum, but her whips were so imaginative and thrilling, containment was impossible. She delivered joy in waves, each overpowering me. I didn't want her to stop. I loved the way she ate me.
She stared at me while devouring my pussy. Those dark eyes, seen through my silky wisps, regarded me with total candor. She molded those freshly painted lips to my cunt and gently sucked. I profusely oozed from the pressure of her tongue. She gulped all the nectar I could yield. Her thirst fiercely excited me. That serpentine appendage fucked my wet, wanting hole. Ohhhh.
My sodden flesh muffled her grunts. "Mmmmm," she murmured into my snatch.
"Mm-mm."
She caressed my bare thighs. Her touch was pure electricity. My clit received the benefit of an experienced licking. She extravagantly circled my love button. Bubbles of spit slithered over that quivering patch. Her lips pinioned my drenched flaps, enabling her tongue to delve into my itchy center. Her darting and groping catapulted me into oblivion.
The upper window in the background blurred. I was too incapacitated to dissociate myself from those sweet, sucking lips.
I thought it a miracle that no one barged in on us. I expected at least one interruption, but we had none.
I became lost in that woman's feeding frenzy. She sucked and swallowed my honeyed remittance. She had quite an appetite for cunt. My clit burned against her sinuous tongue. I held my legs open to that luscious assault.
"Yes," I whispered, pushing my snatch into her mouth. "Take it. Please. More. Ohhhh."
I could not withstand the lure of orgasm. Its flames flickered at my snatch. Just as I spasmed, the door opened and Mike's head popped in. He saw me contracting against the wall while that woman ate me out. Involuntarily, I seized his arms. My lips widened and a prolonged sob erupted. Mike made no effort to withdraw his limb, nor did he flinch.
"Oh, Christ," I whimpered, feverishly convulsing. I slammed into the woman's face, imploring that she eat all I spurted.
His features darkened as he observed my second climaxing. He mouthed the word "slut" during my shuddering release. He witnessed my gratification with apparent criticism.
The blood drained from my expression. That orgasm sapped my strength. My vision doubled and the world spun aimlessly. I helplessly spasmed before Mike's disparaging eye. My orgasm intensified. He made my contractions stronger. Clutching him in its sizzling throes, I envisioned him-not that woman-consuming my honey.
He waited until I finished. His powerful hand closed around my slender wrist. "Let's go," he glacially commanded.
I wobbled on my high heels. She had stolen the very breath from me. Weakly, I nodded. I was much too disoriented to dispute his authority.
"She's with me now," the woman haughtily informed. Her lips were moist with my spent secretions. She rose to her feet, teeming with defiance.
Mike contemplated her with a harsh expression. He could have flashed his badge, but refrained from embarrassing me. "The hell she is. We have an appointment in Chicago."
She snarled, but my brother-in-law discounted it. As a cop, he-likely encountered such obstinate people. The woman was manageable. She wasn't about to challenge his venomous tone, much less his ferocious look.
Mike escorted me to the car without incident.
CHAPTER FOUR
Mike's original scheme to drive straight through to Chicago dissolved under the monotonous hours of driving. He had been behind the wheel for days in order to fetch me. Homeward bound, exhaustion overtook him. I recognized how tired he truly was. The tall mugs of coffee did little to sustain him.
"Would you like me to drive?" I offered.
Shaking his head, he persevered. He stubbornly battled fatigue. Trusting me after the stunt I pulled that afternoon was un-likely. Upon resuming our trip, he branded me an "immoral bitch," yet conveniently wrote off his brother's many infidelities.
Naturally, I was insulted.
We began to swerve off the road. The consumption of caffeine failed to resuscitate him. Stopping for the night became inevitable. I knew our goal was unachievable-we had a great deal of distance yet to cover. Finding suitable lodging was more difficult than we envisioned. We bypassed many of the nicer motels in a bid to reach our destination. Those of ramshackle quality were in abundance. The selection disappointed me. We finally settled on one that seemed reputable.
Mike viewed it as a place for regeneration. I loathed it upon sight. Its dilapidated exterior should have been an indication. The inside was even more appalling. It was a hundred degrees in the room. The air-conditioning unit was apparently on the blink. A damp odor pinched my nostrils. Under normal circumstances, I would have not accepted such substandard lodging. Mike, a cop, was blind to its patheticness. Whether it was sheer exhaustion or male ignorance, I couldn't decide. Due to his stupidity, we were stuck with those quarters.
"It's disgusting," I fumed. "I refuse to go into that bathroom. It's positively gross."
"Tough."
"I'll bet they have not changed the sheets in weeks. And that musty smell-it's revolting. This is pitiful. We must find something else."
Mike had no stomach for my complaints. I could have been talking to the wall. His patience had eroded. "We're staying put. I'm not going through the hassle of finding a different place."
"Very well," I snarled, accepting my fate. Mike's decision was obviously final. Negotiation was banned. I glared at him.
Mike rubbed his eyes, then gave me a frank assessment. Although his body was starved for sleep, he appeared to be reading my mind. He knew I longed to fly the coop, and would work toward that end the second he dozed. "Don't even think it."
My lips curved. "You give me far more credit than I deserve. I certainly wouldn't brave those strange roads this time of night."
"Perhaps." He reached into his leather bag and retrieved a pair of handcuffs. "But I'll take out some insurance all the same."
They were standard police paraphernalia, the very ones used in his course of duty. I was appalled at his recommendation. "You're expecting me to wear them, as if I were a common criminal?"
"I'll wear one cuff, you the other. It's for your own protection. Who knows what mischief you're capable of next."
The prospect of being shackled to him engendered some erotic illusions. My ego, thus far, had taken a pummeling. Paying back Mike would even score. "Before consenting to such a thing, I prefer making myself comfortable. I'm not climbing into bed like this."
"Suit yourself."
"I usually sleep in the nude."
He didn't flinch. "Not here, you won't."
"Turn around."
"Use the John."
"like hell, I will." The very idea of entering that filthy room brought revulsion. I began peeling the buttons down my front. "Either enjoy the show, or look the other way."
Mike chose the latter. Though already having seen me in varying stages of undress, he played the gentleman. I studied his powerful shoulders and narrow buttocks while stripping. He warranted close inspection. Mmmmm. I thought him a very delicious man.
I'm sure he pictured something enticing while I changed. He knew I favored sexy things. I did not disappoint him. I donned a skimpy black bra and panties. Their lack of coverage was perversely flamboyant. My nipples were scarcely camouflaged. Errant pubes curled from the small panel between my legs. I noted the rippling of his Adam's apple. "It's boiling in this room," I explained. "This ought to help, don't you think?"
He avoided ogling my sensational curves. His eyes dropped to the floor. Salivating over his brother's semi-raked wife was not an accusation with which he cared to be charged.
Automatically, he opened the buttons of his shirt. His sole contribution toward reducing the heat was to remove it. The sight of his muscular chest and pronounced biceps aroused me. A forest of hair sheltered its brawny surface. His abdomen was deliciously flat. My brother-in-law could have modeled for one of those women's magazines.
"It would be wise to lose the pants," I wickedly advised. "You'll cool off faster."
Despite my carnal insinuations, I was being sensible. The stuffiness bothered him. He elected not to suffer, in spite of our family relationship. "Don't try anything foolish," he warned, unzipping his jeans. "I need a few, uninterrupted hours. We're hitting the road before dawn."
His white briefs gave me a parched throat. His equipment was notably dormant. His trim, fleecy thighs were sinew-rich. The more I saw of him, the hornier I got. My pussy spontaneously tightened. My nipples bulged through their cups.
Mike brought things back into perspective. He secured my wrist, then cuffed his. The touch of cold metal revived me. He gestured to the bed. Retiring for the night became mandatory. I settled onto the musty sheets, unconcerned about their staleness. The excitement subdued me.
Mike extinguished the light. Even in darkness, I couldn't dispel the fervor. Being locked to that man kindled my lust. I kept waiting for him to accidentally brush me with an arm or leg. I craved his manly grain. Contact with muscle and hair would have thrown me out of whack. I trembled in anticipation.
The temptation to touch him became severe. I was dying to get my hands on him, barely suppressing the urge. My pussy moistened at the thought of exploring his rugged contours. Slipping some fingers into my panties, I caressed myself. That jolt of relief was small. My clit pulsed against my revolving digit. I moved silently. Other than an occasional slick sound, I went about my business without detection. My pussy squished from urgent rotation. I massaged my soaked folds while eyeing Mike's still form, which served as my inspiration. I exhaled quietly between clenched teeth. I avoided waking him at all cost. Mike promptly went off into dreamland. His chest rose and fell in accordance with his gentle breathing. I assumed he had surrendered to the physical wear and tear.
I played with myself a while longer, then stopped. Masturbation could not quench my thirst. I wanted Mike-not my finger. I yearned to cum while stuffed with his cock. More important, I wanted those coffee-colored pupils trained on me when I convulsed.
I studied his profile in the dark. The motel's neon sign, seen through the blinds, provided the necessary illumination. His silhouette quickened my pulse. He resembled a slumbering tiger, wired for action, prepared to leap at a moment's notice. Cops probably slept in that fashion for the same reason.
Lying beside him, half-naked and manacled, precipitated a flow of incendiary ideas. That fiercely virile creature occupied space in my bed. I couldn't gaze at his muscled limbs and brawny physique without enduring hunger pangs. My pussy constricted while ruminating about the possibilities. The itch to climb on him plagued me.
His breathing changed. I realized my shifting woke him. "Mike?"
He denied me an answer.
"I know you hate me," I whispered. "You've taken pleasure in clarifying that point. Since you've made escape impossible, couldn't we be.. .friendlier to one another?"
"Go to sleep," he ordered.
I propped myself on my elbow and gazed at him. He looked luscious in the shadows. "How can I do that? I'm frustrated. I want you. This might be our only chance. You sparked something inside me."
"It's no phenomena," he scoffed. "You've had it from the start."
"How can you know that? It's new to me. When I look at you, I quiver."
"Stop. I don't want to hear it."
"But I've got to say it. I've never been this stimulated. Please. Let me have you-just once. Nobody will know. I'd die before blurting a word of it to Tom. I doubt he'd even care if the truth came out." My voice dropped a notch. "He's been with many women. He rarely came to my bed, even when I was desperate."
"He's my brother, for God's sake," Mike snarled. "And you're still his wife."
"Put that out of your mind," I murmured. My hand settled over his thigh. Its bristly composition thrilled me. "Tonight, let me be a woman-nothing more."
For a man of steel-nerve and with an appetite for danger, he seemed scared. His tremors were highly prevalent. My fingertips fed him an electrical flow.
"Don't."
"Your body is telling me something different," I purred. "I sense its hunger. Mmmmm. It needs some pussy."
He went mute. I would have questioned the validity of any statement he issued. Physically, he was a wreck. The prolonged silence teemed with anguish. I detected his horny vibrations.
I seduced him with carefully constructed phrases and silvery caresses. "Touch me, Mike." I unfastened my bra with one hand. Orchestrating its removal required skill, given my disabled wrist. The satin material receded, baring my stiff nubs. "Stroke my nipples."
My pleas battered his senses. He couldn't defy me. He might have resisted the propositions of other females he arrested, but his underlying attraction to me was unarguable. The jitteriness on his part was a dead giveaway. His shaking hand went to my thick stubs. Ecstasy swam through my system. His thumb circled, then flicked, before continuing to the other. I moaned.
"Yes," I sighed, arching my back. I couldn't believe Mike obliged me. He had been so obstinate throughout the day. His grope pleased me. He traveled sluggishly over my velvet flesh. Those coarse fingertips endlessly riled me. The thrill was lasting. "Oh, yes."
My tits bulged in his grip. He exuded tenderness. For a man of blunt character, he amazed me. I expected awkwardness and received the reverse. Mike had experience-more than I had imagined.
"Don't they feel nice?" I sighed. His strength aroused me. "Aren't they soft? Let them bulge through your fingers. Take all that you can hold. Squeeze them. Oh, yes."
He leveled those coffee-colored eyes on me.
"Kiss them," I said, steering my tits to his face. "Suck them."
Mike complied. I clasped his head as he drew upon my delicate flesh. I sobbed when he clamped one and vented a teeth-clenching suck. Ohhhh. His tongue whipped me into a frenzy. Those dizzying revolutions enlarged my nipple to its full reach.
"Lick them," I whimpered. "Faster. Make them hard. Ohhhh."
While his mouth was gainfully employed, I guided his free hand. He encompassed my quivering mound. His thumb sank into my soft flesh. My nectar spurted from the pressure. He delved into my juicy crack, sinking his fingers. I gasped as he explored my hot depths.
"Oh, Mike," I panted, loving it. "Jiggle me. Open me. Oh, yes. Ohhhh." My eyesight dulled as he probed my cunt. Those strong, thick digits belonged to the man I subconsciously craved. I swiveled my hips to gain benefit from his investigation.
He detached his lips from one nipple, then utilized them on its twin. His tip swirled around it while he concentrated on suction. He softly pumped my tit, orally massaging it. Saliva escaped the corner of his mouth and dribbled onto my skin. Before his drool could streak into my cleft, Mike slurped it. He slashed again at my nipple, then reapplied his pucker.
At last, I fulfilled my yen to cuddle him. I traced the solid plate of his breast, weaving through its furry blanket. That mass tapered to a line over his abdomen, where it apparently thickened at his crotch. His cock swelled beneath his briefs, tenting the fabric. Hooking the elastic band, I lowered them over his hips. His dick sprang at me, fully engorged. Mike was of average size. In my experience, significant measure didn't ensure bliss, but rather the attitude behind the equipment. Those six, wide inches were enough to get where it counted.
"Mmmmmmm," I murmured. "I like it." Descending upon him, I gave him a few licks. My tongue danced over the bulbous head, tasting him. Mike's manly flavor tingled on my palate. I detected faint traces of sweat on his soap-scented skin. Mike diligently practiced hygiene.
I heard his rough intake. My slurps immobilized him. Their silkiness stunned him. I glided over that mass of veins and hardened flesh, adding to his torment. I moistened the back of his shaft, then lapped his balls. Mike tensed at my darting tip. His fists trembled and heels dug into the mattress.
"Christ," he muttered, jarred by my froth. His chest expanded and contracted. His abdominals quaked with each lash.
I lathered his sac with meticulous care. Men love a good tonguing. His cock stood upright as I disbursed that glistening coat. I sampled hair and skin with each pass. My bubbly concoction dripped from his pouch, only to be collected by another sweep.
Mike's finger sank into my cunt. I moaned as my pussy swallowed that thick digit. He twisted it to the knuckle, savoring the moisture, then slowly withdrew it. He went on to pump me until I saw stars.
After drenching his balls, I worked on his shaft. My tongue wriggled to its top, pursuing the heavy vein of its underside. Clasping him by the base, I positioned him for my sucking lips. I took only that plump knob. My lips massaged him while I tickled his cum slit. A creamy pearl oozed onto my tongue. His male essence dissolved in my mouth. I sucked, seeking more of that milky fluid.
Mike manually teased my clit. I shivered as he thumbed my love button. Its rough texture spurred my passion. The juices spurted from my loins, anointing his fingertips. He made my pussy wet and tingly.
Up and down that cock I went. I sucked his dick to the very root. Embracing that section of thriving, male flesh left me atremble. I grounded my lips to its pulsing foundation, rose to the top and wrung its head. I indulged myself with huge mouthfuls of him, savoring his gasping response. I smothered that throbbing beast with my tongue and lips, then drew upon it until a dash of his cum sluiced my taste buds.
Mike groaned from my feverish intake. He cupped the top of my head, guiding me on my journey.
Abruptly, I detached my lips. "Have you had enough? Want me to stop."
"Christ, no."
His breathless plea turned me on all the more. I wouldn't have left him in that condition. I descended upon that cock, dragging my lips to the bottom. My lips curved around his balls. I sucked and licked him, enjoying its frantic beat. I tugged the taut skin while he vented his bliss. The crush of my lips vehemently excited him. He elevated his groin, eager to meet me. He couldn't wait for the press of my cheeks and whip of my tongue.
Gripping him by the stem, I clamped his side and raced my lips up and down. I slid over that stretch of veins and congealed mass. He was totally rigid, inflexibly curved. My lips slipped around virtual bone. His groan deepened when I sucked and slurped him.
He caressed my mound while I ate him. His thumb settled over my clit, maintaining a steady motion. Shivers rushed through me. I neared orgasm with each twitch.
I stroked his stiff thing. My fist glided over that broad monster. His pulsations drove me crazy. He looked like he was going to cum. If I had persisted, he would have surely splattered me. His reddish dick seemed ready to emit its load.
The ache in my snatch mounted. I wanted his cock in it. His manipulation of my clit aggravated me. I couldn't wait another second.
I swung my leg over him, then deposited my ass on his lap. Repositioning myself required coordination. The handcuffs restricted our movement. Having them on, nevertheless, accentuated the moment. Sighing heavily, I straddled him. My tits swung in his face, the nipples pointing.
Mike stared at me, flush with desire. I saw no trace of hatred. He wanted to fuck. Those deep brown eyes prompted a physical disturbance in me.
Using my free hand, I led him into my pussy. He groaned as my cunt lips grabbed him. Even I found his initial entrance startling. That bloated crown was much wider than I recalled. Bearing down, I fed him hot squish.
"Oh, God," I wailed, taken by surprise. He seemed bigger inside me. His diameter pried me apart. My cunt gobbled him to the balls. That hard dick sat in my pussy for several heartbeats. "Oh, Mike. Ohhhh."
He seized my ass with a powerful hand and hauled me to that ample trunk. Gritting his teeth, he jammed himself high. My snatch involuntarily constricted. His cock monopolized my concentration. It was a nice, tight fit. Our organs squealed in bliss. His handsome features twisted. He looked positively savage, as though saying, "You wanted it, baby. Deal with it."
Upon regaining my senses, I began rocking on him. My pussy stroked him slowly, relishing its hard occupant. He caressed my quaking walls, thrust after thrust. I shrank around his throbbing cock. Tightly connected, we made squeaky sounds. My cunt lips kept him juicy.
"That feels excellent," I whispered, humping it. I rode him with delectation. That hard dick had me sobbing. He dug into my loins, rubbing the part that badly needed it. "Ohhhh. Do whatever you want to me. I'm yours, Mike. Don't hold back." .
"Yes," he muttered as I buried him to the hilt. His eyes rolled up in their sockets. His lips widened, baring clenched teeth. "Yes."
I greased his shaft, covering him with hot snatch. The friction was most exquisite. I whimpered from that sweet give and take. He plunged into me, pulsating. His dick tunneled into my soaked flesh. His balls slapped my ass after each aim.
I blindly groped his sac. He pressed that velvet pouch to my quivering cheeks before withdrawing. I petted the bulging veins of his base. He protruded from my cunthole, dripping from its excitement. I dropped over him, engulfing him with my snatch.
"Fuck me," I sighed, rubbing that stiff thing. "Fuck my wet pussy."
Mike arched his spine and rammed me. I cried out, then fucked back. His pistoning hips brought about a sweet commotion. I gazed at him while I scaled that precipitous mountain. He brought me closer to its summit, stroke after stroke. Ohhhhhh. In uniform intervals, his thickness brushed my clit. I put the squeeze on him, taking that thing in my slick vise.
"Jesus," he muttered, slamming his head into the pillow. "Christ Almighty."
I slid up and down him, huffing and puffing. I jerked his meat but good. Our pubes came together. I smashed my mound to his, then pulled back. Ohhhh. I grounded myself to that massive base and moaned.
Mike drove himself into me again and again. He made certain I felt his ramming. I purred from his dick's rapid movement. His glassy eyes and slack mouth told me he was about to explode. I was close to cumming. I humped him madly, wanting it to happen. Our flesh moistly slapped together. A profusion of sweat trickled down my body. Salty droplets clung to my nipples, then splattered his chest.
"Oh, God," I sobbed, fucking that beautiful cock. "Ohhhhhhh. I'm cumming, Mike. I'm cumming."
I shuddered violently. That orgasm almost caused me to black out. I writhed on his lap, overwhelmed by its power. His animal roar and quaking informed me that his pleasure had crested. I strongly contracted on his spurting cock. Hot jism splashed into my cunt. I sobbed as it jetted into me squirt after squirt. Mike's hand anchored me to his lap, leaving imprints in my ass. He made sure I didn't fly off while he emptied himself.
Long before that sweet, pounding release subsided, I collapsed over his sweat-drenched body. My lips went over his, ending our session with a kiss. Mike's tongue went into my mouth of its own volition.
His cock never grew soft. I felt him standing in a pool of spent cum, inflexibly swollen. He flipped me on my back without disengaging himself. I surrendered to his silent command. Soon, he began pumping me. His dick recommenced its demanding thrust. Mike required zero recovery time.
What a man! He needed more of me. Once wasn't enough for him-nor for me.
"Yes," I panted, receiving that prodding member. "Oh, yes. Do it."
The springs of our bed squealed from his taxing strokes.
CHAPTER FIVE
We awoke in a tangle of arms and legs that next morning. He draped his hair-rough limbs over mine. I not only loved their coarse texture, but their contrast to my tanned, sleek ones.
Our room smelled of pussy and cum. The bedding was rumpled, soiled. We had expended much of our fluids on the sheets.
The handcuffs continued to bind us. I slipped my fingers through his and squeezed. Mike blinked into the conscious world. The sun's rays filtered through the blinds and bleached everything in its scope.
Criticism seemed erased from Mike's expression. He looked far more approachable in that sluggish state. His coffee-colored eyes had a dull, sleepy quality-replacing the intensity to which I had grown accustomed.
I sensed no carry-over from our night of unbridled passion. Mike conscientiously avoided eye contact. His coolness befuddled me. I saw no basis for his aloof treatment. I believed we had reconciled our differences and had become lovers. My assumption proved incorrect.
He produced a key to unlock the handcuffs.
"No," I said, wishing to remain latched to him. I affectionately caressed his fleecy arm. "Don't."
He exhibited patience with my request. His tone, however, lacked benevolence. "Pick us up some coffee at the diner while I put our bags in the car."
"Sure." I expected a morning kiss, a reassuring embrace-and received nothing. I perceived embarrassment on his part, with an underlying plea to erase the events of the night before.
We showered separately prior to packing up. I bargained on him joining me, yet the door never opened. Mike, expediting his shower, was done within five minutes.
Cleanliness didn't seem the issue. I received the impression we were erasing evidence. Mike wished no remembrances.
We efficiently covered the remaining miles to Chicago. Fueled with determination, Mike expertly managed the traffic. He focused on the two-lane blacktop, not me. I was much too hurt to trouble him for periodic pee breaks. Fortunately, my bladder cooperated.
We exchanged few words. Other than acknowledging our surroundings, we limited our comments. Behaving in a civil fashion was on our unspoken agenda.
I recalled telling him that I wanted only one, uninhibited night. I prayed he wouldn't hold me to that promise. I had never encountered such ecstasy with a man. Tom failed to generate that kind of passion. Our lovemaking was usually uneventful. My mind frequently wandered while Tom got his rocks off.
I married the wrong brother. Mike should have been my husband-not Tom.
As we drove, I was alert to my sore pussy. Mike's fat dick had stayed hard and demanded a whole lot of me. I shifted in my seat, thinking about his cock and the delicious pleasure it gave.
Mike's muteness disturbed me. I yearned for some favorable sign that the previous night wasn't a complete write-off. It would have been nice if his arm went around me, or if he rested his hand on my knee. Such extensions of fondness never surfaced. He refrained from exhibiting even the smallest measure of intimacy.
We parked in front of my Lake Forest home. I stretched my limbs, hoping to catch his eye. Mike paid me no notice. It struck me that he might be burdened with guilt. He obviously wasn't proud to have fucked me in a moment of weakness.
The key to my front door was in hand. I was about to turn to him and insist that he shed his compunctions when I noticed his brow crease. Mike's hand shot out. The door freely swung open.
My home had been ransacked. I was appalled by the sight of overturned furniture, the scattered contents of drawers, and personal belongings strewn across the floor. "I've been robbed," I gasped.
Mike assessed the damage. "Somebody broke in. The window's been tampered with." The curtains fluttered in the dining room, marking a plausible entrance. "Don't you have an alarm system?"
"Tom must have switched it off. I usually activate it upon leaving." Fear gradually took shape in my mind. "From whom did Tom take that money?"
Mike shrugged. "I wish I knew. He never furnished me that information, but was frantic about replacing it."
My husband was obviously guilty of a serious infraction. I never suspected any wrongdoing. He usually took charge of our financial obligations. Rarely carrying cash, I primarily functioned with credit cards. The sum of our worth was never something I felt essential to know.
No room had been left in pristine condition by our intruder. During our investigation, I suffered an attack of nausea. A thorough search had been conducted at the expense of my home's orderliness, every conceivable hiding place checked. It was in total shambles. The waste was sickening. "How are we to find him?" I sighed, unable to mentally calculate the damages.
"Let's check his study," Mike proposed. "There might be a clue in his desk-that is, if it hasn't been removed or destroyed."
The room that served as Tom's office was in similar disarray. The lock on his desk had been broken and the drawers turned upside down. Papers littered the floor. Paintings were askew.
"I suppose we ought to call the police," I whispered.
Mike motioned for me to be still. He snatched several sheets that had slipped under the desk. I detected the faint trace of perfume on each page. One needn't be a genius to conclude they were from a girlfriend.
"He's got his nerve, saving love letters," I spat. "That should prove exactly how faithful he's been."
Mike reserved making judgment. He became absorbed in their contents. I gazed at the thoughts stated in flowering handwriting. After several paragraphs, I understood why he retained them. The woman vividly wrote of her amorous feelings involving Tom. She employed graphic terms, enhancing the eroticism.
"Thank you for last night," I read. "You were outstanding in bed. My pussy can still feel your big, hard cock. I poured myself a bubble bath shortly after you left, but hours later, the ache remained."
I studied Mike's intent expression. His eyes did not waver. His bottom lip protruded. His breathing deepened. The subject matter plainly affected him.
I picked up the thread of continuity. "Even as I write this, I'm wet. My nipples are thick erasers, crying for your mouth. I love when you outline them with your tongue before sucking. You're wonderfully oral, darling. I wish you were here this second, licking my pussy. Your slurps drive me wild. My clit responds feverishly to your limber tip. I cum so violently."
I quivered. My husband's exploits did not precipitate the flurry of chills; having Mike beside me did. His nearness stimulated me. I desperately wanted to jump his bones. The state of disorder around me was nothing compared to my emotional turmoil. The house ceased being important.
I inched closer to him. My breast brushed his arm. I gently blew at his ear. Mike froze in position. He neglected to shrink from me.
Even in the midst of chaos, Mike fully aroused me. The heat was immediate, consuming. At that moment, my displaced possessions did not concern me. I wanted only him.
Mike and I read the balance of that explicitly written account. The woman, who remained nameless, went on to describe how my husband drank all that her pussy could yield, and how sweetly his cock rubbed the walls of her snatch. I could equate to her kindled state. Weakness engulfed me at the prospect of Mike pushing into my cunt while those powerful arms bound me.
I heard an audible swallow toward the end of her steamy confession. Mike virtually broke into a sweat, digesting the sordid details. I enjoyed his reaction. Witnessing that vulnerable side to his otherwise cast-iron demeanor was both refreshing and titillating.
Unfortunately, the last paragraph delivered the only salvageable clue.
"Thank you for this gorgeous apartment, darling," it imparted. "The view of the lake is breathtaking. The location is convenient, too. I'm off Michigan Avenue, and therefore, near the best stores. Now we can be together as often as you would like. Presume that I will always be waiting here to make you happy.
Love, Debbie."
"Was there an envelope?" I asked. My breasts delicately grazed him. "It's possible she included a return address."
Mike weathered the sparks I dealt him. Rather than meet my gaze, he thumbed the worn enclosure. Only "Tom" was inscribed on its front. "I could run a check on the rental units. Tom, no doubt, is handling that expense. He may have the lease in his name for a business deduction."
My eyes rested on him. I sensed his uneasiness. Debbie's letter maddened him. She wrote with the intention of inflaming the reader. My breathing down his back while he-ingested that rousing narrative penetrated his armor. My deliberate bumping-likely heightened the problem. I wondered if he envisioned me in those situations.
"We'll use the computer," he mentioned. "I can get instant access to that data."
Saying nothing, I moved closer. My tits pressed against him. I fed him my hungry vibrations. I shook with need.
Those brown-colored pupils gradually sought mine. I devoured their intensity. Mike could not conceal his desire. Whether it was wrong or not, he dodged the issue. His lust was self-explanatory.
Things began to gel. I comprehended the basis for Mike's retirement. He had no control over his sexual urge the previous night and was embarrassed to have subjected me to it. I, conversely, adored his bestial side. I relished building his lust until it exploded. He was loathe to admit my effectiveness in pleasing him, given our awkward relationship.
I brought his hand to my lips. Mike made no attempt to stop me. I kissed each of his fingers, then took his thumb in my mouth. My lips wriggled up and down that extremity, cognizant to his tremble. I sucked it just as I had his cock. My tongue swirled around the nail, then darted to the top.
Mike's detachment ceased. His inner strength deserted him. He pulled me into his arms. His fevered embrace warranted a moan. His tongue entered my mouth, silencing it. Pressed together, we passionately kissed. I quivered in his grasp, suspecting that should it abruptly end, I would have fallen.
Those powerful hands closed over my tits. He stroked my protruding nipples, which stiffened at his exuberant rotation. He unbuttoned me, then aligned those pink nuggets. His mouth surrounded them. His suck elicited my gasps.
"Yes," I whimpered, elevating them. "Oh, God. Yes."
Mike did not spend an exorbitant amount of time on them. Something else drew his appetite. He sank to his knees. His drool coursed down my boobs while he unsnapped my shorts. I quaked in my heels. He fanned hot air over my susceptible crotch. I gripped the edge of the desk, recognizing what was underway.
Nothing could have prepared me for that tongue, nor its staggering delivery.
He yanked my panties over my hips. My pubes rippled from his exhalations. He spread my pussy with his thumbs, then greedily pursued its borders. I moaned as he curled around my pulsing love button. Arching my spine, I leaned into his face.
"Oh, Mike," I sobbed, savoring his loss of control. He urgently slurped me. I enjoyed long, satisfying licking, punctuated by mouthfuls of cunt. He clamped my sodden flaps and sucked. "Ohhhh."
Mike's thirst was unquenchable. He vigorously drank from my loins. His tongue and lips worked in harmony, siphoning my juices. He distorted my vision with his clit-hungry massage. He slashed my enlarged bud with saliva. I loved his brusque style. Steeply aroused, I craved instant gratification-not leisurely development.
I gripped his shoulders while he lapped me. His tip stirred me into a frenzy. He circled my clit, then darted over it. A barrage of fireworks ignited. His mouth, positioned at my snatch, was a galvanizing image.
"Eat me," I hoarsely pleaded, thudding against his chin. "Oh, yes, baby. Eat me."
My nipples were rock-hard, strained with excitement. Briefly, I fondled myself. The resulting electric shocks nourished me.
Below, I watched Mike divide my pink flesh, then investigate its center. His plunge stole my breath. I moaned as he explored my wet pussy. He licked its tremulous walls, then downed the honey he accumulated.
He memorized every luscious nook and cranny. Though lacking the fluency of the woman who ate me the previous day, he nonetheless gave it his all. My clit served as his target. In flicking at it, the chills mounted. Those large thumbs firmly secured my flaps, permitting him unobstructed access.
"Lick me," I sobbed, unable to still my tongue. I needed to fully express myself. "Faster. See how stiff my nipples are? Take your hands and touch them."
Mike obliged. He took ownership of my fleshy globes. I gasped when he tweaked them. An electrical current resulted from his pinch.
"Ohhhh," I whimpered. "Don't stop sucking me. Shove your tongue inside my snatch. Feel my lips against yours." He molded himself to my drenched orifice. He gulped my tart juices. I heard him swallow. "See how open I am for you? Oh, yes." His circular motion increased my bliss. My eyes rolled up. "Lick that clit harder. Don't you dare stop. Taste me. Swallow it."
Mike continued to down my nectar until I could tolerate it no longer. The sight of him between my legs, eating me, was too powerful a stimulant. My love button pulsed madly beneath his dynamic tip. I came against his ravenous clamp.
"God," I yelped, unable to cope with the ferocity of that orgasm. "Ohhhh."
Clasping his head, I pelted him with my groin. I spasmed roughly in his gulping expression. He drained my wet pussy, smothering that pink flesh with his lips. I whimpered when he lashed my sensitive clit. Those abrupt whips mustered hot needles that made relaxation impossible. My hips swiveled around his head as he tormented me.
"Mike," I squeaked as he speared my sore cunthole with his tongue. He scrubbed honey from its quaking walls. Stars flashed before my eyes. "Oh, Mike."
He licked my pleasure-riddled flesh after my contractions subsided. My joy began its steady ascent. He seemed prepared to slurp me to a second climax. Although the prospect thrilled me, I wanted something other than his tongue in my pussy when climax occurred.
Gripping his shoulders, I detached him from my cunt. His eyes looked glassy from having gorged himself. Thin lines of spittle extended from his mouth to my moist lips. I held my arms out to him, silently commanding that he stand.
Comprehending my need to embrace, he got to his feet. I drew him to my warm, wanting flesh. Cupping the back of his head, I kissed him. I tasted my pussy on his tongue. I explored his mouth, gleaning its rich flavor. My tits swelled against his chest. My distended nipples stabbed his shirt. I moved seductively, ferociously arousing him. His large hands spanned my buttocks, dragging me tightly to him. He smashed his hard-on into my mound. Ohhhh. It was like bone. I could feel the climbing heat of his cock.
Mike inched back, gesturing to that imposing bulge. I groped him. Tight blue jean fabric was wrapped around that monster. My brother-in-law was totally swollen, in need of relief, and I was chosen for the job.
Mike took it out. I panted as he released that massive thing from captivity. It emerged from his fly, in search of cunt. I instantly spread my legs for that wide cock and gripped the edge of the desk for support.
Mike steered that plump knob to my sopping entrance. My soaked lips immediately latched onto him. With a groan, Mike lowered himself into my snatch. I sobbed as he settled into my spongy warmth. I clawed the desk. I couldn't watch-the ecstasy was far too intense. Even Mike squinted as he disappeared into that hungry hole. Ohhhh. My pussy sucked him to the root. His dark pubes mingled with my blonde curls. Our groins were flush.
Upon collecting his wits, he started fucking me. I moaned as that cock slid in and out, rubbing my slick walls. Those coffee-colored pupils peered at me. I welcomed their fixity of purpose.
Holding my thighs apart, he dove into me. His balls slapped my satin flesh. He sawed through my pussy, agitating me with hot friction. I groaned from his enormous diameter. Not only did he stretch me to the limit, but consistently met my clit. At that angle, I was sure to cum fast.
"Give it to me," I pleaded, swinging myself to that stiff dick. I tightened myself for his benefit. I gave him a snug pussy to fuck. "Ohhhh. Oh, yes. That's where it belongs: in my cunt. Don't hold back. Fuck me hard."
Mike said nothing. He merely gasped while my pussy crushed him. Be had me wedged to the desk, receiving his savage thrusts. That cock jerked wildly in my snatch, energetically massaging it. He buried that thing in my slick muff, then pulled back to hear my lips pucker. Before I had a chance to recover, he charged into me.
His blue jeans fell to his ankles. I clutched his flexing buns as he pumped me. Handcuffed the night before, he had suppressed my maneuverability. I now had total freedom to roam his muscular contours. I loved Mike's compact frame. When his dick squeezed its way into my cunt, my nails sank into his ass. I couldn't help myself. He felt wonderful, moving through slick tension.
"Shove it in me," I sobbed. "As deep as it will go."
Mike swung through my sodden lips. My pussy fully absorbed him. He groaned from my hot, greasy fit. Layers of squish captured his dick. He sawed through my juicy cunt, savoring their cover. The skin of his cock bunched before he worked through that gap. His ample width stroked my insides, increasing my fulfillment. He reached to his physical extent, then withdrew all but his bloated crown. On the receiving end, he felt huge. My head lobbed to the side. I temporarily lost my equilibrium.
"I'm going to cum," I said, seconds before its occurrence. My hips gyrated. My pussy gobbled every bit of cock it could. My moist, clinging lips tugged at his erect member, urging him to follow. Our groins bounced together, producing clamorous sounds. "I'm so close. Oh, Mike. Keep going."
He pumped me more roughly. I could feel the orgasm building inside him. His tremors were identifiable. The blank departure of his eyes was another sign. He reflected brutal urgency.
"Yeah," Mike muttered under his breath. He jammed himself into my slippery hole, feeding it meat.
That stiff cock fucked me, hard and sure. My toes curled from each lunge. I sensed the mounting steam behind its push. Ohhhh. That part worked independently from the rest of him. It demanded my surrender. I had exhausted its patience.
My clit had enjoyed his grinding member through all that fierce stroking. He heatedly rubbed himself to it, escalating the conflict. My jaw dropped. Spasming was inescapable. I creamed while he stuffed himself to the balls.
"Ohhhh," I sobbed, crying out in his face. "Ohhhh. Ohhhh. Oh, Mike."
The contractions were so brutal, I nearly lost consciousness. My pussy shrank around his dick, rhythmically squeezing it.
My brother-in-law's features reddened. I could tell he was at the brink of eruption. I pulled away just in time. He squirted on my stomach and crotch. Hot jism sprinkled my skin.
Without skipping a beat, I took his cock in my fist. I manipulated it, pinching its last drops of white goo. Those creamy pearls dripped onto my extended tongue.
"Mmmmm," I purred, swirling them in my mouth.
Gasping for air, Mike watched me handle his cock. He remained at full extension, without a hint of softening. I could tell he needed another round to satisfy the savage beast in him.
I was beginning to form an addiction to that delicious man.
CHAPTER SIX
We ended up in my party-size Jacuzzi. Mike didn't think my suggestion wise, yet went along with it. He was too woozy from sex to argue with me. He had only begun to accept the feverish lust we enjoyed. Our mutual desire was a reality. I poured strawberry-scented bubble bath into the water. The warm jet streams and that heavenly fragrance kept our passion alive.
I stepped into the perfumed froth, leading him by hand. We left our clothes in a heap. He dwelled on my nudity, tracking my extraordinary curves. My sumptuous ass was bared for his intimate inspection. He all but licked his lips. I was completely his, and he knew it.
With respect to my defiled home, I shelved my concern. I elected to worry about it afterward. Nothing rivaled having Mike at my erotic disposal.
Standing in the center of the Jacuzzi, we embraced. My tits rose against his heavily matted chest. Our mouths came together and our tongues met. His hands swept up and down my spine, distributing tingles. I loved his manly grain.
"This is insane," he whispered. "We just fucked twice, and I feel as though I could go again. My body keeps telling me it needs more."
"We're hungry," I explained. "Don't search for logic beyond that point."
"What is it about you that drives me wild, Pamela?"
I writhed against him. "Sexual compatibility. A fierce chemical reaction. Why hazard a guess? Let it suffice that we can make the earth move." I kissed his throat, dispensing a tiny suck.
He immediately shivered. "Jesus."
I scooped foam from the water's surface and lathered Mike's dense forest. His heart hammered beneath my palm. I wandered down his chest, over his abdomen's narrowing stripe of hair, then into his pubic thatch. Suds dribbled over his cock and balls. His bloated shaft stood at attention, stretched toward me. I retrieved more froth, dousing that upright member. Its pulsations intoxicated me.
"Your touch is like fire," he whispered. His were eyes shut, his lips barely moving. "Christ. It awakens my every cell."
The bubbles popped over his taut skin. I wove back and forth, distributing an additional wave. He was stretched to his zenith, wholly extended. I couldn't have worked another centimeter from that hard dick. Mike wildly responded to my sliding fist. Gazing at it, I thought about how excellent it felt when in my pussy.
"This belongs to me," I murmured, pulling on him. "It's mine."
Mike refrained from negating my assertion. His smile leisurely took shape. He evoked pleased gasps. Satisfied by my soapy lubrication, he merely stood his ground. I preserved his erect state.
I had him under my spell. Mike's prejudice deserted him. I ceased being the calculating bitch married to his brother, but rather a bewitching siren. I had no wish to release him from my seductive control.
Minutes later, my grip loosened. I turned, proffering my ass. It curved toward him in temptation. I deposited my big tits on the ledge of the Jacuzzi, then gave them a squeeze. My nipples jutted through my fingers. I spread my sleek legs and mewled.
Mike positioned himself for entry. That thick cock opened me from behind. He descended my tender passage, occupying considerable space. I moaned while absorbing that thick monster.
"Oh, Pamela," he gasped in my ear. He groaned my name while plunging into my hungry snatch. His hand went over my mound, his fingers pressing. He dragged me back until his pubes and balls were smashed to my buns. His plump base enlarged my hole.
My lips rounded and my breathing harshened. I steered myself to that rigid mass until impaled. The friction was marvelous. He rubbed the innermost part of me. Ohhhh. He clasped my tits while pumping me. His thumbs stirred my rock-hard nipples. Although coarse in texture, those pivoting tips engendered sparks.
The water cushioned his strokes. He went in slowly, deriving guttural pleasure from my spongy cunt. I heard his prolonged groan as he jammed me. I involuntarily tightened around his dick. My pussy muscles had him in a vise.
"Jesus, does that thing squeeze," he declared, settling into my hot fissure. He dunked his cock into my juicy warmth. He twisted in my split muff, clearly achieving bliss, then nearly yanked himself from my slick clutches. Turning, I saw his happiness register. "Oh, yeah," he grunted, reflecting joy. "Oh, Pamela."
I loved hearing him utter my name at the height of ecstasy. The urgent press of his hands, accentuated by his broad spearing, forwarded me to heaven. I raked my nails over the ceramic tiles while receiving him. Ohhhh. I snagged that immense cock when rebounding. Mike's muffled groan was music to my ears. My buns inched backward, capturing him whole. I ground myself to his ample base until the stars twinkled before my eyes. Receiving that much of him exacted its toll. I slipped away, huffing and puffing.
He boned me like he owned me. That dick slid in and out of my pussy, invariably drawing us to pleasure. I couldn't handle another stroke. Having that flourishing part of him trapped between my legs excited me. Stormily, I shook against him. He succeeded in making me cum. Savage contractions seized me without warning.
"Oh, Mike," I whimpered, contorting.
His hands enveloped my vibrant nipples. His mouth came down on my throat, bestowing me hot kisses. I squirmed against his furry chest, my vision distorting. My pussy constricted around his cock, applying its luscious seal. I savored that delicious rush.
Mike chose not to cum. Upon my recovering, he retreated from my pussy. His dick emerged swollen, dripping with my womanly excess. It jutted thickly, ready for another bout. Undiluted lust kept him swollen.
"Do you still believe what we've done is wrong?" I softly asked. "Are you sorry you surrendered to your natural impulses?"
He merely stared at me. Those coffee-colored pupils projected sexual heat. I recognized his raw desire. Mike could never successfully mask his emotions.
I perched myself on my elbows, fanning my ass for his individual benefit. My shapely buttocks visually diverted him. He drank in its lush symmetry. "Did Tom request that you track me down, or did you alone decide that?"
"He asked for nothing, yet seemed disoriented. I suspected the entire incident left him unhinged. I thought it best to find you myself."
"Was he worried about me, or the money?"
"It appeared the missing money created an enormous problem."
"Surely we had a sufficient balance in the account to cover the deficit."
Mike shook his head. "Apparently, he systematically siphoned your personal funds for other purposes."
My eyes widened. "Are you suggesting that we're broke?"
"Tom wasn't definite."
"Great," I sighed. "I suppose the bill collectors defiled my home. Had you leveled with me in the first place, I wouldn't have voluntarily pledged my cooperation."
His features darkened. "Don't you consider finding my brother important?"
I comprehended the edge in his voice. My nonchalance rankled Mike. At that moment, my reversed fortunes were immaterial. I didn't want to forfeit the erotic energy I had generated with my brother-in-law.
"That's absurd. As you've explained, he's still my husband." I shifted in the swirling foam, modeling my ass for him. His eyes gravitated to it. The hunger was etched in his expression. The seed was planted. "I'll bet you'd like to fuck it," I whispered.
He could not avert his gaze. My ass held him captive. I moved it slowly, heightening its appeal.
"Have you ever done it before?"
His Adam's apple fluttered. "Sure."
"Go ahead," I ordered, stretching my legs. "I want you to."
"What?" he croaked, as though questioning his hearing.
I spoke in a low, beguiling fashion. "Your dick is wet-lubed with soap and fuck juice. You'll slide right in. Do me that way, baby. Put it in my rear. I want backdoor service."
My swaying buns hypnotized him. He couldn't ignore their call. Mike arranged himself at my crack, then pressed his bulbous head into my anus. He pushed. My lips rounded as he introduced that monster to my rectum.
"Oh, yeah," I moaned, slowly receiving him. "More. Give me more."
"Does it hurt?"
I neglected to answer. The heat of his cock was immediate. Its pulsations were strong, smothered by my butt flesh. I drove toward it, increasing my intake. Nearing the end of our connection, we both gasped.
"Jesus, Pamela," he muttered, as though disbelieving where he was. He protruded from my expanded anus. His pubes tickled me. His balls bumped my pussy lips.
I had no business putting something that fat in my ass. Its awesome dimension wrenched my butt hole. Oh, God. I feared blacking out for a second. My equilibrium adjusted. Normalcy somewhat returned.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Sure, baby," I purred, disregarding the initial ache. My ass had never had so much man packed in it. The thought of containing Mike in his erect glory banished the unpleasant. I rocked my hips, taking him in small increments. I enlarged my consumption, thrust upon thrust, until his balls whacked me. That thing dug into me, seeking my bottom.
"That feels so good," he gasped.
"It sure does."
He separated my ass cheeks to better view his ingress. His thumbs pinioned my curves while he watched. I could feel the laser intensity of his stare. Witnessing something that huge work its way into my tiny hole obviously excited him. He violently throbbed in my rectum. I could feel how the pleasure ran riot through his system. "Ahhhh. It fits so nice."
"Don't stop," I squeaked when his wide foundation stretched my rim. "Ohhhh. Fuck me, Mike. Bury your cock in my ass." I offered that thing no resistance. It sank into me without conflict. I accepted its size and power.
Mike fed it to me in modest degrees, concerned by my heightened squeals. His shaft eased from my sucking embrace before drilling into my pulsing center. He dispelled stale air through gritted teeth.
My encounter with that anus-splitting beast wasn't quite the ordeal he assumed. I loved how it dominated my senses. I swerved back, wholly absorbing that cock. My ass wiggled against those taut balls and pubic nest. His throbbing bulk tested the limits of my snug rectum.
"Oh, yeah," I moaned, gripping that wide shaft with my ass-hole. "Ohhhh."
Sweat cropped at Mike's brow. He could barely handle my anal caresses. My butt hole plucked at his tense skin. Each jerk furthered his bliss. Even watching his dick get swallowed by my ravenous buns gave him a savage incentive. He stared at his protruding section in my hot receptacle. He briskly fucked my compact cheeks. His balls pummeled my backside. My ass bounced off his groin, then returned for another serving of that hard dick. "Oh, Pamela," came his strained tone, "I think I'm gonna jizz."
From his escalated hoarseness, I concluded that my ass-hole challenged his staying power. "Don't fight it, baby," I whimpered, compressing him. "Let it happen. Do it now."
Mike pleaded no contest to my crushing anus. He clasped my quivering buttocks, then gushed. Hot cum jetted into my bowels. I moaned from his deluge. Ohhhh. The amount he discharged amazed me. I thought I had drained the man, yet he manufactured a large dose.
"Oh, God," I sobbed as he creamed in my dark channel. His fingertips pressed into my soft flesh.
Mike yanked himself from my cum-saturated rectum. Hot jism spilled down my crack. My anal walls trembled from his imposing width. Massaging my mound, I suffered from the void he formed. Ohhhh. My rectum ached from his visit.
I took his dick in hand and stroked it. The tiny slit at the top opened, emitting more white stuff. Up and down my fist traveled, freeing the remnant goo. It dripped from his scarlet knob.
Mike cast his head back, letting out an anguished cry.
I milked the last of it from his cock. Mike breathlessly deposited what existed onto my tongue. I gulped those final pearls.
He collapsed against me. I welcomed the clasp of those muscular arms, the affection of those lips. He nibbled on my throat while pulling his wits together. My butt hole sustained an irritation. I nevertheless felt compensated for the sacrifice taken in letting him into my ass.
After toweling ourselves dry, we entered the bedroom. I was reminded of the destruction that had occurred. Tom was still missing, his whereabouts a mystery. I winced at the sight of the debris. Those magical moments spent with Mike didn't completely erase that violation.
"When do we notify the police?" I asked.
"It'll slow us down. Take it from one who knows." He gave me a wink.
I was about to tenderly elbow him in the ribs when I noticed the blinking light. The numerals on my answering machine enlightened me of fifteen messages. "Perhaps there are some unexplored clues." I depressed the button to retrieve each recording.
Mike and I listened to what amounted to mental pabulum. Gossip, nonsense, invitations to affairs I cared nothing about poured from the speaker. Few callers left anything of substance. One, however, presented something illuminating.
"This is Precision Auto calling for Mr. Kimak. Your Jaguar is ready for pickup. We tuned it up, per your instructions."
"Let's go," I said. "It's the best lead we have."
Mike shrugged. "What's significant about that?"
I anchored a hand on my hip. "For a cop, you sure are dumb. If he dropped off his car, he had to arrange a ride afterward. Perhaps somebody remembers something."
CHAPTER SEVEN
The cashier and owner of Precision Auto contributed nothing of value with respect to finding Tom. Neither could remember anything exceptional about his setting foot in their garage. From Mike's worn look, I gathered they were either unwilling to cooperate or simply had no recollection of the event.
"We get a hundred-maybe two-cars per day," the owner remarked. "It's impossible to recall a single customer."
"How many bring Jaguars in for transmission work?"
The owner shrugged.
"What of the woman who accompanied him?" he bluffed without skipping a beat. "Tell me about her. I understand she was quite a knockout."
Their ignorance confounded Mike. They were allegedly clueless about the incident. The owner, however, thought to summon the backup cashier by phone. Unable to establish the exact date he brought the car in for repairs, he concluded that the other might be of some assistance.
I received the impression he would be of no use. I peered through the window connecting the office with the garage. Several mechanics were involved in various phases of repair. Gut instinct told me who was approachable. The young grease monkey, probably on his first job, seemed eager to please his employer. I placed my chips on him.
I slipped away, unnoticed. Mike flipped through their records while the owner tried alternate phone numbers. The cashier attended other customers. The coast was presumably clear.
I made my approach as inconspicuously as possible. Naturally, I was dressed in a short skirt with a low-cut blouse. My tits virtually hung out. My high heels clicked on the pavement. The crew, at regular intervals, glanced over their shoulders. The dreamy looks I amassed stroked my ego. I smirked, waving them off. That young pup was my target. I sensed their mounting envy of him.
"Excuse me," I addressed him in my sexiest voice, "but could you tell me who worked on that shiny red Jaguar?"
He seemed flattered to have been asked. "Fred. The guy over there." He courteously pointed him out for me.
I gave that dude a wink. "Thanks."
From a distance, Fred appeared to be a renegade. Tall, sandy-haired with amber-colored eyes, he instilled the notion of being difficult. I sensed a rugged strength about him along with a penchant for fast women and cold brew. His lanky form seemed indistinguishable in a mechanic's suit. He glared at me, as though unwilling to chat.
Tom's Jaguar gleamed. The garage must have had it polished upon completing its readjustments. "Did you happen to work on that car?" I asked, using the same lyrical tone.
He glanced at it, then nodded.
My high heels made their seductive click on the cement floor. By design, I bent over to examine the gleaming finish of the hood. I suspected that Fred jumped at the opportunity to check out my ass. I glanced inside, ascertaining that it was indeed Tom's prized possession. A square of white caught my eye. I opened the door and retrieved a business card. Without reading it, I slipped it into my pocket, then quietly closed the door.
Fred never left my side. He wasn't a conversationalist. I was prepared to use my feminine wiles to extract any obtainable information.
I leaned toward him and lowered my voice to a conspiratorial level. "Can we talk."
"I'm on duty."
"That's okay," I lied. "I cleared it with your boss. He assured me you would have a moment to share your observations. Where can we speak privately?"
"In there, I suppose." He gestured to a small room lined with shelves containing various auto parts. "Make it quick, lady. I'm on the clock."
"I don't mean to cause a disturbance," I said, sashaying in front of him. He-likely believed I was going to make a play for him. Though more concerned about obtaining an eyewitness account, I didn't eliminate the possibility from my mind. The man probably expected compensation for his time and knowledge.
Fred shuffled along, as though patiently humoring me. He seemed oblivious to his coworkers' pangs of jealousy. I perceived his resentment, or at the very least, a reluctance to cooperate. He wasn't, by any stretch, a pleasant individual. Arrogance was largely incorporated in his style.
I shut the door behind us. Fred leaned against the wall, fixing me with those amber-shaded pupils. He made no apologies for staring at my sumptuous cleavage. "Okay," he said, folding his arms, "let's make this quick. I've got six transmissions to complete before the end of the day."
"Did you meet the owner of that car?" He got cocky with me. "What if I did."
"He's my husband."
He grinned. It was my first glimpse of an emotion other than sourness. "And I suppose that chick was his secretary, huh? Lucky man."
My lips curved. "Ah. I take it you met Debbie."
"You know about her?"
"Enough," I lied. "Did they arrive together?"
Fred wiped the smirk from his face. "Hey, don't get me involved. If your husband is fucking around, it's none of my business. Why don't you hire a private investigator? You look like you could afford it."
"I could really use your help," I pressed, attempting to coax him with a smile. I hinted at a willingness to show my appreciation. My tits expanded within the confines of my blouse, promising unimagined delights.
He shook his head. "Sorry, doll. No can do."
Fred kidded himself if he assumed that I would simply drop the matter. I was prepared to go the limit in solving the mystery. Not only would I uncover the truth about Tom, but I'd please Mike. The latter seemed a more worthy pursuit.
I would have done anything for that man. I smoothed a hand over Fred's chest. "Did you know you're an attractive man?" Gradually, I explored lower territory. "In fact, you're downright appetizing."
Fred's jaw clenched. He gave no indication my advances were permissible. His prevailing silence translated into approval for my purposes.
I encountered solid muscle in my southbound journey. Either Fred was a natural athlete, or adhered to religious conditioning. Clasping the metal tag of his zipper, I slowly lowered it. Tanned, muscled flesh met my initial gaze. I further unlocked the metal teeth, hungry for an expanded view. My investigation revealed a powerful chest, marvelously defined, and an abdomen of superb network. The more I saw, the hungrier I got.
"Wow," I whispered, amazed at his nakedness beneath his uniform. "You ought to become a male stripper. I'm sure the women would snatch you up."
"What is it you want?" he growled behind clenched teeth. His fists were balled at his sides. "You didn't drag me in here for a quickie."
"That exists in the realm of possibility," I said, letting out my tongue. I slurped his smooth breast, then circled his nipple.
He flinched at my saliva application. His lips pulled back over white teeth. I listened to his sharp intake as I licked that hardened bud. Scanning his briefs, I peeked at what was in store for me. He popped a hard-on. I silently gasped at how much I was about to get. The man was a veritable horse.
I dipped into his briefs to retrieve his large cock. Commensurate with his height, it dwarfed my fist. Fred had a killer piece of equipment. I couldn't imagine having it inside me.
"You'd go this far for information?" he muttered, visibly stunned by my feathery touch.
I pulled on him. His cock moved through my fist. Fred was in delicious agony. I slid over the countless veins, alert to his dulled pupils. His mouth dropped open. He evoked a guttural sigh.
"You're going to tell me everything you know," I said, massaging him. "Don't spare a single detail."
Fred was in no shape to refuse me. In my hand rested his most treasured belonging. I wondered how many women had experienced its power. Fred didn't appear remotely shy about using it.
"As you were saying," I purred, fondling his unbendable cock. Fred was irrefutably hard, swollen to the extreme. He boasted a monstrous length. "My husband was with Debbie.
Describe her to me."
"I thought you knew her."
"I lied." I discerned his wild beat. His dick throbbed in my clasp. "Paint her from a man's perspective."
Fred roughly swallowed. The friction I engendered made speech difficult. He managed to invoke a picture of Debbie and convey it. "She's a gorgeous redhead, about your height. Big tits, nice ass, tiny waist. Sexy voice. Dazzling green eyes. Long legs-like yours."
I smiled. "Makes you wonder why he shopped around, eh?"
Fred studied my splendid cleavage when assenting. His mouth seemed to water at my rounded globes. I'm sure he would have liked nothing better than to bury his face in them.
"Did they arrive together, or did she pick him up?"
"Picked him up," he responded in a monotone fashion.
"Do you remember her car?"
"Sure do." My thumb went over the jutting rim of his cockhead. A bead of cum emerged at my provocation. His Adam's apple rippled when I flicked it. "A white Mercedes. Convertible."
Fred almost went mad, subjected to my tormenting inquisition. His cock burned in my grip. I could feel its heat climb against my sweaty palm.
"My husband routinely frequents this garage. Have you seen him and this woman prior to that day?"
Fred merely nodded. My grope excited him far too much.
"Debbie was usually with him?"
Fred trembled. "How about a few licks?"
I wasn't entirely inhuman in briefing him. Fred badly needed some measure of relief. I slithered around his cum slit, then slurped that gooey seepage. That salty residue instantly melted on my tongue.
Groaning, he sucked in air through his teeth. "More. Please. Lick it all over."
"Keep talking," I vowed, "and I'll drive you out of your mind."
"I saw her here with your husband only once," he mentioned, leaning into my face. Shaking, he sought my bubbly moisture. I bestowed him the barest amount, if only to maintain the stream of facts. Fred was willing to divulge particulars, providing I kept his dick wet. "Usually, she arrives with Mr. Majerski."
"Mr. Majerski, eh?" I traced the heavy vein that spanned his cock. "Is he a regular customer?"
"Sure is." Fred groaned, then tried to seize my head. He jerked his hips. "Put it in your mouth."
"Not yet." To counteract his surge of rebelliousness, I extended some alleviating slurps to his balls. My tongue slathered that taut skin.
"Oh, Christ," he muttered, defeated by that frothy development. "You give great head."
"You'll get some if you cooperate." I watched that hunky mechanic respond to my agonizing whips. "Who is Mr. Majerski?"
"I don't know. Some big shot who sporadically brings in a black Porsche. I usually work on it. The other guys are afraid to touch it. The man's fussy about the way it's handled."
Resting at that juncture, I pondered that statement. My wriggling tip left his saliva-drenched cock. I was somewhat confused. "Is Debbie his girl?"
"I never asked," he groaned. Fred was clearly unhappy with my sudden detachment. "I figured she was, until I saw her with your husband. Trust me, I never put my nose where it doesn't belong-particularly in marital disputes. You stay employed longer." He cupped the back of my head and tried guiding me to his suffering member. "Come on, baby. Finish."
He jabbed that monster in my face. His expectation was that I would swallow it. He powerfully tempted me. I liked working on huge men; they were such a challenge.
Besides, I rationalized, I couldn't very well leave him in a frustrated state. It would have been a heartless and unconscionable act.
I opened my mouth and accepted his plump cap. My lips rolled over its prominent border and my tongue circled his cum shoot before weaving my initial suck. Fred gasped as I drew upon him. I increased my intake, delivering on my promise. His male essence dominated my taste buds. Leaning against the wall, he barely muffled his groans. His thighs shook around my bobbing head.
"Oh yeah," he muttered, tracking my progress through slitted eyes. "Get it all in your mouth. Take me down that sweet throat. Let's see how much you swallow. I know I'm big, but try to handle it."
He stuffed me with cock. I couldn't talk with that beast plugging my face. At that instant, however, getting him to shoot was my objective. I had to get him off before Mike investigated. Catching me with some guy's dick in my mouth wouldn't have looked cool.
My lips inched down his stiff member, absorbing it in a fit of gasps and saliva. I lubricated him before gulping it. Fred's thing hit my roof, then swerved into my throat. His shaft eventually descended into my hot vacuum. His balls relaxed on my chin.
"I love receiving deep-throat," Fred declared. "Not many chicks can handle me." He closed his eyes and savored the thrill. "My dick feels great in there."
My lips reversed direction, winding to the top. I caressed his major vein with my lips and tongue. Fred answered my stunt with a mounting throb. Back and forth I went, gobbling him to the quick, then retracting. His chills and groans heightened as I took subsequent mouthfuls. I fondled his taut sac with my thumbs. His skin had a velvet consistency.
"Work on it, baby," he ordered, fucking my mouth. His balls slapped my face. The air went out of him as he speared the ring I formed. "Keep my dick wet."
"Mmmmmmmm," I hummed against that ferociously beating cock. Tightening my lips, I stifled the force of each thrust. Mike gyrated his hips, feeding me his monster shaft. He looked positively feral while I gorged myself. "Mmmmm."
His fists clenched and loosened. His shaking intensified. I could feel his joy spike. My snake-like tip expedited his gratification. His cheeks flared with color. His eyes moistened and grew dull.
"I want you to swallow my cum," he said, seconds before exploding. "I want you to eat it."
He muffled my agreement with each succeeding jab. I awaited his inundating gush.
Fred's eyes shut and his teeth clenched. An animal growl echoed through the room. "Arghh. Arghh."
His cumhole widened and a heavy torrent erupted. He hotly squirted on my tongue. I cupped his flexing buns while he fully discharged himself. His jism filled my cheeks, swirling around his spurting cock, before I downed it. I savored each gulp of his rich ejaculate.
After creaming in my face, Fred removed his dick. Sighing, he slumped against the wall and tried to regain his composure. He seemed unable to recapture his focus.
My fingers curled around his solid shaft. I extracted the last of his white stuff from the tip with an expert twist. Fred groaned as the excess dripped from his angry head before my tongue retrieved it. I immediately dispatched it.
"Christ," he muttered, trembling from my flickering whips. "Ahhhh."
I rejoined Mike just as he got off the phone with the other cashier. As I predicted, he drew a blank.
"Where were you?" he asked as we walked to his car. "I saw you talking to that mechanic."
"Performing my own investigation." He grinned. "You got him to talk, right?"
"He gave us a lead." I remembered the business card I found on the floor of Tom's car. Upon slipping it from my pocket, I let out a start. It read: Alan Majerski, Attorney at Law, with an address and phone number. The puzzle pieces began to fall into place. "I suggest we pay a visit to my husband's lawyer."
"Why?"
"I have a feeling he's responsible for Tom's disappearance."
CHAPTER EIGHT
"I have no idea what happened to your husband," Allan Majerski claimed. "We had an appointment more than a week ago, for which your husband never showed."
"What were you to discuss?" I asked, boldly flirting with the handsome lawyer. My mouthwatering cleavage attracted his eye. Prior to entering his office, I undid an extra button. My tits all but spilled from captivity. He couldn't help stealing glances at them. "Divorce, perhaps?"
Al Majerski fixed me with a smile. "What makes you think that, Mrs. Kimak? A man would be insane to walk away from such a beautiful woman."
I leaned toward him. My nipples, bulging through my blouse like miniature bullets, were not lost upon Al. "He's neglected me for some time. Frankly, I hoped that was ultimately his mission. I want to be free of him."
Majerski grinned. He seemed delighted with my wish to shed my spouse, in addition to the prospect of my availability. Had we been alone, I'm sure we would have ended on his sofa in a tangle of arms and eager tongues. "We didn't cover the issue during his phone call, but I gathered that wasn't the reason."
Mike frowned. He wasn't keen about our cozy exchange. I had masked my means of extracting the information from the mechanic. Had Mike known about the blow job, he would have been absolutely pissed. I might have built an argument around the benefit of exercising one's feminine wiles, but I doubted Mike would buy it.
"Nevertheless, Mr. Majerski-"
"Please, call me Al. I insist." He flashed me a smile.
"Very well," I said, drawing my breath. "Al, what were my husband's intentions?"
"He never said. The entire matter was to be explored at length right here. Unfortunately, he never appeared."
I judged Al Majerski with an astute eye. He was a handsome man with dark brown hair, slicked back, a cultured mustache and a scrubbed face. He was roughly thirty years old. I assumed he had only recently begun to practice law-his certificate looked fresh in its frame on the wall. Tall, lean, possibly athletic-those observations were also factored into my evaluation. I tried to imagine him in bed, and liked what I saw.
I had been vague about our seeing Al Majerski and his affiliation with Debbie. I accounted for my conclusions as a hunch, not an outright confession. I had to be original when explaining my acquisition of that groundbreaking news. Mike would not have approved of my methods.
At any rate, Debbie was connected to that clean-shaven lawyer and my husband. I was positive her role had dark connotations. I smelled a scam in the offing.
Altering my tactics was imperative. Forgetting that Mike was at my side, I caressed that good-looking attorney's upper arm. "Hmmmm. Do you work out, Al? You seem extraordinarily healthy." My tone intentionally held suggestion.
He laughed. "My building has a gym. It's very convenient for a bachelor like me in several ways."
"Oh?" Illusions of him hitting on gorgeous creatures in tights and leotards danced through my head. Al seemed more the player than ever. "It sounds wonderful."
"Perhaps you'd like to come by and see for yourself."
I brightened. "I just might do that. When."
"This evening?"
"That fits perfectly into my schedule. Jo down your number and I'll phone prior to my arriving."
Al turned to Mike, who had remained mute during most of our stay. "Will you be joining us?"
Before he could answer, I blurted, "No, my brother-in-law has other plans this evening.' Dismissing him as a mere relative cleared the path for Al. Mike said nothing to contradict my statement.
Relief swept over Al as he scribbled his private number on the back of a fresh business card. "I'll be looking forward to it."
"What's gotten into you?" Mike accused upon returning to my desecrated home. He contained his rage until we stepped over the litter. I sensed a detonation while we were in the car. He was much too calm, and failed to ask me revealing questions.
"I haven't the faintest idea what you're saying."
He seized me by the shoulders. His nostrils flared. Those coffee-colored eyes blazed with hostility. "You practically tossed him some snatch, like a dcock-tease. Why? He's just a legal adviser. What has he to do with my brother's disappearance?"
Mike's strength alarmed me. "Plenty," I said, scrambling for a story that would fly. "He knows Debbie."
"And how did you come by that scoop?"
"The mechanic told me." I regretted disclosing it, but realized it was time to throw my cards on the table.
Mike's expression turned ugly. "Did he volunteer that morsel, or did you have to work for it?"
I feigned shock. "Be serious, will you? Am I the type to pull something that outrageous in a public place?"
"Evaluating your stunt in the John at that service station and in my car, yes."
My excuses no longer held water. It was time to come clean, despite the outcome. "All right. I stepped into a compromising situation. Let's say I used my natural resources to accumulate those needed facts."
My confession did not bode well with Mike. He regarded me with contempt. "You put his dick in your mouth." he hoarsely charged. He spoke above a lump in his throat. "You sucked him."
"What if I did? I got a hell of a lot further than you did monkeying around with the owner and cashier. I made a breakthrough."
"And what of your scheme with Majerski? Are you going to fuck him to get a testimony?"
"If that's what is required," I spat. "Look, I never asked to be dragged into this mess. I would have gladly surrendered the funds I removed from our joint account, and been done with it. You gave me no option. Now that I've been recruited, I'm committed to completing the task."
His warm breath fanned over my face. I sensed his indignation, and his wrestling with it. I wasn't his wife, nor girlfriend. He had no title to me.
He backed me to the wall. His chest expanded. His steel fingers slowly disengaged my wrists. I encouraged his raw study, stroking his jawbone with my thumb.
"Tell me what you know," he quietly demanded.
My soft voice accentuated the moment. Giving him a hard time was the last thing I wished. "Apparently, Debbie is Al Majerski's girlfriend. It's my belief that she and Majerski coerced Tom into stealing that money."
"Debbie is his accomplice?"
I nodded.
Mike swallowed with difficulty. "Is that what the mechanic told you?"
"Though unaware of criminal activity, he's seen them together. That alone establishes collusion in my mind." I sensed his horny vibrations. Having Mike near spurred my hunger. I wanted to rip his clothes off and insist he fuck me. "I should have been candid about our visit to Majerski, but was afraid my suspicions would have affected your behavior. Attorneys of my acquaintance tend to be shrewd people who professionally are capable of dissecting a person's behavior. The less you knew, the better chance we had of gaining something valuable."
"This is my field of work," he murmured, moving closer to my lips. "I've conducted investigations in the past without revealing my hand. Questioning witnesses is rudimentary."
"My mistake," I whispered, then met that sensual mouth.
Unable to check our rising passion, we kissed. His arms flew around me, hotly dragging me to his trembling body. I groaned as his tongue wiggled against my teeth, then probed my mouth. Those powerful hands yielded powerful shivers as they streamed down my backside and embraced my ass. He pulled me to his swollen front, grinding me to that bone-like development. His cock was totally rigid.
"Oh, God, Mike," I sobbed, on fire. I rubbed him with my pussy. "Ohhhh."
He undid my blouse with deft precision. I steered him to my erect nipple. Mike didn't spare a moment in covering it with his mouth. His ferocious suck stole the wind from my lungs.
My head rolled from one side to the other. My pulse jumped. My fingers wove through his hair, navigating his head to my satisfaction.
I streamed over his well-developed chest, recognizing the hammering beat of his heart. I trailed lower and enclosed the appetizing definition of his cock. He bulged hugely from his jeans. I shivered in anticipation.
"You want some of that, don't you?" he muttered in a low, husky voice.
Unable to speak, I simply nodded.
He ripped open his pants and took out his cock. He thumbed the bulbous head, oozing pre-cum before edging toward my snatch. I hiked my dress, then pushed the front panel of my panties aside. Trying to remove them seemed too complicated.
Mike stuck himself into my wet hole. His broad cock pinned back that section of my underwear. The wind left me with that first plunge. I rebounded, my pussy going back for some more. My nails descended his arms, failing to summon even a flinch. Mike grunted, determined to reach bottom. He slid through my contracted walls. My toes curled inside my high heels. That throbbing mass compelled me to moan.
"You're playing with fire, Pamela," he grunted after settling into my wet flesh.
"I know. Please, Mike. Give it to me. I need you inside me. Fuck me, please."
My ass was shoved to the wall, then bounced once he proceeded to pound me into breathless submission. "like that?"
I could barely talk. He sent that stiff cock home at the end of every thrust. My entire lower region felt divided by his hard, pulsing dick. His strong hands spanned my buttocks, dragging me onto that cunt-splitting thing. I met his wide base thrust after thrust. The pleasure was dizzying. Nothing rivaled fucking that hard cock.
He charged through my snatch, gathering momentum. My appetite rose. I fucked him right back, swinging my hips to catch as much of that pleasing dick as I could. He was very filling, very satisfying.
I reached for his flexing buttocks. His jeans dropped as he rammed into me, allowing for the opportunity to fondle his ass. Mike shuddered as I explored him. His features twitched while his eyes took on a vacant quality.
The punishing stroke of his cock could not tame the wild lurch of my hips. He gave me rough, hot sex. I loved having Mike in that fashion. My pussy swallowed him up, trapping that dick for a few seconds, then releasing it with a shiny coat. He slid in and out of my drenched cunt, wildly enjoying himself. Gratified sighs, mixed with a sharp intake or two, related his state of his mind.
"Oh, yeah," he sounded, working his way into my hot squish, then dragging himself out. "So wet, so tight. I love the way your pussy feels."
I made it good for him. I unbuttoned his shirt and exposed my aroused flesh to that wealth of chest hair. I smashed my tits to him, exposing him to my swollen nipples. I rubbed my body to his, inflaming his senses.
Mike dipped under my arm pits and lifted me. The second I was suspended from the floor, nailed to the wall by his crushing weight, he launched into a steady pump. He energetically plowed my snatch. My mouth dropped open and my eyes closed as I absorbed the impact. I felt him saw in and out of my gored pussy lips. My joy was incalculable. He ignited a blaze that seemed inextinguishable. My eyelids fluttered, then closed as I attempted to process the sensations humming through me.
He made me cum fast. I didn't want to be first, but Mike offered no recourse. That wonderful pounding caused me to soar. I felt lightheaded, then numb. Everything came to a breathless halt.
"Ohhhh! Oh, yes!" I cried, losing it. Overtaken by a seizure, I submitted to its strength.
Mike pumped me right through that delicious turbulence. Stroke by stroke, I was conscious of his manly movement. That plodding cock kept my lust alive. Those dark eyes relentlessly pursued me. He remained apprised of my agony during those sapping contractions.
"Get the handcuffs," I said, struggling to reclaim oxygen. "I want to wear them."
A burst of recognition registered on my brother-in-law's face. He remembered our first time, and had a yen to repeat it. His starved look supported that assumption. He seemed ecstatic that I consented to wearing them.
He yanked his cunt-soaked dick out of me. My panties snapped back into place, covering my snatch. I nearly went limp with weakness. The cuffs were in his jacket. I held out my wrists, anxious for their cold embrace. After he manacled me, I whirled around. I wanted him to take me from the rear. He groaned when I presented him my ass.
"Put your cock in me," I whined, hungry for it. I gazed at my subdued wrists. The feel of chilled metal fiercely aroused me. My nipples, moist from his suck, strained with excitement.
Once again, Mike pushed back the hindering partition of my panties, then inserted his dick. My recently fucked lips gave him no resistance. He sank into me with a prolonged groan.
"Jesus," I sobbed, digesting that manly bulk. Our groins came together after a tension-ridden squeeze. It felt as though I captured something of intimidating size.
Mike pumped me, cramming that monster between my gored pussy lips. His rhythm was feverishly urgent. His hands encompassed my waist, delivering me to that cunt-opening mass. His balls slapped my butt. He emphatically buried that big thing in my juicy hole.
"Yes," I cried. He jammed me with cock. I automatically tightened around that probing shaft. He seemed to enjoy the friction. I trembled as he smashed those wiry pubes into my warm crack. "Ohhhh."
Mike descended upon a vulnerable spot on my neck. He planted his mouth and sucked tenderly on my flesh until I nearly screamed. He lavished me with kisses, then drove himself into my cunt.
"I'll do whatever you want, Mike," I said. "Tell me how I can please you."
He couldn't answer. He fucked me with everything he possessed. He sawed in and out of my pussy without stopping-almost to the point of cumming-then assumed a leisurely pace. My cunt lips clung to him, making noisy sounds as they coated him with their sticky juices.
"Fuck me," I moaned, surrendering to him. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me good!"
The handcuffs clinked together. I stared at my bound wrists, then shut my eyes. Becoming Mike's prisoner was the ultimate high. I loved being under his control. When he originally ordered me around, I detested it. That loathing, however, ripened into unquenchable lust.
His dick ground into me, reducing my pussy to squish. All that urgent tugging and yanking influenced me. I could not ignore the enticement of orgasm. Even as I willed him to cum, I was caught up in his sexual fury.
Mike became more aggressive. He separated my legs, then descended farther into my quivering warmth. Hot juice ran down my inner thigh while that dick slid in and out of me. His balls continued with their harsh spanking.
I whimpered in surprise. He went further than I could remember. My eyes rolled up and a throaty moan rose. The pleasure was intense.
My panties were still on. His oncoming cock pushed back the material, then sank into its target. Needless to say, he stretched the fabric. Adjusting to its wideness, I purred. Mike sliced into my wet, wanting cunthole. The thrill, in part, was keeping on my panties during our frantic coupling.
"I want to get in deep, baby," he gasped. "I want to feel the hottest, wettest part of you."
"Yeah," I panted. "Fuck me. Fuck me."
His cock descended into me. His thick diameter spread my pussy to full expansion. With keen interest, he watched his cock disappear. My folds parted, accepting the sum of his manhood. He went on to push, burying himself in that tingling receptacle.
"Ohhhh." I was instantly lost in a delirium, shaking as he submerged every last bit. I hoarsely welcomed him into my juicy chamber. The handcuffs weighed my wrists. They felt heavy, cumbersome-but I refused to consider his taking them off.
The rough hair of his legs scratched the backs of my thighs. His brawny arms, wrapped about my shivering form, were similarly blanketed. I relished their rhythmic contact. Additionally, I continued enduring the brush of his pubes in my crack. Mike had a myriad of coarse surfaces that served to heighten my arousal.
He made me moan with his cock. He shoved his thing into my moist pussy, pumping me good. He buried his face in my nape, gasping. His hands went over my tits. I sobbed as he stroked my erect nipples. His touch was purely electric.
After fondling my ripe nuggets, those hands swept down my abdomen. He circled my navel, then inched toward my pussy. He dipped beneath the border of my panties and combed through my silky curls. Ohhhh. Blindly, he groped for my clit. My teeth closed, then ground together. Air whistled through them. He jiggled me, speeding up my gratification.
"Oh, Mike," I whimpered, overcome with joy. "Don't stop. Finger me. Fuck me."
Mike rapidly jerked in and out of my slippery cunthole, savoring its sweet pull. He groaned at the caress of my greasy lips.
Our groins produced squishy sounds as we joined. His hard dick drilled into my drenched crevice, filling me with its wild pulsations. Our bodies became slick, our sweat pores opening as we fought to maintain the effort. Each thrust brought us closer to orgasm.
Closing my eyes, I drifted toward heaven. Getting fucked, feeling my pussy crease from his hammering cock, was utter fulfillment. I loved how it rubbed against my hot clit. I could have received him for hours and been content.
"It doesn't get better than this," I whispered. "This is the real thing. Oh, Mike. I don't want it to end."
My snatch caught his shifting bulk. I clenched my fists and willed myself to meet Mike's driving shaft. The impact of his hammering cock made me sopping wet. I heard the juicy cover of my lips, moistening him. My pussy gave him an extensive suck. Heatedly, I responded to his pounding dick. I loved how it penetrated me.
Mike gripped my shoulders to improve his aim, then sent his throbbing member home. I buckled against him, groaning aloud at the satisfying collision of cock and pussy. After several resounding smacks, I rocked myself to him. My snatch devoured him to the root.
"You're so tight, Pamela."
"Keep fucking me, baby. Keep fucking my hot pussy. Ohhhh!"
Mike charged into my spongy heat. I was very aware of the fact he would soon be cumming. Fucking like that brought on swift orgasm.
"Let's do it, baby," he muttered, whacking me with his balls. "Let's do it now."
Hot jism jetted into my snatch. He creamed my pussy, saturating it. My cunt was an outlet for that gooey torrent. He emptied himself in me, thrusting and spurting.
His discharge occurred just before I climaxed. I writhed before him, positively numb. My convulsion was powerful and lasting. The weakness so engulfed me, I was near fainting.
We pitched together, savoring those delicious throes. Gratification left us woozy.
After Mike's equilibrium became restored, he eased himself from my pussy. His cock dripped with my scented juices. My panties slid over my furry patch. Within seconds, I saw and felt his cum ooze. A damp spot formed on my undergarment, darkening in color as his jism seeped from my well-fucked hole. My loving brother-in-law had flooded me. Mike left me a hot, sticky remembrance.
Mike slumped beside me, propped by the wall, reclaiming air. His tension was gone, the lines erased from his face. I sensed his tranquility. That placid moment was best for communication. "Al Majerski is going to lead me to Tom. I have a strong hunch he's behind everything. Call it women's intuition. That man is slime." I gazed with affection at him. "You've got to trust me on this one, babe."
"Trust is something earned."
"I plan to earn all of it." I clasped his hand, then kissed it.
Mike did not dispute my claim.
"When we've accomplished our mission," I said, attaining a calm, "when Tom is found and the money returned to its rightful owner, I intend to secure a divorce."
Mike's lips brushed mine.
"I want us to be totally inseparable."
CHAPTER NINE
"You have a gorgeous apartment," I mentioned to Al Majerski upon entering it. It had a bachelor's signature: wood, space and plenty of light. Al invested in all the current toys: a laser disc player with a comprehensive movie collection; a large screen projection television; and an impressive multimedia computer system. The music playing in the background was of the best fidelity I'd ever heard. His furniture looked brand-new and expensive-an exorbitant acquisition from Ethan Allen. Quality was in evidence at every turn. His dispensable income as a practicing attorney boggled the mind. I couldn't imagine the fees, let alone hefty retainers, he commanded.
Al Majerski dressed for the occasion. He must have intercepted my horny vibrations earlier at his office. Gone was the suit, tie and starched shirt. He replaced those items with casual wear. A formfitting sports shirt that highlighted his muscular physique and tapered to a trim waist, plus a pair of blue jeans that emphasized his sturdy thighs accented his sensuality. His unbuttoned top revealed a smooth, defined chest. He was indeed something hard to resist. I repeatedly reminded myself I was on an investigation, not a hot date.
"I thought you used the equipment provided by the building," I said, pointing at an exercise machine that consumed an entire room. It was a large, gleaming affair of metal and leather and seemed designed for sophisticated use. "Why would you choose a public facility when you have convenience?"
His dazzling blue eyes disarmed me. His deep, masculine baritone gave me the shivers. "One needs human interaction, don't you think? Devoting hours to physical fitness can get lonely."
"Granted." Waves of desire assaulted me. If I wasn't sobered by the thought of Mike watching me with a high-powered telescope from the building across from Al's, I might have permitted my naughtiness to show. Al Majerski was quite a hunk-moreover, my weakness was highly visible. Al, I'm sure, recognized my underlying response.
"Make yourself at home," he gestured to the cozy sofa. "I just made a pitcher of martinis."
"Alcohol-before exercise? I thought we were to visit your building's accommodations."
"We'll work up a sweat, I guarantee." He drenched his words with suggestion. He made no pretense of his desire for me. I identified a strong chemical reaction.
I generously contributed to that commotion. The hem of the miniskirt I donned barely covered my crotch. My preference for low-cut blouses met his unspoken approval. The inclusion of spike heels digging into his carpet added to my glamour. I exhibited my body to advantage. My tits, legs, ass were prominently displayed. Al politely concealed his drool. I sensed, however, a savage behind his gentleman's smile. He couldn't take his eyes off me. My blonde hair was draped over my bare shoulders. I had doused myself with a seductive fragrance to enhance my appeal. I strove for a sassy look, and believed I achieved that effect.
After delivering my cocktail, he sat beside me. His thigh brushed mine with distinguishable calculation. He did not try to remotely mask his lust. Those blue eyes searched for some sign of consent. I was too flustered to do anything beyond sipping my drink.
"Permit me to say you are a stunning woman, Pamela," he remarked after digesting my presence. "Your husband was foolish to stray.
"Were you familiar with his philandering?"
"He confided some of his transgressions. I encourage truthfulness when dealing with a client. It's difficult to establish trust when everything isn't disclosed."
Noting the proximity of his thigh, I decided to play his game. Slowly, I crossed my legs. I made quite a ceremony of dropping one shapely thigh over the other. I deliberately grazed him during that enticing arrangement. Electric shocks, however, resulted from that stunt. Al Majerski's limbs, though lank, were marvelously compact. I encountered pure muscle in that frivolous exchange.
Waves of lust assaulted me afresh. I attempted to concentrate on the purpose of my visit. Al, unfortunately, was an appetizing distraction.
He stared at my jutting bosom. My tits swelled from the plunging neckline of my blouse. An alluring scent wafted from my cleft. I had dabbed myself with a French perfume reputed to enslave a man. I prayed its luscious bouquet would do the trick.
His hand dropped to my thigh, his clasp indiscreet. The man was looking to get laid. "Why not continue this conversation in my bedroom? It's far more comfortable, and has an inspiring atmosphere."
I consciously told myself that we were under Mike's scrutiny. Succumbing to Al's charm would have put me in a difficult position. Mike wasn't-likely to understand. "Let's not race," I stammered. "Why not enjoy the art of conversation in the luxury of this spacious room?"
I hardly dampened Al's enthusiasm. "You'll soon find I have excellent oral skills."
The moment arrived in which to launch my inquisition. "Tell me about Debbie."
"Debbie?" he asked, unsuccessful in hiding his shock.
I saw that I touched a nerve. "You know exactly to whom I'm referring. From my understanding, a beautiful, big-breasted redhead with an outstanding bedside manner. She's an acquaintance of yours-perhaps someone you've seen on an intimate basis."
Al's features darkened. "What has she to do with anything?"
"In addition to seeing you, she's been fucking my husband. Apparently, Debbie gets around."
Al grew quiet. I swiftly concluded I had him at a disadvantage. He could not refute my allegation. That false bravado deserted him.
For roughly one minute, that was.
A wide grin slowly took shape. "Forget about Debbie," he murmured, "and your husband. Neither is of any consequence." He moved toward me, rekindling that spark of seduction. His hand crept up my thigh.
I was unprepared for his revised strategy. Al benefited from my vulnerable state. He perceived the depth of my desire, regardless of my hesitation. Mike's surveillance was also a concern. I didn't want him seeing Al climb on top of me. "We simply can't discard the matter."
"Sure, we can."
His mouth went over mine. I shivered from the mustache and tongue. He sucked the air from me while manually exploring the territory under my skirt. He squeezed my jittery mound. My cunt juices involuntarily welled. Ohhhh. Despite the grave nature of our appointment's purpose, I became very excited.
Al's disarming approach blocked Mike's telescope from my mind. I was fairly disoriented. The large picture window placed us on a stage. Mike, no doubt, suffered indigestion over my seduction. Moreover, he probably wrote me off as an incurable tramp.
I cursed my physical attraction to him.
Al slowly relieved me of my top. I made no effort to stop him. His kiss left me woozy. My nipples were rock-hard, screaming for his grope. His gentle, possessive lips played over my silky shoulders. When he reached the peak of one tit and began sucking my nipple, I thought I going to go insane. My eyes closed as he orally gripped me. Roughly, I shuddered against him.
"Oh, God," I wailed, arching my back. Gently, he pushed me into the cluster of pillows. I wrapped my arms around Al's head and pulled his face into the warmth of my cleavage. He seemed to enjoy burying himself in that fleshy hollow. His mustache tickled my sensitive skin. I undulated beneath him. "Ohhhh."
Al did not dwell between my tits for long. Slowly, he lowered his head to my crotch. I could feel the infusion of his excitement as he ran his tongue down my quivering stomach. Again, that hair above his lip provided tremendous thrills.
"You're definitely hot," he muttered. "I can't understand why Tom would look elsewhere for pleasure. I sense complete willingness."
He separated my legs with his hands. I shivered from their nonnegotiable grip. He drew my panties over my hips. My blonde nest emerged. I inhaled my redolent yearning. Smirking, Al poised himself for licking.
Mike's disapproving gaze filtered through the fog. "No," I said. "Don't."
"You're much too uptight, Pamela. I need to relax you." He lowered his face to my pussy.
I made no further attempt to halt him. With a twist of his fingertips, my cunt lips detached. Al's tongue descended into my juicy crevice. I jerked at his initial plunge, then shut my eyes. He wiggled inside its fur-lined borders, sifting the natural sugars of my snatch. His mustache continued to bombard my senses.
"Jesus," I murmured through clenched teeth. My hands framed his face. I didn't want to be eaten.. .and then I did. I elevated my crotch to meet him. I sank into the cushions, enslaved by that tongue. Al was good-too good, in fact. "Oh, yes. More."
"Doesn't that feel good, Pamela?" he asked, between slurps. "Does it make you want to cum?"
He was the devil incarnate. I couldn't resist him, despite Mike's reconnaissance. My brother-in-law-likely stewed at the sight of us. Through my feathery pubes, I watched Al's handsome face and that flash of pink as he speared my cunt. He licked me fast and sure, intent on getting me off.
"Faster," I crooned. "Faster."
Al complied. He greedily drank from my snatch. His attention to my clit electrified me. He relentlessly attacked it, leaving my vocal cords stricken. I writhed on the sofa, unable to escape his delicious wriggle.
"Cum for me, Pamela," he commanded between mouthfuls of cunt. "Cum for me."
The world capsized on me. I spasmed against his sucking lips. That tongue never stopped in its bid to torment. He lapped me right through orgasm, as though unable to quench his thirst. My nectar flowed without cease.
"Ohhhh," I cried out, convulsing. "Oh, God." I balled my fist and ground myself to his face. That orgasm sapped my strength. "Ohhhh. Oh, God."
That was hardly the end of it. Al's appetite hadn't been satisfied. He searched for more, scooping into my climax-ridden pussy. After a few dazing whips, he began rebuilding my need. His speed of accomplishment amazed me. It was as though that orgasm was merely an appetizer for bigger things to come.
Hungrily, he devoured my cunt lips. The searing touch of Al's tongue pushing them apart stole my breath. My eyes burst open and I stared unseeingly at the picture window. In the distance, Mike studied us. Al's rapid tongue movement continually erased that reminder.
"You taste so sweet," he remarked during the course of his lashing. "Mmmmm. Let me drink your nectar, Pamela. I want all you have."
He made his tip pointed and inserted it far into my snatch. I sobbed as he fucked me tediously with his stiffened tongue. My tender membranes screamed. His thumbs pinioned my soft flesh, ignorant of my violent shake. He dove into my snatch, scrubbing its walls.
I moaned, rocking against his face. I threw open my legs to him, allowing him to slice into my hot squish with that snake-like tip. His licking exhilarated me.
"Mmmmm," Al mumbled, cleaning the juices that dribbled from my warm cunt. "Oh, yeah."
Al crammed his tongue into me until his nose touched my clit. Curving his head, he subjected me to that mustache. He lapped my nectar until my throat ached. The pressure of his tip to my juicy innards and the friction to my love button sent an electric current through me.
I remembered how swiftly he made me cum before, bearing down on me until I was too physically depleted to respond. Al was bent on imposing his insatiable appetite on me once again. I couldn't flee that hot, snapping tip as it lashed over my succulent pink flesh and made my clit swell. He seized me by the ass and devoured my spillage until I neared unconsciousness.
"I'm going to cum," I whimpered, unable to contain my gratification. "Ohhhh. Ohhhh."
His mouth remained stationed through those hellish contractions. I thrashed on the sofa, cupping his head. Stars twinkled before my eyes. I feared passing out. Twice, orgasm was fast and intense.
Abruptly, he lifted his face from my snatch. "What would you do to keep receiving this pleasure?"
I gasped for air.
"Would you tell me where the money is?"
I instantly fathomed why he lavished me with such shattering bliss. "So you know about that?"
"Naturally." His breath smelled of cunt. "I want that money. It belongs to me."
"No." I tried marshaling my energies to flee him, but weakness engulfed me. "I won't surrender it to you."
"You will." He gazed at my snatch, moist from his saliva and outpouring joy. "I won't stop until you agreed to hand it over."
I didn't think I could survive another bout with that tongue. The prospect of it thrilling me, however, enfeebled me.
I watched his head bob as he fed upon me, unwilling to relinquish my excited pussy. Once he fastened his mouth to my mound, there was no hope of disengaging it. The flash of tongue and subsequent tickle re-launched that hot, churning sensation. The revolving whips he employed made me arch my back. I could see him lick around the inflamed area, but as he got closer to that protruding bud, he impaired my vision. My love button tingled as he dashed over it. I fell apart at the seams. Al controlled my pleasure with his mouth and limber tongue. Though he was clearly the enemy, I couldn't ignore the burning need in my loins.
I grabbed his head and pelted his face with my snatch. I couldn't handle another teasing second. I aimed for the point of his tongue and drove myself at it. I urged him to eat me until he siphoned my juices. Of course, that was a foolish bid on my part. No sooner did I receive that wildly curling tip that my nectar was quickly replenished. I remained still and had him lick me until I neared cumming.
"I want the money, Pamela," he muttered after gulping my secretions. "Every cent."
Al covered my clit with his mouth and sucked fiercely until I was a quivering wreck. There was no reason to hold back, to prolong the ecstasy that was sure to claim me. I came with his mouth attached to my jerking mound.
"Ohhhh," I cried, arrived there sooner than expected. "Ohhhh. Ohhhh. Oh, God."
I went limp. Al's mouth came to my lips. His mustache was moist, smelling of cunt. I was still shuddering with orgasm when he put his tongue in my mouth. I tasted my juices mixed with his saliva; the combination sent my brain whirring off track.
"Did you leave it at home?" he whispered in my ear.
I had no strength to defy him. He succeeded in draining me of everything I had. I nodded.
His dastardly face broke into a smile. "Good girl. We're going to take a ride there and fetch it. But first, we have some unfinished business."
He unfastened his belt and unzipped himself. A lengthy, rigid cock came out of his pants. I saw how much I was about to get. His size amazed me. Al was truly well-endowed.
"Eating you got me extremely horny," he said. "I'm sure you won't mind if I help myself to a piece of ass."
Those mighty hands gripped my ankles. I slid back on the sofa as he dragged them high, then set them on his shoulders. He sank smoothly into my pussy. My saturated cunt easily absorbed him. Upon submerging himself, he groaned. The smugness was temporarily erased from his expression. I attributed Al's personality change to his burying his thing in hot, spongy cunt. Having explored the inside of my snatch with his tongue, it transparently pleased him to stick his dick in there.
I closed my eyes when his cock slipped in and out of me. Al was bone-stiff. Back and forth he went, setting fire to my loins. I moaned as he crammed my pussy. Absently, I responded by lifting my hips and steering my muff to that driving member.
"A nice, snug box," he remarked, beatifically smiling. His handsome face steadily transformed into a contorted mask. "Oh, yeah. Fuck me, baby. Fuck my meat. Come take it. Ahhhh. Your pussy sure seems to love it. Grab me, baby. Grab me with that wet snatch."
I had nothing to do with that sweet clenching. My snatch seized him with a hunger. The rest of me was too debilitated to try. His balls struck my inner thighs. I moaned each time he went in. Deeply into my warm, juicy center he plunged. Ecstasy developed from his slick movement. I couldn't refute the splendor. Succulent noises reverberated from that sweet friction.
My response to his pumping surprised me. I could feel orgasm building in my agitated loins. Al's uniform strokes kindled a blaze. I gripped those powerful forearms as my fever heightened.
Al stared blankly at me while stuffing me with cock. He was close to giving me that hot, gooey injection. His shaft was inflexible, steeply descending into my cunt.
"I'm going to jizz, baby," he muttered, ramming me. "Oh, yeah. Now. Afow."
My own cries deafened his animalistic growl. My bliss echoed from his walls. I could not begin to contain the satisfaction he served me. My pussy contracted about that warm, spurting cock. I barely felt that furious collection of man fluid as he erupted.
He withdrew from my sticky lips while I violently shuddered. I sighed from that sweet infusion. Al had given me enormous pleasure.
I was shocked, however, when handcuffs clicked around my wrist. Cold metal embraced me before I fully recovered. I opened my eyes as Al clicked the other in place. He addressed me with a cool smile. "I doubt this is the first time you've worn those, baby. Your boyfriend-I mean brother-in-law-probably introduced you to the fun that could be had with them."
His declaration dumbfounded me. "How-"
"I could tell the two of you were fucking the moment you exchanged glances. You're easy to read, baby. An open book, just like your idiot husband." Al shook his head. "He may have gone into hiding, but it doesn't matter. We're going to take a ride to your place, pick up the dough, and then I'll split. Doesn't that sound simple?"
I gazed at the manacles he attached to me. I didn't like his authoritative voice, nor the touch of the chilly iron.
"He's watching us, isn't he?"
The blood drained from my face.
"You've glanced often enough at my picture window to enlighten me of the situation.
Remember, I'm an attorney. We have an innate talent for identifying relationships."
I felt foolish for believing Al gullible. The man was whip-sharp.
"Tom previously mentioned his brother was a cop. I figured we were under surveillance. That's why I sucked your pussy, then fucked you. I wanted him to eat his heart out." His wicked laughter rang.
"You're wrong," I whispered, still lacking vigor. My lie, unfortunately, was transparent.
"I know better than that, baby. I've also thought ahead. When your boyfriend gets here, he's going to receive quite a surprise."
CHAPTER TEN
Al placed tape over my mouth. "You need to keep quiet during your boyfriend's visit. I wouldn't want you raising a commotion. That would surely spoil the fun." He stepped back and took a critical view of his job. "Perfect. I'll stash you in the second bedroom. He ought to be here momentarily. No doubt he saw me handcuff you. That alone should have sent a red alert."
I blinked.
He grinned. "I knew all along you'd been in the sack with your brother-in-law. No wonder you made that sizable cash withdrawal and skipped town. Were you off to some love nest? Huh?"
Incapable of speech, I couldn't disprove his charges. Repudiation was of no value. I had no intention of describing my involvement with Mike. I only prayed he would arrive soon and nail that mother-fucker.
The sound of a key entering a lock signaled us. A gorgeous redhead in a tight-fitting dress strutted into the room with all the arrogance she could muster. Her tits jutted like missiles. Her legs were exquisite. She had on a pair of fuck-me shoes: strapped, high-heeled spikes. The scent of her killer perfume wafted. She regarded me with a sniff. One didn't require a college degree to conclude that that was Debbie.
A smile formed on her sensual lips. Her green eyes glittered. "She came to us. Excellent. That simplifies things."
"I'm going to tuck her into the guest bedroom. Her boyfriend ought to be here any second. Detain him, as only you know how."
Debbie smirked. "If he's anything like his brother, that should prove interesting."
Her vampishness frosted me. I could understand how she mesmerized my husband. She was a tantalizing creature.
Al ignored my disgusted look. "I'll sneak from behind and clobber him," he explained to his shapely accomplice. "We'll go get the money and split."
Debbie nodded.
Al lifted me as though I were feather-light and carried me over his shoulder. I physically ached from the rough sex we'd had. My pussy was incredibly sore, but happy. Some of Al's jism seeped during my transportation. He paid no notice to the creamy ooze. I tumbled over a king-sized bed. My ass bounced on the mattress.
Al left the door ajar, allowing for an extensive crack. He obviously needed to keep tabs on Debbie and Mike. From my position, I had a clear view of the front room.
Al sat beside me and leered. "Let the game begin."
The bell sounded. Debbie went to answer it, swerving her hips to great effect. I presumed she was a professional. I couldn't have possibly copied those complex steps with the same aplomb.
"May I help you?" she purred to my dumbstruck brother-in-law.
She instantly entranced and confused Mike. He plainly expected to barge in on Al, and was confronted by the-likes of Debbie. Her sexiness disarmed him. He couldn't neglect her sensational curves, nor the sexual lilt of her voice.
"Excuse me," he said, reclaiming the power of speech. "I must have the wrong apartment."
Debbie gave him a come-hither smile. "Whom were you looking for?"
"Al Majerski."
"Then you have the right place." She threw back the door. "He'll return momentarily. Please, make yourself comfortable."
Mike seemed perplexed. I could feel him scan the room, searching for evidence of a struggle. Debbie remained relaxed and in charge of the situation. She permitted him complete access.
Al glanced at me. "She's hot, isn't she?" he whispered. "But wait. It'll get even better."
I writhed on the bed. He stilled me with his hand. Movement became impossible. The tape extinguished my whimper. I had no way of alerting Mike to Al's trap. The slivered view of Mike and Debbie kept me informed.
Debbie acted quickly. She stepped out of her sexy attire, baring her curvaceous flesh. She was proud of her body, and obviously pleased by Mike's stunned reaction. The color that accentuated his cheeks verified his frustration.
"Now, wait a minute," he blurted, recognizing the ambush that they had plotted. "Keep those clothes on, doll. I don't want trouble."
Debbie projected a sultry look as she unhooked her bra. "You're an extremely attractive man. I just can't help myself."
Her sexiness immobilized him. Walking up to him, she pushed him onto the very sofa where Al fucked me. Mike dropped onto the cushion, mute.
Debbie centered her gaze at his crotch. She saw the hard-on he sported. I couldn't blame him for popping a boner. That bitch warranted a fierce reaction. She was electrifying, to say the least. "Mmmmm," she murmured, taking stock of his equipment. "We'll have to take care of that."
Mike trembled in his seat. Chasing me and Al down ranked of lesser importance. My ego deflated. I couldn't believe he was so taken with her. I recalled, however, that Al and I had-likely steamed the lens of his telescope a mere half hour before. The limitations of his inner strength underwent brutal testing. Debbie's seductive greeting sealed his doom.
Her panties descended her trim thighs. She deliberately prolonged their removal so that his taste buds screamed. Her red fur shimmered in the fractured light. Her female scent wafted. Even I could detect its aroma from my position. She had gotten juicy, contemplating her surrender. Mike had given her a ferocious appetite. I couldn't fault her for that.
Boldly, she tossed her panties at him. Her sassy demeanor did not waver.
His Adam's apple rippled. His powerful chest enlarged from increased breathing.
Debbie retained her high heels. She approached him, daring his hands to come up and grope her perfumed flesh. Her tits shifted in an appetizing manner. Her nipples protruded thickly from those luscious globes.
Mike's arms were limp at his sides. Debbie silently straddled him. She deposited that sumptuous ass in his lap. My brother-in-law made no effort to push her away. Slowly, she unbuttoned his shirt and saw the dark fuck that blanketed his chest.
"I'm yours, baby," she said, steered her nipples to his mouth. "A gift, from Al. He wants you to enjoy me." She dragged her stiff peaks over his face. "And I want that opportunity."
Mike gradually surrendered. Having those tits in his face and being subjected the aroma of wet pussy eroded his will power. "Come here," he gruffly ordered. He wrapped her nude body with those bands of muscle. His mouth roughly covered hers. He immediately sought her warmth with his tongue.
Debbie moaned, writhing on his lap. She pressed herself to his lips, enjoying that roaming tongue. Beneath her squirming ass, his dick bulged. She pelted him with her groin, accelerating its development.
I grew warm from the progress Debbie made. Despite my total loathing of her, I couldn't dispute how she riled my hormones.
She similarly influenced Al. I studied his handsome profile in the dim light. A leer creased his face. His fingers sought my erect nipples. I shivered as he stroked them. Joy streamed through my body. The tape muffled my sob.
Mike's tongue eventually came out of her mouth. He shifted to her neck, where Debbie received provoking kisses and stirring suction. He took handfuls of tit, showing delicacy while tweaking the rigid nipples.
Her head veered back as Mike mouthed her throat. "Ohhhh," she sobbed, defeated by that rush. Her red hair tumbled over her shoulders and swayed across her bare back.
Mike ravaged her trembling body, traveling south. He snapped up her rock-hard nipples and sucked them ferociously. She whimpered as his grabbing lips caught and pulled at her tingling flesh. He so stimulated her with his feverish grope that she automatically discounted the roughness he employed. He buried his groans in her malleable curves.
I thought her boobs would be the target of his frenzied salivation, but Mike wandered across her velvety stomach and shoved his face into those fragrant curls. He divided her soaked lips with his nose, then stabbed her with his tongue. A moist sound resulted.
"Ohhhh," Debbie gasped at his abrupt spearing. She pressed herself into that limber tip. Her trim thighs framed Mike's head. "Oh, yeah." Her breath came up short as he helped himself to a serving of cunt.
Mike cupped her naked buttocks and anchored her to his face. He impaled her with that wriggling end. Debbie's nectar gushed, pouring into his mouth. He noisily gulped her tart secretions.
Debbie euphorically rotated her ass. She might have been unprepared for Mike's feast. Standing on the cushions, clinging to the back of the sofa for support, Debbie delivered her pussy in steady mouthfuls. She stooped over Mike, slumped against his ravenous features. He tongue-fucked her sweetly, his fingers pressing into her shapely buns.
Al caressed my swollen nuggets until I nearly went insane. He gave each a tweak. Electric shocks jolted through my system. After driving me crazy with those exhilarating twists, he drifted to my pussy. He initially startled, then gratified me when he submerged his digit. His spent cum still swam in my channel. I could hardly watch Mike and Debbie as he pumped me. His probe distorted the clarity of my vision.
"Debbie is so hot, don't you think?" he muttered, finger-fucking me.
I arched my back. He sank into my sticky crevice. His creamy residue lubricated me. Back and forth he charged, causing an electrical disturbance. My pussy sucked his finger to the knuckle.
"She's affecting you, too," he remarked after exploring my sodden depths.
Al hadn't bothered putting on his pants when he carted me off to the bedroom. I stared at his rigid cock. Al's lengthy shaft stood upright, pumped with horniness.
Noticing my preoccupation with his sexual apparatus, he grinned. "Want to suck it?"
I couldn't answer. The tape was partially the reason; the other-that lust-provoking finger. As greatly as I detested the man, he thoroughly aroused me.
Al carefully peeled that cohesive strip, then lowered his cock into my mouth. I immediately began sucking that dick. My tongue massaged its underside while I rhythmically drew on its velvet tip. He quietly groaned, then began riding my face. I could taste my juices on his skin.
"Eat it," he commanded, stuffing himself into my face. "All of it."
His balls settled on my chin. He wanted some deep-throat. Inches of congealed cock resided in me. I managed a rousing suck, stimulating his movement. He fucked my mouth with prolonged strokes. His dick sawed through my clasped lips, seeking heat and moisture. Ohhhh. I gladly provided him both.
The handcuffs restricted my freedom. I couldn't fondle him as I wished. He promptly subdued my initial attempt. The metal threatened to clink. Though delirious from my suck, Al retained his wits. He held my wrists apart while jamming that monster into my cheeks. His cock silenced me.
Pinned on my back with Al straddling my face, I couldn't see much of Mike and Debbie. My view wasn't completely obstructed. I gazed beyond Al's hip in time to catch Debbie climbing onto Mike. She urgently mounted him. His oral treat had plainly increased her incentive.
"Oh, my God," Debbie sobbed. Mike stuffed his rigid thing right up to the balls. I witnessed his massive girth vanish in her drenched opening. She draped her sleek legs over his. The sight of that engorged cock smashed into her gaping hole captured my fascination. I watched as it sliced through her pink slit. She immediately rotated her hips, obtaining all she could from his wide dimensions. "Ohhhh. Oh, God, does that feel good."
"Christ," Mike groaned, strapping her to his hairy body with a hefty arm. His hold was nonnegotiable. He climbed into her wet pussy, dividing its folds with his thick shaft. "You're so fucking tight. You're crushing me."
Her nipples jiggled frantically while he pumped her. I glimpsed her bouncing tits and jerking hips. They painted a mesmerizing picture. Her snatch slid toward that hard dick and swallowed it to capacity. A rich, glutted feeling curled her toes.
Mike drove himself into her, observant of the splendor etched in her features. Her heat and constriction overtook him. I saw him curve into Debbie's sumptuous ass. I observed her snatch splitting apart to accept his entire mass. He looked as though he enjoyed filling Debbie. That taut pussy really hugged his cock.
"Go easy, lover," Debbie sobbed. A very rigid Mike plowed into her. The fever-giving friction that resulted plucked the air from her lungs. He plugged her snatch with that hard thing. She gritted her teeth at the kiss of his balls. "There's so much of you to fuck. God, I love it. I want to make it last. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Give it to me. Harder. Push it all the way in." That dick reached far into her pussy. Back and forth it lumbered, jamming into her slick cunthole.
Mike clutched her stomach, pushing her toward that cunt-expanding member. His thumb traced patterns on her skin. She clasped his hand, guiding him. Mike did not resist the direction she gave.
Meanwhile, Al gave me plenty to eat. He stuck his dick down my throat, expecting suction. Gladly, I supplied it. He grounded himself to my lips, suppressing his gasp. He loved the way I sucked him. Bubbles formed around his submersed cock. Saliva dripped from the corner of my lips. Heatedly, I clenched him.
"I want you to suck the cum out of me," he grunted, inching toward my tonsils. "Oh, yeah. Blow me. Swallow my stiff cock."
His dick descended into my throat, dwelled there for several heart-stopping seconds, then retreated. Consuming him left me woozy. That thing demanded all the room I could spare. The air grew stagnant in my lungs. As he leaned against my face, his balls strained at my lips. His crotch hair scratched my nose. I could feel his irregular beat. He throbbed against my loving tongue. I darted over his vein-ridden surface, eliciting a faint gasp. I could tell he wanted more licking.
"Faster," he grunted. "I'm going to cum."
His speedy orgasm astounded me. I thought he might have held back a bit longer, but my sucking lips sapped him of stamina. Judging from his profound shake, I assumed he was about to spew.
His handsome features became misshapen. "Gulp it," he order. "Every drop."
The slit on his solid knob parted to yield a considerable amount. Al's cock jerked inside my mouth as I drank his hot goo.
"Yes," he groaned, shuddering. Squirt after squirt came. He creamed all over my wriggling tongue. The heavy vein of his underside convulsively twitched. "Oh, yes."
He lingered within my cheeks until fully spent, then disengaged himself. My lips were sticky with his cum. Before I had a chance to lick them, he reapplied the tape. I thought him a heartless bastard.
Resuming my study of Mike and Debbie, I saw that he had rearranged her on her knees before him. She fanned her gorgeous ass out exclusively for his visual delight. He steered his cock to those engorged cunt lips and slipped between them. He threw his head back after entering it. Enveloping her buns with tremulous hands, he brought her flush to his quivering groin.
Debbie moaned. Taking him doggie-style suited her. She could push back and take all she dared. She squeezed his substantial width into her cunt. She looked elated from his pussy-stretching burial. Her eyes glazed over, her lips twisted with pleasure. He withdrew some of his throbbing self, relieving the pressure. She grabbed a pillow from the side of the sofa, smothering her rigid nipples. After a moment, she flew back at him. That stiff cock occupied her snatch once again. Dragging her nipples back and forth across the pillow, she fucked that fat dick. The moist sounds of her aroused lips engaging him made me horny. His feverish strokes recharged my hormones. Al, perceiving my condition, sank his finger back into my cunt. I shivered as he jiggled my cum-splattered membranes.
Debbie worked Mike's thing with abandoned gyrations. Being hunched over like that gave her better control. She could regulate her intake.
Mike wrapped those buns tightly around his dick while he crammed himself into that narrow channel. Debbie constricted herself, doubling his pleasure. That bitch knew precisely how to further his joy. Groaning, he stroked that warm, wet pussy. He sank into that exciting cunt, aware that she would permanently lodge his enjoyment of their session in his brain.
Mike's gnarled features told me how much he relished fucking her. The distant quality of his eyes and hanging jaw supported that evaluation. She gave him more to savor by moving her ass. Her tensed pussy lips manipulated him to her satisfaction.
I was envious of her. I longed to be on the receiving end of that sweet cock.
Mike reached between Debbie's legs and stroked her clit. Debbie obviously hadn't anticipated that action. She cried out in joy. His finger pressed her enlarged pebble, then effected a vigorous motion.
By reflex, Debbie pushed back and enveloped that buried shaft with her quivering folds. "Oh, yes. More. Keep working it." Air trilled through her enclosed teeth. "You're going to make me cum."
Al continued to massage my clit. That finger wouldn't stop until I spasmed. My desire soared from the pressure. His expended cum dribbled from my recently-fucked cunt lips. I thrashed from that ecstatic tickle.
"You're going to cum, too," Al whispered. "Don't hold back. Let me take you there." He jiggled me faster.
The seizure was strong and satisfying. A tear rolled from my eyes as I savored its sweetness. Al, though a deceitful son of a bitch, had the knack.
Debbie bucked, jerking back and forth. Mike's added stimulation sent her hurtling into orbit. Faster he went, racing over that bulging dot. His rapid assault expedited the rumbling in her loins. Debbie clenched her fists and shook. The urge to climax overtook her.
"Ohhhh," she moaned. "Ohhhh."
Mike leaned against those trembling buns and let that squishy pulp contain him. Debbie began to contract. He pumped her steadily, gaining some of that tumultuous conflict. She put a grip on him that appeared to exhaust him.
"I'm cumming. Oh, baby. I'm cumming."
Sweat dribbled from his brow as he rode her frenzied ass. Debbie spasmed strongly, her cunt lips pinching his heavy trunk. He fucked her harder, plainly enjoying her wildness. Debbie's thrashing butt got him off. I watched as her clutching pussy caused the skin of his cock to gather before he charged through that delicious bottleneck. The pleasing agitation that climbed in his loins was ostensibly too much to ignore.
He growled, shooting into her cunt. She received his furious amount. "Ughhh. Ughhh."
Mike settled onto her trembling form and curled his arms around her. His chin went over her shoulder. He stroked her back, yielding a soothing caress. Afterward, his lengthening breath informed me of his relaxed state.
I wasn't keen about her getting him off. That had been my job. Handcuffed and gagged, I wasn't in a position to do anything about it.
Al, however, saw Mike's drained state as a window of opportunity. He picked up a blackjack from the dresser and quietly exited the room. He moved stealthily, and with speed. I tried to make noise, if only to warn him.
Fortunately, Mike was on his toes. His fatigue was short-lived. He turned just before Al could bring that nasty thing down on his head. Mike hurled himself at Al. A fight ensued. The two of them rolled on the carpet, taking shots at each other.
Debbie was strangely on the ball, too. She hopped off the sofa and raced to me. I expected her to cower from the outbreak of violence. That wasn't the case. Seizing me by the arm, she dragged me off the bed.
"Let's get out of here," she said, "while there's still time."
She spoke with authority, as though accustomed to giving orders. Physically handicapped, I couldn't oppose her.
We left while the men viciously fought.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Debbie had the decency to remove my gag. It felt good to breathe fresh air. I could still taste, however, the adhesive around my lips.
"Aren't you jumping the gun, running out on your boyfriend?" We arrived at my home in record time. Debbie drove like a daredevil. She maneuvered traffic with the utmost skill. Street signage became a blur. We walked into a dark house. Shadows stretched across the walls. "Mike is probably beating the crap out of him. Trust me. By this time, Al should be of no threat."
A nasty smile creased her face. "I couldn't care less. I don't need him-only the money."
I sighed. "Why is it so important?"
"It's been my prime objective from the start. I've fucked three men, lied-we even trashed this house, searching for it. I would go even further than that for those big bucks."
Debbie's duplicity slowly dawned on me. "You put Tom up to it."
"Smart girl. I orchestrated the whole thing. Al thinks he principally dreamed up the scheme, but I'm the one to credit." She tapped her temple. "I hatched this plot. I got Al to portray the villain. He placed Tom in a financial crisis by getting him to invest in worthless property, then pressed him for payment. The fool hid on us. Don't worry. He'll come out of hiding sooner or later. I played both men for all they were worth. I needed someone with legal brains. Al can be manipulated. I'm sure you received a sample of his potential."
Her wicked cackle irked me.
"As for Tom, he fell right into my lap. The opportunity couldn't have been more ripe: a classic womanizer, looking for the ultimate woman and the ultimate ride. I knocked him off his feet. We made wild music in bed." She lapsed into a pleasant memory. "Your husband has a voracious appetite. He can go and go. He and his brother are a-like. I thoroughly enjoyed humping Mike, even though Al botched it. Mmmmm. I can still feel that sweet cock of his, stroking my pussy."
I glared at her. It went beyond sexual competition. "You fucking bitch."
My castigation fell on deaf ears. Debbie gloated over her conquest. "Men are surely stupid. They'll sell their souls for a piece of ass. All it takes is determination, and a steep sex drive." She snickered. "Al purchased two plane tickets to Rio de Janeiro. Although I was set for the trip, I never intended to stick with him. I operate best solo. Now that Al has his tit in the ringer, I guess I'll only need one ticket. I'll let him take the rap. He deserves it."
If my wrists were not in handcuffs, I would have slapped her.
Her mind reverted to the present. "All right, honey. Where did you stash the cash? Out with it. Time's a wasting."
"I'll never tell you."
That comment wiped the smirk from her face. Debbie's lips thinned. "Don't fuck with me, bitch. I'll wring your neck." She raised her hand to strike me. "I've got a plane to catch. Don't force me to hurt you."
I would have withstood a pistol-whipping, had that been her method. Debbie didn't scare me in the least.
"Yes," came a familiar voice from the darkness, "do tell us where the money is."
My mouth dropped. "Tom!"
My husband stepped out of the shadows. Dark-haired, handsome, tanned and trim, he revealed himself to us. He always had a charismatic presence, commanding attention when entering a room.
Debbie's hand dropped to her side. She awkwardly shifted gears. She assumed that soft, honey voice. "Where've you been, baby? You dropped out of sight."
"With good reason." He walked toward Debbie, then glared at her. "You slut."
She flinched, startled. "Why do you say that?"
"You swindled me," he harshly criticized. "You coaxed me into stealing money from my corporate advertising account. If I hadn't the forethought of depositing it my bank account before wiring it to South America, you would have taken it then."
"That's not true."
"How can you say that? Are you forgetting your confession to my wife? I heard every word." He slapped her. Debbie reeled back and struck her head on the oak stair banister. She moaned, then went limp. She sank to the floor, unconscious.
Tom turned to me. "You picked an inconvenient time to leave me, darling."
I wasn't about to let his looming presence intimidate me. "You're one to talk. What about your disappearing act? You caused me, and your brother, a great deal of trouble."
His smile was gone. "Let's discuss Mike. How many times have you fucked him?"
"What warrants that accusation?"
"It's one with foundation. I've been hiding here, in this house, all along. I was here this afternoon. I overheard the two of you going at it like savages. Why weren't you that spirited with me, Pamela? Didn't I satisfy you in bed?"
I weighed my response before issuing it. "In the beginning, before you developed a roving eye, I did. You were most indiscreet, Tom. I could smell pussy on you the second you walked through the door." I took a breath. "Why did you steal? You've jeopardized your career for an unscrupulous woman."
He gestured to Debbie's inert form. "I was going to run away with that bitch. She came up with a deal to purchase land in South America. Al authenticated the story. Little did I realize that they were in concert. The deal mysteriously fell apart, and I got left holding the bag. You inadvertently withdrew the funds from the account, oblivious to my plot. Al threatened to blow the whistle."
"But in making an unauthorized withdrawal at work, you established a trail."
"I knew I'd get caught red-handed. That's why I took every cent I could. Debbie and I would have been in a tropical paradise, on the other side of the world."
I sighed. "What are you going to do?"
"The tickets she purchased were for Mr. and Mrs. Freeling. I verified the registrations on the computer. Debbie, unfortunately, won't be using hers. Therefore, I offer it to you."
"Me?"
"We can escape from this miserable existence. I've already wired funds from another corporate account. The sum at our disposal is staggering. We'll have it all, Pamela-and each other."
"Why would you want me?"
He employed a softer tone. "Eavesdropping on you and my brother taught me a valuable lesson. Not only did I listen, I watched. You're an incredibly hot woman, Pamela. I'd forgotten how sexy and exciting you are. I want a fresh start, with you at my side."
I thought him insane. "I can't go with you, Tom. We're through. Our marriage was superficial-an empty shell."
"I'll prove to you I'm still the lover you want." He knelt by Debbie and retrieved a key from her pocket. Immediately, he unlocked the handcuffs that held me captive. "Overlook the money, baby. I want you to remember that man you once had."
His breath grazed my cheek, then he steered his lips to my mouth. I did nothing to avert his kiss. Strangely, I caught myself responding to it. For some crazy reason, I almost forgot that our marriage had deteriorated. Tom pushed his tongue inside my cheeks and explored. My heart raced. Things occurred at a rapid pace.
I questioned my sanity. Why was I willing to make love with my husband? The swirl of his tongue yielded confusion. I couldn't think properly. I could feel how badly he wished for me to forget.
Tom cupped my tit. I had been ill-equipped to received that sprawling hand. A brutal current coursed through my body. He found my nipple and repeatedly brushed it. A sapping tumult rose in my cunt. I squeezed my knees together, savoring that palpation. A flurry of tingles shimmered through my flesh.
After re-familiarizing himself with my firmness, Tom took my hand and pressed it to his crotch. "Do you recall that, Pamela?" he whispered. A towering erection bulged from his pants. I shivered while tracing its imposing outline. "You always enjoyed making me stiff."
He jogged my memory. I reminisced about loving his big thing. It typically gave me pleasure.
He withdrew his tongue. "Do you still want it?"
Dazed, I nodded.
His face darkened. "Take it out."
I slowly unfastened his belt. I sensed that Tom craved a tantalizing build up. Rushing would have killed the mood. I kept my eye on that appetizing protrusion. His sexual heat soared from that extensive lump. I undid the metal clasp of his pants with equal tediousness.
The descent of his zipper was interminably accomplished. I deliberately fussed over the manly swell.
His breath grew labored as I neared the completion of his request. His stomach muscles quivered as I massaged the shape of his cock through his briefs. The hair that formed a tapering line across his abdomen and below his waistband shook. I drew it back. His bloated crown emerged, trailed by a heavy column of flesh.
"Suck it." His tone brooked no sympathy. He had a definite thirst that demanded quenching.
I opened my mouth and covered his pulsing knob. His entire body shuddered through my tight clasp. I pulled on his taut skin, coating him with bubbly spit. My tongue roamed his vein-gnarled contours. I took him in deepening increments, observant of his facial cast. Tom held his emotions in check. Other than harsh exhalations, he weathered my turbulent mouthfuls.
"You've improved," my husband remarked. "That's better than I remember. We'll have a whole lot of time to resurrect our lust. Contemplate the possibilities, Pamela. Me and you in that hot South American sun. It'll be heaven."
I began to lift my head, but he covered my entire skull with one hand and pushed down.
"No. Don't take your mouth off it. Keep sucking. I'm enjoying it."
I hungrily clasped him. He would get no argument from me. I liked sucking his dick.
Tom slipped a hand under my dress. He explored the curve of my hips and ass. His indulgent pinches caused me to moan. "You've always had a beautiful body. I don't know why I bothered with Debbie. You're much nicer." His thumb traced the lips of my cunt. "You're getting juicy, aren't you?" He inserted a digit. "I'm going to finger you."
I whimpered as he penetrated my hot squish. Tom reached far into my pussy. He wriggled about, stirring me into a frenzy. Discipline was required to keep my lips attached to his cock.
"Oh, yeah. You want it, don't you? You want me to put my big dick in there. I can feel how much you want me, baby." He probed my moist pussy. "After seeing you with Mike, I thought of nothing but this. I've longed for you, baby. You're so hot."
I greedily devoured him. I wrapped my hand around his balls and steered him to an angle that simplified my sucking. My lips soared to the crest of his engorgement, where I lavishly circled it with my tongue. He throbbed powerfully in my mouth. My head-giving skills turned Tom on, as usual. I sank over that thick shaft, covering him with saliva. He was huge, stretching in my throat. My lips were pressed to his balls. I assaulted the heavy vein that ran the length of his cock, subjecting him to tickling hysteria.
Tom could barely stand, absorbing that delightful disturbance. "Yeah. More. Make it grow with your mouth. Stroke it with your lips. Ahhhh. Suck that cock. Suck it hard."
"Mmmmm." His finger prompted me. He pumped my loins with that determined digit. My cuntal membranes adapted to it, puckering him. He explored my pussy pulp, summoning the location of my hot buttons.
My nipples cried for lips. I ached for him to tweak them. They protruded beneath my blouse, longing for their freedom.
I finally removed my mouth from his cock. Tom's head was slumping back. He looked dazed from my suck. Instantly, I dove for his balls. I lashed them until they were soaked.
My whips intensified his satisfaction. His face was lined with tension. "Oh, yeah. Make them wet. Rub your lips all over them."
I feverishly complied. Tom was shaking before I was through. His cock twitched while I licked his balls. The head turned a purplish hue. He looked ready to explode.
"Mmmmm," I moaned, slobbering him. "Mmmmm. Ohhhh."
Tom eventually regained enough presence of mind to detach my lips. He pulled me toward the sofa. "Hurry. Get on my lap."
I quickly mounted my husband. I sank smoothly on his saliva-slick cock. My pussy gobbled him up. "Ohhhh. Oh, my God." That intense stuffing sensation pierced my groin. He disappeared into my soft center. He spread me apart with that plump shaft, digging into its relief-giving layers. "Ohhhh. Oh, yeah."
Tom looked injured from my furious descent. He had emptied his lungs of air while that pussy squeezed itself over him. His voice boomed after the initial agony of fitting inside me. "Ahhhh. Sit on that cock, baby. Bury me between your hot legs. Ahhhh."
I clutched his shoulders. "Is it still as good?" I could scarcely talk; that embedded thing impaired my speech. "Am I still tight?"
With his eyes closed and mouth trembling, he looked positively singed. His branching fingers enclosed my waist. "I can't stand it. Move your ass. Fuck me with that sweet pussy."
I rose and fell, moaning as it sawed through me. Oh God. He nearly split my in half. I could not neglect that solid, dividing pressure. His finger had been incredible, but his cock was heaven itself.
"Ahhhh." He groaned from the suctioning clutch of my pussy. His breathing remained uneven. He fed himself into the mouth of my cunt, meeting my voracious strokes. I overwhelmed him with the swoop of my energy-sapping cunt lips. "Oh, yeah. Fuck yourself with that dick. Bury me in that moist snatch."
I forced air from my diaphragm as he crammed me full. I received the total sum of his excitement. He drove into my hot, lubricated flesh. The ecstasy was profuse.
His abridged sentences made little sense. I ignored them as I bounced on his lap, enduring the splintering thrust of his cock. His pumping left me thoroughly rent, yet I went down for more. Tom felt so good, jammed in my cunt. I took all that I could with a saucy roll of my hips. Bearing down on that cock, I packed my cunt. Tom throbbed in the heart of my pussy.
Tom groaned. My pussy gripped him so nicely. My sweaty flesh sank on his lap, soaking him in my outpouring heat. His eruption grew near. He made no attempt to prolong his bliss. I moved my ass faster, promoting the urge. He felt the cum rise from his balls. "Are you almost there? I'm about to erupt."
I rode him to orgasm. He went deeply into my cunt. My mouth dropped open as my gratification occurred. Tom made me peak.
"Yes," I cried, spasming. "Oh, yes."
"Ughhh," Tom howled, firing liquid heat into my pussy. "Ughhh."
I smiled as I felt his goo collect in my snatch. I had gotten Tom off rather quickly-and myself, to boot.
The sound of footsteps echoed. I turned to see Mike glaring at us. "I see you've found my brother," he said in a venomous tone.
"I appreciate your returning her to me, Mike. As you can see, we've fully reconciled."
Mike glared at me.
"And you'll be pleased to know that we're going to South America."
"I'm afraid not. You committed a crime and, unfortunately, have to face the music."
Tom laughed. "You can't be serious."
Mike snapped a pair of handcuffs on him. "Does that prove I'm joking?"
"But, Mike," Tom chuckled. "We're brothers. You can't arrest me."
"I've got to do my job."
Tom became angry. "Was fucking my wife part of it?"
Mike pointed a thumb at the door. "Let's
CHAPTER TWELVE
Mike wouldn't talk to me after Tom and Debbie were carted away. They had already booked Al. I knew my brother-in-law was disappointed in me. Several times, he had caught me fucking other men. He doubted the sincerity of the commitment I wished to make. I knew I had to turn things around, or risk losing him.
Mike agreed to spend the night at the house. He mentioned wanting to wrap things up in the morning, at which point he aimed to dissociate himself from me forever.
I found him sitting in an upholstered chair, having a beer. Those muscled limbs stretched in decadent repose. His features were grimly set.
I calmly entered the room. His dissatisfaction did not intimidate me. "I want you to know that I did not encourage the incident with Al."
He shrugged. "Whatever."
"I can't, however, explain what happened with Tom. I guess, deep down, I knew it was the last time we'd be together."
"No doubt," he mocked.
"You have every right to be angry. I shouldn't have allowed it."
"You can do whatever the hell you want, Pamela. I don't give a shit."
I took a step closer. "I don't want things to end."
He dismissed me with a wave of his hand.
His rejection hurt. "I suppose it was okay that you fucked Debbie. In case you didn't realize it, I watched." My nostrils flared. "You enjoyed it, didn't you?"
He said nothing.
I anchored a hand to my hip. "Well, is she better than me? How do I rate compared to her?"
"Let's not discuss it."
Trembling, I knelt between his legs. A tear spilled from my eye. "Don't shut me out, Mike. No matter what you believe, you're the only man I want. The others have never meant a thing."
He quietly sipped his beer.
"Granted, we had a shaky start. Looking back, you were a bit of a brute, dragging me from my hotel room and cuffing me. I didn't expect to fall in love with you."
He stared at me.
"I do love you, Mike. It's the truth. Please, forgive me. I'll do whatever it takes to put things right."
His expression changed. Mike's hand cupped the back of my head and hauled my lips to his mouth. My mouth opened to receive his eager tongue. I explored his inner heat. Our tongues met in a tormented battle. Mike teethed my lips. I moaned as he raked over them.
He pulled me onto his lap. He employed urgency. I rubbed my pussy against the hardness in his jeans. That heavy bulge nearly got me off. Feverishly, I grounded myself to it. Mike, as usual, set me on fire.
He automatically began unzipping my dress. Mike couldn't wait to get at my mouthwatering tits. Roughly, he aligned my nipples and stuffed them between his lips. His sucked caused my pupils to curve into their whites. He licked my nubs to my dizzying satisfaction.
"Yes, baby," I moaned, leaning into his face. "Suck them. Suck them hard."
Mike hoarsely obeyed.
Unbuttoning his pants, I shoved my hand in there to get that throbbing prize. Mike stretched in excitement-all six inches of him. I dismounted his lap, eager to orally thrill him. Surrounding him with my hands, I propped him with my massaging fingertips. That plump bulb awaited my consumption. I massaged his balls with my thumbs. Waves of heat essentially rose from his loins.
"Go for it, baby," he muttered, thrusting himself at my face. "Suck that dick."
I put him in my mouth. Mmmmm. Mike's flesh tasted delicious. My lips streamed down his length.
"Oh, yeah," Mike groaned, enjoying the stroke of my lips. "Suck it. Swallow me. Take me whole. Ahhhh." He lifted himself from the chair, sliding his shaft into my steamy receptacle. He continued to lower himself into my moist cavern until his balls obstructed its entrance. Groaning, he retreated from my dank vacuum, then plunged right back into it. "Fuck me with your mouth, baby. Fuck my hard cock."
I sucked his dick with relish. Seeing him go berserk from my hot slobberings gladdened me. I excited him with my tongue while I orally submerged him. My lips followed the curve of his cock, from its wide stem to its pulsing tip. Luxuriously, I rolled over that map of veins and purplish skin. I took generous mouthfuls of him, humming over that swollen dick. My saliva dribbled down his length, captured by my serpentine tip.
My tingling drool heightened his experience. He slumped back in the chair, peering at my attached lips and their stimulating travel.
He stood inside my mouth, baking from my heat. I sucked him so marvelously, the urge to cum repeatedly tormented him.
Mike appreciated my suckling noises. He liked the sound of my lips engaging his cock. That grunting din increased his gratification. I made a great show of fastening my mouth to his dick while flashing some tongue. The spill of drool caused his eyes to shut and his body to shake. I felt his mounting excitement through my oral clasp. He trembled in my mouth.
"Mmmmm," I sighed, attacking him with a vigorous tongue. I whipped the large vein of his underside without mercy. Madly, I pulled on that taut skin, stirring him into a frenzy. I sucked harder and harder, leaving his brain numb while the rest of him shivered. My wriggling tip promoted an urgency that swiftly climbed through his entire being.
Mike couldn't endure another moment of my excruciating lips. He watched his cock disappear in my face, then suffered that wet, stirring lock. I snapped him up in hot, hungry mouthfuls. A gut-wrenching groan ascended his throat as I grabbed him up. Dragging air into his lungs, he detached me from his soaked member. "Sit on me, baby. Come on. Let's go."
I craved that, too. I mounted his sturdy thighs. Raw hunger radiated from his face. Clasping his shoulders, I lifted myself above his throbbing cock. Mike impatiently pushed me down on it. As that solid head became immersed in my soaked folds, I cried out. A bubbling disturbance roared through my body. Oh, God. I was highly susceptible to that splitting thrust.
"Oh, yes," I moaned, sinking onto that rigid member. My head lolled back. My blonde hair spilled over my shoulders. My mouth resembled an anguished circle. "Ohhhh."
Mike was equally affected. I adapted fast to his cock. My moist sheathe encased him to the balls. He couldn't retain his silence during my breathless descent. Bracing himself, he went into my tight cunt, flustered and grimacing. "Jesus! Oh, yeah. Get down on it. Push your cunt all the way down."
I arched my back, then settled onto his lap. Mike's dick stood high in my snatch. I savored that solid, penetrating thrill before rearing my buttocks and humping it. "Yes, baby. Oh, yeah. Let me fuck it."
Up and down I went, letting those balls slap my rump. I responded to that hard, driving thing. My blonde pubes meshed with his as they ground together. I fucked him fast and furiously, loving every second he was submerged. I took my pleasure through his bone-like stiffness.
"Move that ass, baby," Mike pleaded, his features moist with perspiration. "Cover me with that sweet pussy. Fuck me."
I slammed myself onto that monster, pumping myself to distraction. Mike pushed himself into my juicy snatch, slicing into succulent tissue. Grunting, he absorbed the impact of my smacking pussy. He moved through my cunt so sweetly, I thought I would cum in a jiffy; after getting a grip on my emotions, I rode him steadily.
"Fuck me as hard as you can," I moaned. "Do it. It feels good that way."
Mike held some of his savage fury in reserve. He seemed unwilling to fully unleash that kind of power between my open legs. My breathless nod, however, brought on his feral expression. He exhibited a sneer as he pounded his way through my clutching pussy. Clenching his teeth, he gave it to me exactly as requested. His balls walloped me but good. That barbaric ferocity lasted for several cock-stroking moments.
Mike loved making me moan with his cock. He fucked into my wet pussy, coordinating his thrusts. He waited until I descended his upright shaft before meeting my sodden mound. The connection was sweet and satisfying.
I glimpsed Mike through that steamy haze. His coffee-colored eyes looked off into space as I jammed down on him. I still thought him a magnificent animal-though somewhat tamed. I knew he was the man for me.
We fucked for several exquisite moments before that uncontrollable urge to spasm took root. He practically winded me. Bending backward, I elevated my nipples until they bobbed atop those twin globes.
"Cum in me," I pleaded.
Mike pumped me, unable to restrain himself. Spearing my cunt, he prepared to climax. Taking handfuls of my fabulous ass, he gave my all he had. "I'm going to get you off so good. Let me feel that soft pussy with my dick. Doesn't it feel good inside your snatch? Oh, yeah. Ride it. Faster, baby. Faster. Hump that thing."
I grasped his shoulders and pummeled him between my legs. My tits were flying in all directions. My vision blurred as euphoria asserted itself. I got the most out of his thrusting cock until there was nothing left to take. My temperature soared as my buttocks spanked his thighs. Up and down I went, landing on that fleshy spike.
"Ohhhh," I sputtered. "I'm going to cum."
Mike drew air into his lungs. "Let's go, baby. Let's get there together." He reddened before me, barely retaining his sanity. "Oh, Jesus. Arghh."
I spasmed heavily, pelting his groin with my pussy. He gushed inside my pussy. Hot cum flooded my snatch. I drained him with my seizure-riddled cunt. He groaned as I milked the last drops of his goo. "Ohhhh. Oh, yeah. Ohhhh."
Mike bound me with his arms. I felt the crushing press of muscle sheltering my through orgasm. I also felt the outpour of affection.
