Only twenty minutes had elapsed, and Jon was still under my control. His arms were limp at his sides, his cock paralyzed with excitement and rigid. I got on the bed with him and gazed at his manly body, ripe with muscle. Situating myself between his thighs, I lowered my face and licked his balls, and Jon's eyes blinked open. He'd never know I had just looted his apartment. He'd never even miss what I'd taken, having had all knowledge of his valuables erased from his memory. What he could not forget, however, was how incredible my mouth felt on his cock. Picking up where we'd left off, Jon plunged his cock into my face and begged me to continue blowing him!
CHAPTER ONE
I examined myself thoroughly in the mirror before returning to Jon. I wanted to make sure my eyes held their sparkle, my lips their smoldering invitation. I smiled at my sexy reflection. My beauty was of model-quality. My brunette hair spilled seductively over my shoulders, framing a gorgeous face. Those dazzling green pupils were the incarnation of a cat's. I stretched my arms and turned my waist to accentuate and savor its tininess; Jon easily encompassed it with the span of his two hands. My large, eye-popping tits made a big splash as well. Clad in white lace panties and bra, I struck the chords of a potent fantasy.
Tonight, I was going to portray Jon's fantasy woman. My rendition, however, came with a steep price. Jon would not realize the amount he would pay until much later.
My sensual presence would not be complete without one final item. From my purse I removed a simple gold chain with a diamond pendant attached, and slipped it on. Once the clasp was secured, I stood back to admire its loveliness. The pendant glittered between my luscious cleavage. To the average person, it was a piece of expensive jewelry, an antique ornament; most would never suspect its extraordinary powers. I, alone, knew how to harness its capabilities and use them to my benefit.
The music filtering in the background was a classical piece from Jon's CD collection. I dabbed a bit of perfume behind my neck, plus a dash behind my knees, before joining him. My scent was positively alluring. My attention to detail in providing him the ultimate experience was sublime.
I walked into the bedroom, guided by the soft light of a small lamp and its reflection on completely mirrored walls. Jon claimed he enjoyed watching from every angle. His comment prompted concern: were we being videotaped? He assured me we weren't, but I scanned the walls for an opening and protruding lens nonetheless. The last thing I needed was for our little session to be captured. I resolved to eliminate the threat before the night ended.
Jon's condominium was an illustration of opulence-luxury designed for a king. His tastes were embellished in the selection of furniture and artwork. Jon's treasures were exhibited in every room, from antiques to paintings from the masters. Statuary also appeared to be another of his collections; figures shaped from exotic materials at the hands of renown sculptors were assigned locations where they could be viewed in all their splendor.
Jon also had installed, at great expense, one of the best security systems available. Infrared beams were activated during the nighttime hours for maximum protection. Nothing could be taken from him without his-or the police department's-knowledge.
I lived below Jon. My place had a fraction of his worldly possessions-at least, on display. Although he admired my things, they didn't suit his sense of achievement. He made no pretensions of them, either. I was clearly the object of his focus. Ever since I moved into this complex, he made it his business to cross paths. He chased after me in the lobby, the elevator and health club facility. My eventual surrender gratified him to no end.
Jon awaited me in his spacious water bed, which was lined with satin sheets. From the rise and fall of his massive chest, I could tell he anticipated steamy activity. Having become familiar with me, he understood I could supply the needs he kept private. Jon, an art enthusiast, appreciated beauty in its various forms; I represented his newest addition. He prevailed upon me to see him privately, hinting that a session was inevitable. Aware of my passion for the arts, he strongly believed we-two sensual beings-should come to celebrate in the most physically and emotionally satisfying way humans could.
I could tell Jon was wild. He might have induced others to speculate that he was cultured, gallant, and polished with no visible flaws; they had yet to discover his erotic tendencies dominated his personality. That feral gleam in his eye was a sign, in my book. Although difficult to describe, it wasn't difficult to spot. Body language was also another determinant: Jon was apt to sit with his legs apart and crotch elevated; it was as though he expected someone to kneel before him and suck his dick. I pictured him snaring a female head with those large, expansive hands and guiding it to his satisfaction while studying the lip-catching process made on his erect cock.
Strikingly handsome, Jon wasn't. He was average, with thin-to-balding dark hair and a high forehead, a groomed mustache and a Roman nose. At forty-six, he was seasoned to perfection. Some men improve with time, and Jon was definite proof of that theory. A tinge of gray that took root at his side added character.
Twice divorced, his marriages had yet to deplete him of his thirst for women. His carefully attained treasures were very likely protected by pre-nuptial agreements.
I had seen a stair-climber and rowing machine in one of his spare rooms; evidence of their use could be seen in Jon's muscled legs and arms. His stomach was level, resistant to flab. Jon rigorously combated the decline of aging. With an eye for the ladies and many years of sexual indulgence ahead of him, I could see Jon's point.
I also subscribed to that school of thought: at thirty-two, I did not take my appearance lightly. I was prepared to battle the ravages of time when it was essential; proper diet and exercise were on my permanent agenda. For now, I was youthfully gorgeous; those contributions weren't as imperative as they would eventually be.
My entrance to the bedroom was heralded by one of Beethoven's prized symphonies. I smiled. The music enhanced my voluptuousness and my walk to Jon. My movements were guided by the sweep of those fluent notes. My large, jutting breasts bobbed in lacy confinement. My hair brushed my shoulders and flowed with the oncoming breeze from the open window. The curtains billowed during my arrival.
A picture-perfect seduction, it was the first time Jon and I would have sex. Everything preceding this night had been ingeniously calculated. Jon may have wished to conceive of my submission as a culmination of weeks in attracting my attention. He sought me tirelessly, sending one invitation after another until my acceptance was secured.
My lips curved. If only he knew the truth ...
"You're breathtaking, Sheila," he remarked as I stood at the foot of the bed. His hazel eyes were fastened to my tits, then gradually traveled the length of my magnificent body. My choice of underwear met with observable favor. At his insistence, we were to start this adventure attired as such. Jon's boxer shorts concealed his immediate reaction; I saw no significant bulge that alerted me to his excitement.
As I suspected, the pendant caught his eye. Given its delectable position between my sizable tits, how could Jon avoid it?
His hand went around my ass, then pulled me toward him. I set a knee on the mattress, then lowered my swollen boobs to his face. The nipples were approaching total exposure. My intention was for Jon to release them with his tongue. Jon's erotic antennae were up, for his snake-like tip was instantly propelled into action.
My diamond pendant remained a background fixture for him. Although he slurped at the pink buds and spurred their freedom, he could not remove his eyes from it.
Pretending not to notice, I streamed my hands through the dense locks that covered his chest. My faint murmur coincided with my flashing gaze. I climbed onto his lap, placing my sumptuous butt over something solid inside those boxer shorts. Shivering, I rubbed myself back and forth, prompting its further growth. Ohhhhh. From the feel of it, Jon had something enormous to give.
He gasped as I stroked him with my ass. My captivating shift caused him to temporarily break his gape of my jeweled ornament. When his eyes reopened, he looked to my face, then gradually pursued that glittering symbol.
I brought my lips down on him. His mouth was first to welcome them before I was penetrated by his tongue. Our kiss was long and sweet. His response was quick. The pressure of his urgent fingers to my spine and buttocks ruled the moment. He squeezed me to his solid frame, encouraging my loss of control. His rock-hard shaft ground into my crotch. If I hadn't been so determined to execute my plan, I might have been tempted.
I wiggled my tits against his hair-rough flesh. His chest moved in a stimulating fashion, affording us both a burst of enjoyment. My thumbs passed over those firm biceps, thrilled by their density. I received a ticklish thrill from his mustache while our lips remained connected. A hot surge of desire ran through me. Whether I wished it or not, Jon ignited my lust. Dampness between my legs was building. I smoothed over the protruding hardness of his cock, motivated by its thick outline. Working my hips from one end to the other, I subjected myself to a flurry of agitation.
"Ohhhhh," I sobbed, disengaging my twittering mouth. I dragged air into my lungs. Jon charged me with exhilaration.
I noticed, upon rising, that my lacy bra fell from my bosom. My tits sprang to full prominence. Jon must have unlatched the hook during our kiss.
He scooped up my large, silky breasts, filling his hands to capacity. His thumbs rotated over the lust-swollen nipples. He watched me sigh and arch my back as he adhered to this eager measure.
"Ohhhhh," I moaned, nearly displaced from his lap. My sole recourse was to push down on that rigid cock and savor its unyielding texture. My clit throbbed at my sliding rhythm. I could feel the heat mount through my flesh, radiating from my inflamed nipples. The urge to remove my panties, then sit on that huge cock was prevalent. I knew it was going to split me in a way that would shake my very foundation.
Jon was ahead of me by several laps. Those large spanning fingers dipped beneath the elastic band and peeled them over my undulating hips. I watched the rise and fall of his substantial chest and heard his hoarse breathing as my dark thatch was slowly revealed. Those scrumptious curls and pink slit were a mouth-watering sight. He moistened his dried lips with his tongue while laying bare more and more of me.
"Oh, Sheila," he muttered, exhaling roughly. "Jesus, you're incredible."
I predicted this reaction. The enticing leotard and tights I wore at the health club facility in the same building furnished him a mind-bending picture of my curvaceous figure. Now that he was observant of the real thing, his excitement escalated.
I lifted my ass so that my panties could be effortlessly discarded. From the slant of his burning eyes, he probably wanted them to keep. They carried the scent of my desire for him. I considered gifting him with them, providing he made my job easy.
I sat on him, naked. I allowed him to stare at my nudity without interruption. The soft glow of the lights favored my lush skin. I writhed for his entertainment, swinging my tits from side to side; in doing so, I propelled the pendant. He returned to its sparkling brilliance, unblinking.
Once again, my lips curved. No matter how he tried, he could not challenge its powers. He was drawn to it without fail, unconsciously seeking out its dazzling quality. Shortly, I would give him a full demonstration of its might.
Just as Jon succeeded in extracting my panties, I changed position. I slid down the length of his aroused body, dragging my nipples over his susceptible flesh. I received some prickling jolts myself as I traveled along his coarse planes. My cheeks, lips and nose were subjected to that carpeted chest, bristly stomach and finally, a shape that strained the folds of his boxer shorts. I tested his trembling disturbance with my lips. I grasped that jutting thing and held it tight. Mmmmm. Jon answered me with some strong pulsations. I relinquished that mouthful after only a few sizzling seconds. I saw that he balled his fists while studying the distance between my mouth and his swollen cock. I'm sure he was contemplating their moment of continuous contact.
The moment had arrived for me to see his cock. I could scarcely wait. I pulled down his shorts in short intervals, deliberately prolonging the suspense. His pubes curled out from under the elastic rim, then the bulbous head of his shaft was made public. Its red helmet inflamed my appetite. I slurped it before proceeding. My sudden application of hot saliva caused him to clench his teeth and exhale sharply.
"Jesus," he said from above. Those long fingers started coming toward me, ready to lock about my head. I gathered from his intense expression he intended to bury his cock in my face. He wanted to get sucked by my red-painted lips. "Oh, Sheila. Oh, yeah."
Jon was not going to be left disappointed. He would get exactly what he yearned for without apprehending his unconditional consent to reciprocate.
His boxer shorts were yanked over his hips after a few tugs. Anxiously, he elevated his buttocks to expedite the stripping process. His hard dick stood upright, teeming with commotion. I gasped at its size. Wow! Jon was truly an endowed man. His cock matched the lengthiness of his limbs, his stretched fingers, his large feet in tantalizing proportion.
I filtered warm air over his bared equipment. I promoted a dizzying sensation that should have started in his balls and gathered steam through his stirred up body. His pectorals rose and dropped at my inquisitive touch. I could see how I seared him with a simple caress. He was deliciously rigid. I lowered my face another couple of inches so that I could study his undraped cock from stem to tip. Mmmmm. He was certainly going to feel great inside my pussy.
Having extensively digested his mass, I let out my tongue and trailed it up the immensely protruding vein of its underside. My spittle triggered a jarring reaction inside him. Jon was ill-prepared to receive that generous amount. He groaned and trembled my entire trip.
"Oh, yeah," he grunted, reeling with want. His Adam's apple rippled in direct response to my scalding lash. His fists were clenched and shaking. His chin went up and his head rolled from one side of the pillow to the other.
Having elicited this type of reply, I didn't stop. I started licking him in earnest, slobbering his towering shaft with ample spit. His cock tasted great. I unleashed a barrage of oral fireworks the--likes of which he hadn't previously endured. My aim was to get him off quick.
That, however, wasn't quite my scheme. My tongue was merely establishing control of him; my lips had yet to assert their command.
I watched my saliva trickle down his swollen thing. I didn't permit those errant globs to reach his balls; prior to their hot, churning collection, I scooped them up with my expert tip. My ticklish endeavors served to electrify him. I raced back to his velvet top, distributing more of my brain-numbing spit. I could practically envision his cumhole opening to remit that heavy flow of white goo. If I chose, I could have made him erupt immediately; that, however, would have ruptured my plan. I had to keep his fervor blazing-hot.
"Take me into your mouth," he muttered.
Jon's instincts were razor sharp. Outwitting him wouldn't be simple. I had to exercise caution in handling him.
I hoisted myself over his cock-not to sit on him, but to place my tits on his lap. Jon watched purposefully, weighing my actions and perhaps deciding whether this was the best course to take. I gave him little time to think. I wrapped my big, huggable tits around that wildly beating cock. Its palpitations and saliva-wet surface caused me to shudder. Ohhhhh. Jon couldn't have been quite programmed for this experience. I compressed my billowy softness to that rigid shaft and began massaging it. Up and down, I stroked him. My satiny cloak stimulated his erotic imagination. Between my malleable fold and its lubricated sheath, he was trapped in brisk splendor. A spark of ebullience flared in his hazel eyes. I turned the heat up an extra notch by flicking that plump helmet. A drop of cum emerged after several squeezings. I'm sure Jon was beside himself in ecstasy.
"Do you like that?" I whispered, between licks. I got his cock juicy with spit. I shifted my tits high and low, from side to side, treating him to luxurious manipulation. The curl of hair on his thighs and stomach amplified the prickling sensation that swam through my flesh as well. I formed a delectable tent over his swollen cock. "How's that? Hmmmm?"
Jon's throat muscles functioned as he swallowed roughly. "Jesus. Oh, Sheila. Uhhhhh. Don't stop."
I had taken care not to have my pendant interfere with the kneading process. As I enveloped his hard dick in my pillowy tuck, the position of that object was ingeniously arranged. My fluttering hands and my rubbing boobs mesmerized him. My piercing eyes reinforced his concentration; it was as though I directed him to stare at my pendant.
"Do you like my pendant?" I whispered.
He nodded. That glittering jewel was right by his engorged cock. I reduced my stroking rhythm in tandem with the lure of my soft voice. "Where did you get it?"
"It's very old," I said, taking a moment to slurp him. "And very valuable."
Jon couldn't end his gaze, no matter how he seemed to try. His eyes snapped right back to my sparkling ornament. His pulsations inside my tits were still fierce, still demanding, yet I detected the beginning of his subconscious surrender.
"Do you think you can find the center of my jewel?" I murmured while caressing his cock. "You have to visually separate all those colors that keep weaving together, but you'll manage. Keep looking at it, Jon. It's beautiful. You love to watch beautiful things, don't you?"
Gradually, I noticed how total his absorption was. I propelled his compliance with my smooth, exhilarating voice and seductive massage.
"You can't resist looking, can you?" I went on, deepening his trance. I sucked gently on the head of his cock. I prompted his feverish pulsations. "It's drawing you into the center of light within the jewel. Its colors keep mixing, but I know you'll segregate them with your mind. You're compelled to do so; it's unstoppable at this point."
I decreased the handling of his dick in concert with my slurred pronunciations. My hot lashings grew infrequent, yet managed to hold him captive. Jon somewhat opposed my influence, from the occasional blink of his eyes; I merely strengthened my control with another stream of penetrating dialogue, peppered with tingling saliva. It was important for me to overwhelm each and all his senses. I bent his will to mine. It was impossible for him to combat me. The pendant exacted its toll. Jon's hazel pupils dilated as I spouted further instructions. His hands, previously cupping the back of my head, slumped to my shoulders, then fell leadenly to his sides. I discerned their twitch, as though they wanted to return to my flesh, yet couldn't.
"Have you found the center yet, Jon? Have you ended your search, or do you still feel it necessary to locate it? Don't fight it, Jon. You're obliged to do so, Jon. You're curious by nature, and your curiosity won't be satisfied until you finish."
The rise and fall of his hairy chest, once emphatic, diminished to a sluggish pace. A man would normally be much too excited having his cock wrapped in a pair of tits, but with the added feature of the pendant, the combination was powerful. The throb in his dick existed, yet it was eclipsed by his engrossment.
I smothered him with my tits, affording his cock a crushing embrace. The dampness of saliva that still clung to my flesh and made his thing slick wafted through my cleavage. I succeeded in lowering his heartbeat and enslaving his will. I could see the departure of his conscious thought patterns by the glassiness of his pupils. I was speaking to his subconscious-my key goal this evening.
"How do you feel, Jon?" I whispered. "Is your brain numb? Of course, it is. You're in my power."
I detached my sticky tits from his cock. My nipples were vibrantly erect from having intensely embraced him. Although my mind functioned on a separate level, my body couldn't counteract the effects of a sexy man. My hormones were stirred, eager to take him; I had to regain discipline of those needs as well.
I clasped the pendant and stationed it a foot from his transfixed gape. I knelt between his legs, guarding for a sign that he wasn't completely in my control. Jon displayed no capacity for revolt. He stared blankly back at me, his eyes glued to my pendant. His dick was the only part of him that showed life: it stood hugely in the air, at full extension.
My lips curved. The hypnosis had been successful. I placed him in a deep trance from which only I was capable of releasing him.
I decided to test my domination. "Raise your left hand for me, Jon."
Without hesitation, he obeyed. That huge paw of his lifted from his side and became immovable, awaiting my next instruction.
"You can put it down, Jon."
He immediately lowered it. The slight expansion and contraction of his chest alluded to relaxed breathing. I couldn't have planned it better. In his condition, I could prolong his hypnotic state for hours.
I maintained the distance between the jewel and his face; they were in perfect alignment. I exercised infinite care in not touching him; doing so would break the spell. "As I've just demonstrated, you are at my command. I will issue orders, and you will submit to them. You have no choice, Jon. You are my slave." I paused. "Nod if you understand."
His head moved up and down in affirmation.
"Excellent. I want you to give me the combination of your safe, Jon. The one in your study."
In a monotone voice, he divulged, "Left twenty-eight, right twelve, left five, right forty-one."
My steel trap mind captured each and every number and filed it away for later reference. "There are no security devices activated at the present?"
He shook his head.
"You will remain here, in this position, until I return. You will forget that you have given me this information. This entire encounter will permanently slip from memory. Do you understand, Jon?"
Again, he nodded.
"Only my touch can free you. Until then, you must yield to my will." I slid off the bed, smirking at his enormous hard-on. All his senses were frozen. Only I could unlock them, and I wasn't nearly ready to do so.
Although I had seen his safe once before, its contents remained secret. Jon did not boast of all his possessions. I was fairly certain the more expensive items were stashed away from the naked eye.
I fished for some plastic gloves in my purse. Having performed structured burglaries for years, I had every base covered. Each was polished, flawless in execution. Few, if any, steps were omitted. I always examined my actions later, when the job was completed, and looked for ways of improvement. Hypnosis worked the best. It gave me the edge that was otherwise unavailable to the professionals. I fleeced people of their valuables, then inserted a post-hypnotic suggestion that protected me from blame. My subliminal order prohibited them from naming me as a suspect. As a result, I ran a safe and profitable business. I amassed substantial wealth over the years. I kept several safe deposit boxes in various cities throughout the country to stash money; confiscated art work was disposed of systematically via European channels or black market. Jewelry and other personal property, such as stocks and bonds, were liquidated through private transactions. My connections were vast and thorough. There was virtually little I couldn't steal.
I was an independent contractor. My operation was exclusively mine. I had no partners, no accomplices. I trusted no one. My contacts for the disposal proceedings were varied by intuition. I didn't use the same outfit more than twice in a single year. Doubt therefore never shifted in my direction.
As was my style, I moved into this complex after months of research. Some of the wealthiest people in the city lived here. Jon, for example, ran a flourishing securities firm. He happened to also be a salesman by trade. His investments had skyrocketed. My attraction to him was cinched by the knowledge he was an eligible bachelor. I tend to eliminate married people from my lists; spouses leave margin for error on my part. An unexpected arrival could prove disastrous. After selecting my victim, I enter in a steamy relationship. Sex is furnished in abundance. It would be totally criminal of me to pilfer one's belongings and not allow that person a measure of gratification. I may be devious, but I'm not unkind. Naturally, after I've snatched a sufficient portion of their treasures, I disappear. I don't believe in cleaning someone out; I take enough so as not to rouse suspicion. It would be incredibly stupid to subscribe to greed. I kept in mind there were always others who would increase my financial worth.
It wasn't by accident that I purchased the condo below Jon's. The emergency stairwell was right outside his door, and across the hall from mine. The methodical removal of his things would occur over a short period before my departure became imminent.
Jon had much to look forward to, even while he was getting ripped off. Many nights of hot, sweaty sex lay head. I was going to enjoy pleasing him and taking advantage of his magnificent body. Ecstasy would be mutual.
After slipping on the rubber gloves, I went to his safe and spun the lock. The sequence of numbers was engraved in my head. A surge of euphoria went through me as I swung the heavy door open. Carefully arranged on shelves were stock certificates, a few bundles of money, a satchel containing gold pieces and other items of interest. I transferred some of the higher quality securities, the money and several of the gold pieces to my bag. I also placed two of his figurines and one of the canvases (rolled up, of course) into another of my bag's compartments. I was glad Jon didn't question the size of my bag when I first arrived; I didn't wish to invent a story.
I walked through Jon's home, shaking my head in wonder. Jon possessed fabulous wealth. His abode was a veritable treasure trove. He had many more objects I targeted. The displacement would require time. I would have to plant enhanced suggestions, forcing him to believe he had relocated some of these riches elsewhere-perhaps a summer home, a house in another city.
My lips curved. I'd done it before; I'd do it again.
Throughout the sifting process, I was alert to the time that had lapsed. My hypnotic spell, though effective, demanded repeated bolstering. I didn't leave my victims unattended for too long. Although it was conceivable that Jon would stay put, I would reissue a command that would deepen his anesthetized state.
Jon's glazed eyes were focused at the wall opposite his bed. Stationary and reclined across the satin sheets, he was quite still. His cock, bone-solid, was aimed at the ceiling, as though still receiving stimulation from me. I passed a hand before his eyes, trying out his reflexes. His glassy stare was all I saw.
"I'll return shortly," I whispered to him.
I slipped into my red plastic raincoat and knotted the sash, then wriggled into my high heels. I grabbed my bag of goodies and headed for the door. My rubber gloves were retained to mask my fingerprints.
Nobody was in the hallway. I started to make a dash for the stairway exit when a figure suddenly materialized. A man was just leaving his place several doors down, turned and saw me. I fought from biting my lip, then slowly walked to the elevator station. I couldn't risk using the stairs and give him opportunity to become inquisitive.
During that interlude, I managed to remove my rubber gloves and drop them in my bag. My heart was racing. My pulse careened. I hadn't counted on being discovered en route to my condo.
The man joined me at the elevator. He was tall, slim and actually handsome. Dark-haired and olive-skinned, he appeared to be of Italian descent. He raked me over with those dark, flashing eyes. It was possible my attire arrested his attention; red plastic raincoats did allude to the erotic. A cocky smile was in place. I perceived his wish to approach me, but he sensed my unwillingness to give him the time of day.
He was dressed in a suit, as though he was on his way to a business engagement, perhaps for cocktails with an associate. I estimated him to be about thirty, or near my age. There was an air of success about him, as well as a high confidence level. I concluded he had a fairly large ego. To live in this building and afford its luxury, one would need those qualities.
I glared at the illuminated button panel, prompting the elevator to arrive. I hid my bag at my other side, attempting to camouflage its contents. The heat of the man's stare undermined my cool. I struggled not to betray my emotions.
Finally, the bell sounded and the doors moved apart. He permitted me to enter first, then followed. He didn't seem fazed that I depressed the button several floors below while he hit the one to the lobby. Not wishing to reveal the actual floor I dwelled, I resolved to take the stairs to my landing. An eternity passed before the doors closed and we began our descent. During our brief journey, he seized the occasion to ogle my jutting breasts and mouth-watering cleavage. My pendant, trapped in its confines, captured his notice. I didn't dare distract him from his focal point. My palm grew clammy from the handle of my bag. I prayed I would survive the next few moments without detection.
At long last, the doors slid back. I left the elevator without hurry, hoping to perpetuate my calm. A change in my composure would certainly have prompted a few questions in his mind. Rather than permit his attention to shift to my bag, I sashayed out into the hall. My hips talked to him. I felt the heat of his scan as I strutted. I made my steps purposeful, as though my destination were in sight. When I heard the doors close after a few nerve-wracking seconds, I sighed with relief. Cautiously, I turned. The man was no where to be seen.
I made a quick mental note to be more scrupulous next time. The extraction of Jon's valuables had just commenced; vital preparation on my behalf would all go to waste. Having to start from scratch elsewhere was a dismal prospect.
I climbed the exit stairs to my floor, entered my condo and put Jon's things in my safe. This was only temporary; tomorrow, I would transport them to the vault I had at the bank.
I didn't resume regular breathing until after I had shut the heavy metal door and spun the dial. The incident of minutes ago sapped me of my sedateness. When I rejoined Jon, I had to effect an equilibrium that merged my tit massage and my next maneuver into one stimulating episode. I had the power to achieve its transparency, without a hint of intermission.
My entry to his condo was not intercepted this time. I checked the clock on his night table. Only twenty minutes had lapsed, and Jon was still in my control. He hadn't moved an inch, his eyes unwavering in their vacant gaze. His arms were limp at his sides. His cock, paralyzed with excitement, had stayed rigid.
I got back into bed with him, heedful in not tapping him. My earlier trauma was gone. Seeing him so vulnerable in my clutches got me hot. I gazed at that manly body, ripe with muscle, scattered with hair, prepared to bestow me pleasure. My desire mounted. I prepared to wake him and end his stupor.
Situating myself between his thighs, I lowered my face and licked his balls. It was my preferred manner of lifting the hypnotic spell, particularly for those I found sexually appealing. The scent of my dried saliva adhering to his flesh blended with my fresh coat. In a rush of excitement, I lavished him with bubbly spittle. My tip danced over that prickly sac, rekindling its fire.
Instantly, Jon blinked. That burnished look in his eyes receded. He coughed, then clenched his fists. I saw his Adam's apple ripple once again, then felt that hot twitter refuel his veins. His bear-like hands framed my face and guided me to the bulbous head. He cupped the top of my head and pushed down, filling my mouth with cock. I made no attempt to avert its consumption, welcoming that manly length in one hungry swallow. Mmmmmm.
"Yeah, baby," he groaned. "Suck me."
I worked on him passionately with my tongue and mouth. I got him slick with my scalding saliva. I caused his back to arch and his gasp of ecstasy to return. He studied what my lips were doing to him while breathing raggedly.
I completed the illusion of never having stopped. Our session showed no sign of skipping a beat. My lips rolled back and forth, anxiously covering his hard dick. I plucked the taut skin, teasing it with my frothy rub, then vibrated my tongue along the large protruding vein and circling the heavy rim of his bloated crown until he dragged air into his lungs. Before he fully recovered, I latched onto his cock with my lips and sucked him as fiercely as I could. Mmmmm. I devoured him whole. My mouth engulfed that monster and soaked it in hot drool.
"Oh, Sheila," he panted, releasing my head and hurling his hands behind him to grasp the headboard. His knuckles turned white as he elevated himself and had me take him in great mouthfuls. "Suck me, baby. Suck me hard. Yeah. Eat it. Use your tongue."
I granted him his wish. He yielded to the pull of my lips, then forced all he could into my mouth. I was absolutely ravenous. I buried his cock in my face, then eased back only until the saliva-drenched head lingered in my oral clasp. I repeated this action, if only to hear that guttural noise that emerged from deep in his throat. If I did this too often, he'd cum quick.
Placing a thumb on either ball, I bordered his dick with my inspiring touch. I held him in a feverish pucker, surrounding the bulb of his cock with my moist lips. I gave him a few furious sucks before plunging over his throbbing measure. While I descended, my thumbs twitched and provoked hot sensations in his taut sac. From the quiver in his bottom lip, my ministrations were delightfully effective.
"Christ," Jon sputtered. After an audible swallow, he resumed his heavy breathing.
My oral vibrations caused his body to pitch as I consumed more and more of him. I opened my throat and lowered all the cock I could into it. I fought off the urge to gag, concluding that having stolen from him and knowing I would steal more, I had to offer him delicious compensation.
The tips of Jon's fingers held me in a stabilized fashion. He controlled the amount of cock I devoured. The pressure he applied determined its depth in my mouth. I oozed hot spit over that broad shaft, then lapped it clean. The roving strokes of my tongue served him well. Jon received ample pleasure from my constant purging. My lips tightened about him, pumping his pulsating bulk, furthering his gratification. I rubbed him animatedly, lashing his backside with saliva, throttling him with my buzzing tip. My mouth and tongue held him in thrall. He truly enjoyed my oral exertions.
I worked him with my thumbs, prompting his frantic release. I could see his rugged face marred with contortions, mired with sweat. He wasn't going to last much longer. Hot cum churned in his balls, ready to eject.
"Oh, yeah, baby," he gasped. "Keep going. Make me shoot in your mouth."
My dark hair whipped from one shoulder to the other, thrashing the insides of his thighs and stomach. My head danced wildly, plotting his orgasm. I seized him roughly with my lips, abandoning all pretense of smoothness. Jon appeared to like rough handling, I was resolved in supplying it.
"Mmmmm," I growled, intensely mouthing him. I made short work of his will power. Jon couldn't reverse the flow of his sex juices. I sucked harder and harder on him, awaiting that second of spasming followed by fierce cum-letting. I concentrated on the mushroomed head, venting a suck that depleted his resistance. "Mmmmmm."
Jon's head slammed into the pillow. His labored exhalations bounced off the walls. "Arrrggghh! Arrgghh! Ugghh! Uggghh! Uggghhhh!"
My mouth filled with his creamy ejaculate. I compressed my lips and fed upon the height of his excitement, forbidding a single drop to escape my oral clutch. I gulped down all he had to give in several uninterrupted swallows.
He rocked against my chin and cheeks, fraught with seizure. His cry of pleasure boomed throughout his condo. I held fast to him, draining his cock with my fluttering lips.
When his contractions abated, I ascended his erect shaft with my mouth. I cleaned the excess cum from his dick as I approached the bloated tip.
My tongue delved into the tiny slit, siphoning the remnant ooze that remained.
"God," he muttered through gritted teeth as I finished off that last bit of him.
My lips disengaged him. Their ferocious suck left him rigid as a bat. I didn't think he would lose his erection after shooting; I scrubbed and excited him simultaneously. There was plenty more life in that cock, and I aimed to take advantage of it.
Jon lay anxiously on his back, pumping his enormous cock with his fist. It stretched through his grasp, hungry for me. I shivered. I wanted to feel him with my pussy, too. Having spent a considerable portion of the evening sucking him, embedding that monster in my cunt would be a treat.
I climbed over him, settling my ass on his lap. I dropped one of my nipples into his mouth and permitted him to lick and suck it. Ohhh. His lips refreshed my need for cock. I arched my back and snapped my hips. I could feel the moisture building in my snatch. My unrestrained response heightened his desire to fuck me. I was ready to take that huge cock in my pussy.
I elevated myself above his towering shaft. His plump cockhead divided my squishy cunt lips, then became wedged. I pushed down, introducing him to my sweltering confines. Ohhhhh. His thickness split me in half. I leisurely impaled myself, enjoying his manly fit. I savored that spearing sensation as he sliced right through my juicy layers. Ohhhhh.
Jon groaned as I fed him wet pussy. Initially, I engaged him with strong eye contact, then couldn't help moaning from the mounting strain. My mouth dropped open and my sob of delight flew out. "Oh, Jon. Ohhhhh. You feel so good going in me. Yes. Oh, baby. I want to fuck you bad."
His massive hands circled my waist, dragging me to him, pulling our groins together. I went to him, assisting gravity, squeezing that heavy cock through my slick opening. He jerked his way through my wet, clutching tissue until he finally made my cunt his.
"Ohhhhh," I cried out, landing on his balls. My eyes rolled up in their sockets. He was all in there, jammed in moist squish.
When my vision cleared, I seized his powerful shoulders and started to rock on him. His dick slid in and out of my tight pussy, lubricating him with my hot juices. My tits swayed in his face, nipples tingling with satisfaction. I lowered them to the roughness that spread over his chest, permitting their momentary tangle in that vast forest, then freeing them from captivity. Ohhhhh. My pussy was in constant motion, rising and falling over that stiff cock. My lips tugged at his sensitive skin, moistening him throughout penetration.
"Fuck me, Sheila," he grunted as I covered him with my sopping cunt. "Sink that wet pussy over my dick. Oh, yeah. Ahhhhh."
I obeyed his command, smacking his groin with mine. I gazed passionately in his lust-dazed eyes, furnishing him with that tickling pleasure that mutually fulfilled us. I drenched him in my juices, bringing my cunt down until he was entirely encased in that sucking pink flesh. His ravaged features propelled me. I went up and down, driven by that feral look, giving that hard dick a home.
He scooped up my tits, crushing them together, grouping the nipples until I received a potent shock. I tilted my head back, weathering the storm of passion that swept my body. I writhed in his lap, slamming myself down on that solid thing.
I cupped his balls from behind, lightly running my fingertips over their prickly surface. Jon's breathing became more labored as I explored him. I traveled up to the wide stem of his cock, then felt the section that extended into my crammed pussy. Ohhhhh. The sluiced rim of my cunt wove back and forth, methodically sheltering him.
My pussy jerked forward to catch more of him. After taking all the cock I could stand, I pulled back. His groan reverberated my eardrums. Each time thereafter, my cunt swallowed him whole.
The impulse to scale the steep incline of pleasure was too powerful to resist. I climbed with my pussy, concentrating on that lush sensation of getting pumped. I fucked Jon harder and faster, impatient to get to the top. My tits shook and waved as my journey intensified. When those hands of his encompassed my ass and controlled my intake, total gratification was within reach. I humped him without restraint, letting the sweat pour from my temples, drip from my pointed nipples, and roll down my neck.
"I'm getting close," I sobbed, letting him ram me. "Ohhhhh. So close."
A fever took possession. I quivered in his embrace, seeking relief with the abandoned descent of my inflamed pussy. The floodgates of pleasure opened. My pussy tightened about him, prepared to contract. I arched my back, consumed with a high body temperature.
"Oh, God!" I screamed, overtaken by the sweet agony of it all. "Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!"
Jon's brow knit together as he studied my fierce display. He endured my untamable undulations, seized by my twisting cunt lips. Before my convulsions ended, he surrounded me with those muscled arms and pulled me to his chest. Snaring the back of my head, he steered my lips to his and inserted his tongue. Still shuddering with orgasm, I let him roam my mouth. Just as the frantic vibrations ebbed, I felt the onslaught of his. He jerked against me, binding me with his arms. His orgasm was strong, causing him to pelt my delicate pussy. Between my legs, I felt a fresh collection of his cum. I moaned as those hot squirts emptied into my thirsty snatch.
"Ugghhh," he groaned into my throat. "Ugghhh."
It was a dizzying, exhilarating experience. In the back of my mind, I reveled at my possession of his few treasures. My accumulation had just begun. The hypnosis would persist until I slowly stripped him of specific valuables.
And then I would enlist a new target.
CHAPTER TWO
I spent the following morning in the health club facility, repairing worn muscles. Fucking was an essential part of my livelihood and necessitated keeping myself at peak performance. My body was my passport to the lives of the fabulously wealthy. I took physical conditioning quite seriously and adhered to a rigorous regiment of exercise and diet. If I failed to attract new prospects, my career would be finished.
I did all the machines twice. The sweat I worked up was more substantial than the previous night. The muscles in my body screamed for mercy, and still I wouldn't relent. Their agony would end after I felt sufficiently revitalized. I kept my standards high, and set goals that were nearly unachievable. I tended to be a perfectionist when it came to the fate of my body.
Other people milled through the facility, some taking savory interest in my sweltering figure. Although oblivious to their scrutiny, I considered it difficult to completely separate myself. The walls of the facility were lined with mirrors. I believed the person responsible for this design was part narcissist, part voyeur.
The scent of perspiration drifted to every corner, pinching my nostrils. I thought about rough, hardcore sex when that smell came to me.
A whim to check out the others involved in their drills was more than I could contest. Tantalizing flesh was abundantly on display. Bare-chested men in shorts sprawled across exercise benches, lifting weights caught my attention; beads of perspiration cropping at their brow, on their pectorals and flecking their matting were too sumptuous to ignore. Rivulets of sweat seen rolling down the tits of some people, with their revealing leotards was another visual treat.
Men were generally my mark, but I had, upon occasion, centered upon women as my victims if I identified those inclinations. Women could be a delicious respite after a particularly tough job. I enjoyed receiving female attention, as well as giving it. Having a juicy snatch in my mouth was often a welcome and exciting change. If my lust was reciprocated by a woman, I took advantage.
I scouted the area for that pursuit. My taste for cunt wasn't induced by anything my night with Jon lacked. He left me completely satisfied. I merely hankered for the skill of a female tongue, and the healing touch not easily duplicated in male form.
The leotard-clad beauties in attendance weren't seeking my services. Most appeared immersed in the discipline of their bodies, or fixating on their reflections. Few glanced in my direction. I wasn't about to foist myself on them. If they didn't wish to participate in an erotic adventure, it was not my decision.
Something caught my eye from off to the side. Upon turning, I was fairly startled to discover the same man who caught me leaving Jon's place the previous night, with my hands full. He nodded at me while straddling one of the weight-lifting machines. I couldn't take my eyes off his muscle-rich physique. He may have seemed slim in his business suit, but in a pair of running shorts, I received a conflicting impression. In less clothes, he caused my pulse to scurry. His shoulders were broad, tapering to a trim waist. His biceps expanded as he engaged the equipment. His thighs were ripe with sinew. I silently panted at his sturdy frame. He launched into a series of exertions that accelerated a torrent of sweat. I couldn't avert my gaze, watching his flesh glisten while his carpeted chest darkened. After thrusting himself into that arduous battery, he sought me out. He grinned upon noticing my unwavering look, and was then motivated to a more challenging sequence of muscle-enlarging endeavors.
I smirked. He didn't seem quite as threatening as the previous night. Perhaps he was simply looking to get laid. When I considered my state of dress-a red plastic raincoat and high heels-I couldn't blame him for trying.
Prior to my moving into this complex, I thought I had researched most of its occupants. This man didn't flag any notations in my mental archives. He must have come right after I did. Who he was, and whether or not I should care largely struck a question.
I resolved not to appear too enticed-at least, for the moment. If this were to be a chase, then I would make it challenging for him. What fun would he have if I simplified things?
I toweled off some of the sweat I exuded. I did my forehead, and neck, then for his benefit, I dabbed my breasts. My cleavage was soaked. Naturally, I wasn't going to take care in drying off my entire self, but definitely generated some interest by my use of the towel.
I felt him level a burning gaze. I was getting a heavy dose of "fuck me" eyes. If I knew more about him and assured myself he was relatively safe, I wouldn't have thought twice about giving him a little pussy. I sensed remarkable talent hiding in those running shorts-talent that would leave me breathless for more. As he launched into some sit-ups utilizing the bars of the weight machine for balance, my eyes were drawn to his crotch. I supposed a momentary view of an erection would surface; that glimpse, unfortunately, wasn't furnished. He, too, seemed hesitant to throw his cards on the table.
Games weren't my favorite pastime. I was a woman of action and response. I received the distinct impression that this wasn't to be our sole confrontation; others would materialize and offer further enlightenment. I could wait; I felt no urgency in learning more about him.
I left the health club facility shortly thereafter. Prolonging my stay was pointless. I wasn't in the mood to engage in flirtatious glances with that man, nor would I permit myself to be detracted from my thirst for a woman. Jon had performed splendidly; my desire for cock was slaked. Nothing short of the real thing could shake my appetite for cunt.
Providence arrived at my door. I had returned to my condo for a quick change of clothes before embarking upon my quest when my bell rang. The luscious image of Veronica Rio, my real estate agent, filled my peephole. The face of an angel framed by jet black hair and the body of a goddess were my primary readings of Veronica. She was, by far, one of the most exotic Latin women I had ever encountered. Her long, slender frame and sensational legs were model-perfect. She was whip-sharp and a deadly negotiator. Veronica contracted the price of this condo with applaudable cunning. It was hardly a mystery why someone of her tantalizing looks should ascend the ladder of success so swiftly; Veronica had brains to back to her beauty.
I recalled her lustful advances throughout the purchase. Not for a minute did I believe women were her sexual preference; Veronica could, and probably did, have her pick of the studs. I suspected Veronica never spent a lonely Saturday night, and it was my immediate perception that it was under a man. That assessment, however, did not preclude an erotic recognition during those proceedings. Veronica thrived on sex; it was an extension of her personality. She couldn't help seducing her clients, nor instilling notions of fulfillment in their heads.
During business, Veronica did not impose herself on me, nor did I make myself available to her. The teasing glances, the "accidental" brushing and the insinuative comments were taken into consideration, but not acted upon. There was, however, an underlying message we both understood: sooner or later, our mutual interest in one another would be consummated.
Seeing her at my doorstep revived the hope we would complete that unfinished transaction. My heart hammered and my pulse accelerated upon seeing her.
"Veronica," I said, immediately embracing her and pecking her cheek. Physical contact was necessary to establish the reason for her journey. "How pleasant to see you."
"You looking exquisite, as usual," she was quick to interject, her eyes flashing. Invitation was written all over her face. I didn't need to think twice about it; Veronica was attuned to my frequency and open to suggestion. The caress of her hand to my back served as confirmation.
While we had our arms around each other, the elevator halted, bearing the man who had been peering at me at the health club facility. A towel was draped over those massive shoulders and a T-shirt covered his moist chest. His grin jarred me. My heated stare propelled Veronica to hunt him down, too. A strange feeling settled over me, particularly when we achieved eye contact. Those dark pupils were like beacons of truth, scrutinizing me with their laser-hot intensity. My exterior was given a thorough scrubbing. His resulting grin validated that something sexual was indeed afoot, alluded by our intimate exchange. His knowing of my intentions with Veronica yielded to enormous satisfaction for having identified it. The door sliding over his face ended my mental torment.
"Do you know him?" I asked, recovering my voice.
Veronica laughed. "Naturally. Sam Andriola. I handled his purchase here as well. As a matter-of-fact, your transactions were simultaneous."
That explained why I didn't have prior knowledge of him. "What's he like? Tell me about him."
Veronica sternly shook her head. "That would be violating confidences with a client. You'll have to search out the facts on your own."
Her clipped tone was of no consequence. Apparently my realtor underestimated my powers of influence. I could extract what I desired with a snap of my fingers, unbeknownst to her. I permitted her to rest on her laurels. There was no hurry in securing pertinent detail. "Well, what brings you to me? A routine visit, perhaps?"
"Frankly, yes. I wanted to see how you've situated yourself. You insisted upon this location, above my protestations. There were others more suitable."
I wasn't going to waste time inventing excuses for her. My pursuit of Jon was none of her affair. "I believe it was gut instinct. An inner voice casting its vote." I moved back, allowing her entrance. "Come see for yourself. I'm sure you'll agree."
I kept an eye on her shapely little ass while she paraded about, admiring my personal imprint on each room. Interior design was a talent I'd cultivated through years of plotting. Keepsakes and relics culled from previous assignments decorated my home. I was careful about rotating paintings and other pieces of artwork so as not to draw suspicion. As a matter of habit, I tended to select distant locations from completed jobs and verified no relationship existed between victims.
I felt safe in revealing my home to Veronica. Bearing in mind her presence was partially motivated by sexual purpose, I didn't feel the least threatened by her curiosity. Her butt triggered hot impulses that expanded through my being. I fought off the urge to grab it. She would probably sigh with relief at my making the first move. Nothing was more unnerving that traversing unknown territory.
Veronica knew the layout of my condominium only too well. She'd reviewed the floor plan endlessly with me prior to my signing the contract. I presumed she would pick the bedroom as the last on her list. It stood to reason Veronica was luring me there to clinch her seduction. My soft murmurs and willingness to follow were likely perceived as having secured my compliance.
The blinds were partially drawn, distilling the amount of light pouring into the room. Veronica stood beside me, admiring its color scheme and spaciousness. I noted her position in relation to mine. She visibly inched her way in my direction so that our "accidental" brushing could be concluded as such. Since my desire for a woman had been strong since returning from the health club facility, I was turned on by the shower of goose bumps I received when her arm got my tit. Ohhhhhhhhh. My pussy dampened as I entertained the thought of dipping into her honeyed cunt with my tongue.
Veronica turned to ostensibly express her apologies for having invaded my territory, but the dreamy smile on her face told another story. Her hand drifted to my mine. "Sorry, Sheila. I-"
I received a potent charge from those fingers wrapped about mine. Veronica's vocal cords froze. Speak became difficult for both of us. We were weak with want and impatient to get on with the business of pleasure. It was a travesty, trying to disguise the demands of our bodies with unplanned groping. We thirsted for the real thing.
Those sensual lips of hers were too' great a temptation to pass; gravitating to them, I devoured their luscious quality. Mmmmmmmmmm. Veronica moaned when our mouths pressed together. I felt her cup my ass, pulling me to that horny mound of hers. We rubbed pussies. Ohhhhhhhhh. I shivered, knowing the assault would be stunning. My nipples grew against the tight leotard. The aroma of my sweat was a stimulant for her, just as Veronica's perfume was an aphrodisiac for me.
There was no need for conversation. Explanations were irrelevant. Defining attraction took time and wasted energy neither of us wished.
Dizzy with lust, we tumbled onto my bed. Our mouths remained connected while we ground our snatches together. I awaited some sign from Veronica whether she wished to be the aggressor, or if I were to enact the role. I was so horny, either situation would have been satisfactory. When frantic fingers clawed at my tights, I gathered she wished to navigate our little afternoon adventure.
She pulled my leotard over my shoulders until my tits popped out. Her mouth immediately fastened to one nipple until it grew beneath her assertive tongue. Ohhhhhhhhh. My pussy got wet from that persistent pucker.
I unbuttoned her blouse during her suction. Veronica's boobs were small, but deliciously firm. I manipulated them to my satisfaction, rotating my thumb over her expanding nub. She trembled with delight as I flicked her nipple with my tongue. I hooked the very end with my tip, sending shock waves through her system.
I watched as her gorgeous face sank between my legs. She stroked my thatch with her cheeks just before I felt the prickle of her breath against my bare pussy. Anticipation of that first, searing lick took possession. I balled my fists, awaiting its shuddering onset. I caught the flash of pink as her lips parted, then grit my teeth and exhaled roughly as that scalding lash of saliva was disbursed. Ohhhhh. Her initial slurp split my pussy lips in half. Her second and third laps shattered my senses. Veronica obviously had done this many times before.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed, darting at my juicy cunt flesh. "I knew you would taste sweet. How does that feel?"
"Ohhhhhhhh," I sobbed, finding my voice. "Don't stop."
"I'll make it the best you ever had." Veronica shifted into an intense mode, surrounding my clit with scorching whips, then intermittently dabbing it. I heard her swallow my juices as they flowed from my pussy. "Mmmmmm."
I writhed on my back, lifting myself to meet that hungry mouth. The sum of pleasure that tongue furnished was immeasurable. My nerve endings were frayed, chewed to the quick. I gasped for air, shivering. That tongue delved further into my succulent recesses, capturing pockets of moisture with its curling tip. Every cell in my body hummed with joy. Ohhhhh!!!
Simply laying back and receiving all this oral attention was non-productive. I was much too frustrated, burning with the need to reciprocate. I, too, had a liking for pussy.
My hand snuck up under that short skirt of hers and tugged gently at those frilly panties she wore. Her silken pubes glistened with dew. I kissed her inner thighs, causing her to jerk and shudder at each and every smack of my lips. Veronica was drenched-I could smell her desire. I removed her panties slowly, letting her fervor build. Those juicy cunt lips were screaming for my tongue. I pinned them back with my thumbs, then gave that soaked flesh its initial sample of my expert tip.
"Oh, God!" Veronica sobbed, shaking violently. The shudder that raced through her body was felt through my grasp.
I didn't pause, launching into a series of slurps that plucked the air from her lungs. I lapped the tangy juices that seeped from her molten core. My licking precipitated a string of sighs and moans that got me all the more horny. Mmmmmm. Veronica bucked and shook as I indulged myself.
"Oh, yes, baby," she whimpered as my tongue fucked her. I jabbed her with the tip, then ran it in and out of that saturated tissue. "Ohhhhhhhhh. More. Yes, more."
Her cries ended when she commenced slobbering me again. It was a contest to see who would come up for air first. I was determined to emerge the victor. I sucked her pussy with unchallenged vigor, drinking her juices as fast as my tongue met them. Veronica, not to be upstaged, had some powerful maneuvers of her own. Her tongue was at full-throttle, investigating my soaked regions until my eyeballs curved upward. It required all the strength at my command not to swoon. Ohhhhhh. She had a knack for forwarding pleasure at high speed.
"Suck me," I moaned, undulating to her flickering tongue. "Ohhhhh. Tongue that clit. Cover it with saliva. Oh, yes. like that. Ohhhhhhhhh." I seized her head and rocked my pussy to her mouth while my teeth were clenched and all the stale air was compressed from my diaphragm. "Jesus. Ohhhhh!"
When my vision cleared, I spotted my diamond pendant sitting on the night stand. I had taken it off prior to going to the health club facility. A smile came to my lips. I needed a few moments to claim it; I was under heavy oral assault. Veronica would not relent-her appetite for pussy was untiring. She stimulated hot, churning sensations that coursed through me, extending to every limb. My toes curled as she dipped repeatedly into my wet pussy.
Once I had the pendant in hand, I felt its power flow into me. I didn't think twice about using it on Veronica. Her unwillingness to furnish me information I sought compelled me to make her my servant. Her opposition had been an irritant, not a complication; I would take measures to ensure her enslavement.
It demanded substantial vigor on my part, but I detached myself from those pleasure-giving sucks. Veronica's luscious thighs were open to me, inviting oral worship. I shifted in that direction without hurry. As her eyes searched mine for confirmation of lust, she glimpsed the pendant.
"Where did that come from?" she murmured while my face got into position.
"I thought you'd like it." I let out my tongue, then descended upon her clit. My slurp took her by surprise. She cried out, tilting back her head, then made a conscious effort to follow the path of my tongue. "Mmmmm. It's a family heirloom."
I'm sure she discounted it at first, given the height of her excitement, but as my lazy slurps proceeded, she couldn't resist looking at it. I made certain the pendant stayed near my tongue while I bent to work on her. My loud, gulping noises prompted her curious gaze. The rays of the afternoon sun filtering through the blinds bounced from its surface at a complimentary angle to reflect a myriad of colors. Gradually, Veronica became much more enthralled by it.
"Isn't it nice?" I asked, referring to the pendant. My licks, I'm sure, could have been the topic of discussion as well. It stirred in my grasp, flashing, hurling color in every direction. "Don't you think so?"
Veronica nodded, unable to avert her gaze.
"Do you feel its warmth encompassing you?"
"Yes." Her voice lack vibrancy.
I removed my mouth from her pussy. Once again, it was imperative we did not touch. The pendant was exerting its might. Webs of my spittle clung at the lips of her pussy. Her nipples were at full erection, crying out for my suck. Her smooth, flawless legs remained spread. I inched back further so not to prematurely awaken her from the spell I cast.
"You can't stop looking at it, can you, Veronica? You're compelled to do so. An inner voice orders you to obey that impulse."
Her eyes became heavy, glazed. I deepened her trance with my soft, seductive words.
"You're under my power, aren't you?"
Veronica nodded, unblinking.
"Good. You will recall nothing of this later. Everything we discuss will seem like a dream, a hallucination. You will forget every word of our conversation. Is that understood?"
Veronica silently pledged her cooperation. Her vacant stare assured me she would keep that vow.
I was pleased with her obedience. For someone of strong character, Veronica was highly susceptible to the pendant. I encountered people who required a greater degree of concentration, prolonged inducement. Jon gave conflict, but my will had fought for supremacy and won.
"Who is Sam Andriola?" I quietly asked.
"A man I sold the above condominium to," came her leaden reply.
"What do you know of him?"
"Very little. He was referred to me by one of our outlying offices."
I exhaled softly. "Is he a detective?"
"I don't know."
"Is he involved with the mob."
"I don't know."
I grinned. "Have you fucked him."
"No."
My questions yielded little fruit. "Is he from this city, or did he relocate?"
"I believe he said he was from New York."
"Did he mention why he wanted to move into this building?" She shook her head.
"Do you have any negative impressions of him? Any preconceived notions about his behavior?"
Again, she shrugged. "He was not open about his background, and I did not pursue it."
Although I gained little insight as to Sam Andriola's person, I did feel I eliminated certain concerns I had. This little session with Veronica could not be labeled a total waste. "I'm going to bring you out of your trance. Before I do, however, I'm going to instill a post-hypnotic suggestion. I may need you for something later, and if so, you will once again become my slave. You will fall under my power and do my bidding. Is that understood?"
Veronica nodded.
"When I touch you again, you will instantly awake and remember nothing. Is that clear?" She nodded.
I lowered my face to her cunt. Its rich, intoxicating aroma simplified the transition in thought processes. I let out my tongue and slurped her clit. Immediately, Veronica flinched and drew a deep, cleansing breath. Her eyelids fluttered and clarity returned to her gaze. Her chin came up and her mouth dropped open as I nibbled on her clit.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, twisting before me. Her hands enclosed my head and guided me in my next descent. She took pleasure in my riveting slurps, arching her back and elevating her groin to converge upon my rippling lips. "Christ. Oh, yes. Mmmmmmmmmmm. Lick me. Lick me good."
I scooped up those little buns and dragged her to my face. Her cunt was flush with my mouth. I speared through that wet hole with my tongue, sawing through until she quivered in my grip. I tongue-fucked her until she was hoarse and jerking.
Once again, I bridged the gap between sessions. Veronica had no knowledge of her interrogation, nor the freeze-frame of time. I exacted vital clues that would assist me in future confrontations with Sam. I could have been wrong, but I distinguished his presence as alarming.
"Oh, baby," Veronica sobbed, unable to digest all the sensations I wrought. Her thighs trembled around me as I reached into her pussy with my tongue. I slurped her nectar so sweetly, so efficiently she couldn't refuse me, no matter how depleted she was. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Eat me. Suck that pussy. Ohhhhhhhh. Slide that hot tongue into my snatch. Gulp those tangy juices. Let me ooze into that mouth. Yes. Ohhhhhhhh. Lick me nice and hard. Spread that tingly saliva all over my clit. Yeah. Now lick it up. Ohhhhhhhh. More. Keep going, baby. Don't stop. Ohhhhhhhhh."
I clamped her squirming body, bearing down with my tongue. I didn't let up until I felt contractions begin. Veronica didn't think she was going to escape orgasm-not if I had anything to do about it. I gave her everything I had, sapping her energies with my ecstasy-seeking tip.
Veronica hurled herself on me within seconds, diverting her intensity by swooping between my legs. Her silken hair fell over my lap, then I experienced those ferocious licks. Her hot suck took my breath. My lips slipped away from her cunt and twisted as she gained purchase of my juicy center.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," I moaned, getting my pussy sucked. Bursts of light danced around me. I squeezed her smooth, trim thighs, absorbing these muscle-inflaming slurps. Veronica's oral side was a treat, a fabulous surprise. Her tip wove into my snatch, gleaning the juices from my aroused opening. She swallowed loudly as I oozed into her mouth. "Ohhhhhhhh. That feels so good. Oh, yes. Ohhhhhhhh. Wiggle that tongue. Make it slick. Lap that honey. Swirl that tip around and over my clit. Ohhhhhhhhh." I closed my eyes and dropped my head, dizzy with joy. Her warm breath and sluiced lips left a hot, jittery sensitivity between my legs. My cells buzzed as they were employed by each roll, flick and dab. She ate me exquisitely.
Finally catching my wind, I resumed feeding upon her. I devoured more of that delectable squish that trickled from her slit. I raked my lips over that furry mound, draining it of moisture. The extraction process was retarded by the concurrent receipt of pleasure. I couldn't eat as much of her, for Veronica's tongue imitated my intensity to a fault. I moaned as she pressed her gobbling lips to my mound and sucked my pink flesh; their feverish rub, compounded by the frantic darts of her tongue, held me captive.
I, in turn, lapped her tangy juices with relish. I savored her redolence, her dampness and her panting for more. She fidgeted in my arms, but to no avail-my tongue wasn't about to cease its shivering reach until I tasted proof of her orgasm. My curling tip prevailed, awaiting the moment of complete and shuddering surrender.
The fiery brush of her tongue to my clit began to exact its toll. I knew I was about to cum. Her hungry slobber had driven me to that irreversible point. My only recourse was to suck her to a similar transport. I mouthed her roughly, attacking her with my wiggling tip, in quest of her love button.
"Ohhhhh," she murmured, jerking from my saliva-rich spear. "Ohhh."
Grabbing her elusive butt and holding her fast, I subjected her to prolonged torment of my vibrant tip. I plunged into that nectar filled hole and collected her juice. Mmmmmm. I drank her excitement while she writhed in my clutches. My rapid-fire tongue precipitated an abundant flow. Her clit swelled against my tortuous tip, then throbbed as my strokes gathered steam.
"Ohhh," she sobbed. "I'm going to cum."
I licked her faster and faster, knowing it would happen to me, too. I could barely keep myself on task, weakened by her sizzling lashes. She fucked me with her tongue, digging into my cunt with mind-numbing determination. Each thrust plucked the air from my lungs. My mind reeled at the satisfaction she commanded. Ohhhhhhhhhh. I wanted to cum all over her face, but delayed my climax until hers was underway.
I sucked ferociously on her snatch, willing her to submit to the ravages of pleasure. Her flesh trembled against my sucking lips. I sent my tongue up her cunt, penetrating those succulent layers, then returned to open fire on her clit. My unrelenting massage caused her mouth to drop open.
"Oh," she cried. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming."
I gulped down her hot juices and smothered her love button with my snake-like tongue. I launched her into orbit only seconds before I spasmed. Her convulsion went on and on while I swallowed roughly and thrashed in her embrace. Ohhhhhh. I was ablaze with delight, my thoughts careening. I arched and dug my heels into the bed, attempting to brake and finding it of no assistance. Raging need was accountable for the strength our passion registered. Our cries didn't subside for several straining moments.
As we settled into each other's arms, a smile of satisfaction creased my face. I was glad to have enlisted Veronica as another of my subjects. She would prove useful when the situation warranted her services. She would have no choice but to obey me when I called.
The mystery revolving around Sam Andriola lingered. I had to delve further and gain insight. Gut instinct told me there was more to him than met the eye.
CHAPTER THREE
"Sell, goddamn it!" Jon barked into the phone. "If the market is tanking, then sell!"
His ferocious look was out of character. I hadn't known this side of Jon, although I presumed it existed. One didn't run a financial empire with mild temperance.
A towel was draped around his middle. Modesty was not his suit, but Jon subscribed to some dated practices. What the hell: he was an old-fashion kind of guy. We were about to step into the steam room attached to his cavern-sized bathroom for a little play that should have culminated in a hot and sweaty fuck. The call from his assistant at work sent his mood hurtling at the opposite end of that spectrum. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the receiver, hurling one invective after another upon listening to the news on Wall Street.
I sat on the edge of his bed, tucking the towel I had wrapped myself in around my jutting breasts. I crossed my shapely legs, hoping to garner interest and derail him from enraged thought. The effect the market had on his vast fortune, however, took precedence.
We were at his place in the middle of the afternoon, spending time alone. I had prevailed upon him to take a day off for more than a week. Jon tended to let business direct his life. Although I'd seen little of him since our one night together, he called me several times a day. Jon wasn't about to let me slip away-nor was I going to permit the same of him.
The time was ripe for a second plundering. I'd brought along my pendant.
I chose a different time frame. The afternoon proved quieter for my purposes. I had thought, with the bustle of the day, few people would be around to witness my theft. During my last foray, Sam Andriola stumbled upon me. Although he'd kept his distance of late, I wouldn't repeat that mistake.
"Give me a quote on IBM. How about Microsoft? Hmmmmmm. Tell you what, leave things as they are. We'll touch base on Monday." He slammed down the receiver. "Jesus! This fucking drives me crazy. Whenever I'm not in the office, shit happens."
I smiled. "You can afford the luxury of a day off."
"Not when the market goes nuts. I should have installed a Quotron machine in my study. I could program my entire portfolio and monitor price fluctuations-"
My soft caress interrupted his troubled thoughts. "Okay. Sit right here and relax. I'll give you a massage."
Jon shook me off. His pitted voice drove deeper. "How can I relax when deals are souring on me? I have to stay on top, watch them like a hawk."
I wasn't easily displaced. "You're a sharp businessman, Jon. I don't doubt for a second this temporary reversal will have much impact. You, more than anyone, should realize how cyclical the securities industry is. The market will rise and fall, just as the sun will rise and set." I patted the seat on the bed beside me. "Come here. Let me soothe you the way I know best."
Grudgingly, he complied. Switching gears was not a skill Jon had mastered, particularly when a situation involved money. I endeavored to alleviate his concern; his fortune, however, might not be intact when I finished.
Jon's large, manly frame settled into position. The remote look in his eyes alluded to his preoccupation. I was unaccustomed to his ignoring me. Generally, when I was within groping distance, he couldn't get enough. Those enormous hands would surround my tits, seize my ass, and explore the insides of my thighs. Imperative want normally fueled his clutch.
At the moment, he was distracted by the decline in his shares' market value. This was my opportunity to offer a special kind of distraction.
Mmmmmm. I loved take-charge men-chiefly when I could manipulate them.
"Remember what you told me about the market?" I whispered, starting with a feathery graze to his muscular thigh. Its rough texture excited me. The dense ringlets that sheltered his chest and hid his nipples inspired my lustful designs. "Bargains are found among depressed prices. Once investors see companies at an affordable price tag, it drives its value right back up."
He nodded. "I know the shift might only be temporary, but I've always been quick to take action." He balled his fists. "I'm so frustrated."
"So am I. But it's not due to Wall Street."
He glanced at me, then finally grinned. "Sorry to have neglected you, baby. I've been too concerned with other things." He patted my arm to secure my understanding, then progressively widened the path of his fingertips to include my shoulders, then breasts. The towel banded about my figure loosened considerably at his unfaltering study. Soon, the knot fell apart, exposing my lush nudity.
A ripple of excitement went through me. I acknowledged his touch. My body ached for more of him. Just stealing from the man wasn't enough-I wanted that big cock. I certainly hadn't made my longing a secret, either.
Jon watched as the towel unraveled about my seething flesh. His countenance grew somber as my pink nipples loomed into view, squealing for his tongue, his mouth; Jon could not ignore their call. I shivered as he descended upon one, reaching for it with his vibrant tip. Hot turbulence became attached to me as he began his fever-inducing suck. Ohhhh. My bottom lip trembled, then my mouth shot open to emit a prolonged gasp. Oh, God. It felt so good.
"Mmmmmm," Jon muttered, lapping my nipple until it was a stiff peak. I swelled against that wet, fluctuating pressure. "Oh, baby. You're so fucking hot. I can't seem to receive my fill."
"I hope you don't," I sobbed, guiding his head with my fluttering digits. With a stifled gasped, I reclined on the bed. "Ohhhhhhhh. Do the other."
Jon detached his mouth, leaving a trail of hot, snapping bubbles at the moist nipple, then administered oral care to the one that was dry. His lips gripped the thickened stub, then wrung every last drop of elation that shimmered from it. The rapid movement he effected had me choking for air.
While one nipple occupied his mouth, the other was given attention by his large and tender thumb. His rotations sent me higher and higher. Blistering saliva was distributed lavishly along my receptive skin. That frothy moisture served as a stimulating lubricant. I yearned for more of its electrifying coverage, squirming restlessly on my back.
I could feel the wetness gather between my legs. My pussy twitched for the high voltage thrill of penetration. I remembered Jon's satisfying thrusts, expanding my pussy with his thick shaft, spurring its rupture of joy. He drove me straight to heaven, pushing me with his cunt-filling cock. I simply closed my eyes and welcomed the ride.
Jon seemed to enjoy savoring me with his tongue. His immense hands coasted up and down my aroused flesh, sampling my smoothness. He lashed my nipples until they screamed for more, and even then he did not relent. The titillation was nonstop and plentiful. He mouthed them while circling with his tongue, then darted purposefully over my nubs to hear my cry.
He was totally involved in licking and sucking me. I permitted him to fully express himself, keeping in mind that soon I would possess his soul. My diamond pendant was within reach in my bag. I was in no hurry to retrieve it-not with the amount of gratification Jon served up. There might have been an age difference-Jon was fourteen years my senior-but he made my hormones smoke nonetheless.
"Ohhhhhh," I whimpered. "Yes, suck my tits. Suck them hard. Ohhhhhhh. Get my nipples juicy with spit. Tickle them with your tongue. Can you feel them grow in your mouth? Yes, that's from the excitement you've generated. Oh, Jon. Don't stop. Ohhhhhhhh."
That tip wiggled around my nipples, then lapped them clean. A flurry of tingles shot through me. A compulsion to stroke my clit overwhelmed me. My finger slid into position, dividing my sex-puffy lips in a single sweep. I delved through my sluiced orifice until I was sticky with my own hankering. I quickly located my love button and jiggled. Ohhhh. An electrical current traveled from deep in my groin to my very toes.
"Oh, my God," I moaned, working my clit. I clenched my teeth, singed by the fulfilling sensation. My fingertips got wet from their frantic activity. Shaking, I massaged myself faster, increasing the flow of stimulation.
Hot, slick sounds filtered their way up to Jon. He took his mouth away from my pulsating nipples, leaving strings of spittle in the wake of his stirring suck. The familiar scent of my cunt juices pinched his nostrils.
"Am I turning you on, baby?" he muttered.
"Yes," I admitted, shutting my eyes.
He placed his hand on my hip, then gripped my ass. His fingers spanned my luscious cheeks in a single pass. Urgency fueled their movement. He squeezed me, visibly appreciating my sigh of ecstasy. I made no secret of my enjoyment at being handled by a man.
"You've got a nice ass," he said, a huskiness pervading his voice.
"Mmmmmmmmm," I softly affirmed.
He availed himself of my pliant, delicate flesh. "Christ, you're sexy." He streamed over my sleek contours, murmuring his approval. "Why did it take us so long to connect, baby? I didn't think we'd ever get this far."
I recalled my initial shyness of him. Naturally, it was all faked. I couldn't just hop into bed with him-that for sure would have roused his intuition. I bided my time, utilizing my arsenal of tricks. My smiles always held invitation while I let him pursue me. I didn't wear outfits that made my mission obvious, although there was no hiding my big tits and great legs. I gave him a few weeks to take his stand. Jon, who had been married twice before, was in the habit of having women chase him. When he realized I wasn't going to throw myself at him, he did so with relish. I kept him at arm's distance for another two weeks before succumbing. My surrender had all the earmarks of complete seduction. Jon was pleased with himself, believing he had eroded my sense of virtue; I, on the contrary, thought him naive. The fact I was closer to all that money afforded me endless satisfaction.
While he kneaded my ass with his powerful hands, I approached the knot that held his towel. A simple twist later and his cock was bared. My fingers curled around that semi-flaccid monster and pumped. He thickened in my clasp. I squashed him, watching him inch through my enclosed fist, feeling the ember of desire. I traced the pronounced rim of his knob, feeling the pulsations congregate in his base and disperse throughout his cock.
"Oh, Sheila," Jon gasped, taken by my urge to massage. "Oh, yeah."
I saw his chest expand and contract as I pumped him hotly with my fist. He throbbed in my grip. I would have put him in my mouth if my face had been closer, but Jon was practically on top of me, crushing my tits with his weight. I was oblivious to it; looking after his pleasure became my responsibility.
I lifted my leg and placed it over his hip. His cock stretched over my pussy, palpitating fiercely above its steamy succulence. Letting it sink into me was my first inclination. I saw no logic in protracting our torment. I needed what he had as much as he needed what I had to give.
Jon clinched the back of my head and steered me to his mouth. Mine was already open to receive his willful tongue. Mmmmmmmmmm. We became acquainted with each other's flavor. Jon's saliva blended with mine. I bathed his tongue in my sweet, sucking furnace. He, in turn, skimmed my nipples with his electric knack. My tit flesh bunched in his embrace, shaped by the urgency that dashed through his body.
I did more to forward his horniness. I withdrew my tongue, then seized his with my lips. I sucked and pulled on it, taunting him like a cat in heat. While doing so, I smashed his cock over my sluiced cunt lips and ran it up and down the juicy slit.
"Jesus," I heard Jon exhale sharply before I reinforced my suck. I got his dry dick all slick with my hot ooze-even rubbing it directly over his balls with my damp digits. It made his cock throb wildly. My oily caress cut his endurance short. Jon raged with want.
Suddenly, I felt my cunt blocked by something hard and wide. My legs split apart to facilitate its entrance. Ohhhhhhhhhh. I elevated my ass and captured that rigid, pulsating object with my pussy lips. I knew, without looking, that Jon stuck me with that big thing. My cunt lips folded over his dick to hungrily suck him into me.
We both watched his cock disappear inch by inch until it was buried. I let out a whimper, straining to hold that manly bulk. Ohhhhhhhh. I loved the fact Jon had a big one. I especially enjoyed when he fucked me.
I moaned with lust as he pumped me with that monster. He went deep, squeezing every last bit into my tightly excited cunt. I bit my bottom lip, shivering as he made delicious contact with my burning clit.
My nails dug into his shoulders as he plunged into me with all he had. I felt his hard dick shove its way into my snatch, and felt extremely stuffed. His balls slapped my inner thighs as he ran that thing through my swollen cunt lips. He embedded himself to the hilt, my quivering pink flesh distended around his heavy trunk.
"Fuck me," I whispered in his ear. "Fuck me good. Oh, yeah. Stick that whole thing in me.
Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
Jon pumped me for several intense moments, his face growing red and serious. When I saw the contortions hatch, I thought for sure he was going to spurt. His upper lip and mustache twitched.
Without preliminary, he pulled his erect cock out of its wet encasement, seized my legs and threw them over his shoulders. Skipping a sign of readiness from me, he plunged himself whole into my cunt. My toes curled and my teeth clenched. Oh, God! He went farther than before, slicing into unexplored squish. His balls thudded upon impact, then he reared back, only to return with a resounding whack. He fucked me hard and steady, spearing me with that bone-solid shaft.
"Oh, baby," he groaned in my face. "I needed this so much. There's nothing like it. Ahhhhhhhh."
He lunged into me with heated abandon. I doubted he realized how hard his strokes actually were. My vast experience eliminated possible injury. Jon definitely packed a wallop, but I handled it just fine. I focused on the pleasure and the money while I received that hot, thrusting cock.
Once again, Jon was going to pay dearly for this piece of heaven.
I had his dick trapped in my steamy enclosure. I mentally ordered my inner muscles to milk him dry. His face was coated with a sweaty film while the contortions once again began to manifest. My hands streamed over his buttocks, which tensed and flexed as his piston-like cock charged into me. He fucked me so hard, my ass banged against the water bed and sent us coasting on a rolling plane.
While Jon fucked me, I slipped my hand into my bag perched at the side of the bed. The pendant was within my scope of reach. I clasped it, feeling its power, then brought it up for him to see. His eyes were somewhat glazed, distant. The exquisite sensation of having his cock smashed inside my cunt irrefutably was the reason. It took some doing, getting him to study the flashing diamonds and gold mounting after scanning my bouncing tits and inflamed nipples-but he did. I simply held it where he could slowly, inescapably focus upon it. I said nothing, introducing it gradually in his range of vision. He attempted to ignore it, but I held it up to the light so its glittering colors would snare his attention.
It was almost impossible to talk with that big dick fucking me, but I knew this was the precise moment he was most vulnerable. I felt his pulse racing and his heart hammering recklessly in his chest.
"Do you notice what I have, Jon?" I asked softly, nearly silenced by his cunt-ruling cock. "Look at it."
Jon's interest was only passing. The heat and friction of my pussy arrested most of it. He gave himself over to my slick, clutching hole, pounding into me. I absorbed that thick, compact mass between my legs. Ohhhhhhhhhh. The urge to cum first, then hypnotize him, took root. I knew when he pulled out, I was going to ache something fierce.
Keeping the pendant at a balanced distance, I started to feel the approaching tremors. He jerked in and out of my pussy, creating a delicious agitation that would germinate into orgasm. I settled back against the pillow, sobbing as he rammed me with cock. Ohhhhh.
"Baby, I'm going to jizz," Jon grunted, a flush overtaking his face. He gripped me tighter, preparing to shoot.
I nodded, then swallowed. Stale air was in my lungs, but the assault of pleasure refused to wait until I exhaled. I closed my eyes then bucked and writhed, needing the hardness of his cock which extended deep into my pussy to provide that last, necessary thrill. I was going to need it a little longer to get me through this rush of madness. All that high speed pumping, building pressure and those crazed pulsations culminated to this splendor. I jerked my pussy against it, grinding my clit to the drenched skin of his cock.
"Ohhhhhh," I cried out, sweat pouring from my brow. "Ohhh! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
Jon yanked himself out of me, then aimed his spurting cock at my heaving snatch. "Uggghhh! Uggghhh! Uggghhhh!" he groaned, shooting white stuff onto my stomach and quivering hole. He watched his cumhole open and eject the hot goo.
The floodgates unblocked, he deposited that warm collection on my tremulous skin in several dense squirts.
I regained a presence of mind by forcing myself to dwell on my task at hand. I slid the pendant back into his view until he couldn't shake his gaze.
"That's it," I murmured huskily. Now that he had unburdened himself, his mind was free to accept instruction. "You can't resist staring at it. You remember its power, its uniqueness. Find its center of light, its source of strength."
Jon breathed roughly, trying to compose himself while I induced him to obey my command. Beads of perspiration had cropped at his high forehead and rolled down his neck. As the moment lengthened, I realized he made no motion to wipe the streaks away. His blank gape informed me that my order was finally received and being processed.
Jon's hulking figure remained between my legs. My knees were still perched on his broad shoulders. His cum oozed down my thigh while his savage exhalations subsided. Very carefully, I lifted my legs off him. The muscles in them stung from inactivity. I moaned as I slithered away from him, then guided him onto his back. The pendant never left his sight. I simply coaxed him into a reclined position.
"You are under my influence again, Jon. You have no will to resist me. You are compelled to obey everything I tell you. You must lay back and empty your mind of all but my words. They soothe you, don't they, Jon?"
He nodded without blinking.
"You are my slave. You will do my bidding, and you will not remember a single bit of it. Do you understand?"
Again, he nodded.
I inched back a little further, making sure we didn't make contact. My touch alone would bring an end to the spell I cast; I didn't want his resuscitation to be untimely. "The Picasso you have hanging in this room has been here a long time, hasn't it?"
He nodded.
"I believe it's time to retire that masterpiece. I'm sure you have another worthy of its position, such as a Matisse, or a Rembrandt. But I'll want those, too. Therefore, Jon, you are going to sincerely believe you've shipped the Picasso and several other paintings to storage. The problem, however, will be that you won't be able to remember exactly where. Their destination will elude you. Your memory will be cloudy, uncertain ... but whenever you are asked about them, or mentally stumble upon them, I want you to instead think about incomplete business at work; the state of your portfolio; a security you might have had your eye on, yet haven't purchased. This will be your posthypnotic suggestion, Jon." I paused, then said, "Isn't that so, Jon?"
He nodded.
I silently clucked. As insane as my overture was, he couldn't possibly be disobedient. His memory would never be sufficiently restored. I would never be blamed for absconding with his paintings, nor would he recollect how I had executed my plan.
My lips curved as I removed the Picasso from his wall. The others that held appeal for me were in a separate room. I rounded them up, then slipped into my clothes (no more raincoats for me). I was going to personally move them to my place while he was in his trance. When it became convenient, I knew of an art dealer who would assist in their disposal. I was certain to fetch a magnificent sum for each.
I glanced one last time at Jon. His eyes were fixed in an unshakable study of a remote object. I passed my hand before him, noting his unfaltering gape.
I lowered my gaze to his cock, which had maintained a semi-erect state and glistened both from my juices and a trickle of cum that bubbled up afterward.
Jon was very susceptible to my brand of hypnosis. He fell into a grave stupor upon command. I wondered how far I could go in plundering his treasures. The sky was virtually the limit.
I slipped out of his apartment and turned the corner to the fire stairs. This time, my departure went unnoticed. I swung open the exit to my floor, set the paintings under my arm, and made a dash to my door. My key was in hand to quickly insert into the lock.
"Do you need some help?" interrupted a male voice.
I nearly dropped them. Only by the slimmest margin did I retain my composure.
Sam Andriola walked up to me, extracted the key from my grasp, and thrust it confidently into the lock, then turned. The door swerved open. "There we go. A little assistance is generally appreciated."
I barely recovered my voice. "Thank you."
He examined my spoils. "Hmmm. Picasso? Rembrandt? Matisse? I supposed you found those in a garage sale."
"Where I obtained them from is none of your concern," I mentioned, rather stiffly.
"Is that a way to speak to someone who did you a kind turn?" He grinned, obviously not offended by my remark. "I will accept a drink as a suitable form of repayment."
I could not leave Jon in suspension for that long. If hypnosis wasn't subtly yet perpetually reinforced, the subject tended to awaken on his own. Without a doubt, my plan would be upset.
And yet, Sam had once again caught me red-handed. I couldn't imagine what was going through his mind. Surely he surmised something was afoot. I couldn't risk his taking his knowledge to the authorities.
I resolved to use the pendant on him; its power would bring him to heel.
"I'm sorry to have snarled like that," I softened my tone. "I'm in the middle of something."
He gestured to the paintings with his eyes. "Yes, I can see that."
My face almost flamed-almost. "Could I stop by your place in just a few minutes. I was about to hop into the shower."
"Certainly. I'm right next to Jon Bachmann-but you already know that, don't you?" His devious smile did not waver a fraction. "Just knock."
I gave him a sassy smile. "I may do more than that."
"Let's hope so." With that, he moved toward the elevators.
Once inside my place, I almost hyperventilated. Jesus! What was he doing on my floor? I slumped against the door, exhaling hoarsely. He must be connected to the FBI, or perhaps some other law-abiding organization. I had always assumed my tracks were covered well, but I must have made a mistake somewhere, taken a wrong step and left myself open to exposure.
The pendant would reveal who he was, and what his objective was. Sam Andriola wasn't any different than other men who had crossed my path and hoped to take advantage of me. I would turn him into my slave just as easily as I had Jon or Veronica.
After I went upstairs and released Jon from my spell, it was going to be Sam's turn. I smirked. I was going to enjoy enslaving him.
Jon was still very much in my power when I slipped back into his condo. That vacant stare confirmed his total submission. I climbed onto the massive water bed where I had left him, with his arms limp at his sides. His massive erection had subsided to a certain extent, standing at a slant. His sexual energies had been on the wane when I'd left him.
I dipped my head and reached out with my tongue to lap his balls. Mmmmm. I distributed a path of bubbly saliva over those bristly globes, then gave him a lazy second. I tasted my cunt juices, as well as his sweat.
Jon instantly regained his sight with the spreading of my scalding spit. I took a moment to lash him thoroughly, noticing his fingers stir, then rise to cup my head. I wasn't planning on giving him a complete blow job-I had more dire matters to address.
Jon would have none of that, however. He enclosed me in a vise and steered me to the tip of his cock. I studied his fierce expression from my perch between his legs. His eyes were trained on me, urging me to wipe his shaft with my tongue. I did so, but Jon pressed down, silently demanding I take him into my mouth. His dick throbbed for my deft whips and rough suction.
I thought of the big job in front of me and the engagement I was obliged to keep. In the midst of both, the wisdom of my just having ripped off Jon rang true. I had to compensate the man after taking off with his prized paintings.
Sucking cock happened to be one of my favorite pastimes. The principle reason for my liking it was my ability to remain in control. I modulated the progress the recipient made to orgasm. I decided Jon deserved a nice, leisurely suck. He was hundreds of thousands in the hole, anyway.
I kissed his bulbous head, ending my lip-smacking gesture with a slurp to his cumhole. A drop of his creamy essence-the one I had recently extracted, flavored my palate. Mmmmmmmmm. That manly gusto encouraged me to draw out more of that thick, satisfying juice.
My lips stretched around the tip. I as good as experienced Jon's anticipation. I watched his chest move as he took a deep breath, then winced as I engulfed the bulb of his cock with my mouth. I slid down his throbbing length while he clenched his teeth and his mustache twitched.
"Yeah," he muttered, as I swallowed his hard dick. "Take me deep into your throat."
My mouth slid up and down his shaft, gobbling him to the base. Jon was huge, but I managed to fully consume him. He palpitated against my tightly wrought lips. I vibrated my tongue against the heavy, protruding vein of his underside, causing him to dig his heels into the mattress and elevate himself. He desperately wanted to match frequency with my ferocious suck. The muscles in his conditioned thighs flexed as he manipulated my head and mouth to his satisfaction.
It appeared whenever I released Jon from mental captivity, he became sex-crazed. His hormones were blazing-hot and required nonstop pleasure.
I gulped him down again and again, provoking him to cum with my snapping lips. My hands fluttered around his cock, brushing his balls with my thumbs, then effecting a whole massage. Those muscled thighs flanking my face began to tremble as I sucked him savagely, throttling him with my tongue and caressing his balls.
"That's it, baby," he grunted. "Eat it. Eat that thing. Give me a little loving with that sweet tongue. Oh, yeah. Ahhhhhhhhhh. Pump me with those hot lips. Keep doing it, baby. You're going to make me cum."
His admission that he might be close spurred me. I sucked him and sucked him, willing his orgasm to arrive. He baked in my broiling spittle, all stiff and long. I drew on him as hard as I could, awaiting those creamy squirts and their hot collection in my cheeks. I loved gulping down fresh cum, but not before savoring it with my tongue while he spasmed against my taut lips.
It was a thrill, precipitating those raging contractions. From the moment I detected them on the horizon, with their distant shaking, then the slow building of excitement in the loins when the man exhaled brutally, hissing through clenched teeth. The tremors got progressively worse as I vented my spleen via my lips, tersely sucking him. When those fingertips dug into my temples, and their shaking was untamable, my lips locked into place. I prepared myself for those flooding spurts and that strangled cry.
Oh, yes, I thought with contentment. I loved staying in control throughout that entire journey.
Jon displayed signs of arriving at that seizure-ridden destination. I ran my mouth up and down his cock, propelling him to the threshold. I intentionally drooled on his shaft, then cleaned him with a noisy pucker. That ploy generally expedited the process.
"Oh, baby," he cried, clamping my head. "Oh, yeah. Swallow it. Swallow it-"
I applied oral tension the--likes of which he hadn't previously felt, then welcomed his gooey splash on my tongue.
"Uggghhhhh!" he howled. "Uggghhh! Ugggh! Ugghhhhh!"
I drank the juice from his cock from the moment of explosion. I downed every bit of it, without permitting a single drop to escape. Mmmmmm. It was great.
When I lifted my head and detached my smoldering lips, there wasn't a drop of cum to be had. I drained his supply for the time being.
Jon slumped against the pillows, gasping for air. He threw his arm over his eyes, writhing as orgasm still shuddered through him. My mouth left a wonderful lasting impression.
"Christ, Sheila," he muttered softly. "That was fantastic. Fuck. You wore me out, baby. I don't think I could handle any more of you for a while."
"That's okay, honey," I whispered, giving him a peck on the lips. "I've got a few errands to run. Why don't you rest while I'm gone. We'll meet later for dinner."
"Sounds fine by me." He slowly removed his arm and blinked. "Whew. That was topnotch head, baby." He pumped his flaccid cock with his fist, priming it. "Man, I still tingle for your sucking lips."
"Take a nap, sweetheart. I'll want more of you later."
Jon didn't register the slightest surprise at not seeing his Picasso hanging on his wall. He was much too appeased to notice such esthetic trappings. Of course, I attributed his ignorance to the post-hypnotic suggestion I instilled.
My ego soared. Next stop, Sam Andriola for a complete and potentially exhausting interrogation.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sam Andriola was the consummate bachelor; that was my assessment shortly after arriving at his doorstep. He was keen on chrome and glass, as well as natural colors. He didn't subscribe to ostentation, as did some of the building's other residents. I didn't get an immediate handle on his professional background, however. None of the telltale papers relating to his line of business were laying about. Sam remained an enigma, just as I'm sure I did to him.
All pertinent details would be illuminated shortly. My pendant was tucked away in my purse, ready for retrieval-and subjugation.
Sam's manner was smooth from the moment he greeted me. His tone was low, calm and very masculine. He didn't appear easily riled. His dark hair was combed back, neat and styled. His dark pupils were piercing, yet did not carry intimidation. His long, muscled limbs were relaxed as he settled into the seat beside me on his sofa. He had slipped into a pair of khaki pants and a cotton shirt; I recalled his business suit and then later, his gym shorts. His individual comfort seemed more consequential than the impression he gave. No designer labels, either, I noted.
I dressed for seduction. My blouse was unbuttoned down my plump, mouth-watering cleavage. My tits looked pumped up, prepared for action. I had delved into my closet and decided on a leather miniskirt. That particular material lent erotic notions-the kind I wished to instill in Sam's mind. Spike heels completed the picture. Luring him with sex paved the road for opportunity. His susceptibility to the pendant would be enhanced if the atmosphere were more conducive.
I studied his untroubled demeanor and found my mind cluttered with questions. Why was he invariably on the scene when I happened to be in the midst of criminal activity? Either this man had the instincts of a cop or was driven by personal ambition. I tended to believe the latter, seeing him in this light.
I sipped my glass of Chablis. Sam did not have the more expensive brands; pretensions were not part of his routine. I was glad. I despised people who feigned wealth and, in reality, barely scraped by.
Sam indulged in a beer. His tastes were uncomplicated and unsophisticated. He displayed signs of being a man's man.
"We seem to be bumping into one another in this building," I began our conversation, crossing one shapely leg over the other. Sam, I was pleased to report, caught its sumptuous placement.
"We travel in the same circles," he mentioned, after letting out a soft whistle. "Man, baby, you're built like I dream I had."
"A wet one, perhaps?" I asked, brazenly.
"You've got it." His eyes swept me from head to toe. "Jon sure is a lucky guy."
"Jon and I are just friends. There's nothing serious between us."
"That's encouraging." He took a gulp from his beer glass, then grinned. "It's nice to know there's a chance."
"There's always a chance with me." I made a show of placing my sensual lips to the glass, then furtively taking a sip. The flash of tongue was specifically for his benefit. When I lowered the glass, I asked, "So what do you do for a living, Sam?"
"I work for a computer company, designing software applications."
I raised a brow. "How fascinating." In truth, that sort of profession bored me silly. I wasn't about to show any external signs relating it. I didn't thumb my nose at it, realizing its lucrative nature. "I take it you work primarily at home?"
He nodded. "As a matter-of-fact, several of my clients live right here in the building."
"How convenient for you." I set my drink on the cocktail table, then caressed his thigh. Although I gave the illusion of it being an accident, I'm sure Sam read the desire in my eyes. "I'll bet some of them are female."
He laughed. "As it happens, one is. She's made no secret of her receptivity to spending a weekend with me."
"I'm sure you have a lot to offer, Sam."
"You bet, I do." Although his remark was boastful, he imparted it as being entirely fact-based. "And you, Sheila-what sort of business keeps you in the lap of luxury?"
"I'm fortunate to have placed my financial affairs in the hands of a capable money manager," I said, fashioning teasing patterns on his thigh. "I live off the profits."
He nodded. "A wise businesswoman. I suppose it affords you the freedom to seek bargains in the art market."
He was, of course, referring to my hauling those paintings into my condo. Well, I would erase his memory of that, as well as all other suspicion. "Yes, it does."
I dismissed my immediate concern and began concentrating on Sam as a man capable of providing me pleasure. My eyes traveled down the length of him, below his belt, to the point of interest. The fold of material concealed a flaccid cock and pair of balls that likely were kept at high performance.
Sam lifted his mug while I preoccupied myself with staring at his crotch. I couldn't resist temptation. An unseen force guided me to him-the strain of overworked hormones, I suppose. Jon had fucked my brains out, and yet I was still hungry for a snack.
My hand drifted over to his leg. Mmmmmmm. I could feel the sinew beneath the material. I squeezed his thigh. That lustful gesture caused a slight tremor. It was good to see he was affected by my female curiosity. The flinch fortified the opinion that my job would be easy.
I reached inside his legs. I didn't go for his crotch immediately, preferring to draw out the suspense. Each surprise would play out in a stimulating fashion.
I touched him with my thumb. Again-no jerking, no startled reaction. He knew what I wanted from him-what I instinctively craved. That need was restlessly present in my brain. I rotated my tip over that area, knowing I made contact with his balls.
If Sam was surprised by my overtness, he didn't show it. My interest seemed natural, comprehensible.
An invitation for a drink held an underlying meaning. People utilized that phrase as though to imply, "Let's fuck." Presumably Sam understood the connotations and largely subscribed to them. He recognized the attraction we had to one another, and let nature proceed.
I grazed the shape of his cock with my other fingers. For that, his grip on his mug became emphasized. It was the single sign my efforts were affecting him. Other than that, his eyes didn't minutely flicker.
I couldn't watch him grow in his pants from my position. I longed to see every wrinkle straighten, every twitching movement, every pulsing second until his dick strained the front. The anticipation of stimulating him with my mouth propelled me onto my knees. I had to get close to that specific area.
As I slid down from the sofa and bent over his lap, my pile of dark hair spilled over his legs. I scooped it over my shoulders, intentionally brushing him. I could feel his cock getting harder.
I breathed heavily over his crotch while he drained the last of his beer. I wondered if he was accustomed to getting sucked while he had a beverage. There was something deliciously decadent about receiving oral pleasure and simultaneously drinking.
I stared hungrily at the outline of his big thing and contemplated how I would bring it to full erect glory. In the end, I decided to massage it with my face. My cheeks whisked over that misshapen lump, which was then rubbed by my nose and finally teased by my lips. I detected the building throb behind the fabric, yet he managed-perhaps barely-to contain his excitement.
The lengthening absence of conversation bothered neither of us. The telling glances we exchanged in the health room facility, in the hall, and here had culminated to this erotic experience. We were both consenting adults, pursuing our basic instincts.
The sound of his zipper aroused me. My pussy was sopping wet as I opened his fly and looked inside. His cock bulged through his cotton briefs, thick and ready. I could smell his lustful man flesh behind that flimsy barrier. That husky masculine aroma told me how badly he wanted that thing sucked. I was only too glad to oblige him.
I lowered the elastic rim. His bulbous cockhead peeked out at me, large and angry. I lashed it with saliva, letting the quantity I dispensed linger for a couple of seconds before further applications were made. I watched for signs of frustration in wanting more. When he shifted in his seat, I let out my tongue again and gave him a gratifying slurp. Sam's ecstatic quiver registered nicely. I heard the strangled choke and knew I was proceeding in the right direction.
I pulled down his underwear to uncover more of that promising cock. I couldn't wait to get my mouth on it, yet fought to contain that impulse. The rest of the afternoon lay ahead to let our pleasure unravel. There was no thought of hurrying.
"Hmmmmmmm," I whispered, "let's see what you've got, baby."
"You'll be surprised," he muttered from above.
I caressed him through the cotton material. He thickened as I outlined that jutting shape with my nail. I saw the beginnings of a healthy erection. His bulge was at my eye level.
"Think you can handle me, baby?" he muttered. "I'm pretty big."
"I like big men," I remarked with sauciness. "As a matter-of-fact, I have quite an appetite for them."
"Then help yourself, gorgeous," he boasted, sliding his legs apart so that I could avail myself to that enormous hard-on. "Eat all you dare."
I peeled the rim over his bloated crown, then pulled it halfway down his heavy shaft. Sam was a strapping man with long, muscular limbs. His powerful forearms and thighs were rich with sinew and rough with hair. As I reached into his underwear to get my fingers around that pulsating cock, I had to admit Sam spoke the truth. There was a whole lot to amuse me-more than I had bargained for. Sam couldn't feasibly be without hot dates on a Saturday night-that was irrefutable. He had all the necessary equipment to guarantee him success.
He could tell I was impressed by the way I ran my fist up and down his cock. "Still game?"
"Yes," I whispered, almost hoarse. "Very much."
The noise of my saliva-abundant slurps were about to echo between his legs. I panted at the sight of that outgrown monstrosity stretching through my tremulous grip. I was going to make him love every lip-smacking second. I was a master at head-giving, as he was about to see.
I admired his cock for a moment before stroking it with my tongue. It was magnificently huge-almost as thick as my wrist. Soon, I was sucking at the cumhole of his cock bulb with all my might. Sweet sensations appeared to shoot through Sam's bloodstream from my oral clench. The oval of my lips widened to absorb his entire cockhead between my teeth and tongue. I assumed his balls were pumped with jism at such a rapid rate that he probably had to fight off the urge to shoot thirty seconds into the blow job. Mmmmm. I felt his muscles tensing up and rose from his sodden tip to offer my cock-hungry mouth to him for a sexy kiss.
Sam closed his eyes and opened his mouth so that our tongues could touch. He allowed me to explore him upon entrance. My thirst was key. Welcoming his deference, I took advantage. I sucked his tongue, enclosing it tenderly with my lips, tasting his saliva. I heard his breath come up short, but didn't stop there. I darted about, tantalizing him.
The one thing I learned best about hypnosis was the importance of gaining your subject's trust. If someone was sexually attracted to you and wanted to believe the encounter was going to exceed their expectations, their trust was essentially secured.
I planned on making Sam Andriola into a believer, regardless how long it took, or how exhausting it was.
Not once through our kiss did I surrender his dick. My fingers were still locked around his shaft, preserving its perfect state of erection. As we breathlessly French-kissed I hollowed my cheeks and sucked his tongue to show him what he should count on in the next few moments.
I made Sam tremble from my hot stirrings of lust. After my mouth drove him crazy, I released him. He was gulping air, his heart palpitating. I was glad to have worked him into a sexual frenzy.
I dove down. My dark tresses flew wildly about as I bobbed up and down his cock. I gave him a long and enjoyable sucking, teasing him with my butterfly licks, my vibrating tongue and my deep-throating technique. I swallowed his thing, taking it far into my throat while bubbles of spit formed along his wide pulsing base. I had to give Sam credit-he managed to keep the floodgates of his jism shut until he thoroughly fucked my mouth.
"It feels so good inside your face," he groaned. "Wrap those lips tighter. Take a larger helping of cock, baby. Suck that thing. Put the whole thing in your mouth. Keep my dick nice and wet. Ahhhhhh. How about licking my balls?"
I detached my mouth. "No." I wasn't prepared to give him that. He would receive those hot, refreshing lashes after he served me.
Sam steered me back to his cock. "Open wide, baby. It's starting to get dry."
"Mmmmmmmm," I sobbed, taking that swollen shaft in a greedy gobble. I slurped his length, then fiercely clenched him. He throbbed soundly against my tongue, enjoying the warmth of my sucking furnace.
A little more of this treatment, and I would use the pendant on him. He'd be mine to command, too helpless to resist.
The tip of his cock tickled my tonsils. I had him all the way down to the balls, accomplishing this feat without choking, nor the need to pause for breath. I operated on raw lust. I thought I had him at the brink of shooting off, but controlled him with my sensitive fingertips. I applied pressure to his balls to cut off the jism stream after a few tiny spurts. Mmmmmm. Those drops of man nectar really hit the spot. I always went for the payload, but stopped myself. No, I wanted to prolong his pleasure as long as possible.
The walls reverberated with our ragged inhaling and exhaling. Sam dragged huge gulps of air into his lungs as I mouthed his stiff cock. I took greater servings of that big dick, going on a wanton binge. I subjected him to some steamy visuals: my mouth sliding over his thing, leaving bubbles of spit, then swooping back over them with a cleansing tongue. I could feel his sigh of contentment as I encased him in my hot vacuum.
"Oh, yeah," he groaned, gripping my head and maneuvering it to his gratification. "More, baby. Eat more of it. Yeah. Suck me hard. Ahhhhhhhhh."
I had to admit, I worked myself up. I was turned on from putting it in my mouth and getting a prolonged taste of him. Saliva foam formed at my lips, only to be dispatched with my curling tip. Not a single section of his cock escaped my oral dampness.
Sam fought the urge to spasm in my mouth for as long as he could. I was astonished by his staying power. No matter how hard I sucked on him, he succeeded in keeping that creamy ooze from spilling into my cheeks. I fastened my lips as tightly as I could to his shaft and worked them up and down steadily, attempting to milk him of hot jism. My tongue traced the protruding veins, slipping around the bloated head, jarring the taut skin of his cock's underside-and, yet, I couldn't render him into that feverishly weak condition. I could tell he loved pumping in my mouth-watching a pair of luscious lips twitch and a tongue flicker along his shaft.
"Mmmmmmm," I moaned, clasping him with my horny lips and catching that manly bulk. "Mmmmmmm." Except for those hoarse protestations, no other passionate words were exchanged. For a while, only the sounds of our lust-making served as background. He wasn't directing the descent of my lips with verbal instruction, nor was I lifting my mouth to whisper sweltering reflections. The smacking of my lips, the juicy noises made with my tongue and the sharp intake of breath were the utterances that met our eardrums.
I saw Sam's Adam's apple ripple. He swallowed roughly. I watched as his fists balled up. He was getting so close, so fucking close to shooting in my mouth.
I got so hot from blowing him, I had to start fingering myself. I slipped my hand into my panties and began jiggling my swollen clit. Ohhhhhhhhhh. I longed for the crammed feel of his cock in my pussy, charging against my throbbing love button. That shivering friction alone would have given me a few orgasms. Although Jon had buried it in me earlier, I still yearned for the splitting fit of Sam's thing. Getting stuck by a nice, hard dick was exactly what I needed.
But no, I was going to suck him until he came. I wanted to gulp down his hot jism. I had a hankering for it. Mmmmmmmm. That dick yawned in and out of my mouth. My sensuous lips clung to the skin made slippery with my tingling saliva. I eased myself down until he was lodged in the back of my throat, then gradually manipulated myself back to the bulbous head. I had Sam shaking from all that hot suction. Mmmmmm. He couldn't take another second of my rubbing lips, my limber tongue, my perpetual slide. I got him juicy with spit, all slippery from mouthing it. I buried it in my face, letting it fuck me in the mouth. I closed my eyes, then fantasized it was my pussy receiving this monster, getting off on the friction.
All at once, cum filled my mouth. Sam enclosed my head with his large hands, urging me to stay down and swallow. Heavy squirts of that gooey stuff were discharged.
"Uggghhhhhhh," he bellowed, feeding me his liquid excitement, the proof of his enjoyment. "Uggghhhh! Uggghhhhhhhh! Uggghhhhhh!"
I felt his entire body shudder as he emptied himself in my face. I had to keep swallowing. Ohhhhhhhhhh.
That blow job alone should have depleted his will. I reached for my purse, prepared to get the pendant. It was time for Sam to surrender himself to me.
Before I snuck my hand in there, Sam dragged me onto his lap and into his arms. It was a passionate gesture, meant to demonstrate affection. An emotional reward, I told myself, intended to remunerate me for that heart-stopping performance.
I placed my hands on his shoulders and tried to disengage myself. His display was unnecessary and unwarranted. When his mouth arrived at the base of my neck and sucked, I abandoned my words of protest. Ohhhhhhhhh. I swayed on his lap, unsure of which direction I was headed. His lips rippled at my flesh. I was stunned by the flood of stimulation. Where did Sam learn to kiss in this fashion? Oh, God, it drove me insane. He pecked at my breasts, taking large helpings with those hungry lips and flashing tongue. I began seeing stars. Ohhhhhhh. He rocked my foundation with his voracious appetite.
Everything occurred with dizzying speed.
From that point, I proceeded solely by touch. I remembered that hairy chest he had and yearned to run my fingers through it. I unbuttoned his shirt, impatient to get inside it. Just as I undid the first few buttons, I caught a glimpse of a gold chain and medal he was wearing. At first I thought it was a St. Christopher's, but a more thorough study revealed it as a unique symbol.
Where had I seen that before? I asked myself, gazing at it.
Sam did not interfere with my inspection. His chest tolerantly rose and fell while I stared at that shimmering object. To some extent, it resembled my pendant, only it didn't radiate the same color scheme. No, this medal had a more sinister glint that seized, then rendered one helpless.
Ohhhhhhhhhh.
"Is something wrong, Sheila?" Sam mused.
I wasn't moving. I couldn't. Every muscle in my body grew numb.
"Are you attracted to my medallion?" he inquired.
My ability to furnish him a verbal answer was impaired. Instead, I merely nodded.
An intoxicating warmth entered my brain, and I heard nothing else. I froze into position, drifting into a foreign state of mind. It was unlike me to slip into such a vulnerable condition, particularly when I was about to make someone my slave.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.
My eyes suffered from a burning sensation. My head ached for an unknown reason. I received the distinct impression something vital was being extracted from me-knowledge I did not consciously relinquish. Exactly what was being drawn from me, I couldn't say, but the perception existed.
I sensed a change in body temperature. Did I have a fever? I wasn't burning, nor was I chilled. My teeth weren't chattering. I was much too numb to move even a fraction.
Suddenly, I blinked and was fully awake. I was shocked to find myself minus my panties and all of my clothes. My legs were spread and I was on my back. Sam and I weren't in his front room any longer, but in bed. How I got there went beyond my comprehension. I didn't remember undressing, nor initiating more aggressive activity.
I looked at Sam, who was also naked. "What happened?"
He shrugged. "What do you mean?"
"How did we get here?"
He grinned. "We walked, with our arms around each other. Why? Have you changed your mind?"
I shook my head. "I was sitting in your lap. I had my arms around you."
He nodded.
I lowered my gaze to his neck, and saw he was without his medallion. "Didn't you have on a-" He laughed, throwing back his head. "Of course, I did, but I put it away. It served its purpose."
I massaged my temple, trying to shake the odd feeling I had. "Purpose? I don't understand." I stopped, cold. My eyes grew huge with accusation. "You hypnotized me, didn't you?"
"I was beginning to wonder when you'd notice." His smugness was wide-spread. "How does it feel to have the same trick pulled on you that you've done to others, Sheila?"
I was shocked. How could he have accomplished it? Obviously, I hadn't seen it coming. "You bastard."
"I'll permit you to be angry with me, but I forbid you to let it last. You're under my power, Sheila. You've unwittingly placed yourself in my influence, and I won't release you from it."
He was right. Although I seethed at what he had done, I couldn't scold him. Words of admonishment died in my throat. I gazed defenselessly at him, frightened and confused.
"I've also seen to it that you won't show me your pendant," he informed. "The post-hypnotic suggestion you were given bans you from doing so." He indicated my bag with a tilt of his head. "Your pendant is inside. Arm yourself. Get it and try to use it against me."
"You've sincerely taken steps to protect yourself?"
He nodded.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My bag was within reach. I started to go for it, then froze. My hand felt as though it had hit an unseen barrier. I could proceed no further. "My God," I gasped. "You are controlling me."
"I'm glad to see you aren't taking my comment lightly."
I swallowed roughly.
"You're unable to defy me, Sheila. I am your master."
"But why? What would drive you to do this to me?"
"We're alike, Sheila. We both steal from people, and we use hypnosis to assist us. I'd heard of you through the same channels you've employed to dispose of the artwork. You may have regarded yourself as clever for perpetuating an illusion of mystery, but you've opened yourself to speculation. Few, similar to myself, have developed an identical operation. The problem, however, is a lack of trust. None of us want to share, for we fear being taken advantage of. We recognize the strength of each other's powers. Yours have served you well, just as mine have been lucrative for me. It is time we join forces and make a true killing. I see value to our combined genius. Together, we can be lethal."
"You knew what I was doing to Jon Bachmann, didn't you?"
He grinned. "I thought it was obvious from the start. Although you have a rare talent, I thought you pathetically reckless. You took chances, practically sniggering at discovery." His smirk faded as he gazed with hunger at my naked flesh. "You left yourself open to me. You didn't suspect, even for an instant, that others might have harnessed the same gifts you possessed. For that, you deserve to be my slave."
His point was valid: I was an idiot for lowering my guard and making myself susceptible to his will. "Does this mean I'm also your sex slave?"
He shook his head. "That is entirely of your own choosing. If you find what I've done repulsive, you do not have to fuck me. I would never force you to accept me as your lover. You are merely compelled to obey me when it comes to future burglaries. That, plus your restraint from using your pendant on me. You can still hypnotize others, but have subconscious orders not to turn against me."
I was shaken by this authority he acquired. I was unaccustomed to being controlled by anyone. God! I had stupidly fallen into his trap. He had exacted a considerable amount from me-and crowed over his victory.
"We're to be partners, Sheila, only I will call the shots. I maintain senior interest. You will defer to my judgment and obey my orders to the letter. I could have remained silent about it and let you gradually discover my domination, but I wanted this to be an honest alliance. In time, we will gain each other's respect, and perhaps work intuitively. I believe our skills complement one another. To be a hypnotist is intriguing, but to have a mate who is-likewise an expert mesmerist is charming. We are evenly matched, you and I. We will amass wealth beyond our dreams."
Although lust should have been miles away given his recent admission, I couldn't help gazing at his body. He looked good, sitting right there, with his legs folded and his hands resting confidently in front of him. He was the very picture of virility, my sly opponent. I couldn't even think of him in that vein. He had taken steps to ensure my compliance.
"And what of Jon?" I asked. "Do I finish him alone-or are you worming your way into it?"
"I have no interest in him. He has a few fascinating items, but to demonstrate my generosity, I'll let you keep them. I have a much more challenging project lined up."
I had a hunch what he had in mind was infinitely better than anything I could have contemplated-he emulated that kind of excitement.
"Are you sure you aren't directing my hormones?" I purred, weaving my way toward him. Since I couldn't be enraged at him, nor conspire against him, there seemed no other emotion I could summon.
"Positive," he said, visibly welcoming my approach. He let me stream my hands over that furry chest and impressive pectorals, then sample the firmness of those bulging biceps. "You have total choice over your physical needs. I don't believe in taking complete advantage of someone. I wouldn't try to fuck anyone who didn't want it. Receiving erotic advances from someone by pre-design subtracts all the fun. I much prefer genuine desire to manufactured."
I got wet from the very sound of his voice. He was so fiercely masculine, so sexually appetizing, I couldn't stop myself from wanting him. My pussy dripped with longing. I was soaked, and needed to get fucked. I wanted that manly body on top of me, ramming into mine, pumping me with that big cock. Ohhhhhhhhhh. I could practically feel his hungry thrusts, penetrating me.
Sam read the craving in my expression. "You want me, don't you?"
I nodded. I saw the twitch of life in his cock. Strangely, there was something alluring about someone who could disable my arsenal of tricks with a slip of the hand. Here was a man who had the balls to take me on and won. Sam was no ordinary man-besides being incredibly sexy, he had the same enchanting skills. His medallion was superior to my pendant. It wouldn't require too much imagination to offset the loss of my general freedom, given his physical attributes. If I had to be mastered by someone, I guess I was fortunate it was Sam.
Sam took his dick in hand, priming it slowly. He knew I wanted to see how big that thing got in full flower once again. While it had been in my mouth, I was much too close to get an accurate evaluation.
"Do you want to stroke me with your hand? " he asked, pumping his cock with his fist. It was ramrod straight, ready to take me on. As he eased onto his back, that thing stood upright like a pole. His hairy body was propped by several pillows, with his legs thrown wide and his groin elevated.
Mmmmmmmm. I almost drooled. That thing strained high, aching to fit itself into some juicy cunt. I could easily put it out of its torment by sitting on it. Luckily, Sam had a face and body that balanced the experience.
"Can't wait, huh?" he teased.
I shook my head. I didn't feel compelled to answer in the affirmative. As promised, Sam hadn't tampered with my decision process when it came to sexual matters. I did feel an overwhelming obligation not to cross him-or do something deceptive behind his back, however. He stripped me of my duplicitous nature in relation to him.
His realignment of my convictions did not earn him my ire at that exact moment. I stared hungrily at that huge thing standing between his legs, and knew where my priorities lay.
He grinned. "Why don't you sit on me?" His cock bulged through his grip, a throbbing sight to behold.
My lips curved. "You're reading my mind. But before we do, I had another whim that seems to have burning importance."
"And what's that?"
I climbed on top of him-over that firm, hair-rough body, past his lap-and went right to his face. "I want you to eat this first."
His voice was low, guttural. "You want me suck you, Sheila?"
"If we're going to be partners, it got me wondering if you knew how to give good head. Why don't you warm me up for your nice, hard dick?" I purred. I brought my snatch to his mouth. I grabbed his head and shoved it between my legs without further prompting. The touch of his mouth on my pussy was pure electricity. He quickly produced responses in me that came much more gradually from others. A warmth blossomed between my legs as his tongue slid between my flowery lips to slurp the tangy nectar. I felt desire germinate almost immediately. "Ohhhhhhhhhh, yes, come on and lick me, suck my clit, eat me good."
Witnessing him put my personal gratification before his substantiated his not having altered with my right of refusal. Clearly, he wanted me to enjoy intimate relations with him and regularly choose him to satisfy my sexual needs. I was reluctant to admit that observation, and instead, chose to sample his broad suite of talents.
I jerked my hips at him, making sure he slurped those juices. Ohhhhhh! The horniness just poured out of me. When I heard Sam gulping it down, I sighed with contentment. A shiver of joy went through me.
"Jesus," I whispered. "You do like eating cunt, don't you? Ohhhhhhhhh."
"Mmmmmm."
He darted into my pussy with the zeal of a snake. He knew where it felt good and licked there for a heart-stopping moment. I writhed against him, feeding him female excitement in liquid form. When I released his head, he was unwilling to break the connection. He stuck to me, sucking the moisture from my pussy. Once he established contact with my love button, my temperature began to climb.
"Right there, suck on it, ohhhhhh, baby, suck it hard, make my clit big with your tongue. Keep on it, ohhhh, harder, faster, yes, baby, yes. You know what to do." I trembled around his gobbling mouth, watching it cover my juicy pink flesh. I saw those lips of his ripple over it, cleaning the succulence as quickly as it oozed from my crevice. He delved deeper into my squish, sending his tongue as far as it would go. When he eased it from my cunt, I was clawing at the back of his head. I didn't want him to stop. It felt incredible getting fucked by his tongue.
"Mmmmmm."
He vibrated against that pink pebble until I cried out in splendor. Stroke after luscious stroke followed, making my nipples flare. Ohhhhh. I creamed profusely against his face. I battered his lust-crazed features with my hot drippings, leaking with passion. He caressed me sweetly with that searching tongue, igniting dormant cells that hadn't known such enduring pleasure.
Sam alternated between using his thumb and veering tip to nuzzle my clit. Both offered unrivaled sensations that had me arching my back and straining to meet his mouth. I needed more of those piercing slurps, those darting lashes and that sizzling saliva. I trembled as he took ample helpings of my exuding juices, ending each sigh with a sharp sob.
Sam was the best-he had no equal.
I could not go another minute without being reciprocal. Going down on that stiff cock was foremost to my thoughts.
I swung my slim legs around Sam's head while stretching out alongside him. He was ready for me, his dick reaching toward my panting expression. I opened my mouth and took him in a hot, enthusiastic suck. Mmmmmm. My lips went over and over that shaft, stuffing him into my face until there wasn't a trace of dry skin to be had.
"Yeah," he grunted, detaching himself from my cunt and coming up for air. "Suck my dick, blow me, baby. Eat my cock." He pumped my face, rocking toward me until his inflamed member was enveloped in tingling spit. He loved getting sucked, I noticed. Sam had a very oral side to him. If this was his customary preference, I would have many nights ahead of me giving blow jobs.
Usually, I was quite willing to suck cock. It enabled me to get a man off fast, particularly if there was work to be done. I retained all my energies while sucking every bit of it from the man. If I planned on hypnotizing my partner, that method was in repeated use.
Once he became accustomed to the soft, flowing brush of my lips, he lowered his head between my legs. A sweet, shivering tickle emerged that shot through my body. I writhed strongly, deriving satisfaction from the curl and spin of his tongue. God, he was really getting me hot. A few more seconds of that lapping and I would be creaming in his face.
My clit became the focus of his appetite. He swerved around it, dabbing the soft glistening pinkness for interminable seconds. Finally, he rolled over it with a flourish. I let out a gasp. Before I was allowed to recover, he went in a slurping frenzy, showing me little mercy. He sucked me hotly, with the intent of inducing orgasm.
My mouth fell away from his cock. I couldn't suck it-I couldn't concentrate on anything beyond the torment of his pleasure-giving strokes. Ohhhhh, it was the best head I ever got.
"Yes!" I sobbed. "Yes, don't stop, keep going like that, ohhhhhhhhhh."
My brain, as well as my body, became overheated. Orgasm raged through me with a vengeance. It wasn't my choice to cum this quick-Sam had taken charge. Helplessly, I surrendered to the mouth that was attached to my quivering snatch. There was no fighting the expanding joy it petitioned.
My shaking didn't subside until a short while later. At that point, gazing at Sam's cock, I didn't want to suck it-I wanted to fuck it. A curiosity to feel something that enormous encased in my ravaged pussy got the better of me.
I straddled him, far more excited than I was a moment before. I was hungry for him. My energy was fully restored. That dick was going to bake inside my pussy.
His massive chest rose and fell in anticipation of the sex we were about to have. Sam saw how revved my engines were, and was game to handle them. I'm sure other women engaged his sexual prowess, and found it to be everything they hoped. Sam instilled the opinion of delivering on visual promise.
"Yeah," he groaned as my sopping cunt lips grabbed him with heat-sinking precision. He cupped my ass and dragged it down the length of his stiff cock.
Sam's dick was like an iron spike slicing through my wet pussy. I moaned deliriously as he went through my cock-hungry snatch. Ohhhhhhhh. When a man's dick got that hard, I could just fuck him for hours. Sam, presumably, could keep stiff and shoulder that responsibility. He appeared to welcome challenge and prove his sexual durability. My faint whimpers, slurred words and bouncing tits were the fruit of his excitement. Watching the sweat streak down my billowy globes, veering around my nugget-sized nipples kept his sex drive charged.
Sam had the earmarks of being insatiable, but then, so did I.
"You bastard," I muttered, grinding him with my cunt. "You got me so fucking horny. Ohhhhhhhh, cram it in there, yeah, fuck me, fuck me good." I seized him by the shoulders and went at it like a steam engine. My ass moved luxuriously in all directions. I took him into my pussy with hot, clinging strokes. I gasped at the wet sounds that evolved from our rubbing flesh. It felt so good to be locked together, generating sparks of passion. I twisted the base of his cock with my sluiced cunt lips, giving him an energy-sapping squeeze. He groaned, then clamped my ass to prolong the pleasure. I reared back, my snatch releasing his juicy dick. He smashed his head into the pillow and emitted a drawn out grunt. This time, he seized my butt and pulled me down to the thick trunk. I had no choice but to let it fill my pussy.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" I wailed, loving the way it fit into me-all hard and crushing. He buried it deep in my snatch, leaving no gap. "Oh, my God-there's so much of you!"
"There sure is," he grunted, fucking his way through that malleable opening while getting crushed by its restraining walls. "I can tell you haven't had anything like me before. I'm going where no stud has previously gone."
I engulfed him with my tender cunt, surrounding his cock in my flowing juices. Watching his face, I started humping him, relishing our sealed coupling. Ohhhhhhhh. After a few moments of that luscious stroking motion, I closed my eyes and thrilled to the momentum of sliding up and down his big cock.
Faster and faster, I labored, until I was bouncing on his balls and legs. The solid, cleaving ache of his thick base was a delicious reminder of my impalement. I bore down on him, needing more and more of his sweet rigidity to carry me over the vivid gateway of orgasm.
My nipples flailed at his furry chest, getting entangled in those abundant curls. Their momentary clash left me sputtering for air. Ohhhhhhhhh. My tits bounced as I ascended his spearing length, then settled upon it. I rammed myself onto his cock, watching my cunt swallow it whole. Its slippery arrangement and jarring impact in my pussy caused me to see stars. His cock bulb rebounded off the furthest recess in my cunt.
I tossed my head from side to side, crying out at the first convulsion. I nearly collapsed in his lap, it was so strong. With my pussy pulsing around him, I could feel his cock jerk uncontrollably, working its way through the frenzied layers of squish. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. My nails dug into his shoulders while his fingers pinched my ass cheeks. I squeezed every last exquisite drop from his excited cock as I rode him.
I tried enticing him with lustful eye contact, but my pupils invariably rolled upward and my vision blurred. I wanted more and more of that rigid thing shoved up into my pussy. I wanted to get off on it as many times as was allowable.
We fucked fast and furiously. My hair whipped over my face and my tits were flying. I could not be bothered with these physical distractions, nor attempting to contain our noise level. This coupling merited the hoarseness it invited.
The sound of cock meeting pussy echoed between us. That hot, squishy noise in tandem with its shivering feel sent us higher and higher. Having his thick shaft burrowing into me, splitting my pussy open and massaging my clit surpassed any verbal description I could muster. I couldn't begin to relate to him how good he made me feel. He just did, without effort.
"Yes!" I shouted, slamming my cunt down on him. "Oh, God, yes! More! I want it, I want it all." I impaled myself on that stiff thing, cramming every bit of it into my succulent crevice. I jammed that sweet dick up my pussy, relishing its power. I had to fuck it-harder and harder, wanting it to explode. My thighs hugged him, my cunt sucking him in and coating him with my love juices. "You better keep it stiff, baby, because I'm really hungry."
"Even it I shoot, I'm sure you'll find a way of keeping it swollen," Sam grunted, bracing himself for the onslaught of my horny snatch. Those dark pupils were leveled at me, consumed with yearning. The tension in his face told me he was weathering my frequent excursions from reality rather well. How long he would withstand the urge to cum would be interesting. Since I sucked him off, the urgency of a second orgasm didn't seem quite so imperative. He would explode when the time was ripe, and I had creamed myself silly on his willful cock. Sam had every intention of meeting my sexual demands. I knew right then he was going to outlast me, fucking me until my insides were pulp.
My temperature soared. "Ohhhhhh."
"Feel how hard you got it, baby? That's from your cunt lips stroking me, making my cock slick. You got it up, all of it, fucking you, pumping that juicy snatch. Yeah, oh, yeah, hump it. Make it hot and slippery with that pussy. Let it make you cum."
I jiggled my clit while he talked. He knew those words aroused me. His whole tone did. Sam knew which buttons to press-which ones provoked sexual cravings in me.
His assessment of me was accurate. We were very much alike, two passionate beings propelled by our insatiable appetites.
I dug my nails into his shoulder and rammed my cunt to the base of that cock. Ohhhhhhhh! It hurt to take him so furiously, but I couldn't help myself. Sam was such a good fuck, I didn't want to stop. The demons that churned inside me wouldn't rest until I had satisfied their frantic chant for fulfillment.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!"
I shuddered with orgasm. The contractions were strong, debilitating, depleting my energy source. I smacked my moist cunt lips to his groin, feeling those balls of his against my ass. Our hairy crotches meshed into one throbbing mass.
"Oh, God, ohhhhhhhhhhh!" I moaned, spasming.
I did not feel Sam shoot. I thought he'd erupt from all that sizzling friction, but he managed to hold back. I lost some of my steam and slowed down, gulping air and trying to recover.
Sam swung his arm behind me and rolled me onto my back. I usually liked to be on top, but was too weak to insist. I sputtered softly as he picked up my legs and hooked them over his broad shoulders. That hairy barrel chest was jammed against my tits. My billowy globes resembled a cushion as he pinioned me. My nipples were painfully swollen, piercing the wiry texture of his chest. His breath came out slowly, measured-as though preparing to give me the fucking I'd never had.
"Yeah," he groaned, thrusting hard and deep into my cunt. His dick had never disengaged while we repositioned and had all but slid out of my pussy. Slamming the full length of it into my moist snatch reconfirmed its power. He wasn't going to crow about it. No, he was just going to do it. He took large, hungry strokes, plunging into me. He massaged me with that erect, throbbing member. He curled my toes, pushing it in and dragging it back. "Oh, yeah, it's all in there, Sheila, inside your tight snatch. I'm buried to the hilt, baby. You've got the works."
I took the full brunt of it. He pounded my ass into the bed as he fucked me. Our groins pelted. We were having hot, raunchy sex. It was just the way I liked it: rough and persistent, without coming up for air.
"Yes," I whimpered as our flesh slapped feverishly. His hard dick split me open, reaching further and further into my sopping cunthole. I could do nothing apart from surrendering to the pleasure it gave me. I was weak with want, weak from cumming, wishing only to have him satisfy himself. I felt the intoxicating force of his thrusts and let his male aggression consume me. Each time he rammed into my pussy, I let out a delighted squeal. We neared the point of explosion.
His balls thudded against my ass. "There's nothing like it, nothing as good as your sweet pussy. Ahhhhhhh, you get me so fucking excited, Sheila, I feel like fucking you without stop."
"Ohhhhhhhhh," His bone-crushing hardness felt wonderful. I shoved my pussy at him, all too eager to have that dick spear through juicy tissue. He went in, making me moan more feverishly.
Luscious shock waves spread through me as our groins collided. We were brought over the edge, past the point of hesitation, beyond the will to prolong what we had created. My nails sank into his flesh and that sweet dizziness returned. I knew I couldn't stop myself from cumming again-it was inevitable that he swiftly brought me to orgasm. I arched my back and gave into it, twisting and clawing for oxygen.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh."
Sam's arms tightened around me. "Oh, baby, I'm going to shoot. I'm going to cream in your pussy ... uggghhhh, ugghhhhh, ugghhhhhhh. Oh, Christ, it feels so fucking good to cum inside you. Arrgghh."
His hot spurts were scarcely felt. I was numb from the intensity of my climax. I clung to his battering flesh, my eyes rolling up in their sockets, my strength ebbing. His cum gushed into my pussy in a thick amount, oozing around his pulsating bulk and dribbling out of my pussy. There was so much of it squirting in me I couldn't possibly obstruct its flow.
We remained in that shivering embrace for another few minutes-long after Sam had completely discharged himself. Slowly, his grip on me loosened and he lifted his sweat-drenched body from my moist flesh. A sigh of contentment escaped both our lips. The fucking was good. If our newly found partnership had to exist on one thing, I believed we could on sex.
I looked up at Sam kneeling between my legs. Perspiration streamed down his hairy chest, pouring from his brow. His eyes were glazed, yet I could tell his appetite wasn't totally consummated.
"Jesus," I murmured, massaging my mound. Cum was gushing out of my pussy, forming a huge wet spot beneath my quivering ass. I scooped some of it onto my fingers, then began spreading it over my inflamed nipples. Ohhhhhhhh, the warm goo made them sizzle. I undulated in response to the sensation it provided.
Sam watched, intrigued with my movements. "I don't think I'm through with you yet, baby. I think I'll have a little more of you, just to remind myself everything we just did was for real."
I trembled in anticipation, excitement rippling through my sex-starved flesh. "Yes," I sighed, holding my arms out to him. My cells screamed for another sample. The shaking in my body wouldn't subside until he got back inside my cunt-and even then, I doubted it would be quelled.
He lowered himself back over me. I stared into those dark, hungry eyes of his, then let out my tongue. He caught it with his lips and sucked it into his mouth. I moaned as he kissed me, arousing me once again.
God, Sam made me want it. He made me want it a lot.
My legs opened for him. A second later, he slid his hard cock into my pussy and began fucking me again. His wide, slapping thrusts caused the spew he just emptied into me to ooze from the rim of my snatch. His balls whacked me even harder than before.
Neither of us desired tenderness. A quick, belly-slapping fuck was more like it. Each savage thrust Sam took validated that he made me his own. Even if hypnosis hadn't accomplished it, I wanted to be his servant. I would do as he wished, and ask for this to be my reward.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Goddamn it!" Jon growled. "Where the fuck did I put them?"
My brow shot up. "Put what, honey?"
"My gold cuff links. I thought I threw them in my drawer, but they're gone."
I smirked. I wasn't about to inform him that they were now in my possession, along with a number of his other things. I must have forgotten to implant a post-hypnotic suggestion so he wouldn't remember having them. "I wouldn't worry, sweetheart. They're sure to resurface." On the black market, I silently amended.
I quietly reprimanded myself, nevertheless. I was getting rather sloppy of late. Ever since Sam intruded upon my life, my faculties were imbalanced. My finesse with the spellbinding arts was abridged, off base, lacking its normal impact. I prayed the effect was temporary. I wasn't quite the mesmerist I had once been. I was less inclined to placing Jon under my influence and pillaging his home. The threat of exposure wasn't one I wished to accept.
I had, for some time now, contemplated winding down my operation with Jon. Since encountering Sam, I was impatient to embark upon our business venture. His vision of the "larger picture" held infinitely more appeal than anything I could evoke. Our joining forces prevailed upon me until I, too, longed for it to commence.
I resigned myself to my fate. There was no resisting Sam; he made certain I would not double-cross him. As greatly as I valued my freedom, I was compelled to merge my enterprise with his.
Sam was a fantasy fuck. As much as I despised what he had done, I couldn't discount the gratification he afforded me. Each session with him was intense, mind-shattering. He could go for hours, plunging that swollen cock into me until there was no other recourse but orgasm, which was always powerful and physically depleting.
Upon occasion, I tried-just to assure myself it wasn't a trick-to subject Sam to the pendant. I wanted to reclaim my freedom, cancel the order he had inserted in my head. Sam had been asleep in my bed at the time I decided to test the waters. The second I felt the metal clasp when I reached into my purse, my hand automatically jerked away. I couldn't even graze it while he was within one hundred feet of me. Sam kept himself well-protected.
The anger that welled up inside me over my predicament subsided when he gave me pleasure. I entered each union with him purely for the sake of lust, and left it utterly satisfied. Sam was the best. Fucking him was an extra special treat.
I had to conclude matters with Jon. After today, I had resolved to end our relationship. I planned on taking my last trinket from him, then give him a parting kiss.
I dipped into my pocket for the pendant, and found it missing. Shit! I had left it at my place. I couldn't believe how scatter-brained I was getting. Sam certainly fucked up my knack of organization. I couldn't recall things malfunctioning as often as they now were.
"Would you excuse me, honey?" I said. "I'll be right back. I'm going to run downstairs to fetch something."
Jon wasn't even listening-his thoughts were elsewhere as he continued searching for the missing cuff links.
The phone was ringing upon my entrance. I snatched it up just as I pocketed the pendant, which had been sitting on my night table.
"Sheila? It's Veronica. I just called to see if you were available this afternoon."
A ripple of pleasure went through me at the sound of her velvety voice. I hadn't heard from my realtor since our afternoon of delectation. "I'm not doing anything special-just spending time with a friend."
"Oh?" she mused, distinctly hanging onto my every word. "I'd really love to see you."
Veronica carefully edited her statements; she didn't want to offend me seeming possessive. "Do you?" Having another go at that Latin goddess was a solid recommendation for spending a lazy afternoon. I recalled her saccharine tang. Her head-giving had been equally memorable.
"I haven't been able to get you out of my mind," she confessed in the softest, silkiest voice ever registered.
My lips curved. That was understandable-my permanent command still dwelled in her subconscious.
"Can I see you?" she whispered. "Please, Sheila. I need you."
I imagined a luscious afternoon for us, with one wrinkle in another otherwise seamless portrait: Jon. I couldn't simply discard him ... until I conceived of bringing the two of them together. It would be my final undertaking in mass-hypnosis. I'd never done two people simultaneously, and was intrigued by achieving that result.
"Veronica," I said, "do you still have your files on Sam Andriola?"
"Why, yes," she said, taken aback by the change in topic after just professing her lust. "They're in my cabinet."
"I want you to bring them to me."
"But, I-"
I employed a stern, no-nonsense tone. "Remember that brilliant light I showed you, Veronica? It glistened before your eyes, commanding you to stare at it."
"Yes."
"You pledged your service to me, didn't you?" Her breathing softened over the receiver. "Yes, I did."
"You're going to remove that file from your cabinet and slip it into your purse, Veronica. I want it." I demanded to know everything there was available on Sam Andriola-even if it wasn't much. Perhaps Veronica's file contained vital clues that would unlock his secret.
Did Sam have a secret? My lips curved. Everybody did. Learning Sam's Achilles' heel would give me enormous pleasure.
My influence transcended space. The lure of my voice and the imagery I conjured sufficiently enchanted her. It was as though I was waving my pendant before her eyes and ordering her to obey.
"I'll be at Jon Bachmann's. Come there as soon as possible. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
I waited a moment, then said, "I'll be looking forward to your visit, Veronica." The fervor with which I injected that phrase seemed to be her cue to awaken. "See you soon."
"Yes," she said, resuming her breathless pursuit of me. "I can't wait, Sheila."
I replaced the phone, glowing. This was going to be one sexual odyssey I wouldn't want to miss ...
I found Jon in the midst of frustration, searching for yet another elusive item. "Where has my Russian crystal gone? I don't recall putting it in storage."
Hmmm. I must have taken a giant mental lapse in forgetting to attach post-hypnotic suggestions to other forays. I would soon correct my mistakes. "Jon, why don't you relax? Let me give you a massage. You've been pushing yourself much too hard. You're overtaxed."
He scratched his forehead. "You're probably right. The market has been taking a beating, and I've gotten too emotional over some of my losses."
"You'll regain every cent," I vowed softly, guiding him to his massive water bed. "Let's get you out of those clothes."
"Are you sure you want to give me a massage?" he mused, reading my sultry graze. "You sound like you'd rather get on your back and let me do all the work."
I giggled. "After I've given you twenty minutes of nonstop happiness with my hands, we'll revisit that option."
"Great concept," he said, lifting his muscled arms and yanking off his shirt. That scrumptious chest of his was bared to me.
It actually gave me pause about deserting him. Jon had been a wonderful lover. Rarely did I not experience a measure of remorse when it was time to move on; unfortunately, my affair with Jon was about to terminate. Perhaps he would find excitement with Veronica.
"Aren't you joining me?" he asked, gesturing to my silk top and matching shorts.
"Why don't you give me a hand?"
Jon cupped my tits. His hands streamed over my erect nipples, causing them to awaken. Adrenaline fueled my body. I watched through half-closed eyes as he undid the buttons of my blouse. He was an expert at stripping. His fingers floated against me, bringing about fever with his manly touch. My tits bulged out of my top, begging to be groped. Jon obliged me. He scooped those boobs up and gave them a passionate squeeze. I shivered against him, rubbing his stiff cock with my ass. I felt that big thing through his pants.
"You're in the mood, aren't you?" I teased.
He smirked. "Mmmmm, I sure am."
"Good. Because we're about to have company."
His brow knit together. "Oh?"
"Do you remember my realtor, Veronica?"
He searched his memory banks for identification. A slow, stimulated grin curved his lips. "Sure: tall, skinny, sexy." His dreamy reflection ended after a brief moment. "Did you send for her?"
"Actually, she has some documents to drop off. I implied she might want to stay for a drink."
My face was an open book. Jon wasn't stupid. He could read between the lines, even if I wasn't entirely forthcoming. "Is she wild?"
I shrugged, leaving him in suspense. "I've gathered that. She loves to flirt. She adores men."
Jon's eyes glistened. "How about women?"
There weren't going to be many surprises left if he kept guessing. "If she did, then I suppose I would have to participate."
"Would you?" he challenged.
I could see he was highly receptive to that kind of experience. "I don't know. Is it a fantasy?"
He swallowed roughly. The flush of his cheeks made his verbal answer unnecessary. "Always has been."
I smiled, sliding into his embrace. Our lips touched hotly. "If it makes you happy, I'll do it."
He cupped the back of my head and rotated it until my mouth was at the perfect angle. I opened it fully to receive that expressive tongue. Mmmmm. His hands streamed over my susceptible flesh, taking advantage of my glossy textures. My nipples awakened, springing against his hair-rough chest. I writhed, thrilling him with their pointy sting.
He reacted strongly from my trembling enfold. Those large fingers dipped below my panty line, spanning over my sumptuous ass cheeks, weaving their seductive designs. When I felt his finger split my cunt lips, I let out a moan-which was instantly stifled by his lips. He stuck that digit into me and probed until I endured three heart-stopping rotations. Ohhhh. Finally, he withdrew.
"You're sopping wet," he mentioned.
"And you're responsible," I sighed, before reconnecting with his lips. "Mmmmmmm." I let him finger me for a minute or two, getting off on those quivering jabs. Ohhhhh. My pussy swallowed his finger whole. It felt so good, I didn't want him to stop. I gushed cunt juice until it dripped down his hand. I was well-lubricated for that monster cock.
At length, I pulled back. "I'd rather have the real thing."
"Me, too." He navigated us to the silken sheets of his water bed. Jon assumed a reclined position, letting his cock stand high. His pupils contended desire.
I settled between his muscled thighs, marveling at how his dick strained up to me. His gaze of adoration was plain. I enjoyed his ebullience for a moment before obtaining my pendant. I wanted to remember this look of unaltered passion before I put him under. He was so innocent and so susceptible to my charms.
I felt a total bitch for having to do it to him. I believed that, in time, he would have gladly surrendered his most prized possessions to me, if only to gain me as a permanent mate.
I shrugged it off. These sentiments often emerged just before I exacted my final pound of flesh. Remorse, pure and simple, was the culprit. Separating my emotions, particularly from someone as sweet as Jon, was difficult.
Still, I had to go through with it. There was no turning back, no regrets. He would learn to love someone else willing to furnish the same components our affair had produced. Perhaps my successor would actually be worthy of his affections.
I removed the pendant from my bag and flashed it before his face. His eyes sprang to it immediately, seeking out its flickering power.
"You've taken a liking to my pendant, haven't you, Jon?" I purred. "You enjoy the feeling you get when you see it? Stare at it, Jon. Find its center of light. Yes, you know exactly where it is."
Jon complied. He accepted my soft-spoken instruction as readily as he had my flesh. He became riveted almost immediately. In almost each successive session, he quickly abandoned his physical existence to meet with me on this higher, stimulating plane.
"Do you feel that tingling sensation course through your body, Jon? It starts in your balls and travels to every nerve ending. That's my influence, Jon. You love it, don't you?"
He nodded, gazing blankly into space.
It felt marvelous to induce someone with the pendant. Sam's perpetuating influence caused me to fear that my skills had gotten stale. It was reassuring to know I could still invoke one of my mind-freezing trances. "It appears I've been forgetful in leaving you hindsight commands. You were looking for your gold cuff links, and your Russian crystal. Forget them. I banish them from your mind. You will disremember purchasing them." He nodded.
I could have, at that moment, taken more of his things, but I didn't. The pangs of my conscience were too great.
The doorbell sounded in the background. I got up from the bed, careful not to touch Jon. I slipped a silk robe over my lush nudity. My nipples protruded through the glossy material. I caught my reflection just before exiting the room. Mmmmm. I was a tempting sight.
Veronica, strikingly beautiful, appeared confused at Jon's doorstep. Her compulsion to journey here, though strong, wasn't as complete as it might have been if she had been directly exposed to the pendant. My verbal mandate had served its purpose. The file on Sam Andriola was in her hand.
"Veronica," I said, moving back. "Please, come in."
She blinked, unsure of exactly what she was doing. "What are you doing here?"
"Jon and I were just discussing your upcoming visit. He was excited about having you as a guest. Follow me. He's waiting for us in the bedroom."
The word "bedroom" had erotic connotations for Veronica. She shivered in anticipation. "Will it be just the three of us?" I nodded.
Veronica warmed to the idea. "He's a very attractive man, Jon Bachmann."
"He's one of the best lovers I've ever had."
Veronica acknowledged that remark with a twinkle in her eyes. Her desire was genuine, not forced by subliminal instruction. Having a three-way with Jon and me would have occurred during the normal course of events, had I introduced her without the aid of my powers.
As predicted, Veronica smiled at the sight of Jon's naked body sprawled across the bed. His huge erection captured her attention. "Mmmmm. Party-size. I love it."
"Why don't you slip out of your clothes, Veronica?" I suggested. "Give Jon a glimpse of what he's about to get."
"Perhaps you ought to do the honors," she mewled.
My arms surrounded her slender frame. I pressed my stiff nipples to her boobs, then ground them for good measure. Veronica sighed with rapture, then enclosed my ass and rubbed my mound with hers.
"What do you think of that, Jon?" Veronica slurred. She glanced over at him, then gradually realized he was in another world. "Hey, what's the matter with him? He's not responding."
"Jon is a businessman at heart. He can never seem to get his mind off work."
My explanation wasn't satisfactory. Veronica shook her head, visibly panicking. "Is he okay? Something must be wrong."
I threw open my robe and revealed the pendant to her. "Everything is fine, Veronica. Why don't you sit down beside Jon and make yourself comfortable?"
Veronica's eyes darted at the pendant. "What?"
"Relax, baby." I positioned the pendant so that it refracted the light. A myriad of colors danced before Veronica. "That's it, honey. Give yourself over to it. Don't resist me. You have no choice but to look at this. Surrender yourself to me."
Bit by bit, Veronica did succumb. Her glassy look inferred that she was in my power. She stood absolutely still, awaiting instruction.
Carefully, I transferred the file on Sam Andriola from her grasp. She made no effort to retain it, letting it slip from her fingers.
Sam did not have Software Designer as his occupation listed; Engineering Consultant was penned in that section. I shook my head. Sam had no profession he would validly declare. When you're a thief, there was no other word that would fit the description.
I doubted the accuracy of the information on the questionnaire. For all I knew, Sam had hypnotized Veronica and commanded her to put his application through without question. One item did ring true, however: former address. I made a mental note to check that out, and see if he left any tracks in the way of ripped off victims.
Somebody had to know the real Sam Andriola. The key to his identity was procurable-I predicted that by finding it, I could unlock his strength.
"You will have no recall of supplying me this," I instructed Veronica. "It will have simply disappeared from your files. Do you understand?"
She nodded.
It was time to wake my willing subjects. I concentrated on Veronica first. Lowering my face between her thighs, I scrupulously pulled back her panties until the lips of her pussy were unveiled. I breathed warmly over that spot, then descended with my tongue. One full, stimulating slurp later, Veronica blinked, her conscious awareness restored.
"Mmmmm," she murmured dreamily, shaking from that initial lick. "I could go for lots of that."
I turned to Jon, whose cock stretched rigidly in the air. I veered to those hair-dusted balls, then gave them a mind-splintering lap. My hot lashing pierced his meditative state, causing him to jerk.
"Oh, yeah," he mumbled, enclosing my head. "Wet them down with that hot tongue."
"Wow," Veronica gasped. "He's got a big one."
"He sure does," I said, urging her to come join me.
Jon seemed delighted to have that Hispanic knockout materialize between his legs. Hunger was blatantly etched in his features.
The one thing I definitely learned about releasing my victims from hypnosis was their enhanced sexuality. Their hormones seethed with longing. They developed an insatiable appetite for sex.
What a wonderful side effect, I mused.
I slid my fist over that large cock, pumping it seductively. "Think you can handle the both of us, baby?" I asked Jon. "You've got two horny women in your bed."
"I'm always willing to try," he said, choking with desire.
Veronica, knowing her cue, lifted her gorgeous body up on her knees. That wealth of dark hair spilled over those rounded shoulders. Her tits hung in delectable profusion. "Don't be selfish, Sheila. I want some of that, too."
Her arousal was genuine. Veronica liked to fuck-it could be seen in her expression. She was an untamed tigress, anxious to feed.
I helped Veronica get her skirt off. I liked the sound of zippers, especially when their descent revealed more flesh. I shed her panties with speed. It was just another obstacle for Jon's stiff cock.
"Mmmmm," Veronica enthused. "Look at that dark, fluffy pussy. See how juicy it is." She examined me with her finger. "Oh yes, she's nice and wet, Jon. It's going to feel so good having all that hot succulence smothering your cock."
Jon nodded. "Yeah, Sheila's hot." He nibbled on my ear, accentuating the stir of hormones that swam through me. I flowed with them.
Jon's arms went around me, hugging my nude flesh. His masculine touch started fire. Ohhhhhhhh. I couldn't get enough of those fingers roaming the palatable planes of my highly aroused body, those tips sweeping my softness. He cupped my tits, testing their firmness and giving my nipples a tweak.
"You like that?" he whispered.
"Mmmmm," I purred, feeling my cells hum.
His hand drifted down to my pussy. He wrapped it over my mound and kneaded me wildly, passionately. Ohhhhhhhhhh.
"How about here?" he asked in a low, seductive voice.
"Oh, yes."
His thumb split my cunt lips apart. The second he made contact with my clit, I shivered. I didn't think he could uncover it that quickly. He rotated my love button until I made him juicy with my hot secretions. The longer he circled it, the more wet he got.
"Oh, yeah, Sheila, you're hot to fuck, aren't you?"
"Yeah," I murmured. "I want to fuck." Visions of that big dick of his bobbing in the air danced through my head. I couldn't wait for him to fuck me with it.
Veronica was getting a lot of physical attention, too. Jon was feeling her up. He concentrated on her tits, scooping them up until the nipples were adjacent. He elected to use his mouth. I watched him cover those erect nubs and suck on them. Mmmmm. He tongued them until Veronica arched her back and let out a long moan. She squirmed on the bed, receiving ample stimulation.
"Oh, baby," she sobbed, her flesh aroused by that hungry mouth. "Suck my tits, suck them hard. Ohhhhhhhh, my nipples are like rocks. Ohhhhhh, look what you did to them. Look what you're doing to me, I'm getting so horny, ohhhhhhh."
Her features were genuinely tense. What Jon did was not exaggerated in her expression-she sweltered beneath his expert lashing. Jon knew how to make her blazing hot. Veronica hugged her knees together, but as she continued to get her nipples sucked, she gradually spread them until her moist pussy was revealed.
"Your girlfriend needs a little help," Jon instructed.
I felt him pushing me in her direction, exerting strength. He bode me little room in which to escape her wriggling form. He wanted to get me close enough to give her some licks.
I submitted to his request without his commanding it. His suggestion was a sufficient directive. I got down on my knees and slid my face right up to her curving snatch. I saw those dark curls moist with female excitement and felt my blood stir. Mmmmmm. I gazed at the delicate pink flesh with the droplets of honey and found my appetite. I extended my tongue until it met that fragrant source. I lashed that soft rim, then repeated those expert strokes to open her pussy. My tongue caught those sodden lips and peeled them apart. All that hot succulence was available.
"Oh, God," Veronica moaned as I delved into that warm, squishy center. "Ohhhhh, oh, yes."
Her ass bucked as I plunged my tongue into her pussy and gave her the licking she deserved. I enjoyed her taste-totally female, in the heat of agitation. I gulped down those juices, molding my lips to that soaked pussy. I was unwilling to remove my mouth until I heard her guttural cries and felt her orgasmic shaking. When Veronica supplied me both, I decided I hadn't had nearly enough. I wanted to suck her juices until she was dry.
"Ohhhhh, suck me, suck my pussy, eat my cunt."
"Mmmmm," I growled into her snatch.
"Yeah," muttered Jon. "You like sucking pussy, don't you?" He caressed my buttocks as I went for Veronica's snatch. The kneading he gave me was a reminder that Veronica was merely an appetizer. What he had would occupy much more of my time and body.
To my complete surprise, Sam suddenly materialized at the door. The grin he displayed was reserved for my individual pleasure. "Hey, your door was open and I was hearing things."
"Come on in, pal," Jon said. "Hey, Sheila, Veronica, come meet my neighbor, Sam Andriola."
Veronica gave him only the briefest glance. She was much too consumed by what I was doing to her pussy to care.
I trembled. The file Veronica secured for me was sitting on the dresser. If Sam saw it, he'd know I was doing a little research on him. That would surely raise his ire.
"Why don't you get out of those clothes and come here, Sam?" I teased. "Let's see what you've got hiding in those pants."
"Yeah," Jon enthused. "I think I've got too much to handle here."
Sam eyed me cautiously. My burst of goodwill held implications for him. I panicked, worrying his eyes would gravitate to the dresser.
To distract him, I lowered my face back to Veronica's writhing snatch and slipped her some hot tongue. I wriggled into that steamy crevice and gleaned it of its flavorful juices.
"Oh, God!" Veronica moaned, thrusting her crotch at my mouth. "Suck it! Come on-suck it good!"
Sam watched for a few more minutes when the action got to him. Whatever had passed through his mind a moment before instantly receded. The action taking place between Veronica's legs took precedence. He adjusted the position of his cock in his pants. His intense expression relayed that my ploy worked.
Jon peered at what I did, too. He enjoyed watching me fuck Veronica with my tongue. "That's it, baby. Eat her. Lap that cunt. Slide into her warm pussy. Wiggle your tip in that crevice. Now take it out and suck on her clit. Suck her, baby. Make her moan."
The temperature ascended several degrees. Both of the men were getting steamed from the action.
Sam groaned deeply, then yanked off his shirt and unbuckled his pants. His cock swung up from his crotch as his jeans rolled down his legs. He stepped out of them and took his dick in hand, prepping it slowly. He was thickly swollen, throbbing hotly in his fist. "Christ," he groaned between clenched teeth, "I've got to get my dick sucked."
When his cock bobbed in front of Veronica's face, she couldn't gobble it fast enough. Those lips of hers caught the bulbous head, then worked their way down the shaft. Sam practically straddled her head as he lowered himself into her mouth. Veronica appeared not to be troubled with the length he fed her. She was efficient in enclosing him with those hot, sensual lips.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned, gorging herself. She dove right in on his ten-inch cock, biting just hard enough to taunt, then twirling her soft, wet tongue around its bulk to suck the life out of it. She looked ready to swallow an oozing flood.
The sight of her sucking Sam caused me to shake with arousal. Observing female flesh locked around male flesh was such a turn-on. Skin against skin; the raw stare; the intake of breath-these reflections made me juicy. I sucked on Veronica even harder, giving her pussy some of the best licks ever. She undulated madly beneath my fluttering smacks-but never moved entirely away from them. No, I gave her too much pleasure for a premature ending. She kept those legs open and invited my slobbering. The hot drippings from her cunt tasted so good. I couldn't stop myself.
"Open that mouth wider, baby," Sam groaned. "You're never going to get all of me in there if you don't. Oh yeah, I want those lips wrapped around my stiff cock. I want to drown in your hot saliva. Ahhhhhh, yes, let me slide into your throat, take me all the way down." He looked as though he was in paradise. His dick stretched to her wide, engulfing lips. Veronica accommodated him with the extent of her oral abilities. I could hear her loud sucks as she manipulated that dick with her mouth.
"Does she taste good, Sheila?" Jon asked, his voice hoarse. I could tell he was stroking his cock. "Does it satisfy your appetite?"
I didn't answer him. I traced the sodden lips of Veronica's snatch, gathering the sweetness with my tip. When I cleaned them, I delved into that sensitive pink center. Veronica quivered as I pushed my tongue through her aroused cunthole. I could see that her clit was big, pulsating. I revolved around that pink button, quite aware of its throbbing existence. I wasn't quick to lap it. No, Veronica's patience was going to be tested to the limit. I wasn't about to furnish her immediate satisfaction.
"Suck my clit," she moaned, breaking away from Sam's cock. "Suck it, Sheila, come on, suck it."
Sam caught her head and returned his thick shaft to her twisting mouth. "Don't stop sucking, baby. I need your lips on it, your tongue on it-your whole face, baby. Your whole face. Oh, yeah." He crammed himself into her face, visibly excited. "Suck on me, Veronica, suck on my big dick."
"Mmmmm," she sobbed, any words stifled by Sam's cock. He cupped the top of her head and pumped her mouth until all that could be heard was loud, slobbering sounds. Her lips rubbed the skin of his member until globs of spittle coursed down its length and collected at his balls.
"That's a good girl, suck my dick," Sam grunted.
When her mouth was full of cock, I seized the opportunity to drive her crazy. I covered her clit with my lips, then vented it with a suck she probably never thought possible. The tip of my tongue vibrated that savory nub to the edge of sanity. Veronica's tremors were strong and ample. She couldn't resist the force of my hot, massaging lips. Her cunt oozed with juice, all of which I swallowed as I worked her into a frenzy. Her hips snapped at me, just as her thighs tried to imprison my bobbing head. None of her efforts could tame me. I was a wild spirit, eating her cunt.
"Mmmmmm," I murmured, clenching her pussy with my eager mouth.
Veronica's cries were smothered by Sam's penetrating cock. He rode her face, keeping himself installed between those moist, wriggling lips. My efforts to stir her were successful in amplifying his pleasure. The harder I sucked on her, the harder she sucked on him. Sam gasped as she locked him in a cum-milking vise.
"Christ, you're going to make me cum," he groaned, trembling. He balled his fists, then fucked her face with all he had. "Don't stop, let me shoot in your mouth, baby. Get ready to swallow."
I was panting from all this. The sight of Sam ramming himself down Veronica's throat made me horny beyond reason. He somehow managed to work his large cock down to the thick trunk. His pubes brushed her lips as he crammed every inch he had between them. I was surprised Veronica could deep-throat. I attacked her well of dribbling wetness. Darting my tongue in and out rapidly, I flicked and sucked her clit until her pussy pulsated. Veronica screamed for more-not verbally, but with hot, jerking movements.
"Suck his dick," Jon barked at Veronica. "Suck that big dick, baby, make it vanish."
Jon's deep, commanding tone excited me. My cells awakened to its terse sound. Just as I awaited more of it, he did me one better. He shoved his cock in my pussy from behind. It went in fast, hard and without preliminary.
"Ohhhhhhhh," I wailed, lifting my mouth from Veronica's snatch. He impaled me so deeply. My body couldn't adapt to his throbbing member that quickly. It felt rigid and so long. "Oh, my God, ohhhhhhh, honey, you're so big. You really fill my cunt."
"Feels good, eh, baby?" Jon asked, fucking me. He drove in and out of my pussy, letting his balls smack my ass. "Christ, are you juicy. Sucking pussy got you hot, didn't it? You really got off having your face in Veronica's snatch."
His hands enclosed my hips, dragging me roughly to that hard, splitting cock. I cried out as we made impact. Fitting that swollen thing into my sluiced pussy was quite a jolt to my system. I was so vulnerable. I couldn't emotionally or physically process the change for several seconds. When I did, however, I got off-big time. The switch from eating cunt to fucking cock soon took place. I became involved in rearing back and taking that bone-solid dick into my absorbent snatch. The lips of my hungry pussy devoured him. I moaned as it charged through me, fucking me faster and faster.
"Oh yeah," I moaned, feeling him go deep. "Give it to me, baby, give it to me." My body was filled to capacity by Jon's driving thrusts. Jon took every bit of space I had to jam himself into me, cramming that huge cock into my pussy. We rocked savagely together. I treated him to moist, tingling friction. It ached to have him buried in my cunt like this, but I knew it was how he enjoyed getting off. "Ohhhhhhhh, fuck me, stud, fuck me. More, please, don't stop, more."
"I'll fuck you, baby," Jon said, slamming into me. "Then I'll fuck your girlfriend, too."
Sam was behind Veronica, too, hammering into her butt. She squealed with joy as he fucked her asshole. Veronica's tolerance levels had reached new heights. Those sweet, wriggling buns serviced his hot, plunging cock. Her eyes flashed at me as she fought to keep herself balanced on her elbows. Those lips signaled passion and an invitation to go to them. I did. I pushed my tongue inside, only to discover what Sam left. Moments earlier, he had gushed a load that Veronica hadn't yet swallowed. I tasted his warm, creamy jizz and let some of it flow into my mouth. Mmmmm.
Veronica and I lingered, face to face while we got fucked. Both men pushed and pulled their stiff cocks, slicing us open. Breathlessly, we submitted to their pleasure.
"Oh, God, honey, ohhhhhh."
Jon wanted me to sit on him. I was only too glad to comply. Rolling onto his butt, he urged me to straddle him. I did so with little effort, shoving my pussy over his erect cock. The bulbous head hit the top of my cervix after I sank down on him. Ohhhhh.
Veronica mounted Sam in the same fashion. She worked her hips, covering his hard dick with her soft cunt.
"Ohhhhh, it feels so good, honey," I moaned, pushing down with my snatch. My hungry pussy caught as much of Jon as it could and stuffed him into its warm, wet confines. My strokes were meant to drain the cum from his balls. Up and down I went, panting, watching his expression. Jon rolled his head from side to side, weakening from the cunt-satisfying friction. His fingertips grazed my ass as it rose and fell on his lap in the wake of hot, juicy noises. His balls slapped my butt as I plunged upon him.
Veronica and I made the water-filled mattress pitch with our erotic exertions. We had our men pinned, gasping for air, submerged in our bodies. Skin against skin, flesh smacking flesh-the whole scene was hot.
And then the room's temperature was cranked up several notches. Veronica was off of Sam and in front of me, sucking my tits. Her saliva-rich lips clung to my scalding nipples like heat-seeking weapons. Ohhhhhh.
Sam, throbbing with excitement, wedged the knob of his thick cock into my asshole and started pushing. I was going to get a little double penetration.
"Ohhhhhh," I sobbed, alert to that splitting sensation Sam's dick created. "Yes, in my ass. Stick that baby in my ass.
"You can handle it, baby," he whispered in my ear. "Your girlfriend did, and now she's hornier than ever."
I recognized more than lustful design in his voice. I still wondered if he saw his file sitting on the dresser. I didn't have much time to ponder it, however, after he nudged my anus. That sudden, fragmenting pressure robbed me of my thoughts. I focused only on where that big dick was going.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh," I cried out.
More of his cock sank into my butt. My mouth shot open, my eyes closing. Air previously trapped in my lungs whistled out of me. Ohhhhhhh. There was no escape from that hard, penetrating cock. Even as I unconsciously held back from it, Jon slid high into my pussy. I went numb as both men packed me with themselves.
"Fuck her, guys," Veronica panted as I got sandwiched. "Fuck that little nympho. Oh, yeah, make her feel how stiff you are. Hmmmm. Look how much she--likes it."
"Ohhhhhhh, oh, God," I wailed, getting fucked from both sides.
"Doesn't it feel good?" Veronica asked, then lowered her mouth to my tit. The wet, prickling suction she applied made my head spin.
"Oh, yes, ohhhhhh. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."
The men dragged their cocks back, then shoved them into my sluiced passages. I willed myself to get as tight as possible, squeezing them with the walls of my pussy and ass. Jon seemed appreciative of the added tension Sam's cock lent. It was difficult to concentrate on one mass of pulsating manhood-there was too much inside me. Both men were hung.
I held myself still and relaxed the muscles in my body. They met no resistance as their cocks fought to gain access to my hot, slippery moisture. Their thrusts made me weak and propelled me to orgasm.
"I'm going to cum," I sobbed, unable to control myself. Sam was nibbling on my ear while fucking my ass. "Jesus, I'm going to cum."
"Go for it, doll," Jon murmured in the background. I had tried to keep track of him through my half-closed eyes, but my vision was blurring. "Cum on my dick."
I smashed myself down to the base of his cock. Sam followed, grinding the thick stem to the rim of my asshole. My fingers clawed at the moment of orgasm. Squeals of undeniable pleasure swept through me.
"Ohhhhhh," I moaned. "Ohhhhh, baby, you're making me cum. The both of you are making me cum."
"Yeah," Jon grunted, enjoying my contractions. My cunt lips were strangling his dick with its juicy smother. He lay back, gratified.
Sam fondled my tits from behind, feeding my nipples to Veronica. She sucked me to heavenly distraction.
"I'm gonna shoot," Jon warned, caught up in the heat. "Gotta cum in this hot, wet pussy."
"Oh, yes," I sobbed, waiting to receive that creamy injection.
He couldn't hold back. His cum gushed into my snatch with heavy spurts. I could feel it splash against my cuntal walls, then ooze from my warm crevice. A second later, Sam pumped my rectum with his hot load. Jism streamed down my ass cheeks, seeping from my asshole.
Veronica was quick to attend to the mess the men made. Her tongue sprang into action, lapping the creamy residue from the insides of my thighs. I shivered, recipient to those fulfilling butterfly licks.
"Ohhhhhhhh."
Veronica continued on, concentrating fully on Jon. She licked and stroked him with her tongue and mouth, bringing him back to erection. He held his arms open to her, welcoming her oral worship.
Sam dragged me off the bed. "We're out of here, now," he whispered tersely.
"What's the matter?" I asked softly.
He held the folder I'd gotten from Veronica under my nose. He didn't look happy. "Come on, baby. We're going to deal with this privately."
I fretted. Oh, God, what was he going to do with me?
CHAPTER SIX
"You were spying on me, weren't you?" Sam imputed once we were out of earshot inside my condo.
"No, I wasn't," I declared, though cowering from his vicious expression. I'd never seen him so enraged. "I was simply curious about the man to whom I've entrusted my future."
His eyes blazed. "You didn't entrust me, baby. I took over your future. You have no choice."
"Do you actually think I'm going to stay with you?" I hurled, sarcastically. At this point, I had essentially nothing left to lose. I was prepared to go at it tooth and nail if necessary. "I could walk out of here in a flash, without giving you a second thought."
"Oh?" he was amused. "You actually believe that?"
"Want to see?" I defied.
He stepped back from the door, folding his arms. He offered no restraint, nor presented physical blockage. "Go ahead. Try to leave."
I didn't see why I had to vacate my own place, but to illustrate my point, I balled my fists and started for the exit. Before I could reach the doorknob, however, my hand froze. I'd struck an unseen barrier. It was as though an invisible force field were erected, disallowing me passage.
"You're fucking with my head!" I screamed, hating him.
"That's right, baby," he chuckled. "You can't skip out on me without my approval."
I smacked him on the chest repeatedly. "You bastard! I'll never listen to you! I won't help you as long as I'm alive!"
"That's where you're wrong, baby." He yanked up his shirt, revealing his magnificently hairy chest-and the gold medallion. It attracted the light almost immediately. "But there are a few flaws that require immediate attention in your subconscious."
"No!" I cried. "I won't submit to you! Never!"
He seized my wrists and pinned me to the wall. As I thudded against it, the silk robe I wore flew open, baring my nudity to him. My pussy, moist from Jon's discharge, oozed with jism. I wasn't prepared for combat, but I refused to have him modify previously instilled instructions.
Sam clutched my chin, leveling our eye contact. He looked defiantly at me, as though my struggles wouldn't amount to much. I didn't want to gaze at that virile profile, that hunky physique with its god-like proportions. It was bad enough the man made me horny beyond reason under normal circumstances-the fact he was going to further ensure my compliance had me frightened.
"Don't be afraid, Sheila," he murmured in hushed, masculine tones. "You're incredibly tense. Stop worrying about it. Resisting me won't save you. A tiny inner voice is already advising you to yield to me."
I shuddered, knowing perceptively he spoke the truth. The compulsion to stare at the medallion manifested itself. I tried shaking it, but to no avail. Sam was going to win this round.
God! Why did I have to be sexually attracted to him? He was too damned sexy to neutralize those feelings.
"Don't fight me, Sheila," he whispered in a low, husky voice. "It'll do you no good. My words will penetrate you just as every other part of me has."
I clawed my nails and plunged them into his broad chest. Sam didn't recoil in the least. He took possession of my wrist and fastened it to the wall. The strength he exhibited easily overpowered mine. There was no chance of my worming my way out of this fix.
"Look at the medallion, Sheila. You know you want to. You're drawn to it. You can't take your eyes off it. Its resplendence fascinates you to no end."
Upon command, I sought it out, glittering on that carpeted chest. Its shining hue was one I hadn't seen the first time.
"That's a girl. Keep looking at it. Don't battle the urge. Surrender to it. You're bedazzled by it as you've never been to anything else before."
Waves of stimulation swam out to engulf me. An intoxicating glow enveloped me. I was without protection, obliged to welcome it into my body, my , mind. I trembled at its splintering effect.
"Yes, it feels good to gaze at it. You don't want to stop. My voice is drifting with you, sheltering you from any ill impressions. Come to me, Sheila. Be mine."
His speech tapered off as the numbing feeling took effect. It was like entering a desert, parched for water, searching for lodging, walking directionless for hours. Sam's utterances took on the shape of the sun, calling for me to follow. I wove a path toward it, feeling it would lead to refuge. After stumbling and heaving, I saw civilization ahead. Happiness I'd never known coursed through me. I ran to it, breathless, exuberant, extending my arms, praying it wasn't a mirage.
A pair of lips swooped out to brush mine. The passion behind them energized me. Life flowed back into my body. I could move once again. When I squinted, my sight was restored, and I saw Sam peering at me.
"Sheila?" he inquired, looking concerned. Placing his hands lightly on my shoulders, he swiveled his fingertips against my bare skin. Sparks of joy were kindled. "Sheila, are you okay?"
I looked down at myself and noticed I was naked. A steady throb gathered in my nipples. I couldn't recollect what we were just doing, but considering my lack of clothes, and Sam's undraped chest, with its rippling muscle and cluster of dark curls, I . assumed we were about to have sex.
"Sure, I'm okay," I purred, tracing an imaginary line through that furry accumulation, heading rapidly for his navel. "What could be wrong?"
Grinning slowly, he made no attempt to thwart my manual exploration. "Weren't you just arguing with me?"
I shrugged. "If I was, I was just having a little fun with you." The very glimpse of him infused a restless craving. I wanted him now, without reservation.
A strange expression came over Sam: confidence, euphoria, and perhaps relief. I didn't care. He had whet my appetite.
Dropping to my knees, I undid his top button, then gave his zipper a yank. I dragged his jeans down his legs, impatient to get a peek of that gorgeous cock I knew he had. Sure enough, it swung into view. Sam's hips swayed back and forth, instigating that thing's movement. It hung deliciously before my eyes, semi-erect.
I started to go for it, dashing forward with my lips, but Sam clamped my shoulders and held me back. "Are you sure you want it?" he questioned thickly. "You want to do this?"
I couldn't believe he would stop me. "You bet I do," I whispered, anxious to make it big with my tongue, then feel it grow inside my mouth. "Right now."
Sam didn't cease restraint. "You're not following an inner voice that's telling you to suck my cock? This is of your own accord?"
I thought his comment odd. There was no such inflection-just an uncontrollable urge to blow him. "Let me do it, Sam. It's what I feel like this very minute."
I jerked forward, catching that manly flesh on the first try. I pumped it, willing it to get hard. I used my tongue, darting sensuously over the head, then I enclosed it with my lips. I circled the rim with my spirited tip, urging him to solidify, lengthen.
"Oh, yeah," Sam gasped after a few seconds of being inside my mouth. He tilted his head back and bore a tortured look. Methodically, he swung his hips toward me, feeding me that great-tasting cock. "Oh, yeah, Sheila. Eat it. That's it, baby. Take more."
His strange behavior quickly forgotten, I went down on him ferociously. He inched further and further down my throat as his thing assumed full size. I slobbered him with saliva and hot, steamy kisses. He rocked himself feverishly to my mouth, studying my face, my overflowing lust and my steadfast consumption.
"Mmmmm," I sighed, taking generous mouthfuls of him. I cupped his balls with my thumbs and effected a stimulating rhythm that got him hungry for more. I opened my throat to that appetizing cock and put it in there. Ohhhh. I sucked him good and hard, noticing his pupils swerving up into the whites of his eyes and his lips twisting. "Mmmmmm."
My sudden decision to suck him must have been more than Sam could handle. I felt his tremors right through his cock. I made short work of what control he had left. I fastened my lips to that huge dick and worked them back and forth, enjoying his strangled response. Those large, bear-like hands clasped my head and guided me along the tortuous surface of veins.
"I'm gonna jizz," he grunted, plunging into my face. "I'm gonna-arrggghh! Uggghh! Ugggghhh!"
I was somewhat surprised by the quantity he had left. I gulped down that hot cum nonetheless, taking my time. I sucked every drop of jism from his long shaft, pumping it up with a gluttonous pucker. When I finally disengaged my sucking lips, Sam was struggling for air.
"Whew! That was pretty hot," he declared, slumping to the wall behind him. "You got me off pretty fast."
I caressed my nipples, noting their swollen texture. "It got me frustrated." I looked up at him, quivering with lust. "Fuck me. Now."
Sam patted my shoulder. "I've got a much better way for you to channel those sexual energies. I've organized our first job together."
My eyebrow shot up. "Oh?"
"Have you ever heard of Michelle Parker?"
Who hadn't heard of the building's wealthiest woman? She had survived four marriages, each of which heightened her financial standing. Michelle had cleverly eluded pre-nuptial contracts, negotiating her way from every husband to lucrative advantage. I didn't even try to touch her, figuring I wasn't her type. Michelle has always surrounded herself with hunky men. "She's the tenant on the top floor. I've seen her at the health club facility."
"You're having her over for drinks in a little while."
"I am? I hardly know her."
"She knows you. I had a little chat with her this morning in the sauna. I think she prefers girls."
I shook my head. "You've got her pegged wrong. She's got an eye for studs."
"I doubt it. I tried to put the move on her, and she blew me off. She made it clear she wasn't having any-until I mentioned you."
I envisioned that luscious blonde, who didn't appear to be thirty-eight, in her little exercise outfit. Mmmmm. My mouth watered. I could go for a piece of that, I thought.
I turned and saw a folder sitting on the table. I didn't know what it was, or where it came from.
"What's this?"
Sam wasn't interested in what was in my hand-he studied my face, instead.
I glanced at it. "It's got your name on it. Hmmm. Must be some sort of application. Don't forget to take it with you." I extended it in his direction.
Sam nibbled on my lips. "You're really mine, aren't you?" He said it as though he had to reconfirm reality.
I shivered with delectation, then ground my pussy to his crotch. "I certainly hope so."
"I have to admit," Michelle critiqued after she'd poured me a glass of wine and fetched herself a Screwdriver, "you're not what I expected."
I couldn't resist smiling. The same could be applied in relation to her. After calling Michelle to verify our "date," I was amazed with her vivacious acceptance, and further stunned by her choice of outfit. If this lady wasn't out to seduce me, then I was dreaming. Michelle, a sensuous blonde with blue eyes and fully serviceable lips, put herself at my disposal the moment I rang her bell. She stood at the doorway, dressed in a low-cut blouse that barely concealed her nipples and kept her tits from popping out. I genuinely believed she wore it on the gamble that a sexual occurrence would take place. She had a wickedly slim waist and an ass that wouldn't stop.
Here was a woman that had spent twenty minutes after my arrival flaunting her cunning, boasting of her superiority over men. "My husbands deserved getting the short end of the stick. They were all pathetically stupid. I milked them for all they were worth: financially and sexually. The latter didn't last nearly as long. They couldn't keep up with me. Few people can."
I was somewhat prepared for this assault to my senses. At Sam's recommendation, I donned a one-piece dress with a hem line cut an inch from my pussy. There was no chance of sitting gracefully in that sizzling get-up. A pair of spike heels completed my seductive picture.
I even took the liberty of spraying some of my best perfume between my legs, just in case Michelle took a peek.
"Would you like me to refresh your drink?" Michelle murmured sweetly after I'd taken a few sips.
I gave her a blatant once-over. "I'd rather save my thirst for something more satisfying." There was no-likelihood of misinterpreting the invitation in my eyes. My smoldering gaze could be easily construed as "fair game."
Michelle's lips curved. "We're not going to waste time, are we?"
"Is there any reason we should?"
She warmed to my heated candor. "You can't imagine how frequently I hoped we would share this moment."
I slowly uncrossed my legs, then spread them so she got a flash of beaver. My lack of panties were the final stroke of genius; bothering to wear them would have been ineffectual. I could see hunger flicker in her expression. I strutted over to her, then gestured for her to get to her feet. "Stop hoping, Michelle. This is for real."
Our tits came together-two pairs of billowy globes with nipples that scorched. Ohhhhhhhhh. Michelle gave me the shivers when she stuck them into my aroused flesh. I'm sure mine had a similar effect. We fed off each other's fantasies. The physical longing we experienced enabled us to fully explore our curiosities.
Her lips went over mine and sucked until my tongue slithered into her mouth. Her tip was ready, flicking playfully, then building steam. Michelle employed her tongue to benefit-it was the most effective weapon in her apparent arsenal of tricks. She was orally proficient. She awakened and sustained in me an appetite that burned through me.
"Let's get over to the bed," she whispered, suffocating with passion. "I want to fuck you with my tongue."
Excitement throbbed so powerfully in me that speech was impossible. I couldn't force words past the lump in my throat. Instead, I dragged her with me and flung her sex-starved body onto the sheets.
Michelle couldn't seem to restrain herself from that point forward. She tore my dress open to get at my tits. I giggled as she scooped them up, then started moaning when she attached her mouth to one of my nipples. Those heaven-filled slurps gave me a mood adjustment. My mouth dropped open and I shook in her embrace. Oh, God, she was good with that tongue. When the rest of my dress was removed, I was a shuddering wreck.
I stretched myself out alongside her, taking in the smooth, lustful curves of her body. Tumbling on the bed had loosened her big tits from captivity. Those huge, mouth-watering nipples were out, screaming for tongue-action. I locked my lips to one, drawing out its flavor. After making Michelle hoarse, I decided to drift lower and really give her something to sob over: I licked her warm, succulent cunt flesh. Mmmmmm. I developed a taste for hot, juicy cunt.
Once you've had pussy, nothing else will do.
Michelle was way ahead of me. She spread my thighs apart with roving fingertips. She had a satin touch. My nerve endings thirsted for those lazy, circular movements executed with feline style. Oh, God. A discernible urgency took over-an urgency to get my legs open so she could get even closer to me. Finally, she lowered her head. Her fingers divided my heat-swollen cunt lips. As they separated, juice dribbled from within and slithered down my inner thigh. Michelle didn't spare a moment. Her tongue scooped up the errant moisture, then proceeded directly to the source.
Her darting tip triggered volcanic sensations. I dug my nails into her flesh, responding feverishly to those initial licks.
"Christ, oh, yeah. " I murmured. "Eat it, baby. Eat it good. Suck my pussy. Slip me that sweet tongue. Make it feel good, yes, ohhhhh, more, more, baby. Lick that pussy."
She cupped my head with one hand and shoved her crotch in my face. She wanted some slurps, too. The fragrance of her pussy was too much for me to resist. Even if she hadn't demanded my lapping her, there was no stopping my furious tongue from reaching into her sluiced cunt.
"God," she moaned as I slid into the nectarous slot. I wiggled my way into her slick hole, pumping the sides until she oozed honey onto my tongue. I took the wind momentarily from her sails, plunging to the task. Michelle had little choice but to shiver against me and have me drink her juices. Mmmmm.
I clasped her sumptuous ass with both hands and brought her squirming body flush with my face. I ate her passionately, without need for air. I savored the stream of dampness that came from her pussy. I smacked my lips and delved yet further into its recesses to clean her. There was no shortage of moisture between Michelle's legs-it flowed heavily into my mouth.
"Oh, honey, you're making me crazy."
"Mmmmm," I replied, throttling her clit. She was no match for the oral force I unleashed. Her nails sank into my flesh as I put my tongue in her. Oh, yeah. I loved it when Michelle lost control. I almost creamed, thinking about her total surrender.
Michelle, however, wasn't to remain passive for long. She clung to me with desire, pulling apart my slender thighs. The darting tip she had earlier engaged resumed its ecstasy-affording stroke. She whipped my exposed clit into submission. Electric impulses flashed through me. Yeah. She made me wail, flicking faster at my love button.
The bedroom echoed with our overheated sobs. Sweat poured from our lust-crazed bodies. We gave and took, shuddering with joy. Seconds later, we were spasming.
"Jesus, you're making me cum." Michelle sputtered, dragging air into her lungs. "Ohhhhh. Oh, baby." Her pussy lips smeared my cheeks, trickling with desire.
The pleasure was irreversible. Though it was my intention to prolong these wild sensations, I couldn't. Michelle made me cum hard. Her expert slurps were so exquisite, so piercing that orgasm occurred almost as a delicious surprise. Only in the last few thrashings of her tip did I recognize the conclusion of that wonderfully elevating feeling.
"Ohhhhhh."
"What's going on?" remarked Sam, who walked into the room.
"How did you get in here?" Michelle demanded with nostrils flaring. "You barged your way in, perhaps?"
I deliberately left her front door unlocked, planning his timely entrance. "Relax," I soothed, caressing her back. "Sam is a friend. Didn't he propel our introduction. Hmmmm?"
Michelle desisted in her complaint.
Having a man join us made my pulse jump. I relished sex with Michelle, but she could not reproduce that hard pulsing sensation crammed between my legs in quite the same fashion.
He walked right up to the bed, clad in a running shirt and shorts. His furry chest was revealed to us in all its masculine splendor. Even Michelle couldn't suppress her stare. Her eyes traveled down the length of his body, straying at the heft of his cock, then proceeded to his strong, hairy thighs.
"Why don't you get out of those things and join us?" she purred, curling her nails along his arm.
I was quick to note her change in tone. Getting her pussy sucked definitely affected her memory. Michelle was so horny, any man would do.
"I don't want to interrupt," Sam mentioned as Michelle groped him. "I was just walking down the hall and couldn't help overhearing a lot of moaning. I couldn't fathom what you two were up to."
"We'll show you," Michelle purred.
"Maybe I'd better leave. I'm not sure I could take the both of you on."
"We're not going to let you leave, baby," I whispered, sticking my face into his crotch. I caressed the protruding shape in his shorts with my cheek. Mmmmm. He began to swell. I could feel his dick getting hard-the same one I'd been fucked with a few hours before. I still ached from Sam's cock having been jammed in my pussy-yet I wanted it to fuck me again.
Michelle glided her thumbs beneath his waistband and tugged it over his hips. "Come on, Sam, show us what you got."
"You two are so horny, I don't want to disappoint," he commented smugly.
We defeated him with our intoxicating massage and writhing flesh. Sam's defense mechanism failed as he centered on my saliva-rich pussy and distended nipples. Michelle was visibly turned on as well. She moistened her lips with a sweep of her tongue. Working his shorts past the wiry dark pubes, a glimpse of that thick shaft came into view.
"Oh, yeah," she panted, "there's enough here for the both of us." She slurped the side of his manly bulk. "And you were saying you couldn't handle the two of us. Bullshit. You could satisfy a dozen women with this monster."
I observed with lustful want as her tongue wriggled over the protruding veins, then coasted around the bulbous head. Sam was fully swollen, jutting out of those shorts. God-I wanted to eat the whole thing myself, but insisted upon sharing with Michelle.
As it happened, Michelle had a scheme of her own. I should have suspected that she would have an overpowering craving, given the flashing eyes and pouting lips.
Michelle opened her mouth and took him in a single gulp. Sam's entire dick disappeared into her face. Her throat muscles functioned, as did her sensual lips. Her cheeks bulged with cock, sucking him into her warm swirl of saliva. She reared back, easing his thing from her oral clutch, then swung forward to swallow him. For a second, I thought she was choking on it, but Michelle was far too accomplished to let that happen. She was merely running her attached lips up and down his plump length.
"Christ," Sam gasped, involuntarily rocking himself to her eager expression. His glazed eyes and muffled groans told me he was getting a deluxe blow job. He probably hadn't expected Michelle to suck dick seconds after stepping into her bedroom, but man, did she go for it. Her forcefulness must have turned him on big time. Sam grabbed her head and pushed more of himself into those tightly clenched lips. Michelle compressed the taut skin of his cock with all the lustful imagination she could conjure, then sank greedily to the wide base. The drool that poured over his balls made him shiver in delight.
"Mmmmm," she sobbed, moving her face back and forth, consuming him in generous mouthfuls. She ran her fingers over his balls, through his dark thatch and around his stiff cock. His shaft dripped with an abundance of hot, tingling saliva. She retreated down that thick length, then took additional heated servings. I watched that thing yawn in and out of her mouth, wet with spit.
I studied them with a soaked, yearning pussy. Sam was fucking her mouth with the same dick he had shoved into my snatch. I wanted that hard, thick member splitting me open, driving into my sopping cunt.
Sam worked her head, clamping it authoritatively with his hands. He rammed his excited cock into her mouth, visibly enjoying the moist sucking noises she made. "Use your tongue, ahhhhhhh. Stroke me with it. Yeah, eat that thing-eat it all. Swallow me. Suck my dick. Oh, yeah, you like doing that, don't you? You like taking it all into your mouth. That's good, baby. It feels great. Suck it, yeah, tongue it. Slobber me with that wiggling tongue. Ahhhhhhhhh. Yeah, suck me, baby, suck me good and hard. I'm gonna give you something good to eat. I'm gonna cum so much in your mouth."
She groped his buttocks, pulling him flush to her face as she devoured his cock. Her mewls of pleasure informed me exactly how much she enjoyed blowing him. Sam had no choice but to totally submit to the force of her sucking lips. His contorted expression tilted upward as she gulped him down her throat, then vibrated her expert tongue. I was infatuated with those sucking sounds.
They made me so fucking horny.
Michelle's huge, billowy tits swung as she went down on his shaft. Her nipples were inflamed, protruding on those globes. I couldn't keep still another moment-I had to suck them.
I swooped to those soft, cushiony breasts and attached my lips with a moan. My mouth covered one of those swollen nuggets. I teethed it-playfully at first, then with blossoming desire until my brain screamed for more. I massaged her impatiently, wanting as much of that squeezable flesh gathered in my hands. I didn't indulge myself to the exclusion of Michelle's comfort-she encouraged me with a thrust in my direction.
"Mmmmmm," I panted, flicking the tender nub. I made it expand from the mounting pressure. My lips rippled over her velvety skin, plying my suck. I drew deeply on those aroused nipples, satisfying an urge that frustrated me.
Michelle eventually responded to the flow of stimulation. No other option was available to her. What she received in terms of pleasure exceeded what she could digest. The continual sucking and fondling affected her rhythm.
"Ohhhhhhhh," she whimpered, breaking her oral clench of Sam. She whipped back her head, smashing her tits in my face. I knew Michelle's number one weakness was her nipples: suck them and she was your slave. "Ohhhhhhh, yes, more. Ohhhh, you know I like that. Yes, I like it so much."
Sam stroked Michelle's luscious curves, tracing his fingertips from her jutting boobs to her heart-shaped ass. When he had her hips cupped, I saw him drag Michelle toward him. Urgency filled his expression. I saw him adjusting her buttocks to meet with his groin.
Gradually, Michelle was positioned on all fours. While I sucked on her tits, Sam prepared her for something that would give both of them enormous pleasure.
I didn't spare a single moment. Dropping onto my back, I slid beneath Michelle's spread thighs. Her beautiful, curly pubes glistened above me, along with her engorged cunt lips. Sam's muscled thighs were right up against her. His cock bulged through his fist as he steered its bloated crown to that succulent pink flesh. His hard male flesh was ready to provide unlimited joy. I could see how excited Sam was from the way his dick throbbed.
Michelle shivered as Sam guided her toward him. His free hand scooped up her tit and brought her up to his hungry body. The mushroomed head wedged into the juicy crevice, then pushed. By reflex, Michelle jerked forward-almost disconnecting herself from him. Sam would have none of that. His stimulation was far too advanced. With both hands, he pulled her toward him, working his massive thing into her pussy.
Michelle moaned. "Oh, baby. Ohhhh, my God. That cock is so thick. Ohhhhh."
I knew Sam's dick was exciting Michelle, just as it had me. Absorbing that broad monster produced an exhilarated thrill. "It's okay, baby," I said to her from below. "Let it fuck you. Let it go into your pussy. It feels good to have a really hard dick in there, doesn't it? Mmmmm. It's making me wet, watching it fuck you. Yeah, having it slide into you has got to be the best thing you've felt in ages: splitting you open, surrendering to that stiff shaft, having it buried in your hot squish. That's it, baby, let him fuck you. Let him fuck you good and hard. He's going to make you cum so good with that dick. You won't be able to stop yourself."
I caressed her silky thighs, discerning her tremble. I could almost experience the sweet ache with her, taking Sam into her cunt. His erect member burrowed into that slippery snatch, prying it open with each indulgent thrust. I was creaming, viewing their bodies join and gasp in mutual pleasure. I knew exactly how great it felt. I watched her pussy yawn to its limit, capturing his plump cock. Michelle's sigh and shiver told me she had succumbed to its intoxicating effect. She loved the way he fucked her-the way he sank into her pussy.
My fingers slithered across my tits, down my stomach until I plucked my clit. My fingertips fluttered over it, increasing their pressure as the action above me intensified.
Sam no longer had to hold Michelle as he pumped her-she willingly worked her hips toward his cock, eager for penetration. Frenzied cries echoed from her lips. She took joy in fucking him. From the loud, moist manner his dick fit into her, Michelle was totally aroused.
"Give it to me, baby, " she sobbed. "Give it to me nice and hard. Ram it into my snatch. Ohhhhh, fuck me with it. Fuck my hot pussy. God, I never knew it would be this good. I never thought I'd respond to it the way I am. Ohhhh. Fuck me, baby. Keep moving that dick in my cunt. Ohhhhh. Don't stop!"
"Your cunt's so juicy," he grunted. "Feels good around my dick. I've got to keep it wet. Yeah, it's rock-hard from fucking you. Listen to the way it sounds going through those juicy lips. Yeah. It--likes the way my cock feels. It's exciting your hot pussy."
"Ohhhhh."
I jiggled myself while they fucked. I envied Michelle. She was receiving all that male excitement, pounding into her cunt. I knew; I'd just had it, too-but Sam's dick getting stiff like that, coated with pussy juice, inflamed my appetite. I didn't care that I was sore. I wanted to sit on him, and rock myself to orgasm.
"Fuck her," I ordered him. "Fuck her, baby. Fuck her until it hurts."
"He can't hurt me," Michelle murmured. "Feels too good. Oh, honey, stick it in there-as far as it'll go. Oh, you sweet baby. Bury that thing in my snatch. Ohhhhhhh, it's going to make me cum. Ohhhhhhhh. I'm getting close-so close."
"Harder!" I declared. "Fuck her as hard as you can! Ram her with your cock!"
Sam's groin thrashed Michelle, filling her snatch with hard, pulsating meat. Her pussy opened wide to accept his throbbing bulk. Again and again, he ground himself to her. His balls whacked her butt as he drove himself home.
"Cum," he hissed at Michelle, his husky tone willing her to obey. "Cum."
"Ohhhh. Oh, yeah. Ohhhhh!"
Michelle went still for a minute, her expression frozen. Her eyelashes fluttered, then her mouth dropped open. She shook roughly-nipples vibrating, tits bouncing. Sam's fucking had overheated her. When she let out a squeal, I knew she had spasmed. Sam made her cum hard with his dick.
"Ohhhhh."
She sank onto my face, sliding off his erect cock. Her orgasm had depleted her strength to continue. She was on the verge of collapse.
I stared hungrily at Sam's cock and wanted it to fuck me.
Sam picked me up by the ass and dragged me to him. He slid me under his very aroused body. I was weak with desire, barely able to hook my legs over his brawny shoulders. I was so horny, I was shaking.
He looked down at my drenched pussy. My swollen cunt lips revealed delectable pink flesh. Juice gushed from my hole.
"Excited, aren't you?" he muttered. "Let's see if I can't satisfy the urge."
He slid his cock into me. I choked back a cry, then wailed when he started to pump back and forth. He crammed his fuck meat between my legs, burying it to the balls. He made me feel every solid inch of its bone-crunching texture. That hard dick plunged into me with agonizing force. There was no question who was in control.
"Yes," I whimpered, my eyes rolling up in their sockets and my mouth dropping open. "Ohhhhhh. Fuck me, fuck me. Make me cum."
"You know I can," he grunted, putting it to me proper. "You've got all you need, right between your legs. No other man can give you that same pleasure or duplicate those sensations. Oh, yeah, you know who gets you off best, baby. You know who does it right, fucks you the way you like. Ahhhhhhhhh. Yeah."
Michelle stirred from her delirium. She stretched her sumptuous body, letting her tits hang. Her nipples were still hard, distended from the billowy surface. She moaned and groped her pussy.
"Oh, baby, you hurt me with that thing. Mmmmmm. It sure is a nice hurt, though. It hurts good. Oh, yeah. None of my husbands ever did for me what you just did. They didn't have the equipment."
At length, she came to realize I was getting fucked by the same cock that shoved its way into her. She glowed with desire, seeing me writhe beneath Sam. Our tortured breathing caught her attention.
"Yeah, give it to Sheila," she prompted. "Fuck her good. Make her moan with that cock. Give it to her like you gave it to me."
"Ohhhhhhhhh. Oh God," I uttered between clenched teeth. Sam was grinding against my clit. Having all that thickness jamming into my cunthole afforded me intense stimulation. I fondled his flexing buttocks, feeling him slice into me as he thrust. Reaching lower, I gathered his balls in my hand. God, they were compact, full of cum. He grunted in my ear as I gently manipulated them. I could feel the wedge of cock embedding itself into my juicy cunt lips. After a few seconds of pumping, I released my grip and moaned, "Fuck me, fuck me."
Sam didn't seem to hear me. He was too immersed in the satisfaction my cunt gave him. He also appeared drawn to the wet noises my succulent pussy made as his dick sawed through it. The thud of our groins as they slammed together practically took my breath away. The sensation was too delicious to describe. Feeling all that male power thrashing me was sweet agony. My eyes continued to rolled up into their sockets, glossy from sexual indulgence.
"She's close, honey. You almost got her there.
Don't stop, keep fucking her. Fuck her hard. Fuck that pussy."
Michelle's prodding from the sidelines became short-lived. Sam clamped the back of her head just as he was ready to explode. His cock was yanked out of me before he shot. Michelle squealed in delight as he squirted her face, then came in her mouth.
"Ugghhhhh, ugghhhhhh!" he growled with pleasure, gushing between her gorgeous lips. He held her fast, emptying himself into her warm, receptive void.
The build-up of pleasure in my loins had been ruptured. I spasmed, watching Sam cream into Michelle's panting expression. I saw her throat muscles working, gulping down his hot jizz, then enjoyed shivering orgasm.
"Ohhhhhhhh."
Sam closed his eyes as Michelle licked the cum that dribbled down his erect shaft. He slowly climbed off me and settled onto his back. With his legs spread, I joined Michelle in lapping the creamy residue from Sam. He grunted his approval as we both cleaned him.
"Yeah," he groaned, observing the two tongues flicking his still swollen cockhead. He visibly enjoyed our tantalizing sweep over his excited male flesh.
I turned to Michelle after tasting Sam's cum trickling along his cock. She caught my expression, then deviously opened her mouth for me. I pushed my tongue in there and darted at the warm collection of jism. I dipped my tip into it and swallowed some. Mmmmm.
I returned my attention to Sam, who closely studied my actions. I widened my lips and in one motion, covered his entire cock. I moaned with satisfaction as I sucked him into my mouth. I could taste and smell my own cunt juices on him-a nice memory of our hot fuck. As I ran my tightened lips up the length of his hard dick, I listened to his hoarse groan and felt him tremble.
"Jesus," he muttered, shaking. His equipment was tender after having been fucked and sucked.
Michelle silenced him when she curled into his arms and crammed her tongue into his mouth. I wasn't sure if Sam would like that-especially since she'd just swallowed his cum-but he made no effort to stop her. Their muffled passion swiftly followed. Michelle shuddered against his hairy body, wrapping her legs around him and grinding her pussy to him. To me, she appeared sexually fulfilled.
I massaged Michelle's shoulders, luring her into a seductive frame. She smiled dreamily, then moved toward me. I delved into her shoulders, stimulating each and every cell in her body. She murmured her endorsement as I treated her to a delicious rubdown.
"Mmmmmmmm," she mewled, enjoying it.
While she was preoccupied, Sam reached into the pocket of his shorts and retrieved his medallion. He snapped it into place around his neck.
Michelle gazed furtively at it. My roving fingertips did not invite her immediate curiosity-she was much too consumed with want. She opened and closed her eyes as I kneaded her shoulder blades, then traveled in an enticing fashion down her spine. When she refocused, the medallion flashed against the mass of hair that lined Sam's chest.
"What's that?" she asked me, incapable of disabling her gape.
"Isn't it beautiful?" I whispered to her.
She nodded, transfixed.
"Stare at it, Michelle. Open yourself to its warmth. Isn't it splendid? Hmmmm."
She couldn't speak a word. Her vocal cords malfunctioned. Her eyes stopped blinking and grew huge with wonder.
"She's under my influence," Sam stated. "She's now my slave."
I released her shoulders, remembering not to prolong my touch once the trance deepened to this level. "What shall we take?"
"What do you want to take, baby? The place is a gold mine. You can have your pick."
My lips curved. How sweet of Sam to defer to my judgment. Hmmmmm. "I don't know. She has some great paintings. And did you get a look at her silver? Wow! We could have quite a haul."
"Stay with her, baby, while I round up some things. There's no need to worry; I put her into a deep one. She won't wake unless I allow it."
I pecked him on the lips. "Mmmmmmm. Sure. I'll do whatever you say."
He glowed in triumph. "I don't think I'll ever get tired hearing that from you."
I shivered from sexual anticipation all over again. Sam had much to offer. Working with him would be an absolute pleasure.
I glanced at him as he went off to collect some of Michelle's valuables, then returned my gaze to Michelle. She looked so gorgeous stretched across the bed, eyes unwavering, lips moist from Sam's cum. I was aroused by the very sight of her, as well as her visible submission.
Mmmmm. It was fun being Sam's slave. I could hardly wait for our future jobs together....
I suppose you're sitting back, wondering if I ever broke Sam's hypnotic lock on my brain. Well, that's a whole other story you'll just have to wait for. I love keeping my readers in suspense.
Believe me, it's just as hot as this one! Don't miss it!
