After arriving at his room at that flea-bag hotel, I couldn't help but smirk as I pushed the key into the door. I knew the guy was in there with his girl. Tracking them down was simple. Twenty-two-year-old males leave the most obvious clues. In my line of work, sniffing them out has become an art. Whether I have nurtured a talent, or purely have a nose for trouble is one answer. Some call it women's intuition; I call it luck.
Rob Bloom made almost no attempt to harbor his whereabouts; the inevitable use of his credit card when he was low on cash led me right to him. His selection of places was also typical: cheap motels, liquor stores, fast food restaurants, video arcades-they were all the spots he chose. His travels brought him to each and every one I predicted. One doesn't have to go to college to understand the male psyche; one merely has to be a woman.
I did have to slip that cute desk clerk a twenty to get the pass key. After checking him out, I initially considered giving him a little head. Behind those dark frames, I recognized a very sexy man. My instincts, however, told me to pass. I didn't think ten minutes of sucking his cock would have been all I'd want. I was running on a tight schedule. Any side tours would have cost me plenty.
It figures, the ones that caught my eye appeared when I was on the run.
Picking up Rob Bloom was repayment for an outstanding favor. Gus, my old buddy, singled me out to fulfill that obligation. Because of my knack for hunting down missing individuals, he enlisted my services. Rob Bloom, I was told, suffered from an incurable case of wanderlust. His father, president of a small company located in Columbus, had disgustedly ordered his return. Apparently Rob was to be groomed to take his father's position at the helm; Rob, who claimed he wanted to be a movie actor, promptly left town. After checking out the eight by ten his father provided, I could see that the young man could get himself into quite a bit of trouble. Although incredibly good-looking, Rob was known for both his arrogance and ego. Someone keen to that particular combination, could easily manipulate him if he permitted himself to fall into the wrong hands.
That long, lean body covered with dark hair openly held appeal. From the stretch he made across the bed, I estimated him to easily clear six-three or six-four. Since I was almost a foot shy of his probable height, it was simple to understand my attraction to tall men. I pictured myself getting a shot at it, although I usually made it a point not to indulge myself with those I put under surveillance.
My lips curved as I related the irony. So many dicks, so little time. I opened the door just a crack. I was in no hurry to surprise them.
"Oh, yeah, baby," the girl moaned. "Warm it up for me. Make it juicy for that big dick of yours. Ohhhhhhhhhh. I want lots of that tongue. Oh, yeah. Ohhhhhhhhh. You're making me so wet, slipping it into my hot pussy."
The ensuing sounds weren't startling. I expected those two to be going at it. From the evidence I'd gathered, Rob had a strong appetite for sex. He left damp sheets at every motel he visited. He was famous for keeping fast company.
They were both naked, writhing on the bed. The glow of a lamp in the corner of the room provided substandard illumination. I managed to distinguish their feverish activities, even under these conditions.
"Ohhhhhhhhh."
The squeal of the bed springs grew louder as the girl anxiously shifted beneath his probing tip. I peered into the room and studied the blonde's thrashing mane as it hit the pillow. His head bobbed between her legs while he noisily gulped her juices. He held back her slim thighs one second, then scooped up her little ass cheeks and gave them an affectionate squeeze. His face was buried in her hot squish.
"Jesus," she whimpered as he indulged himself.
She raked through his mass of dark hair, then cupped the top of his head before shoving herself at that pleasure-giving mouth. "Keep doing that, sugar. Keep sucking on it. Ohhhhhhhh. I don't want you to stop. Not even for a second. Ohhhhhhh!"
His growl of contentment assured her nothing of the sort would occur. He applied fierce suction, his lips attendant to her needs.
I placed the girl's age roughly between twenty and twenty-two. She looked old enough to know what she was doing, though I doubted anything of a serious nature occurred in her young mind. She had a long, slim body and a nice pair of tits-not enormous like mine, but deliciously pert.
I'd been through similar ordeals dozens of times. Usually, I was amused. Even if I walked right into that room, I doubted he would have paid much notice. Given the height of their excitement, they would have let me watch rather than allow my presence to interfere.
Mirth wasn't my reaction this time. I was genuinely aroused at the heat of this girl as she reached for those fiery slurps with her cunt. The sheets were twisted in her grasps as she conveyed her sweet torment.
I've had an occasional girl while on assignment. It's not as though I make a habit of seeking that kind of enjoyment; generally, it's what is available. I admit to receiving abundant satisfaction from a female tongue; women know precisely where to go for the sweetest payoff. Getting licked by an experienced person is indubitably one of life's secret pleasures.
As the tone of his wriggling tip separating and fleecing the juicy contents of that girl's snatch intensified, I couldn't help slipping my hand under my leather miniskirt and into my panties. It was an instant response to the delectable sounds I heard. I was alert to the fact I was standing in the hallway of a ramshackle hotel, masturbating at the sight of two stimulating individuals, but the reflex was too strong. I hoped a caress or two of my swollen clit would be sufficient in satisfying that sexual itch.
The second my finger was on my throbbing love button, I bit my lip. Oh Jesus! I hadn't expected such an erotic backlash. My nipples bulged beneath my silk blouse. I rocked on my spike heels. Shivers traveled up my back, humming through my body. My long, painted nails scratched the wood molding. Subsequent jiggling magnified the desire I felt.
I couldn't end my stare at that undulating flesh directly across from me. In my mind, I saw myself mounting that girl's face and covering that trembling mouth with my cunt. The thought of having her suck me drove my fantasy. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. I couldn't rid myself of that fever-giving vision.
"Rub my pussy with your lips," the girl sobbed. "Oh, yes, Robbie, I love it. More, please. Sink your tongue into my cunt. Wriggle through there. Harder-much harder! Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Keep doing that, Robbie. Keep doing that!"
Rob Bloom, my quarry, kept his face plastered to her soaked flesh. Her concern over his abrupt separation was unfounded. Rob didn't seem inclined to end his forage. He left imprints on her bucking ass as proof of his urgency.
I couldn't handle another second of it. My senses were totally inflamed. I was never as much an observer as I was a participant. After sliding a finger into my moist pussy, I was weak with want. I needed someone desperately to extinguish the fire that ravaged me.
Defiantly, I threw back the door. As I had suspected, the resulting creak did little to dissuade them. Rob's mouth remained firmly attached, milking the honey from the girl's sopping cunt. When I climbed onto the bed, however, his eyes searched for the source of the weight shift.
"I'm from next door and got curious," I whispered, stroking his heavy biceps. "Can I join the party?"
My explanation proved needless. A single glance told me how unnecessary it was to secure his permission. After taking in my voluptuous appearance-including my gorgeous face, big tits and tiny waist-any reason would have bought my way into his bed. He was unquestionably game for two horny women.
I undid the buttons of my silk blouse with seasoned flair. His eyes followed my movement as I revealed my luscious flesh to him. I let my top slide seductively over my shoulders. My large, billowy globes jutted prominently under his observation. Naturally, mine were superior to those of the girl. I'd always been remembered for my amazingly soft and huge tits. People ached to touch them. Both men and women studied them eagerly, hoping for an opportunity to sample their velvety texture.
The girl's attention fell upon me, too. She was mesmerized by my sudden presence. Not even the outermost form of resentment inhabited her blue eyes. She seemed quite receptive to my joining them. I saw how she hungered for my nipples; her interest was visible. Without hesitation, I lowered them to her mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she murmured, catching them with her sensual lips.
I closed my eyes upon contact. A hot quiver went through me. The flick of her tongue accentuated the moment. I couldn't help but surround her head with shaking fingers and guide her to desired points.
"That feels so good," I whispered, drawn to that saliva-rich mouth. Her lips were warm on my skin, running up my temperature. I pushed myself at that innocent expression, sharing more of my tit with her. "Suck on it. Yes. Ohhhhhhhhhh." She whipped my nipple into a frenzy. It soaked in baking drool. The force of her sucks made me wonder at the joy of having it transferred to my snatch.
I tilted my head back, temporarily overcome by her moist friction. Rob seized that opportunity to sink his finger into my cunt. I arched my spine, receiving that penetrating digit. Ohhhhhhh. He made sure my clit suffered no neglect. His thumb rolled right over it. Rob was much too engrossed in eating the girl's pussy to establish the exact location of my hot spots; he did, however, have experience in which to turn. For a stud twenty-two years of age, he certainly knew which buttons to press.
He measured my delight by my facial response. That finger delved far into my snatch, lingering for several wonderful seconds before it was drawn back. Rob had long, thick fingers; I would have preferred having something larger-such as his cock-sliding into me, but wasn't going to complain. The hot, shivering fit of his digit almost achieved the same effect.
"Oh, God-yes!" I cried, satisfied by his finger fuck. I reclined beside the girl, overcome by the warm pulsations in my groin. Rob dove into me, executing a back and forth rhythm that stole my breath. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Yes. Pump me with your finger. More. Ohhhhhhhhh."
Rob did more than manually stimulate me. He lifted his face from between the girl's legs, then went down on me. The tickle of his limber tip was essential in starting the ecstatic flurry. I didn't realize what a strong reaction I would have to that pleasantly curling tongue.
"Oh, yeah, Robbie," the girl murmured, slurping my nipples. "Suck her pussy. Get her all wet with spit. Yeah. Make her juicy with your mouth. See how much she-likes that. Ohhhhhhh. Let me have a taste."
Rob removed his mouth long enough for the girl to sneak in there. Her eagerness to slobber my flavor-filled juices took me by surprise. I was ill-equipped to meet the demands of that snaking tongue. My eyes rolled up in their sockets as she ate me.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," I cried, receiving that fiery tip. "Oh, my God. Oh, yes. Eat it. Eat every bit."
Rob pushed her away after she indulged her appetite for cunt several minutes. His tongue returned to my inflamed clit. His ardent laps left me drained. My blonde hair whipped from one side of the pillow to the other as a result of his fluttering tip.
Tenderly, he raised his juice-smeared lips from my pussy, then switched to the girl. She had been in the middle of toying with my nipples when his mouth reinstated itself between her legs. I listened to her hoarse moan as he worked on her. She lunged toward that talented tongue, urging it to lick every part of her slick flesh. She picked up her ass and steered it straight to his face. Before his tip could reach for her, I covered her lips with my mouth and opened it with an excited wiggle. I engaged her tongue with play. The echo of her passion sounded in my mouth. From the pitch of her smothered cries, she was mine to command.
I snuggled up to her, brushing her satiny skin with my rigid nipples. When I gave her a chance to come up for air, she was dragging huge gulps into her lungs. The wild gleam in her eyes was plain.
"Who are you?" she asked me after I dragged my rock-hard nuggets across her smooth flesh.
"Honey," I purred. "Honey Best."
"For real?" she asked, uncertain as to whether I had just created that name.
"Absolutely." I sucked her nipple for a moment, until it became a stiff peak. "And who might you be?"
"Ginger."
I was about to give Ginger another lick, but Rob stopped me with his tongue. He crammed it into my hot and ready crevice. I went momentarily numb, waiting to regain my balance. The subsequent laps he took cut short my recovery. Rob appeared jealous of the attention I bestowed upon his friend and did everything in his power to have it concentrated on him.
He watched me with those piercing brown eyes of his. I caught the flash of pink as his tongue descended upon me. Those wonderful whips had my heart beating furiously. I twisted luxuriantly beneath the saliva-driven fury, hearing him gulp my juices. He pinned back my thighs with those steel-like thumbs, letting nothing prevent him from dipping into my succulent recesses.
Ginger drifted up to my face, prompting my excitement with her erect nipples grazing my scorched flesh. She dragged them over mine while tracing my lips with her tongue. I opened my mouth for her so she could enter. She dove inside, letting our tongues play before covering me completely with those plush lips. I hadn't expected a woman ten years younger than myself to be such a great kisser. Mmmmmmmmmmm. Her soft blonde hair spilled around my face as our kiss intensified. My toes curled as a result of the erotic upheaval she registered.
I lost sight of what was happening to me at that point. Ginger's tongue was crammed into my mouth and her nipples burned against my tits. I was somewhat woozy from the flurry of tingles that swept through me.
Rob provided the missing element. I won't say I was totally unprepared, but his gravity of need was startling. My legs lifted upward until they perched on a pair of strong shoulders. I made no effort to learn what was about to happen with Ginger grounding her lips to mine. I was anesthetized by her luscious force and wanted nothing else to dilute its influence. Rob knew the one thing that could possibly accomplish such a feat.
"Glad you joined our little party?" he inquired in his rural accent. I would have quickly placed him from Ohio, even if I hadn't known of his origins.
Shivering, I nodded.
"Did you think when you walked into this room you were going to be dripping with sweat five minutes later?" His question was posed haltingly, as if he were in the middle of preparing me for some ordeal.
Before I could answer, I felt the solid bulb of his cock splitting open my cunt lips. He pushed steadily, filling my pussy with his swollen shaft. I was surely wet enough to absorb that gorgeous dick, given its smooth descent into my juicy slot. Receiving manly stimulation as opposed to female did present an inner conflict. I wasn't emotionally equipped to make the switch. My experience with three-ways was few and far apart; introducing men into the picture was occasionally a difficult transition.
"Yeah," he bellowed, fucking me with it. "Oh, yeah. Baby, you're so fucking tight-"
Ready or not, however, Rob's cock reached deep into my pussy. There was relatively no place to turn from its huge, encumbering size. After making sure it fit in my snatch, he reared back to afford me a second gulp of air before driving it to the hilt. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. His balls slapped my inner thighs upon impact. He repeated his powerful thrust, propelled by my fevered expression. He could see for himself the reaction of having his cock inside me from the flush of my cheeks, the glaze of my eyes, the shortness of breath.
Ginger detached her lips from mine. "Isn't he big?" she murmured.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," I sobbed, as he ran that big cock through my pussy. What ensued was best described as a shutdown of my defense system. I looked up at Rob, panting as he fucked me. I encouraged more of his pumping with my probing fingertips. I wove through the dense composition on his chest, actively searching for his nipples. When I found one, I gave it a pinch.
"Christ," he muttered, then slammed himself whole into my sopping mound. He plugged that moist, accommodating space with a single lunge.
"You're too rough for her," Ginger admonished him. "She doesn't like it when you ram her."
"Yes, I do," I whispered, my eyes rolling up into their sockets. "Ohhhhhhhhh." I shook as he pounded himself between my legs. It was exactly what I needed: a good, stiff fuck. After being on the road several days, I had gotten somewhat hungry for this kind of action. "Fuck me, baby," I moaned. "Fuck me hard. With all you've got."
"With pleasure," he grunted, smacking my groin with his. He swung himself with the grace of an athlete, letting no cell of mine escape attention.
He spared nothing in providing me gratification, straining to meet my hungry mound. He closed the distance between our bodies, covering my quivering stomach with his flat, hairy one. I trembled as his rough textures enveloped mine. Those dark brown pupils of his were trained on me, measuring the pleasure I took from all that he did.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," I whimpered, receiving the solid brunt of his excitement. He sank far into my cunt. I squeezed that cock with all the muscles at my command. I gave him a luscious massage, eagerly enclosing that shaft. Sizzling friction resulted. I could see the delightful repercussion it bore. His expression went blank as he was surrounded by hot squish. His mouth dropped open, uttering unintelligible sounds. He couldn't possibly be in possession of his faculties, not with my pussy wrapped securely to him. Did he believe he could usurp my control over the situation with his pleasure-giving thrusts?
I couldn't help but cup one of those flexing buns of his. In a flight of abandon, I assisted him in his feverish strokes. He was fully energized as his belly slapped to mine. I dug my heels into the mattress and elevated my pussy to meet the press of his cock. My lips curved as I gobbled him whole.
"Oh, baby," he cried hoarsely, visibly overcome.
I smiled at the progress I made-even with that big dick slicing into me. It wasn't amazing to me that a woman of my vast experience could harness his sexual energies to tame a man ten years my junior. Even with all his fucking around, he couldn't have the same amount of sexual wisdom. I wasn't merely a receptacle for his cock-I was the outlet that supervised his pleasure.
Very slowly, I guided him onto his back. This change in position wasn't easily orchestrated. Rob gave some resistance in wishing to remain on top, but my persistence won out. I let my inspiring touch direct him. He continued to pump me, but without the authority he once had.
My tits, previously billowed across my chest, now hung over his face. My nipples beckoned for his lips; once he caught sight of them, they never left his range. His long, thick fingers spanned them, then brought my two swollen nuggets to a point. After aligning them, he stuffed both into his mouth and gave them an extended, hearty suck.
"Oh, yeah," I whispered huskily. "Suck them, baby. Suck them good."
We were still deeply connected. His cock stood high in my pussy, keeping my inner walls significantly spread. I humped him, enjoying the slide of that lumbering dick. Ohhhhhhhhh. I felt his heavy throb as he pushed in and out of my drenched cunt. Even for twenty-two, he was all man in my book. Ohhhhhhhh. He knew how to use that thing to full effect.
I rose as sharply as I could without separating from him, then came down until my ass was smashed against his balls. Ohhhhhhhhh. He was jammed in my snatch, all ten inches. Rob had the necessary equipment to please a woman. Rhythmically, I climbed and dropped on his lap, watching the flush gather in his cheeks and listening to his exhilarated groan. My grabbing pussy took the wind out of his lungs. Again and again, I covered him with my cock-obliging lips.
Turning, I could see his toes curling as my cunt swallowed him whole. His long, hairy legs were propped behind my back, the tendons straining as I straddle-fucked his brains out. The sheets rustled beneath us as I rode him to ecstasy.
Ginger wasn't to stay idle for long. I'm sure my seizing control had some effect on her. She first attempted to join in by sucking on my tits; the flutter of her lips was effective in escalating my moan. She nibbled sweetly on my nipple, offering a distinct variance from the manly push of Rob's cock. My cries of passion were resonant as she puckered me. Rob's hungry fingers eventually displaced her oral grasp. He clearly wanted to receive benefit of my inflamed nubs.
Her mouth was next felt at the base of Rob's cock. She arranged herself between his legs and behind me, extending her silken tongue. The second I felt that splendid tip graze my juicy rim as it enclosed Rob's thick stem, I cried out in joy. Ginger applied suction to accentuate our union. Even Rob was delightfully caught by surprise at her expertise. Her next several licks were devoted to our pleasure. She remained constant until we struggled for air. I almost was unable to bear down on Rob's cock, I was that disarmed.
I didn't worry about Rob's cock slipping out of me. No matter how far my pussy traveled up his hard dick, I always managed to send it plunging down its length until his balls virtually buckled. Rob gasped heatedly as I encased every bit of him in my warm, pleasurable squish.
Ginger succeeded in offering challenge. Bubbles of saliva formed wherever she stationed her lips. I quivered as they streamed over my exposed opening when Rob entered me. I'm sure he carried most of it into my pussy as he plunged between my sodden lips. I was also convinced Ginger's spit smoldered against his cock's skin. The constant rubbing of cock and pussy would inevitably start a raging fire; with the addition of saliva, it would-likely become an inferno.
"Oh, yeah, baby," Rob muttered. "Lick my balls. Yeah. Suck them into your mouth. Oh, Jesus-"
The slobbering noises Ginger made heightened my awareness of what she was doing. I watched as Rob's features intensified. Between the two of us, we were going to make him cum like he never had before.
Abruptly, Rob disengaged himself. My pussy felt alarmingly empty as he pulled out. His dick, all juicy from my snatch, was quickly stuffed into Ginger's available mouth.
"Gonna ride your face, baby," Rob grunted, charging into her willing orifice. "Suck on it. You wanted it so bad. Couldn't wait until I finished fucking your competition."
Without his dick being crammed deep into my pussy, I was able to view what transpired. I saw Ginger's ecstatic face between my legs while Rob crammed himself into her lips. Watching him fuck her mouth was so much a turn-on, I had to jiggle myself. My finger went over my clit in a flash and effected a steady massage.
"Ohhhhhhhh," I gasped, admitting those jolting tingles into my system. I undulated against Rob, letting the coarseness of his chest excite my nipples. I fondled his biceps and shivered against his hair-rough thighs. He seemed aware of my silken body, for he murmured his approval.
Ginger's lips, however, dominated his concentration. From the sturdy suck she administered, she wasn't about to surrender him to me. He'd been in my pussy-to her, that much stimulation should have been sufficient. The wriggle of her lips and gulps she took practically guaranteed his explosion would occur within her cheeks.
"Oh, fuck," Rob gasped, driving his shaft through that clenched opening. We could both see how wet his cock was from getting sucked.
Rob, once again, surprised us with his ability to quickly alter our physical arrangement. He dragged himself out of Ginger's mouth, dripping with her saliva, then swung her until she was at her original spot beside me. She let out a startled cry as he moved her into position.
"Let's see if that pussy is as hot as that mouth," he said, grasping her ankles and hooking her legs over his shoulders. I watched as his cock sank into her sopping cunt.
"Oh, my-God!" she whimpered, taking him in one thrust. She had no choice. Rob's hungry blow occurred with speed. Her chin went up and her head pressed into the pillow. Her fingers clawed as he smacked into her pussy.
"Oh, yeah," he confirmed, fitting himself into that nectar-rich opening. "It is just as hot." He proceeded to fuck her with an appetite that grew in ferocity. I watched as that muscled butt of his tensed as he plowed into her. I was fascinated by the might with which he pumped her. He looked totally unstoppable, absolutely vital in the manner he went at it. "This is what I call a real party: doing two chicks at once. Did you girls think you were going to see this much action? I've got plenty in me for both of you."
"Oh, Robbie-" she moaned, with her head thumping into the pillow. Her eyes were shut, her mouth twisted as he shoved his way into her warm pussy. I heard his balls slap her velvet skin as she took him deep. "Ohhhhhhhhh. God, you're so hard."
"Want me to stop?" he asked in the middle of pounding her.
"No," she whimpered, clutching him to her. "No, don't stop. Harder. Oh, God. Harder-"
Rob obliged her. Ginger promptly submitted to him, spreading her legs wide. Her struggle for air was second to the contest of holding him in her pussy. Rob jammed that huge cock through her cunt lips as though her flesh scorched him; he didn't let himself savor their serviceability. He made her ass bounce off the bed as he charged into her. Even when she was jarred by the impact, she still brought that snatch right back to his cock for more of the same.
"Can't get enough of my tight pussy, can you, cowboy?" she sassed, after having grown accustomed to his brand of fucking. "Ohhhhhhhhh. You sure like packing in every last inch. There's so much down there to work with. Oh yeah. Ohhhhhhhhh. Fuck me with that big dick. Yeah. Fuck me good and hard. Stroke my pussy with that sweet cock. Ohhhhhhhh. More. Yeah, more."
I didn't think Rob paid much concern. He seemed thoroughly involved in his own needs, given the slant of his eyes, the slack jaw and the quiver in his expression. Being buried in cunt obviously affected him. I was fairly certain Ginger would find the means within herself to achieve orgasm, even without his conscious effort.
I dis-liked my passive role-it was unrelated to my true character. Switching places with Ginger would be ideal. Ginger, contrarily, didn't seem as inclined. Wrapping her legs securely to his waist, I perceived her message: do not disturb. That was advice I intended not to follow.
Fortunately, Ginger didn't seem like she was going to last much longer.
"Oh, Robbie, it's so hard, going straight to the bottom-ohhhhhhhhh!" Ginger rolled her eyes upward while rolling the tip of her tongue along her lips. "Oh, baby. Your dick feels like a rock. Jesus. Ohhhhhhhhh." Her hips moved in synch with his, reaching up to catch to his cock. "Ohhhhhhhhh."
I enveloped one of her nipples and began sucking it. Rob watched me while he worked her wet pussy. Ginger sobbed with delight, receiving physical elation from two distinct sources. That luscious little nub was soaked in my drool. I pulled on it with my lips, encouraging its further growth, while Rob jammed himself between her hot legs. Once again, I raised his ire at having to compete with me. Perhaps now, more than ever, he perceived me as a threat to his skills in bed. I think he realized I could make Ginger cum as hard-or harder-using female intuition.
The ego of a twenty-two-year-old man was no problem for me. I could summon unflagging desire just as easily, with a mind-rending outcome.
Rob's answer was to fuck Ginger with everything he had. Their groins smacked together in wet profusion. She moaned as he crammed all ten inches into her pussy, urging her to cum. The determination in his expression was stirring. Even I felt the power of his arousal. I felt the burrowing pressure of his cock bidding Ginger's surrender. That long, heavy shaft of his grinding against her clit had to be exacting its toll. After enduring his steady strokes, she had little choice but to comply. The replacement of labored breathing over fevered dialogue forwarded that conclusion.
Ginger's fingers dug into his back. Her trembling hand and arching back pronounced her beyond the point of return. Rob pumped her without intermission, charging her slick body with excitement. He wasn't going to stop until her fulfillment was complete.
"Come on, baby," he encouraged, ramming her with that bone-solid cock. It slipped in and out of her moist pussy with juicy results. "Come on-"
Ginger clenched her teeth. "Ohhhhhhhh-" She went momentarily numb, then began jerking frantically beneath him as though reaching for the impossible. "Ohhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhh!"
"That's it, baby," he muttered, feeding her his stiff thing through her bedlam of contractions. "Cum around my dick. Cum for me. Yeah."
Rob appeared to relax with weight, causing them both to sink into the mattress. Ginger was oblivious to it, shuddering with orgasm. Her beautiful face was gnarled with the contortions of lust. After waiting out the last of them, Rob slowly detached himself and flipped onto his back. His cock, smeared with Ginger's juices, was up and ready for me.
"Okay, baby, get on me," he instructed. "Let's see if you can make me cum."
I climbed over that sweat-drenched body, brimming with confidence. "It won't take much."
"Oh yeah?" he sniffed, recognizing my dare. "Think I can't do you first?"
"You're such a punk," I sighed, mounting him. My pussy was primed for that big cock. I might have been initially disarmed by the-likes of Rob Bloom, but after spending a little time in bed, I knew how to handle him. "I'll teach you something, cowboy. A lesson in respect."
He wasn't the least smug as I lowered my soaked cunt over his dick. In fact, I caught him bracing himself for the heat I generated. Our connection was both tingly and tight. He couldn't complain about a single thing, with the possible exception his cock couldn't breathe.
"Jesus," he muttered hoarsely, as I gained control of his senses. He was ill-prepared for the clutch of my muscles. Although he was inside me before, I hadn't exerted them. "Oh, baby, what are you doing to me?"
"Fucking your brains out," I sassed, rocking against that deliciously muscled frame. "Oh, yeah. Let's see if you can manage five minutes, cowboy. Let's see what kind of shape you're in."
"Uhhhhhhhhhh," he groaned, feeling my slick walls massage his cock. "Oh, baby. That feels good. So fucking good."
"Damn right." I humped him with unvarying strokes. I watched his defiant expression wither beneath my sapping force. He realized he was no match. My excitement was building, too; I wasn't totally immune to the sensations that raced through my body. Rob was turning me on with that huge cock. I let my fingertips swirl through the dense covering of his chest. I found his nipples and tweaked them.
"Oh, fuck," he muttered, depressing his head to the pillow. The air rushed out of him as I brought my clinging pussy to and from his solid shaft. The skin of his cock strained to enclose his inner uproar. His large hands were fastened about my waist, guiding my subsequent descent. "Oh, yeah, baby, fuck me. Fuck my big thing. Bring that hot pussy all the way down. Yeah. Cover me with that sweet squish. Ahhhhhhhhhh. Tuck me into that warm snatch."
Ginger moaned next to him, stirring from her trance. Rob had worn her out after fucking her the way he did. She watched me straddled upon him, working his cock. Automatically, she fondled her own clit. The little finger provoked that little pebble of flesh to a throbbing state. Her soft moans filled the room, eclipsed only by Rob's hoarseness.
I slammed myself to Rob, feeling his cock reach far into my pussy. I moaned, enjoying the burden of containing it. Ohhhhhhhh. Reaching behind, I scooped up his balls. I traced the heavy wedge of man flesh entering my pussy. Rob pushed himself high into me, making me feel the ache of his enjoyment. I sobbed, knowing if I abandoned control, I could cum in a flash.
I refused to surrender to that impulse. I sank myself on him, feeling his balls smashed against my ass, then ascended until all but his sodden cockhead remained in my pussy. Rob gulped air, fighting to maintain his senses, but I caused their loss with my sudden drop.
"Uggghhhhh," he groaned, enveloped in my baking cunt.
"Yeah," I cried, humping him fast and furiously. "You can't stop yourself, baby. You're going to explode-"
Rob's face reddened in denial, combating the reflex I instilled. Dragging air into his lungs, I saw he was unable to curb it.
"Cum in me," I moaned. "Cum in me-"
"Uggghhhhh! Uggghhhhh! Uggghhhhh!"
I smiled at the hot collection in my pussy. His cum gushed with fury. I was able to enjoy his powerful reaction to my pleasure-giving pussy for only a few moments before I was overwhelmed, too. The contractions caused me to pitch on top of him. Their effect was dizzying.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," I whimpered, giving myself this opportunity to savor him. He might have been cocky, but he was good. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!"
I collapsed from him, only to be welcomed into Ginger's waiting arms. She kissed me all over, stirring me with her lips. I murmured approval as I submitted to her fresh hunger.
CHAPTER TWO
There was a package waiting for me in the lobby. Gus sent it via special courier. I wrinkled my nose at. Apparently, my old friend was calling in additional favors.
I balanced it with the two coffees I'd bought at the snack shop. The door to Rob's room was left ajar in anticipation of my breakfast offering. I figured something powerful was needed to revive him. We spent quite a night together. After a second round of sex, Rob finally collapsed from exhaustion. Ginger had long since given out on us. I slipped her a fifty and got her to scram. The last thing I wanted was an ugly scene. Ginger must have sensed my arriving on the scene was more than a chance meeting. She quickly agreed to my terms and split.
Rob was curled up in bed, out of commission. I smirked, recalling his defiance. Hmmmmmmm. It didn't take much, did it? I often wished I could afford the luxury of sleep. My hectic schedule had forced me to function on a mere five hours. I'd discovered that less sleep kept my mind sharp, my skills intact.
I ripped open the envelope, cursing Gus. He knew of my whereabouts because of my call the night before, prior to my entering Rob's room. I hadn't expected to fuck the guy; it was going to be a quick wrap-up. How was I to know Rob was going to be so irresistible?
The note and accompanying photographs drew my attention. Naturally, I was being assigned a new case. The delectable redhead made my mouth water. Gus probably knew I wouldn't decline after studying her. Although the picture was merely a head shot, I was given a tempting glimpse at those tits. Jesus, the girl was stacked. I followed the line of her cleavage and wanted to see more.
"Call me as soon as you can," Gus wrote.
My lips curved. The bastard knew which buttons to press.
Her address was given at the bottom. She was only a few miles away. It figured that Gus would keep me busy while I was out west. What a coincidence Rob Bloom's journey took him as far as Reno, Nevada. Since Gus was at least springing for my traveling expenses, he saw no reason not to work in a little side job.
I grabbed the phone and punched out his number. After a few rings, Gus's raspy voice came on the line. He recognized me from my breathing.
"So, you got my package," he heckled.
"Fuck you," I sassed. "Be nice to me. I found your boy."
"Is he still a virgin?"
Rob, turning on his other side, offered me an unobstructed view of his virile profile. My comment might have been different, but as I crossed my leg over my knee, I suffered an ache deep in my pussy. "Oww! You gotta be kidding me. Now, tell me about this girl. What gives?"
"Her brother called me the day before, mentioning he was worried about her. Seems she's mixing with bad company. He's beginning to suspect she's involved with someone from the mob."
I shrugged, taking a closer look at that gorgeous face. "Big deal. Is she having herself a good time?"
"She won't say. She's denied her brother's charges, yet she's been seen getting picked up a few nights each week by a black limousine."
"How would he know that?"
"An elderly relative upstairs from her apartment mentioned it to him."
"Hmmmmmmm. She's been spied upon? Obviously, she's no stranger to the fast lane."
"You're not supposed to make those kinds of conclusions, Honey. You're supposed to find out what gives with the girl."
I sighed. "So, I find out she's shacking up with some mobster-big deal! What's her brother going to do: call the cops?"
"Do you want the case?"
"Does it pay good?"
"You owe me."
"Bullshit. I found Rob for you. I'm out of debt."
"Are you forgetting I saved your ass two months ago? You'd be sitting in jail if I didn't call in a few favors."
Gus had a long memory. I'd been a little sloppy on one case and got caught trespassing. It took a lot of imagine talk to wriggle my way out of it. Gus was extremely helpful in averting disaster. Before being my dispatcher, he had been a friend first. "Okay, I'll check it out. But remember, this squares us."
"Who's that?" Rob asked as I put down the phone.
"Nobody." I strolled over to him, extending a cup of coffee. "This ought to recharge your battery."
He grinned, sitting up. "You're reading my mind, baby. I like getting served in bed."
"Sorry, pal. Coffee's the only thing you get for breakfast."
He gestured to his cock. "Sure you don't want a little cream with it?"
"Fat chance. We've got to blow this pop stand. I've got me a new assignment."
He flinched. "What are you talking about?"
I took a sip of my coffee and winced. Christ, it was bitter. "I'm a private investigator. Your father contracted me to find you. Guess what: you're found. It's off to Ohio for you."
Rob's eyes narrowed. "Bullshit."
"Come on, doll. Don't give me shit. So far, you've been a good boy." I couldn't resist the temptation to run my fingers over my mound. "Mmmmmm. In fact, you get a star-if you know what I mean."
"I'm supposed to go to Hollywood. I'm going to be in the movies."
I waved my hand. "You're wasting your time. Do you know how many guys like you I hear that crap from? The competition is tough. You don't stand a chance."
"How can you say that?" he sneered. "What makes you an expert?"
I grinned. "In my line of business, you rub elbows with lots of people. I've met thousands. Everybody wants to be a star. Figure on a ton of ass-kissing, and even that might buy you a shot of stunt-cock work in a fuck film."
Rob snarled, "My father's paying you to tell me that. He wants me to learn the ropes at his company so I can take charge."
"So what's the problem?" I took another sip of the coffee, made a face, then tossed it into the sink. The stuff tasted like battery acid. "At least you'll be set. I wish my old man did something nice like that for me: executive position, nice office, and a secretary with a pair of big tits, who would come park her butt on my desk and take dictation. Whew! What the hell are you complaining about?"
Rob plainly wasn't buying into the concept, from the set of his features. He was getting more pissed by the moment. "You just sashayed into my room last night and pretended to be some bimbo looking to get laid."
"Robbie, Robbie," I sighed, anchoring a hand to my hip. "Let's not get personal. Bimbo? Me? Them's fighting words." I caressed his face, letting him savor my feathery touch. "As far as the fucking goes-hey, it comes with the territory. Enjoy. It's part of doing business, even when I least expect it."
"You didn't barge in with that intention?"
I shrugged. "Okay, so you two got to me. I couldn't help myself. Shoot me! I'm only human."
He shook his head with disgust. "I can't believe my father would hire a private dick to track me down."
"I wouldn't exactly label myself a dick." I bent down and planted a hot, sexy kiss on his lips. Even the friction I sensed between us couldn't reduce the surge of heat. I gave him a little tongue. Grudgingly, he accepted my sneaky tip into his mouth. His resulting groan informed me the fight was over. "Now," I mentioned in a seductive tone, "can you tell the difference? Was that a dick you just tasted?"
He couldn't resist from getting in one last dig. "I suppose you, of all people, would be an expert at knowing."
I felt like cracking this guy, but held my temper in check. He was getting to be a big pain in my ass. "Do me a favor, pumpkin. Get into your clothes. I'll go pay for our rooms."
"Do you plan to bill my dad?"
I giggled, then tapped his nose with my fingernail. "Smart boy. You do have something upstairs, contrary to popular vote. See you in five minutes."
"No fucking way! Do you take me for a fool? Did you think I'd stick around until your cute little ass came bouncing through that door?"
I was confused. Was he giving me a hard time, or tossing me compliments. "Robbie," I said calmly, "I expect you to follow instructions."
"And what will you do if I don't?" he taunted. "Kick my ass?"
"Believe me, that thought has crossed my mind."
Rob surrendered no ground. He was blatantly defiant. Making no motion to get out of bed, he simply leaned back against his nest of pillows, resembling beefcake of the month. That broad, hairy chest was appetizing, as well as the rest of his developed body. His raised thigh blocked my view of his cock. He left me hanging as to whether he was hard and if all this tormenting was merely a gamble on his part to slip in one last fuck.
Goddamn it! Why did I have to be arguing with a naked guy at ten in the morning?
"You've got five minutes, doll," I warned him. "I want to see you dressed when I get back."
"Fat chance."
He really got me fuming. I definitely lost my cool-which doesn't happen often. Generally, I can handle just about any type of person, but Rob Bloom was in a category of his own. I strutted over to him, smoothed his cheek, then reared back and gave him a good crack.
"Don't fuck me with me, pal," I snapped, threat oozing from my tone.
He caught my wrist in a steel grip. I didn't anticipate retaliation. "Bitch," he muttered. His hand went over the top of my head and pressed down. I saw the twitch in his cock. He was only semi-erect. Our little tiff stimulated him. He shoved my face within an inch of that monster and held it there. "Blow me. That's what you're going to do-suck on my dick."
Although I heard the hostility, there was no further force employed to have me comply. He waited for the answer of my saliva-rich tip.
Getting that close to it always gets my juices going. I might even find the strength to take a pass, but Robbie was an exception. That masculine piece of flesh hanging between his legs left an indelible impression from the previous night. I recalled the pleasure it gave me-getting huge and running torturously through my cunt. Every thrust, every whack had filled me with ecstasy.
I forgot the indentations to my skull when I lowered my mouth to his cock. I lapped him eagerly, without his issuing another command. Mmmmmmmmmmm. My tongue glided lovingly over his thing. I detected urgent tremors and felt him expand. He lengthened quickly at my ardent dabs. That delectable bulb was encompassed by my lips. I sucked hard on him, urging him to grow. His gasps from above signalled a change in attitude. No longer did I discern hostility. He received enjoyment from my mouthing. After baking in my oral heat another minute, he swelled to full size. His cock transformed into that ten-inch beast I had spent the night with.
I slid onto the bed, between his legs, and positioned myself for comfort. Rob grunted as my lips sank over his erect cock. His hoarse intake of air indicated resignation as well. Perhaps his initial order to be sucked was only a dare; now that I had him trapped inside my lips, coated with bubbles of saliva, no option existed beyond submitting to my hot gulping force. He, alone, was responsible for what took place.
"Christ," he grunted, witnessing the disappearance of his cock in my face. Those dark pupils strained to capture every section I engulfed. My mouth, descending his shaft, was his ticket to heaven. I sensed his irritation for my scheme ebb; nothing except outright satisfaction seemed to exist. Even after he was fully encased, I felt him getting larger. "Oh, God-what are you doing to me, baby?"
I briefly detached my lips. "This is just to prove last night was no accident. I really enjoyed fucking you." I vented my aroused breath over his stiff cock. My saliva trickled down its magnificent swell. "I never accept money for this kind of service; I give it on my own time."
Rob wasn't offered the chance for rebuttal. My mouth opened and I took him in a greedy suck. He choked on what little air he managed to drag into his lungs. His long fingers spanned my head, attempting to wrest control of my impetuous mouthfuls. I resisted. He was in no shape to rule. He couldn't possibly have the presence of mind to navigate the placement of my clenched lips. My oral assault knocked him breathless. "Ahhhhhhhhh."
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," I sobbed, gobbling him to the base. I didn't worry about gagging; once that plump head hit the roof of my mouth, I fluently steered it into my throat. "Mmmmmmmmm."
Once his dick was sufficiently soaked, I worked on his balls. My tongue circulated to every dry area, administering a sizzling coat of saliva. I tasted some of my remnant juices, along with Ginger's. The memory of fucking her with my tongue was one I intended to keep. She was wildly receptive to each slurp, each lashing, oozing nectar into my mouth.
"Yeah, baby. Lick those balls."
"Mmmmmmmm." I wondered if he had replenished his cum supply; between the two of us girls, I believed we drained him. An inquisitive grope proved inconclusive.
When Rob couldn't handle any more of my ball torture, I returned to his shaft. I traced the heavy vein along the underside, preparing it for lip-squeezing agony. I lapped him from top to bottom, giving him the shakes. His enthusiasm to be sucked was visible in his expression. He could barely wait to get that dick in my mouth.
Rob's cock was a thriving, pulsating machine. His tremors were real against my lips. I bore down on him, experiencing his thrill. I didn't spend nearly as much time blowing him the night before as Ginger; she was devoted to giving him oral pleasure. I might have bestowed him an occasional lick, but she was quick to swallow him. Her sucking lips seemed designed to make him totally rigid before his cock sliced into my hot pussy. She deliberately brought him to teaming hardness several times in anticipation of his penetrating me. I recalled crying out in splendor as that bone-solid monstrosity pushed into my cunt, grinding against my horny clit. That clever little bitch promoted a degree of excitement neither Rob nor I were set to process.
My clasping lips and weaving fingers were agents of pleasure; between the two, I managed to catch more of Rob than he expected. I sucked long and hard on his dick, urging him to cum. His explosion would definitely occur in my mouth. After fucking his brains out all night, my pussy needed a rest.
"Uhhhhhh," Rob muttered. "Run your tongue all over it. Bring those lips down to my balls. Let me fill that sweet mouth, baby. Oh, yeah, I'm going right down your throat. Ahhhhhh. Feels so good. Swallow me. More. Wrap those lips a little tighter, baby, so I can fuck your mouth-"
I gave him the blow job he dreamed about-the kind that men craved when they paged through a men's magazine while staring at those nude beauties. None of his requests seemed unreasonable. I was quite proud of my head-giving skills; performing deep throat on Rob failed to present a problem. My oral workmanship received unending praise.
Rob's struggle for air seemed legitimate. His every cell registered the charge I sustained. My lips were open to receive each vital thrust. He lifted himself to me, fitting his bulk through hot compression. Mmmmmmmmmm. I sucked on him good and hard, getting the most out of it. I grabbed at that thick shaft, keeping it up with a juicy caress. My adrenaline surged while listening to his sharp intake. We existed on the same erotic plane. Rob anxiously responded to me. He followed each pore and vein I slobbered as my mouth covered him again and again.
I released him for a second. "Did you have enough, cowboy?"
He groaned. "Jesus, don't stop. Finish-" He cupped my head and pushed down.
After having my mouth on that beautiful cock, it was my intention to take every drop he had. I was going to chase the cum right out of him with my slippery tongue. Mmmmmmmmm. I reattached my lips, starting the milking process once again.
"Oh, Honey, you give the best head," he exhaled. "You make my cock so stiff. Oh, yeah-suck it. Jesus. Ahhhhhhhh. Take every last bit. Yeah. Feels so good in your mouth. Want me to shoot in your mouth, or do you want me to save it for your pussy?"
My feverish suck informed him where I wanted him to cum. After a few moments, his head dropped to the pillow and his crotch was shoved at my face. I gulped down that hard dick as quickly as he swung it in my direction.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," I purred, downing his cock in a rush of saliva. "Mmmmmmmm."
"Christ." The rapid descent of my lips brought further babbling. I didn't honestly think he knew how near orgasm he was. His delirium stemmed from the stimulating roll of my tongue and the clamp I applied. I worked my mouth back and forth, tugging at the skin of his cock, sending a flurry of tingles that raced through his nervous system. "Oh, fuck-oh, Honey. Jesus Christ. Don't stop."
Stalling was not my objective in the least. There would be no stopping-not until his load splashed inside my cheeks. I sucked and sucked on his dick, willing those deafening spurts to occur. I scooped up his balls, massaging them gently as I vented mind-numbing suction. My oral friction made short work of his staying power. I braced myself for his explosion.
Absently, his fingers dipped through my blonde curls while he searched for the discipline to continue. The intoxicating embrace of my lips curtailed that effort. My thumbs made shivering circles on his balls as I ate his cock. The prickles I sent him could not be ignored.
"Honey, you're going to make me cum," he gasped. "Gonna make me cum with that incredible mouth-"
"Mmmmmmmmmmm."
"Oh, Christ-ugggghhhh! Ugggghhhhhhh!"
Rob spewed a decent amount. I easily gulped it, hungry for that hot goo. Mmmmmm. It sure tasted good to me. I massaged his balls while swallowing his jism, making sure I drained his supply. When the last spurt left him, he sank weakly to the bed. He appeared to be totally satisfied.
I stared down at him. I sure hoped that took the fight out of him. I certainly didn't need any more hassles. "Guess that proves who's boss around here," I murmured, then gave him a light slap on the ass. "Okay, cowboy, get yourself dressed while I settle the bill."
I doubted he could actually move until I returned. That little demonstration of power definitely earned his respect.
That cute desk clerk was on duty. He gave me a once over after taking my Mastercard. "I'm free in two hours."
I sighed. "Catch you next time. I'm kind of busy."
"Sure I can't change your mind?"
His grin intrigued me, but I couldn't afford another wrinkle in my schedule. "Sorry, doll. You'll have to take a rain check. Next time I pass through, I'll be sure to look you up."
"I hope that's not all you do," he muttered, tossing me a wink.
"Count on it," I winked back, scribbling my signature on the credit slip.
Rob, to my utter astonishment, was dressed and sitting on the bed with his suitcase packed. I gave the guy credit, bouncing back like that. When I walked out of the room, he looked like he needed a respirator.
"Are you ready to say 'hi' to Dad for me?" I asked.
He seemed crestfallen. "Would it be okay if I stayed with you for a few days? I mean, is there a race to get me home?" He lowered his voice to a suggestive level. "Who knows? It might be fun."
I thought about the chick I had to put under surveillance and the distraction Rob would present. "Bad idea."
"I promise not to give you trouble."
I couldn't hide my amusement. "Who do you think you're hosing? You'd give me the slip the first chance you got. No dice. I'm putting you on a plane to Columbus in two hours."
"Come on, Honey," he insisted. "Cut me some slack. I need a day or so to mentally prepare myself for that scene."
I eyed him carefully. "You're not handing me a line of bullshit?"
He shook his head.
"Not trying to pull a fast one?"
"I give you my word."
I sighed. That was probably the only thing I hadn't gotten from him in the past twenty-four hours. "You're lucky things are running kind of tight-I wouldn't be so easy. I'm warning you: give me any hassles and I'll kick your ass."
He chuckled. "Who knows? I might like that."
I laughed, then without preliminary, gave him a kidding smack across the face. "Don't fuck with me. I've got a short fuse."
He felt his cheek. "Okay. I believe you."
Why does everybody have to make my job so tough?
CHAPTER THREE
I managed to get a room in the same building where the girl lived. It was cheap, too. The guy renting the place took one look at my tits and fell in love with me. I flashed him a temperature-raising smile, then "accidentally" brushed him arm for good measure. Believe me: our hormones were talking to each other. I received just as much a thrill from that initial contact. He was tall, blond and wore tight blue jeans; his T-shirt was like a second skin, exhibiting a furry chest. The mustache and beard pronounced him sexy in my book. It was a shame I was with Rob; I would have probably done him right there behind the counter.
Why do I always run into these hunks when I can't afford the time?
"It's just a studio. Will you be needing it for more than a few hours?" the stud asked me, glancing at Rob in the background.
I leaned against him, planting my pair by those impressive biceps. When I tilted my head, my blonde hair swept down my back. "I don't think that will be enough," I sassed.
"Oh, yeah?" he muttered, grinning. "You're going to be sticking around for a while?"
I gave him the once-over. He knew I was interested. "Sure."
"I get off at seven."
"I'll bet you'd like to get off sooner than that."
He lowered his voice to a conspiratorial level. "You aren't teasing me, are you, doll?" When he was sure Rob wasn't looking, he copped a feel. "You ain't no prick tease?"
I let out a husky laugh, enjoying his manly caress. "Only when it suits me. But don't worry, sweetheart. I never start something I can't finish."
He pointed at Rob. "Are you and him.. .you know?"
"Forget it," I giggled, dismissing Rob with a wave of my hand. "That's my brother."
"Brother?" He studied him closely. "How old is he?"
"Twenty-two, I guess."
"I'm the same age." He scratched his head. "You two normally travel together?"
"Not usually." Just as I was about to invent some slick excuse, the girl from the photograph stepped from the elevator. Wow! She was an absolute knockout, even more so in real life. Those big tits barely stayed inside the barriers of her off-the-shoulder blouse, and her hips moved seductively within skintight stretch pants. The spike heels she wore struck a staccato beat on the linoleum. She stopped briefly to gaze at us, whipping that mane of red hair from one shoulder to the other. Her green eyes were like melting emeralds as they made their assessment; fleeting interest registered when she raked them over me. I recognized similar predatory instinct.
"Hi, Luke," she murmured. "Any messages?"
He consulted a list. "Just one from Mike, confirming your appointment."
I made mental notations, as well as snuck a glance at where his finger stopped in the ledger: Debra Hargrove, apartment 305.
She didn't take her leave that instant, but rather sought further information about me in an offhand fashion. "New tenant?" she questioned with a half-smile.
I nodded. "For a while."
She turned to include Rob in her evaluation. "Hmmmmm. Fascinating." Before we could be introduced to one another, a hot-looking brunette entered the lobby. Her gorgeous face recorded surprise at seeing the redhead. The redhead sniffed in her direction, then exited toward the parking lot. The brunette, ostensibly hurt, took the elevator. Dejection seemed to transcend her mood.
"What was all that about?" I asked Luke.
"You don't want to know," he said, reaching inside the drawer for a key.
I decided not to pursue it. Further questioning might have caused him to be suspicious.
He glanced at my signature. "Is your name really Honey?"
"Don't you like it?"
"Sure. It suits you." His appreciative gaze didn't waver. "I hope you like the place. You're going to be next door to the redhead. She's generally quiet, so you shouldn't anticipate any trouble."
My lips curved. This was exactly what I hoped to accomplish. I wondered about the elderly relative that snitched on her. Gus didn't mention whether it was a man or woman. I'd have to give him a call and meet with that person for further details.
Luke didn't readily surrender the keys to me. "Seven o'clock, here?" he asked, setting his condition.
I was amused by his persistence. "We'll see," I whispered, snatching them from his grasp, then added a wink. "Wait around a couple of minutes; being late is an unfortunate habit of mine."
He nodded, studying the shape of my ass in relation to the rest of me. Without question, he liked what he saw. "No problem."
The studio came fully furnished. There was even a VCR and stereo at our disposal. I ran down the street to a movie rental place and got a few videos for Rob. "Here," I announced, stacking them on top of the television. "These ought to keep you busy."
"What the fuck?" he blurted, eyeing the titles. "Sherlock Holmes? Charlie Chan? The Thin Man? Give me a break."
"They're my heros," I mentioned, sliding one into the machine. "When I was a girl, I was a sucker for Nancy Drew."
"I would have figured you for Valley of Dolls," he cracked. "Or perhaps, The Sensuous Woman."
I wasn't the least riled by his comment. "I've got a call to make, then a couple of errands to run. Be a good boy and stay put."
Ten minutes later, I caught him getting involved with Charlie Chan. He actually looked transfixed. I had considered getting him some spicier stuff, but resolved that he would probably want me to suck his cock when I got back. I had enough work ahead of me without that distraction.
Gus didn't have a clue on the elderly relative. "That's the story I got from her brother."
"Maybe I ought to speak to him," I proposed.
"He doesn't want to be incriminated. Your surveillance of his sister is supposed to be top secret."
I rolled my eyes. "Am I supposed to figure out all this stuff with my crystal ball."
"Either that or punt." I sighed. "You're a pain in my ass, Gus."
"Now there's a thought."
"You wish." I slammed down the phone. Big help he was! I decided to perform a little investigation of my own. "I'll be back in a half-hour," I called out to Rob.
Rob didn't even hear me. Charlie Chan was revealing his latest suspicions as to'who might be the murderer. I sniggered, then slipped out before I was noticed.
The building had a fourth floor-its highest level. It was my assumption the elderly relative lived in one of those apartments. It would afford the best view of the parking lot, too, in the event of the limousine's arrival. I realized it was a shot in the dark, but, hey, I had to start somewhere.
Just as I got off the elevator and was about to turn the corner, that sassy brunette we encountered in the lobby leaned out her door. Her dark pupils glowed with recognition after spotting me. Before I could make a peep, she crooked her finger.
What's going on? I wondered, unable to resist her invitation. Intuition told me she had information about Debra Hargrove.
"Hurry, get inside," she whispered urgently to me. "Before someone sees you."
I couldn't understand the hurry, but followed instructions.
She shut the door behind me. "You're Honey Best, aren't you?"
Did my reputation proceed me? "How did you know?"
"I'm the one who called Deb's brother." I raised a brow, then laughed. "You 're the elderly relative?"
"There's a reason for the deception. I didn't want word to circulate that I blew the whistle. Deb's gotten herself in deep trouble, mixing with the wrong crowd. I've placed myself in danger, revealing as much."
"She doesn't appear to be that innocent."
"She's not-anymore."
"Maybe we better sit down and have a talk. None of this seems to jive." This chick confused the hell out of me. I wished she wasn't so hot-her looks were quite disarming. The top she wore was unbuttoned, revealing a very tasty cleavage. I wanted to stick my head in there, but curbed the impulse. I didn't want to scare the girl.
The brunette gestured to her sofa. She certainly lacked modesty as she sat with her legs spread. The miniskirt she wore was hiked up several inches, affording me an appetizing glimpse of her crotch. She wore black satin panties with frilly lace. Mmmmmmmm. I always wanted to rip a pair open with my teeth, but decided I wouldn't fulfill that longstanding fantasy with this girl.
"First off," I mentioned, after joining her, "who are you?"
"Jasmine Skye. Everyone knows me as Jazz."
"What is your relationship with Deb?"
"We were once roommates. We shared a place in Chicago, then moved out this way when Deb's company transferred her."
"You're no longer together?"
Jazz shook her head. "She wanted breathing room. She's been fiercely independent to a fault. Deb always refused to accept help, particularly when the going got rough."
This was beginning to sound a bit like a romance on the skids. Were Jazz and Deb lovers? It excited me to think this stunning babe was into pussy. The thought of her licking me curled my toes and almost put a big smile on my face. I opted not to dwell on the subject in event that wasn't her cup of tea. "Tell me about this boyfriend."
"He's a mobster," Jazz complained. "A hired thug."
"Have you seen him? Can you describe him for me?"
Jazz seemed unwilling to fashion that sketch. Her long, slender fingers flailed, then dropped to her sides. "I've never seen him close up."
"Then how do you know of his background?"
"She bragged about it to me." Jazz reached for my thigh and squeezed it. I didn't quite take it as positive affirmation of sexual preference. "Deb loves to gloat." The bitterness was easy to spot in her tone.
"I expect she takes your friendship for granted," I consoled.
"She's never appreciated anything in her fucking life, the bitch. I gave up a perfectly good job so she wouldn't feel lonely out here." A single tear streamed down her cheek. "She was never like this before the move."
I slid next to her. The second our thighs touched, things got electrical. I could feel the sparks of desire. "Hey, get a grip on yourself. It'll be okay, doll. Don't sweat it."
Jazz's arms went around me. I wasn't prepared for the kiss-or the tongue, for that matter.
Naturally I accepted both with good manners. "Mmmmmmmmmmm."
I suppose, in the back of my mind, I was wondering if this was part of a set-up. That lasted two minutes, tops. Her tongue got me so horny, I put the balance of my questions on hold. Jazz's lips were soft, provoking. She had her hand up my skirt before I could take another breath. Ohhhhhhhhh. My warm, wet pussy was her target. She sank a finger into me, working past my damp panties.
"You're so juicy," she murmured, breaking our passion-rich embrace but a moment. "Jesus, Honey, I can't help myself. I've got to have you."
"It's okay," I whispered, caressing her billowy globe as it reached past the unbutton portion of her blouse. Her tit filled my hand nicely. I thumbed the outline of the nipple, inspiring its growth. The delectable nub swelled through the material. I elicited soft moans as I fondled her. Jazz was a delicious handful.
By endorsing her first, sizzling move, Jazz proceeded more feverishly. She was without conscience, lowering her face between my legs. Pulling back the section of my panties that covered my snatch, she made delightful communication with her tongue. I sank onto my back, overcome by that first, mind-rending slurp.
"Oh, Jazz," I gasped, shivering as that hungry tip dove into me. She sliced right into my hot crevice, dabbing at my juices. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Reviewing my secret thoughts during our discussion, I hadn't expected such fast service. I writhed against the sofa, subdued by the rhythm she effected.
Jazz gulped down my excitement as quickly as it was manufactured. I couldn't help but ooze into that attached mouth. My clit burned at the wriggle of those persistent lips. She teased my love button to a highly disturbed level. My eyes rolled up in their sockets as I was subjected to a flurry of prickling tension.
Although I was glad to have Jazz eat me, I wanted to reciprocate. I didn't want to wait until I spasmed in her gorgeous face; I wanted her now.
We were arranged in a wanton configuration to start, but after a moment's squirming, we changed position. I managed to maneuver myself to her cunt without detaching that pleasure-giving tongue. Jazz must have known of my intent, for she lent assistance. Her thighs went around my face in one fluent motion. Once again, I was of the impression Jazz was no stranger to this form of sexual recreation.
"Eat me," she sobbed. "Suck my pussy."
Jazz's panties were far more elaborate than mine. I wore simple silk; she wore black satin with snaps and frilly lace. Her undergarments were designed for sport. I undid the snaps, then reached in there with my tongue. Her soaked, pink flesh greeted me.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, shuddering as I plunged into hot opening.
My eager tip divided her cunt lips with breathless precision. I traced that succulent barrier, deriving satisfaction from her tortured gasps. Either she had never had her pussy sucked so exquisitely, or it had been a long while since her last session. I was unbothered by either reflection. Her flavor turned me on big time.
Jazz recovered shortly thereafter. Her tongue returned to my pussy, giving it her all. She thrilled me with several uninterrupted moments of intense licking. I sustained a high I didn't think possible for someone of my vast experience. I, in turn, mouthed her until her quivering became almost uncontrolled. Our frenzied laps and arousing scents filled the room.
"More," I whispered, enjoying the commotion between my legs. I held securely to those slim thighs, weathering the storm before descending upon the source of her sweet nectar. "Mmmmmmm. You taste so good, Jazz. Oh yeah."
"Ohhhhhhhh," Jazz whimpered, overwhelmed by my artistic flair. She came up for air, panting while I fucked her with my tongue. "Ohhhhhhhhh. Oh, yes, Honey. Do that. Keep doing that to me. Feels so good."
Her erect nipples dug into my flesh. The sensation was electrifying. Having those big tits thumping against me made me numb.
"Suck it," I commanded, jamming my pussy to her mouth. "Suck it, Jazz."
"Mmmmmmmmmm," she responded, with tip fluttering over every aching part. "Mmmmmmm."
"Ohhhhhhhhh. Oh, Jazz, baby. Yes! Eat me. Make me cum with that hot tongue."
Jazz was quite the expert. She exhibited a style that robbed me of oxygen. Those delicate, knowledgeable fingertips made my pulse race. Her touch was searing. I somehow coped with the rush she afforded so I could retaliate. My subsequent slobberings were a shock to her system. I tongued her long and steady, listening to her drone of ecstasy. Her pussy, warm and willing, consistently came back to my face.
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned. "More, Honey. More!"
"I know where it feels good," I bragged, giving her more of the same. She loved every stroke. Her cunt got even more juicy, reacting from my slippery tongue. "Oh, yeah, Jazz. Let me eat it. Let me suck your pussy."
Jazz didn't last much longer. She came, smearing my cheeks and nose with her drippings. Her squeals stirred me. "Oh, Honey. Ohhhhhhhhh! Oh, God! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm cumming, Honey, I'm cumming-"
She was tough to keep steady, jerking about, but I cupped her shapely buttocks and fed from her quivering mound. If she thought orgasm would stop me, she was wrong. I planned on making her cum several times.
When her final throes ended, Jazz went down on me with startling energy. Her tongue sank into my cunt so deeply, I trembled. While I assumed her strength had flagged, she was merely warming up to the task. She began licking me as though nothing short of my orgasm would bring her satisfaction. I quickly answered those frantic slurps, letting pussy and tongue join in heated battle. Stale air was trapped in my lungs. I got dizzy, ablaze with sweltering desire.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," I whimpered, opening my legs to receive that hot, thrusting tongue. Adrenaline pumped madly through my veins as she speared through juicy tissue. Jesus, she was good. Each successive lash and nibble augmented her command. I almost lost it when she attacked my clit. Her blistering pucker more than sapped my strength. I clawed my nails, then plunged them into the sofa. "Oh, God-"
"Mmmmmmmmm," she vibrated through my soppage.
I was completely in her power. I gave myself over to the pleasuring suck she vented. I tried to go down on her again, but failed. The yearning, building between my legs and extending to every vessel, destroyed that impulse.
I arched my back, then shoved my pussy in her face. I moved my hips frantically to heighten gratification. Her saliva-drenched lips vigorously rubbed my cunt flesh, sending me into orbit. At last, I went over the edge. I came, right in the bitch's face.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," I moaned, shuddering with orgasm. "Ohhhhhhh! Oh Jazz, baby. Yes! Ohhhhh!" Jazz took my deafening cries as a positive sign.
She took a moment to savor my joy. "No wonder you call yourself Honey. Your taste says it all."
My lips curved. "That was incredible."
Purring, she massaged her pussy. "You didn't do a bad job yourself."
She looked so happy, I almost felt guilty about returning to the thread of mission: Debra Hargrove and her whereabouts. "Do you have a clue as to where Deb goes at night?"
Jazz flinched. She hadn't expected a revisitation of the topic this soon. "No, I've only seen the limousine."
"That's all you've reported to her brother?"
She nodded.
"I don't get it. You're convinced he's affiliated with the Mob and that he's bringing her to some mysterious place."
"Remember, I'm going by what she's told me. I assume he's taking her to his place."
"I guess I'll have to figure out where that is-and what they do there."
"Will you photograph them?"
I smiled. "In living color. And if you're a good girl, I'll show you the pictures before I send them off to her brother."
"I don't know if I want to see them."
Her pained expression reinforced my theory they were sexually involved. After spending the last twenty minutes against her tongue, I didn't doubt it for a minute. Jazz's stake in the investigation stemmed from jealousy. I imagined she got Debra
Hargrove's brother hopping mad over the incident with the gangster, but deleted all mention of their female mischief.
"What time does the limo arrive?" I asked.
"Around eight."
"You've never tried to follow them?"
She shivered. "Deb would spot me in a minute. Besides, I'm afraid of what she'd have her bloodthirsty mobster boyfriend do."
I giggled. So they send me, the "dumb twat," to piece it together. If I wasn't obligated to do this for Gus, I'd charge him a fortune.
"Okay," I sighed. "I'll keep an eye out at eight."
CHAPTER FOUR
"Jesus, what time is it?" I snapped.
Rob checked his watch. "Quarter to nine."
I leaned back in my seat and let out a sigh. We were sitting in the parking lot in my car, shrouded in darkness, anticipating Debra Hargrove's arrival. Thus far, the lady did not show. I expected her to be fashionably late, but this was getting ridiculous. Jazz told me eight o'clock was departure time. "What the hell is she doing?" I bitched. "Blow-drying her crotch?"
Rob's arm went around me. The pressure he exerted divulged his mood. "If you start talking like that, you're going to give me a hard-on."
"Ha! As if you don't already have one." I crossed my hot set of legs. I guessed I should have had my head examined for wearing a leather miniskirt in the car with him; it probably gave him plenty of ideas. My tits were basically hanging out of my blouse, too. I should have thrown on something less showing, but, hey-I got busy.
Rob planted his hand on my knee. From there, I could tell it was about to make a one-way stop under my skirt. Those long, thick fingers started to travel in that direction. "Let's take a break, okay, Honey?"
I whirled upon him, piping mad. "Let's get something straight. I asked you to tag along because I might need your help. What I don't need is a pain in the ass, or to rip off a quickie in the car. Do we understand each other?"
He chuckled. "Man, you're one serious bitch, you know that, Honey? I never met another chick with the pair of balls you've got."
"Flattery will get you nowhere." I resumed my study of the building's back entrance. I prayed she did not recognize us when she made her exit. The sparks between us were considerable in our initial meeting. I'll admit, it was difficult to get her saucy looks out of my head. Mmmmmmmmmm, what a dish she was.
Debra Hargrove must have perceived my vibrations, for she swung out of the door a second later. From her set of her features, I figured she had just quarreled with someone. I thought of her torrid relationship with Jazz, and assumed they had a little spat. Hmmmmmm. I'd have to ask her about it. Meanwhile, Debra stomped in our direction without noticing me. If she got any closer, I'd blow my cover.
"Hurry up." I turned to Rob. "Kiss me."
"What?"
"You know. Pretend we're making out."
"I don't need to pretend to do that," he said with a smirk. He took me into a hot embrace. My lips were welded to his mouth. To make it look good, I gave him some tongue. Mmmmmmmmmm. Rob was a great kisser. He smoothed his hand over my back and pulled me nearer. My tits were smashed against his chest. Although this was supposed to be for show, he got me excited. The erection of my nipples couldn't be helped; they reacted to the firmness of Rob's body. In a daze, my hand swept to his thigh and squeezed. Compact muscle was found. Mmmmmmmmm. I remembered sitting on those hair-rough thighs, shoving my pussy at his stiff cock. I didn't want to haul out my entire collection of memories-it would have gotten me too horny-but thinking about how solid Rob was prompted them. We generated a ton of heat. Ohhhhhhhhh. Wrapped in his arms, I realized I'd been spending too much of my time with women; I had to devote a little to men. A man offered a rougher, tastier kind of satisfaction.
Our tongues played. Exquisite communication was made. I wove around his, toying with the urgency he attempted to impose, then gradually got caught up in my own game. I got wet from being held so tenderly. Jesus, the guy had a true talent for this sort of thing.
I lost track of the time-that kiss made me dizzy. Whew! Separating myself from Rob was tough, but I had to keep an eye on Debra. Quickly, I stripped those fogged emotions and glanced out the side window. Debra was standing across the way, her back to us. Apparently, our camouflage routine worked.
"Hey," he murmured, reaching for me. "Come back here."
"Don't bug me," I said, swatting his hand.
Debra paced back and forth, flashing those hot legs of hers. She was wearing spikes. Her gams were an enormous thrill; I stared at them until I nearly broke into a sweat. I imagined her thighs wrapped around my head. Mmmmmmmmm. My mouth would make a dive for her sweat beaver.
I should have known Rob would try a sneak attack. That kiss we had just enjoyed very-likely left him in a bad way. A second later, I heard his zipper open.
"Put it away," I murmured, trying to watch Debra. "Can't you see I'm working a case, for crissake?"
He did no such thing. A second later, he took my hand and put it between his legs. His cock throbbed in my fist. Wow-when that thing got big, it got big.
By a mere thread was I able to disguise my emotions. That hard dick bore a powerful reaction to my hormones. "I can't do two things at once," I said.
"Then concentrate on one at a time."
Fuck! I should have bought a blow-up doll and sat it beside me instead of using him. At least we wouldn't have been having this conversation. He squeezed my hand, forcing me to acknowledge the pulsations in his cock. "Excuse me." I jerked from his grasp, "I'm sort of busy here."
"Come on, Honey. I'm all worked up." He nuzzled my ear. "At least put it in your mouth. A little sucking is all it'll take. I'll cum quick."
I was about to give him an elbow in the ribs, but the limo pulled into the parking lot. Jesus Christ! It was happening! Debra Hargrove was about to be picked up. Within seconds, it stopped in front of her. Debra, however, wasn't eager to hop into it. Her arms were crossed in front of her. Defiance blared from her gorgeous face. She was pissed!
Hmmmmmmm. Now I began to wonder if Jazz was genuinely behind her irritation. Just because she ate me didn't mean she had a thing for Debra. I had to stop putting everything in a sexual context. I blamed it on my upbringing with Freud. People didn't always do things because they were horny; some were just plain stupid.
Meanwhile, Rob had ideas of his own. He lifted up my skirt. I was too involved in watching Debra to care, but when I felt my panties getting tugged down, I figured it was time to put my foot down. "Cut it out!"
"Hmmmmmmm?" he breathed against my ear. My panties inched a bit further down my butt.
"I wouldn't do that, if I were you. It'll cost you big time."
"You're so fucking hot, Honey. Jesus. A man could go crazy. And that ass, that sweet ass!
"Forget it." I tried pushing him away, but Rob wasn't having any. I couldn't spend too much time fighting him-Debra was my objective. Before I knew it, the hard wedge of his cock jabbed at my pussy from behind. "For crissake, I'm gonna have to haul your ass outside and dump you! Now-oh, my God!" He sank in a tad further, sending a shiver down my spine. "Mmmmmmmm. Ohhhhhhhhh. Oh, my God! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. On second thought, maybe you had better not stop."
"There you go, Honey," he muttered, fitting himself into me. He lifted my ass and spread me open. "That's my girl. See, you really wanted it."
This was insanity. I shouldn't be fucking Rob in the car-I was supposed to observe Debra, then follow her. After feeling that rigid cock slide into me, I changed my mind. Maybe we would rip off a quickie. What the hell, Debra might have the driver cooling his heels for another five minutes. The limo just sat there.
Rob pulled me onto his lap. Oh, yeah-there was a whole lot of cock to sit on. His big thing went up my pussy as though it actually belonged there. Feeling it pry my cunt lips apart brought shivering ecstasy. My back rested against his chest, with my tits hanging over the dashboard. Rob's long fingers easily spanned my billowy globes. His touch registered sparks, particularly when he slipped inside my blouse. My nipples hungered for his manly grope. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Writhing, I experienced that burrowing sensation of his cock. Rob was in deep. I could hardly move, stopped by its imposing size.
"God, you're too much," I murmured, grabbing the dashboard for support.
"Feels good, huh?"
"Too good."
He scooped up my tits in a shuddering caress. "You could say that again. Oh, Honey, you're the hottest." The rotation of his fingertips left sizzling imprints. My nipples ached from having swelled so much; as he thumbed them, I sobbed. "I never seem to get enough of you."
I was inclined to agree. Rob might have imperiled my mission, but I was too aroused at the moment to notice. I jammed myself down that stiff member, smashing it into my pussy. His dick got wet from my pleasure-giving strokes. Ohhhhhhhh. I massaged that monster with my cunt lips, applying luscious friction to every section. His cock slipped into me easily. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. The connection was both sweet and satisfying.
I noticed Rob's pants were merely open, not off; his thighs were covered as mine draped over them. I wanted to feel more of his skin against mine, but couldn't summon the energy to make it happen. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Looking between my legs, I saw a damp spot forming on my panties. Rob's thick cock pushed aside the section that covered my pussy lips, slicing right into the sopping hole. Ohhhhhhhhh. That thing speared into me, sending goose bumps to my arms and legs. His fat stem, sticking out of my cunt, was drenched after several strokes. My eyes rolled upward as he charged into me again and again, changing the course of my emotions.
I no longer possessed the will to stop him. I wanted to fuck this bastard's brains out. I jammed down on that sucker, getting off on its far-reaching dimensions. It pried me open, crushing my clit as it sank into place. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.
While I sat on him, I wasn't still for a minute. I went wild, pumping him with all I had. Christ, I took him whole. Ohhhhhhhhhh. There was so much, my eyes rolled. His lap was a hotbed of desire. I was electrically charged, fueled with red-hot excitement. The more I slammed down on that stiff thing, the more hoarse we each got. My bucking and thumping occurred with dizzying speed. It made me horny, watching that thick shaft going into my cunt-then feeling it slide into my stimulated depths. Ohhhhhhhhhh.
From the sound of his intensified groans, he loved what I did. Seizing my hips, he rammed himself high into my hot squish. Lightheaded, I begged for more. He read my plea from the erotic pitch in my cry. I emptied my lungs of air as he shoved that stiff cock.
Did I say stiff? I meant petrified. Rob was so hard, it amazed me. After a few seconds of letting him fuck me, I craved roughness. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. I rocked wildly on his lap, receiving the brunt of his excitement. That thing repeatedly slid into me, right down to the rock-hard base.
I reached between our legs and cupped his balls. Rob gasped as I fondled him. I further traced the heavy wedge that protruded from my gored pussy. It seemed impossible I was able to absorb him whole-he was that thick.
If the guy ever made it to Hollywood, he'd sure be popular with the ladies.
"Yeah," he whispered, "play with those balls. Slide your fingers all over them. Ahhhhhhhh. They're loaded, Honey. Your pussy is gonna be dripping with it."
The thought of him flooding me was stimulating. I treated him to more feathery contact. The errant hairs prickled my senses. I tried to be imaginative, but Rob-inflamed from manipulation-rammed right to the bottom. Ohhhhhhhhh. Jesus, the guy was a good fuck. The urge to climax was powerful. If I sat on him any longer, I'd be cumming like a steam engine.
I gazed out the window at Debra. She held her ground with the limo, unwilling to enter. The window was rolled down and someone was talking with her. I tried to distinguish that person, but Rob's spearing cock prevented that. His dick not only occupied my cunt, but my mind as well. I lost the ability to think. That hard, driving force splitting me in half was of greater relevance.
"Fuck me," Rob groaned, charging up my snatch. "Fuck me, Honey. Fuck me good."
"Ohhhhhhhhhh."
In abandon, my finger went directly over my clit.
It was purely by impulse. I jiggled, sending electrical splendor throughout my body. I undulated, enjoying the pleasure I received. Working fast, I wanted to cum. It was of vital importance I satisfy myself.
"Oh, God," I whimpered, tilting my head back until it rested on his shoulder. There was no hope to disguise our feverish activity. Even from a pedestrian's perspective, we were fucking our brains out. I humped Rob like a madwoman. My thighs, draped over his, gave him a passionate squeeze as I fought that heavy shaft into my sluiced cunt.
Rob resumed kneading my tits. He seemed especially drawn to my nipples, which protruded delightfully from those mounds of flesh. Each found their way between his thumbs for a stimulating pinch. Ohhhhhhhhh. He knew the correct way to flick them.
Pleasure was building inside me. I didn't think I could hold off another minute. I bucked and gasped, cramming every inch I could into my pussy, then lifting myself until I almost flew off his lap. Rob maintained my gravity, returning me to that throbbing stem with an urgent nudge. Ohhhhhhhh. Ten inches of undeniable bliss sank into me. My clit was rubbed continuously, creating a fire that couldn't be extinguished. I fucked him and fucked him with my pussy, causing harsh exhalations with each slam. I wanted him to explode.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," I moaned, giving that cock slick coverage. I coated him with a substance known as "hot woman." He couldn't hold back anymore, and neither could I. We climaxed simultaneously just as Debra stepped into the limo, and then the elegant car sped off.
I jumped off Rob's lap, careful not to get cum on my seats-they're that fucking velour stuff-and started up my car to follow the limo.
The limo took Debra to the Golden Fleece, a nightclub. By the time we caught up with them, it had just deposited her at the front door, then drove around the corner. Debra, recovering from her earlier rebelliousness, anxiously walked up to the front. The doorman, recognizing her in an instant, nodded as she passed him.
We pulled into a spot across the street behind a truck. Thus far, we had effectively shielded ourselves from her. Rob, taking command of the wheel, managed to keep tabs on them several car lengths behind. I had to give the guy credit-he handled the situation like a pro. "Seems like a regular Las Vegas nightclub."
I was in agreement. The place, lit up like one of those famed gambling palaces, was decorated with flashing lights that ran down its enormous marquee. Debra's connection with the mob seemed more comprehensible, given her destination. It was easy to arrive at the same conclusion Jazz had. Showplace establishments such as the Golden Fleece depicted Mob ownership.
We hustled, arriving at the door as a couple eager to have a good time. The illusion was successfully carried out as we held hands and nodded at the bouncer, the standard customers standing before slot machines checking out each entrant and anyone else who happened to glance in our direction. The room was heavily populated. A haze of smoke drifted above the crowd. Loud, thumping music played in the background. I caught a few hungry stares as I paraded about; most were aimed at my tits. The outfit I wore did little to harness their bouncing fury. I forgot a button or two after jumping Rob's bones, causing my neckline to be even more revealing than ever. My boobs swung seductively, nearly threatening to spill out.
Fuck 'em, I thought. I let 'em look. I wasn't ashamed.
Although I gave the appearance of a fun-seeking girl, I actively searched the room for Debra. It was difficult to sift through the faces without arousing suspicion. "Hey, let's go dance," I said in Rob's ear, fighting the roaring disco beat that surrounded us. "It'll give us a chance to find her."
"I'm up for that," he teased. "It'll give me another chance to see that ass shake."
"If you think I'm going to give in to any more action this evening, keep dreaming."
"I know you will," he muttered with confidence.
The guy had a really cocky side to him. Strangely, I kind of liked it.
We got up there beneath the mirrored ball, flashing from the various lights trained on it, and rocked. I generated considerable attention, whipping my long blonde hair over my shoulder and swinging my hips. My tits were flying. Rob enjoyed my little show, concentrating on my frenzied movements. Perhaps he was reminded of how sweaty he got me with his big dick. It got me horny, too, glimpsing his crotch as he methodically rocked it in my direction.
Debra was sitting at a table over in the corner, by herself. Thus far, she wasn't attracted to the disturbance I made with my hot body; she glanced alternately at her watch and the side door. Down the same corridor was the women's restroom. A plan began to formulate in my fast-clicking mind. I had to time my departure carefully.
A second later, Debra took off and went that route. I waited until the side door closed behind her.
"Time to go powder my nose," I whispered. "Be a doll and fetch me a drink."
"Chablis? A daiquiri?"
I wriggled my nose. "Ha! Do I seem like that kind of girl? Get me a beer."
I strutted over to the John, peeked over my shoulder, then proceeded through the same exit Debra used. A staircase leading to a basement beckoned. I proceeded with caution. My footsteps echoed faintly. Jesus, why did I wear spike heels? I slipped them off before descending any further. The last thing I needed was to get caught tailing her.
The door at the bottom was ajar. Muffled voices drifted from behind. I snuck over there and opened it a crack. I was afraid to peer inside, for fear of being discovered. Debra's sexy lilt was unmistakable, sternly addressing someone.
"I'm sick of this routine," she complained. "Why can't we do things like normal people-go places, have fun? Why observe this insane ritual of having me picked up and brought here?"
"You never minded before, babe," spoke a male voice. "You liked it this way."
She laughed humorlessly. "At least you stated it in its proper tense. That's all history."
In a low, husky tone, he mentioned, "Let's not fight."
"You're right," she sighed, audibly weakening.
Her moan captured my imagination. Heavy breathing followed, then the creak of springs. Wet, smacking noises seemed to denote kissing. The rustle of clothes were the next in a series of interesting sounds. I wondered if they might not be too preoccupied for me to do a little snooping. The prospect of seeing Debra in the buff got my pulse racing.
I pushed open the door a fraction. The first thing I saw was Debra's ass in the air, preparing to make its descent on a rather large cock. The man to whom that monster belonged was unknown to me, but wildly attractive. I envisioned why Debra would surrender so easily. He seemed tall, even when stretched out on his back. His dark, masculine features and muscled body precipitated steamy glances. His receding hairline accentuated his rugged appeal. I guessed him to be in his early forties, although he bore the kind of confidence that pronounced him ageless.
Debra raked through that forest of a chest with her nails as she sat on him. "Oh, God. Oh, Mike. Ohhhhhhhhhh."
Hmmmmmm, Mike. That name alluded to robust manliness I found intoxicating. I recalled fucking several Mikes, but none nearly as sexy. I envied Debra, cramming that hard dick into her pussy; I certainly wished it was in mine.
Perhaps it was by association, but I always assumed the "kingpin" would be of Italian descent; Mike seemed almost entirely of Irish stock. I recalled Jazz's haunting words about Debra's involvement with a "bloodthirsty gangster." Somehow, the description didn't fit.
Mike's large hands curved over Debra's shapely buttocks. Without hesitation, she rose and fell on him, charged with excitement. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Fuck me. Fuck me hard, Mike."
"Yeah, baby," he grunted, welcoming her slick drop, "take me deep. Smash me into that hot pussy."
Debra's tits swung frantically as she fought to keep him submerged. She worked her hips, making his dick slippery with juice. I could hear those cunt lips grabbing the skin of his cock and sucking it into her warm crevice. From their hoarse intake, I gathered they both ached from the experience.
"You don't mind giving up your freedom to come here?" he asked, just before she covered him with her hot squish.
"No. I'll go anywhere I must to keep getting this," she sobbed, humping him. Her sodden mound slapped him, burying his cock in the process. I saw his balls hugging her ass when she was fully impaled. "Ohhhhhhhhh. Feels so good. God, Mike, you're so big and hard. Ohhhhhhhhh. I love the way it feels."
Mike's hairy thighs slid up behind her as he braced for her drenched impact. He lifted himself from the cot on which they were fucking, ramming his meat into her cunthole. Although his thrusts appeared to be rough, Debra feverishly welcomed them. No amount of intense affection disturbed her.
"It's all for you, baby," he croaked, boosting himself to meet her hungry snatch. "Oh, yeah, bring it to me. Bring me that nice, warm pussy. Ahhhhhhhhhh. How can you manage to stay tight, baby? After all the fucking we've done, you never fail to grab onto me. Yeah. Your pussy just tugs at the skin of my dick."
"It's automatic," she replied, bearing down on him. "Ohhhhhhh. I get so fucking excited when I'm on top of you. I find myself squeezing that big thing." Her features contorted as though she underwent a seizure, which was followed by a choked cry. Pale and shaking, she nonetheless enjoyed that moment of bliss. The turn of her lips signalled indescribable delight. After a moment, she resumed humping him. "I love to fuck it. I love fucking your stiff cock."
As the wet, sawing motion occurred between cock and cunt, both moaned. I watched as that huge thing disappeared inside Debra. I couldn't imagine anyone of her narrow measurements sparing the room for something of the size Mike had.
Mike took notice of her silent anguish. "Maybe you better stop. It looks like I'm hurting you."
Debra declined. "Not until you've cum."
"But that might not be for some while. You know I have a problem achieving orgasm."
Debra, delirious, sank on him. Her pussy made juicy sounds as it rolled over Mike's erect member. "That's what makes fucking you so fabulous. You're not quick to shoot. You have tremendous stamina." She shut her eyes, emptying herself of everything but the hard boring sensation for which Mike was responsible. Debra made no pretense about being able to handle it; the determination in her eyes alone attested to her yearning to finish. She refused to keep her fuck power holstered-no matter what the consequences. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. I want to cum and cum on you, baby. Cum until I'm too sore-and even then, I might not wish to stop."
Mike deferred to her authority. He was apparently much too paralyzed with pleasure to deny her that final satisfaction. Debra gave him little choice but to obey. He was under the control of a lust-starved pussy.
I scratched my head. According to Jazz, Debra was heavily influenced by this man. If my eyes didn't deceive me, I might have accepted her version. Debra's slick descent on Mike rewrote my opinion. Mike looked to be the one enslaved.
"Jesus," he muttered, surrendering to her intoxicating clamp. His dick slid through that nectar-rich orifice, throbbing with life. From the tremble of his hand, I could tell she burdened him with exhilarating tension. "Oh, fuck. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me."
His hand swept up to cover her tits. Her nipples, strained from excitement, reached for his fingertips. He rotated them, unearthing cries from the pit of her throat. My mouth went dry as he enclosed each, applying a fever-giving pinch. Debra nakedly endorsed this measure. His tweaks enabled her a shivering rush that was exampled by her open mouth and flashing eyes. He took that moment to frantically saw into her, his thrusts rough and sure.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she wept, liking it even more. "Oh, Mike. You're going to make me cum-"
"Do it, baby. Don't hold back. Cum on me-with my dick buried in you."
"Yes. Ohhhhhhhhh! Oh, yes! Mmmmmmmm!"
She rocked back and forth, fired by a series of assaulting contractions. Her back arched as she withstood the energy-sapping spasms, riding him to the point of collapse. When her pleasure appeared to reach its conclusion, she lowered her erect nipples to his heaving chest. Her face, hidden by the tangled mass of red hair, was buried by his shoulder.
Mike's hands combed her back, smoothing over the delicious curvature and availing themselves to her quivering buttocks. Initially, I thought this gesture one of affection, but Mike plainly intended to bring about his own gratification. Gradually, he rolled Debra onto her back while remaining embedded between her legs. That thick trunk was rooted to her pussy. The configuration of Debra's limbs shifted as he dragged her beneath him. A mounting fury seemed to gather in his features.
"Oh, baby," Debra murmured as she was rearranged to his satisfaction. Part of her sobbing was-likely prompted by having that huge cock resident in her tender pussy; after watching her cum so violently, I'm sure she had to be handled with delicacy. "Ohhhhhhhhh."
At last, she was stationed on her back. Mike anchored those slender legs over his powerful shoulders. I saw his thick shaft protrude from her cunt lips. Slowly, he began to run himself through that juicy opening, causing Debra to moan once again. I shivered as those slick noises echoed through the room.
"Oh, Deb," he grunted in her face. "Ahhhhhhhh. You're so fucking tight. Let me in there, baby. Let me into your snug pussy. Clamp me good. Squeeze my dick. Oh, yeah. So hot and juicy. Ahhhhhhhh."
Their roles had reversed: now Mike challenged Debra with his impending need, while she breathlessly submitted. I watched in awe as he relentlessly penetrated her, feeding her that enormously swollen thing. Other than an occasional cry, Debra took every bit of that cock inside her without incident.
Mike's knees dug into the cot as he lunged into her warm, receptive body. His large, hulking figure dwarfed her frail one. He was careful to steadily maintain his balance on his elbows without subjecting her to his weight. Stress, however, was consistently applied to her drenched pussy as he slammed into it. His balls slapped her ass as he accommodated himself into that succulent hole. His huge dick was compressed as it was gulped down by her ravenous cunt.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," Debra whimpered, capturing his manly bulk with an abandoned thrust on her part. "Ohhhhhhhh. Fuck me. Fuck me, Mike. Feed it to me. Cram it into my snatch."
"Yeah. Ahhhhhhhhhh."
The springs of the cot screamed beneath them like tortured metal. Once Mike worked up a pattern, there was no stopping him. He plunged in and out of Debra's warm pussy with the intent to momentarily shoot. Her clinging cunt lips, oozing their glistening secretions, rubbed that thrusting shaft to a purplish hue. Her pussy was split wide, taking him whole. I saw contentment etched in both their faces as they thrashed about in naked exhilaration.
"Oh, God," Debra wailed, as Mike pounded her into submission. "Cum in me, baby. Please-cum in me."
His features screwed up as he hammered her with stimulating force. He looked as though he was about to empty everything he had into her hot, squirming body. Debra struck a sexy figure, undulating her hips to meet his thrusting cock.
Mike launched into an intense pumping, riveting her ass to the cot. He charged through that soaked cunt as though it were nothing more than juicy squish. Any efforts he observed in preventing her discomfort were quickly deserted. The whacking sound of their groins meeting reinforced the gravity of his need. Debra, immune to the ache he might have caused, brought her chin high and exhaled roughly.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," she cried. "You're making me cum. Ohhhhhhhhh!"
The convulsion she went into did not precipitate orgasm for him. Mike fucked her hard and constant, unwilling to break the shattering pattern he effected.
"Oh, my God," she moaned, trembling beneath his battering flesh. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
"I want to cum, baby," he said, above her shuddering form. "I want to-I just can't. I'm stiff, but I can't shoot."
Debra, looking as though she were depleted of desire, merely groaned as he continued to fill her pussy with his hard cock. She became a receptacle for his frustration.
Hmmmmmmmmm. Mike had a problem achieving orgasm. With a sexy babe like Debra mounted on him, that seemed a curiosity I would undoubtedly explore. Mike was an enigma. What power did he hold over Debra? Or, if my earlier suspicions panned out, what influence did Debra have? This case was starting to get mired with complications.
I kept my ears peeled for additional information, but before I could learn more, a hand clamped my mouth and pulled me back.
CHAPTER FIVE
I was dragged to a corner with unyielding backbone. The hand, fastened to my mouth, provided no slack. Adrenaline pumped wildly through me as I frantically searched for an alibi. My exertions to regain freedom didn't cause my captor to breath harder. I was quickly subdued by his surge of strength.
The door beyond which Debra and Mike lay remained closed. My startled cries were muffled, failing to alert them of my peril.
"Don't make a sound, baby," warned the gruff voice to which the smothering hand belonged.
The danger in his tone exacted my fear. I nodded. The savagery with which I was enclosed did not exclude that possibility. My struggling abruptly subsided.
There was another door, which I hadn't noticed when I first descended the staircase. He hauled me into a dark, foreboding room, negligent to any injury he might cause from his brusque handling. The guy was an uncivilized brute, to say the least.
I was thrown into a metal folding chair. It buckled beneath me as I fought the urge to fall. When I got a chance to steady myself, I glimpsed my captor. To my surprise, it was Luke, the guy who rented me the apartment in Debra's building.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded. None of the husky invitation I'd known earlier had survived.
I reclaimed my cool; it was imperative to be calm if I was to worm myself out of this one. "I'm wondering the same of you."
"I'm asking the questions." He leaned over me, his blue eyes glaring. "Who sent you? And don't try feeding me any lies-I caught you spying on Deb."
How could I possibly deny the charge? I didn't have a clue on the frame of time between my stumbling upon those two and Luke's arrival. "I wasn't sent by anyone. I saw her take the side door and simply followed. I didn't realize she was going to meet someone."
The slant of his features reflected doubt. To offer a distraction, I crossed my legs with seductive calculation. I made sure an ample portion of my luscious thigh was revealed as one thigh slid over the other. My leather miniskirt fell back, just short of uncovering my panties.
"Honestly," I mentioned flirtatiously, "I was just trying to gab with her. Our conversation from this afternoon didn't last very long when we first met; I thought this might be an opportunity for a little girl talk."
A slew of questions popped into my head, but I refrained from presenting them. If Luke suspected my being down here was anything but accidental, I'd be in serious trouble. Still, I speculated as to the extent of his relationship to Debra-or to Mike, for that matter.
"Do you know who that man was?" he demanded. His stern expression, nor harsh tone, did not falter. "The man with Deb?"
I shook my head with some conviction. Mike's identity wasn't entirely known to me. I decided Jazz's sketch of him wasn't bible. His mobster origins weren't readily accepted.
"Are you sure?" he gruffly insisted.
Luke didn't strike me as a brutal man. Perhaps some of his antagonism evolved from fear. "Look, if you're trying to scare me, you've won. I'm sorry I trespassed. Badgering me, however, won't get you anywhere, because there are no beans to spill." Before I gave him a chance to digest that, I lowered my voice to a suggestive level. "What happened to that incredibly sexy man I rented my room from? I thought I felt sparks."
"Don't change the subject," he muttered. At any rate, he glimpsed my jutting tits, then trailed to the delectable section of thigh. The twitch of his mouth signified mounting desire.
"I hope this little disagreement doesn't spoil things between us," I murmured, licking the rim of my lips. "You're certainly not going to stay angry, are you?"
Progressively, I undermined his sense of duty.
He was mesmerized by the wag of my tongue, the flashing of my eyes, the proposition in my voice.
"There's nothing to be gained with you standing there, venting your spleen," I went on, deliberately uncrossing my legs. I spread my thighs apart, then lifted my skirt. I could tell his throat went dry at the sight of my panties. "Deb doesn't have to be the only person who gets lucky tonight."
Luke's Adam's apple rippled. His fists balled as I intensified his craving for sex. His eyes burned right through me, their message clear.
"I wanted you the moment I walked into your office today," I confided in a shivering whisper. "By the time I went upstairs, you had gotten to me. I had to play with myself. I ran my fingers all over my body in the bathroom while my brother watched television. I kept wishing it were you touching me with those big hands of yours, preparing me for entry. Mmmmmmmmmm." I slipped my hand into my panties and jiggled myself. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Just thinking about it gets me wet."
"Jesus-"
"Don't just stand there, baby," I whimpered. "Come here. Please, hurry."
My visible agony eroded all traces of hostility. Luke stepped up to my face and pressed his crotch to it. He rapidly swelled beneath the crushing force he exerted. I felt, as well as saw him getting stiff. The heavy pulsations inside his blue jeans were unmistakable. The shape of his cock dominated his front. He grew to enormous size, bulging furiously to my utter delight. I massaged him with my cheek, prompting his advanced growth.
"Wow," I whistled, gazing at his equipment. "You're big."
"Think you can handle it, baby?" he boasted, giving me a moment to drool.
I caressed his throbbing bulge. "Oh, yeah. Let's see what you've got. Show me."
He probably would have whipped it out himself, but I was one step ahead. I unzipped him slowly, savoring the moment. I put passion before alarm. I resisted showing him how nervous I was, remembering his rough treatment of me a few moments earlier. I concentrated on the man to whom I was about to give pleasure-nothing more. In that regard, my reaction was heated.
Luke stretched out of his fly, an admirable extension of flesh. His cock was thick, long-a real throat-bender. "Put your mouth on it."
I didn't have to be asked twice. My lips parted, airing warmth over his erect member. Saliva ran from my tongue as I coursed over the bulbous head. His tremors were evident when I darted at him. Although he tried to maintain his composure, my licking made him frantic. I perceived his yearning to be orally embraced, yet resisted. What I was willing to do would be vastly more satisfying.
My limber tip traveled around the rim of his bloated crown. I effected a weaving tickle that precipitated a wild beat. My slurps were imaginative as I widely distributed saliva to various sections. My scalding lashes thoroughly aroused him. He grabbed my head and tried to force himself into my mouth, but I jerked away. He would have to settle for this brand of foreplay-I made that abundantly clear. After a few gasping moments, I resumed lapping him. I got his cock juicy with spit, my tongue curling in all directions. No area of his elongated skin stayed dry.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," I murmured, stirring him one flick at a time. I traced the veins on his dick, endowing him a stream of bubbles in the wake of my fever-provoking tip. I pursued the heavy vein of his underside, vibrating upon descent, until Luke struggled to breathe. My journey did not end at the base, but rather continued with his balls. I slurped over them; even the stray follicles met inclusion. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm. You taste good." I rotated over each one, shamelessly slobbering him. "You taste exactly the way a man should. Mmmmmmm."
Luke tolerated the slow-building fury of my tongue. He withstood a second attempt to shove himself into my mouth. His hands went around my head, however, and guided me to the vicinity of inflamed interest. He showed me exactly where to lick. I obliged him. Mmmmmmmmmm. He trembled when I reached his number one escalation point: the base of his cock. I tongued it frantically, perceiving his delirium.
"Yeah," he muttered. "Yeah, there. Uhhhhhhhhh. Don't stop."
His dick stood upright, pulsating. I gave him several uninterrupted moments with my wriggling tip before providing the ultimate surprise. He was shaking when my mouth went over his cock. I took him in a sudden, ambitious swallow.
"Jesus Christ-" he gasped, buried in my throat. His breathing became labored as I sucked hard on him. My lips were practically grafted to his skin as I achieved maximum suction. He wasn't the least prepared for my hot, quivering grip. He threw back his head, then lost control of himself. I couldn't escape his thrusting cock-he cupped my head while pumping my face. He aimed deep into my orifice, rocking himself to my sexy lips.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" I sobbed, eating him.
"Suck," he hoarsely demanded. "Suck it." Urgency ruled his tone. His need would not be negotiated. He required every oral skill at my command.
I did not contest his will. I gave him the thrill he ordered: a juicy suck from top to bottom. My mouth, clenching his shaft, traveled in small increments. I experienced the throb of anxiety as I went. Mmmmmmmmmmmm. When I arrived at his cock bulb, I sucked long and steady. A few drops of pre-cum oozed from the tip. His flavor made me wild. I anticipated a flood as I urged more to follow, but Luke held back. He wasn't about to discharge himself just yet.
"You wanted it, baby," he mentioning as my lips stroked him. "You wanted something for that smart-talking mouth of yours. Here. Take it-" He fucked my face, pumping me with that monster. His face went red to show me exactly how serious he was. "Ahhhhhhhhhh. Suck me. Suck my dick. Yeah. Get it all into your mouth. Come on, baby, suck it good. Nice and stiff-that's how you want it. Jesus, it's rock-hard. Wipe me with more spit. Get it all juicy so I can fuck you with it."
I attempted to finish him off with my mouth. I wouldn't mind fucking him, but I preferred to suck him to orgasm. After draining him, I'd have to make a quick getaway-while he was still recovering.
At the moment, Luke was highly charged. I remained under his control, sucking him to his satisfaction. His dick swam in saliva, polished by the pinch of my lips. He pushed himself in and out of the bottleneck I created. He found heaven in fucking my mouth, just as I did in downing his cock. Mutual gratification resulted from each sway, each thrust.
His balls received manual pleasure. I scooped them up in my feathery caress, treating them with a tenderness he might never have encountered.
His pupils curved up into the whites of his eyes in response to my encompassing affection. "Jesus, you're driving me out of my mind, baby. Christ. Don't stop."
I didn't have the capacity to bring things to a halt. The titillation was irreversible, calling for me to heighten it. He enjoyed the warmth of my mouth, the nuzzle of my fingertips and the fierce determination to make him cum. I took these elements and brought them to the forefront with intensification.
Sweat dripped from Luke's forehead, welling from his pores. His beard and mustache were damp, his hairy chest darkly matted. From his frenzied pitching, I gathered orgasm was near. I took his cock down my throat, contemplating his explosion.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," I moaned, sucking powerfully. His dick filled my mouth, hitting the roof, before I elected to swallow it. His balls pressed to my chin as I gulped every bit of him, then released him from captivity. My lips swept back, stopping just below the plump head, before I fully consumed him. "Mmmmmmmmm mm. Ohhhhhhhhhh." I grabbed his buttocks, then pulled him tight to my face. His dick went farther than ever before. "Ohhhhhhhhhh."
"Fuck," Luke muttered, sounding considerably weak from that ordeal. There didn't seem to be much staying power left in him. "Oh, Jesus. Oh, baby. Keep sucking it. Yeah."
The vigor with which he grasped my head indicated he had entered the final stages. The palpitations perceived by my oral clasp led me to believe those hot, creamy spurts would soon follow. He trembled against me, unable to fight it. The urge to cum took shape. I could practically taste his thick spew as I sucked his dick.
Luke cleverly supplied the final thrill. Without preliminary, he disengaged himself from my sucking lips. I was amazed he found the strength to resist the tickling impulse I carefully nurtured.
"I don't want to jizz in your mouth," he said, squeezing my ass. "I want to fuck you."
I realized in the back of my mind Luke would be so inclined. I wasn't about to deny him that method of release. He twisted me around, propping my ass. I assumed, from this arrangement, we would do it doggie-style.
I should have guessed Luke wasn't your average kind of guy.
"No, baby," he mentioned when I reached between my spread legs to steer his cock. "Not in your pussy. In your ass."
I didn't I mind rectal penetration, but I prefer to be sufficiently lubricated. I doubted my saliva dripping from his dick was going to be adequate. "We don't have any cream-"
That didn't seem to present a problem for him. I psyched myself for the swift hurt his dick would bring, but Luke wasn't entirely insensitive. Instead of feeling the blunt end of his cock at my rectum, I experienced the drenched softness of his tongue. He licked me thoroughly, probing my opening as best he could.
"I'll make you want it," he promised. "I'll get you ready."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
"It's going to feel so good."
Of that, I had no doubt. I realized Luke was big, but he seemed knowledgeable in operating his equipment. I trusted he wouldn't make me endure pain.
"Let me warm up that sweet asshole. Here, baby. Loosen your butt for my big dick. Mmmmmmm."
"Oh, my God. Oh, Luke. Yes. Suck my asshole."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm."
His tongue was both gentle and provoking. His statement was accurate: he got me very excited. I shivered, anxious to have my ass filled with cock.
It didn't take much. Luke evaporated my fears with his expert tip, wiggling into my butt. I clenched my fists, ready to be impaled.
"Go ahead," I moaned. "Fuck me in the ass."
Luke wedged his heavy knob in my crack, then pushed. I sobbed as he slowly sank into my rectum. I didn't think he would enter me so smoothly, yet the constant pressure applied had his cock plowing through that narrow canal. Bit by bit, my asshole flowered open in readiness and acceptance.
"Oh my God," I gasped, shaking as he shoved more of that dick into me. His thing was held like a vise by my tight pink circle. "Oh, baby. That feels fantastic. You're splitting me in half with that thing. Yes. Ohhhhhhhh-"
"More?" he questioned gutturally.
"Do it, baby. Yeah. Ohhhhhhhhh."
He jerked his hips in short jabs. Each flexing movement fed another swollen section into the tight sheath of my asshole. As he surged forward, I quivered and moaned my encouragement.
I flinched a little at the bone-crushing fullness jamming my ass. Luke drove the final inches of his huge cock into me. I arched my back and shivered, savoring the deep, tight sensation. The mingling of pleasure and mild pain echoed through my body.
Jesus-his cock was so hugely swollen, so solidly embedded, I couldn't move. We lingered in position, with me on my knees and elbows and Luke connected from behind. The tickle of his pubic thatch between my legs was an interruption in an otherwise intense moment.
"God, I've had my eye on your ass from the time you stepped into my office until I watched you strut over to the elevator," he whispered. "I wanted to bury myself inside of it so bad. Yeah. Uhhhhhhh. I dreamed of fucking your sweet ass."
Luke placed his hands on either side of my ass to gain a firm grip, then began rocking back and forth. The agitation of that rigid member in my ass pleased me. I perceived his aching need as he plunged through my butt, ramming with all his might, urging me to respond. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. I was drawn into that web of dreamy necessity, arousing him with my delighted squeals.
"Oh, baby," I whimpered, whipping my mane of blonde hair over my shoulder, then steering my ass right to that cock. "Feels good taking you into my butt. Ohhhhhhh. Yeah, fuck me with that big dick. Smash it into my hot buns. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Let me get you off with my tight asshole. I want you to jizz in my ass. Yeah. Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
Luke's fingers dug into my writhing flesh as he levered his thrusting cock with greater force and longer strokes. His dick sliced in and out, oblivious to the discomfort it might inflict. I was beyond feeling anything but paradise. A vibrating high was prevalent in his style. My mind went temporarily blank as I received that hot, driving pleasure.
I bit my lip, longing to hear his enjoyment. Our positioning didn't afford me a continuous view of his ravaged features. I pictured his handsome features locked in transport as he fucked me. The snug ring of my asshole crippled his ability to last. He might have kept himself from shooting before, but this new stance precluded that success.
My freedom depended on swift action. The very moment he spasmed, I would have to wrest free of him and make a dash for the stairs. I was surprised Rob wasn't looking for me after a lengthening absence. I bet he was hitting on some sexy babe at the bar.
My thought processes were partially effected by the ecstasy I shared with Luke. That hard cock plunging through my ass made planning difficult. The shuddering awareness that developed impaired my cunning. Oh, God-each thrust was a fragment of erotic splendor; after five minutes, it was nearly impossible to separate myself from that intoxicating sensation.
"Fuck me," I moaned. "Fuck me, Luke. Yes. Cram it all into me. Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
Luke made a decision to heighten my involvement in his gratification. His hand curved around my hip and went straight to my drenched pussy. He placed a finger over my horny clit and jiggled. The frustration I underwent swiftly changed course. Any ache for which he might be responsible was suddenly erased by his accurate twitch. I gushed juice over him as he worked me into a breathless swelter.
This new flood of stimulation canceled my immediate plans for escape. How could I plot my departure when every cell in my body hummed? Ohhhhhhhhhh. Part of me didn't want this mounting pleasure, and the other yearned for more.
"Oh, Luke," I sobbed, torn between his fucking into my ass and his inflamed fidgeting. "Luke, you're going to make me cum so hard. Ohhhhhhh."
"You're one hot babe, Honey. I want to make you cum. I'm going to wrap my arms around your sexy body the moment you start cumming. Then I'm going to cream in your ass."
"OhhWilmhlihhhhh."
I don't know which felt better: the finger or his cock. Both supplied fulfillment. Whether I was subjected to that hot, riveting sensation burrowing through my butt, or getting my clit tickled to an unbearable point, pleasure was a preponderant. After another moment, a surge of sexual electricity overloaded my senses. I realized just before cumming that my getaway was doomed; I'd never recover in time to flee.
"You're getting close," he grunted, feeding me stimulation in individual forms. "Your tremors are telling me you're about to cum."
"Yes," I panted, my eyes rolling up. "Oh, Christ. Luke. Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
"Yeah," he whispered, sending shivers up my spine. "Don't hold back. Go for it."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh-"
Luke's arms surrounded me a split second before I went into that hellish seizure. He planted his hands over my erect nipples and massaged them with his cunt-sticky fingers. His dick felt enormous in my ass as he pumped powerfully.
Ecstasy was brought to the extreme. It was highly irregular for me to cum with such numbing force, but given my predicament-being held captive by an indisputable hunk and bargaining with my sexual resources-I suffered complete immobilization.
"Arrrgghhhhhhhh," Luke growled, clamping his chin to my shoulders and squeezing me as he discharged. "Uggghhhh. Uggghhhh. Ugghhhhhh."
My sensitivities were restored one by one while distinguishing the creamy deposit Luke made. His jism flooded my asshole, seeping from the taut circle of my rectum after moments of being spent. His cock jerked as he squirted and oozed into my butt.
I underestimated Luke's ability to rally. He caressed my shuddering flesh, his hands gentle and caring after subjecting me to furious excitement. I was the more worse for wear, having gotten pumped so thoroughly for the last several moments.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," I gasped as his cock slipped out of my ass. Luke maintained most of his erection, having lost some steam. Stroking his cock, he appeared ecstatic at having achieved the peak of enjoyment. His smile related his contentment.
Dazed, but not totally out of commission, I looked to the door as my last ditch effort. If I didn't move fast enough, he would surely take me prisoner. Although I wouldn't mind being his slave for the night, an extended period did pose a problem. Luke might not wish for me to leave-ever.
The door suddenly opened, ruining my scheme. Debra Hargrove, outfitted in a robe, tossed me a scowl. "What's she doing here?" she sneered.
A second later, Mike joined her. "Who's the girl?"
"A troublemaker," Debra pronounced. "No," Luke defended. "She doesn't mean you any harm."
"You fool. Do you usually let your cock do all your thinking? I know who she is. I had her background researched. She's Honey Best, Private Eye."
Luke, looking totally confused, shook his head. "You've got it wrong, Deb."
"No, I haven't. I was suspicious the moment we met. She didn't seem the least innocent." Her emerald eyes were filled with anger. "You were undoubtedly sent by my brother, weren't you?"
She had me. I didn't figure her to be that smart.
"I've got to hand it to you, doll, you covered your bases."
"I'm afraid you're going to be quite sorry you agreed to accept this case, Miss Best. It will, however, prove to be your last mistake." She glanced at Luke. "Bring her into the other room," Debra demanded. "I want to question her."
CHAPTER SIX
"How did my brother find out about Mike?" was the first of several questions fired at me.
"Come on, doll," I sassed, giving her my foxiest smile, "you don't expect me to be a snitch."
"You were hired by him, were you not?"
"If you say so." My eyes drifted over to Mike. He was so sexy, I couldn't resist giving him a wink. "I'm easy."
Debra took outright offense to my casual interest in providing her details. The scorn she vented wouldn't normally have been considered lightly, however Mike's calmness staved off a rash of nerves. His grin took the edge off an otherwise discerning cross-examination.
"I expect cooperation," she stated firmly.
I swung one thigh over the other, showing off my gams. "Who's running the show around here?" I queried Mike. "Are you letting this broad call the shots?"
Debra spoke through clenched teeth. "I will not be labeled a 'broad.'"
"You're not much of a hostess, either," I cracked.
"Hey, would I be pushing it if I asked for a beer? Being interrogated gets me kind of thirsty."
"Not until I get at least one answer out of you." Debra paraded in front of me, slanting those glittering eyes of hers. From their vicious cast, I assumed I'd used up my dance card with her. I was pissing her off big time. I suppose she had me by the short ones, but, hey I wasn't calling it quits.
Mmmmmmmmm. She sure had a spectacular figure; I'll bet lots of women would like being built the same way. Those tits bounced from left to right, then gave a delicious little shake when she came to a halt. I wouldn't have minded getting another glimpse of them sans the robe.
"Okay, sugar, you've got yourself a deal. I'll give you some info if I can get my hands on a beer and a whiskey chaser."
Debra's eye brow went up. "You do shots?"
"Sure." I smirked at Mike. "Why, can't you handle it?"
"What I can or can't handle is none of your concern, Miss Best."
"Don't get your panties all in a bundle, pumpkin." I mouthed the words "Wanna fuck?" to Mike, then giggled. The discoloration of his features met with my approval. He was cute. I wouldn't have minded a half-hour in the sack with him. Having dispensed with that bit of nonsense, I turned seriously to Debra, who was rapidly losing patience. "I'm waiting. Ask me something, will ya?"
"How did my brother learn about Mike?"
I giggled. "Wouldn't you rather want to know if Luke was a good lay?"
Debra reached into the pocket of her robe and pulled out a revolver.
"I can see you have zero sense of humor," I replied, with a sigh. The sight of a gun warranted my respect. I could enjoy a few wisecracks, but I wasn't fool enough to engage her in some target practice at point blank range. "All right. Your old roommate ratted on you."
"Old roommate?" Her dumbstruck expression surprised me. "Who could you possibly mean?"
"Come on, you know who I mean."
Her bafflement was genuine. "I'm afraid I don't."
Jesus, what was going on around here? "Either you have a short memory, doll, or somebody's been telling tales out of school."
"You have my word that I'm completely in the dark," she vowed. "I don't have a clue."
"Wasn't Jazz your roommate?"
The color drained from her face. "Jazz called him? Oh, God." Involuntarily, she lowered the revolver.
Mike muttered, "Holy shit."
Their strange reactions confused me. What was the big deal about Jazz tipping me off? "Something doesn't fit. Will somebody please explain?"
Debra cleared her voice. "Jazz was never my roommate. She was, however, Mike's former girlfriend."
"You mean-" Wow! That conniving little bitch sure pulled the wool over my eyes. And I regarded myself a professional-ha! Wait until Gus heard about this one. "Is this one of those situations where Mike dumped Jazz for you, and she tattled to even the score?"
"Jazz and I didn't dissolve our affair because I willed it," Mike explained. "Jazz ended the relationship. Deb and I didn't become involved until well after things became ugly."
"Then why did she hire me to have you shadowed?"
"Perhaps we shouldn't tell her anything more," cautioned Debra. "The less she knows, the better. It might be a mistake to divulge everything."
"If we don't do anything to stop Jazz now, who knows what she's capable of next?"
Debra sighed. "I doubt enlisting the services of this woman will make much of a difference. You need more powerful allies working in your favor, not this-"
"Watch it, doll," I cut in."
"You're second rate, at best. We need a quality candidate, someone with outspoken potential."
I wasn't going to let her piss in my cornflakes. Turning to Mike, I addressed him with a haughty smile. "Did she make you cum yet, stud?"
"Jesus, you were around for that?" Debra was outraged.
Mike excluded her in his grin. "Are you aware of my problem, Miss Best?"
"You don't have a problem," I assured him. "Perhaps it's the company you're keeping."
"Keep it up, Miss Best, and I'm going to deck you," Debra notified.
I was oblivious to her threats. His robe parted, revealing a muscled and hairy body. I thought him a very sexy man. His receding hairline bestowed him with character.
Mike took pleasure in my gazing at him-but not as much as he gained from observing me. I could see how his dark pupils focused on my tits, my small waist and little tush, all put together very nicely. I was very hot to him, and reveled in that knowledge. I wanted Mike to sustain that fantasy of having me, even as Debra watched.
"I cum once in a while, but Deb has to really work on me," he explained. Sometimes she gets tired."
"You don't even try," she accused. "You probably think about toe fuzz, just to keep from cumming."
I could see the general direction of his stare. My tits spilled from the plunging front, and the thin material barely concealed the delectable outline of my nipples. My leather miniskirt closely hugged my hips. My beautifully tanned legs, long and sleek, were there to inspire him.
I tossed back my mane of blonde hair. "See anything you like, stud?"
"His name is Mike Brent," Debra growled. "Not stud."
"I thought you didn't want to disclose anything further to Miss Best," he mentioned, unwilling to break our heated connection.
Debra witnessed some competition. If she only knew I would have jumped at the chance to do her, she might not have taken the defensive. I allowed her to stew, however; she would have to step up at bat to prove herself.
"Did you ever please two women at once?" I whispered.
He shook his head. "I've thought about it, though."
"I'm shocked. A hot-looking man like you, never indulging in a three-way?" I deliberately scanned his body in a lustful fashion. "Mmmmmmmmmm, yes, I think you're ready for that kind of experience."
"I am?" Amusement was filtered from his deep voice. "Do you think Deb will participate?"
I turned to her. My inviting stare propelled her. "You'd be doing him a big favor, doll. Don't you want your man to get his rocks off?"
Some of Debra's rancor evaporated. I think my blatant sexiness set the tone. A heaviness filled her voice. "If it meant ending his frustration."
I positioned myself so that my tits were at their most delectable angle. One of them would plainly make a grab for it. "Why don't we make ourselves more comfortable?"
"We have no place to go, other than this room," he said.
"Oh? Don't you own this place?"
"It's a long story," Debra intervened. "Perhaps we'll give you the unabridged version-afterward."
Mmmmmmmmm. She was falling for my bait, too. My pussy got wet. Getting her mouth on my snatch would be a dream fulfilled.
I ran my finger down his chest. It curved and tickled through the heavy matting. "I guess this joint will have to do." I lowered my finger to the knot in his robe and intentionally flicked it open. "Oh, yeah," I purred as it swept back, revealing a semi-hard cock. My eyes shifted from it to Mike's steamed expression. "This is gonna be good."
It wasn't my initial chance to see it. His dick was still as large as I remembered. He was aware of that, too-making no attempt to cover himself. His arms hung at his sides, though he took a step forward. His virile profile-a portrayal of intensity-stirred me. His eyes narrowed and his lips thinned. His Adam's apple swelled.
"Can you handle it, Honey?" he asked in a low, seductive voice.
"I've been known to handle just about anything," I claimed in a sexy lilt. "This would make a swell addition to my case book."
"Don't flatter yourself," Debra couldn't resist tossing in.
Yeah, I wanted to slam her, but you can't make him cum. That comment never left my lips; instead, they curved wickedly at him. As he received their sexual warmth, a twitch of life entered in his cock. I saw it burgeon at my provoking touch. My caress through the manly abundance on his chest charged him.
"Think about it, baby," I murmured. "Two mouths. Two pussies. Two sets of tits. All yours."
His eyes nearly glazed over. "Yeah."
We approached an area of the room where there was an arrangement of pillows on a mattress. I intuitively knew this was a water bed. Why did Mike and Debra fuck on that lousy cot when they had use of this? I wasn't about to ask. Those kinds of questions didn't require immediate answer.
I motioned for him to get on his back while I slid between his legs. I didn't take off a stitch. His prying eyes never relinquished their gape.
As though by will, Mike's cock hadn't grown an inch. He kept his excitement in reserve, awaiting my move. I was amazed at his power of self-control. One would think having a beautiful girl's face arranged by a cock would have it standing. On the other hand, his fists were clenched and his lips were firmly knit.
Debra's tits brushed my back as she awaited instruction. The sound of her aroused breathing stirred me. I turned to see her robe unfastened. Those large, pink nipples bulged in invitation. Her soft thigh edged toward mine. I couldn't hide my fascination as my eyes followed the luscious span of flesh to those delightful curls between her legs. I sensed her willingness to be fondled.
"God," she murmured as my tongue caught one of her nipples. I slurped it gently, letting the prickling sensation make its intimate mark. I detected her erotic vibrations with that intake of breath.
"Are you inclined to accept my help?" I asked.
She nodded. Speech had become too difficult. I could see she was mute with lust.
We were both between his legs. Mike absorbed this little drama that played out just inches from his cock. He watched Debra's declining hesitation as I plied her with womanly affection. Both of them began to see me not as the enemy, but as a friend-and, perhaps, a fucking partner.
My arms went around Debra. Those big, mouthwatering tits were smashed to mine as I took her in a heated embrace. Jesus, she was as soft as I expected. Mmmmmmmmmmm. Her breath was warm, fragrant, as I closed the distance between our mouths. I covered her with my hungry lips, then inserted my tongue.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she whimpered, authorizing this symbol of rapport. Not a single complaint registered-not a muffled groan, or even sudden retreat. Debra enjoyed that simmering kiss just as much as I did. She whimpered in my mouth as I cupped her ass and gave it a passionate squeeze. I dragged her up against me, then ground my pussy to hers. She shivered as she received momentary satisfaction in that scorching foundation. Though her complete surrender wasn't a great surprise, I didn't exploit it. Debra and I were faced with a considerable challenge.
We disengaged slowly. "Come on," I said gently, nudging her back to our task. "Let's give him real pleasure." My tone carried the promise of more ecstasy than she could possibly conceive.
Debra nodded, eager to do my bidding. Her compliance made me all the more horny.
I turned my attention to the man, peering into his blue eyes. His hair-rough thighs flanked us, his cock still a fraction of its true potential. "We want you, Mike," I said, fondling that manly sinew. "Let us make it good for you. Just lay back and enjoy yourself. You don't have to do a thing, except cum." My tongue flicked at his cock. That initial slurp had him twitching, stretching. I licked it again, treating him to tingling dabs of saliva. His growth was gradual, as though his barriers of resistance were leisurely shaved. "Mike, we want to suck you. We want to feel you in our mouths. We want you hard and throbbing."
I sufficiently conveyed how insatiable our demand for him was. My pleading expression, husky voice and slippery tongue lured him into obedience. I seduced him with these weapons, coaxing Debra to mimic that style. From memory, I gathered none of this differed from her recent efforts, but introducing a pair of women to service him did heighten his imagination.
"Lick him," I murmured, taking my mouth off his cock. "Get it nice and wet."
Debra didn't spare a moment. She got right down to business, subjecting that swollen shaft to her drooling tip. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," she purred, spreading moisture over a throbbing vein.
I joined her, slurping his balls. Together, we made him juicy with spit. Our tongues flicked at his tasty male flesh, firing his impulses with feline wriggling.
I discovered traces of Debra's pussy on his cock. I trembled with the knowledge that her cunt previously enveloped this monster, and that she came all over him. His skin was flavored with her hot drippings. Mmmmmmmmmm. Debra had tang. I hoped there was sufficient time to suck her pussy.
After fluttering over the head and most of his shaft, Debra surrendered Mike to me. He was sticking in my face, excited by her moisture. I lowered my tongue to his thing, carrying wet desire. I lashed him sweetly, applying one scorching coat after another. Debra's saliva was slowly replaced by mine. Mmmmmmm. Even its scent inflamed my nostrils.
Mike's cock got bigger from each successive lap. I engaged him with quick, playful flicks, dampening each section as it thickened. His pulse was more prevalent as I rolled about my saliva-rich tip. The erotic vibrations between us were increasingly pronounced. His earlier signs of resistance were gone. I defeated his defense mechanism. My perseverance won out. That dick grew under my tingling guidance.
I could tell, from his harsh exhalations, that he wanted my mouth to stay on it, but I wasn't ready yet to submit to his desires.
"Work on him," I coached Debra. "Don't put it in your mouth yet. Just keep his dick wet."
Debra panted for that opportunity. Her blaze of red hair spilled over his lap as she slurped him. I'm sure it curled his toes to feel those luscious strands cascading over his bare stomach and thighs.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," she mewled, making a feast of his cock. "Oh, baby. I want you to get so big. So big and hard-mmmmmmmm."
"Christ," Mike muttered, his chest contracting wildly. He couldn't begin to digest the switching of our lips, our tongues, our burning saliva. The variation of textures, wetness inflamed him.
In a delirium, he reached for me. His large hand encompassed my ass. He gave a squeeze that winded me. His thumb rolled right into my crack, offering a quick thrill. Ohhhhhhhhh. He was close to my clit; with a little determination, he could easily finger-fuck me. That, however, would distract me. I required full use of my talents to give him the result he wished. Carefully, I wriggled away from him.
When Debra lifted her face, she was flushed. "I want to suck him."
"No. That won't solve anything. He'll climb to that level when we're both ready." I tenderly pushed her aside, silently communicating that my path of reason was far superior. Debra grudgingly obeyed, knowing after a few moments that mine was the preferred method.
My lazy slurps made wonderful contact and furthered the length of his cock. My tip twirled over the mass of veins and warm flesh. He tasted salty and very manly. I could have eaten him right then, but I maintained my self-discipline. I left a trail of bubbles along the skin of his cock, enough to torment. Let him dream of that gratifying source of moisture that would soon enclose him. He would have to settle for the tease of my limber tongue and the promise of my soft breath.
"How does that feel, Mike? Do you like it?"
"Why don't you suck it?" he grunted.
I glanced at Debra. "We will. Once we start, nothing except the gush of your jism is going to stop us." I treated him to some luxurious darting. "Of course, we'll have to fight over who gets to swallow most of it. You have two very hungry girls here to do your bidding. We'll be looking for more."
He pressed down on my head, but I avoided attaching my lips. I wasn't through slobbering that hard dick. I suspended his agony for several more moments, slithering about its throbbing exterior, making it juicy with spit.
"Mmmmmmmmm," I hummed along his swollen cock flesh. "You taste the way a man should. Ohhhhhhhh, I love licking cock. I like using my tongue; it's essentially an instrument of pleasure." I did not limit myself strictly to his shaft. I dipped my wriggling tip to his balls. His pubics brushed my lips. I clamped the taut flesh, unconcerned about getting hair in my mouth, and sucked. Mmmmmmmmmm. Mike tasted good. I started flicking against that sensitive area until his vibrations were in evidence, then brought those scattered sensations to a heightened plane. "How do you manage to stay this hard? Wow. It's really stiff."
"Jesus Christ," he muttered from above, grabbing my head. "Oh, Honey, baby, suck it. Put it in your mouth-now, baby. I need to feel your hot suck."
"Not yet," I whispered.
"Come on, baby," he groaned, bearing down. "Get those sweet lips around it. Take me down your throat. I want to be blown good."
Mike had quite a cock. Binding myself to that monstrosity would be a difficult affair-yet I longed to bring his suffering to a finale.
Debra, too horny for her own good, decided that if she couldn't eat Mike, she would concentrate on me. Without notification, she steered herself between my legs. I felt her warm breath on my thighs while her tongue prepared for entry. My panties were pulled back, exposing my pussy. A second later, a drenching fever overtook me. She speared through my sopping tissue, delving into that nectar-rich opening.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," I sobbed, somewhat miffed that she defied me. Several tonguings later, I couldn't censure her. It felt too good to insist she stop. Her penetrating licks spurred me. My legs remained open to her, permitting her grasping lips to move freely.
Shaky, I turned to Mike. Those lush, dribbling noises coming from my snatch had a powerful effect on him. His dick stretched out at me, bobbing with excitement. Debra's intense expression was a strong stimulant. My spine curved, my lips parted and my eyes flashed at him. He stared at my sated look and swallowed roughly.
I lowered my tongue to his cock. That first, rippling pass caused his sharp intake. A second and third lap triggered the clenching of his fists.
"Mike," I slurred, groping for the words that would turn the heat up several notches, "I get so horny slobbering your dick, touching it with my tongue, having it right in my face so I can see it throb. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Debra's tongue feels good, too. She knows just where to go. Mmmmmmmmm. Oh, Mike, you're so big. No wonder you make Deb cum so quickly. I saw you sticking it in her snatch, fucking her with it. I know it went in deep, where few men have gotten. Only a thick, long cock such as yours knows what the bottom of a woman's pussy feels like." I peered at Debra as she went down on me. A hot flush came over my cheeks as she lashed scalding saliva over my clit. I bit my lip, weathering the storm of passion that resulted. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. "Does sitting on his cock make you cum fast, doll?"
Debra, transfixed, gave a short nod before returning to my juicy cunt. Her feathery licks stole my breath and robbed me of speech. I had to struggle for air during the next stirring phrases that would bring him one step closer to eruption.
"I'll bet you made her cum by just sinking it into her soaked pussy. She enjoys that manly penetration, taking this huge thing high into her snatch." My tongue traced the snarl of veins branching in various directions. I coated him with my shivering drool. "I'm so jealous Deb's had it many times, enjoying it in her cunt while you fucked her-fucked her until she came." I deepened my strokes, lapping the enlarged cockhead along the dark rim, exhaling heavily over his aroused flesh. I resisted attaching my lips. No, he was going to get a few more minutes of licking torture.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," Deb whimpered, fucking me with her tongue.
"Jesus," I whispered, overtaken by her lusty determination. "Oh, Deb. Baby-ohhhhhhhhh!" Her tongue speared through me, sending electrical shocks through my system. I fought the urge to grab her head and navigate myself to orgasm. Instead, I concentrated fully on Mike.
Mike, however, wouldn't allow it to go on another second. He'd tolerated my methods long enough. Seizing my head in a strong grasp, he forced it to his pulsating cock. I moaned, and while my lips opened, he inserted the bulbous head. Having gained access, he proceeded to work it inside me.
"Suck it, Honey, suck it good," he gasped. "Eat the thing you made stiff. Jesus, I'm bone-solid. Gorge yourself. Let me fuck your gorgeous face with my dick." He pushed enough in me without choking me, then relaxed his hold. Achieving momentary satisfaction, he encouraged me to develop a good suck.
I quivered, wrapping my legs around his muscled thigh. Deb's vibrant tongue was immediately displaced. I rubbed my cuntal mound to that part of him, feeling my desire for him in the sopping wetness of my crotch. I raised my hips, imploring him to cup my ass. He did-reading my mental suggestion. Oh, God-that large hand of his spanned most my butt cheek. Those fingers delved into my crack, searching for the source of my liquid heat. He got me excited, fingering me. A damp spot formed in my shorts. Surely, he felt the moisture and knew how hot he was getting me. I wanted my skirt removed from my writhing ass-without directing him to do it. My eager shifting and moaning urged him.
"Yeah, baby," Debra's voice boomed from the background. "Suck him. Suck him good and hard. Make him cum with those sexy lips."
Debra's order reverberated as I welded my lips to his cock. Hot, siphoning force followed. I was determined to milk him of his cum. My face dipped rhythmically to his groin, swallowing more of him each time. I was going to gradually deep-throat him, increasing my intake with each pounding moment.
"Ahhhhhhhh," he murmured, basking in my oral clench. "Take more of it. Come on, move those luscious lips around my cock. Lower your head, swallow it. Oh, yeah, suck me, blow me. There's plenty left to go in your mouth. You know you can handle it. Show me how low you can take in that dick. Jesus, I can feel your talent. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. You know what you're doing, baby, you've done this before, I can tell. Yeah, eat that thing, eat me good, suck my cock."
The pressure of his fingertips to my mound became urgent. He massaged my groin until I was shaking with want. His thumb found my clit and flattened hard. Ohhhhhhhhh! Oh God, it was good. I was getting all hot and squishy, ready for more.
Debra's tongue materialized between my legs. She effected a fast, steady slurp that sent me to oblivion. I couldn't escape those sizzling laps, no matter how frantic I writhed. Her appetite for pussy left me woozy.
I came without warning. Deb's licking took me over the edge. I shuddered, creaming in her face. I didn't want to spasm, but had no choice in the matter.
When I lifted my hips afterward, Mike accepted their invitation. He unzipped my skirt and flung it across the room. His fingers hooked around my panties and slipped them off. There was nothing else to conceal the perfection of my blonde fur, nor the moist parting lips.
"Honey, you've got a nice pussy."
"Ohhhhhhhh," I trembled, unable to get past the halfway point of his cock. His stimulating touch had me in a quiver.
"Let's see more of you." My blouse was unbuttoned by Debra's whispering fingertips, baring my nugget-sized nipples for their observable delight. I curved my body so that my snatch was close to Mike's face. I liked feeling his breath on it. It gave me the wildest tremor.
I wasn't to know the silken response for long. Mike dragged my cunt to his face and plunged his tongue.
"Ohhhhh, oh, my God." I cried out. I wasn't expecting more head. Debra sufficiently gave me my fill. According to Mike, that didn't matter. His tip curled and probed through juicy tissue as he gulped down my cunt nectar. Although I was pleasured by Deb's tongue, my demand for cunt-lapping was greater. I smeared his nose and cheeks with my hot drippings, soaking him. I panted for those feverish strokes. "Oh, Mike, eat my pussy, suck on my clit. Go for it-yes. Ohhhhhhhhhh. I don't want you to stop, not even for a second."
We wriggled about, bouncing on the water bed. The hastening motion inspired us. Our bodies smacked together in a tantalizing manner that mounted in intensity.
Mike fastened his hands to my butt and hoisted me above his face. He was strong, hungry. Moaning, I sank my starving pussy over his mouth. His pointed tongue awaited, spearing into my slippery cunthole.
"Ohhhhhh, oh, baby, that feels so fucking good," I sobbed. "Oh, yeah. You've hit the spot. Ohhhhh."
I looked down to see that his cock was standing straight up, expecting more lip action. Debra, totally prepared, couldn't refuse him. She dropped to that engorged thing, stuffing her face. Mmmmmmmmmm. She sucked him good and hard, taking that dick even further than before.
Mike's wiggling tip motivated me. I oozed heavily into his mouth. My abundance of cunt juice was propelled by the abandoned whips of his tongue. I whimpered as he lashed me, gobbling those savory secretions. They seeped from my loins in unremitting flow. I loved getting sucked, my pussy fluttered from those expert whips. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. I could have handled it for hours, but realized his satisfaction came first.
Mike's suck frenzy boosted me into high gear. I pushed Debra out of the way, spread my lips more than ever and took it down my throat. I gulped that throbbing cock with all I had. My tongue slithered against a pulsing vessel as I made my suctioning descent. My eyes rolled up in their sockets as my mouth clamped his thick base. Ohhhhhhhhhh, Mike was so wide and lengthy.
"Hey, I thought we were going to share," Debra complained. "I wanted to suck him for a while."
"Yeah, Honey," he groaned, picking up his wriggling tongue from my well-licked clit. "Oh, yeah, swallow me. Oh, baby, Jesus, that feels good, yeah."
His tremors were prevalent. I seized the opportunity to frantically mouth him, coating that erect member of his with hot saliva. I was oblivious to the rigor of having him submerged in my throat. I enjoyed the challenge, plus the frenzied sucks I received. Mike was affectionately reciprocal. He slurped my pussy until I was shaking.
Having fully absorbed him, I made my way up to the enlarged cockhead. I took my time ascending, wiggling my lips higher and higher, keeping them securely attached. Mike appreciated my passionate suck. His gasps described his immediate pleasure. I eased upward, soaring from the glistening shaft and baring all but the saliva-drenched tip.
Mike shuddered on his back, grunting his approval. "Jesus, Honey, I almost exploded in your mouth."
"Mmmmmmm," I teased him, inserting my tongue in his cumhole. I tasted a bead of jism. Its manly flavor clung to my palate. I wanted to gulp down the rest, but realized I'd have to suck it out of him. Gladly, I worked that huge cock back down my throat. I wasn't in a hurry to collect it. I was assured he'd squirt inside my mouth.
Up and down my hungry lips went, devouring him like a favorite snack. Did I say "snack?" When speaking of Mike, "meal" was the proper word. I exerted the sweetest pressure, pulling him through a warm, wet vacuum. I wanted this to be a superior blow job. Even the fantastic head Debra furnished him wasn't to compare with my performance. I put my heart and soul in sucking that rigid cock. When the dense spurts of jism filled my mouth, I would know his ultimate satisfaction.
"Oh, Honey, you've turned my dick into a rock," he gasped. "Oh, baby, keep it wet, use your tongue. Smooth your spit over it. That's it, baby, make it hot and slippery for your throat." He pushed down on my head, urging me to increase my intake.
I obliged him. The shudder in his grip was sufficient confirmation of my pleasing him.
Mike managed to get a grip on himself. He swallowed with difficulty, then hoarsely told me, "I think I need to fuck you, Honey. I want you to come sit on me, feel my cock inside your pussy."
The laps he dispensed were phenomenal. I almost had to stop sucking him, as I began shaking so hard I couldn't concentrate. Mike focused on my clit, causing it to swell from his stroking tip. Electrical charges coursed through me. The jolts of bliss were unending, sizzling from his wild application. Jesus, he was good. Very good. The moist sounds emanating from between my legs aroused me to the fullest. I was very close to cumming, and, in fact, would have gone into orgasm had he not reduced his pace.
"Are you ready for the best seat in the house," he questioned me in the heat of splendor.
"Ohhhhhhhhh."
"My cock is going to do things to you my tongue could never accomplish. It's going to coast straight into the furthest recesses of your pussy and rock your foundation. You're going to be fucked so good, baby. I'll make it last, too."
The dizzying speed at which he operated gave him the benefit. His husky tone sounded distant. I was caught up in the excitement. I couldn't separate the sensations I disbursed, nor the ones I fed him. Everything felt great. I tried to get my mouth back on his cock, but Mike was changing positions. I didn't resist him. He pulled me up on his lap. I supposed, in the back of mind, I was aware of his intent. My plan to undermine his "problem" fell apart. After that fantastic licking, I wasn't in any shape to protest.
"You can't find this kind of action anywhere else in Las Vegas," he went on. "It could never be the same. Ask Deb. She knows she's never found a better dick."
"Yes," she concurred. "Sit on him, Honey. Let him fuck you."
The blunt edge of his cock was at my sopping entrance. An eager lump in my throat pronounced me speechless. Beneath me lay Mike, his dick in his fist, ready to fuck. I was vitalized by that knowledge and pushed down with my pussy. There would be no cum gushing in my mouth. I wanted that explosion to take place in my cunt.
"Oh, Mike," My mouth dropped open in sweet agony. His dick was so hard, penetrating me. It split me apart as it dug into my cunt flesh. "Oh my God, Mike, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh-" I thrust my tits high, letting the erect nipples bob atop the billowy mounds while I shivered. Never once did I pause. Though my very foundation was shaken, I was driven. My hips worked him into me. Every inch of that large cock was covered by my hot pussy lips. I sat like that for several moments, savoring his deep fit. Mmmmmmmmmm, there was so much of him. It ached to take him whole; without introducing something that enormous in graduated amounts, I moaned. I probably should have exercised some discipline, but the thought of fucking that gorgeous cock of his made me so horny I couldn't help myself.
When my sobriety was restored, I gazed down at him. Mike was visibly elated, luxuriating in the moist confines of my snug pussy. His eyes were glossed over, his mouth taut as I squeezed him into my cunt. Ohhhhhhhh. It felt so good, fucking it. Sinking down, feeling it go up into my snatch was indescribable. He dominated me, in terms of size and power. I allowed his manliness to rule me, leading the way to fulfillment. I climbed his ten inches digging my knees into the bed, then bore down with my pussy onto that impaling cock. Ohhhhhhhhhhh!
"How it is, Honey?" Debra whispered. "Do you like having a real man in your pussy?"
"Yes, oh, God, yes." I bit my lip, then trembled as I sank to his base. "It's the best. Ohhhhhhhh. It feels so big in my pussy."
"Move that snatch," Debra demanded. "Make those tits bounce. That's it, Honey."
"Am I hurting you?" Mike asked.
"No, it's just that I'm so excited-" My speech was cut short when Debra installed her tongue between my clinging pussy lips and Mike's cock. It streamed over both of us, quickening our pulse and making us tingle. "Ohhhhhhhhh. Oh, Deb. That feels so good. Yes. More."
"Lick my balls," Mike directed. "Oh, yeah, Deb, warm those balls up with your tongue. Ahhhhhhh."
I could hear her hot, hungry slurps as she covered Mike with bubbly saliva. It felt wet when I pushed down on his cock; a circle of moisture was waiting for me. Those bubbles snapped and slithered against my sluiced cunt lips. "Ohhhhhhh."
"Ride me, Honey." Mike groaned. "Ride that dick. Let it go in and out of you. Respond to it. Enjoy what it does when it rubs your clit, strokes your pussy." He elevated his groin, forcing me to acknowledge its throbbing presence smothered in cunt squish. "Yeah. Fuck it. Fuck my dick. Here it is, waiting for you to come down over it. Let it give you enjoyment. Fuck it, yeah. Ahhhhhhhhhh."
"Yes," I shut my eyes. Debra was correct; there was nothing quite like it. When I bore down on him, more cock was stored inside me than I ever knew. Debra's fluttering tip did a phenomenal job, too. It remained attached, vibrating me to unwarranted heights. I twisted and sobbed, indulging myself with this mixture of physical delight.
Mike seemed very glad to be recipient of our efforts, locked in that squishy clutch while Deb's saliva ran down his balls. I made him groan when I pressed down, fitting every bit of that monster cock into me. Deb licked his stem, catching my juicy snatch as it worked its way up and down. It was a reaction that couldn't be ignored, nor taken for granted. I couldn't believe Deb simply climbed and dropped while penetrated, without uttering a syllable. I had to gasp, squeal, cry out-it was impossible to remain silent. Contact with his hard male flesh thrilled me. To think that these parts of our bodies were joined together, rubbing, exchanging sensations, made sex a delicious thing.
Of course, Mike didn't expect us to do all the work. He fucked back, elevating his groin to meet my pussy, steering that dick of his into my cunthole. He wanted a little control himself. His surge of power almost displaced Debra's tongue in that flight of insatiable madness.
"Don't be afraid of it, doll," he grunted, hammering it into me. "Feel how excited I am. Yeah, feel with your pussy. Ahhhhhhhhh. It wants to fuck you hard-and make you cum."
"Feed it to me, Mike, stuff me with it," I cried. "Fuck me, fuck me good. God, you've gotten me so wet. You're sliding deep into my pussy. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Oh, more. Yes, more-ohhhhhhhh. Yes, give me more of that, more."
"Aren't you glad you came here, Honey?" Debra purred. "Aren't you glad you sat on it?"
"I'm glad," Mike declared. "Yeah, uhhhhhhh. "You've got a hot, juicy snatch, Honey. I love the way your cunt fits over me. Nice and sweet. Oh, yeah. You're wet, soft, hot."
"Mmmmmmmmmm." Deb's tongue didn't miss a spot. Drool oozed from her mouth, over my cunt. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm."
My head tilted back. "Ohhhhhhhh, this is better than anything I expected." Vaguely I remembered my humping Mike was supposed to relieve him; instead, the two of them seemed to focus on my pleasure, my gratification. I tried to get back on track, but after another thrust, another slurp, I was back where I started. Ohhhhhhhhhh. I let its sweetness encompass me. I wrung the joy from each swoop of my cunt lips, each oral caress.
I willed my inner muscle to enclose him as never before, urging him to fuck through the obstacle I created. Mike did so with grunting eagerness, pushing high. I could engage him in a challenge, but Mike knew how to win-and made it great at the same time.
I endured the brunt of the work for only a brief period. When Mike sensed I could hardly continue, he rolled me onto my back, keeping his cock stationed. With all that hardness embedded, I couldn't imagine how it could slip out. All I knew was that I was on my back and receiving his slow, deep strokes.
Debra temporarily disappeared. I tried to see where she went, but Mike's pleasure-giving thrusts would not abate. He lifted himself from me, positioning himself on his knees, and dipped into my juicy cunt again and again. He held the backs of my thighs, pushing forward, driving into my open pussy. Sweat poured from his body, dampening the dark curls of hair. I moaned as he pumped me, experiencing his mounting excitement as his cock plunged deeper and deeper.
"Is this better, Honey? Do you want me to take over?"
"Yes, I'm so dizzy."
"Too much to handle, eh?"
"I'm handling it. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh, yes, I'm trying."
"You like handling it. I can see how much in your face." He fucked me harder, causing the air to rush out of me. "Oh, yeah, you like that big dick inside your pussy. You love it when I cram every last bit between those hot, quivering lips. Ahhhhhhhh. Let me fuck you with it, Honey. Let me fuck you good. Ahhhhhhhhhh."
"Yes. Give me pleasure. Ohhhhhhhhh."
"You're giving me pleasure, too. Plenty of it. Your pussy is providing me everything I want-" His dark pupils curved up into the whites of his eyes. "Jesus. Deb's licking me from behind. Can't you feel it?"
The tickle of her tongue engulfed me. I grit my teeth, shaking with responsiveness. This added dimension was pure escalation. Deb was incredible in furnishing oral transport.
The moist, slippery noises produced by his rapid insertions filled the room-along with our labored breathing. The mattress rolled beneath us. Mike had a superior water bed-it didn't flop about, but held fast to our bodies and provided a stimulating sway.
I fanned my fingers in the wealth of his chest hair and grazed his nipples. He was sensitive to my touch. He flinched as I made contact, then stared at me with those hungry dark pupils, pleading for more. I cupped his breast and discovered his rapid heartbeat. For a quick second, I worried about giving him a coronary, then just as swiftly abandoned the thought. Mike was in top shape; he could deal with this kind of action. He participated in enough of it-at least with Debra.
"Are you almost ready?" he grunted, running that hard dick in and out of my soaked cunt.
I nodded. The urge to cum was too sweet to resist. I'd known, as soon as he started fucking me like this, that it would happen. "Cream in my pussy, Mike-I want to feel you shoot."
"I can't hold back. It's so different with you, Honey. You excite me. You've gotten me hotter than I've ever been, just watching your gorgeous face while I fuck you. I'm ready to explode." His strokes came faster, harder.
"Fuck me, Mike, make me cum."
"Honey, I'm so close."
"Ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Now, Honey, cum with me now-now!"
His face screwed up in a mask of sexual torment, then his eyes went blank. He jizzed, squirting a full load in my snatch. I tried to watch, but was overcome by some of the most delicious spasms I'd ever had. I slammed myself to his groin, taking what pleasure I could from his rigid thing. My clit radiated with passion. I was panting, gasping, struggling to get air into my lungs. God, I came so hard.
By the time my breathing reached normalcy, Mike's cock had stopped twitching. He made no attempt to pull out, lingering in my flooded snatch. We both knew that once he unplugged himself, his cum would spill from my cunt lips.
That, of course, was exactly what Debra wanted. She propelled us apart, pulling his semi-hard cock from my pussy. Immediately, she attended to the gushing white goo. Her dexterous tip ladled up his creamy substance and quickly dispatched it. Her sigh of contentment stirred me, just as the dabbing at my cunt lips made me hoarse. Her aim was to clean me of jism while satisfying her thirst.
"Oh, Honey, Honey," Mike crooned, "that was good."
"Mmmmmmmm," I purred, caressing his arms. "You made me cum so much, I thought I was going to faint. Ohhhhhh."
Finally, he rolled onto his back, throwing his arm across his eyes. He continued to groan and exhale, as though reveling in the magnificent afterglow.
Debra sat up, licking her fingers. "That was a tasty treat. Mmmmmmmmmm."
"Do you still feel the same about me?" I asked, recalling her earlier impressions. "Can you trust me to piece this puzzle together?"
She thought on it. "Why not? You'll have trouble believing it, anyway.. . "
CHAPTER SEVEN
I was shocked after getting my facts straight. Jesus! I was almost embarrassed to call myself a private eye.
Rob wasn't upstairs when I left Mike and Debra. I balled my fist in frustration. The little bastard gave me the slip. It figured he was waiting for just the chance to hitch a ride to Hollywood once again. His desire to be a movie star outweighed taking the ropes of his father's business. I wished I'd had an opportunity like that, instead of chasing after wanna-bes and crooks. His father was going to be pissed at the both of us.
I couldn't let the issue of Rob sabotage my mission. My first course of action was to give Gus a call.
"What?" he gasped over the line, after ten minutes of my painting a far different picture than the one in circulation. This new version collectively challenged our thinking. "I would have never guessed."
"Exactly my reaction. Mike isn't the bad guy."
"So he says."
"I believe him."
"Why? Because he fucked you?" My eyes narrowed. "Let's leave my pussy out of it."
"Ha. You wish."
"Look, I don't have time to talk shit with you. Give me the phone number of Deb's brother. I've got to check this out."
"Sorry, Honey, I can't."
"Why the fuck not?"
"Because he isn't here. He flew to Vegas to talk to his sister. He's worried about her."
"You mean-he's here?"
"Or somewhere reasonably close."
My eyes blinked. "I think I know where. Can't talk. I'll catch you later."
"Hey, wait-"
I slammed down the phone, cutting off his plea. I wasn't going to spare another moment, not when I was so close to solving this case.
I was at Jazz's front door and lightly knocked. Hmmmmmm, no answer. I saw the bell, but refrained from using it. I wondered if she was home. Since Luke was still at the club, I didn't have a clue who stuck around.
Soft, muffled cries sounded from the other side. There could be no mistake: Jazz had company.
I tried the knob. It turned easily in my grasp and the door swung open.
What I saw made me drop my bag.
"Bring it here," Jazz panted, widening her lips. "Oh, yes, mmmmmmm."
She was naked, her magnificent body draped across the bed. A man, completely nude, was clutching her brass headboard, lowering himself to her face. I watched as his enormous cock entered her mouth. It was large in terms of length and width. God! Jazz devoured him quickly, wiping him with spit. Her moist lips surrounded him, gobbling him to the base. I couldn't believe the amount she took. It was as though his dimensions presented little imposition for her.
The man's eyes rolled up in their sockets as she sucked on his dick. No other action seemed to provide more satisfaction than having Jazz eat him. He reared back, dragging his huge cock from her lips. Saliva glistened from his shaft as he slid from her agonizing compression, then drove forward with lustful intent. He crammed all but his balls into her tightened opening. "Christ, oh baby, suck on that thing. Yeah, swallow me whole, take that cock into your throat. Jesus, that feels great. You know how it's done, yeah."
I watched his buttocks flex as he pumped her face. Jazz's fingers caught the backs of his hairy thighs, clawing the wiry wisps that flanked them. She let out a passionate moan-the same evoked seconds before-as she fed upon him. Her head tilted back, her dark mane spilling past rounded shoulders. Her big tits swelled, nipples erect, as she effected her hungry posture.
To my knowledge, she had no idea I was there. I was an aroused bystander, witnessing something so compelling I couldn't have broken my stare for even a moment. I wanted to view every exciting detail as it unraveled.
The man sawing his dick back and forth through her sweet pucker was equally oblivious to my presence. He was too engrossed in the sensations Jazz lavished upon him.
It didn't take a genius to guess who Jazz was blowing. Deb's brother had paid my friend a visit. Right now, he was giving her quite a mouthful.
"Yeah, let me feel that hot tongue, lap my cock, soak my dick in your mouth, cover it with your tingling saliva. Oh, baby, suck hard on it, eat that thing. Wrap your mouth around it, make your lips tight. Squeeze it. Squeeze it with your sexy lips. Yeah, blow me. Yeah, baby, blow me. Eat me good. Oh, baby, go down on it. Take it all the way down your throat."
Jazz was obedient. She indulged him with lazy slurps and tickling licks. His shaft disappeared into her mouth with an eager thrust. She accepted every inch he could cram into her. He groaned as she managed to hide more than he anticipated. A flash of tongue preceded her intake. Jazz lapped his throbbing flesh, circling the bulbous head several times before claiming it. She elicited groans and shudders from the man, visibly pleased at his feverish response. Her cheeks bulged with cock as he sank his entire thing into her face. She held him fast, her moist lips clinging to him for several suck-filled moments before releasing him. He retreated, shaking, but not all of him. Jazz would not allow his bloated crown to leave her mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she murmured huskily, remaining attached to his dick.
"Yes, oh, yes," he replied, distinctly glad to keep that part of him submerged in her saliva-rich warmth. He rewarded her with several intense seconds of pumping. He worked his cock through the tightness of her narrowed lips. Jazz rubbed the taut skin of his dick frantically with her mouth, heavily involved in the fuss. "Uhhhhhh, oh, baby, uhhhhhhh."
I couldn't get over their inflamed activity. I swallowed roughly. Every cell in my body buzzed with pleasure. If I had any reservations about her exclusively liking girls, they were immediately cancelled. Jazz enjoyed stuffing her face with him. Her true preference was shown in every slurp, every nibble. Her mouth wove in a fluent pattern-taking and releasing-making that stiff cock vanish then reemerge drenched with spit. Jazz must have tremendous experience in perfecting her style.
I saw how Jazz embraced his hairy ass cheeks as she assisted in his riding her face. She was raking his flesh with her nails while he methodically fucked her mouth. Her breathless pants and gorging of cock made me twitch with excitement. Her feverish encouragement was stimulating. I stood, restless to participate.
It didn't matter what this girl was capable of. After speaking with Debra and Mike, I knew she had genuine cunning. That facet to her character aroused me. The more I knew, the more drawn to her I was.
Deb's brother looked distinguished-his dark hair receding and sparse, peppered with gray; his mustache cultured; his expression virile. He was handsome, even exceedingly rugged at the height of arousal. I estimated his age to be in the mid-forties. His trim, naked body flexed above Jazz, feeding her his swollen member. He made the transition-at least in my opinion-from polished gentleman to seething lothario. His behavior stirred me, the results of which were unmistakable. I was getting wet from watching him, and my pussy tightened automatically. It was as though I was physically preparing myself for my turn with him.
The man threw his head back and howled in delight. He couldn't get enough of Jazz's mouth. From the tremor of his hips, I noticed how he strained to fit another inch or two between those clasping lips of hers.
Jazz grabbed his hair-roughened wrists, reacting from the infusion of lust. From there, she cupped his ass, pulling him toward her face. Anxiously, she gulped down his cock, eating it as though nothing else existed that could appease her hunger. She sighed as she swallowed him.
"God, you've got me rock-hard. Can't you taste how stiff it is, doll? Yeah, go down on me, tongue that shaft. I'm so fucking excited. Open that mouth, baby, it's all for you. Yeah, eat me, suck my dick. Suck it with all you've got. You want me to cum, don't you, doll? You want that creamy white goo pouring down your throat. I've got a whole lot saved, just waiting to pump. Yeah, keep sucking and you'll make it squirt. Keep mouthing it. Wipe your lips all over it. Ahhhhhhhhhh. Suck it hard, baby, hard-oh, yeah. Can't wait to sit on it, eh? I want to slide into that pussy. I want to fuck you for a while with it, make you feel how stiff it got. I'll keep shoving it into your pussy until you cum. Yeah. Uhhhhhhhh."
Jazz's fingertips dug into his ass. She dragged him as close to her as possible, downing his enormous shaft in a single swallow.
In the midst of his abandoned stream, he caught sight of me. My existence certainly didn't reduce his frenzied pace. If anything, I seemed to spur a new urge. He sent his cock into Jazz, letting out a groan as she fought to capture it whole.
"Hey, baby, looks like we got company."
Jazz's eyes shifted into my direction. Without missing a beat, she detached her mouth from the fiercely sucked head. Her drool trickled down the erect shaft. Having removed her lips, she took his cock in her fist and stroked it. Her excess saliva functioned as a lubricant.
"Honey," she gulped, "you're back. I thought you went to the club."
"I did-but Deb gave me the slip." My eyes flashed at her partner. There were sparks of attraction.
"Aren't you going to introduce us?" the man prompted.
"Of course. How silly of me. Honey, this is Peter Hargrove, Deb's brother. He just came into town, checking on his sister."
"It seems you two share something in common," I cracked, nodding to the stiff cock in her hand. Jazz absently pumped it, oblivious to her actions.
Jazz couldn't argue the fact. "Peter and I are old friends."
I wondered if he knew she had sex with his sister, too. Jazz was slick. You wouldn't know it for a second. She also had a talent for switching gears in mid-stream. I had to give her credit.
"Is this the private eye I hired?" he mused.
Jazz smiled. "She certainly is."
"It's nice to see what my money is paying for," he muttered, gazing at me-from top to bottom. I shivered under his prolonged surveillance.
It was difficult to endure an introduction while that person's cock was getting fondled. He never lost a bit of his ample hardness the entire length of our conversation. It pulsated madly in Jazz's grip. "I understand you run a very successful business, Mr. Hargrove."
"Call me Peter, please. After all," he guffawed, "we've nothing to hide around here."
My eyes couldn't leave his cock. "That name sort of fits, hmmmmmmmm?"
Jazz looked somewhat uncomfortable. Female intuition told me she wasn't crazy about me stumbling upon them. She couldn't very well throw me out, either, now that Peter had taken a gander at my sexy body. A three-way was definitely to his liking. Keeping my mind on what hung between his legs wouldn't have been a problem if I wasn't bombarded with thoughts of Jazz.
I am, however, a professional in my field. Deception is one of my many talents-or so I would like to believe.
His eyes roamed the curves of my body. He appeared to like what he saw. My tits seemed to be his preference-he stared at them with shameless delight. The way they jutted from my blouse, huge and inviting, very-likely tempted him. I've always felt more than adequately compensated by nature.
He wasn't in the least embarrassed for me to view his cock. There was almost an arrogance about his equipment. I received the impression he wanted me to check it out while digesting my reaction. I would never have taken Debra's brother to be such a stud; when Gus first spoke of him, I expected him to be mild-mannered. Of course, now that I had put in the number of hours I had into this case, nothing was as it seemed.
"Why don't you join us, Honey?" Jazz invited, interpreting Peter's signals. "Let's work on him together."
I had just done this less than an hour ago, with Mike and Debra. Three-ways were getting popular.
I couldn't say Peter was any less riveting; he definitely engaged my curiosity. Perhaps I could question them while in the heat of excitement; that might provide answers I wouldn't normally obtain while they were in a sober frame of mind.
"Sure," I sighed, strolling over to them. "It's been ages since I've been with a man." I should have gotten an Oscar for my performance; I managed to say it with a straight face, pulling it off without a hitch.
I looked on as Jazz disclosed the extent of her oral skills. Her mouth rippled over Peter's bulbous cockhead. A glimmer of her darting tongue aroused me, flicking about its compact rim. She captured more of his length in her second descent, increasing the amount with each successive dip of her head. I watched as she worked that throbbing mass into her mouth-taking all she could until finally gorging herself of the entire shaft. Jazz displayed no signs of gagging-Peter's cock was completely swallowed. Her lips strained to include his tight balls in her saliva-dripping embrace.
"Christ," Peter groaned, lifting himself to meet Jazz's hot suck. He clamped her head to guide her snug lips over the areas that pleased him most. High and low she dragged her face, absorbing a cock that was thick and large. "Oh, yeah, baby, suck it good. Suck my dick, put it down your throat. Get it all, that's it. Oh, yeah, oh baby. Eat that thing, take it whole."
"Mmmmmmm," Jazz purred, sucking on it. Her serviceable lips rippled over its pulsating surface, making his enormous member disappear.
I was too aroused to move-not even a fraction. What Jazz did to Peter was far more arousing to me than I realized. I remembered the attachment of her lips, the racing excitement, and agonizing submission. Ohhhhhhhhh. That cock of Peter's made me hungry. I wanted my chance to lick it, to taste him from tip to base, feeling that dick throb against my lips.
I slid next to her, between his legs. That big thing stuck right in our faces. My tongue reached anxiously for it, dabbing saliva at the head while Jazz cruised to his balls with a trail of electrifying vibration.
"Give me some," I moaned.
Jazz released him from her oral clench. Her spit trickled down his shaft. I breathed deeply, seeing how her sucks had changed the color of his cock to its inflamed hue. I put my mouth over him and gave it everything I had. Mmmmmmmmmmm. My lips pulled hungrily, tasting him and Jazz in one ambitious swallow. I took him down my throat, crushing him with my lips. I felt him tremble and groan as I held him in that hot, wet pit, letting his dick soak in a pool of warmth and saliva. When I came up for air, Peter was shaking.
"Oh, Jesus," he gasped when I broke the connection. Bubbles of spit snapped on his bulbous head just as my lips freed him.
Jazz, not to be outdone, opened her mouth wide and gorged herself. Her swirling lips descended his steep shaft, devouring it as though it were a delicacy. Her faint sigh of contentment stirred me. She was so heavily involved in blowing Peter that she paid little attention to my mounting fascination.
I was totally observant of every slurp, gasp and tremor that took place. I was highly aroused by the way Peter balled his fists, then elevated his groin to Jazz's face. Not a single detail escaped me. I was chiefly drawn to Peter's expression as Jazz ate him-his ruggedly handsome face was marred by contortions of ecstasy. Jazz fastened her lips in a pleasure-giving vise, scaling that large cock, then plunging until it was fully consumed. Peter shuddered after becoming orally embedded.
Sitting inches from this unfolding passion gave me a wet pussy. I quivered as moisture oozed from my cunt lips.
Peter stared hungrily at me as Jazz sucked his dick. He invited me to gaze at his excited thing as it was gobbled. I'm sure he realized how horny this got me.
"Want more?" he offered.
Before my thoughts could register, Peter slid his hand up my skirt. Being situated within reaching distance, he executed this maneuver with startling precision. He clamped my mound and rubbed. The pressure of his thumb to my clit provided me a quick thrill.
"Ohhhhhhhh," I cried out, writhing in his grasp. Peter wasn't to have me simply twist and whimper-he decided to compound the stimulation. He slipped my tit out of my blouse. Initially, I assumed he wanted to see if my nipples had stiffened, but Peter was far more devious than that. He pulled me to him and began sucking my tit. His tongue vibrated against me until I lost control. Between his suctioning mouth and fondling hand, I was in heaven.
Jazz made no comment, nor attempted to restrain him. She sucked his cock with unstoppable force, consuming his throbbing bulk in a continuous gulp.
"Ohhhhhh, oh, God," I moaned as he sucked my tits. I threw my head back and cried out as waves of desire swam through me. I cradled his head to my chest, encouraging him to tongue my erect nipples. He seduced me with his mouth. Those relentless licks made me pant. I wanted to fuck him. Christ, how I wanted that big cock.
Peter was aware of that-but he hardly appeared satisfied in that knowledge. He wanted to make me cum with his fingers. He kept jiggling my clit, pressing into its joyful hardness. He knew where it was beneath my panties-he didn't have to look. My panties got damper by the second, a wet spot darkening the silk fabric. I glimpsed the position of his thumb, gazing at it as it moved back and forth, propelling me to new heights. I didn't want it to stop-not even for a second.
"Your friend is pretty hot," Peter remarked, lifting himself from my well-sucked nipple. His spit dribbled along my tit. "Maybe she wants to fuck." He bent over to me. "What do you say, baby?" he whispered in my ear. "Feel like it? I'll satisfy you better than any man you've ever had."
I was tingling all over. God, I really got juicy from that deep masculine register. All I could think about was how he'd made me moan with his cockfeeling it stroke my pussy, wedged against my hard clit, teasing me to orgasm. It didn't matter that I had been fucked so much already; I definitely wanted to include Peter in my stud collection.
His fingers dug into the space between my legs. That wet spot had gotten bigger. He made the sweetest contact with my clit. I thought I was going to cum any second. Peter wasn't going to stop until me made me cream.
"It'll feel so good, baby, when it's all inside," he muttered, his voice thickening. "Oh, yeah, my big dick is going to give you so much pleasure, pumping you so deep, it'll make you cum and cum. What do you say, baby? Let's fuck, huh?"
I couldn't utter a syllable past the lump that formed in my throat. Peter didn't require a verbal response. All I had to do was open my legs for him and offer my hot, slippery cunt.
Yet I felt like giving him some pussy. I wanted to sit on that hard dick, thinking about the thrill to be had.
Jazz took her mouth off Peter's cock. "You can't fuck her, baby. You haven't done me first."
He took his cock in his fist, running up and down its length. "Let me fuck her first, baby. She's been without it for a long time."
The size of his thing intrigued me. I couldn't take my eyes off it. "Yes," I sighed. "Fuck me."
"It'll be the best you ever had." He pulled me close. I could feel his breath, his tremors of desire. "I want you to enjoy it."
Jazz took swift measures to diminish the intensity of the moment. She lowered her face to Peter's cock. Her lips widened and in a flash, she had him in a deep suck.
"Oh, yeah." His eyes glazed over as he endured that saliva-drenched descent of Jazz's mouth. She swallowed his cock with ease. Her lips dipped to his thick trunk, then rose to the bloated head. She kept that part submerged, sucking it with all she had. Her mouth never ceased in its feverish undertaking, gulping cock down her throat, then letting it reemerge with drool spilling along its throbbing stretch. "Oh, yeah, baby, suck it, suck on it. Eat me, roll your hot tongue all over it. Make me cum with your sweet mouth."
Jazz put forth a concerted effort to have him erupt. "Mmmmmmmm," she sobbed, making the skin of his cock slick. She became feverishly enthusiastic gorging herself, and appeared determined to maintain that pace until he filled her mouth with his hot goo.
What a stingy bitch! She invited me into bed with them, then hogged that cock all to herself.
Peter dragged me to his face. His mouth covered my nipple to vent the most pleasurable suck yet. I moaned as he devoured my tit. His thumb worked my clit, rotating the soaked spot in my panties. The friction he afforded me went beyond teasing stimulation-he rubbed me clearly with the intention to make me cum.
"Ohhhhhhh," I crooned, his pace dizzying. "Oh, my God, ohhhhhhh." I arched my back, eager for him to finish what he started. Hot impulses flared through me. There was no going back. I wanted to spasm against his highly aroused flesh.
"Come on, baby," he said between sucks. "Come on."
The pleasure mounted to an unbearable level. My temperature climbed with the force of his suck and the pressure of his thumb. I panted for it. I would have gone out of my mind had he stopped, but Peter wasn't to disappoint me. He squeezed me tighter and tighter, massaging my clit. My senses were in a breathless spin.
"Ohhhhhhh," I cried out, then came. I twitched and jerked in his grasp. The parts of my body he coveted became sensitive to the touch, yet Peter refused to abandon them. His mouth never parted from my tit, his thumb remaining over my hard clit. "Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh! Oh, yes! Ohhhhhh."
Peter wasn't to savor the moment for long. Jazz sucked him to orgasm a moment later. He went tense, shaking, his features twisting as he came in her mouth.
Jazz made quite a show of it. She opened her mouth just enough to let his cum pour down his cock. Thick goo trickled down that massive thing until Jazz-unwilling to waste a single drop-scooped it up with her tongue. She lavished him with her mouth in the final throes of his eruption, slurping jizz until she had cleaned that pulsating surface.
Peter shuddered, delirious. "Christ, oh, man." When Jazz's mouth was off his dick, he took it back into his fist and stroked himself. He stared at me longingly as he maintained a semi-erection. "Uhhhhhhh."
I was grateful for the pleasure he gave me, but proceeded with caution. Orgasm had a sobering effect. I realized I had to get Jazz away from Peter and question her.
Jazz seemed to be wise to my thoughts. "Peter, would you excuse us? Girl talk, you know."
He seemed too numb to care. Giving a barely perceptible nod, he drifted off to sleep.
"Let's go to my room," I suggested.
"Sure."
She slipped into some clothes, deliberately lagging behind. I exercised heed, not wishing to show my hand prematurely. Right after, we shuffled out of her room.
Just as we arrived at the elevator bank, I asked, "So, how long have you been friends with Deb's brother?"
When she failed to answer, I turned. A gun was pointed in my direction.
"Don't make a peep, Honey," she warned.
The gleam in her eye and the cast of her features had me believe she was one serious bitch. "No problem, doll. Lead the way."
CHAPTER EIGHT
I was conscious of that gun aimed at me en route to my apartment. "You haven't had any target practice lately, by any chance?"
"I'm a crack shot," Jazz indicated in a no-nonsense tone. "In fact, I graduated with honors in my rifle class."
Swell-a sharp shooter with an attitude; just what I needed to cap an enlightening evening. I wondered what was in store for me beyond my front door. Her intent seemed plain.
I guess I don't have to mention I was a little scared.
Jazz was a bundle of surprises. The second we entered my place, my jaw dropped. Rob was sprawled across the bed, handcuffed. Jazz must have had something specific in mind: she removed everything except his underwear. Rob, pinned to his back, looked fashionably helpless.
"I thought you might like a little company, stud," Jazz proclaimed, shoving me in his direction.
I grinned, maintaining my cool. "I'm impressed. How did you manage?"
"By threatening," Rob revealed, visibly pissed at his predicament. "Fucking bitch forced me here at gunpoint."
"I couldn't take any chances," Jazz sighed with exaggeration. "When he saw me at The Golden Fleece and I couldn't explain why I was there, I whipped out the gun and talked him into getting into my car."
"Why were you there?" I queried.
She shoved the butt of the gun into my ribs. "None of your fucking business."
"Sorry I asked," I snipped. "You know, doll, you could save yourself a whole lot of trouble by putting that thing away. You wouldn't want to add murder to your list of felonies."
"So," she mused, "you've been checking up on me. Tell me what you know."
I fixed her a defiant look. "Make me."
She jabbed me with the revolver. "Need anymore inspiration, pumpkin?"
"I get the message." I sat on the edge of the bed, next to Rob, taking care to cross my legs. The ruse had worked once before; Jazz loved the sight of my gams. Her instincts, however, were sharp. Fooling her a second time wasn't easily accomplished. "Don't sweat it, doll. I'll spill the beans."
"Tell me exactly what you know," she insisted. "Don't spare any detail."
"First, you and Deb weren't roomies. That was total bullshit. You were Mike Brent's girl."
She brightened. "So you bumped into Mike, eh?
I thought you didn't find them."
"Oh, I found them, all right. In fact, we had ourselves a little fun."
"I can just imagine. Mike's quite a stud. He hasn't found a girl who could keep up with him. He used to leave me achy for days."
Serves you right, doll, I thought darkly, serves you right. "It seems there's a discrepancy in your story. Mike isn't the bloodthirsty gangster you related. He isn't even affiliated with the mob. He owns an honest business-one that's been in financial trouble."
"Your thoroughness astonishes me, Honey. When Deb's brother mentioned you were assigned to the case, I expected some two-bit hustler. I would never have dreamed you'd get this close."
"You wanted a stake in Mike's club, Jazz. You begged him to hand over a sizable amount of ownership. Your backing, however, appeared to be coming from a mysterious source. Mike sensed trouble and would have no part of it. As a result, you dumped him."
She nodded, giggling. "I love it."
"You were still determined to take possession of the club. You harassed Mike with phone calls, notes, brute-looking messengers-any form of torture at your disposal-so that he might eventually capitulate. Because of his fondness for you, he resisted taking legal action. You were slowly driving him to his limit."
"Some men are such fools, aren't they?" she snickered.
"What was unforeseen was Mike finding Debra Hargrove. The attraction between them was powerfully challenging. No matter how you tried, you couldn't seem to sever the relationship. You discovered Deb's family had money; unfortunately, Deb's brother controlled it. It would have been a matter of time before she petitioned for the required sum-leaving your plans in the lurch."
"Damn," Jazz whistled. "You're good, Honey."
"The rest is all assumption. You planted lies in Peter Hargrove's head about his sister, about Mike's mob connections and Deb's mysterious disappearances. You obviously fucked his brains out while diluting-or just plain twisting-the facts. The man was in no shape to believe anything but your word."
"Let it never be said the female mind can't be brilliant."
I shook my head. "It wasn't brains that gave you the advantage, doll; it was pussy."
"Good point," she conceded.
"What I don't understand, doll, is why you permitted Peter Hargrove to hire a private detective to sort through a mess you single-handedly created."
"Easy," she said, adjusting those mouth-watering tits an inch or two from my face. "Prior to what you barged into this evening, Peter Hargrove didn't know me from Adam. Do you realize how difficult it is for someone like me to meet a man of his illustrious position? He'd never notice me in a million years. I was a fucking wallflower! Once I learned Deb Hargrove came from money, I had to instigate something to generate concern-and attention. Do you think he would have bought my story if I told him his sister was dating a KGB spy? I don't think so. I adlibbed the gangster stuff to alarm him, then cleverly planted the idea in his head to hire you."
"Me?"
"Yeah." She stroked my protruding nipples with the end of the gun. "I've heard tell of the famous Honey Best. I've seen your pictures. I've even played with myself while staring at your sexy pussy."
Shit-now I heard everything! Was Jazz telling me she was president of my secret fan club? Did this girl take me for some dumb twat?
"My picture was in circulation?" I asked. "Since when?"
"Private Dick Digest. April issue. Check it out."
Hmmmmmmmmm. And I presumed it was one of those tits and ass magazines when I sent them a few poses. Wow! If my memory served me correctly, I mailed them some pretty steamy stuff, and went into great deal about my fantasies. I couldn't blame Jazz for going into a jiggle frenzy, based on that knowledge. "Maybe so-but enough said about that. You sent me to investigate facts you directly fed me. You had to know that Deb and Mike would set things straight immediately. How could you have prevented me from getting back to her brother with the truth?"
"I'm holding that prevention right in my little hand," she said, leveling the gun in my face. "Honestly, I thought I scared you with that bit about his being a gangster. I didn't think you had the balls to sniff out clues, leave no stone unturned. Besides, Mike keeps his place heavily guarded-how was I to know you'd slip past his men? I figured they'd toss you out on your ass."
I let out a whistle. "You don't have a very high opinion of my sleuth talents, do you?"
She stroked my nipples once again. "You sure had me fooled, Honey. How could somebody as hot as you be so good in the detective field? When I saw your picture, I concluded you couldn't be doing it for the money-it had to be for the kinky situations you'd get yourself into."
"There's been a lot of that," I concurred. "As far as the money-ha! I'd do better selling cosmetics door-to-door."
Jazz sighed. "It's such a shame, all that erotic brilliance about to be wasted."
"Wasted?"
Jazz cocked the gun. "You didn't think I was going to let you go after having this wonderful discussion? Just before you stepped into my apartment, I was about to get Peter Hargrove to sign a contract I had drawn up, making us partners. I'm going to seize control of The Golden Fleece once and for all."
"Why do you want The Golden Fleece?" I asked, stalling for time.
Jazz took a moment to effect a dreamy gaze. "Ever since I was with Mike, I was in love with the place. You've been in there. Its fucking awesome. Mike didn't deserve it-he ran it into the ground, making bad decisions. I know how to better manage it. I could have made a fortune by now." She smiled darkly. "I still can. Peter's recuperating from that whopping blow job I just gave him. After he does, I'm going to wave a pen and that contract in his face. He won't get more until I see his signature on the dotted line."
"Get these handcuffs off me," Rob growled, straining violently. He had visibly tired of Jazz's boasting and my recounting current events. His wrists and ankles were well-secured.
"Nothing doing," Jazz informed him. "I'm too close to success to have you spoil my plans. I'll have to do away with the both of you."
"Fuck you!" Rob spat, punctuating his defiance with a lunge of his crotch.
Jazz snickered. "It's a shame I won't have a chance to give you that thrill before you draw your final breath."
Jazz's eyes shifted suspiciously at me. "What do you mean?"
"Are you forgetting I saw what kind of shape Peter was in when we left him? He's out like a light, sleeping it off. You'd be able to fit in a quickie if you really wanted to before he awakes."
"Hmmmmmm," Jazz murmured, gazing hungrily at Rob. "Now there's a thought."
"Stay the fuck away," he growled. "I don't want your mouth or pussy anywhere near me."
"Go ahead," I encouraged. "What do you have to lose? Fuck her. It'll be better than a cigarette. I know-I've had it."
"You want me to stick my cock in her when she's about to put a bullet in both our heads?" Rob rolled his eyes at me. "Have you lost it, Honey? How the hell am I supposed to get a fucking hard-on?"
"Leave that to me, pumpkin," Jazz said huskily. "That'll be my job."
"No thanks," he growled, turning his face from her.
Jazz whipped out a piece of rope-where she got it from was anybody's guess. "Suppose I'll have to tie you up, Honey, so you don't get any imagine ideas. I can't have you cracking my head open with some chair while I'm humping the guy."
"You think of everything, doll."
Jazz must have had Girl Scout training: that bitch tied an expert knot. She seemed to take pleasure in binding my arms and copping a feel at the same time. I never got a whirl at slapping the gun out of her hands; she was quick and efficient.
"Now, Robbie," Jazz murmured, "it's time for us." She ran her hands over his chest in an enticing manner.
"It won't work," he hissed through clenched teeth. "I won't perform for you."
She stroked Rob more hotly, probing the network of muscles that comprised his arms and chest, descending inevitably to his crotch.
Her touch sparked a response in this lower, more vulnerable region. Even I could see how Rob's cock twitched to life. His shaft began to harden, expanding the length of his underwear, swollen delectably outward.
I breathed more quickly, flooded with excitement. Jazz never ceased to amaze me. The personality I initially encountered had matured into a formidable opponent. She knew exactly how to use her natural assets to get what she wanted.
Rob turned his head from them, unwilling to study their lustful techniques. His man's body unfortunately betrayed him, reacting to the female touch.
Jazz was undeterred. Her finger slithered along the outline of his cock. "You're all man, Robbie," she declared in a husky tone. "Mmmmmmmmm. All man."
I swallowed hard, engrossed in what she did.
Jazz rubbed him until his dick was entirely hard. Every inch of Rob's massive cock seemed accounted for in the bulge through his briefs. He may have made himself mentally immune, but physically he had surrendered to her persistent grazing. Jazz's efforts had thoroughly excited him. Women had the ability to undermine a man's physical concentration.
"See, you like that, don't you? Of course, you do. You can't ignore my touch," Jazz declared in a provocative whisper. "I'll give you more pleasure than you dreamed."
Rob swallowed hard. Whether he wished to or not, I could see he was subdued by her sexiness.
"Can you handle it?" Jazz taunted. She climbed on top of his lap, deliberately settling her luscious buns over his hard-on, then proceeded to unburden herself of her blouse. She made certain he witnessed its drop from her tits, catching somewhat on her nipples. Her breathing seemed to deepen as she stared down at him, demanding that he hold his gape. "You know, I'll bet you're the type of man who could effortlessly please two women at once." She lowered her nipples to his mouth. "Why don't you suck these?"
Rob's features darkened. He exhibited iron nerves.
"Come on, stud, consider them a gift from a charitable person." She brought them to his lips, dipping them through. "That's it, lick them. Don't they taste wonderful? Ohhhhhhhh. Why look, you're making them stiff."
Rob groaned at her heated persistence.
Jazz, not to be physically discounted, massaged the lump in his underwear with her pussy. "When was the last time you had a dry hump, baby?" Without waiting for an answer, she swung her slim hips into action, mounted over his swollen cock.
"Jesus-" Rob gulped. Though his brows were heavily knit, he looked powerless to ignore those delectable rubs. His will was challenged. Slowly, he obeyed her feverish whim.
Jazz edged forward, consumed by the hot sucks she received to her nipples. "Ohhhhhhhh." Rob lavished saliva over them. Jazz paid close attention to the jutting shape in his underwear, bearing down with her pussy. "Ohhhhhhhh, feels good, rubbing against you. You're longer and thicker than any man I've ever had. Mmmmmmmmm, can you feel my clit grinding on your hard thing? I'm getting so wet, leaking my juices on you, making your shorts damp. This is just pretend fucking. If I remove your briefs, you can have the real thing."
"Uhhhhhhhhh," Rob moaned.
Jazz shivered, closing her eyes. It appeared as though she'd been defeated by her own trick. She swallowed several times, gasping. "Ohhhhhhhh, suck them-yes! Oh, yes! Ohhhhhhhh."
I was completely horny, with nipples erect. My clit vibrated as I followed the scene with interest. I'd been running around Las Vegas in a constant state of arousal. Even though I'd had plenty of sex, I still couldn't seem to get enough.
Jazz's features contorted as she slid her hot pussy lips over the hard ridge protruding from Rob's underwear. "Do you want it now, baby? Are you ready for me? Want some hot pussy? I'll sink right down on your stiff cock. Hurry, before I cum. Ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhh-you're making me cum."
Rob braced himself, visibly desperate to resist.
She pinched her nipples, then dragged her cunt back and forth on his stiff dick. Although she went into orgasm, she bounced right back. "Come on, stud, you know you want it. You can't fight me. You can't resist my sweet pussy." She spasmed roughly, her soft voice cracking from the strain.
Rob's face was red. He was losing the battle. Jazz's inflamed sexuality was more than he could manage.
Jazz snapped out of her trance after her voluptuous body stopped wrenching. Removing her panties, she fitted her shapely thighs around Rob's face. Jazz literally glowed with horniness.
"Lick me," she gasped. "Suck my pussy."
She eased herself over Rob, maneuvering her hips to maximum benefit. His tongue darted at that snatch, eliciting her mewls of delight.
"Yes, that's it, lick me, more. Don't stop. That's it, Robbie. More. Ohhhhhhhhh." She threw her head back, shaking.
This sort of action was getting to me. Whew! Either somebody fucked around with the thermostat, or it was hot in there. I broke into a sweat, watching the two of them go at. Rob barely kept up with Jazz's frenzied demands.
"You didn't think we were finished yet, baby," Jazz purred. "We've only just begun."
Rob struggled ferociously at his restraints.
Jazz brushed her cheeks into his crotch, vibrating her lips into his rigid cock. "A few licks ought to release you from misery." She pulled down his underwear slowly, freeing his dick. It throbbed high in the air, awaiting her fiendish pucker.
"No," he muttered.
She lapped both sides of his cock, slurping, eating, forcing him to writhe in splendor. She kept her tongue moving along Rob's cock, dabbing him with saliva.
Rob, groaning in subjugation, seemed to grow even larger as she applied her hot mouth. He watched, winded, as his thing disappeared in her face. After a few moments, he elevated his hips to meet her gobbling receptacle. There wasn't a shred of will power left inside him.
"Yeah," he groaned. "Yeah. Uhhhhhhhhhhhh. Suck it."
I attempted to wrest myself free. I somehow wriggled through the professional knot she tied. If it weren't for the stimulation she tormented me with, I wouldn't have had the energy. At last, I had total use of my hands.
I slithered toward Jazz, who had her back turned to me. I was practically within reach of Jazz when she suddenly whirled around and saw me. I must say, she looked pretty surprised.
"You've escaped!" she cried. "But how?"
I hurled myself at her. She balled her fist and tried to land a blow. Without missing a beat, I pulled her down to the floor and managed to pin her with my knees. Her slim, desirable body struggled. The backs of my thighs touched her nipples. Mmmmmm. That old yearning hummed through my groin.
"Never mind that," I told her. "Where's the key to unlock him?"
"Do you think I'm stupid? I won't give it to you."
With a burst of might, she got on top of me. My blouse opened and soon we were rolling about the floor, with our tits smashed together. Our mounds also happened to be rubbing. My panties were torn by Mike when he had been thrusting into me; I felt the heat of her pussy scorching mine.
"I want that key!" I hissed.
"No way." She was panting in my face, her breath hot with desire. I was getting sensually charged from the contact, too. My cunt lips opened, exposing my rapidly swelling clit to hers.
"Do as I say!" I commanded.
"No."
I resumed my position on top, splitting her thighs open with my weight. Our clits ground together, hotly connected. Wet sounds came from our slippery pussies.
"Here's a little payback for what you did to Rob," I gasped. I felt those lusciously slim legs tremble around me as I rubbed my cunt back and forth. Her juicy lips could not flee my stimulating massage, nor could that clit escape my hardened one.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," she gasped, shivering.
"You bitch," I murmured at her ecstasized expression. Our cunts slapped together. We smeared each other with our juices. I clung tightly to her, making sure she received the brunt of my horniness.
The sweet communication of our pussies also bore their effect on me. I was woozy with lust in my bid to defeat her. "You sucked his cock," I said huskily, venting my warm breath upon her. "You had the whole thing in your mouth, then licked his balls."
"So what?" she said, sobbing noises drifting from her throat.
"Ohhhhhhhh." My hips worked fast, feeding her deliciously soft stimulation.
Jazz appeared to be overcome from the concentration to her clit. "Stop. Please-"
"Make me."
Jazz's features twisted as orgasm descended upon her. "Ohhhhhhh, I don't want to make you. I want to cum," she shuddered, slamming her pussy to mine. "Ohhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhh!"
I came, too, the contractions fierce and gratifying. I felt them edge up to my womb, shaking my entire being. "Yes, oh, yes! Mmmmmmmmmmm."
I sat up on Jazz, watching her writhe and jerk. Sweat streamed down her sexy body. She lifted her hands and groped for me, obviously wanting to clutch my flesh as she came.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," she sighed, quivering.
I snatched the gun from the table and grazed her temple with the butt. "Lights out, doll."
Jazz collapsed with a sweet sigh.
I staggered to my feet, trying to assemble my thoughts.
Rob, who had witnessed Jazz's arousing defeat, lay across the bed with a throbbing hard-on.
"Do you know where the key is?" I asked.
"I believe it's on the table over there." He indicated the direction with a nod of his head.
It was. I triumphantly inserted it into the handcuffs and freed him.
Fixated with the stimulation provided by Rob's arm, I revealed my weak condition. I was aflame with horniness.
"Rob.. . " I whispered, shivering.
He seized my taunting hand and clamped it over his crotch. The strength imprisoning me imparted urgency. The burgeoning swell of cock under my palm emphasized it. I stroked his bulge, surrendering to its gripping pulsations. My attack of Jazz disabled her from finishing what she had started.
Rob caressed my cheek, his eyes dark with desire. His thumb traced my jawline, traveling to the back of my head. As his fingers encompassed me, he pushed down. Sighing my consent, I rushed to situate my cheek against his dick. I purred as he rubbed my face into the warm mass of cock. The smell of masculine sweat and female saliva induced me. My accelerated breathing told him not to stop.
Grabbing his cock in one fist and steering my head with the other, he fed me his meat. I merely opened my mouth to pleasure him.
"Ahhhhh," Rob gasped as I fastened my saliva-rich lips to him. "Oh, doll, eat that thing. Suck it good. Give me the thrill she couldn't."
"Mmmmm," I moaned, weaving my mouth around its pulsating thickness. My energy levels recharged, I divorced myself of everything but this oral massage. Rob still regulated my intake, guiding himself with clenched fingers, rocking me toward him in a steady pant. I sucked him with all the imagination and skill he came to expect from me.
I abandoned my surveillance of Jazz's inert form. My lips glided along the strained skin of his dick like a stolen whisper, a sweet undertone. I'm sure I demonstrated a love for cocksucking he hadn't encountered in many women. I could capture the visual expression of what appeared to be oral orgasm. The moist flutter of my tongue stunned him.
"Jesus," he groaned, "it feels so good."
I worked his shaft down my throat, then climbed upward until I was flicking at his bloated head. The tongue dance I gave him caused him to swallow heavily. I was super turned on by his response, his flavor.
The craving to stroke my clit as I blew him festered. It was difficult not to complete the sequence of adrenaline-producing suction without that added effect. My finger crept down to my sodden cunt lips. I found my clit to be as damp. Furiously, I jiggled myself.
"Mmmmmm!" I gasped. "Mmmmmmm!"
My sizzling whimpers intensified Rob's need to cum. The euphoric suddenness of my desire brewed into a heat storm.
"Hurry, doll. I'm gonna jizz."
"Mmmmmmm."
"Let's pop together. Ohhhhh, Christ, get ready, uhhhh, uhhhh.. . swallow! Swallow-now!"
I moaned as he erupted, permitting him to cream my mouth. I gulped down his hot seed just before having my own drenching orgasm. The contractions measured the same debilitating power as when he fucked me.
"Ohhhhhh!"
It took a moment to regain a steady breath. Rob was exceptional in bed. If there had been time, I would have fucked him. Instead, I glanced at my watch.
"Deb's brother is in Jazz's apartment. Why don't you go over to him and explain everything while I stay here with the bitch until the cops get here?"
"Sure." Pulling on his pants, he gave me a wink. His dick was sticking out, not the least deflated. Conscious of his swollen condition, he gestured to me. "But before I do.. . "
"Later. Hurry up. I don't want to have to wrestle with her again. She may look frail, but she fucking wore me out!"
He nodded, attempting to understand.
"Hey, " I called out to him.
"Yeah?"
"How come you didn't try to split on me when you had a chance? I thought you would set your sights for Hollywood at the first opportunity."
He shrugged. "I kind of like hanging out with you."
I let out a hoot. "Or is it the pussy supply?" He grinned. "That, too."
I pointed to the door, ending out little chit chat. "Go to Jazz's apartment. And don't mind the way he looks; despite his inert position, he's still breathing."
"Thanks for the tip-off," he said with a wink before departing.
I shook my head. At times, I really liked that guy. I was almost sorry to ship him back to Toledo. We made a fairly decent team.
I gazed at Jazz's form, then sighed before reaching for the phone. I was calling the cops to haul her sleeping ass out of here. "Face it, doll. You really fucked up."
"Not a chance," spoke a gruff, familiar voice.
Before I could make positive identification, my delectable body was dragged against a wall of muscle. A brawny arm was locked about my throat. Automatically, I caressed its roughness of hair, trying to ease its hold.
"Don't struggle too much, baby," Luke, the building's owner, warned in a harsh tone.
"Please don't hurt me," I sobbed.
"I don't want to." He seemed aroused by my sexy body helpless against his. "Man, you feel good."
"I thought you were on Deb's side."
"That is what we made everybody think. I've been working for Jazz. She and I were going to take over The Golden Fleece."
"You, too?"
"Sure. We were in cahoots from the beginning. Both Deb and Mike are still fooled."
Slick bastard-he sure pulled the wool over my eyes.
"Too bad you're a private dick," he muttered, grinding his crotch to my ass. "I really liked fucking you. You were dynamite."
All signs of my militant behavior were gone, replaced by shivering willingness. The substitution was deliberate. "Who says it has to be over?" My husky tone contained steamy suggestion.
"What do you mean?"
I stroked his furry arm cradled around my neck. My other hand reached down between his legs, stroking his cock through his pants. "I'll do anything you want. I enjoyed what we did. To tell you the truth, I never had it in the ass, but you made me want it. I'll bet you're really good."
"Of course, I am."
"Care to prove it?"
Luke, swallowing hard, was quickly getting an erection. He bulged thickly against my fevered grope. "Oh, yeah?"
"I just want your big cock," I whispered, "all to myself."
His arm fell away from my neck. Apparently, I convinced him of my willingness. My deception was quite successful. Luke wanted to fuck.
"Come here, doll," he mentioned, pulling my voluptuous body to the bed Rob previously occupied. "I want you under me so I can see you moan. "
Luke seized me by the arm and flung me on my back. Urgency ruled his actions. With hardly a tug, he tore my panties off, then my top. My boobs tottered like jello as I assumed that submissive position.
"You sure don't waste anytime, do you?" I muttered under my breath, noting his expanding and contracting chest. I kept glancing at the door, half-expecting Rob to return. I couldn't believe Luke and Rob didn't cross paths.
He sank to his knees in front of me. "I almost prefer you to Jazz; you're a much more exciting woman. Can't you tell how aroused I am being near you?" He thumbed his erection. "Maybe you ought to change professions. We could make quite a team. Jazz and I were going to take control of the Golden Fleece. We were planning it for ages. I was the one who introduced her to Mike. I set the two of them up. Ultimately, it was to be my club." He let out a guttural laugh. "Who knows? Maybe you and I can manage to finish what Jazz failed to complete. Now that everybody knows Jazz is the bad guy, they won't suspect me." He knelt between my opened thighs. "The sexual chemistry between us was incredible." My pubes were exposed to his steamy breath. He took my hand and made me feel his stiff dick. He had me massage it, feeling the pulsating mass. "It could be like this, doll-always."
I had started feeling woozy groping him, but then he took more conducive measures. He lowered his head between my legs, his tongue snaking toward my cunt.
I closed my eyes and shivered. A delicious tickling sensation took possession. I let out a pleasured gasp as he lapped my pouty cunt lips.
God, he was making it difficult to say no. How could I live without that tongue, without that licking?
The righteous side of me took a stand. In a trembling voice, I stammered, "You'll never get away with it. You won't get the money to buy the place. Mike Brent will never agree to yourohhhhhhhhhh. Oh, God. Ohhhhhhhhhhh-"
He ran his tongue over my clit, flicking it to hardness. When it became a swollen dot, he took it between his lips and sucked it.
"Ohhhhh," I sighed, swaying.
His tip moved rapidly, whipping my love button back and forth until I stirred with pleasure. "Perhaps you can persuade him for me. You will help me, won't you?"
The concentration of saliva made my clit throb. I could do nothing to stop his sweet licks. Those wide, generous slurps clouded my sense of judgment. I was being lured into an obedient frame, led by sexual impulses coursing through me.
"You'll do that for me, won't you? Sure you will. I saw how quickly you bent to my will when we were at the club. You let me give it to you in the ass." He sucked on my pussy, sending me into a hot stupor. I vibrated against his tongue, ready to cum.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, " I cried. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"
"That's good, baby, cum, cream in my face."
"Ohhhhhh."
I was sputtering, quivering-deliciously overwrought. I was no longer looking to the door for Rob; Luke made certain, from his curling use of his tongue, that my thoughts were locked into the desire-seeking frame he induced.
After orgasm washed over me, I was all over him. I couldn't help myself. He got me so fucking horny, I thought I was going to scream. My fingers wove through that thick tangle of hair that covered his chest. I tweaked his nipple upon discovering it in that abundant growth. Mmmmmmmm. He might be rough, but he was fun.
I slid my hand into his pants, massaging his cock through his underwear. It throbbed at my touch, erect. I noticed how its massiveness barely stayed within the confines of his skimpy briefs. "Mmmmmmmm," I purred.
"It won't hurt you," he murmured in my neck. "To my recollection, you were eager for more." He was quite proud of his equipment.
"Yes, I was." I ran my finger down its immense length and shivered. He was very suckable at the moment.
I drew his underwear over his hips, watching his shaft pop straight out at me. Jesus, I couldn't get over its size. He was huge. I got very aroused just looking at it.
Without preliminary, I traced the bloated head and pink rim with my tongue, then breathed hot air on his balls. A dribble of saliva escaped and slid down his cock. Luke's hand immediately went to the top of my head, prepared to push me down. There was no need for him to be anxious-I intended to swallow him.
I tickled the opening on top of his dick, tasting the salty ooze emitted during his arousal. His deep grunts assured me that I was proceeding along nicely.
"Come on, doll," he gasped. "Suck it." Pressure was gently being applied to my head.
My lips widened and I went down. Mmmmmm. His cock went all the way down my throat. I sucked and sucked it, making him groan in ecstasy. Luke seemed to enjoy getting blown. I could tell by the way his cock pulsated between my wriggling lips that he liked receiving head.
"Yeah, eat it, take it all," he said gruffly, thrusting himself into my mouth. "Suck that dick, baby. Suck it good. Yeah, eat my meat. Wrap those lips nice and tight. Ahhhhhhh. Work it down your throat. Yes, baby, work it down. Ahhhhhhhh." His hips jerked, pushing more cock between my slippery lips.
My mouth greedily absorbed his cock, coating it with hot drool. Luke loved how I worked him with my lips, bringing his senses to a boil.
"How do you like that, Luke?" I asked. "Do you like the way I do it? Better than Jazz?"
He pushed down on my head. "No more talking. Suck."
I nodded-my mouth was full.
"Suck," Luke gasped, spreading his legs wider, lunging his member deep in my mouth. "More."
I accommodated him as best I could, broadening my lips. His thick shaft slid down into my throat as I worked it. Judging from his contorted features, the groans of delight and the thrust of his cock, he hadn't received head of this quality before. His fingers dug into my shoulders as he guided himself fully into my moist opening. I loved the taste of his hard flesh pulsing between my compressed lips. My tongue pressed against the large vein that ran the length of his cock, tormenting it first with a tickle of saliva, then coating it whole.
"Mmmmm," he growled with pleasure. "Suck."
I obeyed his order lovingly. Flushed with sex, I would have done anything he asked. My nipples protruded from my swollen tits, slick with sweat. Particularly when I attached myself to this part of Luke's body, I grew hot with excitement. Sucking him totally aroused me. Feeling the taut vibrations of his body as I went down on him was a real turn-on.
I filled my hands with his balls. They were tight, heavy with cum. Mmmmmm, I moaned, sinking my mouth onto his cock. I was hungry, and he would provide me with food-the kind I loved to eat!
My clit was still hard, yearning to rub against his dick.
Enveloping his hard thing with my lips, I lowered my head until the shaft disappeared. Luke was trembling, his breath coming in great gulps. The tips of his fingers dug into my flesh, urging me to move faster. He plunged himself into my warmth, advancing toward that precipitous edge of ecstasy.
My body temperature climbed. Watching him going out of his mind from a blow job was the very thing I needed to gravitate my own fulfillment. After he came, I wanted him to fuck me hard until my flesh sang with gratification.
Luke's torment visibly increased in intensity. He fixed me with a glazed stare, fucking cock into my mouth. "Swallow," he grunted, taking possession of my head. "Ugh-swallow."
I wasn't physically prepared for the amount he was about to spew. It heavily filled my mouth. I worked it down, but more followed, then more. I gulped it, torn between feverish desire to eat it and pull myself from his delirious grasp. He expected me to swallow every drop.
"Ugghh! Ummmmmm.. . uuhhhhhh!" he called, discharging his thick cream.
Distinguishing the urgency in his voice, I swallowed down the last of it.
Suddenly, Luke jumped to his knees, picking up my legs and dragging them over his shoulders. His cock wasn't the least bit soft. "I'm going to give it to you the old-fashioned way."
"You can't possibly be ready. I just made you cum."
"Think so?" he muttered, grinning. He slid into my cunt, hard as a rock. "Feel this, baby, and ask me again."
I rolled my head from side to side, clawing the sheets while Luke rhythmically pounded his cock into me. I felt his balls shake from the force of his powerful strokes. His buttocks flexed and pushed, sending his enormous shaft through my puffy cunt lips.
The feeling was wonderful-exactly what I wanted. I shoved my pussy at him, gasping as he crammed himself down to the last inch. Ohhhhhhhhhh. That dick filling my pussy left me woozy with desire.
"Christ," Luke muttered hoarsely. "Show me how much you want it."
"I do!" I gasped. "Please, fuck me with your hard cock! Give it to me! Shove it in all the wayohhhhhhh!"
Mercy was absent from Luke's pummeling thrusts. He ground his bone-solid dick into my juicy snatch, plumbing my pussy. "Take it! Take the whole fucking thing, baby. Ughhh! Ughh! Ughhh!"
My skin prickled from watching. I carried that very sensation with me as I petted the hair on Luke's arm. His subtle change in expression, the softening lines around his mouth and eyes revealed how he'd been influenced.
"Can you feel how fucking hard my cock is inside your pussy?" Luke gasped. "It's throbbing, deep inside your soaked cunt hole!"
"Mmmmmmmmm." Visibly elated, I sighed and let him do as he wished. "Ohhhh."
Grunting in satisfaction, Luke returned to his hard, pleasurable pumping. The sopping sounds of my moist puncture reverberated. He squeezed my tits, elated that he had whole access to my naked flesh, then massaged my nipples with his thumbs until I shivered. Finally, he lowered himself onto my shaking form. He intended to take full advantage of touching me.
The spasmodic jerking of Luke's buttocks signalled that he had just emptied his load inside me. I moaned as he concluded his injection. The muscles in his back rippled as a guttural cry tore from his throat.
"Ugghh," Luke gasped, quivering as the last of his cum shot into my wriggling pussy. He collapsed on top of me, pinning me with the burden of his weight. His gratified moan suggested I wasn't going anywhere, yet.
Rob pushed the butt of his gun into Luke's neck. "Okay, buddy, get up nice and slow."
"What the fuck-" Luke sputtered his outrage.
"You wouldn't want me to accidentally slip and pull the trigger?" Rob turned to me. "Slip the cuffs on him, Honey. The cops are on their way."
"I'm glad you had the decency to time your interruption," I whispered to him. "I was really enjoying myself there."
He grinned at me. "Slut."
The door flew open. Deb, Mike and Peter, accompanied by two police officers, entered the room. Jazz selected that precise moment to awaken from her nap.
"Jesus," she whined, rubbing her head. "What hit me? A freight train?"
"It was more like a taste of Honey," Rob mentioned.
I smacked him on the arm. "Smart ass."
Jazz, realizing her dreams of claiming The Golden Fleece as her own where over when she caught sight of Luke handcuffed, shook her head. "Idiot. Did you have to fuck her? God! Why do men always have to think with their dicks?"
"You're one to talk," admonished Debra. "You used your pussy like a lethal weapon."
"Not lethal enough," she sighed, extending her wrists to the police officer.
"Well," I said to Rob, "are you ready to hightail it back to Columbus? Your dad's been cooling his heels long enough. It's time for you to make junior executive."
"Do you think we might be able to drive back, Honey?" he asked, taking me into his arms. "I promise to make the ride enjoyable."
From the tug at the corner of his lips, I could see he was feeding me a line of bullshit. "Is making it in Hollywood still that important?"
"I don't think Hollywood could be nearly as much fun as solving cases with you. But pretending to be people we aren't, bluffing our way through hairy situations, is sort of like acting. What do you say, Honey? Let's take the scenic route. Maybe we can land another case?"
I couldn't refuse him. I figured there were a thousand motel stops on the way. How could I go wrong? I snuck a peek at the outline of his cock in his pants. It was going to be some trip!
