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Hot For The Mob ....(83k)    by Barbara Boinck

DANGEROUS LIAISON

I gazed at Angelo in the moonlight. Did he feel I knew too much about his operation? How would he keep me from talking if he felt I was a threat? I couldn't read him. And then, desire eclipsed apprehension. Moisture developed between my legs and my pussy twitched, anxious to receive him.

As we sped along the highway in his Lamborghini, my fingers found their way to the bulge in his pants. I pulled the zipper down and freed his hard-on. "I have to suck you," I whispered.

At high speed, not knowing my fate, all that mattered for the moment was the taste of Angelo's cock. And the cum he would spill down my throat.

CHAPTER ONE

I had stopped for a few drinks after work that Friday with my girlfriends. The bar in the lobby of our building wasn't the most fashionable watering spot around, but it served our purposes. We knew the bartender, Bobby, and received preferential treatment. Our cocktails tended to have slightly higher alcoholic content than those for the other customers. We tipped Bobby generously--from slipping him an extra buck to tossing him a flirtatious wink. Bobby conspicuously favored the latter and would have asked for more, if encouraged. We considered the possibility, but never actually pursued it. Bobby, though cute, was one fantasy we dared not tamper with.

While at the office, we scarcely went into conversations about sex. What we did on dates-or those spontaneous moments when we permitted our wanton nature to emerge-were reserved strictly for the bar. I didn't particularly trust most of the women at my company, Pemberton and Lakes. Several were inclined toward snootiness, while others struck me as distrustful. The last thing I craved was to be pegged the Office Slut. I had a fairly tame reputation and wished to keep it in intact.

The girls I drank with, Wendy and Nina, differed from the rest. We shared similar interests in make-up, clothes and men. Our perceptions on life were evenly matched. We emphatically embraced a common philosophy to seek fun as it was found, rather than resisting temptation. Some situations, we came to understand, were never repeated. Seldom was a duplicated thrill fulfilling. We lived for the moment-without hesitation. Regrets were expressly forbidden.

The one thing we especially loved doing was topping each other with our erotic escapades. Nothing gave us greater pleasure than watching each other's eyes roll and lips curve as the torrid details were provided. The wilder we were, the better.

Succinctly put, we were three horny chicks.

I loved regaling those two with my shenanigans, just as they savored the recounting of their pleasurable experiences. Nothing shocking was ever deleted.

As secretaries at a law firm, we existed in an uneventful, statistical world. We typed incalculable pages of legal documents on our word processors, none of which were remotely fascinating. Our attention span suffered as a direct result. We staved off the boredom as our fingers raced across the keyboard to churn the desired output.

At the bar, however, our identities took on new dimensions. Higher definition was lent, in addition to tone. Things definitely heated up as we spun our titillating tales.

"I fucked some guy in an alley," Wendy confessed after a pensive sip of her margarita. "We eyed each other at the movie theater. I could tell he wanted me. He made no secret of it, either. He was dark-haired, tall and brutally handsome. The feeling was certainly mutual. I drooled right back."

"What kind of movie were you watching?" I asked, fussing with my Pina Colada.

"One of those erotic thrillers. It was pretty hot. It made my pussy itch like crazy. I kept checking out that guy. After a while, he didn't even bother looking at the screen."

I smirked. Wendy was the type to attract that kind of man. She was an appetizing redhead with a gorgeous face and big tits. Wendy's wardrobe-outside of work-principally consisted of black tank tops and hip-hugging shorts. Those thighs of hers were to die for.

She picked up the thread of her story. "When the show was over, I wasn't in a hurry to leave. I knew the guy wanted to follow me, probably to see what might happen. I fed him so many signals, he couldn't have missed."

"You're such a tease," Nina accused, then giggled.

"Look who's talking," Wendy quipped. "You aren't one to keep her legs closed for more than five minutes."

Nina did nothing to refute the charge, nor did I come to her defense. Wendy's description was fairly accurate. There was no countering the remark.

Nina, a ravishing brunette, had an ass that wouldn't quit. No matter what she did, attention was drawn to that part of her anatomy. Though not blessed with boobs like Wendy's or mine, she was assembled rather nicely. Nina had long, sleek legs that were equipped to lock about a head or waist at the height of arousal. Her waist was so tiny, you could essentially encompass it with your hands. Her dark eyes flashed in the most exquisite manner when intrigued. She was a delightful creature at which to stare.

Wendy carried forward her account. "I slowly exited the theater, making sure he was on my tail. I didn't have to turn once. I effected my sexiest strut, clad in a leather miniskirt. My spike heels produced a staccato beat on the pavement. The guy could tell I wanted it bad. Boldly, he shadowed me like a predatory male. He seemed adamant about giving me a thrill I never had.

"I gradually reduced my pace, and finally I pulled over. He was ten feet away, appearing hungrier by the second. I leaned up against the wall and beckoned to him. It didn't take much. He got within an inch of my jutting tits and was breathing down my cleavage. I engaged him with a hot, wanting stare. I recognized his need for pussy from his frank appraisal. He wanted to jump my bones, big time. Given that. I skimmed my fingers over his crotch. He was swollen, bursting at the seams. That cock of his was ready for some serious business."

While I listened to her, I was very aware of my inflamed clit. Wendy had a habit of arousing me when she employed that deep-throated voice. I projected what it felt like to be on the receiving end of those pleasing fingers. Needless to say, I'd outgrow the limits of my briefs and bulge right out of them, too.

"I unzipped his fly and took that beautiful cock into my fist. I stood closely in front of him, so pedestrians wouldn't see what I was doing. He started to gasp, then dragged me into the alley with him. I suppose I should have been more alert, but the guy was so stirred up and hunky, I didn't think he would harm me. His hands went to every part of my body as though to reassure him I wasn't a figment of his imagination. It felt good to be groped by a hungry pair of hands, especially when that horny. My snatch was incredibly juicy and yearning to enclose that hard dick. When he probed my throbbing mound, I trembled. His thumb made my flesh scream with impatience. I wanted him to slide into my cunt and fuck me.

"He read my mind. He pulled me up against the wall, reached between my legs and slipped my panties aside. I anxiously stroked his cock faster and faster, yearning for it to spear my sappy cunt lips. He reared back, then slammed into me. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. He reached far into my pussy, penetrating layers of succulent pulp. I clutched his shoulders, circled his waist with one leg and urged him to fuck me nonstop."

"Wow," Nina whistled.

"Yeah," Wendy said, sipping her margarita. "He was pure dynamite. He pumped me against that brick wall, grinding my clit. I came quickly, but he curbed himself. He smashed himself inside my excited cunt, sawing through those cock hungry lips with a sure and steady rhythm. Ohhhhhhhhhh." Her hand disappeared under the table. "I can still feel that thing burrowing into me, affording me that rush. I liked it-I liked it a lot. Let me tell you, he was a great fuck."

I crossed my legs and tensed my upper thigh muscles, shivering at Wendy's retelling. Her narration curled my toes. Hot pulsations raced through my pussy. The need for a man became almost uncontrollable. Of late, I had been spending a tremendous amount of time at work and fell behind in my usual chase. The hunting grounds for me were either abundantly stocked or sparse. I had entered a particularly dry spell in which I couldn't seem to find someone that revitalized my interest.

I would have appreciated a quickie with the stud Wendy related. He sounded as though he fully satisfied the ache in her loins. The twinkle in her eyes alone derived that conclusion.

"Well," Wendy challenged us with a grin. "Can either of you beat that?"

"I surely can," Nina purred, draining her Strawberry Daiquiri. Her lips rippled over the glass rim in a seductive manner. I pictured her repeating that sensual example to bait a man. "I was sunbathing on the roof of my building last weekend. As you remember, the heat was unbelievable. I sweltered beneath that burning sun. A half-dozen glasses of ice tea weren't refreshing enough. Sweat just poured from me. Perched on my stomach, with my bikini straps undone, I was stretched across a chaise lounge, smashing and rubbing my pussy against the plastic webbing. The temperature brought frustration, and it invariably collected in that spot. Intolerable want gravitated and festered in my groin. I suspected if I had centered on that area, I could have climaxed.

"In the middle of my anxious endeavor, I was stilled by two strong hands. I knew, without checking, that they belonged to a man. Someone had noiselessly entered the sun deck without my knowledge. Though totally unaware of who that person was, I enjoyed the ministrations of his sturdy fingers. The muscles in my upper back and shoulders were afforded a delicious massage. I gave myself over to that hot, stirring force. I was quite aware of the fact his fingers delved increasingly lower, extending to the base of my spine. When he cupped my buttocks, I moaned. By merely pressing his thumbs into my ass, he succeeded in separating its cheeks. The pangs in my snatch were unbearable. I sank against the chair, thrashing about. I was so fucking horny, I could have screamed. What improved upon the fantasy was my pursuer being faceless. At that point, I didn't care about his physical appearance. My single prayer was that he had the equipment to do the job.

"He listened to my sobs for several moments, accentuating them with an expert twist. Through his fingertips, I detected his vibrations. I gathered he was turned on, but was shown to what degree when he set his crotch in the crack of my ass. Something wonderfully stiff protruded from his swimsuit and dug into my aroused flesh. Ohhhhh. Don't you love it when a man brushes you with his hard-on? They want you to know how urgent they feel. I've occasionally gotten off from the friction of one with my panties on. You don't always need to squeeze one into your pussy to cum."

"That's not what you did, was it, Nina?" I murmured, stimulated beyond belief. My friends had a knack for bringing my hormones to a wild, pulsing beat.

Nina wrinkled her nose and giggled. "How well you know me. I didn't provide instruction, however. He led me. He trailed his thumb into my crack and agitated my thick, juicy lips. I grit my teeth as he slid just below the surface and came up moist. There was a section, deep in my cunt, that begged to be pierced. I didn't think his finger or thumb could arrive there; something much longer was critical. Meanwhile, he smothered his stiff cock in my susceptible groove, then jerked up and down. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. The size of him made me dizzy; I could tell just from the shape that made its sizzling indentation that the man was gifted. I didn't want to consult his expression nor have permanent retention of his features. I wished only to memorize the pattern of those fingertips, the strength he exhibited and his soft breathing. I planned to attach only the sweetest reminiscence of that torrid afternoon.

"At length, he untied my bikini bottoms. I made no motion to stop him. It fell apart with a turn of the finger. My ass immediately sprang up and knees slid apart. I gripped the edge of the chair for balance. I heard his suit getting yanked over his hips, then the sound of the plastic webbing straining beneath his weight. When he leaned toward me, I felt the warm knob of his cock jab my soft trench. It seemed to go where it belonged without guidance. He found the entrance of my wet snatch and pushed. I cried out, clutching the chair for support. His plump dick was sucked feverishly into my pussy. It speared through the tenderly provoked region of my cunt, making its presence known while alleviating the submerged longing. He knocked the wind right out of me, pumping me with that thing. At first, he fucked me-then eventually, I reared back and gave him a taste of my hungry snatch. We rocked on top of that chair, emptying our minds of all but that caress of the warm breeze and where we were joined. Ohhhhhhhhhh. I came three times before he filled my cunt with his hot jism. I collapsed across the chair after he pulled out. Naturally, he disappeared without a trace."

Wendy and I exchanged grins. Nina's story whipped hers by a long shot. Having a mysterious lover was far better than prearranging one.

"Well?" they each chimed, leveling a curious smile. "And what of you?"

I shrugged. "I'm afraid I've been out of commission these past two weeks. There's not a single thing to report."

"I thought you were going to tell us about a fling you had with David," Wendy spoke. "You two have certainly been giving each other second and third glances."

"You're dreaming. I work for David. Why would I consider fucking my boss?"

"It's been known to happen," Nina mused.

"As a matter of practice, we don't consort with them or our associates," I patently reminded.

Wendy, well on her third margarita, sniffed. "I don't recall making that rule."

"That's because you're far from sober," Nina cackled.

"Fuck you," Wendy sighed, gesturing to Bobby the bartender for a refill.

"You can't convince us it hasn't crossed your mind," Nina prodded. "What about you: blonde and beautiful, with the most awesome blue eyes in existence? Even your tits have those guys salivating. Face it, Kate: you're too damned sexy to resist."

"I don't have a problem with overlooking the men at our firm-particularly David. Besides, he's married. Having an affair with him would be pointless."

"I'll bet he's hung," Wendy said.

I laughed. "Why don't you fuck him?"

"I'll reserve that honor for you."

I wasn't sure to what extent Nina was kidding.

At times, I speculated whether she would have welcomed the opportunity. David definitely circulated signals to a few of us, but most were subdued. If he fooled around, he exercised discretion. He was cautious as to whose libido he tampered with.

Although I was loathe to admit it, I tended to be sensuous. Attracting men was never difficult-some pleaded for my attention, while others simply thought it their due. Modesty was unfortunately a dominant characteristic of mine. I wasn't prone to flaunting my body, despite my awareness of how nice it was. I resembled a luscious wench when suitably attired.

I wouldn't say I didn't encourage aggressive behavior. I was famous for initiating some sensational couplings. My saucy looks provided the proper incentive. Customarily, men assumed they were seducing me, while all along I was manipulating them to my satisfaction. I nurtured their fantasies and gave them creative license. Infrequently did they disappoint me.

I had, unfortunately, hit a slow period in acquiring new sex partners. I permitted my chores at Pemberton and Lakes to consume my time. David had taken on a new case, and though quite secretive of it, nonetheless had me whipping out scores of documents. The company, Amalgamated Mortgage, was under fire and David had been hired as their defense. Allegations had been raised as to their client base and the amount of cash that had been funneled through its infrastructure. David concealed the bulk of it-I merely ground out reams of paper that contained excruciating legal detail but little substance.

It wasn't my place to judge David's clients or their entanglements with the law. I had no desire to learn more than I was told. Full disclosure was not motivating for me. Basically, it was none of my business. I allowed David to play lawyer while I earned my paltry salary. I never ran interference with that scenario.

The bar in the lobby of our building closed at eight. Bobby shouted for last call twenty minutes prior. I had downed four Pina Coladas and had reached saturation. Another would have spelled my defeat. I hadn't wanted to sustain a hangover. I planned on spending a few hours at the office that next morning, clearing off my desk and getting current. I usually detested coming in on Saturdays, but regaining my lost social life was immeasurably important. I figured that three or four hours of uninterrupted word processing would yield the necessary catch-up.

My contributions to our Friday night ritual were sorely missed. I wanted to resume the spicy anecdotes with which I titillated my friends. Even I felt the result of my prolonged neglect. They loved hearing how some guy in my building fucked me atop one of the machines in the laundry room. My tales might not have been as bawdy as those recently served up over drinks, but they made for delicious gossip.

"Are you going to be busy tomorrow night?" Wendy asked while I fished for money in my purse.

I shrugged. "What did you have in mind?"

"I wondered if you wanted to go dancing. I've heard that new disco they opened on Rush Street is fun."

"Hey, let's do it," chimed Nina. "I bought something that should make a few eyes pop."

"It must be see-through," Wendy predicted with a simper.

Nina sniggered. "I won't describe it-I don't want to spoil the surprise."

Nina's taste in dress ran the spectrum. Her trend was either flamboyant or shocking when fetching a reaction. "I guess I'll reserve my opinion until tomorrow evening."

We each went our separate ways. Wendy generally walked home, since she lived in Printer's Row. Nina hopped a bus to take her to her Lincoln Park home. I began to walk toward my stop, which would deliver me to my Lakeshore Drive residence, when I elected to treat myself and take a cab. I supposed the thought of returning early the next morning influenced my decision. The alcohol laced in my drinks also reinforced that reasoning; I was feeling a little too tipsy to negotiate the unruliness of any late-riding passengers.

I easily flagged one seconds later. The door seemed to open a little too fast when I reached for it, and I appeared to fall into the seat much too awkwardly. I questioned whether or not I was six sheets to the wind. During our carnal discourse, I had indulged in a final round with the girls. Retrospectively, I probably could have done with one less cocktail.

I gave the driver my address and settled back. I didn't pay him much notice initially. My head spun. I settled back and closed my eyes, permitting my brain to whir. I massaged my temples and took several deep, cleansing breaths. When I regained my sight, I found myself staring at the profile of the man behind the wheel. He was ostensibly my age-mid-twenties. He had ordinary features, framed by dark hair, and wore glass. Perhaps in a sober frame, I might have written him off, but when I reviewed his broad, sturdy shoulders and glimpsed his powerful looking hands, hair-rough wrists and coarsely textured forearms, my view of him underwent revision. The muted lighting supplied him a seductive veneer. I discovered, after expanded study, that he had magnificent biceps that emerged from the short sleeves of his T-shirt. My curiosity blossomed at the thought of his naked physique.

I couldn't read his name posted above the glove compartment. The lettering was a blur. The photograph accompanying it hardly did him justice; he was much better-looking.

The stimulating words of my conversation with the girls resurfaced, in addition to that hungriness in my pussy. The alcohol in my system liberated me. The darkness of the back seat provided adequate cover. I spread my legs and slipped my hand inside my panties. Ohhhhh. My finger went right to my clit, which had swelled in accordance with my aroused mood. I realized what I was doing was indecent, yet I couldn't help myself. The jiggling made my condition worse; rather than satisfying that searing urge, it amplified it. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. I was so wet. I tried to be quiet about it, but the squishy sounds of managing that soaked tissue inevitably gave me away. I'm sure the driver heard; his eyes periodically shifted at the rearview mirror.

"What's your name?" I asked, dipping surreptitiously into my snatch.

"Gil," he employed in a plainspoken tone.

I bit my bottom lip, then slid my digit further into my drenched cunt. At that daring point, I didn't care if he saw. I was horny and realized to a great extent how much I missed being with a man.

"Is this your normal stomping grounds?" I inquired, without removing my finger from my moist cunt.

Gil nodded. "Most of the time."

"Do you prefer picking up women?" I ventured, sliding into my wanting hole. I shivered, wishing it were something much larger.

"You can't always be choosy."

"But when a sexy lady holds up her hand, you're quick to pull over to the curb, hmmmm?"

Gil offered no rebuttal. I'm sure, from the suggestive lilt of my voice, he was confused by my approach.

Rather than proceed with a ambiguous understanding, I sketched an definitive picture. The conclusions I drew rendered him clarity. "Have you ever made it with any of the women that rode in your cab?"

Gil digested quietly my meaning.

I removed my finger from its position. The scent of cunt was unmistakable. I moved up in my seat and grasped his shoulders. Electrifying revolutions were dispensed to that solid stretch of bone and muscle. "You mean to tell me you've never been propositioned?"

"Not often," he murmured.

Massaging him indubitably crossed the line-but for me, it wasn't enough. I stroked him sensually, invoking lust possibly dormant but very much authentic. I fanned his ear lobe with my breath. "I'd love to fuck your brains out."

"I am on duty," he grappled hoarsely.

I effected a husky pitch. "We could do it right here, if you wish."

"I don't think we had better." Gil displayed signs of nervousness-not from my behavior as much as what he might capably do. He maneuvered about the neighboring cars more guardedly, reducing the speed at which we traveled. My caress was responsible for undermining his cool. In all probability, he received a shattering whiff of pussy from my moist finger; I made certain its scent never strayed far from his nostril.

I was feeling deliciously naughty. Denying myself of sex for a few weeks absolutely inserted a ferocious edge in my demeanor. My deprivation had achieved intolerable levels. My fingers roamed the contours of his chest, encountering a span of mouth-watering pectoral. I conducted a thorough investigation. By touch alone, I located his nipple and applied mind-splintering rotations. "It gets lonely riding around the city on a summer's night, seeing all us girls dressed sexy, swinging our long legs, hmmmmmmmmmmm? We're in shorts, or scant skirts, or even low-cut tops. When that lusciously exposed skin gets under the street light, your mouth goes dry, right?"

He quivered beneath my stimulating grope. I could feel his nipples perceptibly harden. To accentuate his mood, I literally went for the jugular. I placed my lips to the base of his throat and gently sucked while my tongue swirled against his salty flesh. Gil's sharp intake informed me my tactic was highly effective.

"Oh, Christ," he muttered, clenching the steering wheel.

I resisted from widening my exploration of him. I didn't want us to get into an accident. My lips and fingers served me well. Gil, gulping air, admitted his vulnerability. Inflicting my want on him wasn't enough; I struggled to bring the situation to a more fulfilling conclusion.

"Pull into the alley," I whispered, full throated.

Gil didn't challenge me. He swung his cab from the main thoroughfare into an insufficiently lighted corridor, where a truck could barely negotiate its narrow passage.

During our ingress, I didn't desist in fondling his nipple, nor were my lips ever distant from his throat. I reasserted my control over him with renewed contact. Gil was never completely free of my rule. His actions were mechanical. He navigated his vehicle to a dimly illuminated spot and administered his brake. No sooner were we in "park" mode that I descended upon him with a voracious appetite. I devoured more of his neck, gleaning the salt and sweat from his flesh. My fingers stirred his nipples into a frenzy.

"Jesus," Gil muttered, shutting his eyes. Ill equipped for my assault, he slammed back into his seat and surrendered to my thirst. His hands dropped from the wheel, balled and fell to his seat.

I leaned over him, pushing my big tits into his shoulder blades. I trembled at the manly textures of his body. I streamed over the pronounced muscles of his body while leaving a trail of stimulating kisses from his ear to the foot of his throat. My boobs cushioned his head. He leaned into them, gasping.

"You like that, hmmmmmmmm?" I teased.

To further his enslavement to me, my hand slithered inside his T-shirt and gave his chest a teeth-clenching thrill. His protracted exhalation affirmed his absolute enjoyment. I roamed through the knotted mess of his matting and regained control of his nipple. I tweaked him until those nubs swelled against my fingertips. His tremors were fierce and unremitting.

"Yeah, baby," I murmured into his ear, promoting a rash of goose bumps. "You're going to do whatever I say."

His Adam's apple rippled. His seared countenance remained fixed. 1 had him exactly where I wished.

I climbed over the seat. When my pussy brushed the top of the seat, I sobbed. I was so fucking horny, I could have screamed.

I commended myself for my bravado. Usually, the situation was reversed; I allowed myself to be seduced. Gil's seduction was a product of my stirring influence. Once again, I blamed the potent cocktails I was served at the lounge; if my consumption had not been as depleting, my snuggling up against his robust frame might not have happened. Instead, I pawed him to distraction. I enjoyed undermining his authority, leading him into my illicit web.

My grazing afflicted him with the shivers. My hand floated over him, sparking flames over that manly terrain. His expression intensified when I closed over his crotch. His cock bulged in his pants, its palpitations emphatic.

If there's one thing I loved doing, it was giving head. I could suck cock in ways you can't imagine. I enjoyed taking one into my mouth and running my tongue all over it. Mmmmmmmmm. Once I fastened my lips, I pumped it until that dick throbbed. I also enjoyed whipping a set of balls into hysteria. Leaving a trail of bubbly spit was my trademark.

"Is this for me, baby?" I moaned, stroking him. He was fairly large. I couldn't begin to estimate his size, but after panting over its rigid state, the hunger pangs in my pussy became more prevalent.

Gil peered at me, his eyes half-closed, his breathing ragged. His glasses were nearly fogged from our labored exhalations.

I reached for that tense mouth with my lips and went about devouring it. I nibbled on him until he admitted my tongue, then entered with a vengeance. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. I subjected him to several nonstop moments of play, flicking at his tip. Eventually, he participated-but only after I left his nerves frayed. The erosion of his defense mechanism was comprehensible.

While passionately kissing him, I groped him. I loved how the shape of his dick strained the front of his pants. Even his balls were in full evidence. I effected tenderness in arousing him to a savage peak. At the height of his passion, I took possession of his metal tag and unzipped him. The mere sound of the teeth releasing drove me wild. I knew he wanted his cock to come out; his fractured breathing underscored that belief.

My ginger touch and electrifying tongue dazed him. My lips disbursed warm, jittery charges that ostensibly coursed from his neck to his balls. I saw, upon checking, how glazed his eyes had gotten. The second my hand made contact with his swollen member, a flare of recognition ignited. I curled my fingers around that stout shaft, then descended its length in slow profusion of chills. When my thumb skidded across the heavy rim of his cockhead, he gulped.

I detached my lips, letting saliva cling between our mouths. I glanced down and saw his dick protrude from my enclosed fist. The oils from my palm served as a makeshift lubricant. I jerked up and down his tall-standing column, pleased with its grave pulse.

I sighed, applying a squeeze. "I'm going to suck it."

Gil was much too excited to utter even a syllable over the lump that formed in his throat. Speech, for him, had become restricted.

As my head dropped, my wealth of blonde hair spread across his lap. I smoothed it over my shoulder so he had an unbroken view, then extended my tongue. That first, tickling dart made him hiss between clenched teeth. Gil's senses were inflamed. I could imagine the thoughts that spun through his head: getting blown in some dark alley by a gorgeous passenger. I did nothing to dismantle that illusion. I licked him again, this time with excruciating slowness. I wanted him to experience my wet slide over the warm, throbbing knob.

"Jesus," he muttered from above.

I felt the tension mount in his body. His cockhead had mushroomed in size. I administered more of my tickling slurps around its jutting rim. Gil's breath filtered along my neck while I wet him down; he petted the top of my head, stopping several times and intermittently gasping as my saliva scorched him. He studied my flickering tongue and what it was doing to him through each sizzling phase of my oral worship. I gave him plenty to digest. My tip curled and snapped about the top of his dick, pressing into his cumhole. A bead of jism rose from his volcanic depths and flavored my palate. Mmmmmmmmmmm. He had a rich, masculine taste. I could scarcely wait until I received greater quantities of that creamy fluid, accompanied by his spasming and deep, guttural cry.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh," he muttered, singed from my furtive exploration. His sharp intake emphasized my slippery dispatch.

After making that fleshy helmet exceedingly slick, I opened my mouth and consumed the large, bulbous head. My lips coasted over its satiny skin and clasped behind its plump circumference. Gil was trapped in a swirl of heat and moisture and made no bid to escape. I felt him shudder around my secured lips as I vented my suck. I pulled hard on that bloated thing, drawing whatever fluids dwelled below its slit, then worked him into a frenzy.

"Oh, baby," he moaned. The hand that nursed my head shook as I mouthed him. My suck strained his vocal cords. He sounded ill-prepared to receive such force, yet elated I practiced it upon him. "Oh, yeah. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh."

The stronger his huffing and puffing, the more I wanted to make him cum. My lips pinched and dragged that stiff cock. All that oral attention virtually drove Gil out of his mind. The best part, naturally, was making that big thing squirt. I sucked on it harder and harder while Gil lightly caressed the back of my head. When I felt him tremble beneath my clench and saw his knees shake, I knew he was close. Those signals sent me into a feeding frenzy. I sank my mouth down that shaft until his cockhead was encased in a void of warmth, then drew as strongly as possible on his aroused flesh. I urgently compressed him, demanding he remit the substance I sought.

"Yeah," he babbled hoarsely, "eat it. Eat me whole. Suck that thing."

Sucking wasn't all I did. I took a brief moment to lap his balls. I was never quick to subscribe to that application, as it sometimes had a jarring effect. For some, it was too explosive and caused an immediate and unbridled discharge. I got his balls wet, dripping with saliva. Mmmmmmmm. I didn't mind the hair that got into my mouth as he luxuriated in my spit. I thrilled him further with a sudden sprint from the bottom of his sack to the stem of his engorged cock. While I licked him up and down, I grabbed his dick and jerked. That moist shaft moved easily through my fist, severely throbbing, while I finished slobbering those balls.

Gil's features grew scarlet, even in the moonlight. I saw how turned on I had gotten him.

I returned to his pulsating cock. My suctioning power was bolstered by a stimulating caress to his saliva-moistened balls; I scooped them up and rotated my thumbs over each while my mouth was fiercely attached. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. Gil's gasp for air was an important flag. I sucked his dick as vigorously as I could, spurred by his worn breathing. I ascended his considerable length, puckering the enlarged head, then reversing direction until he was fully consumed. He entered my throat, beating wildly with excitement. I probably should have stopped and mounted him, but I was much too involved in bringing him to eruption. The crossover to ecstasy was at the point the flat of his palm went over my skull and he pushed down. My lips slid to the base just before his eruption. All of a sudden, warm cum filled my mouth. His cock feverishly wrenched while he shot everything he had down my throat.

"Ugggghhhhhhh," he bellowed. "Uggghhhhh. Uggghhhhhhhhh."

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. His moan reverberated through the cab while he emptied himself of his hot nut milk. I never removed my mouth until he was finished, even though he had already released my head. I swallowed every bit, and even licked him until not a single drop lingered.

Making him cream satisfied a craving that had festered inside me. It was a first, going down on a cab driver, but it was scrumptious.

Orgasm did not make Gil soft; he remained blatantly rigid. He curved his body alongside mine and stuck his face by my snatch. My skirt was hiked up. I felt the stimulating exhaust of his breath along my inner thighs. He peeled back the section of my panties that covered my snatch. His first lick at my pussy stole my breath; once he put his tongue between my cunt lips, I lost control. He drank my tangy juices without hesitation-the juices that accumulated from every moment spent swallowing his cock. Sucking him had made me horny, but having my efforts reciprocated was pleasure-inducing. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. I wriggled against his anxious tongue, scaling the wall of ecstasy and proceeding to its awesome precipice. Gil stayed on me, lashing me until my vision blurred.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I moaned, writhing in the front seat. My thighs surrounded his bobbing head. "Oh, yes. Lick me. More, baby. Oh, God. Keep doing that-it feels so good. Ohhhhhhhh."

Gil complied. He promoted that wild escalation of my hips with a procession of darts and dabs to my horny cunt flesh. His inspiration was blinding. I shivered roughly, receiving a stream Of saliva-laced caresses that spurred me toward the brink of fulfillment. His large hands enclosed my trembling thighs and massaged my silken flesh while I endured the soaring effect of his tongue.

"Oh, my God," I panted, my chin sliding upward. My head dug into the seat as I scrambled for something stable on which to cling. "Ohhhh."

I came against his eager mouth, my hips thrashing insanely at each tickling dab. I rocked beneath his provoking tongue tip, my senses battered by orgasm. After receiving that wiggling treatment for five or six uninterrupted minutes, I spasmed. I shrieked in joy, crazed from the rush.

It was during that window of time that Gil chose to mount me. He pulled my panties off, then plunged into my quivering mound. I was still in the throes of orgasm when that big cock got buried. Regardless of the fact I had sucked him off, Gil had returned to magnificent rigidity. He thrust into my soaked pussy, thrilling its remote sections with his inflamed length. I had no use for tenderness; I wanted to be fucked good and hard, exempt of affection. That massive thing afforded me the relief I sought. After a series of abandoned thrusts, I was back at the foothills of gratification.

Gil wasn't totally ignorant of my excited condition. He soothed me with a procession of titillating kisses as though to apologize for subjecting me to that awful ache caused by deep impalement. He took my swollen nipples into his mouth and sucked them until the soreness retreated. Almost immediately, I swung my pussy at him. Feeling that rigid cock moving through my sensitive cunt was more a kick than I realized. I squirmed passionately while under him, enjoying the friction we created. Ohhhhhhhhhh. I could feel his cock moving through my pussy, pumping me silly. I moaned as he fucked me. My legs curled around his waist and the heels of my feet dug into his flexing ass. His balls slapped my inner thighs as he drove himself home.

It felt excellent to be filled by a real man. His dick occupied my lower region with breathless retaliation.

The window on Gil's side was rolled down, admitting the honks of distant cars and voices of pedestrians who passed the entrance to the alley. I kept wondering if somebody would crane their head through the open window and watch us fuck. Surely the noise of our crazed breathing and the moist smack of our crotches would sound an alert. It never happened, but the possibility sent me into a frenzy. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. The threat of discovery was a powerful stimulant.

"Fuck me," I whispered into his ear. "Fuck me, baby. Harder. Oh, yeah. Give it to me. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Gil gripped my shoulders and crammed all his hard dick into my cunt. He went as far as he could, moaning as he ground that monster into me.

After a few minutes of that delightful commotion, Gil pulled out and splattered my stomach with hot cum. Fortunately, his withdrawal coincided with my orgasm. Getting the inside of my pussy rubbed like that yielded a powerful response. I climaxed, massaging my swollen clit while his jism sprinkled my sweltering flesh.

"Uggghhhhhhh," he gasped. "Uggghhhhhhh." He pumped his cock with his fist, letting his juice ooze onto me. I shivered as each drop fell.

It was a hot, appetizing session-and a reminder of what I had been missing the past few weeks.

CHAPTER TWO

The early start I hoped to have didn't happen. Either working extended hours or the quantity of alcohol in my system diluted my strength. I awoke the following morning with a pounding temple and a sore pussy. My bout with Gil had taken its toll. I realized I had stimulated his predatory impulses to aggravated levels and accepted the resulting ache as payment for that mischief. Right after Gil splashed me with his hot jism, he jammed that cock back into my snatch and pumped me with renewed vigor. When I decided to concentrate my erotic energies on him after hopping into his cab, I didn't, for a second, suspect the tireless staying power the man possessed. He had the ability to shoot and keep fucking. I supposed my sexy seduction propelled some of that urgency in part; had I not come onto him as strongly, he might have been satisfied with one or two rounds. Instead, I got his hormones piping hot, and he let me know to what degree with every burying thrust of his hard dick. He made my ass bounce on his seat until he creamed one final time.

I didn't leave my apartment until early afternoon. Motivation eluded me. Having recaptured some of those missed moments on my back with my legs thrown open, I longed for more. I resolved to perform only the most essential tasks, then treat myself to a night of dancing with Wendy and Nina.

Divulging my little escapade with that cab driver was precisely the note on which to launch a fun-filled evening. I could scarcely wait to disclose the mouth-watering details and watch their panting amusement form. Wendy and Nina would love my latest encounter.

I continued to think of Gil and his unhinged style during my subsequent bus trip and arrival to the lobby of my office building. I glanced at the entrance of the bar where Wendy and Nina had gotten my erotic juices flowing. Had I not left as charged and inebriated, I would have been at work hours earlier and on my way out.

I sighed and proceeded to the elevator station. On my way up, I took a moment to assess my appearance. My blonde hair looked slightly disheveled. I had applied a fresh coat of make-up; I knew the chances of being intercepted at the office were minimal, but I did so as a matter of practice. Working Saturdays permitted me to dress informally. I donned a pair of blue jean shorts (cut extremely high) and a T-shirt. If the air-conditioning was on, my nipples would invariably harden. Once again, I felt assured of the office being basically empty. Few people bothered to come in over the summer weekends; the weather was much too irresistible to spend indoors.

I sighed. I vowed to make some of the piles on my desk disappear. Sacrificing one Saturday was a small price to pay if the result was an emptier work surface. My boss, David, could be irascible if his depositions weren't typed or the numerous corrections he penciled in the margins made. He was insensitive to backlogs and got crazed if I let things stack. As a diligent employee, it wasn't often that I became inundated. The number of documents he recently required, and their multiple revisions, was stifling.

I wasn't surprised to find the door to the office locked. It only stressed the fact I was to be the sole occupant that afternoon. I fished out my key and let myself in, making sure I heard the lock click into place upon the door's closing. After its signal, I felt safer, knowing I was totally inaccessible to the outside word. I had no wish for unauthorized company.

On Saturdays, the building shut off most lights. I had to fumble my way through dim hallways, guided by my familiarity with the general office traffic. Once at my desk, an overhead lamp would provide adequate illumination.

As I fashioned my route through touch and memory, I thought I heard voices come from one of the private offices. I thought that peculiar, as most people didn't linger at the office during the weekend. I immediately identified one utterance as belonging to David, my boss. The dialogue I caught was riveting. Sure enough, it originated from David's office. His modulated timbre sounded again.

I peered over at his office. The door was partially closed. I saw David, dressed in a plaid shirt and jeans, pacing back and forth. Initially, I thought he was on the telephone, but slowly realized that not to be true. He had a visitor in his office, whose identity was unknown to me. It wasn't unusual for David to have a client in his office, but not on a Saturday. Clients were entertained during regular business hours.

"How long has this been going on?" David questioned his guest. The tone he employed was uncommonly serious. David was traditionally in control of most situations and prided himself on his unshakable cool.

"Three years," responded an arresting baritone. His ominous tone set the pace of their subsequent exchange.

David paused, then blurted. "Do you realize the ramifications with which we're dealing?"

"That was why we hired you, Mr. Kirkwood.

You came to us on excellent recommendation from one of your previous clients. Your references are impeccable."

The man's flattery did not placate David. He never seemed so rattled as he had that moment. When his spoken sentences went up a notch, I sensed trouble. "You're asking me to accept enormous risk by taking this case."

"Your price was met. You're being handsomely paid to assume those risks, Mr. Kirkwood. We expect the best representation."

"I'll return your money and cancel our contract. I'll withdraw from the case. I have no wish to associate with criminals."

The man to whom David conducted that conversation rose from his chair and calmly strode over to him. I saw him through the open door. He was tall, dark-haired-and one of the most sexiest men I had ever seen. The feral glint he vented was utterly cataclysmic. He managed to alternately appear dangerous and desirable.

"Your resignation from this case is not an option," the man spoke with articulated menace. "Certain disclosures have been made available to you that were of the utmost confidentiality. None of it can be erased. There is nowhere to go but forward. You will continue with your work. The groundwork has been laid, we wish to proceed. We feel we have an adequate alibi and intend to complete the trial-with your help."

David's tone fluctuated. I heard his quaver. "And if I refuse?"

The man's grin was pure evil. "Then there may lethal repercussions."

I blinked. My God-this man was threatening David! I questioned the scene to which I gave audience. What my ears and my eyes captured could be relied upon to derive the conclusion I had. Nonetheless, David was stalked by that ruthless man. His threatening stance, his veiled warning, sent shock waves through my system.

"Are you insinuating I'll be found dead somewhere?" David stammered.

The man laughed. His hilarity had wicked connotations. "Translate it as you will, Mr. Kirkwood. Our intent remains unchanged."

I gaped at the man intimidating David. Ambivalent as to whether I was paralyzed by his wildly handsome looks or his virulent nature, I stood there, spellbound. My nails dug into my palms. My knuckles turned white. I was quite afraid, too.

Suddenly, without preliminary, the man bullying David spun on his heel and saw me. I swallowed roughly, unable to budge. The heat of his stare undercut my automatic reflexes. I did not recover as quickly as I would have liked. Dread was not a collapsible emotion one could tuck into a pocket at a moment's notice.

"David, we have company," the man indicated, unwilling to take his eyes off me.

When David's eyes careened in my direction, a glimmer of panic surfaced. Quickly as it manifested, I watched it fade. "My secretary, Kate Fitzgibbons."

They focused upon me, demanding an explanation for my presence without verbalization. My pulse raced, my heart beat fast. My brain and body provided separate responses. While fear mounted, I was appalled to learn of that anxious excitement pumping through my veins. My pussy perceptibly tightened as I gazed at that man, his features instantly embedded in memory.

There was an underlying concern as to how much I had overheard. My accidental, yet apparent eavesdropping posed a problem for both.

Summoning stored nerve, I managed to say, "I wanted to catch up with the backlog on my desk. We've been exceptionally busy this past week."

The man nodded. "I commend your secretary on both her looks and dedication to the firm."

I blushed at the compliment. What mortified me was the fact my nipples swelled beneath my T-shirt-an occurrence that did not escape our nefarious guest. He glanced at my budding response and took whole satisfaction.

"I envy you your clerical support," the man informed David. "I'm sure it's difficult to concentrate on your profession when having someone as lovely as Miss Fitzgibbons around." David blankly nodded.

I thought it presumptuous that he would label me an unmarried woman with his reference. His conclusions were invariably drawn from my ringless finger. Jewelry was not a luxury a single woman with a meager income could indulge.

"Since David seems to have forgotten his manners, allow me to introduce myself. I'm Angelo Brancatto, a representative of Amalgamated Mortgage."

Somehow, I mustered enough bravado to detract some of their suspicions. One of us had to be dauntless, so I seized the moment. I injected cheerfulness in my tone and a false sense of calm. I had to dispel any festering impressions they might have had of my witnessing their disturbing conversation. "I'm pleased to meet your acquaintance, Mr. Brancatto."

"Please, call me Angelo." He scanned David before adding, "After all, we'll be working closely for the next several months." His arrogant tone undermined David's shifting expression.

"How nice." I canceled further thought as to the danger he suggested and focused on his sensual image. Angelo was exactly the kind of man over whom I drooled. I could easily have envisioned enacting a fantasy with someone of his outspoken quality. He inspired wild, naughty things in my mind, despite his diabolic aura.

"Well, I don't want to keep you men from transacting your business. I'm afraid my desk can't wait another minute. I've got hours of typing to get through."

"There's no need to waste a perfectly nice day here," David mentioned, reclaiming his composure. "We can outsource the work to other departments. I can ask the Support Desk to lend a hand with your surplus."

I didn't feel comfortable leaving him alone with Angelo Brancatto. Although I doubted he would inflict violence, the potential for disaster existed. "I really don't mind. Besides, I know precisely where I left off."

"Then I insist," David sternly said. "I can't have you slaving away at your desk over the weekend. We were about to wrap, anyway. I don't care for the idea of leaving you by yourself here."

David's insistence caused my uneasiness to expand. He was only too aware of my frequently spent time at the office on Saturdays; that he would object-particularly keeping the company he had-left me stricken. David was very much in jeopardy.

"It's no bother," I maintained, though without conviction.

He shook his head. Subdued hysteria ruled his tone. "Mr. Brancatto and I are leaving."

Angelo confirmed that remark. "Yes, we were about to stop for a drink. Would you care to join us?"

I recognized his attraction to me. In a separate instance, I would have welcomed his attention. That invitation was overshadowed by other factors. I gathered from David's alarmed expression my rejection to his offer was imperative. Keeping me around might indicate whether or not the overheard portion of their discussion was incriminating. David conspicuously didn't want to subject me to that kind of scrutiny. "I'm sorry. Perhaps another time."

Angelo did not pursue it, but his eyes did linger. I felt mentally undressed by those dark brown pupils. Smoldering reflection obviously drifted through his head. The grin he effected revealed a devious side.

Neither man made a motion to leave. I received the impression my departure was not only impending, but anticipated. I collected my purse and bid each a parting smile. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Brancatto."

"Angelo," he corrected with a devastating smile.

"Angelo," I said, starting my retreat through the dim halls. It was difficult breaking our stare. I did my best to delete the building madness he induced. Receding into the darkness, I couldn't help being plagued by other things-lust, for example. Without question, Angelo inspired that notion.

I had to pretend to be ignorant of the situation, I repeatedly told myself. I couldn't let on I had knowledge of the fear Angelo imposed.

When I returned to my apartment, the pictures superimposed in my head could no longer be disregarded. I was haunted by the memory of Angelo and his looming ambience. I closed the door behind me and slumped against it. I realized at that moment, I was in a drenching sweat. I suffered palpitations and my teeth chattered.

Was it wise for me to leave David in the company of that man. The impulse to phone the police was immediately squelched. A faint, internal voice told me not to go that route. I gnawed at my bottom lip, confused as to which approach to take. Although I wanted to divulge my limited knowledge to David, better judgment cancelled that wish. If David's services had unwittingly been engaged by a mobster-which was expressly my surmise-confronting him was perhaps the last thing I should do.

I tore off my clothes and entered the shower. The need to expunge that abhorrent feeling was vital. I turned the spray on full force and let it pound my flesh.

Shortly after the icy needles pricked my skin, my brain whirred at the medley of mental snapshots I'd taken of Angelo. I had captured a variety of expressions. That rugged profile was engraved in my memory banks. I recalled his large hand, which considerably dwarfed mine, as he held it out in greeting. His rich, masculine timbre was another indelible facet. His height was deliciously intimidating; at six-five, he was towering brawn.

As those figments staggered through my head, I absently retrieved the shower massager from its perch and directed it at my nipples. An involuntary shudder later, I realized that I was fully aroused. Inexplicably, the danger and forbidden nature of the situation converted into something appetizing. My fear turned into lust. My nipples swelled beneath the stinging spray. I adjusted the temperature so that virtual ice water ran over my inflamed skin. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Pleasure swirled through my wanting body. Gradually, I lowered the target of the hurling water and pinned back the flaps of my heavy cunt lips. The second I made frigid contact with my clit, I gasped. Oh, God! Subjecting myself to that cold blast and dwelling on Angelo Brancatto's face sent me into orbit. I concentrated that bitter force on my snatch while jiggling my love button. My thrill escalated as I prolonged communication.

I ran my hand precariously over my stirred body. My brain fed my flesh strong impulses. Every cell hummed from the onslaught. The rumblings of gratification emerged. After a few moments of that luscious torment, I came.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I cried out. "Oh, God!"

I couldn't believe how hard I came. The intensity of my orgasm was uncommon. My knees buckled and my vision blurred. I dropped the shower massager and clutched the handle of the glass door for support. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Without thinking, I reached for the bottle of mint soap on the rear shelf of the shower stall. I squeezed a generous amount in my palm, then applied it to my seared flesh. The brand I used had a tingling side effect that often remained with me for hours. I spread its delight-giving bubbles over my tits, paying particular attention to those distended nipples. Within seconds, the mentholated liquid had me tingling. The sensation was indescribable. I smeared it over my billowy excess, sobbing at the decadence it provided. After circling my stiff peaks several times, I widened the range so that my pubes were included. I wasn't quick to lather my pubic thatch. That specific soap, purchased at my favorite health store, was a wonderful aphrodisiac. The snapping pop of bubbles over my clit frequently triggered feverish masturbation. I saved that part for last, savoring the splendor.

I regressed to those heart-hammering moments at the office with Angelo. I conjured a fantasy of encountering him alone and letting him do whatever he wished. He seemed the type to position me over the desk, cushioned by my boobs, and give it to me doggie-style.

In my experience, Italian men have generally been well-endowed; I expected Angelo was no exception to that rule. His manly carriage and virile profile brought me to that persuasion.

I soaped myself up good, facilitating the fantasies that streamed through my mind as the suds flowed down my body, prickling my nerve center. I gasped as more and more of it fell over my inflamed nubs. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I scooped up my tits, rotating those pointed ends to my satisfaction. The mint-laced soap promoted a lusty coolness that sent me reeling. It would have been nicer for someone else to bunch and fondle my awesome pair, but I appreciated my singular method.

In my mind, I played out a scene with Angelo Brancatto. Since I doubted such a session would materialize, it seemed a harmless exercise. I invoked those large, sculpted hands and had them running all over my unprotected flesh. Electric shocks were evenly distributed as his fingertips rippled to every disturbed section.

While retaining that thought, a pile of foam made its descent over my breasts, then streaked to my pussy. The second I endured its bubble popping splendor, my steamy depiction of Angelo precipitated a wave of lust from which I could not escape. I applied some of that tingly soap directly to my clit while maintaining that shivering scenario. Ohhhhhhhhhh. The prospect of Angelo groping me caused adrenaline to speed through my veins.

"Oh, yes," I moaned, jiggling myself. I pretended his giant cock was in my grasp, expanding by the second. I threw my legs apart and dug my fingers into my snatch. "Oh, yeah, baby. Feed it to me. Do it. Fuck me with it." Frantically, I smeared those jolting suds into my pussy. I gasped with delight as I was able to simulate sex with that alleged hoodlum. My hips jerked back and forth, meeting my probing fingers. I dipped into my hungry crevice, smudging my pink flesh with that inflaming creaminess.

I envisioned Angelo taking me against the wall, pinning my wrists while thrusting his dick into my wanting receptacle. I almost felt his thickness split me apart with each imaginary stroke. That worked me into a swelter.

Although Angelo Brancatto's manner was totally foreign to me, I assumed he possessed a sardonic side, and that he very likely enjoyed energetic sex. A man of his outspoken masculinity could not be satisfied with tenderness. Already I saw the headboard of the bed battering the wall and the springs in the mattress screeching as he pounded my pussy. Angelo's preference, I pondered, was to dominate. He probably also craved response from his partner. He was the kind of man who got off from making a woman moan with his cock, or his tongue.

After a minute of jaw-dropping bliss, I knew I was about to cum. Merely visualizing Angelo, naked and sweating, expedited orgasm. I thudded against the wall and surrendered to the depleting spasms. My finger sank into my cunt and stayed there while I writhed and gulped down air. I pretended I was contracting about Angelo's cock, reacting to its throbbing swell.

"Oh, yeah," I moaned, pelted by the shower's spray. My cries were drowned by the oncoming water. I was delirious, letting a montage I mentally composed of Angelo's handsome face carry me through that turbulent moment. "Ohhh."

The fact that someone conceivably ominous was having that effect on me was alternately disturbing and wonderfully exciting. Where it would take me on my next meeting with Angelo Brancatto, I was unable to determine.

CHAPTER THREE

The girls thoroughly enjoyed my telling of the cab affair. Gil's sexual prowess was of primary import. They grilled me on everything from cock size to session length. Our evil cackle challenged the thumping rock music in the background of the disco where we went that Saturday night. The men milling about tossed us curious looks as to why we were giggling so foolishly; I'm sure they were apprehensive of being the target of our jokes.

"So you sucked his neck, slid your hand inside his shirt and played with his nipples until he drove you into the alley?" Wendy repeated, savoring the wild twists of my tale.

"Then you swallowed his cock in the front seat?" Nina went on, "only to have him reciprocate with a little head-giving of his own?"

I nodded. "We rocked that car from side to side."

Once again, the girls screamed with laughter. I wasn't as loud the second time. It felt good to laugh, however-it helped clear my mind of the eerie incident that afternoon. I still hadn't sufficiently mustered courage to call David at home and question him about his predicament. Whether or not he was genuinely in peril inserted a large question mark in my brain. I thought it best not to discuss the matter until I received further clarification.

I wasn't the least bit ready to explain the likes of Angelo Brancatto, anyway. Just uttering his name produced goose bumps along my skin. His ruthlessly handsome face sparked memories of my wild orgasm in the shower. I still quivered from those wrenching spasms. Contemplating sex with a cold-blooded character such as Angelo was a mind-rending experience.

Stepping out with the girls was the best medicine in the world to cure those woes. Wendy and Nina were brutal when it came to evicting bad vibrations and letting the good times roll. Neither had patience with depressed spirits and exorcised them from the soul if they even suspected their presence.

We drew much attention from the moment of our arrival at Hunters, a dance club we frequented. Its core group was principally singles on the make. To commemorate our entrance, we combed the racks of our closets for our most eye-popping outfits. We didn't believe in a close contest; we wanted to rate big time. Therefore, we removed all the stops and pulled no punches: six-inch spike heels, miniskirts that just barely hid our pussies, and blouses that displayed mouthwatering cleavage.

Having the biggest tits, I was envied most. My nipples jutted through pure silk. My blonde hair whipped over my shoulders in a sassy way. The shade of lipstick I applied was a wicked red. Even our stance was defiant; we dared men to approach us with their baited lines. We wanted to be hit on, but the effort had to be worthy of our consideration. A simple, "I've got something to show you" just didn't cut it. If our socks weren't knocked off, chances were we ordered another drink and waited for our next contender.

Despite our requirements, we were flocked by men-lots and lots. We danced with many of them, putting on a show of shaking our tits and ass for their entertainment. One guy that dragged me on the dance floor couldn't take his eyes off my boobs. He was cute, but I failed to drum up interest; Angelo Brancatto lurked in the back of my mind.

"What are you doing later?" he asked me toward the end of our hip-swinging, body-thrashing encounter. Desire was heavily etched into his features.

"We haven't decided."

"My place isn't far from here."

"Oh?" I mused. "Is there a party being thrown there?"

"Yeah," he said as sweat dribbled from his temple. "Me and you, baby."

My lips curved. "And what do we do about my girlfriends?"

"They can watch."

I giggled raucously. "That doesn't sound like much fun for them."

He shrugged, surrounding me with his muscled arms. "Chances are they'll find some company of their own."

I permitted him to publicly fondle me, then retreated from his grasp. "I think I'll take a pass."

"Huh?"

His shaken expression wasn't a cause for reexamination. There were no internal fireworks, nor earthquakes when he touched me. "Sorry," I managed half-heartedly at leaving him crestfallen. "If you'll excuse me-" I blended into the crowd without turning back. Some men didn't accept rejection gracefully. I wasn't particularly fond of observing the sore losers while making my getaway.

Wendy and Nina were preoccupied on the floor with their dance partners. I saw Wendy's red hair snap from one shoulder to the next as she launched into a sexy rhythm while Nina mesmerized her fellow with her unique rendition. They appeared to fare better than I.

Of course, they hadn't been assailed by the image of Angelo Brancatto.

I chose to freshen up a bit. All that sweating during those hip gyrations and tit-thumping maneuvers caused a film of sweat to materialize over my face and cleavage. The room's temperature approached a tropical level. Cigarette smoke provoked my eyes to water. I needed air and space to partially recover.

I navigated my way through the boisterous throng. The ladies room was on the opposite side-an inconvenient spot when estimating my locale. Regardless of the commotion, I was having fun. Being in that madhouse was preferable to spending a night alone.

As I rounded the bend, someone tapped my shoulder. Initially, I ignored the signal, figuring it was the guy I had just ditched. I was in no mood to fence with him, nor defend my reasons for not joining him. His refusal to accept my decision was his problem-not mine.

"Kate?"

My name uttered by that familiar voice stopped me in my tracks. Its instant recognition gave me palpitations. I turned around and peered into the eyes of Angelo Brancatto!

Dozens of questions whipped through my head-most of them with traces of fear attached. Those dark pupils had their mercenary glint and could not be diluted by his sexy grin.

"Mr. Brancatto-_" My pulse raced as a floundered.

"Angelo, please. I thought we agreed upon a first-name basis. I certainly feel comfortable addressing you as Kate instead of Miss Fitzgibbons."

His memory was remarkable-most men of his caliber would not have had that recollection. That Angelo could remember my name and face was startling. How he happened to be at the same place later that evening seemed more than a coincidence. I was much too stunned to hazard a guess that fate played a cruel trick on me. No, I received a gut impression that our renewed acquaintance was deliberate. I was careful not to let my demeanor illuminate that assessment.

In any event, Angelo Brancatto was nice to look at. 1 did not think it objectionable to steal glances at his perfect body while we were engaged in discussion, nor did he feel peculiar ogling me or my tits. In that convoluted lighting, his looks took on riper definition. Colorful lights splashed over that sinfully handsome face, imbuing it with sinister qualities. Angelo's thick, sensual lips curved at me. The shirt he donned was opened at the collar to reveal a matted chest. His sleeves were rolled back, revealing sturdy forearms.

I gulped. He was even better the second time around.

"Since you disappointed me by declining my first invitation, I'll renew it once again. Will you have a drink with me?"

I scrutinized him. Had he tracked me down in hopes of discovering how much of his conversation with David I had heard? Did he wish to familiarize himself with me and determine if I was trustworthy to hold those secrets?

My heart pounded fiercely. What if I didn't pass his battery of tests? What if he concluded I was an impediment to his scheme with David?

"Don't tell me you're going to turn me down again," he managed with a devilish smile. "Twice in one day? Kate, please, you're demolishing my ego."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" I faltered, then seized the courage I had banked in reserved. "Sure. Let's have a drink."

He swung his arm around me. His fingertips were placed lightly at my waist while directing me to the bar. He couldn't have known the electric shocks I sustained from his casual contact. The material of my outfit failed to shelter me from the potency of his touch.

What does he want? That inquiry blazed across my mind. No doubt David attempted to diffuse his concern earlier by my happenstance entry-invariably without success. It was an exercise in futility. Angelo obviously favored firsthand proof of his claim.

He ordered me a Pina Colada and a beer for himself. I set my ass on one of the stools and leaned precariously against it. His thighs were arranged around me suggestively, as though he had caught on to my furtive glances and afforded me the chance to grope him.

"Do you come here often?" he asked, taking a drink from his mug.

"Occasionally. My girlfriends are over there." I indicated them with a nod. I wanted to establish I wasn't alone and was accountable to them for my whereabouts.

He nodded in appreciation. "They're quite lovely. Of course, they don't compare to you." He accented his compliment with a meaningful stare.

His thigh seemed to nudge a bit closer. I wondered if he wanted to brush it against me. I wriggled back, afraid I would stutter during an inappropriate moment. "Is this' one of your regular places?" I put it out there, curious as to his response.

He grinned. "One of many, I'm afraid. I like the atmosphere, the people."

"The women, in particular."

"Only some." Again, he reasserted his hungry gape. "I have very distinct tastes. Not every woman catches my eye."

I fought from turning red. The heat, inescapably, climbed in my cheeks. "It seems rather odd we should bump into one another twice in the same day."

"Perhaps its destiny."

Before I had the opportunity to reply, his thigh grazed me. The ice clinked within my glass. I quivered in my seat. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. He had a firm, manly feel about him. "Destiny? On a Saturday night?"

He chuckled. "It's refreshing to know you have a sense of humor."

I wasn't nearly as amused with my comment. Pressure was applied to my thigh. He was high voltage, electrically charged. I was dazed by his sly handling. Adrenaline continued to fuel me. I was lightheaded, unsure of what I was saying. I stroked my temple.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

The tingling assault he inflicted precipitated my trembling. I could not negotiate the placement of his thigh, nor its seductive brush. "Yes. It's just-this cigarette smoke appears to be getting the better of me."

"Why don't we step outside for a breath of air? It'll do you good."

I wasn't inclined to agree with him, worrying about what he would attempt to do without the discerning eye of either Wendy or Nina. My girlfriends, however, were oblivious to my plight. They seemed to be having a wonderful time with their dance partners, flaunting their bodies.

Angelo read none of my hesitation. He was up on his feet, draping his arm from behind, steering me to the exit. My knees were rubbery. My heat pounded savagely in my chest. Every step of the way, I thought of the risk I was taking. I mentally replayed the scene between him and David-exclusively when Angelo warned him about backing out. The menacing quality that emerged echoed through my head. I wondered if I was about to get a similar lecture, expressed in the same vicious timbre.

We were suddenly outside. The night air hit me like a frigid blast. I was confused whether it was a drop in temperature or the reality of trepidation.

"Feel better?" he asked after several moments. His hand did not leave my side. He continued to shelter me with his arm.

"Much." I filled my lungs, trying to counteract the spell he wove. A lump formed at the base of my throat. I limited my words, unwilling to display my fear of him. Fear, however, was not my sole emotion; mixed with it was undeniable lust. I was genuinely attracted to him. I reflected on that moment in the shower when I climaxed so strongly, I slumped to the wall and fought to catch my breath. My senses were as askew then as they were outside Hunters.

"It is nicer being out here. I can tolerate that haze for only so long, myself."

His hand slid up the length of my back. Shivers ran through me. He settled upon my shoulder. I tried not to hyperventilate. His powerfully erotic touch nearly caused me to swoon. His fingertips rippled along my skin.

I gazed at him in the moonlight, juggling my emotions. Desire eclipsed apprehension. I was wildly attracted to him-it was undeniable. I would have done what was necessary to reverse that acknowledgement, but it was useless. Angelo stimulated an overwhelming passion that depressed my every hot button. I couldn't rid myself of that warm jitteriness-even if I tried. Moisture developed between my legs. My pussy twitched, anxious to receive him.

As our time outside the club lengthened, I suspected he meant me no harm. He was gentle, yet intense. I ceased regarding him as David's client. I would never have entertained the sizzling thoughts that floated through my mind had that been the case.

Angelo, however, made the first, pivotal move. He steered me to his mouth. I didn't beg him for the tempestuous kiss I got-he determined that was the appropriate course. He smoothed his hand up and down my spine, then pulled me to him. I permitted myself to be enclosed by those heavily muscled arms, then felt his warm breath along my neck. I tried to deflect his lips, but he cupped the back of my head and brought mine into alignment. The second we connected, I should have known it was going to be jolting. My senses rocked, my balance faltered.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. He grounded his lips to mine, prying them open, inserting his tongue. I couldn't brake the spinning feeling I endured. He wanted total oral response. He engaged my tip and flicked it while sucking at my oxygen supply. The result was wonderfully dizzying.

After a fashion, I pulled my lips away and came up for air. I couldn't handle the mad twirl he subjected me to. Angelo Brancatto was some kisser. "I, uh-"

He peered into my eyes. His stare was intense. "What's the matter?"

"We shouldn't be doing this," I murmured. "You're a client. David would be upset if he knew."

"Then we won't tell him."

I smiled and shook my head. "I'm not very good at keeping secrets." The instant those words left my lips, I felt a surge of regret. My God, what was I saying? I shouldn't have admitted that weakness to Angelo Brancatto, in light of what occurred that afternoon. It was too late to retract my statement. He grinned. Whether or not he translated that as detrimental to his plans, he kept me in suspense. His fair countenance concealed his true sentiment. Amusement ruled his expression at that moment, but I could only guess the real emotion that lurked beneath his handsome surface.

"Have you ever seen a Lamborghini?" he softly asked.

"A what?" I stammered, unprepared for the change of topic.

"It's a very extravagant Italian sports car. Please, follow me."

I was much too numb to counter him. That riveting kiss enabled Angelo some control. My feet moved in accordance with his wishes. He led me by hand, urging me to obey. Blindly, I went.

A small voice inside my head warned me not to venture far from the building. The sound of the music and voices faded as we increased our distance. My heart launched into frantic motion. My pulse escalated.

We passed several rows of cars. I was surprised Angelo would bring such an expensive automobile into the city and leave it unattended. Apparently, the man enjoyed assuming risks; perhaps he found some most affordable. Based on what I knew, he was backed by considerable money.

I saw precisely the vehicle belonging to him-it looked vastly different from the others. It was sleek, black and beautifully built. He dipped into his pocket and retrieved a small device. The car made an abrupt squeal after he depressed a button. I realized he was deactivating an alarm.

"It's gorgeous," I admitted. "Seems a bit low. Does it feel as though you're dragging?"

He weighed my evaluation. "Why not see for yourself. Hop in and I'll take you for a ride."

The space inside the car had an intimacy about it. The seats seemed much too close, the glass tinted for privacy. The notion of our bodies being that near contributed to some racy thoughts. Encapsulated with a man like Angelo Brancatto? I mused. No way!

Those thoughts, however, dissolved into a growing awareness that we were going to be totally alone, away from the discerning eye. Angelo's invitation could have been premeditated-a mechanism for taking me to a place I shouldn't go, forcing me to reveal what I recently uncovered. Was he afraid I learned something unfortunate? I recalled his threatening posture of that afternoon, appended to the deadly tone he employed when speaking with David.

Oh, God! I was scared. Was Angelo about to interrogate me? Had he lured me to car for evil purposes?

Those adrenaline-producing ideas emerged seconds before he slid the key into the ignition and made the car roar. I was paralyzed in my seat, unsure of what to do. We pulled out of the space, then tore out of the lot within seconds. Angelo operated the gearshift with amazing skill. He devoted full concentration to maneuvering around the cars on the street, then hitting the gas pedal. Achieving maximum speed appeared to be of the essence.

"Well?" he asked after we cleared most of the traffic and were hurtling down the expressway. "What do you think?"

"It's fast," I managed to say, squirming in my seat. If his goal was to scare me, he had already succeeded. I clung to the side, latching myself to the handle designed for lifting oneself to one's feet. The fact we had driven a significant stretch from the club hovered over me. I was definitely of the impression he planned on bringing me to a specific place.

Angelo, unafraid of receiving a ticket, demonstrated his disrespect for the law. He rocketed past other cars, screaming down the pike. He seemed particularly fond of tailgating and swerving from lane to lane without the use of his signal. Once he arrived at an open space, he floored the accelerator until we shot well ahead of everyone. We toured the road at tremendous velocity.

Would Wendy or Nina miss me? Or assume I left with someone? Wendy had picked the both of us up, so my ride had been provided. Not having me to drive back wouldn't offend her in the least. If any of us found a man that fetched our interest, it was understood we would fend for ourselves in terms of transportation.

I broke out into a cold sweat. I tried to keep those external signs from surfacing, but that effort was aborted. My palms grew clammy as moist beads cropped up at my brow. I shivered as I watched the speedometer needle climb. I exhaled slowly, expelling the stagnant air that collected in my lungs. I was afraid my near hyperventilation was obvious.

Angelo was a lucky man. We weren't stopped at all. He outpaced his competition with brutal accuracy. Several times, I thought we were going to lock fenders with a neighboring vehicle, but Angelo effectively negotiated the turn that put us alongside it in a blink.

After spending those heart-pounding moments adjacent to him, my fear gradually subsided. Angelo was much too in control to permit us to get into an accident. He had consummate knowledge of the car and its rubber-wearing ability. Although we had begun our journey in the shadow of doubt and fear, the sexual enthusiasm I felt for him sprang with renewed strength.

Setting aside my scrambled emotions, I viewed him in the same manner during that tempestuous kiss. His virile profile struck me in a powerful way. I was immediately drawn to him. My thigh gravitated to his and rubbed. It was forward of me to engage him like that, but I couldn't help myself. Sparks of lust were automatically kindled. He glanced over at me and smirked. I took pleasure in his smile and its heated undercurrent.

We were on a vacant road, hurtling toward an unknown destination. For all I knew, we were leaving the state. Angelo did not divulge the target of our journey. I began to ponder whether we might have to spend the night at a motel because of the substantial span of our travel. That prospect got my pussy wet.

Angelo must have been reading my thoughts, for his hand snuck over to my thigh. He had switched on the cruise control and no longer needed to work the gearshift. He squeezed my eager flesh, delighting it with his mighty grip. The hem of my skirt rose as his fingertips skimmed from my knee to my upper thigh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Angelo excelled at fondling. He accelerated my pulse through simple touching. By the time he delved under my skirt, I felt the desire building in my loins. I ached for him. I wanted desperately to satisfy my curiosity and discover whether he measured up to my expectations.

There was no reduction in speed. Angelo maintained our crazy dash down the empty road, perhaps determined to shatter the sound barrier. He crept up my trembling thigh, however, treating it to his deliciously fierce vibrations. He grazed my silken pubes while focusing on the stretch ahead of us. He prodded my sensitive flesh, causing me to wriggle in my seat. I gasped as he gently stroked, acquainting himself with that excitable part of me.

The combination of his probing digit and the quickness of his car drove me insane. My response to that experience was evidenced by the moisture that oozed on his fingertips.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I sobbed, basking in his glorious sweep. I dug my heel into the floor and strained every muscle in my body. I kept my legs open, wanting more of his intoxicating grope.

Angelo slipped inside my snatch and pumped me with his finger. He did it so suddenly, I was caught by surprise.

"Oh, God! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I cried out, gratified by that bold motion. He manipulated me splendidly. My eyes rolled up in their sockets as he pierced juicy pulp, thrilling me with every random descent. "Oh, yes. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

He fucked me with his finger. The sounds of my succulent pussy reverberated. I moaned as he plunged into my sopping hole, milking my juices. I trickled in abundance, unable to stanch those fragrant juices. I grit my teeth and slammed my head against the seat, then shuddered as he expedited his luscious tickle. He invested extensive energy in jiggling me.

For a brief moment, I took stock of my situation: I was letting one of David's clients finger-fuck me in his sports car while barreling down the road. I could picture David chastising me for such decadent behavior-and yet, with

Angelo, it seemed quite natural.

I caressed his arm as he stroked my drenched cunt. Angelo's limbs were solid, dusted with hair, rippling with muscle. I purred, shifting my hips to meet his intimate graze. Without preliminary, he slid his finger over my clit. I was electrified by the change in rotation. Throughout his massage, I was stimulated; the hot button he attacked facilitated my high-speed gratification. He worked me into a frenzy, rapidly moving over that swollen bud. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! His crazed rhythm gave me the shakes. I seized his forearm and attempted to steady it.

"Oh, God," I muttered through clenched teeth, watching those strong, sturdy fingers do me. They sank repeatedly into my juicy hole, then returned to torment my love button. "Ohhhhhhh! Oh, baby. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Not once did Angelo watch me. He drove his engine-roaring vehicle with deadly solemnity. I was thrust into a delirium by his pleasure-provoking digit. He let my choked cries and anguished breathing suffice.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh," I sobbed, twisting frantically in my seat. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

I shut my eyes and came. I couldn't stop myself. I went into an abandoned seizure, thrashing about as ecstasy filled me. I was a sweaty wreck, my skirt up to my stomach, my spike heels kicked off. I gulped air, still spinning from the rush. I came so hard, my throat muscles were sore. I could barely talk.

I was amazed at his presumption. He just reached over and made me cum without asking. It wasn't as though I would have refused him-not the delicious Angelo Brancatto-but he gave me no opportunity to reciprocate.

Evening the score was exactly my wish. I took that pussy-soaked hand and brought it to my mouth. I licked my juices from his thick fingers. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. My tongue engaged each of them with a seductive swirl. I lavished them with spit, cleaning my husky moisture. I saved some of my best oral techniques for his thumb, which had expedited my joy. I sucked it into my mouth and vibrated my tongue over it until I was sure it floated in spit. My lips ascended it, then gave it a steamy pucker.

Angelo was soundless throughout that ordeal. I craved his hoarse rebuttal, his contorted expression. Sucking his fingers wouldn't precipitate that desired response; swallowing his cock would.

I slid down into my seat, streaming my hands over his muscle-rich frame. Angelo was a rugged man who took physical conditioning seriously. I reached for his belt buckle and zipper to open his pants. He did nothing to subvert my effort. Patience was a scarce commodity. The urge to stroke him was imperative. I massaged the bulge that swelled through his cotton briefs. Oh, wow!

He was massive-a virtual horse! I became all the more excited. My breath came up short. I was anxious to suck him.

Angelo eased up on the gas pedal. In fact, I realized we were pulling over by the time I got his dick out. That tall standing shaft protruded awesomely from his fly. His length defied my imagination. I had assumed he was large, but not enormous. The sight of it launched a firestorm of passion I couldn't begin to digest. I practically drooled while curling my fingers around its pulsating base and rising slowly to the top. My thumb nudged the jutting rim.

"Oh, yeah," I murmured, elated by his monstrosity. He was thick as my wrist. I couldn't picture fitting such a thing in my pussy, but resolved to try all the same. The oils in my palm served as a makeshift lubricant. I slithered up and down that big dick, anxious to prime it for my lips. I effected soft, clicking noises, pumping it feverishly.

Angelo gazed at my heavenly expression while I worked him up. He stared at me as though my eagerness was far more exhilarating than the sensations I produced. He held his groan in check. Not a single gasp emerged from his throat.

I elected to destroy that facade. My lips descended hungrily upon him. I snapped up every bit of that tasty cock, oblivious to its size.

Once my mouth became attached, I sank over its throbbing span. My lips peeled over each vein-protruding section while my tip flickered at the pronounced vein of his underside. I lapped him thoroughly, leaving no spot unattended. Mmmm.

Having him in my mouth was an absolute turnon. He responded to my oral attention, shifting in his seat, elevating his groin and offering me more to eat. He assisted in my consumption. I felt the pressure of his fingertips as he cupped my head and rose to meet my anxious gobble. He cupped my skull and pushed himself as deeply as he could into my throat. My eyelid fluttered as he stretched into that silken void, then returned to the surface world dripping with saliva.

I whipped my blonde mane all over his lap, teasing him as I sucked his cock. It wasn't my intention to block his view, so after a second or two, I flung my hair over my shoulder with a sassy flip. I gripped his thighs with my hands and furnished him an enthusiastic pinch. The noises I made while stuffing my mouth with that beast got him pipe-stiff. I ran my lips up and down that rigidity, thrilled I was able to totally arouse him.

His moan eventually sounded. Angelo probably tried to curb the urge, but my spirited tongue got the better of him. He exhaled sharply as I assaulted him with my pumping lips, then completed the attack with a scalding dash from my tip.

"Oh, yeah," he murmured, revealing his enjoyment.

I pulled harder and harder on him, anxious to make him cum. His single gasp served as motivation. Before I was through with him, 1 wanted him trembling and impatient for more.

I played with his balls, too. Not only did I caress them while mouthing him to glazed distraction, but I detached my sucking lips from his dick and gave them a exhaustive lick down. I lashed him gently, layering that compact sac with fiery moisture. I tasted hair as I pursued that part of him and detected a wild pulse. When I thought he was close to convulsion, I seized the knob of his cock and slipped down his impressive length. Naturally, Angelo sufficiently recovered from the ordeal to hold back. Cum did not gush from his slit, no matter how fiercely I sucked it.

A minute later, I amended my plan to include something 1 wouldn't have normally tried. I quickly unbuttoned my top and freed my tits. I dreamed about taking him in that fashion and quivered as I strategically launch into operation.

Angelo gazed at me with my saliva dribbling down his cock, looking as if I was going to sit on him or try something different.

Although I preferred the former, I went for the latter. I pulled my tits apart and wrapped them around his dick. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. He felt warm tucked inside. 1 made myself as tight as possible, then moved my entire body so he received benefit of that billowy wrap. My method yielded the most exquisite friction: my flesh snug against his-tugging, enticing, imploring him to let go.

"How does it feel to be inside those tits, Angelo?" I taunted, my eyes glowing in the dark. "Do you like being enclosed by them? Huh? Feels good, doesn't it? It feels so good I'll bet you want to cum."

Immediately, Angelo's breath became rougher. He stroked my soft shoulders. The corner of his mouth twitched as I deepened his massage. I made sure my swollen nipples were directed at him so he could study them throughout his journey.

"Oh, yeah," I moaned, getting into it. "Fuck my tits, baby. Fuck them. Pretend it's my pussy you stuck your cock into, stroking it sweetly. It's nice and warm in there, isn't it? And so soft-so very, very soft. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I want you to cum all over those tits. Splatter them with your hot jism, baby. It's okay. Cream on them."

It was unlike me to babble, but the words dredged up from my lust-constricted throat and came from the dark side of my soul.

To precipitate orgasm, I dipped my tongue at his cockhead and gave it a stimulating lick. A bead of cum oozed from the slit, squeezed out by my tits. I lapped that sample of his hot goo. The instant I dabbed at his cumhole, he gasped. Encouraged, I bent my head to encompass that plump crown. My tits enveloped him securely while I sucked. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. It was to my advantage that he was long, protruding from my cleavage and jammed in my mouth.

"Oh, Kate," he grunted aloud, unable to refrain from expressing his joy. "Oh, baby. Oh, yeah."

My tits bounced in his lap as I endeavored to make him explode. I wanted to watch his subdued expression as I packed him in my pulsating heat. The deadly blend of wetness, passion and malleable flesh contributed to the demise of his staying power.

"Cum, baby," I sobbed, temporarily disengaging my lips. "Cum. Please, baby, cum."

No sooner did my lips surround that bloated cockhead than the tremors in his thighs escalated. He writhed in his seat, losing it. I sucked on the tip of his cock, willing him to shoot. My tits were constricted about his inflamed member, urging him to burst.

"Uggghhhhhhhhhhh," he cried out, unable to contain the steam that had been building in his body. "Uggghhhhhhhhh. Ugghhhhhhhhhhhh."

I kept my mouth on his dick, enjoying the heavy squirts that jetted. Mmmmmmmmmmm. Angelo released an amount that was delightfully satisfying. I swallowed his cum, gulping it down after letting it collect. My hands streamed around his balls, prodding him to rid the frustration from his system. His cock jerked within my lips as he spasmed. I fastened myself to him, unwilling to sacrifice a drop of that creamy joy.

I milked him with my lips and tongue, siphoning his supply. He tasted so good, I didn't want it to end-yet, I had no inkling of what was in store for me after we finished. No matter how exciting the sex was, I did not fully trust him. He was after something-and it was more than just getting his cock sucked.

CHAPTER FOUR

When I thought I had amassed the sum of his desire, I placed my head on his thigh. Angelo's cock shrank to half its glory, retaining an edge to its excitement. I stared at it dreamily, remembering its sweet flavor. Angelo settled into a pensive frame, obviously savoring the afterglow. The sinister lines of his face had reorganized themselves to a less threatening slant.

"Do you really go to Hunters that often?" I asked, breaking my silence. "Or did you want to bump into me?"

He refused to answer me. Instead, he ran his fingers through my hair. His caress was so soft, I was shaking.

"Are you glad I'm here?" I carefully rephrased my question.

It was impossible to decipher the spark in those eyes. His pupils smoldered. Angelo did not reveal much. He maintained close guard of his emotions.

I was disgusted by his dismissal. Apparently, after a blow job, he was through with me. If that was the extent of his need for me, then I had no use for Angelo Brancatto. "Please, take me home."

Once again, I received mute treatment. Angelo did not budge an inch. He made no attempt to start the car. He seemed perfectly content for me to kneel between his legs and watch me do a slow burn.

My Irish temper accounted for the scowl I gave him. My fuse had invariably been lit. I'd had my fill of his arrogance. He whisked me away from my girlfriends in the middle of nowhere, jiggled my pussy while he drove like a maniac, then had me suck him off. I was far from satisfied. I wanted more, but wasn't about to beg.

His lack of compliance spurred me. I opened the door and stepped out. "Fine. I'll hitch a ride back." With that, I slammed the door as loudly as I could. The spikes I wore weren't suited for long distances. I stumbled over stones and rocks, disgruntled with the fix I was in. I cussed under my breath, shocked by his flippant behavior. It must have been past midnight and he could have cared less about my tripping through the dark. The moonlight wasn't particularly strong, yet I managed.

I was probably five hundred yards from the car when the headlights served as a beacon from behind me. He slowly crawled up the road, letting his car idle.

I paid him no notice. I was much too furious to exchange even a few words with him. Nothing, at that point, would have been civil.

Finally, he drove beside me. His window was rolled down. "Come on, get in," he ordered.

I resolved to ignore him. My fists were balled and lips thinned.

"I said, get in."

I considered my actions equally ridiculous. Hoofing it in spikes miles from civilization didn't seem a particularly wise choice, but I was hurt by his insensitivity. I refused to obey him, much less talk.

Angelo's patience had reached saturation. He flew past me, screeched to a halt, then stepped out of the car. My path was conveniently blocked.

My heart started to race as he stomped toward me, looking thoroughly enraged. I thought he was going to deck me, he looked positively feral. I froze in my tracks, unsure of how to handle him.

He seized me by the shoulders and dragged me up against the car. His breath came up short as he shoved me to the fender. I was shaking hard, frightened as to what he planned to do. The ferocity of his grip was enough to give one palpitations.

"Wait-" I blurted.

He pulled me to his lips. I was stunned by the force of his kiss. His tongue went into my mouth before I had a chance to breathe. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. A lightheadedness took possession of me. My vision blurred as he sucked my air supply.

At the same time, he ground his crotch to mine. I felt the shape of his hard cock dig into my pussy, reviving my desire. There was no dodging that massive swell as he pushed it with all he had to my sensitive mound. I whimpered, subjected to its furious massage while pinned to the car.

Angelo didn't stop there. He unzipped himself with relative ease, despite my staged resistance. His dick stretched out, angry and ready.

"Oh, God," I wailed, fighting to regain my composure. Since that draining kiss, I had no anger left. His urgency startled and thrilled me endlessly.

My panties were ripped open to eliminate the sole barrier between me and that rigid thing. He hoisted my ass up onto the car, then positioned himself for entry. I trembled as the soft tip of his cock became wedged. I grit my teeth as he pushed it into my cunt. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Putting it in my mouth had been simpler than getting it into my pussy. It was so big. My nails sank into his shoulder as he charged into my sopping wet hole.

"Jesus," I screamed as it pried through my clenched lips. Angelo jerked his hips, forcing more of that giant shaft into me than I could capably handle. In my fantasies, I'd pegged him "large," but what jammed my cunt was indescribable. I'd never had anything of that measurement before. Angelo, a true Italian anatomically, gifted me with the "sausage."

Angelo sensed there might be trouble inserting his cock into my tight pussy. He eased back, then thrust in. Eventually, my hot squish surrendered and admitted his throbbing bulk. He squeezed that big dick into my narrow channel, working it to the fat stem.

"Oh, God," I sobbed, my eyes rolling up. My ass slumped to the side of his car as he sank whole into my cunt. Air whistled through my pursed lips after that final plunge through constricted tissue. My fingers sank into his shoulder as he fed me solid cock. "Ohhhhhhhh."

My sweet agony was short-lived. Angelo began kissing my neck, sucking gently at my susceptible flesh. He erased the ache he created with his knowledgeable lips. They skimmed over my heated skin, whirring with emotion. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. The slight pain instantly receded, replaced by fierce horniness. I realized then that I had never been in jeopardy-it was merely alarm that tightened me so and lent that disturbing illusion. Oh, no, it felt incredibly good, that hard dick sliding high into my pussy. He was noticeably thick as well as long, but his equipment functioned at superb capacity. The wonderful, slick noises we made while connected filtered the air. Our exposed flesh was subjected to the caress of the night breeze, fueling our passion. We rocked with abandon, enjoying the fit of our sexual apparatus.

Angelo wasn't a vocal lover. I was accustomed to hearing a string of ecstatic endearments spouted at the heat of the moment. I supposed he felt his actions spoke louder than words. He fucked me as though my cock and my pussy were having an intimate conversation. He didn't discourage my use of profanity-he merely resorted to body language himself.

After pumping me nonstop for ten spectacular minutes, he scooped me up by the ass and deposited me on his car. My legs were positioned over his shoulders while the rest of me was sprawled before him across the hood. His cock seemed to penetrate me to a heightened degree while arranged as such. I could feel his urgency build with each thrust. My cunt gave his dick a mouth-watering pucker before fully submitting to its girth. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I writhed in splendor, enjoying the shivering probe of that outgrown beast.

Angelo's expression was exempt of emotion. He did not reveal his feelings while fucking me. I wasn't sure if he despised me or was on the verge of infatuation. He kept a close handle on his external signs, plunging into me with a sexy aloofness.

I discounted his vacant countenance and closed my eyes. I reflected at all the times I'd fucked strangers and attempted to fashion my thoughts in that pattern. Angelo was no different than Gil, the cab driver, or a number of other men I'd spontaneously experienced. They each gave me that rigid, slippery sensation to which I'd formed an addiction. Providing I got what I needed from each session, I was happy.

What set Angelo apart from the rest, however, was his attention to my needs. His far-reaching strokes seemed to maximize my pleasure-and they weren't rapid-fire, like some men when frantically excited. No, Angelo fucked me as though he wanted me to cum first. I had routinely orchestrated my orgasm to coincide with his, or if the man came too quickly, I immediately finished myself off with my finger. I received the distinct impression that would not be necessary with Angelo.

His hips pistoned back and forth, establishing an irresistible rhythm. I followed, excited by his jerking cock. He speared into my cunt, sawing through my drenched lips with barely contained fury. In the moonlight, I saw sweat streamed from his brow. His shirt was plastered to his chest, soaked from the energy he exuded.

I lifted my ass and moaned as he pumped me.

His dick charged into me with delicious precision, vibrating the walls of my pussy as it swept that hot, clinging passage. My pleasure intensified as the skin of his cock tugged at my insides, escalating my satisfaction. Had we done a temperature check, I'm sure we would have been burning with fever. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I loved the way he fucked me, urging me to explore the unknown along with him, scaling a mountain of uncharted altitude.

"Fuck me," I whispered, writhing for his benefit. "Oh, yeah, baby. Fuck me good."

Once again, the sounds of our locked flesh echoed in the dark. It was so quiet, I heard every squishy push, every delighted gasp, every agonizing pull.

I gripped his powerful forearms for leverage and fucked back, eager to cum. He drove that monster between my legs, causing my pussy to gag from its width. My cunt lips expanded to accommodate his plump base. His balls whacked me again and again as he neared complete fulfillment.

"Yes," I gasped, enjoying the mounting pressure, the sweet locomotion, the screaming frenzy of my innards. "Oh, yeah, do it. Ram me, baby. Fuck my pussy. Oh, yeah."

We blindly slapped together, feeling each other's need. His cock felt bludgeoning-hard in my snatch, taking control of our journey. He plunged into veritable mush, awakening every cell of my being with his hammering thing.

I arched my ankles and shivered as he fucked me with everything he had. Angelo increased his lunges until my ass bounced off the car. I openly received his jackhammer thrusts, sobbing with bliss. I ascended to a higher, sweeter plane with each stroke.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh," I sputtered, releasing his forearms and pinching my distended nipples. I tweaked the joy from them. "Yes. Don't stop. More. Harder. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."

Angelo couldn't prolong his stare. His eyes shut and his features contorted as his tremors became rougher. The ferocious storm in his body precipitated my climax. I couldn't remain attached to him and not experience that quivering tumult.

Every muscle in my body tensed just before I came. My orgasm was so debilitating, I thought I had passed out. I screamed as those contractions overpowered me, causing my pussy to grab Angelo's embedded cock. I heard his winded protest as he combated the same force, then spilled hot jism into my gulping pussy.

"Uggghhhhhhhhhhh," he groaned, discharging himself. His squirts were savory to my system. His transformation into a crazed animal, emptying his frustration into my warm receptacle was a welcome sight. "Uggghhhhhhhh. Uggghhhhhhh. UGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

His explosion was breathtaking. I watched for as long as I could, but the strength of my climax precluded extended viewing. Angelo managed to shake my foundation, rock my senses and leave me dazed. It was the most thrilling sexual experience I'd ever had.

Angelo drove me back to my place. Although conversation was scarce, anticipation thrived. I couldn't wait to get him into bed. He seemed anxious to have more of me, too. Our silent journey was interspersed with gropes and gasps. I longed to feel his flesh slapping against mine. We both yearned to see each other naked.

Upon entering my apartment, I noticed my answering machine blinking. Three messages were contained, as evidenced by the glowing numerals. Automatically, I bent to retrieve them, but Angelo seized my wrist. He spun me around and practically devoured my lips. The heat of his breath and quickness of his tongue caused me to immediately forget everything but our unfinished passion. Pausing to fetch those messages was insignificant compared to the urgency I detected beneath his gnashing mouth.

A stampede of desire overrode my conscious frame. Angelo shoved me over to my sofa while I pecked at his neck. It wasn't my intention to leave a passion mark, but his salty taste caused my appetite to flare. He allowed me a moment to fiercely suck that part of him, then proceeded to open my blouse, button by button. He scooped up my tits until the nipples pointed like twin peaks, then covered them with his mouth.

"Christ," I wept, temporarily losing equilibrium. He lashed my nubs with broiling saliva until my cheeks were fever-bright. That incredible tongue of his fragmented my nervous system. He plucked each nugget with his lips and lapped it excitedly. I couldn't get enough of his oral love. Arching my back, I moaned.

After disbursing his electrical slurps, he descended the length of my aroused body. My skirt, plainly an impediment to his scheme, was yanked off. My legs automatically divided, then wrapped around his head. There was a savage hunger in my pussy that required immediate relief.

"Oh, yeah," I cried the second that tongue snaked into me. He engaged me with a lively throttle, ladling those juices. I heard him swallow and lick, swallow and lick while my head revolved. "Suck it, baby. Suck it good."

Angelo did precisely as I bade him. He drank my liquid excitement, visibly pleased with my abundant supply. He traced the perimeters of my snatch and intermittently lashed the inner lips. He cleaned me of my nectar-sweet drippings, in addition to stirring me with that provoking tip. Ohhhhhhhhhhh! His licking was indescribable.

The man had cunt-lapping down to a science.

Juicing me up was merely part of his plan. Angelo wasn't quick to display his blueprint for the night's festivities. I made no motion to learn it, either. I confiscated one of the pillows at the end of the sofa and proceeded to shred it with my nails. Angelo continued to eat me as though he couldn't achieve his fill.

"Oh, baby," I sobbed, my features marred by the excellence of his head giving. "Oh, yes, it feels so good. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. More. Give me more of that sweet tongue. Please, I love it so much."

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm," he growled into my pussy, attacking it with renewed vigor. He relentlessly tongue-fucked me, furnishing me a preview of his oral expertise. I didn't, for a minute, believe I obtained the sum of his powers. Angelo instilled the impression the best was yet to arrive.

My clit was given an excruciating lick down. I thought I would be driven insane by the creative whips of his tongue. He lashed my love button without a scrap of mercy, then alternately slurped the sex juices that oozed from my hole. When he slid into my cunt, I briefly flashed upon the sensation of being filled with his cock; although the former wasn't nearly as tremendous in size, it retained the ability to inflame my senses.

Angelo fluctuated between my clit and other vulnerable areas. He lavished me with a storm of saliva and maintained its savage fury until I neared explosion. I trembled as he perforated my every layer, oversupplying me with stimulation.

The fervor mounted and pleasure climbed until there was no recourse but to spasm against his mouth. My chin went up, my legs tightened about his head and my heels dug into his back as I climaxed. I was temporarily blinded by orgasm. The gut-wrenching seizure that went through me left a lasting ripple.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I cried, oblivious to the late hour and possible complaints from my neighbors. "Oh, my God! Ohhhhhhhhhh! Oh, yes! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

I was still shuddering with joy when Angelo picked me up and rearranged me for entry. My knees sank into the sofa, my hands gripped its side and my blonde mane tumbled over my face. Angelo got behind me. I felt the blunt end of his cock, then that familiar thickness return to my pussy. I exhaled loudly as he packed that dick into my snatch, ramming through traumatized tissue.

"Oh, yeah," I cried. "Give it to me. Fuck me with your big thing. Fuck me, baby. I want it all."

He jerked his hips, nailing me with that monster. I didn't care. It felt good to take him whole. Having been previously opened by its phenomenal width, I welcomed its hungry plunge into my body.

"Oh, yes! Do it. Fuck me. Oh, yes!"

Angelo anchored his hands to my hips and buried himself to the hilt. From the moment his balls struck my ass, I submitted to his wishes. I had decided I would do anything he wanted, as well as allow him to do with me as he wished. I pitched my butt, providing him a target. He accepted my bait, slamming into me so strongly, he knocked the wind out of me. He split me open with that bone-solid tool and gave me diversion with each burrowing sweep.

God, I thought, he's so big and hard-and yet, penetrating push brought giddiness and relief. I charged toward him, capturing all the cock I could with my hungry snatch, moaning as it sawed through my gaping cunt lips. I tried to keep down the commotion, aware of my sleeping neighbors and that it was almost three o'clock in the morning. I certainly didn't need to advertise the fact I was getting laid.

Angelo was a machine, pounding his way into me, supplying me the hardness I needed to get off. I don't know if he was too drained to cum, but his rigid state was of supreme benefit to me. My pistoning hips worked to catch every bit of him I could. I kept feeling his balls slap me as I hurled back at him. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. The impact of his cock on my pussy was extraordinary. It gave me tremendous satisfaction, moving in and out of my slippery hole.

The room rang with the sound of my buns smacking his groin. His dick speared through my hot squish and precipitated a flurry of slick noises. I kept hearing his balls whack me, along with my sharp intake.

"Oh, God," I moaned, conscious of the friction his pulverizing width was doing to my clit. He rubbed me into a delirium. I was no longer sure if I was hallucinating or experiencing a real life fantasy. As I gripped the pillow that fell into my possession and whipped my hair over my shoulder, I summoned my vitality and rammed him. I wanted him to know how good, without a doubt, his fucking felt. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh, yes, baby, yes. Like that. Do me like that."

"Does that feel good?" he calmly asked.

"Hell, yes." I suction-cupped his dick with my squeezing pussy, then sucked him into my pussy until his balls strained at my soaked entrance. I both heard and felt him shudder as I constricted his cock. Lurching wildly on my knees, I nailed him good. Angelo permitted me that moment of triumph before he reared back and hammered me into stunned awe.

"You sure are hot, Kate. Christ, I can't get enough of you."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," I moaned as it savagely throbbed between my legs. "Oh, yeah. Ohhhhhh. It's making me cum, baby. It's making me cum-"

Angelo brooked none of my wailing. He pumped me with that big dick until I saw doubles. I shut my eyes, dizzy beyond compare. He tried his best to wear me out-and did succeed, at that.

He fucked me doggie-style for what seemed an eternity, then varied our position by dragging me on top of him. I still faced the opposite direction, but my thighs were draped over his. I humped him frantically, covering his dick with my juicy snatch. We both listened to the anxious pucker as my cunt lips skidded over his fabulous length. I greased him up, sliding up and down that tall-standing shaft. It wasn't just the span that got me off-his width was shattering. Continuously feeding that massive thing into my narrow opening was exacting. He expanded me to accommodate his ample size, charging through that slippery clutch.

No matter how long we remained attached, the excitement was contagious. I lifted and dropped my ass onto his lap, impaling myself on that breath-robbing shaft. I couldn't rid myself of the compulsion to embed it in my voracious snatch. I wanted to take ownership of every inch. I even scooped up his balls and fondled them while the rest of him was trapped in my pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I moaned. "I'm going to cum, baby. I'm going to cum. Ohhhhhhhhhhh!"

I had lost count of the orgasms I had while riding him. Angelo weathered the storm, bracing himself from the upheaval of contractions. The man had staying power-plenty of it. I couldn't imagine how he withstood the clenching force I exerted with each blistering climax, but he did.

After my last convulsion, I swung my legs around so that I was facing him. He was planted so deeply, we stayed coupled. I whimpered as I felt his cock shift in my sensitive cunt, the muscles worn from steady conflict. It was nice looking into his eyes and attempting to read his emotions. Angelo was unlike most men I fucked; he held his tongue through most of our session. I wanted to know what he enjoyed, what I should be doing more, and how my frenzied actions affected him. Without evoking those hoarse, wanton phrases in the heat of passion, I couldn't measure my performance.

There was something remote about his eyes-as though he was more a spectator than participant. How he could be detached from the pleasure of being inside me was puzzling. Having made him cum a few times, he probably was taking his time, but surely that had its limits. I wanted him to explode in my tightly wrapped pussy and reacquaint myself with that wild expression of his just before he surrendered to it.

Bobbing lamely in his lap, feeling his balls beneath my ass, I ran my hands over his massive chest. Angelo wasn't blanketed with hair like others of his heritage, so I had immediate access to his nipples. I gingerly traced them, measuring the flicker in his eyes. Sure enough, his Adam's apple fluttered. Some men were totally unaware of the stimulation they incurred when grazed in that area. I licked my fingertips, then spread the moisture over him. Angelo lunged into me, reacting to that test. I felt all ten and a half inches plow into me. My mouth dropped open and my vision went out of focus.

"Jesus," I whispered, trying to regain my composure.

Angelo settled down for a minute. That was all I needed. I assaulted him in that manner, rotating my thumbs over his nipples until they made indentations. To accentuate his experience, I descended upon the base of his neck and sucked. I wanted to feed him ticklish bursts of joy. I hummed against his salty flesh, spurring him forward. I also managed to rise and fall onto his stiff cock, propelling him to that elusive plane he had yet to ascend.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," I moaned, slobbering. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm."

Angelo was shaking. Bliss came at him fast, from every track. He gulped air as I rode him, smothering his dick with creamy snatch. My hips moved frantically to expedite his joy. His jaw dropped and he exhaled loudly as he neared eruption.

I became the victim of my own scheme.

Fucking him like that influenced me, too. Sliding up and down that slick cock made my clit pulse. The walls of my cunt tensed as I fought to sheath him.

"Oh, yeah," I moaned, humping him like a madwoman. "Oh, yeah. Together, baby. Let's cum together."

Angelo emitted a strangled gasp as he spurted. Once again, I felt that wonderfully warm collection between my silken thighs. "Uggghhh. Uggghhhhhhh. Ugghhhhhhhhh."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" I panted. "Ohhhhhhhhhh!"

I awoke late Sunday morning, sprawled on the floor. We never made it to my bed, choosing to fuck our brains out everywhere else. My body ached from the physical workout it had taken. I moaned, then tried sheltering my eyes from the blinding sunlight.

Angelo had vanished. His departure had been soundlessly accomplished. I hadn't even known when he'd gone. There was simply no sign of him when I adjusted to the brightness.

I padded into the kitchen and fixed myself some coffee. Usually, I couldn't think without a cup, my thoughts were that muddled. On my way back to the front room, I reflected on the highlights of the previous night and all the pleasure I received from Angelo.

As consolation, he left me with a sore, but happy, pussy.

I wondered when I would next see him before my eyes fell on my answering machine. The message number blinked for my attention. Lazily, I depressed the button. The first one was a hangup, the second a message from Wendy wondering if I arrived home safely. It was the last, however, than set my heart into frantic motion.

"Kate, this is David. Sorry I couldn't reach you sooner. Listen to me. That guy that was in my office-Angelo Brancatto-was asking lots of questions about you. He's after you. Beware of him. I can't get into it now, but please call me back. You're in danger."

Calmly, I placed my cup on the table and dialed his number. I immediately received a busy signal. I waited twenty minutes and tried again, only to get the same.

Oh, my God, I thought as the reality of it penetrated. What kind of man had I spent my night with? What was he going to do to me?

CHAPTER FIVE

After trying David's number several times and receiving that constant busy signal, I elected to take a ride to his place and check things out myself. The one thing that stood out in my mind was David's distaste for lengthy phone conversations. He much preferred to visit someone than keep that person on the line.

I hailed a cab and raced over to his building. David lived in the more opulent section of the Gold Coast, where outrageous rents were routinely commanded. I had been to his place many times, having dropped off legal documents and files pertinent to an important case. The pattern of my heart was so inconsistent, I thought I was going to suffer from cardiac arrest.

Upon arriving at the curb of his renovated brownstone, I froze at the sight of Angelo Brancatto exiting. My God, what was he doing there? Panicking, I slid back into the cab and waited. He didn't appear to see me, but I caught him glancing behind while hustling down the street. The glower he effected had corrupt undertones. If anything was astray at David's, Angelo appeared blatantly culpable of having caused it.

I waited until he had safely rounded the corner before slipping the cab driver his money. I concealed my emotions as best I could, afraid of losing my cool. I silently determined to be strong.

David's building had a doorman, Fred, who was familiar to my frequent visits. He nodded to me as I walked through the door. "Miss Fitzgibbons, nice to see you. Here to see Mr. Kirkwood?"

"Yes," I mentioned, modulating my tone, "He asked me to stop by."

Fred reached for his phone and rang David's apartment. After a moment, he glanced at me. "He doesn't appear to be answering."

"He's probably stepped into the shower. Is there any way of letting me up? I promise to accept full responsibility."

Fred surveyed me for a moment before giving the nod. He was aware of my professional relationship with his resident and probably saw no reason to deny my request. In addition, he seemed to love my legs. Fortunately, I had on one of my eye-popping miniskirts. It didn't take much for Fred to buzz me through the door.

By the time the elevator deposited me on David's floor, I imagined all sorts of awful things.

I saw furniture turned on its side and evidence of a struggle. I envisioned him beaten to a pulp, half-unconscious, fighting to make it to his telephone. I hurried down the hall, panic-stricken. Under normal circumstances, I would have notified the police, but something prevented me from taking action. I needed to see genuine proof of Angelo's villainy before going that route.

David's door was closed. I knocked and called out to him. No answer came from within. I rapped more persistently, praying he was in one piece. Silence reigned.

"David, please tell me, are you in there? Please, let me in."

Automatically, I tried the knob and was shocked to discover his door unlocked. It swung open, revealing an abandoned apartment. Contrarily to my overactive imagination, none of his furniture was askew.

I took deep, reassuring breaths, then placed one foot in front of the other. I didn't know what I expected to find lurking in the shadows. Angelo had already vacated the premises. Regardless, I never felt a sense of comfort. I foresaw discovering David's prone figure stretched across the floor.

"David, are you here?" I blurted as beads of sweat cropped at my brow. "Please, answer me." To my utter surprise, David was not found. I sighed when I finally accepted that. His message continued to haunt me. I had to track him down and learn of the danger Angelo Brancatto represented.

I was about to leave when I heard voices in the hallway, neither of which belonged to my boss. An inner voice informed me to dive for cover. A key was inserted in the lock. Quickly, I fled into the bedroom closet. My legs barely functioned in time. No sooner had I jumped between David's suits and pulled the door closed, David's front door creaked open.

I observed David's guests through a gap. Much to my surprise, he had been visited by two women, neither of which appeared forbidding. Their giggle set them apart from the danger to which I had already become accustomed.

"I guess he's not home," declared a stunning brunette with a curvaceous body. "We should have known. He's not one to keep his word."

The redhead that accompanied her smiled in a slow, lazy manner. "He might have run down to the corner for a newspaper. He did leave his front door unlocked." She ran her hand up and down the brunette's arm. "Don't worry about it, Marcy. He'll be back."

The girl indicated as Marcy frowned. "We'll charge him double, Paulette. That's what we'll do if he doesn't return in ten minutes."

"You always want more money," Paulette giggled. "What a greedy bitch you are. I thought you like liked the sex part more-that getting paid was of no consequence."

"We all have to make a living."

I swallowed roughly as the scene took shape. In the few years I worked for David, I had never known him to have a carnal side. He was a proclaimed workaholic, an overachiever. He reviewed depositions into the wee hours of the night without taking a break. Burning the midnight oil was a habit with him. He also seemed ultraconservative, resistant to expressing that element.

Seeing two strange women freely entering his apartment and expecting to engage him in wild sex was the last thing I anticipated. David's clean-cut image defied that conclusion. The steamy exhibition of those two babes, however, supported that illogical concept one hundred per cent. Appearances-at least in David's case-had been deceiving.

He had never made a pass at me, I thought, ruminating over my boss. We maintained a highly polished and professional association. Lingering glances, suggestive comments and the like weren't visible between us. David disclosed no hidden feelings for me.

My surveillance of those two girls continued. The dark-haired one who was labeled Marcy seemed the aggressor. She steered Paulette-the redhead-toward the bed. Both girls, I noted, were gorgeous and endowed with bodies men would pay large sums of money to enjoy. "Why don't we make ourselves comfortable, honey. No use standing around until he comes back."

Paulette, deferring to her, slipped her smooth, shapely legs over David's silk sheets. That David would purchase bedding of such sensual quality was total enlightenment. I had ventured to his place several times, but never saw the bed spread pulled down and those sheets brandished. Not only did they appear expensive, but they were black-a sexy color, in my opinion.

The girls made themselves completely at home, as though previously securing David's permission. That they had been assigned a key blew my mind. My opinion of David was vastly altered. He no longer seemed the quiet, burdened guy he once did. He had a daring, unruly nature I found most interesting and would have loved to explore.

Marcy traced the curves of Paulette's body and treated her tits with the utmost delicacy. The invitation of perfumed flesh beckoned. Paulette did nothing to dissuade her. She found every reason to sit as close as possible, brushing her with those trim thighs, and even bumping her with those tits. The scant top Paulette wore slipped up and over those enormous globes to reveal a pair of deliciously pink nubs. Paulette saw Marcy's mouth close over her breast, sucking on her nipple until it got large and throbbing.

"What's the matter, baby?" Paulette sobbed. "Can't wait for David?"

"I'll warm you up first-make you all hot and juicy for him."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Paulette willingly reclined as Marcy mounted her. She surrendered to the force of her hot suck. The two women twisted as one across the bed, moaning. Both were perceptibly hungry, prompting a series of feverish gasps.

Their provocative style made me wet. I was surprised how soaked my pussy got. Watching two girls go at it seared my brain. I hadn't expected a show when diving into David's closet. There was something delightfully wicked about studying their inflamed actions while hidden. Trapped in my hiding place, I had no choice other than to scrutinize them. The prospect tremendously thrilled me.

I crossed and uncrossed my legs several times, not wishing them to detect my horny scent. My clit pulsated, longing to be rubbed. The initial trepidation I had dissolved as I saw those girls abandon themselves to the sheer pleasure of the moment. Lust isolated my anxiety and allowed me to collect my thoughts. I voluntarily surrendered to the flashing images that played out.

Marcy brought the enticing curves of her body at closer range. Paulette was mesmerized by the packaging. Marcy's tits bulged out of her blouse now that the top buttons were undone; one last button would expose more of its luscious shape. I began to wonder what color panties Marcy wore, and more importantly, if they were lace. Marcy's pubes would be bared through the latticework if that were the case. My head was so filled with curiosities I couldn't begin to explain their origin.

When Marcy's hand finally ventured under Paulette's dress and enclosed her pussy, the flames of desire raged within me. Paulette almost fainted with joy as Marcy inserted a finger into her juicy crevice. She pumped her several times while watching her expression. I could see Marcy was quite serious about having sex with Paulette.

As Paulette stretched out on her back, Marcy removed her panties. Marcy's tongue found gainful employment at the source of Paulette's sweet nectar. Luxuriant dabs at her clit caused Paulette to undulate in blissful surrender.

I had often wondered what it would be like to get slurped by a woman. Having a velvety, female tongue dipping into my snatch was a secret fantasy-one I would never divulge to either Wendy or Nina. Men were inclined toward roughness. Although I loved getting head from a man, a woman's approach had to be wonderfully different. I longed to experience joy when those creative licks found the unexplored regions between my legs.

Paulette thrust her pussy at Marcy's mouth, urging her to swallow all that she dared. Marcy's face was smeared with Paulette's fragrant juices, withstanding the frenzied shift. I watched, with a surge of adrenaline, as Marcy's tongue separated her slick folds and delved into Paulette's snatch. She tongue-fucked her so sweetly, it gave me the shakes.

"Oh, honey, that feels so good," Paulette declared. "Oh, yeah, baby. Eat it. Suck me. Taste my honey. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh, yeah. Lick it up. Gulp it down. Let me ooze in your mouth."

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," Marcy murmured. Her dark hair spilled over Paulette's tanned thighs, only to be thrown back a second later. Her fiercely attached lips rolled over Paulette's succulent cunt, gleaning the flavor from her nectar-rich hole. Her vibrant tip seemed to interchangeably torment and please her partner.

The air inside that closet quickly got stale. I exhaled with caution, not wishing to be caught. Their ritual, however, made me incredibly horny. I was tempted to join them. I would have licked some pussy, then insisted mine be given the same treatment.

Unable to control myself another second, I slipped a hand inside my panties and jiggled. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Temporary relief was granted me. I didn't think I could have waited as I rubbed my clit. I fell against the row of suits hanging behind me and bit my bottom lip. I scarcely contained the sob that welled up from the bottom of my throat. Watching those two go at it left me drenched. My cunt was so squishy, it sucked at my finger. I sank one digit into myself, then two. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Fucking myself never felt so good. I wanted to keep watching and masturbate. I realized I was accepting risk in doing so, but those girls had sabotaged my self-control. I was irresistibly drawn into a taboo situation. Their collective mischief afforded me an unspeakable thrill.

Paulette had twisted wildly on the bed while Marcy, having assumed a dominant position, lapped her clean. God-Marcy gave head like I had never seen. Her energy was boundless. She sucked Paulette's pussy without stopping for air, setting an effort few could duplicate. Marcy also stayed on her clit until Paulette begged for mercy. Her ability of bringing Paulette to swift climax seemed monumental.

When Marcy brought Paulette's legs over her shoulders and caressed her buttocks, things really heated up. Marcy made quite a meal of Paulette's snatch, stretching her feast to its limit. She bore down on her pussy, dividing those lips with her tongue and keeping them open with ravenous whips. Marcy essentially fucked her with that tongue. Oh, God-just peeking got me horny.

Bringing myself close to orgasm with my finger, I began questioning my sanity. What was I doing, witnessing this spectacle? A woman servicing another while I jerked off seemed rather perverse-and yet, as my vision blurred while Marcy's tongue penetrated Paulette, I abandoned that stand. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. In the next second, Marcy was lashing her pink flesh with tingly saliva while I clenched my teeth and felt my insides melt. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I pressed my lips together, trying desperately not to make a sound. Marcy's mouth remained constant, sending Paulette into orbit. Even when I doubted the reason I indulged myself, I saw to my utter fascination how Paulette's pussy automatically went back to those lips and tongue for more. After several minutes of uninterrupted sucking, Paulette came loudly. Tears poured from her eyes while her oxygen supply was threatened.

"Ohhhhhhhhh! Yes, baby, yes. Ohhhhhhhhh!" she squealed, her ass thumping against the mattress, daubing Marcy's features with her perfumed juices. "Ohhhhhhhh! I'm cumming!"

Paulette started to stay something, but Marcy didn't want to hear a word. Instead, she grasped Paulette's head and shoved it between her legs. Paulette knew, by instinct, Marcy craved the same form of gratification. Having studied her technique, she felt comfortable reproducing it.

I didn't know quite what to expect, but Paulette gave it her all. She started by sinking her tongue into Marcy's tangy orifice. The sudden jerk of her hips told Paulette she was on the right track. Continuing with a vibrating lick, she traced the sluiced lips until they were clean of juice. She concentrated on her love button, slurping it until the thing turned into a pebble. Wetness gushed around her, all attended by her curling tongue.

Listening to Marcy gasp and moan brought a precipitation of renewed lust. I squirmed in the closet, ready to give myself another fingering. I never tasted a woman's secretions, but occasionally had given it thought. I yearned to have a pussy in my face, as well as slim, satiny thighs surrounding my head. My lack of expertise, though, would have been transparent. Licking a clitoris could hardly be weighed as a perversion-not when I'd seen Paulette's done to perfection. Men seemed ill-suited for this task; a woman understood the manner in which cunt-lapping should be effected. A woman could yield extreme satisfaction-and perhaps surpass a man's effort.

There were isolated incidents when I considered exploring that impulse with Wendy or Nina. I wondered if they would be shocked by my curiosity-or confess a similar inquisitiveness. In either event, I longed to test the waters and fulfill that obsession.

When Marcy surrendered control, Paulette gave it her all. Marcy's buttocks thrashed against the bed while her fingernails raked through Paulette's hair. She mumbled incoherently, looking disheveled, and slammed her cunt right into Paulette's face. Paulette finished her off at that moment, licking her until she screamed with pleasure.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," Paulette grunted, slobbering her mound.

"Faster, baby," Marcy exclaimed. "Lick me faster. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Paulette slid her tongue into Marcy's cunt and reamed her until Marcy's ass shot from the bed. She slurped her juicy snatch until Marcy's strength was sapped. Her mouth fluttered over those moist, clinging lips, stabbing them with her expert tip. Marcy's hips moved like fire as she experienced those ecstatic slurps.

"I'm cumming!" Marcy screamed. "I'm cumming! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!"

What happened next took us all by surprise. A strange man stepped into the room, grinning at the girls. I'd never seen him before. He was tall, slim and of Italian descent. I had the impression he was somehow related to Angelo.

"Nicely done, girls," he remarked from the foot of the bed. "Practice, I suppose, makes perfect."

Marcy glared at him. "Who the hell are you?"

"Does it matter? It appears to me a man's needed to finish the job."

Paulette was indignant. "How dare you barge in on us. You have no right"

"Yeah," Marcy sneered. "Get your ass out of here."

The man shrugged, then rubbed his crotch with his palm. The shape of a huge cock gradually dominated the area. "I presume you girls won't have any use for this."

The girls fell silent as that thing in his pants grew. Even I could tell from my post that he had a whopper tucked inside those jeans. There was a whole lot of man, ready to be enjoyed. That smug, macho grin led me to believe he was capable of handling them both.

"What do you think?" he toyed with their impetus. "Want to try some of this?"

Marcy wasn't nearly as rancorous as before. She shifted with agitation on her side. "Tell us your name."

"Dino."

"Just Dino?" Paulette teased.

Dino reached inside his pants and withdrew his excited member. It stretched magnificently from his body, thick and appetizing. "And my buddy. He relishes being appreciated-and generally is."

The girls no longer argued with him. They were mesmerized by that stupendous thing. Dino had a cock like I'd never seen-with the exception of Angelo's. Once again, I found my evaluation to run true: Italian men have big dicks. Some tended to be more astonishing than others.

Marcy and Paulette immediately moved over and made room for Dino on the bed. Marcy looked anxious to have him in her mouth, while Paulette seemed to prefer him in her cunt from the manner she stroked herself.

I would have taken him either way. He looked so good, I almost forgot I was supposed to be unnoticed.

Dino sank onto the bed and arranged himself between Marcy's thighs. Before she had an opportunity to state her preference, his head swooped down their center. Marcy made no effort to close them. She allowed him to do as he wished.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" Marcy gasped, receiving the masculine version of what Paulette had just done. I'm sure it wasn't nearly as smooth, but did the job rather nicely.

My knees almost buckled. I could smell her horny pussy from the closet, as well as the sweat the girls collectively exuded.

Dino cupped Marcy's buttocks and lifted them until he filled his mouth with cunt. "Mmmmm," he grunted, savoring her tangy flavor. Marcy jerked in his grasp, but her snapping movement did little to disengage him. Drops of glistening cunt dew clung to her orgasm-ravaged lips.

"I can taste your girlfriend's spit," he mentioned, slurping away. "Sure is good."

"So is what you're doing," Marcy sighed, rolling her head. "Oh, yeah. Lick me, baby. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

"No problem." His mouth descended upon her pussy.

Marcy shivered as she felt his tongue slither over her cunthole. "Ohhhhhh, Dino., Oh, God. Don't stop."

Paulette wasn't idle for long. She slithered down Dino's hairy flesh, eager to bury his cock in her throat. Her tongue fluttered along his stomach and thighs, then finally targeted that huge dick. Her mouth opened and absorbed him slowly, starting with the bulbous head. Those full, sensual lips enveloped him so sweetly, I yearned for their sweeping thrill. They grabbed his plump crown, then slid forward until the jutting rim was engulfed.

Dino's features crumpled after being encased in her oral warmth. "Oh, yeah. Suck on it, baby. Suck my dick."

Dino sure wasn't like his counterpart, Angelo. I didn't hear much of that spicy talk.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," Paulette managed between mouthfuls. "Oh, yeah. There's so much of you."

He recovered from the lip-rubbing splendor she administered and returned to Marcy's snatch with a vengeance. Within seconds of dropping his head, Marcy cried out. I saw his throat muscles function as he went about sucking her to distraction.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Marcy sobbed.

She watched as he buried his face in her snatch. His tongue became planted in her juicy hole, wiping it clean. Her clit tingled with enjoyment as he switched to a stimulating throttle. Moisture oozed from her cunt, lapped by his weaving tongue. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. She clenched and unclenched her fists, receiving his limber strokes. Dino knew how to please a woman, that was obvious. He was cognizant of what it took to get one panting for more.

Trembling, Marcy spread her legs wider. Apparently, she wanted nothing to obstruct the path of that licking tongue. Dino appeared to be doing an excellent job of making her breath harder and sweat more profusely.

"More," she ordered. "Lick me, eat my pussy, ohhhhhhh. Suck on my clit, baby, yes, suck the clit Paulette lapped. Cover it with your mouth. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Yes, like that. Like that, baby. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

She enclosed his head with her hands and guided him. Dino didn't need any assistance. He seemed apprised of the areas that required attention, yet complied. He gulped down the liquid treat that flowed out of her snatch. His mouth, attached feverishly to her mound, fluttered over the engorged cunt lips.

Paulette's red mane whipped his lap as she consumed large quantities of him. His cock bulged from her red lips, pulsing furiously. I saw her tongue lash that savory outgrowth until a trail of popping bubbles trickled.

Dino was able to enjoy Paulette's breathtaking worship and Marcy's juicy snatch without stopping. He seemed to thrive as the only man in that bed. His energy levels were clearly at their peak.

Marcy moaned as she heard the sucking noises between her legs. Dino made her feel good. I wished I was recipient to that tongue on a regular basis. His wisdom of the stimulation points left me woozy, just watching how he attended them.

Marcy vibrated madly. Before realizing it, she spasmed in his face. Her body jerked, meeting the rubbing tip he extended to her clit. He licked her until she shuddered with the final contractions.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, oh, that was excellent," she whispered huskily as his tongue rippled over her wet pussy. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm. Very nice."

Paulette groped his swollen member protruding through his suit. She pressed her thumb into the bulge. "Why don't you help me suck his cock? Take his big thing in your mouth. We'll see who gets to swallow his cum."

Marcy smiled lazily, then went to join her friend. She crawled between Dino's hairy legs, positioning her face by his balls. "Yeah. Let's both suck him."

"There's plenty to go around." Dino adjusted himself to accommodate their goal. He was not, however, through eating pussy. He slid on the bed until his face was positioned between Paulette's legs and her sensuous lips were within range of his stiff dick. Apparently, he wanted to check out the other girl.

Marcy was pleased by the size of his cock. "Oh, wow," she purred. "It's fucking huge! I'll never fit it all in my mouth."

"Try, baby," Dino urged. "See how much you can. Let's see you suck that big thing. Your girlfriend did."

Marcy opened her mouth and took his dick inside. Mmmmmmmmm. She sucked that thick shaft inch by inch, making it disappear between her gobbling lips. The intake excited her-I could tell from the way she shivered. She kept working him down, vibrating her tongue, feeling the large vein pulsate as she swallowed his cock. She salivated over his burgeoning length. He might have been the biggest she'd ever had. I envied her that moment. I would have loved emerging from the closet and latching onto that large member.

Dino began slurping Paulette's pussy. His tongue eased into the nectarous division of her cunt lips. He pumped her several times until Paulette squealed with joy. I watched with heart-stopping captivation as he orally pleasured her. That man knew how to tongue fuck.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," Paulette moaned. She had tried lapping his balls, but Dino's powerful laps made her lose her concentration.

"Doesn't it feel good?" Marcy asked, before filling her mouth with cock. She paused for a moment, then sucked on his dick for all she was worth.

Paulette blindly nodded, unable to get a grip on reality. Dino went down on her so perfectly, she didn't have a moment to recover.

That round of oral sex was getting me steaming. I was going out of mind, watching. I wanted to participate-yet couldn't. How could I explain my presence without placing myself in jeopardy?

Delving into my reserves, I found the strength to contain myself.

Marcy managed to give Dino four-star head. She fully utilized her oral skills at their optimum level. She sucked like a feverish hellion, her lips wrapped around his dick while dribbling saliva. His body trembled as the trickle streamed down to his balls-an area that was highly sensitive for him. She scooped them up, giving them a sweet caress.

"Christ," Dino grunted, reacting from her talent. "Oh, baby, eat my dick. Suck me, blow me good. Yeah, pump me with those hot, sucking lips. Let me fuck your face with my big cock. Yeah."

Marcy's suctioning control was set for whirlpool force. Her lips worked against his hard cock, taking in every inch and stamping it with loving approval. She opened her mouth wider when she got to the bottom. Dino's trunk was thick and could easily make an inexperienced person gag. Not Marcy-she ate him whole.

Suddenly, Dino pulled back from Paulette's cunt. His slobbering stopped. "Get on top of me, baby. I want to slide into your cunt. I want to cum in it."

His suggestion made me quiver. Dino definitely had the right equipment to complete my fantasy. His cock was going to feel good buried in her snatch. I envied Marcy and wished I could sit on it.

She withdrew her lips from his saliva-soaked dick, then mounted him. Her billowy tits hung over his sweaty face as her thighs wrapped his hips. "Mmmmmmmmm, let's put it where it belongs."

Paulette waited while Marcy stationed herself. I saw that she planned on sitting on his face while her girlfriend fucked him.

Marcy picked up her sumptuous ass and established it above his engorged cock. Dino held it in his fist, pushing the bulbous head between her sodden cunt lips. She shivered as they spread to admit its pussy-splitting width. Once secured, Dino fastened his hands about her waist, then pulled her down on him. Marcy tilted her head back as he sank into her cunt.

"Oh, God, ohhhhhhhhh. Oh, yeah, get in me, baby, get deep in me."

"Yeah," he groaned, conspicuously enjoying the way her pussy squeezed his cock. "Yeah." He plunged himself into her hot squish. "Work me up into that tight, moist snatch, baby. Let me fill your pussy."

Marcy appeared to be swooning once fully impaled. Dino dominated all the room she had to give. His balls were tucked beneath her ass. Moaning, she began to move. Up and down slowly, gasping as her cunt lips clung to his solid flesh. He throbbed, caught in her body, then eased from her slick pussy lips, only to be recaptured by her breathless descent.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, fuck me," she panted. "Fuck me, Dino, fuck me with your big cock."

Paulette could refrain herself no longer. She straddled Dino's face and pressed her moist snatch over his mouth. "Lap it up. Drink me, baby. Gulp it down. Oh, yeah. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Eat me, baby, eat me good."

Dino devoured Paulette's flavor-rich pussy. His mouth was fashioned over the glistening lips while his tongue dug into hot squish. I could practically feel him extend to those agonizing spots from her high-pitched sobs. Paulette hit those top decibels while he feverishly tongued her.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," she cried out. "Ohhhhhhhhh!"

Marcy whimpered as she was probed by the hard dick, her hips swaying in an erotic dance over his crotch. He was deeply embedded, then his thick stem slipped out of her, wet with her juices. She soaked his balls with her excitement. She willed the muscles in her pussy to clench him, giving him cunt kisses as she slid up and down his length.

She looked down at him and saw his glazed expression. He enjoyed fucking her, enjoying the scorching confines of her pussy. Of course, she would seem tight for something as large as what he had buried in her snatch. How could it be anything else?

Marcy evidently wanted it to last. It was so good, fucking Dino-I was jealous. She squeezed her tits, pinching the nipples until she cried out. Every vessel of her body appeared to tingle.

Paulette rose and fell over his face, smothering him with cunt. Her countenance intensified as she rocked madly, attempting to scale the heights of pleasure. Her tits tossed and swayed as she rode his gulping mouth. From the set of her features, he gave her a thrill that vastly differed from Marcy. He showed her how a man ate a woman.

Marcy humped him, loving the solid feel of his cock. Her hips snapped to capture all she could of him. Clamping her hands over his shoulders, she rocked back and forth, sobbing. She whipped her dark hair around her face, letting him see the happiness his stiff cock gave her.

Dino merely lay back, absorbing the unfolding seconds of the highly charged sexual activity. I would have bet many women had spent themselves on his erect cock, pouncing themselves to orgasm. He seemed comfortable in supplying a woman with what her body demanded. Watching Marcy fuck herself with his hard dick was a stirring example.

"I can't get enough of you, baby," Marcy said. "I could fuck you for days."

Dino lifted a panting Paulette from his face and grinned. "It's going to get you off big time, baby. Better than anything you can imagine."

"I want your cum to flood me."

"It will."

She shivered, dwelling over the sensations that swam through her body. "There's so much of you in my pussy. So much cock. Ohhhhhhh, it aches to cram it all in me. Ohhhhhhh."

Marcy launched into an enthusiastic stroke, pumping him with her snug cunt lips. She probably willed herself into a vise, exerting sweet pressure, if only to expedite the moment of spurting relief.

"You're going to make me cum," Dino groaned, twisting beneath her, unable to return his mouth his Paulette's snatch. "I'm going to shoot."

"Yes," Marcy moaned, slamming down. "I want you to explode."

"Yeah," Dino closed his eyes, then went tense. "Ugghhhh, uggghhhhhhhh."

Marcy's mouth dropped. Her pussy was likely filling with his cum. She fucked down on him while he spasmed, getting closer to orgasm herself. Dino remained hard, allowing her the chance to get off. She humped him fast and steady, each thrust bringing her within reach.

"Ohhhhhhh!" The blood rushed to her face. Electricity probably flowed through her body, crackling in her snatch. "Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh!"

She jerked, her ass bucking as she contracted. It took all the energy she possessed to keep from flying off him. It was a mind-blowing orgasm.

Dino pulled Paulette back onto his mouth and finished her off. I saw her sumptuous ass buck and jerk as he speared her hot squish with his satisfying tongue. Paulette shut her eyes and went into a loud, writhing orgasm.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" she wailed. "Ohhhhhhhhh! Oh, yes! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Immediately after Paulette slumped next to him, her voluptuous body dropping from lack of strength, another person entered David's bedroom: Angelo Brancatto.

"What the fuck are you doing, messing with these bitches?" he barked at Dino. "Get them out of here. We've got work to do."

Marcy roused from her powerful climax. "Hey, you're not supposed to be here."

"Yeah, what is this?" Paulette demanded to know. "Where's David? He was supposed to meet us."

Angelo displayed no patience in answering their questions. "Pick your ass up and make it snappy."

"Fuck you," Marcy spat.

Angelo seized her by the wrist and yanked her out of bed. She shrilled at the action. "Don't give me shit, baby, or you'll be sorry."

I trembled from within the closet. Angelo hadn't gotten rough with me. If anything, he was gentle. Witnessing that demonstration of vehemence merely proved David's cautioning words. I feared him all over again.

Paulette respected Angelo's dismissal. Not wishing to be jerked from bed, she voluntarily hopped to her feet. Marcy, trembling, slipped into her clothes without uttering another syllable. After a few moments, they were gone.

"Sorry, boss," Dino muttered sheepishly. "Guess I couldn't help myself."

"That's because you let your dick think for you," he growled. "Come on. Kirkwood brought his files home. We have to search the place. We can't let them fall into anyone else's hands."

Bile nearly rose from my throat. What was going to happen to me when they opened the closet and found me hiding?

Oh, God! I fretted. Oh, God!

CHAPTER SIX

A cold sweat oozed from more pores as Angelo and Dino set about their search for the missing files. They went through David's drawers, cabinets and other closets. It was only a matter of time before they threw back the door and saw me standing there.

I prayed it wasn't soon!

"Where the hell did he stick them?" Angelo growled. "I've already gone through his downtown office, and haven't found a thing. He must have taken them with him."

"The boys can't locate him?" Dino inquired.

"No. He split yesterday-after I talked with him. He was against defending us. He knows about the money we've been laundering. He's also aware of the extortion that's been recently occurring. He said he couldn't consciously represent us and hide our core business-that it would damage his reputation as well as his firm's."

"He didn't have a problem pocketing the dough we fronted him. Lawyers like him don't listen to new clients unless you have the bucks to show."

Angelo sighed. "He gave it all back-stuffed it in an envelope and tossed it in my mailbox. He wants nothing to do with us. What bothers me is that he didn't return our depositions. I have reason to believe he's handing those over to the cops. We've got to find him-or those documents."

"What if we just find the paperwork?" Dino proposed.

There was a distinct pause. "That all depends on his frame of mind. I already told the big guy how I preferred to handle it."

I bit my bottom lip and attempted to regulate my breathing. The second I made a peep, they would know I had eavesdropped on their conversation. I honestly didn't want to hear another incriminating statement. The more they said, the worse of a predicament I was in.

How could I have fucked somebody so corrupt, so evil? Apart from the fact Angelo was devilishly handsome and sexually awesome, I should have opposed the urge that ransacked my emotions. There was no changing the regrettable past. I had made a mistake.

My biggest worry was them finding me. I couldn't permit that to happen. Unfortunately, there was no escape route from David's closet. I was effectively trapped and defenseless. Even if I tried to make a mad dash for the front door, they could have tackled me before I reached the elevator station.

My heart raced to the point of danger as I saw them return to the bedroom to conduct their inspection. Fortunately, it hadn't been their first choice, but my time grew shorter as they started through his drawers. Perspiration trickled from my flesh. I was scared silly.

"Maybe we'd better try his office again," Dino suggested after rifling through another drawer of clothes. "I don't see anything."

Angelo slammed a cabinet shut. "I already did that."

"Weren't any of his files locked?"

"Sure. But since when did that stop me? I got into this place. Actually, I already did a first pass a while ago, but came up empty-handed. That's when I stopped and went looking for you. Good thing I came back, eh? If I hadn't, you'd be having a marathon with those two babes."

Dino chuckled. "They were pretty hot. To tell you the truth, I could have gone for some more."

"Forget it. We've got a job to do." He paused. "You know, there was a room at the office I didn't try. Why don't we take a ride downtown and check it out?"

"Sure you don't want to wrap up here?"

"Nah. I already tore it apart. He didn't leave a thing here, that's for sure. Come on. We'll go out the back way. I don't want that doorman to catch me again. He started asking questions."

I waited until I heard the front door close before I emptied my lungs of stale air. Oh, God! Those guys terrified the hell out of me. I was lucky they didn't examine the closet. I stepped out, my legs exceptionally wobbly. I sank onto the bed and exhaled several times.

I knew I should have called the police, but didn't. I had no way of substantiating what I'd heard. Nothing tangible was accessible to me. Besides, Angelo hadn't left a trail of blood; everything was implied.

David's mysterious whereabouts were another factor I weighed. I didn't think it cool to blow the whistle without running through the facts with him. As far as I knew, David might already haven taken steps to protect himself from injury and implication. Furthermore, he had to be prudent how he unveiled the material he had. Lawyers that turned evidence against their clients gambled with being disbarred. I doubted David wanted to risk his license to practice law at the expense of exposing Angelo's corrupt activities.

I invested far too much of myself to involve the police. If I was going to solve the riddle of David's disappearance and those elusive documents, I had to operate without police interference.

I scanned my memory of David's usual weekend haunts. I helped schedule some of his leisure activities, so I was commonly apprised of his stomping grounds. One place they might not have considered that immediately popped in my head was the Lakeshore Club. David periodically spent the weekend there for rest and relaxation during an unusually intense case. I thought about phoning to see if he was there, then halted. The management wouldn't provide that kind of information. One of the Lakeshore Club's membership benefits was exclusivity. They respected their members' need for privacy.

They knew who I was, however, and had allowed me to enter the premises to bring things to David.

Going alone wasn't something I was open to trying again. Venturing to his apartment had been much too unnerving to attempt a second time. I wanted company, feeling there was safety in numbers.

I called Wendy. Her sleepy voice drifted over the line. "Oh-hi, Kate. I just rolled out of bed. Wow, what I night I had. I picked up a really cute guy-"

"We don't have time for that. I need you to meet me in front of my building in a half-hour."

"Why? Is something wrong?"

"I'll fill you in later."

Nina wasn't as easy to persuade. She sounded as though she was in the middle of sex with whomever had shared her bed that night. "You caught me at a bad time," she whispered. "Can I call you back?"

"Be in front of my building in a half-hour."

"I don't think I'll be finished by then."

"It's really important," I tersely mentioned.

Nina hesitated. "Kate, are you in trouble?"

"I'll explain everything."

* * *

One thing I had to say about my girlfriends was they could be counted upon in a crisis situation. Both of them arrived promptly, bearing puzzled expressions. I was extremely glad to see them. Those moments spent in that closet had been a frightening-and stimulating-experience.

Looking back, each encounter with Angelo Brancatto was a mixture of apprehension and arousal. I began to wonder if the combination wasn't my undoing.

Wendy motioned for me to enter her car. She had picked up Nina, who seemed equally stumped by my cryptic plea. "Okay, Kate. Exactly what the fuck is going on?"

"Yes," Nina demanded. "What's happened."

"Plenty." I spilled the beans to the both of them, from my Saturday afternoon rendezvous at the office, to the pulse-racing cruise with Angelo in his sports car and after hours fun at my apartment-to that afternoon's closet-peeking adventure. By the time I finished, they were positively stunned.

"Whew! That beats anything we've ever crowed about at the bar," Wendy declared. "Jesus, Kate-you've been fucking a gangster!"

"Talk about dangerous thrills, you take the cake," Nina whistled.

"But how are you going to prove this to the authorities?" Wendy asked. "Everything seems so inconclusive. I mean, there's no witnesses. And if you can't find David-"

"I have no intention of going to the police," I announced. "We're going to pool our resources and find David ourselves."

"What?" Nina squawked. "You're nuts! I don't want those guys after my ass."

"David's going to have to straighten this without us," Wendy maintained. "You can't expect us to stick our necks out to help him."

"We can't abandon him," I petitioned. "These guys are after him. Who knows what they plan on doing once they catch him. Do you want to be responsible for not taking action?"

"Then we ought to notify the police," Nina insisted. "It seems smarter and a hell of a lot safer."

"Yeah," Wendy chimed in. "Why leave the job to amateurs?"

I shook my head. "Where's your sense of adventure? Don't you feel challenged?" I saw I was getting nowhere with them-their stubborn demeanor was showing. I took a fresh approach. "It's not as though we don't get off on accepting some risks. If my memory serves me correctly, some of the tales we've spun at the bar had their roots in the unknown, the daring, the unspeakable."

"That's different," Nina sassed. "Those men weren't outlaws."

"Oh, yeah?" I countered. "How do you know they weren't bank robbers, or hijackers-or even hired assassins?"

Wendy sighed. "She's got a point."

"None of them seemed like that," Nina defended.

"Angelo didn't-at first," I pointed out. "And neither did Dino. Both were hot-blooded Italians with the biggest dicks I ever saw."

My description appeared to make their mouths dry. I saw more than just a flicker of interest.

"Come on, let's have ourselves some real fun," I said. "What we've done in the past was no great shakes. You have to travel the fast lane to get to the wild side."

Wendy and Nina slowly turned to one another, trying to find a loophole in my argument. My lips curved as no reverse reasoning surfaced.

The Lakeshore Club was packed. I thought the entire Chicago population had invaded its turf.

Studs of every variety congregated amid its stunning backdrop of Lake Michigan and the downtown area, which were revealed via a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows along its side. The Lakeshore Club, located on several floors of a high-rise building, offered state-of-the-art physical conditioning equipment, swimming pool, gymnasium, racket ball and tennis courts and fine dining facilities. The upper floors were hotel rooms provided to its guests on accommodation.

I had no problem getting us through the first few levels. We scouted the tennis and racquet ball courts, the gym and the swimming pool. David was at none of these.

"You don't even know if he came here for sure," Nina said through a forced smile while two men in tight T-shirts and athletic shorts walked by and winked at her.

"We're wasting our time," Wendy murmured as a stud with sweat pouring down his face nodded at her from the far side of the room.

"Well-riot entirely," Nina conceded, who seemed to be enjoying the attention she generated.

I was inclined to agree. I saw no proof of David's staying at the club. He could be in one of the many apartments, for all I knew.

Just as we were about to give up, I saw Brian Franklin, one of the other lawyers from Pemberton and Lakes. I wondered if he had seen

David around, and figured we could ask him.

What I had forgotten about was that Wendy had a brief fling with him. Indicating him inserted an idea in her head, particularly when we watched him enter the sauna.

"Oh, yes, Brian," Wendy mused. "It's been a while."

"Didn't he have a nice cock?" Nina prompted.

"He sure does," she giggled.

"Let's follow him and see if he knows where David is," I suggested.

The smirks on the girls faces told me that they might not care about David's whereabouts as much as cornering a towel-waisted Brian. From what we'd seen, he wasn't wearing much else.

Entering that sauna was impossible without slipping out of our clothes. Fortunately, the Lakeshore Club was coed. Having both men and women in a single area wasn't surprising. We strategically knotted towels around our middles-some of us more seductively than others. I wasn't looking to get laid, so mine was tucked securely about my body. Nina and Wendy made sure plenty of cleavage was showing.

We stepped through the haze and found him. Brian was a huge guy, with a body of solid muscle. He appeared to be meditating amid the steam, as though erasing the anxieties of recent stress-related incidents.

Other than Brian and ourselves, there was nobody else in the sauna.

Wendy, directing us, indicated we settle around him. We were quiet, padding our feet. Her mischievous smile signified her course of action. She quietly sat on the bench beside him, then lowered her tongue to his ear. Expertly, she flicked his lobe.

Brian's eyes popped open. Gradually, he focused on each of us.

"Wendy? Kate? Nina? What brings you here?" he asked, eventually overcoming his surprise.

"We stopped by and saw you," Nina explained.

"Mmmmmm," Wendy purred, running her hand over Brian's hairy chest. "We certainly did."

I pondered a way of asking him about David without rousing his suspicion. I didn't want to come right out and question him. Extracting that bit of information had to be cleverly done. It appeared the girls had the situation well under control. The erotic pattern of Wendy's hand and the meaningful glances Nina gave lured Brian into the proper frame. Brian didn't seem the least bothered by our intrusion, nor embarrassed that girls from the office saw him solely clad in a towel. He took pride in his toned body.

"You girls come here much?" he inquired.

"We would if we knew you did," Nina murmured, kneeling before him.

Wendy joined her on the floor. They were surrounded by his muscle-hewn thighs. The towel hiked up, almost exposing the more personal sections of his anatomy. "Seems like a fun place to me."

"It sure is," he mentioned, watching the path of her fluttering hand.

Wendy traced a finger along the misshapen lump at his crotch. "Mmmmmm. Something here is jogging my memory."

Those two went faster than I could follow. "I'll bet you didn't think anybody you knew was here."

"I've seen a few familiar faces," he alluded. "Oh?" I prompted.

"Something sure is familiar," Wendy giggled. Her laughter was husky and sensual. She smoothed her palm over his lap, lingering at the bulge. "Mmmmmmm. Wonderfully familiar, I might add."

"You haven't forgotten, eh?" he muttered, visually enjoying her probe-and neglecting where we left off in our conversation.

Nina caressed his thigh. "I'm sorry I never got to know you better, Brian. You sure look nice." She intentionally brushed him with her tit.

"No reason why you can't," he chuckled.

I felt somewhat upstaged by my horny entourage, yet couldn't blame them. Brian was an indisputable hunk. He had my mouth watering, too. I momentarily set aside my concern for David to gaze at him. I indulged myself to the fullest.

Lawyers were certainly oversexed.

Wendy took the initiative. She undid the knot of his towel and opened it for us. We saw Brian's semi-hard cock waiting to be manipulated. "Oh, yes. It's everything I remembered-and more." She fondled his balls, running over them gently. They were enlarged, tight in the sac. "We need to work with it for a moment, Nina."

Nina shifted restlessly. Her cunt was likely soaked with juice, her clit throbbing for release. "Oh, yeah. You mean, it gets bigger?"

""Much bigger," Wendy promised.

"Ohhhhhhhh." Brian's toned body definitely appealed to her. Her eye roved over it, absorbing the muscular contours, the dark fur covering it. She was attracted to dark-haired men. Brian was exactly her type.

Wendy put her tongue on his cock, then went down its length with feline movements. The action sped up my pulse. I couldn't believe Wendy would give head to a former boyfriend before our very eyes in a public area. Somebody could have easily walked into the sauna and discovered us panting over him.

"Uh, Wendy," I interrupted, "don't you think we ought to be doing this in a more private setting?"

"Mmmmmmm," Wendy groaned, going over his balls. She took one into her mouth, then turned so Nina was furnished an unobstructed view. "Mmmmmm."

Nina glanced at Brian. He peered at her hungrily, as though waiting for a sample of her lick. "How does he taste?"

"You ought to see for yourself," she said after curling around the head and leaving a line of snapping bubbles. "There's nothing like firsthand experience."

Brian seemed thoroughly in his element, inviting either Nina or me to participate.

When Wendy reached the top of his cock, she parted her lips and sucked him inside them. Her mouth clamped upon his male flesh. I watched on as Wendy bobbed her head up and down, urging his dick to react.

Brian groaned, finally glancing down to see what was taking place between his legs. "Oh, yeah, baby. Suck it. Play around with it. Use that tongue."

I swallowed hard as I saw his cock grow in Wendy's mouth. It thickened and stretched, awakening from her moist strokes. Wendy never slackened in her efforts, packing it in, set on proving to Nina how naturally he answered to her. Gazing at Brian's thing, I couldn't resist comparing him to Angelo. Angelo easily matched him in size, possibly surpassing him.

As Wendy swallowed Brian, I thought back to when I'd performed that very act on Angelo and how much he enjoyed it. I could practically feel his cock pulsating between my lips, the large vein throbbing as I titillated him with my tongue. And then later, when he made me sit on him, feeling all ten-and-a-half inches push up inside me had been sweet torment. Oh God!

Wendy took her mouth away from Brian's cock, allowing us to see it in its erect state. Nina gasped aloud as she saw the trail of spittle clinging to the bulbous head, running down the stiff column. "Want to try for a while?" she offered. "Go ahead. Have some."

My heart hammered strongly in my chest as I hesitated. I would have liked sucking Brian's cock-but there wasn't time for it And yet, Brian's big thing loomed, tormenting me. It would be so simple to take advantage.

Nina, panting, seemed to be the recruited one.

"Go ahead," Wendy whispered to Nina, caressing her bare back. Her fingers skimmed her naked flesh. The towel began to slip again, but Nina wasn't of the mind to care. ."Suck him. Don't you want to taste him for yourself? You'll have to open wide, because he's so thick. But you can do it. I know you can." She raked her nails delicately across her back. "I know you want to."

As if she hadn't seduced her into obeying, she pushed Nina's head down. Automatically, Nina took him into her mouth, tasting Wendy's saliva pouring over his quivering meat. It was sweet and forbidden, and made my pussy drench with horniness.

"Go down farther," Wendy instructed, moving behind her.

She couldn't see her girlfriend, but she groaned at her touch. Her tongue extended to trace its heavy span. She knew exactly where to go, which places accentuated the mood.

Oh, God! I was soaking with juice now, my snatch turning to liquid fire. Her mouth worked feverishly, sucking Brian. She sank onto his stiff member, groaning in descent. As her lips lowered to his throbbing base, his head probably brushed against the back of her throat.

"Christ," Brian groaned aloud, his eyes blinking. He stared down at Nina's face, his cock consumed by her soft mouth, her eyes glazed with desire. From behind, he saw Wendy unwrapping the towel from her body, revealing her nice set of tits, her ass. His flesh rose in temperature, making him writhe. "You want to suck me, baby?" he gasped, looking satisfied from her fierce suction. "You want me in your mouth?"

Nina, delirious from Wendy's skillful ministrations, simply nodded.

Seeing my girlfriend in action was quite a turn-on. When we discussed having sex at the bar, I loved it, but an eyewitness encounter was infinitely better.

"Uhhhhh," he moaned, "that feels good. Oh, yeah, suck it. Suck it hard. Blow me. I always wondered what it would be like to have a few girls work on me. Ahhhhhh. I love it. Lick my cock up and down. I want to feel it go down your throat."

Before Nina could respond to his command, Wendy inserted a finger into her cunt. She shivered as it sank into her squishy pink flesh, rubbing against her hot clit. She whimpered with Brian jammed in her mouth, vibrating his hard cock.

"He likes what you're doing," Wendy murmured. "Make him cum in your mouth. Suck him deeper, farther."

Nina submitted to her instruction. She lavished his dick with her oral warmth, butting her tongue up against its inviting pulse. Her saliva streamed down its side, dampening is balls. She tucked her thumbs under the heavy flesh of his sac, taunting its contents.

Brian was going out of his mind. He rolled his head from one side to the other, disbelieving the pleasure she gave him with her suckable lips. "Never knew you wanted it," he moaned. "But now that you've got it, don't stop-not even for a second."

Nina had complete power over him, controlling his enjoyment with a stroke of her lips. She mouthed him fiercely, letting him feel the joy of her expertise. She filled herself with as much of him as she could. Her developed style enabled her to gorge upon the largest dick without choking.

Just as she was about to finish him off and let the jism explode inside her throat, Wendy's tongue slithered at her clit. Hot waves of desire flooded her, sending her into ecstasy. Again and again the lash of her limber tongue met with the juicy flesh between her legs, causing her to shudder. Wendy licked her thoroughly, deeply, probing into her cunt. Hot, delicious sensation visibly gripped her.

I tried to get a grip on myself. All that sucking and licking took its toll on me. "Too bad you don't have a buddy around here to share the wealth, huh?"

"I should have dragged David in here with me," he grunted.

David! "Oh, is he here?" I asked in a casual manner.

Brian nodded, observing Wendy eating Nina's pussy. I, too, was a little shocked by her abrupt appetite, but in the heat of the moment, it didn't seem that unusual. He moved his groin, plunging his cock farther into the recesses of Nina's throat. Nina moaned as she took his thing, then got her pussy sucked. He pumped her mouth, making sure she ate as much of him as she could.

"Take more," he urged, thrusting between her slippery lips. "Take more of my dick. Suck it."

He trembled, then held her head while he worked another inch into her mouth. "You really know what you're doing, don't you, baby? Uhhhhhh, swallow me, suck me. Ahhhhhh, does that feel good, baby. I want to shoot my wad down your sweet throat."

Wendy undulated between Nina's silken thighs, gasping as she slurped her pussy. I wasn't sure if she ever sampled a woman's cunt before, or even had the slightest curiosity about it. Somehow Nina got her juices going, and taking a lick at her snatch seemed acceptable to both parties. She lapped her gently, concentrating on the swollen bud that trickled endlessly on her tongue. Ohhhhhhh! She gleaned it of every drop, thrilling to her feverish response.

Watching her mouth latch onto Brian and suck his cock got me creaming. I shivered as Wendy lapped her, visually delighting in each lick. Pure honey exuded from her pussy. She groaned, eating it.

Nina halted in the middle of sucking, letting Brian's dick fall from her mouth. She gasped loudly, unable to focus on giving him head with Wendy's fabulous tongue sending her into orbit. She moved her groin in rhythm with the thorough lashes her girlfriend gave, wanting more of it. "Oh, God, Wendy, eat me, eat me good. Please, it feels fucking great the way you do it. More, suck my pussy. Slurp my cunt. Ohhhhhhhhh. I love it."

"Brian, do you know where David is?" I asked, trying to maintain my concentration. My girlfriends did an excellent job steering my focus.

"He's upstairs, in his room," he blurted before getting absorbed by Nina's mouth.

"Do you know the number?"

My question wasn't immediately answered. Brian looked scorched by the girls' sizzling performance. His cock bulged with excitement as he watched Nina getting sucked. Now that she was kneeling between his legs, showing him how good she could suck cock, he enjoyed something that had probably been in the back of his head. He covered one of her stiff nipples with his thumb. Instantly, it reacted to his touch. She was pretty hot at the moment, probably ready to cum.

Wendy was getting Nina prepared to peak. I'd heard how skilled she was with her tongue, having listened endlessly to her accomplishments. Watching Nina moan like that, twisting her ass, sinking her snatch right onto Wendy's face, only made sense to me. She was getting an expert lap job.

In particular, her flouncing tits captured my attention. Staring at their plumpness, I'd salivated over that luscious cleavage, and more than once, dreamed of sucking on them.

Brian, on the same frequency, reached for them, running his thumbs over the nipples. "Oh, yeah, they're so soft, baby." His cock throbbed all the more. A current of excitement easily speared through him. Christ, she was so fucking hot. He had to have more.

I fingered myself, unable to resist. My digit slid inside my pussy as I gazed at them locked in pleasure.

"Come here," he muttered, indifferent to Nina's preoccupied expression. Wendy inserted her tongue yet further into delectable corners of Nina's pussy. She was obviously creaming from seriously licking. Her lips formed into a tormented circle. He pulled her toward him until her boobs were practically hanging in his lap. He carefully wrapped them around his swollen shaft. "Ahhhhhh, so soft-so fucking soft and moist with sweat."

Nina's body jerked suddenly as Wendy discovered a pocket of ecstasy with her roving tip, then shivered violently as she covered her love button with a series of fast licks. With her tits secured about Brian's thing, he groaned from her vibrations. Nina watched through barely focused eyes his intense expression as he throbbed in her slimy clutch. He fucked through her bosomy wrap, fitting his cock into the fleshy nook. There wasn't the time to accent her abilities toward heightening his pleasure. Wendy's luscious tongue stroked her clit in too distracting a manner. She was so close to cumming now, the sensations inundating her warm flesh.

"Suck her harder," Brian ordered. "Make her cum."

"Uhhhhhh."

"Go ahead, baby, she's gonna do it." He threw his head back against the tiles and gasped, overcome by the slippery friction between her tits. He summoned the discipline to observe Nina's orgasm. His hands never left her boobs, hugging them firmly to his cock. "That's it, baby. I want to watch you. I want to see it happen."

Nina shut her eyes and shuddered as the seizure hit. Her cunt went ablaze, wringing its juices onto Wendy's tongue. "God," she moaned, "Oh, Jesus Christ!" Her temple pounded as her body was repeatedly assaulted by the delightful rush. She pressed her cunt lips down on Wendy's face, then rubbed them to her nose and mouth as the contractions grew in severity. I knew it felt fucking great smearing her cheeks with her sweet drippings.

Nina completely forgot it was Wendy with whom she was participating in an orgy of madness, giving a creamy facial. Nina, to my knowledge, hadn't ever had sex with her, choosing the mystery of strangers. It hardly mattered now-not when she considered the unrelenting pleasure she received.

I had more than enough of that mind-blowing session to last me a lifetime. "Brian, what's

David's room number? I'll get him and we can party together."

"Seven-forty-five," he managed while accelerating his thrusts. I saw that he was about to cum. His face was red with desire as he pushed his cock through the bottleneck of flesh, grunting in satisfaction.

"Oh, yeah," Nina moaned. "Oh, yeah."

"Uhhhhhhhhh" he uttered.

Quickly, Nina released his dick from her tits, then covered it fully with her mouth. Her lips slid down his pulsing length just before he erupted.

"Swallow," he grunted, pressing down on her head. "Swallow, ugghhhhhh."

Nina was about to obey his command when she felt Wendy shift beneath her, then materialize at her side. A second later, her mouth was filled with gooey jism jerking out of his cock. Its dense, salty flavor gushed onto her tongue. She'd always loved the taste of cum.

"Swallow it," he groaned, stroking her mouth with his shaft.

Though surprised by the amount he had, she waited until the last of it was unleashed. Without missing a beat, she moved to Wendy, who opened her mouth and held out her tongue. The two of them joined in a passionate kiss, Nina transferring Brian's gift until it spilled from the corners of their lips, down their chins-even splattering their tits.

My girlfriends didn't believe in wasting perfectly good jism.

Brian was still shuddering from orgasm and running his fist up and down his cock when he saw the girls slobbering his cum. He stroked himself, making his thing stay stiff, staring at them.

"Mmmmmm," Wendy whimpered, sampling Brian's cream in Nina's mouth. Finally, per his earlier request, she swallowed it.

"Ahhhhhh," Nina gasped, saving some of the jism for herself. She enjoyed the play of Wendy's tongue. "Uhhhhhhh, mmmmmm."

Wendy gulped down what was left of Brian in her mouth, then proceeded to lap at Nina's tits to retrieve the rest. As her tongue met with her nipple, a new flood of excitement began to build.

Brian nodded to her, working his cock with his hand, as Nina descended between Wendy's legs. It seemed only natural to reciprocate her girlfriend's delicious performance.

Nina spread Wendy's cunt lips as though she'd done it a thousand times, then dove to the task. Her clitoris was pulsating, a glistening nub amidst pink flesh. She lavished it with her tongue, feeling Wendy shiver in furious response. A heavy juice spewed from her slot, only to be absorbed with another flick. Sampling Wendy's cunt in raw form, with her tongue firmly planted, provided her with a sweet surprise.

"Mmmmmmmm!"

Brian continued to play with his dick, enjoying the private show the girls staged for him. "Want to join us, Kate? Or are you going to get David?"

"I think you have too many women to handle," I said.

"Not a chance. I can handle it-believe me."

Wendy undulated and writhed on the floor, slithering as she was eaten. "Ohhhhhhhhh," she murmured, clawing at the carpet. She watched Brian's bare ankle just inches away, then snatched it. She clutched it, moaning as she did, feeling its solid texture in contrast to the velvety softness of Nina's tongue.

Brian, jolted by Wendy's seizure, jerked his cock in his hand. It was as though her ecstasy were transferred to him through her touch. Each shake, each quiver was communicated to him through her passionate squeeze. He yanked his dick even harder, letting his stimulation climb.

"Jesus," Wendy cried, twisting on the floor, overwhelmed by Nina's progressive strokes. She draped her thighs about Nina's head, digging her heels into her back as she emitted a guttural sound deep in her throat. Nina slurped with fevered yearning, slathering her cunt until it hummed with joy.

Wendy dug her fingers into Brian's flesh, alerting him to her excited state. Beneath compact muscle, she discerned his tremble.

Amassing sensations and images, Wendy let the tentacles of orgasm enclose her. The irresistible fluttering that initially took possession of her groin spread through her delirious self. Nina sucked her cunt, eating it with an energy that never lagged.

"You're going to make me cum," she gasped, her face flushed, then looked above. Brian was rising to his feet, masturbating furiously. His cock looked ready to explode. "Oh, God," she whimpered, gritting her teeth.

At that precise moment, his cum spilled over her face in tandem with his hoarse grunts.

"Arrrgghhhhh," Brian groaned, showering her with his load. "Oh, fuck, fuck."

Nina pressed her face into the squishy folds of Wendy's snatch, experiencing her orgasm. Just before she climaxed, Wendy had oozed all over her face.

As the last of Brian's fluid dropped on Wendy, he fell back on the bench with an exhaustive plop.

Nina caressed the silky flesh of Wendy's thighs, dipping her fingers into the sensitive area around her cunt. She exchanged an intimate look with Wendy, who smiled.

I took my leave on that note. I had David's room number and was hot on his trail.

I only hoped Angelo Brancatto wasn't there first.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Despite the widely occupied corridors of the Lakeshore Club, I was hardly noticed getting to the seventh floor. The upper part of the building was quieter and designed for the members' comfort.

The long, cavernous hallway seemed a little too quiet. A sudden chill took possession of me. I hurried to David's room, unable to rid myself of that foreboding sensation.

David's room was at the end of the dimly lit hall. I knocked at the door. "David? Are in you there?"

Silence prevailed. I tired of standing in front of doors, searching for signs of life. I had, however, invested a great deal of time locating David and couldn't abandon my investigation-no matter what the cost.

I knocked again, then turned the knob. Once again, I was stunned by the fact the door was unlocked. Dread immediately mounted from within. I considered making a dash back to the elevators and rounding up the girls, but they were with Brian and not likely to accompany me.

I bit my bottom lip and proceeded into David's room. No sooner had 1 thrown back the door, I saw him sprawled across his stomach on the bed.

"David!" I squealed, happy to find him and not Angelo. "Oh, God, I've been so worried about you." I went over to the bed and sat on the edge. "Are you okay?"

David remained motionless.

I shook him, unable to rouse him. A closer examination revealed a gash on the side of his head and blood staining his pillow.

"David! Jesus!" I tried to roll him onto his back, but he was too enormous for me to manage. "What have they done to you, David?"

The door to the bathroom opened and Angelo Brancatto stepped into the room. A gun was in his hand. "Not too much, baby. A love tap was all I gave him." That devilish grin was securely in place.

I stared at his weapon, then at those dark, flashing eyes. "Will he be okay?"

He shrugged. "He'll be out cold for a spell." He ended his study of him and advanced toward me. "You know why I was after him, don't you?"

I couldn't lie-no matter how hard I tried. Having a gun pointed in my direction affected my ability to deceive him. I nodded. "You're after his case files."

Angelo tilted his head at a briefcase positioned by the foot of the bed. "He had them here. Sure saved me a whole lot of trouble." He exhaled. "That sly bastard was going to turn those over to the prosecutor. We wouldn't have stood a chance. He would have put me and the rest of my buddies in the slammer. He thought he could hide, but we outfoxed him. The idiot left his appointment book right on his desk. We were right on his tail."

My heart pounded wildly. "What are you going to do?"

"What do you think, doll?"

I had trouble breathing. I thought I was going to pass out, the fear was so tremendous. "Are you going to kill me, too?"

"I haven't figured that part out. You were a pretty good lay. I loved jammin' you."

There was no chance for escape. Angelo blocked my path. Screaming wouldn't have prevented him from pulling the trigger-although I wasn't convinced he would. I had to outwit him, but in a way that made sense.

"You know," I said softly, playing on his interest in me, "there's no reason we can't work something out. I wouldn't mind being with you on a permanent basis.

"Oh?"

Very slowly, I spread my legs apart. If there was anything men enjoyed, it was sweet reversal: from cold to hot. I was quite good at selling that.

The skirt I wore didn't conceal much. My hand swept down my lush body and went to my pussy. My touch was electric. I canceled all thoughts of my predicament and tried to remember what it had been like the first time we were together. I deleted the image of David's unconscious figure behind me, if only to save us both. I sobbed as the currents flowed through me. Ohhhhhhhhhh.

"Oh, yeah, baby," I moaned. "Come get it. Do whatever you want to me. Please."

I understood Angelo's thirst. He wanted his mouth on my pussy as greatly as I longed for his suck. The message silently communicated, I held my arms out to him. Very slowly, he placed his gun beside me, then scooped my ass with his large, branching fingers. I bared my cunt for his ready tongue. I sank down on the bed, pushing myself to that wriggling tip.

"Ohhhhhh!" I cried, unprepared for the pure sweetness of meeting. A flurry of sensations hummed through my body. My ass slammed to the bed, then came back for more. I couldn't resist that ferocious tip. "Oh, yes. Lick me. Lick my pussy. Ohhhhhh. Suck on it."

Angelo, pleased by my reaction, was eager to obey. His tongue dabbed at the swollen clit, separating the heavy lips with butterfly activity. Angelo took pleasure in eating me. He swallowed my juices as they flowed from my warm crevice. He cupped my trembling buttocks and held my tasty cunt to his face. Mmmmmm.

I was barely conscious of the gun. I knew it was close-I could practically seize it while he slobbered me. I had to be careful not to swipe it prematurely and raise his anger. Angelo might not have forgiven a simple double-cross.

I couldn't believe how long Angelo went down on me. Didn't he need to come up for air? Part of me didn't want that incredible agitation to stop. That quality of cunt-lapping wasn't readily available. A single flick of my love button brought more fireworks galore. Involuntarily, I thrust my snatch at Angelo's mouth in wild abandon.

"Ohhhhhhh. More. Lick it."

Angelo couldn't get enough of my tangy flavor. His tongue speared through hot tissue, then drained what essence he could. The whips he took at my juicy flesh were executed with the intention of making me cum. I was scarcely able to take much more of his mouth-of that I was certain.

My hand swept across the bedding, searching blindly for the gun. I had to grab it-it was my only chance. All at once, my finger brushed the butt. I prepared to entirely enclose it when Angelo's tongue swooped down and entered my pussy.

"Ohhhhhh!" I cried out, jerking back my head. Involuntarily, my thighs locked around his head and I arched my back. I couldn't concentrate on confiscating his gun and turning it against him. He fucked me with his tongue so sweetly, I was in orbit.

"Mmmmmmmmm," he growled, oblivious to foiling my plan. He sounded as though he thoroughly enjoyed what he ate. "Mmmmmm."

I sensed all this ecstasy was about to end as Angelo's tip stirred me to the highest level. Orgasm was fast approaching; in another moment, it would all be over.

"Are you going to cum, baby?" Angelo asked between licks.

"Yes. Ohhhhhhh. Oh, God. Faster. Harder." My fingers gripped him. "Jesus. Feels so good. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Oh, yes! I'm-I'm cumming! Ohhhhh!"

No amount of bracing could have prepared me for the joy I achieved. The convulsion I went into was almost crippling in power. Ohhhhhh.

Angelo put his mouth over mine and gave me the most stirring kiss imaginable. Our tongues twirled together so incredibly, I couldn't think straight. It was as though David's unconscious figure wasn't laying prone on the other side of the bed. After stirring me into a frenzy, he whispered in my ear. "You were a naughty girl, weren't you, Kate?"

"What do you mean?" I sighed, shivering.

"I saw what you just tried to do-with my gun."

I closed my eyes. I didn't want to face that accusatory gaze. I couldn't lie to him-so I refused to admit the truth.

He ground himself to my mound while we lay together. I felt his cock swell. The front of his pants filled with the size of his substantial member.

"You would betray me in a blink," he muttered softly. "I could never trust you, baby."

He was neither gruff, nor casual. I had to counter his negative thoughts. I didn't spare a moment. My hands worked to free him of constraint. His pants were unbuckled and his hard dick was enclosed. I could feel his tremors as I ran my fist over that solid thing. Mmmmmmm. He was like a rock.

"God, it looks so good," I sighed, stroking him. I wanted to suck it and swallow his cum. I wanted to sit on him and fuck myself with that huge cock.

Angelo eased himself out of my hand and took to fondling his dick. His shaft burgeoning through his fist. "No."

I dreaded rejection. "I want you now-this very minute. I'm hungry for you."

Angelo gazed impassively at me. My tits hung out of my blouse, the pink nipples exposed. The excitement they reflected wasn't lost upon him. He knew of my arousal. He realized he could satisfy me with the least amount of effort. I required only having my clit brushed to bring me to orgasm. It was simple enough to ease me from torment.

While fondling his dick, he used the other hand to clasp my ass-cheeks. He squeezed my firm flesh with interest.

"Ohhhhhhh," I moaned, welcoming his touch. I hoped he was about to succumb to my offer. My knees trembled in anticipation.

I had to erase the gun-appropriating incident-and I had to buy time. Somebody had to stumble upon us in those next few moments, I rationalized.

Angelo's hand traced my curvaceous buttocks, delving along the crack and pausing at my asshole. The tension I exerted reflected teeming excitement. He dipped lower and slipped a finger into my cunt. He felt it get swallowed in gelatinous tissue.

"Yes," I gasped, arching my hips to meet its arrival. My entrance was moist and receptive.

Angelo pumped his digit in my snatch, tugging at the clinging walls and gaining some of its creamy content. He massaged my clit with his palm. I became agitated with the mounting friction his probing finger caused. Pussy juice made me wet and penetrable. My woman smell pierced his nostrils. He inhaled with hunger.

The release of my female fluid provoked him to delve more energetically into my cunt. Girl goo seeped from my steamy slot in luxurious response.

"That feels so good," I murmured. I thrusted my buttocks at him enthusiastically. "Please, don't stop."

"You like that, don't you?" he asked softly, masturbating me. The inside of my pussy was like jelly. He worked me into a lather.

Not knowing what to do with my hands, I scooped up my tits. My tits always responded to the erotic touch, my nipples stiffening beneath the gentlest coax. I filled my hands with tit meat, then applied sweet pressure with my thumbs. They rolled over my areolae imaginatively. Mmmmmmm. With Angelo's frenzied finger movement, I was almost gratified.

"You're making me so fucking horny, Angelo...." I gasped, swaying in front of him. "Do me now, baby, fuck me with your stiff cock. I want it in my pussy."

Angelo retrieved his hand, surveying the glistening moisture. "Is that what you want, baby?"

"Yes!" I breathed huskily, wanting the void between my legs to be packed. "Put it in me. Fuck me with that hard dick. I want it stroking my pussy, fucking me good." I desperately wanted to be delivered from this frustrated state. Lust burned through my lubricated loins. "Fuck me hard, and don't hold back."

I got on all fours. I elevated my ass. indicating doggie position. My slim thighs were spread apart, my cunt lips wide open. From their liquid appearance, he saw that I was prepared for him.

Angelo took his juicy fingers and rubbed them over his. swollen cock. He grunted as my succulence coated him. His thing became hot and slippery from its tingling application. The aroma of freshly squeezed cunt dominated his nostrils. It made him all the more hard, knowing my love juice would serve him well.

"Hurry up, baby," I whimpered. "I need to be fucked by your cock, slide it into my cunt."

Angelo brought his bloated crown to my quivering snatch and prepared to plunge it into my hungry flesh. The thick knob pushed teasingly into the juicy opening, gaining additional lubrication. Contact with my female moisture renewed his lust. His erect member throbbed in all its extended glory.

"Come on, baby, fuck me!"

Without warning, Angelo turned on his heel and brought his cock to my anal passage. Grasping, me by the waist, he worked his thing into my warm asshole. His cunt-soaked head eased through my gorgeous buns.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," I moaned. I clenched my fists while absorbing Angelo. He filled my ass slowly, deliciously. His fingers burrowed into my flesh, dragging my quivering rump toward that splitting hardness. "Oh, my God."

Angelo fit himself snugly to me, wrapping his arms around my hanging tits. His balls touched my ass as he sank down to the thick base. He whispered softly in my ear, "How does that feel, baby?"

My eyes fluttered. I was unsure as strange sensations fed my body. Getting butt-fucked wasn't unpleasant. I was still highly aroused while he pumped me. The throbbing bulk between his legs getting crammed into my buns gave me pleasure-though having this dick driving into my pussy would have been my first choice. Having the excited part of Angelo embedded in my flesh was satisfactory.

I scratched the sheets. Angelo's cock impaled me, grinding my anal muscles into submission. He cupped my tits, tweaking my nipples as he fucked me. Angelo's grip was powerful and urgent. His erect cock plunged into my warm, willing flesh.

"Oh, Angelo," I sobbed, receiving his stiff thing. I widened the position of my knees and rocked back to meet him. "Ohhhhhhh, oh baby, it feels so big in there."

"Want me to stop?"

"No." I wasn't a fool. Somebody had to come to my rescue if I detained him. I pushed back, jamming his solid cock into my dark issue. "Oh yes, yes, more.

"Feels good to me, too," he groaned in my ear, bringing his cock home. "It's so tight back here, squeezing my dick. I almost feel like shooting now."

"Don't cum in my ass, baby. Pull out and squirt it on my back. I don't want you to pump my butt with jism. Don't cum in there."

"I don't think I can pull out, baby-it feels too good. Uhhhhhhhh. Your asshole makes me want to cream." He worked his hips, giving my ass a thorough pumping.

Having this big thing buried in my hot pair of buns was sweet. I was lost in its pleasure. If he thought he was punishing me by fucking my in the ass, he was mistaken. Having sex with Angelo was too exciting to be regarded as such.

The swift shoving of cock in my ass was visibly reaching its conclusion. Angelo fucked my hole harder, sawing in and out of its pinching tension in an effort to relief himself. The rapid succession of strokes, followed by guttural sounds unearthed from his throat, made his condition known. Seconds later, hot jism jetted into my anus.

"Ugghhhhh," he growled. "Oh, Jesus, ugggghh! Take it all, baby."

I came, too. I had found my swollen clit in the midst of all that furious male friction and jiggled. It didn't take much. I was so excited, a few strokes were all that was necessary. "Ohhhhhhh."

Angelo disengaged himself from my ass. Globs of jism clung to his semi-hard dick. "Oh, yeah, that was great. It felt so fucking good."

Dino barged into the room a second later and saw us. A wicked grin came to his face. "I see you found the girl."

"Nope. She found us."

"I see our man's out cold."

"Yeah. I cracked him over the head. He ought to be out for at least another twenty minutes. He'll sure be surprised to see his secretary held at gunpoint."

"What are we going to do with them?" Dino asked.

"I'm not sure."

I knew if I didn't try to dissuade them from doing anything drastic, I could buy myself additional time. "Dino, why don't you come over here?" The sexy lure of my voice got to him. He stepped over, encouraged by my tone. I'm sure he reasoned that if his boss already had gotten a piece, I was available.

"See something you like, doll?" he asked, knowing full well I was staring at his crotch. His cock lengthened inside his pants at my heated stare.

My hands went everywhere, brushing his stomach and legs. I made sure my head was positioned just inches from his crotch. I heard his harsh breathing, the repeated gulps and discerned the slight movement of his body to facilitate his cumbersome erection. How simple it would be to grasp my head and force it between his legs, guiding my face straight to that pulsating cock. My warm, receptive mouth could provide him instant release.

"Think you can handle that monster?" Dino bragged.

"I don't think you'll be a problem."

Angelo, curious as to what I was doing, merely watched. He seemed in no hurry to put me out of commission.

I cupped Dino. "Oh, yeah. I like that." I rubbed him until he swelled to capacity, straining the front of his pants. "Oh, yeah. You're pretty big, aren't you?"

Dino was hoarse. "Jesus."

My tits hung in all their naked splendor. The pink areolae throbbed in full erectness. I bared all for his intense observation. "You ever fuck a pair of big tits, baby? Every get your cock wrapped by a set like mine?"

"Oh, God." His Adam's apple rippled.

Slowly, I rose to my knees. My expression reflected defiance. I wasn't going to show my fear. My hands roved over the peaks and valleys of my curvaceous body, stopping at the dense mound of pubic hair. I inserted a finger into my moist cunt. After a second, I withdrew it to savor its pungent aroma. My features reflected complete arousal. I passed it under his nostril.

"Here. See how excited you made me."

He whiffed it, then appeared to throb more excitedly in his pants. "Jesus."

I indicated the swollen thing jutting at his groin. "I want to suck you, baby. Suck that huge thing in your pants."

He quivered, unable to refuse my sizzling offer. Those plump tits, billowing across my chest, and that moist red mouth invariably sweetened the proposal.

I darted once again for his zipper. There lay my treasure-his swollen cock. I reached into the opening and enclosed it in my fist. His thing just stretched out at me, mouth-watering and huge. He pulsated in my feverish grip. I loved its manly scent. My head descended upon the bulbous head. I gave him an affectionate lick. Mmmm.

"Yeah, blow him," Angelo muttered in my ear. "Let's see you suck his dick."

Dino said nothing. His dick throbbed for the hot wrap of my lips.

I motioned for him to open his legs to better accommodate my jutting tits. Settling into a comfortable nook on my knees, I gave his cock another tickle with my warm tip. I loved this moment just before sucking cock. Observing how inflamed his member was, awaiting my grasping mouth and slobbering tongue. The anticipation heightened my arousal. "Mmmmmm."

My mouth slid upon his erect dick, my lips working his entire length. My tongue flicked along his underside. He felt as though he continued to grow, bulging in my oral clasp. I moaned, filling my mouth with more and more of him. His thing had such a healthy male scent. He must take great pride in his equipment.

Angelo caressed me from behind, urging me to gobble his partner. My actions appeared to arouse him all over again. I'm sure he wanted to give me another sample of his equipment, too.

Dino shook, his hands clamped to my head, guiding my supply of cock. He fed me his dick inch by inch, relishing my exaggerated salivation. I ate him with consuming hunger, devouring his excited flesh. My lips rippled over the bloated crown, then descended to the heavy base in one continuous suck. Jesus! I clenched him with strength-robbing vigor. I stroked his balls during my puckering procedure, and should have realized from their compact condition the amount of cum he would soon spend. He filled my suctioning throat, steering himself down that saliva-rich track. Ohhhhhhhh. He got licked the entire way, his cock floating in spit. Again and again, my mouth manipulated him, the muscles in my throat relaxing as they claimed his pulsating dick.

"Oh, yeah, play with it. Lick it up and down. Your spit feels all tingly. Oh, yeah, eat it. Take it into your mouth and suck. Uhhhhhhhhhh," he gasped from above, choking back his excitement.

I sucked him good and hard, making his hips sway. He shoved more cock into my mouth. "Oh, yeah. Take it whole. Let's see how much you can take of that big dick, baby. Open up and swallow that thing."

"Mmmmmmm," I murmured, running my lips over and over the taunt skin.

"Oh, yeah," Dino crooned as he slipped into sexual oblivion. He thrust his hips forward, meeting my ravenous gulp. "Suck me. Ahhhhhh."

Angelo was ready for more. I could feel the head of his swollen cock brushing my backside once again.

"Put it in me, baby," I panted. "I want to feel it inside me. I only want to feel you where you belong."

He brought the head of his cock to my sodden opening. He nudged it past the juicy lips. "I sure can't get enough of you, Kate. You're driving me nuts."

He clutched my aroused nipples, which had gotten rock-hard. I felt myself get even more wet. "I want you, Angelo. I want you to fuck me. Please, fuck me."

Angelo pushed his dick a little deeper into my cunt. "Oh, baby. Oh yeah."

I rocked back and forth. "Come on. Give it to me. Push the whole thing in."

"Jesus, when you talk like that, you make my cock stiffen It gets me fucking excited."

I covered Dino's cock with my mouth while urging Angelo to sink the rest of his shaft into my cunthole. Angelo retaliated by gritting his teeth, then sending the entire length of his cock into my crevice.

"Mmmmmmm," I sobbed, my face stuffed with dick. "Ohhhhhh, ohhhhh!" I shivered as he moved through my pussy, filling that aching void. I emptied all the air from my lungs, then writhed before him. I released my clawed grip on Dino's buns and fondled his muscled thighs.

"Baby, you're so wet," he muttered, fucking me with his cock. My body was slippery, too, having gotten greasy with sweat. "Jesus, it feels good to be in your hot, slick pussy." He groaned. "How's the inside of her mouth."

"Christ," Dino gasped as I pulled my lips tighter.

I twisted feverishly below, thrusting my pelvis at him. My snatch stretched to capacity, collecting all that wonderful cock. I was stuffed with his throbbing bulk.

Angelo slammed his thing deep, stroking my juicy cunt lips. Faster and faster, his movements went. He was going to bring me to swift orgasm.

My lips traveled along the succulent surface of

Dino's erection, performing their magic. My jaws stretched to contain his massive width. His cock was recipient of my tender laps and kisses. I maintained a sweet vise and ran my mouth over and over his thing with puckering power. His long dick vanished in my face, buried to the hilt.

While involved in some heavy-duty sucking, I had gotten myself quite horny. My tits and rigid nipples brushed hotly against the spray of dark hair on his muscled thighs.

"You're getting hot, aren't you, baby?" Dino groaned, studying my look of ecstasy. He felt my wet cunt against his skin-particularly my hard clit. "Fuck her harder, Angelo. She needs more cock in her pussy."

1 became lost in my passion. My mouth flew off of Dino temporarily to vent my building joy. "Oh, Angelo, ohhhhhhh! Fuck me, fuck me good. Oh, yes, it feels great! I don't want you to stop, not even for a second. Go faster, harder-as hard as you can!"

He gasped, shoving his cock into me. "You like doing two guys, baby? You got enough for the both of us?"

"Give it to me," I moaned. I clung to him as he buried himself into my cunt flesh. "I want it to stay hard, fucking me. After you cum, I'll suck on it to make it big again, then we'll try it with me on top. I want to ride you, Angelo. I want to sit on your big cock. Oh, yes."

Angelo eased his frantic pace. I rocked my pussy at him, aiming that swollen love button with delectable precision. My hips moved rapidly as my massage took effect. I enjoyed every inch I rubbed against. He groaned at my breathless enthusiasm.

"Ohhhhhhh, Angelo, you're making me cum! That dick of yours makes me so hot. I want you to cum inside me. I want you to shoot in my pussy."

Angelo needed little encouragement. As it was, my fire robbed him of his staying power. "I'm going to squirt, baby-squirt cum in your snatch."

I could only relate to my own orgasm at the moment. Delicious spasms tore through me as I soared. My clit made the building sensation shatter with that last, lingering stroke. I spasmed roughly, gouging Dino with my nails. I clutched the bulging muscles of his arms and ground my pussy to the base of his cock.

"Yes! Oh, Angelo, yes, ohhhhhhh!"

Angelo howled with joy as he dragged my quivering ass to him, stifling my loud screams with his trembling flesh. My nipples, so swollen from stimulation, left imprints on his palms.

"Uggghhhhhhh, milk me, baby, milk me. Take my cum. Oh yeah. Feel it? Feel all that jism spewing into your cunt? Yeah, I'm cumming, cumming."

Angelo's strength left him as the last of it was pumped into me. He detached himself from my sucking snatch, moving lamely against my sweat-drenched back. He throbbed inside me, even after fully discharging.

I enjoyed the ride. My nakedness thrashed against him as my mouth continued to plunge over Dino's excited cock. I gulped it down while smashing my clit to Angelo's semi-hard cock.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," I whimpered. I mouthed him frantically, willing him to explode.

Dino's features began to contort. "Oh, Jesus, I think I'm going to cum." His hands clamped both sides of my head.

Hot cum jetted into my mouth-more than I could easily swallow. It took several moments to get it all down, but I managed. Dino cried out, shooting all he had into my face. He refused to loosen his grip, silently demanding I gulp every drop. I had every intention of eating it. I would not take my mouth away until after the last squirt.

"Ugggghhhhhh, ugghh, uggghhhhhh," he howled in sweet anguish.

I was determined to emerge as the ultimate fantasy figure. I continued to suck his creamy spew.

At last, he released me. I slumped back in exhaustion, shuddering between his legs. God, he came so much.

I still stirred from horniness. My clit was highly agitated and needed his hard, male friction. I stroked my sluiced cunthole, fingering the hard dot. Ohhhhh. My love button begged for masturbatory relief.

Observing my cuntal caress, Dino's dick got ramrod straight. He was ready to experience the soft squishiness of my pussy. He wanted what Angelo got. He massaged his elongated cock, staring at my sodden cunt lips and the way I used my fingers. He was aware how the sight of his dick gave me an appetite. Pulling on his cock, his chest tight with anticipation, his breathing heavier, he studied my snatch.

Very slowly, he coaxed me onto my back with his hand. I obeyed, hot and juicy. Angelo rolled over onto his side, exhausted. I spread my legs as Dino climbed on top of me.

I watched in fascination as he worked his throbbing tool. It jerked through his fist urgently, growing.

"We'd better put this in," he muttered, covering me with his man's body.

I shivered as the weight of his solid flesh was cushioned by my tits. The nudge of his swollen cockhead came next, followed by its splitting introduction to my tight pussy. Dino guided his stiff cock into my cunt.

"Oh, God," I panted. He was filling my snatch with himself. My wantonly tossed back my blonde mane and raked his strong back with my nails. "Put it all in me, baby. I want you to fuck me with it."

"It's so warm inside," he groaned, pumping my with his dick. "Jesus, it's like a tingling furnace."

"That's the heat of my excitement, Dino. Ohhhhhhhh. I've wanted this so much. I've wanted you to fuck me the moment I saw you. Ohhhhhhh, that's it. Harder, fuck me as hard as you can. You can't hurt me-I want it too much."

His blood-engorged cock, submerged in that narrow twat, pushing against slime and muscle, got buried to the balls. Dino clutched my nude body to him, crushing my tits to his chest. My erect nipples seared his flesh. He moved awkwardly, flooded with stimulation, wanting to prolong this fabulous session. He obviously wanted to remain embedded in my hot chasm of desire and fuck me until I had had several mind-rending orgasms.

I moaned beneath him, my legs locked about his waist. I twisted with fiery spirit, absorbing the impact of each excited thrust. I felt his rapid heartbeat as his chest molded to me, seeking the thrill of my billowy tits. He pumped me good and hard, ramming stiff cock into my pussy.

God-I couldn't believe I was in bed with three men: one was unconscious, one was exhausted and one was raring to go!

"Don't stop!" I wailed. "Pound it into me. I want to feel it in my cunt. Drive it in there, baby, all the way. Ohhhhhhhh!"

1 provided him the full treatment, shoving my groin until it was completely impaled. My snatch hungrily absorbed his rigid member. I cupped his hammering buttocks, encouraging him with my nails. Dino pumped me faster, turned on by my approach.

"Oh, yeah," he groaned into my ear, causing my body to arch and quake. He fucked me hard, accelerating my moans. "Take that meat. Fuck it. Give my dick a squeeze. Hug it with your cunt."

"Ohhhhhhh," I panted, wanting more.

I squirmed on my ass, keeping pace with his strokes. In spite of all the hot action that kept my fire burning, my orgasm was near. Nothing I could do would prevent it from happening.

"I can't hold on much longer," I sobbed. The tremors were starting to take effect. "I'm going to cum. You're making me cum with your dick, Dino."

"I'm going to cum with you," he blurted, his pleasure escalating. My cunt was wrapped so sweetly around his cock, he could do little else.

I clenched my teeth, amazed at the strength of my climax. "Ohhhhhhh, oh, God, yes."

Dino spasmed, injecting me with hot goo. His rugged features twisted as he discharged himself in my warm, juicy cunt. "Uggghhhh. Uggghhhh. Uggghhhhhh. Arrgghhhhh."

I looked up at him after the final jolts passed through me. He reluctantly disengaged his semi-hard cock from my pussy. Perspiration dampened his brow. He wiped it away with his hand and groaned aloud.

"Whew, that was great, baby," he muttered before collapsing onto his back. His body glistened with sweat.

The sound of a gun being cocked seized our attention. None of us had paid much notice to David, but he was fully awake and pointing Angelo's revolver at Dino. "Move away from him, Kate. Slowly."

Dino snarled. "You don't scare us, man. There's two of us."

"Correction," Brian mentioned, standing at the door with Wendy and Nina. "The police are out in the hallway."

Angelo scowled. "Shit."

I reached for my clothes. "Jesus, you certainly took your time getting your asses up here. I thought I was in for a marathon."

"Judging from the smile on your face, you didn't seem to mind," Wendy cracked.

I sighed. "Not too much." I glanced at Angelo and Dino. "It was fun while it lasted."

"I'll bet it was," Angelo spat. A police officer was beside him, snapping on a pair of cuffs. "A little too brief."

David came up to me. "You and the girls were looking for me?"

I nodded. "You really gave us all the slip."

"Thank God you were persistent. These guys would have killed me."

"I hope that means we all get salary increases."

David wrinkled his nose. "We'll have to talk about that."

I sighed. Moving back into the slow lane was going to be a bore. I almost preferred the lure of danger and forbidden lust. Somehow, I knew I would manage.

THE END
Hot For The Mob ....(83k)    by Barbara Boinck




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