Kevin's tongue wriggled into my snatch. I shivered as it wormed deeper and deeper. "Oh," I quivered, "cram yourself into me!"
While he immersed himself in eating me, I reached for my pendant and placed it around my neck. It had powers Kevin couldn't resist.
"Let's see what's that you've got in your pants," I whispered. The shape of his cock and balls whet my appetite.
Once exposed, that bone-solid shaft seduced my pussy. As I slid my grasping cunt lips down its length, Kevin's eyes focused on the pendant.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" I murmured, humping his cock.
"Yes," Kevin said, as he fell under my spell!
CHAPTER ONE
Kevin generously filled my glass with wine. I saw the smirk on his face as he poured-perhaps believing that once I had a sufficient amount, my inhibitions would simply vanish. Since I arrived, he'd been eyeing my tits. I could see how badly he wanted me. He made no secret of it. The suggestion in his tone, his lingering smile, his laser-hot stare all supported that opinion.
Kevin took little for himself. He obviously favored control. His satisfaction would come from my gradual decline in awareness and the expanding privileges he secured. Either he was a nervous individual or lacked confidence in the art of seduction.
I found myself attracted to him from the moment we were introduced. Kevin Williams was approximately six-foot-four, dark blond, ruggedly handsome and appeared to exercise on a regular basis. His arms and legs had tone. His stomach was completely flat, his hips narrow. He did not impress me as someone who required assistance in getting some action.
I wasn't going to make things difficult for him. I wanted him just as much. Crossing my long, slender legs, I fixed him with a provocative smile. My hem hiked up two more inches to reveal my sumptuous thigh. The dress I wore had a plunging neckline, showcasing my mouth-watering cleavage. I happened to also be endowed with a waist some men could wrap their entire hands around. I flipped my brunette hair over my shoulders and transmitted some signals of my own.
Kevin's antennae were up. My indications of interest were received loud and clear.
On the opposite side of the room, Sam was busy with Kevin's partner, Rachel. Of the two, Rachel struck me as the more aggressive personality. She seemed to know precisely what she wanted and was in command of her desires. I estimated her to be a year or so older than Kevin-perhaps thirty-three-and less inclined to be charmed by someone such as myself. Rachel's cool, auburn beauty was a smoke screen for a shrewd business acumen. Those blue eyes were spheres of ice when necessary. Nevertheless, Sam tried his best to enchant her.
The deal Sam and I proposed wasn't immediately to her liking. Rachel made that abundantly clear, too. They ran a gallery that featured the works of several promising artists, all of whom were prominently represented at multiple exhi bitions and attracted a crowd with deep pockets. Sam and I conceived of linking ourselves to their operation, facilitating the disposal of our collection. Kevin was open to discussion, Rachel not.
I exchanged grins with Sam. It was swift verification that we were on track and that our plan had proceeded smoothly. Neither of us anticipated any wrinkles.
If anybody had mastered the genius to persuasion, it was Sam. His abilities ranked with the phenomenal. Tall (six-foot-two), hazel eyed and dark-haired, Sam was a desirable Italian. Lanky, yet with enough sinew in the right places, he looked appetizing in a tank top and pair of California Sweats. The slender wine glass appeared fragile in his bear-like hands, yet Sam calmly maneuvered it. His thick, sensual lips were slightly curved, indicating his distant pleasure. Even at Rachel's glacial reception, he was in his element. She plainly had no idea of his upper hand in the situation.
Kevin took notice of my glance at Sam. "You're only business associates?"
My green eyes glittered expressly for him. "Absolutely."
He gestured to my drink. "Don't let it go to waste."
When the rim was at my lips, I let out my tongue and skimmed it solely for his benefit. I could feel his craving. Kevin was a hungry man, with a consuming thirst. I wondered if he ever fucked Rachel. Given her sour disposition, I thought not. Rachel probably out-lined the terms of their relationship and excluded that likelihood.
"I still fail to see the value of our becoming partners," Rachel's pragmatic tone addressed Sam. "I've reviewed your collection and find it incompatible with the works in our galleries. We don't feature any of the classics. Our customers seek the contemporary."
Sam inched a little closer, tantalizing her with his nearness. "Have you ever surveyed your client base and known that to be the truth?"
"Well, no. But they regularly demand the kind of product we offer. These people know what they want. We don't dictate their preferences." Her voice did not waver. Any ground Sam hoped to gain by brushing her with his firm thigh was lost. Once again, he was given another instance of her being a tough negotiator. Rachel was a selfassured temptress. She had no need for Sam's visual recognition; she knew she was a seductive creature without flaunting it.
"I'm merely asking you to reconsider," he proposed.
"I see no reason to do that," Rachel said, standing firm. "Kevin and I haven't enjoyed our success by constantly revamping our line. We've stayed true with the formula. There's been more selection, but in the same vein. I'm afraid enlarging our galleries to include your assortment of paintings would be going in the wrong direction for us."
I hoped Kevin wasn't catching wind of Rachel's negativity. It wouldn't last-not if Sam had anything to do with it. In the meantime, I had to steer him away from Rachel's verbal gunfire. They had been politely arguing for the last halfhour. Rachel was not in agreement with any of the conditions Sam set forth. There was a perceptible escalation in that rift, overriding the basic sparks of sexual intrigue.
"You were going to show me the rest of the house," I asked in a beguiling, counteracting pitch.
Kevin brightened. The prospect of having me totally alone somewhere else held appeal. "Yes, we have quite a few rooms that would fascinate you, I'm sure. Feel free to bring along your drink."
I, too, was anxious in plucking him from Rachel. I had another kind of transaction to conduct with him-just as I was certain Sam required privacy for his. We determined that we operated more effectively when separated.
Kevin took the liberty of draping me with his arm and guiding me to the upper floor of his impressive home. He had been quick to offer it as our meeting site, as opposed to Rachel's, which was a downtown high-rise. The house, I was told, had been in Kevin's family for three generations. His parents had moved to Palm Beach after his father's retirement and he wed the daughter of a publishing empire. When his marriage fell apart and his wife vacated the premises, Kevin had the gargantuan place at his disposal. He chose to fill it with some of the better paintings he and Rachel came across. I was fairly confident the walls of Rachel's condo were similarly decorated.
Kevin's hand traveled from my shoulder, down my back and straight to my ass in one fell swoop. I deliberately withheld comment. I wanted him to know I was available to do with whatever he wished. Since my dress barely concealed my butt, he had some interesting territory to cover.
I sipped my wine and permitted him to give me the tour. He deliberately showed me everything but the master bedroom. That, I realized, was reserved for last. He monitored the level in my glass as we progressed from one elaborate enclosure to the next.
"I really love your taste in art," I mentioned, cuddling up to him. "The styles and colors are absolutely mesmerizing."
"Thank you."
"I hope We can do business."
Kevin flinched. "We'll have to check with Rachel on that. She and I split all decisions. She has a fifty percent vested interest."
I suppressed my smirk. Rachel's consent would be obtained before the night was through-of that, I was positive. "It would be nice having you as a partner."
"Oh?"
Strutting up to him, I prepared to stroke his ego every way I could. I wanted the animal in him to emerge. I felt a strong pull of desire while gazing at that handsome face. His clothes were formfitting, offering me a sneak preview. "It would give us ample opportunity to see each other."
A grin tugged at his mouth. "Working relationships can be fun."
"Nothing would give me greater pleasure than working under you, Kevin." I smoothed my hand over his chest, intentionally swirling over the crop of hair that rose from his unbuttoned collar. The tremors gathered. His grin froze. I detected an accelerated heartbeat. My caress, along with my sizzling comment, disabled him.
"How are things between you and Sam?" he asked in a voice barely squelched of lust.
I waved off his protestations with a flutter of my hand. "Probably the same as you and Rachel."
"Rachel rarely lets me touch her. Says it disrupts her professional judgment. It's a shame. She's got a great body. I'd love to jam her every once in a while, if she'd let me."
"Then we're in the same boat," I gracefully lied. Telling him the truth would have stopped him dead in his tracks-and that was far from my objective.
His lips came closer. I did nothing to steer away from them. He smashed himself to my mouth, then inserted his tongue. I moaned, shivering. His mustache initially tickled, then titillated as he gained purchase of my emotions. He wedged me against the wall, subjecting me to the bulge in his pants. Fully hard, he pressed himself into my soft folds, then rotated his hips. My nipples bulged as a result of his feverish embrace.
"Oh, baby," he whispered hoarsely, "I wanted you from the start."
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," I purred, consciously shifting my tits so that they received the profit of his brawny chest. "My panties are soaked. Put your hand there-you'll see."
His thumb and forefinger explored the frilly lace and silk. A flicker of ecstasy registered on his face. "Oh, yeah. You really want me, don't you, baby?"
"Yes."
I wasn't breathing normally-everything was a gasp or rough swallow. Electricity flowed into me as he fondled each individual curve. I was shaking with need. I stood on my tiptoes so that his mouth could dip lower and claim more of my eager flesh. Kevin dwarfed me by almost two feet.
Realizing that we couldn't do much in the hallway, Kevin scooped me up as though I were weightless and delivered me to the master bedroom. He placed me onto that colossal bed, then yanked his shirt up over his head. The sight of his incredible torso took my breath. Automatically, my pussy tightened with excitement. I experienced a sharp want between my legs.
He descended upon my trembling form. His first order of business was to release my tits from confinement. They had bounced and jiggled and enticed far too much to remain in captivity. He unhooked the straps of my dress and slid them over my shoulders. My nipples sprang to attention, aching for a couple of minutes inside his mouth.
"Christ, do you look good," he croaked before sheltering one with his lips.
"Oh, God," I moaned as he attached himself, then sucked. My pupils went upward as I gasped for air. His tongue awakened each and every cell as it swirled around the enlarged tip. I sank my nails into his shoulder, unable to restrain myself. Kevin reflected no pain from that passionate gesture; if anything, he sucked even harder. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh, baby. Yeah."
My tits, which resembled two boulders of flesh, were surrounded by those enormous hands of his. My nipples were in alignment before I received his subsequent assault. He managed to fit both nubs, vibrating his limber tip and rippling his lips. His saliva oozed over my skin, but did not trickle for long; he slurped it moments before it ran into my cleavage. His mustache brushed me, adding a stimulating sensation.
"You're a whole lot of woman, Sheila," he mentioned after lifting his head.
I giggled. "The best is yet to come." My statement rang true; I had a surprise for which he couldn't possibly be prepared.
I rolled on top of him, dragging my erect nipples over that heavily carpeted chest. The tangle of hair afforded me a shivering thrill. Kevin cupped my ass, alternately fondling and squeezing it to his heart's content. I whimpered as I felt the urgency in his grip. Unable to curb myself, I ground my pussy against that swollen ridge in his pants.
Oh, yeah, I silently wailed. He was ready for me.
Positioning a knee on either side of him, I stripped. My dress fell gradually from my aroused body. I wanted him to see me naked, feasting his eyes on my tanned perfection. They glowed as my outfit tumbled to my hips. Whether or not I measured up to his expectations, his delight was appreciable. I enjoyed the fire in his eyes as he saw what I had to offer.
Standing up on the bed, I stepped out of my dress. My frilly panties were my single garment. I gave him a devious smile, then slipped my thumbs beneath the elastic rim. The revolutions of my hips snared his concentration. I teased him before surrendering that unseen part of me. He licked his lips in anticipation. My lacy bottoms moved away from my hips inch by inch, until the silken wisps of my pussy emerged.
"Christ," he muttered, riveted to that tasty sight.
I was in no rush. His surge of hunger was visible. I eased those things down my velvety thighs, then eventually permitted them to drop to my feet. My moist cunt was above his face. I watched how his chin went up so that his gaze of it was unbroken. His abdomen rose and fell more steeply as I sank toward him.
"Want some of that honey?" I purred. "Want to dip your tongue in it?"
His Adam's apple twitched. He reached for me, his appetite stirred. I straddled his head, framing it with my thighs, then settled onto his mouth. He attached his lips to that luscious opening, then drew powerfully. My snatch tingled joyfully from his oral exertions.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh," I sobbed, tilting my head. "That feels good. Stick your tongue in there. Yeah. Slide it into my cunt."
Kevin obeyed. I shivered as it wormed into my tightly closed entrance, straining through the locked lips until he filled me with his tongue.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," I quivered. "Cram yourself into it. Oh, yeah. Oh, God."
He ran through my slippery cunt lips, puncturing my senses with his devilish wriggle. He gulped my juices noisily, as though wanting me to hear how excited he was. I smeared his cheeks and chin with my hot drippings, enjoying the spearing effect. His voracious thirst was of total benefit to me.
While he was immersed with eating me, I reached for my dress. Although a rather skimpy thing, it was equipped with a secret compartment. The lining hid my pendant. I removed it without drawing Kevin's attention. The diamond glittered, even in the dim lighting. There was sufficient illumination from the hallway to serve my purpose.
I clicked the pendant around my neck. Though the metal was cool on my flesh, it was a source of stimulation. It had powers Kevin couldn't possibly resist.
He had no way of seeing me don it. I cleverly rotated my pussy, blocking his vision. When I rested on my haunches, his eyes had glazed over from the succulence I fed him. Kevin appeared as though he had adequately indulged himself. My pussy was juicy with his spit.
"Let's see what you've got in there for me," I whispered, tracing a finger over the swell in his pants. The shape of his cock and balls whet my appetite.
I laggardly unbuckled and unzipped him, dwelling over each aspect of his disrobing. I could feel the hungry scream of his body and its demand for me. I cupped his balls, then dashed up the length of that monster. His pulsations were impetuous, needful.
"You can't wait, can you?" I teased.
"Hurry, baby. Get me out of there. I've got to have some of you this very minute."
Since he bulged heavily from his pants, I saw no reason to prolong his torment. I curled my fingers around that thick shaft and pumped. He stretched through my fist, huge and eager. He wasn't quite as large as Sam, but there was more than plenty to satisfy a starving woman such as myself.
"God, baby," I said huskily, stroking him while he kicked off his pants. "I'm getting pretty hot just looking at it and having it in my hand, throbbing. Oh, wow. I just know this is going to be great."
"Sit on it," he urged me. He dragged me on top of him, bracing himself for my panting descent. "Come on, baby. Get on top. I want that sweet pussy wrapped tight around me."
Kevin sure didn't waste time. He wanted to fuck and had no problem taking me that second while my partner argued downstairs. I liked his take-charge attitude. He wanted to get his rocks off and didn't care about the minor details. Since we were both consenting adults, I certainly didn't want to waste time, either.
"Sure, baby. I'll do whatever you want. I'm going to please you like no other woman has."
I mounted that magnificent body. Kevin was built like an Olympics contender. Christ, it felt nice to set my ass on his balls and cock, then slither over them with my pussy. He groaned, his features tensing, as my feathery softness engulfed him. He gulped loudly as I swept the span of that rigid dick, then experienced its wild twitch.
My pendant swung around my neck, landing between my big tits as I shifted. Kevin was much too aroused from my naked flesh to take notice. That was fine with me. I didn't want it to come into play until the proper moment.
I picked up my hips, then aimed that bloated knob for my juicy split. He slipped into my cunt like a glove. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I threw my head back and wailed. He was so stiff and wide, I had to stop and suck air into my lungs. Whew! What a charge I received! My nipples swelled to capacity as I pushed down on him, fitting the last of that beast in my snatch.
"Yeah," Kevin moaned, his eyes shut and a beatific smile dawning on that golden face. "Squeeze me in there, baby. Plant me in that squishy cunt."
I went temporarily still, trying to catch my breath. Impaling myself on that cock took more out of me than I anticipated. His crazed pulsations raged between my legs. I rode him, bearing down with everything I had, loving the movement of his dick in my pussy. He peered at me through a haze of sweaty splendor while my cunt lips tugged at the skin of his cock, grabbing every bit I could. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. I afforded him all the friction possible from my wet, tingly snatch.
"Yeah, baby," he grunted. "Fuck it. Fuck it good. Oh, yeah. Bury me in your hot squish."
My tits expanded above his face, the nipples blossoming in accordance with the excitement that roared through my veins. My clit became a hard dot of flesh, rubbing that long, protruding vein of his cock's underside. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. He filled my pussy, jamming it to the limit with that large, thriving part of him. I was pleased that monstrosity I sat on belonged to him. It felt incredibly good.
After sliding up and down on him for what seemed a sweet eternity, Kevin gradually opened his mind to me. We had reached cruising altitude. Those misted-over eyes finally focused on my face, my bobbing tits ... and the pendant. He saw it when he scooped up my boobs and massaged the pointed ends. Curiosity dominated his expression. His brow furrowed and beads of perspiration trickled from his temple as he examined it.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" I murmured, humping his stiff cock.
He nodded, reserving comment.
"Do you see all those colors trapped inside that gem? There are hundreds of them, baby. Isolate one of them, if you can. Separate the colors. Find the center. I dare you. Go on. Find it."
I reduced the speed of my snapping hips to ensure his close attention. His dick went into me more slowly. His eyes narrowed into slits, the pupils still.
"That's it. Observe the stone. It's compelling you to watch. You're obliged to locate its center. Yes. You understand the importance of finding it."
I came to a halt. There was discernible fury in his hard-on, but it no longer had the restless urgency of moments earlier. Its throb grew faint, yet his cock remained at full extension.
Kevin's pupils widened, unblinking. He entered the very world I summoned. The pendant transported his mind, his will. I had him in my clutches.
Slowly, I dismounted him. I detached my pussy with the utmost care, moaning as it released his cock. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. It hadn't lost an ounce of its fierceness, the head just as plump and red as when it sliced into me. I might have enjoyed our connection if maintaining hadn't meant breaking my hypnotic spell. It was vital that we separate. No contact was permitted. I knelt between his legs, holding my distance.
I gazed at him. He lay perfectly still, his expression totally blank, clearly in my power. My lips curved in satisfaction. Kevin expeditiously placed himself under my influence.
Clasping the pendant, I flashed it before his glossy pupils. "Kevin, I know you can still hear me. My words are penetrating your subconscious. You are unable to resist anything I tell you. My voice now rules your soul."
Kevin made no effort to combat me. He seemed to comprehend the circumstances to which he was subject. To enslave someone as strong and strapping gave me a powerful thrill.
"You're my servant, Kevin. You'll do exactly as I command. When you hear me use this tone again, you will follow my every instruction. It will enable me to speak with your inner self. No matter how hard you try, you won't successfully recall this conversation. Our bond exists at the subconscious level. I have planted those roots, and only I can remove them."
He stared at me, speechless, vacant. It was as though his entire emotional structure had been placed on hold. His dick, the only portion of him that seemed imbued with life, stood tall between his legs, prepared to finish what we had started.
"You will gladly accept Sam Andriola and me as your partners. The idea will appear to be your own. You will not once question from where it originated. You will open your ledgers and your accounts to us. You will permit us to exercise judgments that concern your business. You will consult us when making a decision. Neither you nor Rachel will challenge anything Sam or I do." I paused, letting him absorb my message. "Have I made my intentions plain?"
Mechanically, he nodded. There was no emotional attachment to his response. His answer came from the depths of his soul.
"Very good." I slipped off the bed, leaving him naked and erect. The distant arrangement of his pupils remained unaltered. "I will return shortly to release you from your trance."
I padded to the stairs, completely nude. There was no logic in dressing. I was confident Sam had conducted his session with Rachel.
I thought briefly of Rachel. Her argumentative comments still lingered in my mind. She had wanted no part of either Sam or me. Kevin had been a cinch to hypnotize. I was curious as to how Sam fared.
When I entered the room, the first thing I observed was Sam's exposed buttocks. His California Sweats were yanked down his hips. Rachel's fingers fluttered over them, caressing the flexing cheeks. Her unseen face was even with his crotch. He stood before her, obviously sticking himself into her mouth. The sucking noises she made drifted over to me. I smiled. Sam definitely pacified her. I detected no further hostilities.
I lingered at the door for a moment longer, until I saw her hands gradually drop from his ass. That was my signal to advance upon them.
I approached them from the side. Sam studied her obstinately while clutching something hanging from his neck. As I got closer, I viewed Rachel's frozen countenance. She had Sam's thick cock between her lips and obviously buried in her throat. His balls were tucked her under chin. She stared intently at the gold medallion Sam showed her, her eyes unwavering. He pumped himself slowly into her gaping mouth while intensifying her dream-like state. The medallion caught the light and flashed. Rachel's lips stopped moving, her pupils huge and wondrous. Sam took a step back, removing his swollen cock from her mouth. Her bubbly spittle dripped from his stretched dick, webs connecting them. Rachel remained immobile on the sofa, her lips parted, barely breathing. She continued to scrutinize the medallion with a faraway look.
I said nothing to interrupt the spell Sam cast upon her. He had invoked it so soundly, she was apparently unable to defy him.
Sam directed his gold medal piece at Rachel. He perceived my arrival, yet endeavored to deepen her stupor. "You can't take your eyes off it, can you?" he inquired.
Rachel was utterly paralyzed. Sam had stripped her of her will.
"You realize you are now my slave. Resisting me is useless. There is no doubt in your mind as to who controls you. You will obey my every command. Is that understood?"
Rachel blindly nodded. Her focus was centered on Sam's medallion.
"Excellent." Sam went on with his instructions, forcing her to acknowledge us as partners. His orders mirrored those I gave Kevin. Rachel would serve Sam, just as Kevin would me. He spoke more assertively than I, as though hammering home every word. Having observed Rachel's resistive spirit earlier, I understood the basis for it. He made certain she would never dispute his authority. Rachel might have possessed fierce determination, but she was no match for Sam. To my recollection, nobody-including myselfwas.
Although that thought crisply registered, there were never grounds to pursue it. I merely accepted Sam as my master, without reservation. My introduction to him occurred less than a year before, and since that point in time, I had never experienced such fulfillment. Love and lust were equal components in our relationship. My past was a haze-a cloud of mystery I was unable to dissolve. My affection for Sam precluded any investigation.
During Rachel's induction, I couldn't help noticing how appetizing Sam's cock looked. It grew to astounding proportions when excited. I imagined getting it into Rachel's mouth-then usurping her will power-stimulated to its present size. Sam was massive, surpassing most men of my intimate acquaintance. Fucking him was like receiving chocolates-a delectable treat.
When Sam assured himself that Rachel digested his instructions, he gave me his attention. "How did it go?"
"Flawlessly, as I expected. He didn't give me the slightest trouble." I smiled. "You managed to bring her to heel rather quickly."
He glanced down at his distended member, then grinned. "We were arm-wrestling about the gallery when I walked in front of her and she made a grab for me. I could tell she wanted sex-there were too many signals sent to mistake her intentions. I'm familiar with that type of woman: a shrewd business opponent, but deadly in bed. She took it out of my pants and began sucking on it."
"I'm sure you found it difficult to respond to her," I teased. "All that wild female aggression taking you by surprise. It was probably exacting to start the hypnosis."
He chuckled softly. "You know me well."
My amusement swiftly concluded. I gazed longingly at him. "Let's finish up with these two, then spend some time alone."
His desire for me was wonderfully visible. The raw look he gave me was enlightening. "Sure, baby."
"Don't give her everything you have," I whispered. "Save some for me."
"I always have enough," he said, taking me into his arms. His mouth went over mine. Our tongues met. I moaned, writhing heatedly in his embrace. His swollen cock throbbed against my bare stomach. Sam turned me on like no other man could. I was tempted to drop to my knees and suck his dick. He probably would have let me, but we were acutely aware of the brevity of mesmerization. We had to release our slaves from their enchantment. A trance wasn't long-lasting, and the directions we embedded in their minds had to be properly sealed.
We each had our own manner of awaking our subjects. Sam preferred to pick up the thread of his last action. He believed in maintaining the illusion of continuity. He positioned himself in front of Rachel, then eased his cock back into her mouth. As the taut skin skimmed past her lips, I saw the flutter of her lashes and the breath of life return to her features. She recommenced sucking him, pulling ferociously on his dick. Her ravenous growl echoed."
"Yeah, baby," he muttered. "Suck it."
Rachel paid me no notice. She took larger mouthfuls of Sam, snapping him up hungrily. As always, release from a deep trance such as the one Sam used in order to engage her magnified the sexual appetite. Rachel couldn't fit enough of him in her face. Her intense expression was understandable. Although she consciously wanted Sam, she probably had no clue why her craving was so feverishly mandatory.
I left them. Rachel's ardor would swiftly conclude. At the rate she employed Sam, it was inevitable.
Kevin's inert figure evoked a stirring in my loins. I stood before him, gazing at his virile profile. I hadn't lied to him earlier; I was going to sincerely enjoy our partnership. All that muscle, hair and masculine skill was a delightful prospect.
I knelt between his legs, taken by the stiffness of his cock. Since my departure from the room, I hadn't perceived a contraction in its dimensions. He was still magnificently rigid.
Sam's method of reviving differed from mine. He believed in variety; I adhered to the same practice. I dipped my head, let out my tongue, and licked Kevin's balls. That first lash caused him to jerk. The second had his chest and stomach moving. By the third, Kevin was fully awake and eager for more of what I dished out. He clamped my head and shoved the knob of his cock at my face.
"Lick it," he ordered, somewhat gruffly. The side effect of his hypnotic state turned him into a starved man. "Go on. Put your tongue on it."
I did as he requested-not because I thought I should, but purely out of desire. Kevin was one of the sexiest men I'd encountered in a while. I intended to take advantage of him every chance I got.
My tip wriggled creatively over that range of fleshy hardness. He had solidified into a towering column, a joy to behold. His pleasure became mine. I sucked and lapped him, drawing choked gasps. I tasted traces of my pussy, yet didn't mind. I couldn't believe I had him in my cunt-it was just so huge.
After spending an inordinate amount of time licking him, I put him in my mouth. I watched his toes curl as I sucked his dick. He shoved himself into my throat, willing me to tap my oral resources. I didn't disappoint him.
"Mmmmmmmm," I purred, mouthing him. "Mmmmmmm. Ohhhhhhhhh."
Kevin came fast. The fireball I created came at me with hurtling speed. My mouth was awash with hot cum. He bellowed as he spewed between my lips. He seized the back of my head while he creamed-almost as though he suspected I might try to avoid swallowing his discharge. As far as I was concerned, that was the last thing I wanted. Gulping down jism was largely my most favorite element of giving a blow job.
I whipped his lap with my dark mane, thrashing his stomach and balls. My lips adhered to this spurting cock. I made it known that his eruption was exactly what I sought.
In the distant, I heard Sam's guttural cry. Apparently, Rachel brought him to orgasm. My lips curved. Our plan had moved forward in an orderly fashion. We made no mistakes.
The next day, we'd transfer our things to the gallery.
CHAPTER TWO
"Jesus," I moaned, while Sam's hips pistoned between my splayed thighs. He rammed me with his cock. Blinded by sweat, I clutched his shoulder and held him tightly. Our flesh slapped in noisy procession. He fucked me without restraint. Sam honored his word; even though he did Rachel, there was plenty of fire left. I received the brunt of his urgency, it seemed. Sam loved burying himself into my cunt, making me feel the full measure of his virile power. The intensity left me weak, yet anxious for all I could get.
When his dick got big like that, sweet agony was sure to follow.
I hit the sheets, gasping for air. Sam descended upon me, setting his hairy chest on my tits, then scooped up my ass and shoved that hard thing into me. My pussy opened just enough to absorb him.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," I moaned. He burrowed into my slick cunthole, causing its thick lips to bunch from its pumping motion. The friction plucked the air from my lungs. I wrapped my legs around his waist, delighting in the locomotion of his equipment. My head sank into the pillow, my eyes rolling into their sockets. I smiled through the blistering haze. Christ, he felt good in there.
The suction sounds of my pussy grabbing his cock reverberated. Not only was our fucking loud, but I encountered it through every vessel of my being. The cells of my body hummed from the joy received. I never pretended with Sam. Pleasure was the overriding factor. There wasn't a single need he failed to address in bed. I believed, based on our fierce attachment to one another, that only I could totally satisfy him. Sam's vigorous response reinforced that conclusion.
His large hands surrounded my throat, then clasped my chin. His mouth went over mine seconds before his tongue plunged inside. Mmmmmm. He was alternately savage and tender. His kisses made me woozy. The scenery whirled about when he seized me like that. His chest was smashed to my tits, the wild thudding of his heart perceptible. My pulse raced right along with him, its frenzied beat running parallel. He stuck his dick far into my pussy, then dragged it out, only to return it lumbering to my sodden depths. I was never allowed sufficient time to recover. He pumped me to shivering distraction.
While our lips were locked, Sam detached my legs from his waist and transferred them over his shoulders. My knees secured those broad, sturdy bones a fraction before he furiously thrust into my snatch. Oh, God! My features contorted from the breathtaking impact. That swollen cock of his had me reeling. My toes knotted when his bulbous head touched my womb. Ohhhhhhhhhh. His balls slapped my ass on the downstroke. After a few jackhammering strokes, he reduced speed. I was almost depleted of oxygen, huffing and puffing. He packed quite a wallop when putting his mind to it. Having all that thunderous, masculine power crammed between my legs afforded me a rush. There were few dimensions we hadn't explored.
He pounded my ass into the bed for several minutes before permitting me to climb him. I swung myself onto his lap and rode his cock for another few. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. My big tits bounced and swerved as I rose and fell on that enormous tool of his. I shut my eyes and savored that hard, splitting sensation. There was no detectable sign of wear. Sam handled the ferocity of my hunger without a hitch. I humped him in a delirium, my pussy greedily fastening itself to that beautiful cock. I held back nothing. My snatch gave him wet, sloppy kisses.
"Yeah," he muttered while I smacked him with my pussy. "Yeah. Give it to me, baby. Fuck me.
Yeah. Cover me with those juicy lips. Grab me with that cunt. Make me cum. I want to cream in that sweet pussy."
I ached from containing his manly bulk. Sam had more than most. Oh, God! I slid up and down his cock, relishing the thrill it furnished me. I made him warm and slippery, coating him with my cunt juices. His vibrations informed me that his orgasm was forthcoming.
Rivulets of sweat streamed down my tits, gravitated to my nipples, then splattered Sam's chest. I oozed and trickled onto that dark matting. When those droplets fell from my stiff peaks, they offered a tickling arousal. Sam shifted beneath their searing heat.
I gazed into his hazel eyes with affection. I revealed my trust and confidence in that moment. The storm of pleasure mounted. I greased his dick with more of my tingly drippings, grasping as it yawned in and out of my cunt. He throbbed heavily in my snatch. He was about ready to shoot. I fucked him faster, harder, willing him to submit to the ecstasy of our being physically linked. His eyes glazed over, relating his being enveloped in sopping cunt.
My vision of him blurred. I trembled violently, then arched my back. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. My contractions were mightier than before. I weathered them, bucking and heaving as they assaulted my senses. I was thrown into a feverish rage.
Sam bound me with his arms, then repositioned me on my back. Once again, my legs were angled over his shoulders. He finished himself off, jamming his excited cock into my shuddering body. Placing the demand of his weight on his elbows, he pumped me frantically until his face was marred with contortions. I felt his dick twitch during the hot collection of his discharge. He shook, feeding me the essence of his excitement before collapsing.
We lay together quietly, savoring the afterglow. Our turbulence spent, we lazed in sticky splendor. I placed my head on his chest and waited for his breathing to even. His features assumed a boyish look when the demands of his body were satisfied.
I rose from bed, uncoupling myself carefully, without waking him.
Those strange, nagging thoughts revisited me. I had hoped to displace them, yet they returned with a vengeance. A total disorientation, they manifested when I least expected and stayed with me for hours. Why they periodically plagued me posed a mystery I could not solve.
I had once explained them to Sam. My attempted description had somewhat alarmed him, but when I failed to pinpoint the reason for their existence and their sudden emergence, he sighed. Tension, stress was his answer. He felt my restlessness unfounded. The nature of our work propelled it.
To some degree, I accepted his explanation. What we did required a great deal of nerve and concentration. Sam and I had joined forces and used our hypnotic powers for lucrative gain. We disarmed the most resistant people with our arsenal of tricks and plundered them of their valuables. I had my pendant, he, his medallion. Together, we were invincible.
Sam and I followed specific guidelines. Those we enchanted were outrageously rich, had more than adequate personal funds to spare and tended to be decadent. Sex was our tool. We offered our flesh as bait. Our targets were generally eager to indulge themselves with what we had to offer. Once they fell under our spell, it was imperative that no form of touching occur. We planted posthypnotic suggestions in their heads, then either selectively removed costly items from their premises, or prompted them to give us safe combinations or divulge secret hiding places of stored luxuries. They were helpless to resist. They obeyed our will, surrendering to the mesmerizing force we represented. It was never a contest. Our powers were far greater than their self-control. We always inserted an enduring command that disallowed them from recalling their submission to us. I'd never seen it not work. Sex, of course, was resumed to eradicate any seeds of doubt that might have germinated, patching the past with the present. For all intents and purposes, the hypnosis was a figment of their imagination, an erotic dream that couldn't possibly have happened.
Later, if their precious items were determined missing, they eventually filed insurance claims. Our victims were not without the means of recovery. Sam and I learned that often, the things we stole were over-insured as a matter of practice, so they rarely sustained a loss.
Recently, we determined a new manner of increasing our fortune and expanding wealth. Our various assignments had netted us an accumulation of artwork we wished to convert to cash. The underground network we previously used to dispose of it had run into too many legal entanglements. The authorities were onto that operation. Sam and I decided to take matters into our own hands and find an outlet for our spoils.
Kevin Williams and Rachel Gordon had come to our attention through advertisements. Their sound reputation and well-heeled clientele seemed the perfect channel. We figured it would take several months before our hoard was completely exhausted-where upon, we would part company and search for fresh loot.
I recognized Sam as the senior partner in our alliance. For as far back as my memory served me, I could not recall a single incident in which I was unhappy with our arrangement. I invested much in our merger. Trust received top ranking. Sam diligently addressed my needs. He was confidante, friend and financial guru. As a man, he understood me intimately. Prior to Sam, I have never known such fulfillment. He left me shivering, wanting more. I never tired of him, even when I was sore. He inspired a fiery lust, a dizzying exuberance that traveled from the pit of my soul to the balls of my feet. My pleasure stemmed from his hands, his mouth, his cock-and yet, it went beyond even that. Sam was my sun, and I felt I revolved solely around him. Our relationship was both emotionally and sexually gratifying.
That was the source of my anxiety. I had almost zero recollection of my life before Sam. It was as though my memory had been erased prior to his entrance. I was haunted by the fact I could not probe previous to the day we first met. I doubted I suffered from amnesia-my name hadn't escaped me.
I possessed the talent to work solo, yet I chose Sam as my accomplice. My freedom was an expense I willingly paid. I supposed I preferred to function in double harness than be an independent contractor. It wasn't an intolerable situation-not in the least.
I went into my purse and retrieved my pendant. It glittered in the darkness. Another odd feeling hounded me. I was compelled to drop the pendant and have it fall from reach. I had no desire to examine nor use it when in Sam's presence. It was totally automatic, as though programmed in my head. I didn't bother exploring that avenue, either.
No sooner had I returned my pendant to the confines of my purse and turned, but Sam's hands enclosed me. He studied me closely. "Is something wrong?"
I shook my head. "I guess I'm restless."
"There's nothing to be concerned about. Everything went incredibly smooth. Kevin and Rachel are entirely in our control. We'll set up shop tomorrow. I understand there's to be an exhibition in two weeks. That will allow us ample time to build a selected customer base."
Sam and I had discussed our strategy at length. We had the names of various clients who routinely made purchases from the gallery. Using hypnosis, we planned to induce them into making sizable transactions. Our illegally acquired artwork would pass into their hands, in exchange for top dollar. Neither of us could wait for the money to pile up. Even if we hadn't run into a snafu with our previously dealer, we tended to receive a fraction of our inventory's worth. He definitely skimmed off the top when it came to our merchandise. Now that he was written out of the picture, those lost profits would be reclaimed.
Sam was unconvinced of my mental welfare. "Is something bothering you?"
It was impossible to delude him. Sam knew how to strip the layers of deception with a single glance. He was remarkably clever. "I keep trying to remember the past-but can't. I always draw a blank."
He massaged my shoulders. "Then let it rest. Historically, there was nothing important."
"How can you be sure of that?"
He traced patterns on my chin and cheek with his thumb. The sensation was delightfully erotic. "Then you would have retained it."
My pulse accelerated as he sketched electric patterns over my jaw. That deep, masculine timbre ruled my soul. When Sam touched me, everything else shuffled to the back of my mind.
"Let's go back to bed." he mentioned.
I nodded. My nipples bulged at him. Both of us were insatiable creatures-slaves of our own desires.
As usual, Sam came to my rescue when I was disturbed over something.
CHAPTER THREE
The following day, Sam and I assumed our new roles at the gallery. We occupied smaller offices in the back. There was absolutely no temptation to displace Kevin and Rachel from their nicer quarters-we wanted little attention paid us during our tenure. We arranged to make our stay brief and wildly profitable.
I had just finished unpacking my things when Rachel entered. She hadn't contributed much in the way of conversation since my arrival. Because she was the product of Sam's influence, I made no attempt to disturb that foundation. I sensed her wish for dialogue, however. Sam had completed transferring his belongings to his drawers and went out that afternoon with Kevin. Rachel and I were the sole inhabitants of the gallery.
"Those are some lovely paintings," she remarked of the ones leaning against the doorway.
I had removed the brown wrapping paper from them and was in the middle of deciding what to do with them. Confiscated from the walls of a kinky lawyer who widely collected the classics, they were now in my possession. Their reputed value exceeded what I normally pilfered. Through the course of my profession, I learned the wisdom of not making off with what would be blatantly identified as stolen property. If I had, I exercised discretion in disposing of it.
Since Rachel was under Sam's control, I had no qualms about discussing anything with her. "Picasso has always been a weakness for me. I fluctuate between him and Salvadore Dali. I'm attracted to their brand of surrealism."
Rachel strolled toward me, nodding slowly. I don't think the paintings were her core interest. She seemed more taken with me.
I have on occasion enjoyed women as sexual partners. They offered a different kind of excitement. Everything was soft, fragrant, soothing. With men, I encountered roughness and urgency. My preference was dictated by mood.
Gazing at Rachel, I detected the rumblings of lust. The reigns Sam held over her did not impose sexual feelings. Hypnosis tended to kindle a spark in people whose amorous behavior had grown dormant. We never compelled anyone to sexually oblige us. Sex was initiated by our subjects; through it, we secured their trust to facilitate their trance. Placing them in our power was accomplished without incident.
Rachel boldly came up to me. Her fingers were whisper soft. Those tits brushed me and created sparks of passion. I could feel my pussy tense and moisten. Redheads bore that effect on me. Her blue eyes glittered with yearning. I began to wonder what she would taste like.
Kevin's description of her from the previous day resonated in the back of my mind. His references to her glacial personality didn't seem to apply. I perceived a woman with a simmering libido.
At that moment, Rachel appeared to crave something only a woman could supply. I was totally comfortable rendering that service.
God, I thought. The front door to the gallery was locked. I was alone with that ferocious hunger of hers-and curious as to how the scene would play.
"I believe we share similar tastes," she declared in a honeyed tone.
"I'm beginning to get that impression," I purred, unafraid to show my arousal.
She vented me a hot stare. She made no attempt to disguise her hunger. Her tongue entered my mouth with unexpected force, then swirled about until mine retaliated. Our tits were pressed together, nipples touching. I squirmed against her quivering form, enjoying those lush female curves. Mmmmmmmmm. It felt good, being embraced by an enthusiastic woman. I wondered how deeply her needs reached.
She was unbuttoning my blouse. Her fingers were quick, expert. The tiny pinch to my nipples made me gasp. She stirred the pink nub into a stiff peak. I shivered as it expanded, then moaned as she covered it with her mouth. She sucked on my tit so delicately. The persistence and urgency of her lips got me sopping wet.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," I whimpered, trembling from the intensity she exerted. My head tilted back as I attempted to absorb the sensations that hummed through my aroused flesh. I seized her head and held it in position. I didn't want her to stop slobbering on my rock-hard nipple-not even for a moment. The slurps she took were exquisite, satisfying.
When Sam hypnotized Rachel, he liberated an agitated sensual indulgence that had been locked away. I had seen it frequently happen-women learning of their submerged demand for pleasure after an intense ordeal with his medallion. Sex was something they craved of their own volition. The evolution was natural-the hypnosis merely set loose the inclination. In people with repressed appetites, they could become almost insatiable after being mesmerized.
Her fingers continued to roam all over me. She dug them into my ass and pulled me as close to her as possible. She appeared to take enjoyment in my body and what it had to offer. I sighed with contentment as her sucks became furious, demanding. When one of her hands cupped my mound and rubbed, my eyeballs rolled up in their sockets. I shuddered with joy. Just having those rotating tips near my clit offered some relief and sent my ardor spiraling.
She sensed my increasing dizziness and steered me to the desk. I couldn't resist her. The pleasure of her mouth was inescapable. I vibrated against those fiercely sucking lips. I knew what I wanted her to do with them.
Grasping the edge of the desk, I spread my legs. Rachel knelt, then lifted my skirt. She massaged the damp spot on my panties with her nose, inhaling my womanly fragrance. Her sob of approval made me shake. I caught my breath as my panties were dragged down my smooth thighs. She couldn't spend another second getting them off-her face plunged to my pussy. I felt her sharp exhalations against my flesh, following the whip of her auburn hair as it whipped my stomach and inner thighs. The last thing I experienced was the firm, moist tip of her tongue on my juicy cunt flesh. Then ... heaven.
"Oh, yeah, suck me," I moaned, thrusting my snatch at her eager mouth. I curved my legs about her bobbing head, clinging to her with all my might. I hugged the sides of her face. "Taste me. Yes. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Lick my pussy. Use your tongue. Lash my hot clit. Do me. Yes. Ohhhhhh."
Rachel proved quite knowledgeable in dispensing oral delight. Her strokes were soft, indulgent and gratifying. I couldn't get enough. I wanted her to suck me nonstop, cleaning me of juice. More and more streamed from my horny snatch, only to be scooped by that enthusiastic tip.
I writhed, accepting her fluttering lust. My head tilted back as the waves of joy overwhelmed me. My vision blurred, my speech garbled at the application of hot saliva.
I understood why Kevin often wanted her-and the magnitude of his disappointment when Rachel failed to comply. She certainly had me hooked. I could have easily formed an addiction to that wildly curling tongue and its delightful insanity.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," I panted, wanting more of that luscious treatment. Rachel voraciously indulged herself. Her eyes flickered up at me while bobbing between my legs. Each descent brought further bliss and a heightened loss of control. I took her head in my hands and pushed down on it, then swerved my pussy to her mouth. She let out her tip and engaged my clit with frantic strokes. "Ohhhhhhhh." I continued to hold her until the last of her slurps robbed me of my strength.
I came quickly, my brain unable to process another inflammatory image. I clenched my teeth and slammed my ass to the desk with shuddering force. Rachel didn't hesitate for a second, raging with thirst. She scooped up my tits and squeezed them as the spasms took possession. I arched my back and swayed, swinging my brunette hair. I ground my hips as the fire she created stormed through my flesh.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," I murmured, sweat pouring from my brow. "Oh, God."
"Mmmmmmmm," she sighed, absorbing the nectar that ran from my pussy.
I had to have some of that pussy. I wanted to familiarize myself with its flavor and feel her cum against my vibrating tongue.
Besides, we were totally alone without anyone to stop us from achieving that splendor.
Eagerly, she switched places with me. My face swooped between her legs. I smelled the excitement in her pussy. She, too, wanted to be licked. Her features stressed that notion. I was glad, because I wanted nothing more than to have that tangy cunt in my mouth.
"Yeah," she panted, recognizing my enthusiasm to please her. Urgency ruled her voice. She shoved those silken pubes at me. "Yeah, give me some tongue."
I had to suck on her pussy that instant. Her pink cunt lips beckoned to me. I opened them with my tongue, snaking the tip between that slippery division. Mmmmmmmm. The honey oozed right to my lips.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," I heard her gasp with satisfaction. She jerked in my grasp, responding to the heat of my craving. I held her fast and dove even further into her sopping crevice. I licked and sucked, causing those slim hips to undulate. "Yes, more, oh, please, more."
Her pleas were needless-I was only too happy to provide her the same courtesy. My taste buds screamed for her flavored dew.
I dipped my tongue into that yummy snatch. Her cunt melted my mouth. Rachel's breathing became ragged as I ate her pussy. I couldn't control myself. Tenderness was noticeably exempt from my technique. Unlike her calm nibbling, I was wilder. I made her thrash and sweat with my furious lashing. I fucked her relentlessly with my tongue. Her cunt became all the more juicy from my masterful probing. I sucked her until her nerves were visibly frayed.
God, I was hungry for cunt.
"Ohhhhhhh, oh, yes!" she cried, unable to eat my pussy as she'd done moments before. "Oh, baby, suck me, baby. Keep doing that."
Her sleek thighs surrounded my face. I saw them tremble as I used my tip to great effect. She was hoarse and burning with fever as I worked that clit, vibrating it to perfection. Because giving head was an enjoyable experience for me, I took pleasure in seeing her intense rebuttal.
"You like that, huh?" I murmured in between slurps. My lips were coated with her juices. I attached them without preliminary and sucked hard on her pink flesh. After several uninterrupted seconds, I lifted my mouth. Rachel was shaking badly. She couldn't begin to digest the lustful assault I engineered.
"Don't stop," she begged through clenched teeth. "Please, more."
To demonstrate the validity of her need, she cupped the back of my head and crammed that succulent pink flesh in my mouth. My tongue darted in her warm crevice and wriggled madly. I strongly sucked her pussy, permitting zero recovery. I devoured the tangy ooze that seeped from her sodden core, gulping every bit I could scoop. Mmmmmmmmmmm. I showed her some tricks that stole her breath.
"Yes," she whimpered. The hand that depressed my head trembled roughly. Her chin went high while she attempted to come up for air. "Yes. Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
"Mmmmmmmmm," I moaned, curling around the drenched lips and veering toward her clit. She tried pushing my mouth over it, but I resisted her. I teased her for several delightful seconds by licking her pink flesh and dabbing the juice-filled hole. Her agonized protests made no difference to me. I wanted to drive her insane. I drank her lip-smacking treat as though unable to receive my fill.
"More, please," she sobbed. To change my mind-or perhaps have her way--she bore down on my face. Her cunt was pushed over my mouth.
I swallowed what I had licked. Mmmmmmm. She had a heavenly flavor. I massaged her ass, pulling her tightly to my face. She yielded to my urgent strength. I had an unquenchable thirst for pussy.
Her nails raked through my hair. I decided to grant her relief. My tongue slithered over her clit in one continuous stream.
"Oh, God, ohhhhhhhhh." Her head tilted back, her chin high and her voice trailing off like a sigh. The pressure of her fingers lessened. Her ass wiggled in my clutches. "Yes, eat it. Put your whole tongue in there. Yeah. Oh, God. Fuck me with it. Yeah. Deeper. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh."
I gave her exactly what she craved. She authorized partnerships for Sam and me without further argument. Ever since he put Rachel under, the fight had been taken out of her. We had her under our thumb. Giving her the pleasure of my tongue and lips would have been a small price-if I hadn't enjoyed it so steeply.
Her ass thrashed against the desk at every flick of my snake-like tip and passage of my fingertips. I enjoyed fucking her with my tongue. I speared into her sopping tissue, savoring the event. My contentment stemmed from her full-throated cries.
After a few more sucks, Rachel came against my face. "Ohhhhhhhh, I'm cumming, cumming." I went about lapping that quivering flesh long after the contractions deserted her. I traced the slippery boundaries and intermittently plunged into her hot succulence. Her gratified yelp was final.
While she still shuddered with orgasm, I rose to my feet and embraced her. Rachel was appreciative of having someone to cling to during that weak moment. Her hands smoothed over my back. Her breath, scented with cunt, wafted. I nibbled on those moist lips, happy to see her gradual response.
It pleased me to see Rachel come to me. Her assistance might be required during a transaction with a customer. Now that we consummated our intimate bond, I felt I could rely on her to serve me. That pledge went beyond hypnosis-it evolved from erotic incentive. She knew she could come to me when she became ravenous. I would gladly alleviate her torment.
CHAPTER FOUR
"It's not bad-but I wouldn't pay a fortune for it," declared a tall, handsome man with dark hair and a mustache. He wore wire-rimmed glasses and appeared to hail from a cultural background.
I anchored my hand on my hip and affected a cocky attitude. "It's priced at a steal." I deliberately refrained from expounding on that remark. I was certain my tongue-in-cheek comment went right over his head.
He shook his head. "I think I'll pass."
Although he declined to buy one of my masterpieces, he was in no hurry to leave. He gave me a frank appraisal. I detected the activation of his erotic radar. Signals were transmitted, awaiting acknowledgment and perhaps acceptance. I curbed myself. Falling into his trap wouldn't occur that rapidly. I intended to extract my desired sum.
It was the night of our first, private showing. Sam and I had our paintings on display for a select group of Rachel and Kevin's choice clients. We went over the proposed invitation list several times before approving all guests. None of the names belonged to those we'd pillaged-or were their relations, for that matter. After traveling in intimate circles and availing ourselves to profitable situations, we had to exercise caution. Sam and I understood the value of prudence.
Rachel and Kevin had arranged a cozy little party, assembling those buyers who were most apt to spend thousands of dollars to enhance their private collections. Sam and I were going to count on these people's discretion. We contemplated sealing each bargain with a post-hypnotic suggestion.
The man I spoke with, Rob Forrest, was an independently wealthy young man in his mid-wenties, who seemed to have an unlimited amount of disposable income when it came to accumulating art. I was attracted to him the moment he entered the gallery. He was class and arrogance, all neatly wrapped. I supposed I'd always had a weakness for self-assured men. Masculine pride bought a whole lot of my attention. Rob took a generous share without trying.
"It's caught your eye," I said. "I can tell a serious patron of the arts. You want it, but prefer to haggle over the price."
"Do you have a talent for reading minds?" he suddenly inquired.
"Not to my knowledge."
"Then don't pretend to be familiar with my likings. That was quite a stale sales pitch." He picked up his wine glass and handed it to me. "How about a refill? All this dazzling genius is making me thirsty."
I went to fetch it. Immediately, I realized he was not to be pandered. Rob required delicacy. I had no problem shifting into that frame; after all, I donned my pendant prior to the guests arriving.
En route to the refreshment table, I was intercepted by a beautiful, dark-haired woman. Unable to place her, I checked her name tag: Linda Webster. Although that name failed to ring a bell-and certainly wasn't on the invitation list-there was something familiar about her face. I delved into my memory banks, but returned empty-handed. Her resemblance to someone I had once known was powerful, yet I had no recollection of who it might be.
Linda gazed at me. She appeared to recognize me in an instant. "Sheila?" she prompted with a warm smile.
The fact she knew me threw me a curve ball. "Have we previously met?"
Her dark eyes flashed. "You don't remember?"
"I suppose I should. You have me at an disadvantage. I seem to-"
"Sheila, your guest is waiting," Sam inter rupted, coming to my side. He disregarded the girl I was speaking with. His tone was abrupt, yet restrained while he grabbed my wrist. The pressure he exerted firmly reminded me of my duties.
"Yes," I said, gazing straight at him. "I was in the process of getting him more wine."
"Then be quick about it, baby," he whispered. "You don't want to lose sight of him."
I nodded. Sam resumed working the room, checking that everyone was sufficiently supplied with drinks and hors d'oeuvres. He felt it important that our guests received preferential treatment. Sam believed in creating positive impressions. He was a stickler for detail. I had been aware of his monitoring me since the party started. He was apprised of the progress I made with Rob Forrest and wanted nothing to go wrong.
I turned to Linda. "I suppose I'll catch up with you later."
She concurred with a smile that haunted me all over again. "I certainly hope so."
I was disturbed by the intimacy she displayed. A cloud of uncertainty hung between us; I couldn't see through that haze. She, on the contrary, had.
I rejoined Rob with a full glass. "It certainly took you long enough," he quipped. "This is so unlike Rachel and Kevin. Generally, they hire a catering crew to attend the guests."
"I apologize. I ran into an old acquaintance." I frowned. Was Linda that? I hadn't the slightest recollection.
"That makes no difference to me." He returned his gape to the painting I wished him to consider. "Hmmmmmmmm. Now I can study this properly."
I couldn't resist craning my neck to check on Linda. I searched the crowd, but could not find her. She had vanished as unexpectedly as she materialized.
Rob left before I could sink my claws into him. He mentioned an early appointment, but permitted my jotting down my number and calling him. He warned me of his busy schedule, but encouraged me to try reaching him. His condescension irked me, but I played along as the grateful servant. I resolved that once I had him alone, my pendant would alter that contemptuous attitude into complete obedience.
Sam had far better luck in the form of Jennifer Daniels. She was taken by his charm from the moment he served her a glass of champagne. Jennifer Daniels was an attractive candidate. Recently divorced from a successful attorney, Jennifer led a privileged life. She had also negotiated a lucrative settlement with her former husband, leaving her independently wealthy. A sassy blonde with a curvaceous body at forty, she was a luscious creature. Gazing at her, I couldn't deny she had allure.
Most of the people had left the gallery. All that remained were those taking advantage of the free Dom Perignon and the food. Sam signaled for me to join them. I suspected he wanted my participation. I couldn't understand the basis for it. Sam seemed to already have her at his disposal. I doubted hypnosis was even required.
It was not my place to challenge Sam. I learned never to question his motives. If he wished my cooperation, then I gladly gave it.
We were in the back room of the gallery where I'd had my interesting encounter with Rachel. I still shivered at the explosion of her fiery sensuality. Rachel and I hadn't touched one another since, but the remembrance of her tongue lingered.
Jennifer had been given a fresh glass of champagne while Sam carried the two paintings that appealed to her into the room. Each carried an exorbitant price. That Jennifer could afford both amazed me. I had thought Sam marked them rather high-unreachable for most patrons-but Jennifer apparently had the means to acquire them.
I glanced at those beautifully shaped legs as they were crossed and felt a jump of lust. Jennifer had a body that inspired the imagination. The swell of her tits, the trim waist, the sleek hips were pure symmetry. Her blue eyes sparkled the second I entered the room. Those full, sensual lips curved. I immediately was of the impression Jennifer liked women as well as men.
"Jennifer, this is my assistant, Sheila," Sam introduced. "I'm sure you'll find her every bit as charming as I described."
Jennifer engaged me in a smile, then patted the space beside her on the sofa. "Come sit with me, dear. I can't seem to choose between the two of them. They're both marvelous."
I glanced at Sam. He informed me, with a hasty look, to do as I was told. He also managed to convey that I was to loosen up and intrigue Jennifer in the manner I made famous.
I strutted over to the sofa and deposited my sweet ass next to her. Jennifer visibly appreciated my presence and moved a fraction closer. I caught the stimulating fragrance of her perfume. Jennifer smelled delicious. Following Sam's directions was a pleasure when considering what I was getting.
I crossed my legs with lustful precision, making certain that my thigh brushed Jennifer's. Electric shocks resulted. I couldn't help the growth of my nipples, which emerged swiftly through my blouse. "The selection process can be daunting," I remarked in a husky tone. "Please, relax. There's no hurry. We have all the time in the world."
Sam took a seat opposite us. I briefly referred to him, aware of Jennifer's concentration on me. His implication was that I lure her into a seductive mood. That hardly proved to be an obstacle-especially taking into account the number of glasses of champagne she'd had.
Jennifer made the first move. One minute, she weighed the two paintings, and in the next, her lips grazed the nape of my neck. Her breath against my skin caused a ripple of excitement. I moaned at the flurry of joy that raced through my being. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. She attached herself to my flesh and sucked. Her tongue prodded and titillated me. My pussy filled with juice. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I glanced over at Sam and saw doubles. The speed with which she operated threw me off guard. My arousal was swift and enjoyable.
I took her into my arms. Our tits were pressed together, our nipples flush. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Waves of desire streamed through me. She slid over my shaking body, grinding her pussy to mine. Jennifer was vividly on fire. Her agitation was so great, I believe she genuinely forgot about Sam. That he watched us was of no consequence to Jennifer. She slobbered me all the same.
I didn't mind her getting on top of me. I loved her furious fascination, her ravenous expression. She opened my blouse and scooped up my tits.
My nipples were surrounded by a pool of warm moisture. Her suck made my toes curl. I arched my back, exhilarated by her vibrating lips.
I reached between her legs and squeezed her mound. The damp spot in her panties informed me how wired she was. Her honeyed scent inflamed my appetite. I wanted to eat some of that hot, eager pussy.
While we rearranged ourselves on the sofa, I was scarcely aware of Sam's activities. Jennifer lifted herself over my face, then bore down. She wore the kind of panties with the snaps for instant accessibility. I ripped them open with my teeth, then dove in there with my tongue. Mmmmmmm. She was every bit as good as I'd anticipated.
Jennifer wasn't the passive type. She curved herself so that my pussy was within range, then descended upon it. The stab of her tongue stole my breath. I trembled as she lapped me clean.
The room echoed with our slurps and the sound of juicy cunt. We were both hoarse with satisfaction. Though I had originally intended to suck her pussy only until she came, I found my appetite for cunt overwhelming. I went on giving her head, listening to her lustful pleas and moaning as that wonderful tongue of hers tickled my clit.
From the corner of my eye, I discerned Sam. He rose from his seat and strode over to us. I saw the flash of his medallion and knew her grip on reality would soon end. He smirked at what my tongue did to her.
Jennifer seemed far too stimulated to notice. Her soft gasps and slurps were uninterrupted. My mouth was stuffed with pussy as her palm came crushing down over my head. Those hot, tangy juices intoxicated me. I had no choice but to swallow what was being squirted in my face.
Sam wasn't quick to use the medallion. He waited interminably, in my opinion. I didn't have an inkling what he planned to do until I saw him unzip his pants. The long, swollen cock extended from his body like a third leg. Lust welled up inside me. I wanted to get my mouth around that enlarged cockhead and suck. He took it into his fist and pumped it back and forth. His large thumb pressing against the bulbous crown made it look hungrier for pussy.
Jennifer was oblivious to his scheme. She was preoccupied with the licks she dispensed on my clit. I received her saliva-rich tip with mind-bending satisfaction. Ohhhhhhhhh. I could barely keep my focus as she worked my snatch. The titillation she afforded me was totally reciprocated. I attached my lips with a frenzy, sucking hard on that delectable snatch. The nectar that spurted from her loins made me thirsty for more. I gobbled that cunt flesh without discipline.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned as I went down on her.
"Mmmmmmm," I growled into her wet pussy, giving it some provoking jabs with my tongue. I cleaned the pink surface with indulgent flicks. Her moisture was sweet, invigorating.
Sam stroked himself slowly while viewing our animate display. His breathing seemed pinched as he studied my oral technique. I'm sure he thought about having my limber tongue dancing around his stiff cock. I know I did.
After a few more seconds of watching me lick Jennifer, he separated us. He released that throbbing dick and dragged her butt toward him. His fingers were long, spanning more than the length of each cheek. My heart pounded as I saw that big thing move to her moist opening. His cockhead split those hot, clinging lips apart, then drove full-length into its steamy confines. I smacked my lips of her remnant juices as he put all of it into her.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," Jennifer wailed, absorbing that huge cock. I could feel the sweet agony she endured of having all that crammed into her pussy. "Oh, Sam, ohhhhhhh, oh, God," she whimpered, lifting her mouth from my cunt. I could feel her muscles tense as he impaled her. His thrust apparently reminded her that he had been available all along, prepared to give her that invigoration.
My head craned backward so I could see that pulsating shaft sawing into her sluiced cunthole.
Back and forth it went, plunging into that slippery crevice. His balls looked tight in their sac as he swung in both directions, making Jennifer cry out. I'm sure having that thing in her pussy dominated her senses. She couldn't begin to concentrate on giving me pleasure and having it fuck her.
"You got Jennifer nice and wet," he told me, shoving himself into her snatch. "Oh, yeah. She's pretty excited after licking your pussy." He groaned aloud, enjoying the fit. His dick made noisy smacking sounds as it emerged from, then returned to, her hot lips. "How did you like my assistant, Jennifer? Did she warm you up for my big dick? Oh, yeah. I'd say so. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. You were all set to get stuck with this thing."
Jennifer was unable to reply. His heavy, luxuriant strokes deprived her of speech. Only her drawn out syllables were comprehensible.
Sam seized her ass cheeks and held her to his solid cock. He made sure she took all he gave her. He ground himself to her plush buttocks, embedding that massive thing between her legs. I trembled, seeing the insides of his hair-rough thighs and his equipment smash against Jennifer's soft flesh.
"Ohhhhhhhh," she moaned, absorbing the impact.
Jennifer must have regained her wits, for seconds later, she started licking my pussy again.
I couldn't observe the action with a clear mind-my thoughts were polluted with warm, flashing images once her tongue wiggled at my clit. I shivered at the knowledge of tingling saliva being applied to my cunt. Her drool spread like liquid fire. My fingers sank into her flesh as I attempted to reconcile the quick change of temperature.
"Jesus," I clenched my teeth, hissing. Jennifer was giving me incredible head. I nearly swooned-but didn't. Instead, I recovered enough presence of mind to return the favor in kind. I couldn't lick her as efficiently as I had before. Sam's dick blocked the way. I had to slurp around that shaft as it fucked Jennifer. Neither seemed to object to my furtive laps-not even when they intensified. If anything, they accentuated the moment.
"Oh, yeah, lick us, baby. Suck on me while I fuck Jennifer. Let me feel that hot tongue wiggling against my cock. Ahhhhhhhh, make me wet. Isn't Jennifer juicier with my cock inside her? She's even more excited, dripping with pleasure. Taste it, it's so good. Swallow it. Yeah, gulp it down."
Sam was getting me hot with his bold talk. He knew I liked it, too. He derived enjoyment from our drenched agony and did everything in his power to compound it.
The gold medallion slapped his furry chest as he pounded himself to Jennifer. He made her feel the brunt of his arousal. His flesh slapped to hers, perpetuating the smell of excited cunt. Jennifer's enjoyment seemed to stem from Sam's gratification. The more boisterous his grunts, the higher plane she ascended-given her graduating cries.
"Fuck me," Jennifer blurted, tearing her face from my cunt. "Fuck me hard, yes. Faster. Make me cum, Sam. Please make me cum."
If her squirming and sobbing were any indication, that was inevitable. Sam didn't appear to expend energy on pleasing Jennifer. He continued to stroke her pussy in the same brusque manner he affected. There was no change in speed or turbulence-merely the routine hammering of his cock.
Jennifer worked herself into a frenzy. I felt her hot, steamy breath over my pussy just before she lowered her mouth to it. She engaged my clit with her tongue, lashing it until I was flooded with her juices. Her slurps left me shaken, but satisfied. I urged her forward with a lunge of my hips. Her face was trapped between my legs. I was unwilling to release her until I came.
"Suck her," Sam commanded Jennifer. "Suck her pussy, eat her cunt. That's it, baby, make my assistant cum. Use your tongue to make her climax. Yeah, keep going. Don't stop, even if she begs. Yeah, gulp down that honey that's oozing from her snatch."
Once again, Sam's sex talk electrified me. I wanted to get my mouth on him and hear his groan of approval. I wanted to suck his cock until his squirts of hot cum inundated my cheeks.
I was close to achieving that goal. His dick might have been crammed into Jennifer's pussy, but it was mere inches from my lips. I let out my tongue and slurped his pulsing stem. I could feel the throb of lust as he pushed that thing into Jennifer.
"Oh, yeah, you're hungry, too. Hungry for a real man. Maybe I ought to fuck your face, baby. Give you the genuine thing."
I panted at the thought. He read my expression and very slowly removed himself from Jennifer's wet pussy. His cock dripped with her tangy juices. My tongue slithered over his underside, capturing some of the flavor. Mmmmmmmmm. I wanted to lick all of Jennifer from him. Sam, however, wanted me to suck it off.
He lifted Jennifer away from my face so he had room to manipulate my mouth. Jennifer whimpered in frustration at not having Sam fuck her. She immersed herself in eating me, attacking my clit with a vengeance.
"Jesus," I moaned, shutting my eyes as Jennifer ignited a strong charge in my pussy. I twisted myself beneath her writhing flesh, silently pleading with her to let the actions of her tongue repeat. I was ecstatic to receive such lavish treatment.
Sam set his cockhead on my forehead and rubbed. Jennifer's moisture still clung to his dick, mixing with my sweat. The heat from his cock was more than I could stand. He began to travel across my face, sliding over my nose, until the tip of his shaft rested on my lips. I opened them, urging him to fill my mouth with cock.
"You want to eat that thing, don't you?" he asked. "You're starved for cock, eh? Okay, baby, show Jennifer how good you suck." With that, he lifted himself on his haunches so he could direct his cock through my parted lips. "Demonstrate how much you can take. I'm sure she wants to see you handle it."
I was game. I loved sucking Sam. His size got me all the more horny. I opened wide to permit him full entrance. He pushed that dick into my face, bearing down. I listened to air get trapped in his chest, felt his fingertips, which were fastened to my shoulders, shake. More and more of him was consumed. I made him wet with my spit as each inch was fed to me. The scent of Jennifer's pussy still remained on him. It was sweet, inflaming my taste buds. I wanted to get back to licking her after I was through with him. Her zesty flavor would complement Sam's creamy explosion.
"Christ," Sam gasped as my lips claimed him. "Oh, Jesus. Oh, baby, how could I forget how familiar you are with cock? You know what to do with your mouth and tongue. Ahhhhhhhhhh. Take more. Swallow me. Suck me. Yeah, eat my dick. Ahhhhhhhhh. Christ, that's the biggest mouthful you've ever had, baby. Don't rush-go easy. Suck it slowly, don't take more than you can manage."
That cock occupied all the room I had in my mouth. It slid down my throat smoothly, without incident. I was ready to take it all.
I sucked on as much of him that had not been introduced to my throat. My lips were wrapped about that throbbing shaft while my tongue flicked its veins. I could literally feel his intake of breath as I clenched him. His tremors were vivid as I coated his swollen length with shivering saliva.
My efforts were nearly subverted by the prolonged sucks Jennifer took between my legs. It was difficult focusing on Sam while getting my pussy eaten by such an expert. Jennifer demonstrated command of the oral arts to a far greater degree than I originally gave her credit. The use of her tongue and lips exceeded my expectations. She spread my cunt lips with her fingers, then proceeded to subject my clit to some serious licking. Each time her tip curled around my love button, it drove me wild. Several times, my vision blurred as she lapped me clean. Ohhhhhhhhh. I didn't want her to stop, yet I wanted to finish Sam off with my mouth. Warm, swirling bursts of pleasure radiated throughout my snatch. I nearly doubled over in bliss from receipt of such lavish attention.
"God," I murmured against Sam's cock. I couldn't utter another word beyond that-my mouth was full. I did see, however, that Sam's chin was up and he was sweating profusely. The hair on his chest was plastered around the medallion. My sucking on him was rapidly reaching conclusion. His fists were balled up and shaking. His chest rose and fell with intensity.
"Oh, baby, suck me. Suck me. Yeah," he panted, pumping his dick through my sealing lips. His hips rocked faster, back and forth, gaining momentum. "Oh, Jesus, oh, baby, you're going to make me cum. I'm going to cum in your mouth-"
Hearing him on the verge of convulsion, I made the mental separation of the enjoyment Jennifer gave me and the satisfaction I attempted to give him. I concentrated on Sam-wanting him to cum hard. My lips and tongue worked in tandem to milk him of that white goo. I kept sucking until I felt that splash of warm jizz and those subsequent squirts jetting from his cumhole. All of it would be swallowed before I liberated him from my suctioning orifice.
Naturally, Jennifer wasn't going to make it simple. She slurped loudly between my legs, treating my pussy to some first-rate head. She plunged her tongue into my crevice and reamed my cunthole for several moments, until I was nearly out of air. It took all my will just to continue. I was ready to cum, but hoped Sam's orgasm would occur first.
As it happened, Sam erupted before Jennifer served me some debilitating contractions. I managed to adequately lift my head so I was at a more desirable angle to manipulate his cock. I grasped him with my lips and vibrated my tongue to an uncontrollable point. I sucked hard on him-harder than was probably necessary-urging him to cum. I employed all the suction at my disposal to make this an eventful release.
His hands shot to the sides of my head and seized me with urgency. I heard his deep cry unearth from the pit of his throat and emerge in a gruff voice. "Jesus. Oh, baby, swallow. Swallow it. Ahhhhhhhhh. Yeah, swallow it."
The cum just exploded in my mouth. I wasn't prepared for the amount he emptied into my cheeks. God, there was so much to gulp down. My throat muscles functioned automatically, working the heavy squirts. His entire body shook as he discharged his hot goo.
"Arrggghhhhh," he growled, cumming. "Ugh! Uggghhh! Uggghhhhh!"
I almost had downed all of it when Jennifer's experienced licks took me by storm. A fever subdued me with an exacting force. I was instantly disabled from completing Sam's suck. I couldn't believe she could make me cum harder than before, but she did. Perhaps it was the excitement of having Sam cum in my mouth while I was getting eaten-or the spontaneity of the situation. In any event, it was mind-twisting. I writhed and shuddered, feeling that tongue slither over and over my throbbing clit. Jolts of electricity crackled through my thoroughly aroused body. The strength of my spasms disarmed me. My lips widened to disengage the hold I retained on Sam's cock. It popped out, spurting more of its liquid fury. Hot cum splattered my face. My ability to swallow was crippled. The cum I had inside my mouth ran out, dribbling over my lips and down my chin.
"Ohhhhhhhh," I murmured, trembling.
Jennifer wasn't going to let Sam's precious jism go to waste. She had reversed position and was kissing me and lapping off the cum from my face.
Sam made sure he smeared my forehead, my eyebrows, my cheeks and my nose with jism. He rubbed me with his semi-hard cock, grunting as his creamy excess glazed my features.
"Yeah," he gasped, shooting the last of it on me. "Yeah, baby. You wanted my jizz so badly, didn't you. Go ahead. Clean me up."
I certainly couldn't dispute that. The only redeeming fact was that Jennifer gladly helped clean the mess he created. Her tongue danced over me, attending to the globs of white stuff.
Sam pulled back, groaning, then rested on his knees. He looked liked he was trying to catch his breath while enjoying the aftermath. We girls had certainly furnished him sizzling sport. His eyes were glazed over while the perspiration just streamed from his handsome face and hairy chest. His gold medallion caught my attention once again.
"Mmmmmmmm," Jennifer purred, provoking my tongue to play with hers.
Sam's cum was passed between us. We fought over the remnants with mischievous looks, almost giggling. Jennifer didn't seem the least petulant over my receiving the bulk of his eruption.
I saw her glance up at Sam while she licked his cock. The medallion was poised between his fingers, reflecting the light. She didn't remove her eyes, straying at its glittering sight.
I knew better than to fix myself on that thing. Sam's medallion was extremely powerful. I averted my gaze while wriggling my tongue over the plump head of his dick. The cumhole split open and creamy jism oozed. I ladled it up with my hooked tip. Mmmmmmmmmmmm. I ran that healthy glob back and forth against the roof of my mouth, then let it slide down my throat. I really loved how it tasted.
Jennifer's slurping discontinued. The sparkle of those blue eyes dimmed. Her features froze. She went completely still.
"Keep looking at it," Sam commanded. "You're unable to steer away."
Jennifer obeyed him. The distant quality of her pupils reflected her sleep-like state.
I moved away from her. The second someone was placed in a trance, it was imperative not to touch. Sam's legs receded also, along with his slick cock.
"You're unable to defy me, Jennifer," he said, maintaining his intense stare. He rotated the medallion in his clasp, causing it to seize, then disburse, the light. "I am your master. You will do exactly as I tell you." He paused, then whispered, "Nod if you understand."
Jennifer's head moved faintly. She was emotionless, devoid of her recent fire.
"Excellent. You will purchase both those paintings. You can easily afford five thousand for each. When I have released your mind, you will write me a check for ten thousand dollars. The paintings will be delivered to your home tomorrow afternoon. You will not recall purchasing them, nor will you have any memory of this incident."
Jennifer nodded again.
"Very well. There's one more thing before I release you, Jennifer. If I should need you in the future, you are compelled to obey me. You will come immediately to me, without hesitation." Again, she nodded.
Sam took his cock and stuck it between her lips. He had grown into a semi-erect state during Jennifer's enchantment. The moment his dick entered her mouth and touched her tongue, she blinked. He pushed into her throat, then dragged himself back. Bubbles of her saliva emerged from the corners of her trembling lips. Sam sawed back and forth, getting larger from each thrust. Jennifer reawakened, then started sucking more fiercely on him.
"Yeah," he groaned, pumping her face. He rocked feverishly, encouraged by her enthusiasm to perform solely for him. "Do it. Suck me. Suck my cock."
I watched him fuck her mouth, then explode. It didn't take long. Sam was very turned on by her total compliance. Jennifer eagerly swallowed his load.
While I observed him shudder and contract in her eager orifice, my thoughts returned to Linda-the woman I had met at the party.
Who was she? Why did she know me? Would we cross paths again?
I wished I could remember.
CHAPTER FIVE
I carried the painting that captured Rob Forrest's attention the previous night and brought it to his door. He was expecting me-but not what I was wearing. I had on a diaphanous blouse that gave him a transparent view of my rock-hard nipples. The temperature had dropped several degrees, honing them into thick stubs. My miniskirt was so short, it was a fraction from showing hair. I purposely skipped wearing panties; they wouldn't have stayed on for long, anyway. Spiked heels completed my ensemble; they clicked audaciously on the pavement.
Rob seemed appreciative of the bother I went to in dressing for him-yet wouldn't voice it. His ego rejected any form of flattery. Rob was unquestionably a graduate from the School of Chauvinism. He dwelled over my wanton appearance for a few moments before noticing that I had brought along the Salvadore Dali. "Now that's what I call personalized service."
Boldly, I entered his home without receiving an invitation; given Rob's poor manners, I sarcastically concluded it had escaped his mind. He lived in the lap of luxury: vaulted ceilings with skylights, pristine white furnishings, doorways with rounded corners, a curved staircase with an enormous stained-glass window at the top rest. Rachel had given an accurate account of Rob's financial status; he definitely came from money.
We went to his family room. Naturally, I wasn't offered anything to drink; extending me that courtesy would have disproved his image. He indicated that I join him on his sofa after positioning the painting against his fireplace for his second evaluation.
"So, you're still pursuing me for its original price," he mused. "You're wasting your time, Sheila. You've marked it much too high for my pocketbook."
It was a blatant lie. His expenditures on interior decoration must have amounted to hundreds of thousands. Kevin assured me that Rob had the money. Dickering with me was going to be futile after I finished with him. "I thought perhaps bringing it to your home and having you examine it in the room you determined might help you make an informed decision." To punctuate my sassy comment, I crossed my sleek legs and intentionally brushed him. The hem of my skirt traveled north, affording him an invigorating portion of my slim thigh.
He digested the sensations I fed him. The corner of his mouth twitched, then his brow narrowed. "Is that truly the reason for your being here?"
"Why else would I bring the painting?" I purred.
"Because you want me. I can tell. It was written on your face last night, and it's still there. You can't help yourself. The chemistry was much too strong."
He spoke seriously. His statement had some validity: there was physical attraction. His omission of it being mutual struck a familiar chord. Rob apparently wasn't the type who admitted a single weakness.
I permitted him to carry forward his little charade. The tables would soon be turned. "It was that obvious?"
"Yes," he went on in a deep register. "You came here to suck my cock."
I glanced down at his crotch. He had the beginnings of a hard-on. His legs were set apart as though to engage my furtive glances. I felt the heat rise from his loins. I placed my hand over the shape of his cock. An exhilarating assault resulted. His features immediately tensed. My fingers swept over him, affecting rousing patterns that spurred his growth. He thickened and stretched as I rubbed him. His dick swelled in his pants, straining the front. Mmmmmmm. Rob surely had something to boast about.
"Doesn't it look good?" he prompted, influencing my comment. "Does it make that appetite of yours flare?" He nudged me with his thigh. "Go ahead. Cater to your whims. I know you want it."
He sounded confident, as though I had the demand and he the supply. To some extent, his point was valid. I craved that thing, but I was in control of my yearning.
I made quite a ceremony of opening his Dockers belt, then undoing the top button of his pants. I promoted an air of anticipation. There was no hurry in unzipping him. The metal tag descended with deliberate slowness. When I saw that sizable bulge in his underwear, I trembled. There was a whole lot of man tucked in those briefs. Involuntarily, I panted.
"You like what you see, eh?" he said, leaning into the cushions and throwing his legs even farther apart. His arms lay flat across the back of the sofa. "Go ahead, baby. Help yourself. That's what it's there for."
My hand drifted over his thigh. I left what I hoped was a path of tingles along that contour of muscle. My tits puffed up, the nipples delectably protruding. My dark hair spilled over my shoulders as I made my descent.
I squeezed the sinew that gave his thighs their masculine shape. I move closer to the source of his mounting pleasure. My fingers spanned over the jutting outline of his cock. I couldn't resist pressing my cheek against it, then my nose and finally my lips. His throb aroused me.
"Oh, wow," I murmured, rheum occupying my throat. My desire for him was genuine. "You're huge."
"You've got that right," he said, smugly. "Think you can handle it, baby-or do I have too much for that little mouth?"
I rubbed him gently, fingering his pulsating cock. I traced that swell of manhood with my nail. My breath was hot and shaky. I could scarcely control my hunger. I pulled down his briefs, letting that long, heavy shaft spring freely in the air.
I toyed with it for a moment, stroking and caressing it. I moved my thumb slowly back and forth across the tip, prying at the tiny hole, then withdrawing and sliding down to the base. He groaned, savoring the slide of my clasped fingers. His palpitations were quite prevalent.
"I'm going to make you feel so good," I spoke in a silken whisper. "Mmmmmmmmm."
I enclosed the tip of his cock, pursing the map of blood vessels that protruded along the surface of that towering column. I consumed more of his length, vibrating my sensual lips. My tongue swirled beneath the dense rim of his helmet, caressing the area until he shifted in his seat. I focused on the mushroomed figure up and around, stopping at the tiny cumhole and prying it open with my insistent tip. A bead of his tasty goo was collected. Mmmmmmm. I knew a great deal more would be released if I continued to suck on him.
"Yeah," he groaned as I fastened myself to his bulk. He cupped the top of my head and pushed down. Exposure to my silken warmth and hot drool invariably robbed him of self-control. "Take more."
My cheeks hollowed and I created a vacuum in the rear of my throat. My tongue was never idle as my lips rolled over that huge cock. I made him disappear nibble by nibble, slurping as I went. It felt so good, having him in my mouth. I lapped the underside of his thickened shaft, provoking him with my darting tip.
"Mmmmmmmmm," I gasped, mouthing him. "Ohhhhhhhhh." My head dipped into his lap, capturing more of that delicious cock with my lips. I was thankful for Rob having such a big dick. There was so much to love.
I swallowed him whole after tormenting him with my tongue. I essentially had little choice. After taking him into my mouth, smashing that plump head against its roof, there was no other place to put him. I gulped him down noisily, letting him hear of my challenge to accommodate that monstrous thing. His dick was coated with my scalding saliva. I let it trickle down to his balls, carried by my warm exhalations.
"Christ," he choked, clamping my head and feeding it to me. He elevated himself until his balls were crushed to my lips. That bloated crown ventured further than it ever had in my throat. My muscles strained to accept all of him. His fever didn't last. He regained his sense of presence and eased up on the pressure he exerted. His cock receded somewhat, until I could breathe normally. Never once, during that stranglehold, did I lose the thread of my style. My tongue swept over him, lashing that appetizing cock with all the care I could demonstrate.
The faint mewls in the back of my throat were eagerly perceived. The radiant heat of my cheeks and the redness spreading over my skin could not be faked.
I dipped into the pocket of my skirt and removed the pendant. Merely clasping it ignited my confidence. It was easy enough to forget the thread of my mission with that mouth-filling cock bobbing in my face. I smirked, then slipped the chain over my head. The pendant settled in the crook of my sumptuous bosom.
"What the hell is that?" he queried.
"My good luck charm."
He regarded me as though I didn't have a rational bone in my body. "You need that now?"
"We still have the portrait to discuss, Rob. I want you to purchase it. For twelve thousand dollars."
"You're insane, baby. I wouldn't give you two for it."
"It is Salvadore Dali."
"That price is ridiculously inflated." He grabbed my head and dragged me toward his cock. "Finish."
I let out my tongue in a tease. "You'll change your mind."
"Not a chance."
My lips virtually mauled that thick, delectable cock. I sent him reeling with each forceful suck, pulling frantically at the taut skin.
"Yeah. Just suck my dick, baby. That's the only talent you have." He lifted his ass and shoved himself securely into my mouth. "You probably figured you could charm me into buying that painting. Ha. All you're going to get is my cock." His eyes were intent on my lips as they engulfed him. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. You sure wanted it, didn't you? Look at you eat that sucker. You're wild for it. Yeah. Go ahead, take it down your throat. Do it. Ahhhhhhhhhhh."
I made certain my pendant was plainly in view while I devoured him. He was unwilling to gaze at it. I writhed between his spread legs, knocking him with my tits. I provoked him, but he refused to cooperate. He much preferred watching me blow him. He enjoyed my servitude and not having to part with thousands of dollars in order to receive my moist, clinging lips. He certainly believe he had outwitted me, enticing me with that monster between his legs.
He had absolutely no idea who he was fucking with. When I had on my pendant, the possibilities were endless.
I slid my shivering wetness over him, exciting him further with my tongue. I stayed on him feverishly long, keeping my mouth full. When his cock protruded from my lush lips, I glanced up at him and sent him a steamy message. My guttural happiness was communicated in that moment. I'm sure the sight of my gorgeous wrapped lips propelled his urge to cum.
I returned to sucking him. I pulled at his tense skin, putting a fire ball in his dick. Rob worked his hips, giving me a mouth fuck. Mmmmmmm. I let him thrust into my face, feeling the tremors amass in his groin. It wouldn't be long, now; I would have something creamy to eat.
"Yeah," he gasped. "Suck that dick. Eat it. Swallow me. Oh, yeah, baby. Get your mouth all over it. Make your lips tight so I can fuck your mouth."
He crammed himself into my saliva-rich orifice, his features intense. Humor was devoid in his expression. I had beckoned the animal inside him and it dutifully answered my call. The slick sounds of my mouth on his cock echoed between us. I licked up the excess spit that coasted down that pulsating shaft.
I pumped his balls with my hands. They were tight, fueled with that luscious white goo. I wove through his errant pubes, attempting to bring the fire that raged inside him to full intensity. My oral frenzy wouldn't be complete without that intoxicating massage.
My lips engaged him with hot, searing sensations. I bore down on him with my determined mouth, packing myself with hard dick. He shook in his seat, responding to the smother of my lips. His shaft was spittle-slick, practically sliding out of my mouth. I moaned and grabbed him in a secure lock, working him into a seizure.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" I commanded through my attached lips. "Hurry! Cum in my mouth!"
Rob's eyes screwed shut, his mouth twisted, and then guttural sounds emerged from the bottom of his throat. "Uggghhhhh! Arrgghhhhh! Uggghhhhhhhh!"
He exploded in my mouth. His hot spew erupted with a vengeance. He grasped my head and discharged. I swallowed that dense fluid, spurring its release with my tongue. I managed to keep the steady stream he fed me flowing down my throat. He pumped my face, dragging air into his lungs. I watched as his eyes slowly opened and noticed their glazed quality. The rage that left his body depleted him of strength.
"Whew," he muttered, when I lifted my face. "Jesus. At least you accept your lot in life. Having a dick stuck in your mouth is about as far as you're going to go, baby." He chuckled. "You sure don't possess the talent to sell expensive paintings. Anybody can see you're not qualified."
He saw the webs of spittle cling to my lips as I gazed at him. I did a little trick with my tongue, detaching those strings with a few expert whips.
Rob settled back in his seat, breathing roughly. He continued to study me as I shifted on my knees. I recognized his compliant mood. He was far too drained to defy me now. I leveled my pendant at him. Immediately, it arrested him. His eyes were riveted to its jewel.
"It's beautiful," I softly remarked.
"Yes," he muttered.
I aimed it at the skylight, reflecting the afternoon sun. It threw splinters of color at him-fragments he couldn't avoid. He made no further attempt to avert his gaze.
"Find its center," I commanded. "It tends to elude the eye."
Rob obeyed. His pupils went still, then enlarged. What he found waiting for him in my pendant's nucleus seized his determination. I felt his will power draining from his body.
I moved back, careful not to brush his open legs. The pendant's position was unaltered. I intensified his trance. "You are unable to resist it. Keep staring into its glowing slivers. You're entering a world I exclusively rule. You have no choice but to proceed."
Rob's breathing slackened. His chest rose and fell gently. He stared blankly at me, unable to oppose me another second. The insolence he displayed deserted him. His chauvinistic attitude was gone.
"You can't stir, can you, baby? No, not a muscle. You're my slave." I spoke firmly, asserting my role. I almost felt like a dominatrix-with the exception of distributing pain. Rob would receive nothing of the sort. My instructions would be followed to the letter. "You will submit to me exactly as I wish. Mentally, you are my prisoner."
Rob gaped at me, exempt of emotion.
"I came here, allowing you to purchase that Salvadore Dali for twelve thousand. Because of your impertinence, you will pay me twenty. Is that understood?"
He nodded mechanically.
"When I lift my spell, you will write me a check for that amount. You will do so without reservation. You will continue to be my servant-even when not summoned by my pendant. My voice will trigger the part of your subconscious I now hold captive. You will be compelled to obey me each and every time I commission. Furthermore, you will have no recall of this incident. Your enslavement will be struck from memory. Do you understand me?"
Again, he nodded. Regardless of the blank departure his eyes took, he filed away my directives one by one.
"Very good. I will awaken you now. You have your orders. Remember to fulfill them."
I lowered my head and licked his balls. My tongue scattered revitalizing saliva over his flesh. The first lap caused him to blink, the second a flinch, and by the third, he reclaimed my head with the span of his fingers.
I loved waking them up after subjecting them to hypnosis. Every one revived not only with his lust intact, but in a highly aggravated form.
I transferred my lips to his mouth, my breath whispering over his face. Desire emanated from his body. I welcomed those lush vibrations.
I had planted the seeds of instruction in his head. What I ordered would occur naturally. He would have no recollection of the ordeal.
Our lips parted simultaneously. We made contact via tongue, the saliva-rich pressure exacting. I sobbed down his throat while he probed me with his agile tip. Ohhhhhhhh. I ached for his hungry grope. I slid closer, willing him to grab my ass, squeeze my tits. My nipples throbbed for masculine attention.
His desire was easily read. The same flush in his cheeks, the glazed eyes, the quickening pulse were perceptible indications. The chemical reaction that coincided between us was electrifying.
Rob's soft, possessive lips played over my silky shoulders. Their indulgent ripple took my breath. I tilted back my head, gasping for air. My dark hair tumbled to one side as I fed him the nape of my throat. Ohhhhhhhh. Hot shivers raced through my flesh. This was definitely not the same man I just sucked off. His rude character was exorcised. Rob demonstrated a capacity for tenderness. I gave myself over to this changed man and the careful reigns he now held on his appetite.
"Mmmmmmm," he murmured, nibbling on my ear lobe. My blouse slipped from my flesh. The buttons were undone with an expert twist. An acceleration of tremors coursed through me. That sensation was further tweaked when his lips captured one of my nipples. I moaned as he sucked it. "Ohhhhhhh! Oh, God!" I could have laid there for hours and let him work me over with that pleasure-giving mouth. A fever raged through my body. It seemed remarkable he was able to make my temperature climb so swiftly, so intensely after being placed under my influence. His lust, however, was of his own volition. I might have the key to pressing certain buttons of his but I had no control over his hormones; those were his, alone. "Ohhhhhhh!"
Rob steered me with those enormous hands of his. I was dragged over his stimulated flesh. I wanted to face him, but Rob called the shots. My back and ass writhed against the muscular definition of his chest, and then his thighs. He folded me into his arms, getting behind my wriggling butt. By instinct, I found that big, excited cock of his. He throbbed wildly in my fist as I shifted up and down its sprawling length. My thumb nudged the immense, velvet head. I knew he wanted to fuck me.
Fucking was definitely what ran through Rob's mind; his choice of orifice was a separate matter. He leaned over me, reaching for a drawer of the cocktail table in front of the sofa. A tube of K-Y Jelly was withdrawn. When he brought it behind me and I felt the lubricating swirl of his finger, I tensed.
"No, baby," I whispered, pulling away from him. "It'll hurt."
Rob sensed my apprehension. Getting fucked in the ass with that monster, at the very least, would cause me discomfit. His handling of me was infinitely more delicate. He began to fondle me in a caring fashion. His fingertips seemed to savor the flesh they stroked. His hands swam over my billowing breasts, my erect nipples, and then down my smooth hips and over my damp pussy.
"Ohhhhhhhh," I murmured, gratified by those expressive fingertips. My fear was sufficiently demoted to be of manageable significance. With that susceptible touch inflaming my senses, and those lips rippling over my receptive flesh, it all but languished.
We did, however, have to deal with this compulsive appetite of his. Rob demanded anal sex, and I, invariably, would supply him that. I searched within myself to cater to that base need. If his craving was that turbulent, then I would overlook my personal comfort in light of his ultimate satisfaction.
After all, I was responsible for instilling it.
Rob simplified matters. His stirring touch made me a willing partner. I felt the hunger build inside me as he attached his mouth to mine and engaged my tongue in delicious play. We exchanged saliva, darting, then entwining, tips. He stayed with me, forcing me to acknowledge my response. It wasn't by coincidence that I pushed myself at him, or trembled against his aroused flesh. His cock pulsated furiously at the small of my back.
Slowly, he resumed lubricating my asshole. His finger slid into my dark orifice, sliding in and out until I became greasy. My cries were smothered by his securely planted mouth. Bursts of excitement and fiery anticipation swarmed through me.
When my rear entrance was adequately moist, he steered that bulbous head into position. The very wedging of that plump crown to my sensitive opening made me shudder. Ohhhhhhhh! None of these anxieties were voiced. I sobbed into Rob's mouth as he fought for supremacy of my will. He administered my submission. I couldn't deny him fulfillment when my flesh cried for the same. I floated with him, temporarily anesthetized to the ache that was sure to come.
Rob lifted my thigh, draping it over his hip. We were sideways on the sofa. Pressure was placed on my anus-ceaseless, manufactured pressure that resulted in penetration. More and more of that big dick entered me. Ohhhhhhhhh! My quivering ass cheeks received his manly bulk while our lips maintained their tremulous connection. Oh, God! Absorbing him into my ass was a painstaking production. Rob held back the whim to ram me full of cock, observant of my safety. I could tell he wanted to make the experience as pleasurable as possible.
Having Rob's cock shoved into my ass couldn't be taken lightly. Even in a subdued frame, its size sent shock waves through my system. I resolved to relax and accept its dimensions. Its width tested the limitations of that narrow channel. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Gradually, he worked all ten and a half inches into my squirming, cushiony ass.
Rob detached his mouth from mine. He paused to study me in my winded condition. Air was dragged in and out of my lungs. I felt helpless, my body his prisoner. "Oh, baby," I sobbed with an ass full of cock straining my lower region. It was impossible to ignore that crushing rigidity. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Oh, my God."
"It's okay," he muttered, burying his face in my neck. His tongue awakened some of my cells that had gone dormant. His enormous hand returned to enclose my tit. He prodded the nipple with his thumb, causing it to spring to vibrant hardness. The pinching had my body singing with pleasure.
He started to pump me. His dick moved in and out of my clenched hole, deriving joy from its squashed fit. I could feel his shudder of happiness as he fucked my firm pair of buns. Ohhhhh. His balls were smashed up against my trembling butt flesh, recognizing the amount of swollen cock buried inside.
"How does it feel?" he muttered in my ear.
"So good. Yes. Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
"It's all in your ass. Every fucking inch."
I was lightheaded with joy. "Ohhhhhhhhhh."
"Jesus," he whistled, admiring its constriction. "It's so fucking tight. Oh, yeah. Those inner walls are grafted to my dick. Oh, baby. Let me fuck you. Let me fuck that sweet ass. Yeah. Ahhhhhhhhhhh."
I flailed luxuriantly in his arms, giving his excited cock that smothering warmth it sought. Each thrust, each groan served as a building block to my pleasure. The ache that initially confronted me had long since retreated. I welcomed that throbbing mass in my butt, feeding him the hot, clutching tension he craved.
"Yes, baby," I sobbed, taking him deep into my ass. "Fuck me. Fuck me good." My yearning expanded and became focused on his world. I wanted this session to be intensely gratifying for him.
"I can't stop myself. It feels so good."
I could have ridden on his gasps of approval, his frenzied strokes until he exploded, but Rob searched for another medium to please me. His spacious hand moved over my sluiced mound, exploring my clit. The second he found it, I was his to command. That heavy fingertip pressed, then jiggled, my love button.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" My eyes rolled up in their sockets. The sensation of him charging through my asshole was overtaken by conflicting desire. I swallowed roughly, unable to think beyond that twitching digit. "Oh, baby. Ohhhhhhhhh."
He worked my clit, giving it a vigorous massage. The juices just oozed out of my pussy, making his fingertips wet as he masturbated me. He manipulated my escalation point with a frenzy.
I tilted my head back into his supporting shoulder, clenching my teeth and letting the air rush out of me. There was virtually no escape from that hounding pleasure. Even with that enormous member spearing into my ass, I couldn't neglect the call of ecstasy. I was flattened against that furry chest of his, ready to convulse.
"I want you to cum," he urged in the midst of his agitation. "Do it, baby. Now."
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" I went into the orgasm he precipitated. Exhilaration thundered through my ravaged body. Sweat poured down my face and I felt clammy, undulating against his pounding flesh.
Rob didn't shoot. He kept fucking me, plunging into my ass. I fastened my muscles to him with all I had, prepared to milk him dry. I wanted his eruption to coincide with my next orgasm. I knew I would cum again-the initial tremors were present. Besides, one debilitating orgasm fed another.
"Harder," I hissed, my mind clouded with desire. "More. Fuck me, baby. Bring it deep. Ohhhhhhhhhh."
He swung into my crack, gasping. My butthole was practically numb, receiving that throbbing bulk. His balls steadily walloped me as he made that hard dick disappear into my gobbling anus. Rob's fingers left impressions in my thigh, holding it up as he rammed me. His cock was fully submerged in my ass.
His jiggling did not end when I previously contracted. He was determined more than ever to keep me cumming. He stroked my love button until it nearly ached. More sex juice gushed from my molten core; trickled to his sawing member, making his cock slick.
"Want me to cum in your ass, or pull out?" he grunted in my ear.
I couldn't answer-I choked on my increasing sobs. It didn't matter. Filling my butt with hot cum or having it shoot all over my cheeks would have the same effect.
After appeasing the animal inside him for ten minutes, I found his consideration over flooding my rectum compassionate. That he would be check his impulse to merely explode and saturate my bowels with his abundant goo touched me. Rob Forrest didn't seem entirely bad-not in my opinion.
My reflection was short-lived. The jerk of his finger reduced my thought patterns to delirium. My clit burned against his rubbing digit. The luscious disturbance that coursed through me gained sufficient ground. I was on the verge of spasming in his arms once again.
"Cum in me," I moaned, vibrating fiercely. "Cum in my ass! Please! Cum in my ass!"
Rob accelerated his thrusts while jiggling me.
We seemed to exist on the same sweltering level. I could feel a rumbling inside him just by pressing the back of my head to his shoulder. I shut my eyes as he sank deep into my ass, magnifying his thrusts.
"Christ," he groaned, his breathing labored. "Oh, baby. Uggghhhhhhh! Uggghhhhhhh!"
I felt him pour everything he had into my ass. His cum spurted in a thick, inundating amount. His jism swam through my bowels while he shuddered with orgasm.
I came at the height of his climax. He subdued me with that invigorating massage. My clit sizzled against that limber digit, prompting an abrupt shower of tingles.
"Oh, God!" I moaned, shivering against his quaking form. Those big hands of his captured my trembling flesh and held it fast to his manly frame. I collapsed over him with a choked sob.
I was about to leave a short while later when he held up a hand. "Just a minute."
I turned, perplexed.
He strode naked over to his desk, opened the drawer and extracted his checkbook. "I believe the amount we agreed upon was twenty thousand."
My lips curved. "To the penny."
Passionless, he scribbled out the check, then gave it to me. "Although that concludes our transaction, I hope that won't be the only time you pay me a visit."
I considered his transformation. He wasn't the conceited jerk who had greeted me at the door-that was for sure. "Certainly. I'll look forward to it."
I said that while dropping my pendant in my purse.
CHAPTER SIX
The phone rang just before I was able to hop in the shower. I was tempted to let the recorder pick it up, but I had been working with two other clients and left messages that had not been returned. I tucked a towel around my body and padded into the bedroom.
"Sheila," that familiar voice uttered in my ear. Prickles raced down my spine. "Sheila. It's Linda. Remember? From the party."
"I remember." My heart hammered in my chest. I wanted so badly to uncover that fleeting memory embedded in the hollows of my mind.
"I've tried contacting you, but failed. You've been busy."
"Yes, I have." I paused. "Who are you? You never explained. I wanted to talk further with you, but you must have slipped away."
"I had no choice. I was being watched."
I gripped the receiver. Her answer puzzled me. "I don't understand. Who was it? Does this person know you as well?"
"We shouldn't discuss this over the phone. How about meeting me for lunch tomorrow?"
"Where?"
She gave me the name of a nondescript restaurant that wasn't widely known. She must have treasured her privacy to make that selection. "Fine. I'll see you at one o'clock."
Before I was able to put the phone down, a hand clamped my shoulder. A surge of dread welled up in me.
"Who was that?" Kevin asked, sitting beside me on the bed.
I exhaled gently. For some inexplicable reason, I thought it was Sam. I rarely kept secrets from him-but this was one instance I thought it wise. My rendezvous with Linda would be conducted without his knowledge. I saw no reason to enlighten him, particularly since it dealt with my past. Linda held a vital key, I suspected, in unlocking those doors.
"You haven't answered me," Kevin repeated. "Who was that?"
"One of your clients interested in my paintings," I fluidly lied. I ruled trusting people at that delicate juncture unwise. Certainly, Kevin didn't pose a threat, but he was susceptible to Sam. If he was similarly hypnotized, he'd be compelled to divulge the truth. "I've arranged an appointment with him."
Whether or not he accepted my version was irrelevant at that point. The towel wrapped around me began to unravel. My tits spilled out, visually pleasing him.
I didn't mind Kevin's study. Gazing at him, I regretted not spending more time with him. He was very much a sexy man. I recalled our first time together, just before I placed him under my control. He was as ruggedly appealing now as then.
"I was just about to take a shower," I mentioned in a husky tone. "Care to join me?"
He grinned. "I'd love it."
Another jolt of pleasure sprinted through my body. A hot clutch of joy resulted when he touched me. I remembered how I felt after getting pumped by his large cock. It took me a while to regain my sense of balance. Fucking Kevin had been a dizzying event; my body had suffered a void after he had detached himself.
I was glad he invited me to stay with him. His enormous home was of baronial proportions. There were a number of guest rooms from which to choose.
Kevin disrobed with the intention of thrilling me; in that, he succeeded. He stood before me, undeniably magnificent in the light of day. He extended his arms to me, aching for my velvety skin. I slipped into his manly embrace, twisting and turning against that wall of muscle. His flesh, covered with prickly hair, started yet another fire along my silky skin.
The shower in Kevin's bathroom was of partysized measurement. I sincerely doubted it was constructed for the purpose of a single person. Four or five people could have easily occupied themselves and still have had adequate room for company. Shower heads aimed at varying directions were mounted imaginatively on its surrounding walls. A series of faucets controlled the amount of spraying water, along with its temperature.
I stepped inside, welcoming the cleansing onslaught. Ohhhhhhhhh. What a treat. It provided total refreshment.
Kevin stood in the path of the pounding drizzle, immersing his face and head. His dark blond hair became plastered, as did the furry carpet on his chest, legs and arms. I reached for the soap dispenser and doled out a large amount. I smoothed my palm over his chest, paying specific attention to his nipples. He watched as I seductively lathered him, shorn of any amusement. His blue pupils were trained over my fluttering hand as bubbles-and obvious tingles-emerged. I traveled lower, challenged by his serious expression. I wanted to see at what level his concentration would break. My soapy fingers encircled him. I pumped his shaft with my fist, enabling it to burgeon. It didn't take much to cause Kevin to swell. His dick stretched through my grasp, throbbing with power.
"Fuck me," I begged, tugging at his huge cock.
"Not yet." The timbre of his voice turned me on. His gentle, possessive lips played over my silky shoulders. It didn't matter that we were beneath the water's pelting influence-Kevin was compelled by something deeper. When he reached the peak of one tit and began sucking my nipple, I thought I going to go insane.
"Ohhhhhhhh," I wailed, arching my back. I wrapped my arms around Kevin's head and pulled his face into the warmth of my cleavage. He seemed to enjoy burying himself in that fleshy hollow.
Kevin did not dwell between my tits for long. Slowly, he sank to his knees. I could feel the infusion of his excitement as he ran his tongue down my quivering stomach, gravitating to my jittery mound.
And then his mouth was at my pussy, tenderly devouring my cunt lips. The searing touch of Kevin's tongue pushing them apart stole my breath. My eyes burst open and I stared unseeingly at the tiled walls. He made his tip pointed and inserted it far into my snatch. I sobbed as he fucked me tediously with his stiffened tongue.
"Oh, God!" I moaned, rocking against the wall, supported by the balls of my feet. My legs were thrown open to him, allowing him to slice into my hot squish with that snake-like thing. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Mmmmmmmm," Kevin mumbled, licking the tangy juices that flowed from my warm, sluiced cunt.
Exhilaration and joy were mine. I was prepared to receive more and more of this pleasure. After being subjected to a savage butt fuck, getting slurped by a tongue made for a thrilling sequel.
Kevin crammed his tongue into me until his nose touched my clit. He lapped my delicious nectar until I was hoarse from moaning. The pressure of his tip to my juicy pussy and the friction to my love button sent an electric current through me.
I remembered how swiftly he had made me cum before, bearing down on me until I was too physically depleted to respond. Kevin was bent on imposing his insatiable appetite on me once again. I couldn't flee that hot, snapping tip as it lashed over my succulent pink flesh and made my clit swell. He seized me by the ass and devoured my juices until I neared hyperventilation.
"You taste good," he muttered, gorging himself with my snatch. "Mmmmmmmmmmm."
I watched his head bob as he fed upon me, unwilling to relinquish my excited pussy. Once his mouth was fastened to my mound, there was no hope of disengaging it. The flash of tongue and subsequent tickle were the beginning of a hot, churning sensation that dominated me. I could see him lick around the inflamed area, but as he got closer to that protruding bud, my vision was impaired. The billowing steam accentuated my drunken glow. It took all the strength I could muster to support myself on my heels. I was falling apart at the seams. Kevin controlled my pleasure with his mouth and limber tongue; I had no jurisdiction over the direction he took. He gave possibly the best head I'd ever had.
I balled my fists and smacked them to the wall. I couldn't handle another teasing second. I aimed for the point of his tongue and drove myself at his face. I urged him to eat me until my juices were depleted. Of course, that was a foolish bid on my part. No sooner did I receive that wildly curling tip than my nectar was quickly replenished. I remained still and had him lick me until I was close to cumming.
Kevin covered my clit with his mouth and sucked fiercely until I was a quivering wreck. There was no reason to hold back, to prolong the ecstasy that was sure to claim me. I came with his mouth attached to my jerking mound.
"Ohhhhhhh!" I whimpered. "Ohhhhhhhhh!"
I began to slide down the wall, drained, when Kevin sprang to his feet to catch me. His muscled arms encompassed me first, then his mouth came down over my lips. I was still shuddering with orgasm when he put his tongue in my mouth. I tasted my juices mixed with his saliva; the combination sent my brain whirring off track.
There was pounding need in Kevin's body; a renewed longing that noticeably pulsed beneath his surface. He guided his erect cock into my pussy while pinning me to the wall. I thought it was all in me until he gave a second willful thrust that sent the rest of him plunging deep into my gut. My fingers dug into his shoulders upon impact.
"Jesus," I sobbed, digesting that manly bulk. Our groins came together after a tension-ridden squeeze. It felt as though something of intimidating size was caught inside my body. "Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhh!"
Kevin pumped me, cramming that monster between my parted pussy lips. His rhythm was urgent, unquenchable. My tits, smashed against his magnificent chest, cushioned me. He emphatically buried that big thing in my juicy hole.
I cried out, enslaved by that monster that resided between my legs. It was an extremely tight fit. My contortions, I was certain, reflected joy. As my head slid to one side, Kevin descended upon a vulnerable spot on my neck. He planted his mouth and sucked tenderly on my flesh until I curled my toes. My delicate skin was lavished with bubbles of saliva for a few precious seconds-then Kevin drove himself whole into my cunt. I lost sight of everything but the pleasure mounting from within.
This was one horny man, I thought to myself as he fucked me with everything he possessed. He sawed in and out of my pussy without stopping-almost to the point of cumming-then assumed a leisurely pace. My cunt lips clung to him, making noisy sounds as they coated him with their sticky juices.
My original hypnotic command still magnified his hunger. Like all men I enslaved, they awakened with a fierce, abounding appetite. They couldn't help themselves. At least, I was there to absorb the fury of their hormones. Time would gradually dilute the strength of my suggestions. By then, I would have made my exit from his life.
"Fuck me," I moaned, surrendering to him. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me good!"
I could feel the muscles in his buttocks flex as he affected an even rhythm. I prayed this was the last of it, that he was ripe for explosion. His dick ground into me, reducing my pussy to squish. All that urgent tugging and yanking influenced me. I could not ignore the lure of orgasm. Even as I willed him to cum, I was caught up in the fury of his hormones. The inside of my pussy was unaccustomed to such prolonged agitation.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" I sobbed. "You're making me cum! Ohhhhhh! Oh, baby-" My announcement was interrupted by the heavy lump that had formed in the base of my throat. My eyelids fluttered as that weakness surged forth. "Ohhhhh! Yes! Ohhhhhhhh!"
I don't think either of us had any idea someone had set foot in the house. Kevin was shouted for in the background, but I was too consumed with lust to alert him. I doubted he heard his name.
At any rate, he pounded himself into me, pleased with my guttural response. I was barely in touch with reality by the time the shower curtain was pulled back and Rachel's shocked expression appraised us.
"Oh, God," she blurted, embarrassed. "I didn't mean to intrude."
I deciphered, from her flustered look, that she had came looking for me and received an unexpected surprise in the form of Kevin's nude body. Kevin disclosed that they had fucked before, but Rachel had refused to be a regular partner. Prior to her being mesmerized by Sam, Rachel kept her sexuality closely checked. He had freed her of whatever inhibitions culminated over the years.
Rachel had pursued me at the gallery. I had known she wanted another session and dropped one suggestion after another, hoping I would consent. It wasn't as though I had rejected her-there simply wasn't opportunity.
I saw something closely resembling animal hunger pass between Kevin and Rachel. I'm sure they would have enjoyed getting it on, but hadn't considered it with Sam and me around. Naturally, they were drawn to us-the people that brought them to a higher level of sexual consciousness.
"Rachel," I said, detaching myself from Kevin. "Why don't you get out of your clothes? We'd love to have you join us-wouldn't we, Kevin?"
Naked desire was deeply etched in his features. His appetite visibly flared. Without question, he wanted her.
Rachel gazed at him as though in a new light. Perhaps she had carefully weighed her decision to resume intimate relations with him. Her being the senior partner of the gallery and the one responsible for navigating the course of their business probably prevented her from making such an allowance. Rachel was a shrewd negotiator and, from what I'd seen, maintained her edge by staying aloof. She did not permit her judgment to get effected.
That didn't appear to stop her clothes from piling on the floor piece by piece. She shed her outfit in a sly manner, taunting both Kevin and me. Her auburn hair slipped from her shoulders as she assessed us with those heavenly eyes. She stepped out of her high heels, then unbuttoned her dress from the back. It tumbled in a heap. I assumed, when seeing her nipples, that she had a new seduction planned. Our first time had not been enough.
I wasn't her target, however. Her breathing deepened considerably. She stepped into the shower, letting her tits get sprayed. She tilted her head back, permitting the onslaught to get her face, her hair-but mostly, her nipples.
Her shivering sent my body temperature upward several notches. I imagined what it would be like licking the pussy of someone so horny. I wanted to slurp her snatch while Kevin was inside it, fucking her brains out. I wanted another sample of him, as well.
Kevin grinned as she took him in her hand. Rachel clamped his stiff thing, weaving her coiled fingers. "It's been a while, hasn't it?" he muttered.
"Sure has," she whispered back.
"It's like a pipe."
"That's probably because it's thinking about my hot pussy." Rachel's voice was soft and sexy. She massaged him until he went hoarse.
"Don't you remember how great it felt going up your snatch?" I teased, feeding her that verbal stream in her ear. "Of it going deep, taking command of your body? And all that wonderful friction. Yeah. It's nice having a man buried between yours legs."
Rachel rubbed it, hypnotized by its throb.
"Yes, it is nice."
Kevin's features tensed. His head veered into the path of the mist, visibly delighted by Rachel's consent. He looked anxious to get inside her pussy. The twitching corner of his mouth alluded to his expanding pleasure. She increased the pressure on his dick. The heat seemed to course through her kneading fingers.
"Run it through your fist," I encouraged. "Feel it throb."
I could feel her stir beneath my weaving touch. I was cupping those tits, giving those nipples a tweak. She didn't flinch. If anything, she seemed more receptive than ever.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned as I squeezed her tits.
I smirked at Kevin. His balls were just aching to have her. He trembled in her grip, prepared to fuck her with that cock. The hunger in his eyes cautioned me of his need.
Rachel's big, satisfying tits swerved to Kevin. The nipples were discolored, erect. The swinging globes were pliable in my grasp. She moaned aloud as I puckered them, covering her swollen nipples with my mouth. I fondled her luscious nudity, trailing my hands over her slippery flesh. Beads of water cascaded from her luxurious curves. I cupped her ass, then traveled south. Those trim thighs made my pussy wet. I would have loved wrapping them around my head again.
Kevin drooled over her. Rachel's joining us almost seemed too good to be true in his opinion. "Yeah, baby," he mentioned, "you always had a nice pussy."
The triangular formation was the object of our fascination. I remembered dipping my tongue in there, gleaning it of its fragrant moisture. Kevin would have another shot at it. I knew that during the session, I'd avail myself to some. A second sampling of those tangy juices would be delightful.
"Mmmmmmmmm," he groaned. "I love to suck tits."
"Show me how much," Rachel sighed, casting her head into water. Her features became obliterated by the drizzle.
I draped Rachel from behind, knowing that after Kevin attached his mouth, she would be gasping for air. Sure enough, Kevin indulged himself to the fullest. Each boob was given separate attention. He planted his lips on the areolae while his tongue flicked the stiff nubs. Her nipples throbbed in their erect state.
I couldn't wait. After viewing her ecstatic countenance a few moments, I slid down the length of her writhing form to the shower floor. My tongue flicked at her pussy. My starved tip divided those plush lips, feeling the ooze gush from her slit. Mmmmmmmmmmm. I was thirsty for that buttery warmth. I inserted my tongue into her cunthole, fucking her as deeply as I could. Rachel responded exactly as I'd anticipated. Her flesh was ours for the taking.
"Ohhhhhhh," Rachel gasped, taking immense satisfaction in our efforts. "You're driving me out of my mind. I can't believe how well you use your tongue. You're making my flesh tingle with each lick. Ohhhhhhhhh, suck harder on me. Yes! Crush my tits in your hands. Ohhhhhh."
Kevin preoccupied himself with her plump mammaries. He pinched each billowy mass of firmness with a grunt. He seemed appreciative of Rachel's breathless permission. He worshipped the smooth surface of her flesh with his mouth. He especially liked massaging her nipples with his thumbs, experiencing the hardening process as they responded to him.
I was giving her head she wouldn't soon forget. The lashes I administered had her shuddering for more. My tongue rolled over her clit in a lazy fashion, then repeated the action much faster. She gasped, reaching for my head. I eluded her gasp, wanting to give her an early orgasm.
I doubted she had any inkling of what would transpire when she entered Kevin's bathroom. Did she know I would be licking her pussy while he sucked her tits? Oral attention multiplied by two had to be ecstasy itself.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, eat me, eat me," she moaned. "Suck my pussy, Sheila. Oh, God." She grit her teeth, her voice strained as my tongue explored her cunt.
A tug-of-war for her concentration ensued. Kevin enticed her with his mouth, while I attempted to win her over with my limber tongue. Each of us affected a style that shattered her senses. She couldn't decide which of us brought her greater satisfaction.
Rachel writhed in splendor, enjoying our pleasuring hands and mouths. I could see how she clamored for Kevin. Having him play with her tits was a thrill that got her cunt soaking with desire. I tasted the proof. She was drenched, awaiting that big dick.
Thinking about what she was about to enjoy got me hot, too. Fucking Kevin was a treat. I thought about giving him a blow job. Taking his cock into my mouth and sucking it before it went into that starved pussy afforded me titillation.
But no-that privilege was reserved for Rachel. If I blew him, it would spoil the moment.
Kevin's mouth was plastered on her boob, sucking the proffered nipple. He was excited by the nub-like shape, his erection jutting at her.
"I love these tits," he mumbled. "I can't get enough of them. Mmmmmmm. I can't stop licking them. Oh, baby, mmmmmmmmmm."
"Yes," Rachel trembled, shaking against the tiled wall. She surrendered to the toil of his lips, his fingers-and my serpentine tip.
I saw her reach for his hard cock, brushing her fingers over its moist skin. Heat radiated from the thick column. She stroked it. I recalled the irresistible sensation of it sliding into my pussy. Rachel was going to become familiar with that sensation-and love every second it occupied her snatch. Now that I had reunited these two, I doubted their couplings would continue to be sporadic.
"Ahhhhhhh, that's it, grab me," Kevin grunted. "Tug my cock, fill your fist."
Kevin, absorbed in sucking her boobs, was quite alert to my hunger for him. He knew I wanted to suck on him. My pussy dripped with lust, juice oozing from my swollen cunt lips. I wanted to fuck him with my tight pussy, but allowed him to give Rachel the first ride. I was in a charitable mood, willing to share him.
With her legs spread and feet firmly planted on the slick ceramic tiles, she beckoned him to fuck her against the wall. She took his cock and rubbed it. He swelled through her fist, responding to her gentle manipulation. She was dying to get him in her cunt.
"You want it, don't you?" he muttered, thrusting himself through her enclosed fingers. "How about sucking it first? Suck it. Come on and suck me. I remember how good you were.
Yeah. It wants your hot, sucking lips."
I prompted her to obey with some slurps of my own. Her juices flowed into my mouth and I lapped that mound. Mmmmmmmmmm. Kevin's voice of authority got her so excited-my taste buds smacked from it.
He was throbbing, stretching wonderfully in her fist. Rachel was ecstatic over his dimensions. Her features reflected her delight-from the flashing eyes to the curved lips. She was glad Kevin was a well-hung man.
"Look how stiff you got me, baby," he said, lifting his wet mouth from her nipple. "It's pumped, stiff as a pipe. It's ready to go into your face."
I was seized by an impulse to plunge my mouth upon it and give him some succulent head-just barely resisting. I was game for some hot cum. I skipped the opportunity in lieu of Rachel's oral enjoyment. I wanted to see how she was going to suck it. I was interested in knowing how those lips were going to pucker his thickness.
"I think I'll fuck you first," he muttered.
"No," she whispered. "I want to suck it."
"But it wants to fuck you," he insisted in a deeper voice. "Come on, lean up against the wall and enjoy.
Rachel whimpered as Kevin pinned her to the wall. Her big melons molded themselves against his muscular chest, their nipples bunched together.
"Let him fuck you," I urged Rachel. "It'll feel so good. You won't want him to stop. You'll keep cumming and cumming." I turned up her body heat several notches by flicking her love button with my tongue. "You want that big thing crammed between your legs."
"Ohhhhhhhhh," she moaned, receiving my tickling and hot saliva.
His dick gravitated to her juicy cunthole, its bloated crown hunting for her clit. Kevin displaced me. There wasn't room for my face and his cock. "Come on, baby. Let's fuck." He closed the distance.
Rachel hesitated. The impression of his rigid thing began its intoxicating effect. Her pussy obviously burned with hot need-the need to be penetrated. "Ohhhhhhhhh," she sobbed, her excitement mounting. "Oh, Kevin. Yeah. I remember. Yes. I remember-"
At last his cock pulsated at her wet love button, nudging it tenderly. Each time he pushed his hard self onto her snatch, she shivered with delight. Chills rushed through my entire body, seeing that dick gain purchase. I just wished it were me.
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned. "You're so big, Kevin. There's much to take. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh."
"You like that, huh?" He gave her a few more prods. "Feels good, doesn't it."
Rachel was reluctant to admit her satisfaction. Some of her old self lingered. His rubbing cockhead provoked a fresh release of woman juice. The presence of his stiff cock against her pussy lips sharpened her appetite. How easy it would be for him to lower it into her sluiced cunthole. And it would be simple for her to cry out as he sunk himself to the hilt.
"You don't want him to stop, do you?" I taunted. "You want that whole cock filling your pussy. You recall how good it was. Always so satisfying. Let him fuck you, Rachel. Let him fuck you with that big, hard dick."
"Yes," she murmured, writhing passionately to him. "I want him. I love it. More. I want to get fucked by it." She swung her hips, making his shaft disappear. He steered it into her open slot.
Kevin appeared smug. Clearly he had the edge. He increased his seductive pressure, grinding himself to her juicy cunt lips. "All I have to do is push, and it'll slip right into your warm snatch. Jesus, you're wet, just soaking with juice. I'm gonna have to fasten myself good while I fuck you. I don't want you sliding away."
Rachel trembled. Her desire to be fucked doubled with each passing second. She was on the verge of thrusting her loins, spearing herself on him.
Kevin, unable to wrestle with his consuming lust, became more aggressive. Grabbing her ankles, he pulled her long sleek legs high. Rachel, in a surge of weakness, kicked them up into the air. She was wedged between him and the tiled wall, suspended.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she whimpered in surprise. He must have gone much deeper, for her eyes rolled up in their sockets and a throaty moan rose.
"I want to get in deep, baby," he gasped. He spread her legs to convenience his hips. His cock stood straight out, pulsating.
Rachel put her hand up in a plea for him to retreat, but Kevin wasn't having any more of her protestations. His need was far too overwhelming. She was breathing roughly, shaking her head slowly. "Give it to me."
"Yeah," I prodded. "Fuck her. Fuck her."
"Oh, yeah," he groaned, sinking his cock into her. Over ten inches pushed into her cunt, spreading her moist lips wide.
"Ohhhhhhh." She was instantly lost in her passion, shaking as every last bit submerged in her quivering snatch. She surrendered completely to him. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
I fondled myself while Kevin smashed himself into that drenched opening.
Rachel totally gave herself over to the enjoyment of their connection. She left nothing unsaid to express her excitement. "Fuck me, baby, work my pussy. Work me with that hard dick. Grind me with it. Saw through those slippery lips. Yeah, fuck me good."
I chimed in. "Make her moan with it, Kevin. Shove your dick into that hot pussy. She wants to feel every bit of you. Pump her good. Show her how horny she got you. Isn't it the best, Rachel? Isn't he a good fuck? Are you sorry you didn't do this more often? You've deprived yourself, baby. Mmmmmmmmm. Let him fuck you-fuck that juicy snatch of yours. Get in there, Kevin, all the way. Push that whole fucking thing into her warm snatch. Stick yourself into that tight hole."
Kevin rapidly jerked in and out of her slippery cunthole, savoring its sweet pull. He reflected ecstasy with each direction it went.
"This is what you need, baby, to be packed with my dick," he mentioned between gasps. "You're can't get this kind of satisfaction anywhere else."
Their groins produced squishing sounds as they joined. His hard dick sailed into her juicy crevice, plunging deep, filling her with its wild pulsations. Their bodies became slick, their sweat pores opening as they fought to maintain their heated vise. Each urgent stroke from Kevin brought their release closer.
Closing her eyes, she was obviously lured into a fantasy world. Getting fucked, feeling her pussy buckle from his jamming cock, was utter fulfillment. She apparently loved when it rubbed against her hot clit. It was as though she could receive his stiff thing for hours and be content.
"Ohhhhhh. I love when your cock fills my pussy," she wailed. "All that hard meat, jamming my cunthole, plugging me up. Fuck me, baby, give it all you've got. Mmmmmmm, yes, fuck me hard."
Kevin's brow dripped profusely. Water splattered his face, but he was oblivious to it. He studied her rapturous expression. "It feels great pushing into your warm slot. So wet inside. Makes me hot-so hot that I've got to fuck you harder. Yeah, how's that? Do you like my cock sliding between your gorgeous legs? Squeeze me with your pussy. Aaaaarrrrgghhhhhhh." His cry was low, guttural. "Nice, real nice. Yeah. I'm gonna keep fucking you."
Rachel slid up and down the ceramic tile with each thrust. He stroked her pussy, her lips catching his shifting bulk. She clenched her fists and willed herself to meet Kevin's driving shaft. The impact of his hammering cock made her incredibly moist. I could hear her juicy lips covering him, soaking him. Heatedly, she responded to his pounding dick. I was getting so horny, I thought I'd go insane. I wanted that thing penetrating me.
"You want to fuck me, huh?" Kevin muttered. "Want me in your cunt? Okay, shove it at me.
Cover me with that moist snatch. Come on, more. You're getting wetter by the second while I'm pumping you. Yeah. It feels like you're dragging me down that sweet hole. Let me ram it in hard a few times and show you what I need. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Isn't that good? Doesn't that make your cunt hot? Now give me a few thrusts to show me how much you enjoyed it."
Though determined to enhance his pleasure, Rachel was unable to compete with his frantic smacking. Receiving that thick cock deep in her pussy was more than she could handle. Kevin's vigorous wallops caused her to retreat, unable to sustain the continual impact. She moaned loudly as his oncoming shaft sank far into her cunt. She released all command of her muscles, submitting entirely to him. He plunged freely into her pleasure pit.
The shower hit them both, battering their bodies with cold water. None of us seemed to mind the change in temperature. We were much too stimulated to care about the evolving coolness.
"Fuck me with it," she pleaded. "Slam your cock into me as hard as you can. Ohhhhhh, more. I want more of that. Pound it into me. I love it, ohhhhhhhhhh, I love it!"
Kevin gripped her shoulders to gain better leverage in his aim, then sent his throbbing member home. Rachel buckled against him, groaning aloud at the satisfying collision of cock and pussy. After several resounding smacks, Rachel wrapped her legs securely to his shoulders and slammed herself to him.
"Oh, my God!" she wailed. "Again! Keep fucking me, baby. Keep fucking my hot pussy. Ohhhhhhhh!"
Kevin drove fiercely into her drenched cunt. I was very aware of the fact he would soon be cumming. Fucking a woman like that brought on swift orgasm.
I repositioned myself so I could lick them both while they were joined. Water splashed around, yet it didn't prevent me from watching. I wanted to taste that cock pounding into her pussy. I envied him reaching into that silken heat. His cock must have felt tiny sparks of pleasure swirling around its taut skin. Those juices seeping from those excited lips had to be rich with flavor. My face was inches from his hard dick, between those muscled legs. I saw his balls rocking back and forth with determination. Rachel moaned as that shaft was jammed into her snatch. I watched it disappear and almost experienced the same ache of delight absorbing it. Ohhhhhhhhhh. I was envious. She had to be getting off big time.
I let out my tongue and lapped that bulging stem as it emerged from Rachel's cunt. I traced the pink rim that fought to contain him. The juices that spilled were indeed tangy. I helped myself to them, downing them with joy. Mmmm. Kevin had aroused her enormously.
"Ohhhhhhh. You're making me cum," she moaned. Her cunt lips locked about his pumping shaft. "Ohhhhh, ohhhhhhhh! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
I could feel the orgasmic explosion occurring in her snatch just by molding my lips to them. Her tremors were somewhat muffled by his body. Rachel lost control of herself, spasming beneath Kevin. The moist tightening and vibrating muscles seemed to urge him to cum, too.
"Here it comes, baby," he groaned. "Hot jism. Uhhhhhhhhhh. I'm creaming in your pussy, baby. So much. I've got so much for you." He discharged himself heavily into her cunt, the burst of jism roaring out of his balls. He buried his face into her shoulder to smother further retorts as he spasmed.
Orgasm did not end the session, but brought it to a new level. Kevin never got soft. He kept fucking that pussy through his spent cum, ramming his cock into her. I found his ferocious appetite entertaining-and inflammatory.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh. That feels so good, baby. Oh, yeah," admitted Rachel.
I wasn't to be outdone. I wanted to suck all the cum out of her pussy. I wanted some of Kevin, too. I licked around that pulsating cock, eager to get my share. Rachel panted as she became more aware of the pleasure I furnished her. My mouth was attached to both cock and cunt.
She let out yet another delicious shiver as I slurped her juicy snatch. Each cunt-lapping stroke of my tongue brought her closer to another orgasm.
"Let me do her for a while," I told Kevin. "I want to suck her."
I was surprised to see Kevin pull that swollen thing out of her well-fucked cunt. His member was coated with cum. I licked off the remnant goo, giving him a fast thrill. I smiled as he groaned at my oral technique.
"God, that feels good," he muttered.
"Step back and watch," I told him. "Then I want you to fuck me."
I licked the flow of love oil as it seeped from her pussy. Kevin's cum was mixed with it, enhancing the tang. I engaged her with my tip, making her squirm. The bitch enjoyed every second of being probed.
"Yes," she sobbed. "Oh, yes."
She responded animatedly to my eating. She ran her tongue over her lips as her breath came in short gasps. Her clit quivered in elation. "Ohhhhhhhhh. You give the best head. You're making me ooze all over your face. Ohhhhhhhhh. All the honey just keeps seeping from my loins, pouring right onto your tongue."
"Mmmmmmmmmmm! I love it. I can't stop myself." My fingers pried her cunt lips apart until I had a tantalizing view of her moist clit. The insides of her snatch were a luscious pink in contrast with her pale skin. My predatory instincts were aroused, along with my clit. I could tell from her shaking that she would be spasming against my lips. Then I wanted Kevin to slide his dick right up my saturated pussy and give me what I really needed.
Torrents of love juice streamed from her cunt, much of it attended by my alert tongue. I pushed my face into her cunthole, dousing myself with its fragrant smell while tickling Rachel's clit. She squirmed against the wall, absorbing the pleasure produced by my nose and lips. In return, she emitted her thick, tangy gush.
"That's it, baby. Lick it up. Tickle me with that eager tip. That feels so good. Ohhhhhhh. Lap me clean. Slurp those juices. Suck me. Oh, baby, yes, yes! Swallow all you can."
She held my head, guiding me to the desired areas she wanted to be caressed. She moaned deeply once my active tongue made sweet contact. Her clit was throbbing to fever pitch, radiating impulses that left her weak. Joy engulfed her repeatedly as I made her juices spout. She rocked her cunt to and from my face, dragging air from her lungs. I ate her so good.
Having sufficiently indulged myself with expert muffdiving, I altered my tactics. I took my middle finger and plunged it into Rachel's rectum.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she yelped in surprise. She choked back her previous moans as my digit disappeared up her shapely rump.
Turning a deaf ear to her cries, I began to pump my inserted finger luxuriously in her butthole. There was initial resistance, but the drifting moisture of her cunt served as a lubricant. It felt nice, sliding in and out of her. Rachel sure had a fine pair of buns on her. My appetite flared just gaping at those hot cheeks of hers. "Relax and let those muscles loosen up."
I lowered my mouth and licked her neglected clit. After several ecstasy-rendering strokes, her snatch oozed with fresh juice.
"Sheila," she murmured, swooning from the combined effect of clit-nibbling and ass pumping. "You bitch. Ohhhhhhhhh. Don't stop. That's it, baby, that's it. Lick me harder, press your tongue on it. Oh, yes, that's where, baby. Suck me. Do me. I love when you eat it. It makes me all hot when your tongue touches it."
Coordinating the movement of tongue and finger, I knew I had successfully manipulated Rachel. I brought her to the desired state of seduction. Soon, she would cum and then Kevin could shove his cock into me. He'd be only too glad to oblige me. I intended to fuck him.
Ramming my finger home, I made Rachel moan. It probed deeply into the warm, narrow passage. I finger-fucked her in smooth fashion. The ache caused by my plunging digit was canceled by my saliva-rich strokes. She became agreeable to my rectal penetration, oozing into my gulping mouth.
"I'm so wet down there," Rachel purred. "Can't keep it from pouring out of my snatch. Ohhhhh, Sheila, you're making me cream with that sweet tongue. God, you sure know what you're doing. You're going to make me cum, sucking my juices, licking me clean. Ohhhhhhh."
I knew I was getting Kevin incredibly aroused. He was much too quiet, observing my lust-provoking actions. I heard his breathing deepen as I worked on Rachel. He likely wanted to fuck me.
I sucked frantically on Rachel, wanting her cunt sopping. Despite all the wetness I gulped, she seemed to produce more. Her stimulated response made me even hornier.
I jabbed into her buns. The leakage from her snatch flowed to my finger and helped make it disappear. I reached as high as I could, heightening her sobs.
Rachel swallowed hard, her eyes reaching high in their sockets. "Oh, baby, you're going to make me cum. My pussy's on fire. It's burning. I'm gonna cream all over your face. Yeah. Ohhhhh."
As she went into orgasm, Kevin could hold himself back no longer. He could feel the heat radiate from between my thighs. He trembled as he groped me. A few strokes made him incredibly hard. His dick pulsated with anticipation. After having listened to Rachel's wanton cries, he was ready to fuck. His shaft stretched thickly from his groin, long and solid. A small beat of cum escaped from the bloated head.
My mouth curved. "Do it, baby. Give it to me."
"I'm cumming," Rachel moaned. "Ohhhhhh, oh, God." She quivered against me, unable to control the flood of contractions. The muscles in her ass tightened around my embedded digit, carrying me with her to ecstasy.
He nestled me in his arms. I elevated my hips so that I was level with his groin. His hands were on my ass, dragging me to his stiff cock. In one thrust, Kevin impaled me. His hard dick bore into my pussy. Penetration occurred so quickly and in a hot, quivering second that I had to collect my senses. He pulled me into the path of the icy shower spay. The water was cold, yet refreshing. A fire raged in our bodies, keeping us warm.
"Ohhhhhhhh," I finally gasped, his length pressing far into my cunt. Rachel's pussy writhed beneath my face. Colors whirred for a few seconds, then my vision cleared. I must have wanted it much more than I suspected. The last jolts of splendor sparked from my clit. I began to methodically rub against his thick member with heated abandon.
"Come on, baby, fuck my big dick," Kevin ordered. He convinced me by squeezing my buttocks "Wiggle, move that ass. Sink yourself on my meat. Fuck it. Grip me with your cunt. Make it tight for me, make me groan from your hot squeeze. Yeah, baby, keep my dick wet. Keep it nice and hard. Wipe your tangy juices all over it."
"Yes, more," I whimpered. "Fuck me, Kevin. Yes, more. Harder. Deeper. Don't stop."
"Feels so good in your pussy. Yeah, just like that." He was insistent, enclosing my buns in a pinch, pushing and pulling me to his hard thing.
Gritting my teeth, I swung my ass back and forth, letting that cock fill me. I was gasping for air. I shut my eyes, overwhelmed with the hot sensations that raced through my groin. "Ohhhhh, there's so much of you to fuck-so much pleasure to gain."
"I'll warm up your snatch, baby," he promised. "Make you hot and juicy for my dick."
He reached for my clit and began rubbing it. Lightning instantly followed. He continued to pump my snatch while jiggling, feeling my juices ooze over his thrusting cock. My slick cunt lips brushed him with pleasant friction, urging him to fuck me with bone-crushing force. My love oils spilled hotly over him, coating his cock. My warm thighs made him sizzle.
Rachel appeared to be coming out of her trance. Her face was sprayed by the oncoming water. Slowly, she revived. I had to reestablish my influence over her. I lowered my mouth to her cunt and licked her. She shivered beneath my face, pushing her hot pussy to my limber tongue.
"Ohhhhhhhh, suck me," she panted.
Kevin fed me stiff cock in measured thrusts. My snatch lips enclosed him, exerting their luscious squeeze. Inch after inch entered my cunt. Kevin's finger increased the value of his burrowing cock. I could not deny the enjoyment obtained from his crafty style. His dick filled my cunthole completely, sweetly.
"Mmmmmmm," I moaned. "I like it in meall that cock up my pussy. Oh, yeah, fuck me with it, stud. Fuck me with that rigid shaft. Slip me your hot tool. Sink it in there. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Reach high in my cunt. Pump me. Yeah, stick me with it. I love it, baby, I love your hard cock. I love those wet sounds coming from my pussy. Do you hear how excited I am, baby? Fucking you, fucking your big thing."
Kevin approved of my heated response. "Yeah, I'll fuck you, baby, give you my dick. You like 'em my size, don't you? Your pussy sure does. Christ, baby, you made it so hard, it slices right into that hot snatch. Slips in and out of your cunt so easy. Yeah, I'm gonna fuck you good, make you cum all over my dick. Go ahead, take it all. Let me spear you. Ride my cock. Hump me. Hump me with that creamy snatch."
I bore down on Rachel as he slipped in and out of me. I made her cry out with my fast tip. Her clit throbbed against my saliva-rich tongue. I summoned all my strength as I pushed myself to his balls. My ass ground against his base, feeling his prickly pubes. I creamed on his balls, making sure that my juicy excess dripped over them, then pulled myself away. Ohhhhhhh! Cunt juice coursed from my crevice. The additional flow made passage more simple, more slippery. His cock slid in and out of my pussy with building ecstasy.
Calling upon his inner resources, he ramrodded me. His groin smacked roughly between my legs. Stiff cock pounding up my snatch made me all the more horny. A hot shiver apparently raced from his balls up his spine as he dove into my sweet squish. He loved the sensual feel of plunging into the center of my hot, tanned thighs and the moist impact when they connected.
"God," Rachel panted beneath my intensifying strokes. She writhed helplessly as I ate her.
My vision began to blur. I couldn't begin to describe how wonderful it felt. "Don't stop, not for a second. Fuck me hard, Kevin. Hard as you can. More! Give it to me, baby, give it to me good."
Absorbed in the grinding fit of his cock, I threw my head back and attempted to prolong the onrushing thrill. Kevin's big dick reached deep inside my pussy, sparing me nothing in terms of total pleasure. His staying power was incredible. How he managed not to send his hot splash of jism in my cunt amazed me. But Kevin was getting close and I was on the verge of creaming.
Kevin's balls bubbled with volcanic seed. His hips moved like fire as the fever spread through his flesh. "Prepare yourself, baby. I'm going to shoot. Gonna cum a real lot and fill your pussy."
"Yes," I panted. "I want it. Give it to me, baby. Flood me with it." I knew Rachel would soon go into a convulsion, too. My slurps made her ass squirm. She couldn't take much more of my oral treatment.
"Ugggghhhhh," he growled, feeling the moist wrap of my cunt lips. He squirted heavily into my cunt. "Arrgghhhh! Oh, yeah, ugghhhh. It feels so good to shoot in your tight cunt. Your pussy is sucking it out of me. Yeah. Arrrgghhhh. Arrrggghhhhhh."
I felt the jism gushing into my pussy. Much as I tried to savor its spastic flow, I became overwhelmed by orgasm. Violent contractions rattled my body, sapping my energy. I barely prevailed, clutching at Rachel and making her cum with my mouth.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," she sputtered as my last circling slurp took her over the edge. "Yes, ohhhhhhh."
Kevin dropped me. I fell on top of Rachel, struggling for air. Embracing, we trembled. Kevin slumped against the wall, gasping from the spasms. Rachel and I undulated at his feet, tingling.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Linda failed to keep our appointment. I waited at the restaurant for forty-five minutes, nursing a cup of coffee and cooling my heels. I was pissed with her. She had piqued my interest, then left me in the dark. I requested the check, then took off.
A great deal was on my mind. I wanted to get rid of the last group of paintings, then take an extended vacation. I was positive I could persuade Sam. We made a mint and were entitled to a little R & R. I certainly needed it.
I hopped out of the car after pulling into the driveway. Kevin had gone to an exhibit with Rachel, in search of new talent for the gallery. I smirked. Those two were destined to be a couple. In that, I wasn't so sorry to have wrestled control of their wills. They secretly knew they belonged together.
I grabbed the remote and turned on the television. Afternoon fare was not my cup of tea. I could not get involved in the soaps, nor the talk shows. I flicked across the channels, hoping to find something that warranted my interest.
The telephone rang, interrupting my search. Absently, I picked up. "Hello?"
"Good, you're there," Sam's voice boomed. "It's time to pack up, baby. We're heading out."
His message caught me totally by surprise. "What?"
"I disposed of the Rembrant this morning. We made quite a profit."
"But I still have a few left."
"We'll save them for our next stop."
I supposed I didn't mind pulling up our stakes and going elsewhere. I was anxious to bend others to my will, and enjoy new flesh. Rachel and Kevin had been fun, but it was appropriate to move forward. "Will you be home soon?"
"I'm calling from the car. I should be arriving shortly."
"Hurry."
"Is something wrong?"
My hands streamed over my tits while the receiver was crooked between my head and shoulder. "We haven't seen much of each other in days. I've been wanting you something fierce."
"Been thinking about my cock, baby?" I almost pictured his grin. My admission gave him pleasure. He loved being the central man in my life. I might have fucked others, but I always came back to Sam.
"I sure have. I can't get that big motherfucker out of my mind." My hand dipped between my legs. I stroked my mound. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. "I get so fucking hot, talking to you, listening to your sexy voice. I imagine you jamming it between my legs. Oh, yeah. It always feels good when you cum inside me."
Silence prevailed until I heard Sam's zipper. When his voice returned, it had dropped a decibel or two. "I guess I've neglected you, haven't I, baby? Well, when I get home, I'm going to give you something nice."
"It can't be soon enough." My flesh tingled from his erotic suggestion. Cunt nectar oozed from my fuckhole, seeping in abundance. "Nobody measures up to you, baby. Not in size or performance. You've got the best staying power, too."
"Stop, baby. You're giving me a hard-on."
"I can't help it." I fingered my clit, stirring it to full-fl-edged hardness. "I want to lay back and feel your stiff cock sliding in and out of my pussy."
"Don't make it worse, baby," he groaned. "Jesus, the things you say steam me up."
A little torment went a long way. I suspected I had a nasty streak. "Sure would be nice to have that big hairy body of yours on top of me. Ohhhhhhhhhh. I want to stare into your eyes while that big dick sinks into me."
The low cry he emitted over the line boosted my ego. He simply couldn't do without me. "I need you so bad, Sheila. I want you, babysitting on me. I want to hear how juicy your cunt is, or how roughly you want me to fuck you with my cock."
"You do, eh?" My fingers smoothed over my pussy. From his rough breath, I gathered he was masturbating on the other end. The thought of him handling his cock, making it stiff, pulling on it while we talked stimulated me. "I believe we're on the same wavelength. Ohhhhhhhhhh. I love when you fuck me."
"I can hear those squishy noises in the background. I'm getting you excited, making you wet. Go ahead, stick your finger in your cunt and get it juicy. Then I want you to put it in your mouth and tell me how sweet it tastes."
"Sure, baby. I'll do it. Ohhhhhhhh, for you I'll do it," I gasped, obeying his command. My finger sliced through my wet squish, probing the moist chamber that had been recently penetrated. The sensation made me quiver as I reached into my cunt. I could hear his steady breathing over the line as I hesitated, lingering at a shallow level and jiggling the soppage.
"Deeper, baby," he instructed. "Stick it all the way into your hot snatch, to the very bottom."
"Jesus," I whimpered, curling and uncurling my toes as my clitoris wildly throbbed. I thrived at accomplishing the task he commanded, his imposing voice luring me into subservience. Weakly, I stretched out on my back and spread my legs. The wild sensations within my pussy were sweeping.
"Yes!" he growled. "Put it in farther!"
Enthralled, I complied. My digit sank lower into my juicy opening, making squishy sounds upon descent.
Sam's breathing grew heavier. "Doesn't that feel good? Wouldn't it be nice to move that thing in and out of your cunt? Agitate it, up and down, up and down. Come on, baby, do it for me. Do it for me real good."
My pussy dampened perceptibly as I masturbated myself, entranced by Sam's masterful direction. Juice streamed from my cunt lips in nectarous profusion while I shivered upon the sofa. My nipples were bulgingly erect, yearning to be sucked by his mouth. The air crackled with excitement. I wished he were with me so I could witness his feral look, along with that throbbing cock standing upright.
"Don't you wish that finger you're jiggling with was my cock? This solid monster, fucking your tight pussy, grinding into that tight little hole-not in my hand, but in your cunt. Picture it, baby: jutting hugely from my groin. Think about how great it would feel fucking your pussy instead of your little finger. Go on, stroke yourself harder, baby. Faster, and keep that tasty thought."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" I moaned into the receiver. "Ohhhhhhhhhh, God, God!" I could almost feel his thick shaft spearing me, separating my cunt lips and plowing into my creamy center. Everything became relative: the ache, the sweet surrender, the groaning.
"That's it, baby," he rasped. "Do you know what I'm doing? I've got my big dick in my hand and I'm jerking off while driving! Knowing that you're jiggling your slot turns me on. Ahhhhhhh! Wouldn't you like to have this huge cock in your cunt this very minute? I could be fucking your pussy with the largest shaft ever. It would feel so good, going up your cunt, pumping you with its pulsating thickness, smashing into your moist hole. Oh, yeah, ahhhhhh! I want to fuck you, slam this motherfucker right into your tight, hot pussy! Really show you who's the master! Don't you want it, baby? Don't you want my big thing up your cunt?"
I frantically diddled myself, remembering it all as though it were happening that second. I craved him in a way I hadn't another man. His firmness of mind to change me, to submit to his marital aspirations, affected me. My resistance was on the wane. Jesus, he got me so fucking hot, ohhhhhh! Ripples of sensation danced through my groin as I played with myself. I writhed and twisted on the bed, barely able to balance the phone under my chin. I arched my back, digging my heels into the cushions. I strained to catch every electrifying word he spoke.
"You want me, baby? Do you? Want what I got pulsating inside my fist?"
I couldn't answer, choking with desire as my finger moved rapidly over my swollen clit.
"Come on, baby," he persisted, gasping aloud into the receiver while he yanked his dick. "God, I want to get home. I can't fucking stand it. I want you with me, all the time, no matter what it takes. I want you, baby. Jesus, I want to fuck you until I ache, until my balls drain. I want to fuck you hard and make you cum."
"Yeah," I sobbed, trembling, at the fringe of my sanity. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Yeah. Me, too."
"Yeah, sure. Jesus-yes! "
I plunged myself into the heat of the moment. I rubbed my clit fiercely, wanting to climax as savagely as possible. Sam had unleashed my need to be satisfied. There was consolation in the fact he wasn't near to consummate our mutual desire. Listening to his rapid breathing, his whispered propositions drove me wild.
"You're going to make me cum!" I whimpered into the phone. "Ohhhhh, if only I was there to suck your cock! I'd make your dick stiff with my mouth before you tried sticking it into my cunt. I want to give you head, Sam-can't get enough of your cock. Ahhhhhhhhhh, I'm so goddamn wet, dripping pussy juice all over my thighs! You make me so fucking hot, Sam! Jesus, would I ever love to hump your big dick, pound my snatch down on that throbbing ramrod! I'd ride your cock until you came twice, make it stay in my cunt until you got hard a third time, then really fuck your brains out."
There was a distinct pause on the other end, then Sam uttered, "Wait for me at the door. Wear something sexy. Something I can rip off your gorgeous body. I'm going to fuck you right there on the steps."
I throttled my swollen clit with increased vigor, oiling my love bud with my cunt-fragranted spillings. I trembled as I feverishly greased myself, effected by the upheaval in my loins. Tension gathered in my cunt, causing me to rock violently upon the sofa.
I would do whatever he wanted. His requests were taken seriously. I wanted only to please him.
"Uuuuhhhhhhh!" I panted, thrashing my dark hair until it was disheveled. "I want your cock in me, where it belongs, fucking my pussy! I want your dick far in my cunt, Sam, and I want it to stay there! I'll never want another cock, only yours! Only yours, Sam! I love your huge, thick cock! Ohhhh shit, I'm going to cum! Right now!"
"Mmmmm, yeah, together!" Sam growled, muttering unintelligibly into the phone. "Ugghh!
Ugghh! Mmmm! Ugghhh! Oh, fuck! Yeahhhh, oh, fuck, fuck, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, fuckkkkk! It's shooting all over my stomach! Mmmmmm! Arrgghhhhhh!"
My finger remained on my clit while I underwent the debilitating spasms. My cunt felt overheated, frying from the onslaught of wonderful jolts that illuminated my body. "Oh, Sam, you fucker! Give it to me! Ahhhhhh! Yes!"
I lay there, exhaling harshly until my breathing resumed normalcy. Delicately, I closed my legs, discovering a noticeable soreness radiating from my cunt; I would pay the price for that frenzied rubbing.
"Oh, baby, that was fantastic," Sam sighed, his voice booming into the receiver. "I guess I should have waited, but I'm stuck in traffic now."
"It's okay," I said, swallowing heavily. Oh, God, I overdid it. Every muscle in my body smarted. "See you soon, baby."
I put the phone down, sighing. God, I adored that man. He made my meter jump-and then some.
I was much too rattled to attempt placing my things in a suitcase. My body was raged from that delicious episode. I could scarcely wait for us to be together.
By the time the doorbell rang-which was approximately ten minutes later-I had expectations of finding Sam at my step. Instead, I found Linda.
"I thought you forgot," I said, trying to remain civil. Orgasm had taken the edge off my disappointment. Upon seeing her, the feeling reasserted itself.
"I'm terribly sorry. I was delayed. It was unavoidable." She breezed through the door and whipped off her coat. I had forgotten what a splendid body she had. Those tits pushed through her top, jutting at me. Her waist was small and eye-catching. Her ass made my mouth water.
Before closing the door, something suddenly occurred to me. "How did you know I was staying with Kevin?"
Linda avoided my suspicious look. "I'm sure you must have mentioned it in passing."
"I don't recall it. As a matter-of-fact, that was the reason for our getting together at that restaurant. We certainly didn't exchange addresses."
Linda shrugged. "Does it matter? We have a great deal to discuss."
"Yes, it does. You've deliberately kept things from me under the premise that I would be completely enlightened. I feel as though some enormous secret is about to be brought out into the open."
"Are we alone?" Linda pointedly asked.
"For the moment. Sam is on his way here. We're going to pack and leave."
"Leave?" Linda wasn't keen on that idea. "No. That's impossible. You can't go with him."
"But I am. Sam and I are partners. Traveling is customary function of our business."
Linda seized me by the shoulders and gave me a shake. Her eyes glittered while piercing mine. "He's done something to you."
"I don't understand. You're talking in riddles."
"Sam Andriola has placed you under his influence."
"What? Define 'influence'. Are you using it in the context that I'm madly in lust with him. In that respect, you're quite correct. Or, perhaps, you-"
Linda gripped me fiercely. She practically left imprints on my upper arms. "You've been hypnotized, Sheila. You're acting on his orders. He's enslaved you."
Broaching the subject of hypnosis made me uncomfortable. Was Linda cognizant of my background-or Sam's? Did she know it was our principal weapon? I pretended to be ignorant of her accusations. "Come now, Linda. That's absurd. You must have invented that. I can't believe-"
"It's true. I swear it." She released me and fished in her purse. I was stunned to see a pendant similar to mine retrieved. "Does this look familiar?"
Initially, I thought she had stolen mine. After checking my pocket, I verified that I was still in possession of it. Linda's pendant was identical-as though made by the same jeweler. "Where did you get that?"
"The same place you got yours, Sheila."
I couldn't confirm that-my memory of the pendant's origin had been erased with everything else I once knew. My past was fogged. "Who are you, Linda? Please, tell me."
"I'm your half-sister."
My eyes grew huge. "You must be mistaken. I don't remember having a half-sister-"
"Of course, you don't. He's deleted that section of your mind to suit his purposes. We both possess the same talent. We once acted as a team-before we drifted apart. I've always been looking for you. It was nearly hopeless tracking you down. Whenever I got close, you moved away."
I shook my head, then ran my fingers through my hair. "I'm totally confused."
"You have to believe me. Sam Andriola stole your memory and your will. He's an ambitious man, eager to make you his servant. He knew he could benefit from your powers when combined with his." Her eyes narrowed. "I'll bet he's banned you from using your pendant against him."
I recounted the number of times I was powerless to do so-how the pendant always steered away from him when the thought crossed my mind. "You're sure of that?"
"I can appreciate your bewilderment. I've unloaded a large amount of information for you to ingest. You must accept it as fact, Sheila. Sam is controlling you. I estimate you've been under his influence for close to a year."
"Jesus." Sam couldn't be the evil ruler Linda painted. I only knew him as kind and loving. He'd never been cruel to me. My opinion, my feelings, had been constantly sought. Also, to regard Linda as an enchantress-in the same league with me, was a bit much to swallow.
We both heard his car pull into the driveway. I stared at Linda, my mouth dropping open.
"Please," she begged. "Don't betray me. You must not give him justification to suspect me."
I didn't know what to say. Any attempt to compose myself was thwarted my an attack of nerves. I saw Sam hop out of his car, happy as a clam. He saw Linda's car almost as an afterthought, then mounted the stairs.
Linda flashed me a final signal to cooperate. Part of what she said made sense, but I couldn't reconcile myself to all.
The door opened and Sam strode in the house. He immediately took notice of Linda. "I see we have company."
Dutifully, I went to him bearing a kiss. Sam accepted it without an inclination that something was astray. Linda maintained her charming character, editing her voiced dislike of him from her features.
"This is Linda Webster," I told him. "You probably remember her from the small gathering we had at the gallery's opening."
Sam's face went blank, then a smile dawned. "Yes, I do recall this seductive creature. How nice to be reacquainted, Miss Webster."
"Linda, please," she insisted.
"Of course." He flashed her his winning smile-the one reserved for those he contemplated placing under his power. I had come to intimately know when he prepared to strike. "Sheila, why don't you fetch this poor woman a drink? Where're your manners?"
"I thought we were going to pack," I reminded.
"There's plenty of time for that." He dismissed me in a twinkling. I was rather insulted by his abrupt manner, but refused to show it. "Linda, were you interested in one of our paintings? There are several still available."
"As it happens, I am." She gravitated to him without the slightest qualm, hooking his arm with hers. Her frantic perception of Sam was stricken from her face. "Have you sold the van Gogh?"
"I believe it's in the library. Would you care to see it?"
"That would be delightful."
I watched in shock as they rounded the corner.
There was no malice in her tone, no false misrepresentations. I began to doubt her mission. Was she truly my half-sister? I tried desperately to remember, but couldn't.
Whether or not she spoke the truth, I was uncomfortable with Sam putting her into a trance. Her words struck a note, a door had been partially opened. To Sam, it would be just another sale, but for me-I might lose contact with the single person who could unravel my past.
I went to the entrance of the library, keeping myself from view. Linda was on the sofa, studying the van Gogh perched on its easel. Sam strode back and forth, steepling his fingers and discussing the merits of owning such a masterpiece.
"I'm sure adding to your collection would be advantageous," he remarked, letting his groin inch toward her face. Sitting, she was in direct line with the bulge in his pants. He eased it as close as possible. "What a coup for you, baby. Coming across a portrait of that caliber isn't common."
Linda glanced at his crotch. "Yes. You don't often discover something that exciting through normal channels."
I was under the impression Linda was going to make a grab for him. A woman can see that in another. Sam did his best to titillate her, retaining her glimpse of his cock's outline. Instead, she got up from her seat and sashayed over to the wall of books. Sam followed. He wasn't going to let her get away-not now. Not looking at that sweet ass shifting back and forth beneath that skirt. It wasn't like Sam to give up that easily.
"Is the price set too high?" he inquired.
"I'm accustomed to those sums of money."
He situated himself right next to her. She had been perusing the titles on the book spines when he let his crotch jut toward it. He was close to getting a sample of those fingers.
Linda was wise to the position he took. Sam was positioning himself to offer stud service in order to gain her business. I bit my lip. Although I had grown accustomed to his seductive measures, I was troubled by his tactics.
Sam, however, was an irresistible package. Sex with him was exhilarating. Surely, Linda wanted him, too-regardless of her smear campaign of moments earlier. Sam had that effect on women. He had them eating out of his hands-or in most cases, his pants. It had taken considerable effort to alter my thoughts and cancel my reverie of that massive cock plunging into me. Linda's message haunted me.
"Sam," Linda purred. "What are you doing?"
Though an answer wasn't forthcoming, his finger was. She moaned as he stretched her panties open and traced her furred cunt lips. He jiggled her clit, forcing her body to acknowledge its presence. Gradually, it began to harden, and when he delved into the pink groove, a drop of passion oil slithered onto him. She froze, not having expected this rapid course of action.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she panted as he worked his finger into her cunt. She was warm and wet. Not wearing panties gave him a clear shot at her pussy. He sank to his knees, ready to suck.
Jesus, I thought, riveted to what he was doing to her. He certainly moved quick. I craned my neck to watch them from the door. Although participating was infinitely more fun, observing people getting it on came a close second.
The whip of his tongue nearly caused her to swoon. Her head spun as he fit his face between her legs and sucked. Sweet audible sounds could be heard from her cunt as he ate. Against her better judgment, she opened her thighs to him, inviting his blazing licks. Linda clutched the edge of the shelf, shivering. Sam gobbled her snatch with feverish hunger. He gave her cunt the thrill it craved.
He wrapped his hands around her ass cheeks, dipping his face into her pussy. The urgency in his grip sent her panting. She experienced ecstatic squeezes that rumbled through her twat. He feverishly tongued her. He devoured the abundant juices in her cunt. The hot vibrations of his probing tip drove her wild. He varied his rhythm and degree of suction, using his teeth, gums and cheeks in addition to his lips. She poured her pussy into his ravenous mouth.
"Eat it," Linda moaned. Her voice was thick with rheum. "Suck my pussy. Swallow my sex juice. Fuck me with that tongue-ohhhhhhh! God, it feels so good! Make me cum with your mouth."
Sam seemed delighted by her reaction. He likely concluded it might require some convincing to prompt her surrender, but Linda commanded only a fraction of that. He launched into whirlwind style, mingling saliva with her tangy juices.
His tongue created slippery friction with her clit. It rocked her senses to be eaten. She strained to meet his wiggling tip, gasping-but never losing her balance. She practically sat on his face, lowering her crotch to his gulping mouth. He never stopped for a moment, hardly requiring air. Sam's cunt-lapping exhibited another specialty. Sam's oral mastery was among the best. I ached for his tongue myself. His mouth-fondling of her pussy illustrated the greatness he could achieve. She followed every slippery crevice located by his expert tongue, sobbing all the while. He sparked every nerve as his mouth covered her cunt. He satisfied and provoked intermittently.
I slipped my hand over my mound and squeezed. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Sam set me on fire. I thought he was sensational. How could he be guilty of those awful things Linda charged him of? Even she seemed to reevaluate her findings as he slobbered her cunt.
He was building orgasmic tension with his weaving style. He was chasing the juice out of her pussy with his soft, inspiring dabs. He drenched her with his saliva, inserting it as far into her cunt as possible with his forceful tongue. His joyful slurps kindled a fire that raged through her loins. The jerk of her hips was a dead giveaway.
"Jesus," she said in a rush, nearing the point of blacking out. "Oh, God, don't stop. Lick me-lick me hard. It feels incredible."
She responded just as he planned. Her body temperature obviously ascended, the heat flaring in her pussy. He did as she instructed, pleasuring her with his tongue. He appeared glad to down her hot honey. He enjoyed every juicy drop, as evidenced by his glowing expression. He licked her hot mound, pushing his tongue into that tight slit. There was something about her that really stimulated his cunt hunger. Her exotic smells pinched his nostrils, recharging his dominance. Whether she realized it or not, she was slipping under his control. And that, I was positive, was exactly where he'd keep her.
I actively fingered myself. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Hot juice sprinkled over my knuckles as I did myself. My nipples throbbed, yearning to be tweaked. I cupped my tit while jiggling my clit. Both sensations had me going.
Linda writhed in splendor, arching her entire body into Sam's face. She smeared his cheeks with her wetness, her hips twitching. God, she loved getting her pussy sucked! His tongue scorched her clit, making excitement pound through her aroused flesh. "I'm going to cum-"
Sam took away his mouth just as the debilitating spasms struck. Linda trembled roughly, sputtering air. He lowered her to the floor. Without missing a beat, he positioned himself in back of her. He had his pants unbuckled and cock withdrawn in a flash.
Linda moaned, situated on her elbows and knees. Hot waves continued to sweep through her flesh. While she still quivered with orgasm, Sam entered her from behind. His hard dick sank into her sodden pussy with ease.
"Oh, yes," she said breathlessly as she was filled with his thick cock. "You made me cum so hard. Now, fuck me, ram me with that dick-"
Linda moaned as Sam's cock worked its magic. His full, satisfying strokes took her by storm. She didn't crave tenderness; roughness was apparently more to her liking. He aggravated a heat storm in her pussy and nothing short of a hammering fuck would quench her thirst. She wanted that cock packed inside her, down to the balls. She whimpered as he sliced through her engorged cunt lips.
"Yeah, give it to me-nice and hard. Fuck me, baby, fuck me good. Show me what you can do with that thing. I need a real man inside me."
He penetrated Linda, driving into that sopping hole. She was extremely hot for him, as told by her bucking ass and swaying hips. He would have to be careful or he'd shoot inside that pussy in another few seconds.
His groin bounced off her ass as he smacked into her. "Jesus, you're tight, baby," he muttered. Her pussy clenched his cock, milking him as evidenced by his flinch. The skin of his dick got pulled as he worked it back and forth in her snug snatch. Fastening his hands to her waist, he dragged her back to him, making his swollen shaft disappear into that wonderfully warm, ready space. He tried to keep it going, giving her such a ride that would make her want him again and again.
While pounding himself into her, I saw his hand dip into his pocket. He was reaching for his medallion. Oh, God! He was going to do her. Linda, unsuspecting, was walking straight into his trap!
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried out. "Yeah. Fuck me."
I wanted to go to her rescue and prevent him from mesmerizing her, but even as that notion presented itself, I froze. Perhaps Linda's statements were valid. Sam might have inserted standing instructions in my brain that prohibited me from resisting him.
Linda moaned as he slammed it into her. She reciprocated by driving back on her haunches, absorbing as much of his throbbing length as possible. His rigid cock slid in and out, making sweet contact. He fucked her thoroughly, massaging every inch of her pussy with his dick. He made sure he plunged in as deep as he could, grinding down hard enough to open her cunt lips and expose her pebble-like clit. His solid, gratifying strokes sent shivers down her spine. He was going to put her into orgasmic overdrive before he was through.
"Yeah," he muttered, clenching his medallion while a pleased grin spread across his face, "extend those legs for me. I want to jam it up that slippery cunt."
Once his dick was buried in her clenching, drenching cunt, Linda became quite a real man-pleaser. The way her pussy made contact with him, milking the jism relentlessly forward while treating him to a writhing-assed, shaking, slithering cock massage made my heartbeat accelerate. She squeezed his dick into her cuntal walls, using all the muscle control she could muster. He kept pumping her while she impaled herself on his rock-hard shaft. Some of the strokes Linda contributed had his cockhead grinding her pronounced clit.
"Grease up, baby," he gasped, "I'm gonna hammer you with cock. I'm gonna fuck your brains out."
My pussy got moist as I watched Linda moaning on all fours, receiving Sam's stiff cock from behind. She seemed to be enjoying every inch he plunged into her. Her expression was visible luxury.
"Oh, baby," Sam groaned, "take all of me in you. Your pussy makes me so hard. Stroke me with those cunt lips, juice me up. Yeah, fuck my dick-fuck that nice hard dick. Uhhhhhhh."
"Yeah," Linda moaned. "I wanna fuck you, baby. God, I love the way it slides into me, so big and long. Ohhhhh. You've made yourself harder. I can feel it grow inside my pussy."
Sam clutched at her. "Come back here and spread those sweet cheeks for me. Yeah, doesn't it feel good going in your cunt-nice and smooth. Makes me want to squirt, baby. I'm getting so close."
I clenched my fists. Christ, she was incredible. They made me horny from watching. My clit throbbed.
Sam, dragging air into his lungs, elected to take swift action. Seizing Linda by the waist, he lifted her from the floor and spun back into a nearby chair. He managed to keep his cock planted in her pussy without severing the connection. As he sat, he arranged Linda on his lap. Her hot legs were draped over his muscular thighs. She molded her back to Sam's chest, exhaling loudly.
In his hand, the medallion was hidden. He grew closer in placing his spell on her. No matter how inflammatory their activities were, it was difficult to forget what would inevitably happen. My heart raced.
I was furnished a perfect view of Linda's splayed thighs as they parted to meet Sam's urgent thrusts. Her squishy pussy lips expanded to take his pulsating shaft whole. I quivered as I saw Sam push high into Linda's cunt, holding the thick stem to her juicy entrance, with his balls touching. He seemed to strain to make it happen.
"Christ," Sam groaned, enjoying the feel of her creamy tightness. He scooped up her trim thighs, lifting her high as his cock gored her.
Linda unbuttoned her blouse and exposed her erect nipples. Her fingers ran frantically over them, coated with spittle. "Yeah. Fuck me, fuck me."
I was completely stunned by the scene. Linda was insatiable. Never had I seen such raw passion-with the exception of what had taken place between me and Rachel. It was almost as though she encouraged me to step into the room and cover her sweetly pouting mouth with my dripping snatch. I felt liked getting licked by that expert tongue, except that I remembered she had revealed herself as my half-sister.
"You like it on top, don't you?" Sam said.
"Yeah, it goes in nice and deep. Oh, yeah, fuck me with your big dick."
"Ride me, baby, ride me. Go, baby, go-ride it," Sam gasped. "Whew! You're making my dick so Wet with your pussy. It's dripping all over my balls."
I could see the veins in Sam's thick cock were ready to burst before Linda covered them with her sopping cunt lips. He dug in with his heels, slipping into the soaked cavity. He plunged his cock into that juicy slit.
"Work that shaft," Sam ordered. "Bring your ass down with all you've got. Fuck yourself with it."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
I watched on as Linda's mouth dropped open and she began to cum. Her look of exquisite bliss was unparalleled to anything I had witnessed. The way the color rushed into her cheeks, then drained, almost made me cum, too. She was delicious to watch.
The sweat poured down Linda's face as she neared convulsion. I'm sure Sam's cock felt so good, she wanted to sit on it forever. She moaned in joy as the spasms took her just when she seemed to be aware of the contents in Sam's fist.
The rim of the gold medallion was peeking through his fingers.
I took my fingers away from my pussy, afraid for her. I never felt remorse for any of Sam's other hypnotic subjects, but I did for Linda.
That was when the surprise happened.
Linda removed her pendant from her pocket. I thought she had left it inside her purse, but it was in her skirt. She held it before Sam's sweat-drenched face. He was so intoxicated from her cock-grabbing snatch that he had little time to prepare for it. His eyes had glazed over while he stuck himself into her soaked pussy.
Linda flickered it solely for his benefit. Its spectrum of brilliance glittered before Sam. It was my interpretation that he hadn't seen it coming-until it was too late.
Linda stopped moving frantically on his lap. "Look at it," she ordered softly, letting it twinkle and spark. "It's magnificent, isn't it?"
Sam couldn't fight her. The pendant threw its mesmerizing colors at him without warning. Linda seized his consciousness with such intensity, his ability to combat her was thwarted.
"Stare at it. You know you want to. You're compelled to examine it closely." Her voice was emotionless-a duplicate of mine.
She had said she was my half-sister. She practically imitated my style. I felt as though it was me giving those orders. Perhaps we were related.
Linda dismounted him. Sam's cock emerged from her cunt, coated with her fragrant secretions. It stood stiff and huge between his legs. The smugness in his expression dissolved. That glassy quality I recognized after I placed people under my control was present in his eyes.
"That's it," Linda murmured. "You're helplessly attracted to it. Keep staring at it, Sam."
I stepped into the room, in awe by the sight of him falling ... falling under her power. I was unsure if he was playing along with her, or genuinely disarmed by her jewel.
Linda turned, aware I had joined her. "I'm certain that was how he did it to you. He caught you by surprise, in the same manner."
I waved my hand before his eyes. Sam did not blink or wince. He exhibited a disabled character. "You've really done it," I gasped.
"You've accomplished the same, just as easily," she reassured me. "Before Sam outwitted you." She kept the pendant stationary in her fist, ensuring that his sight of it was unblocked. "I'm going to force him to release you, Sheila. You will be his prisoner no longer."
I had no choice but to believe her. Only an expert mesmerist could do what she did.
"Do you hear me, Sam?" Linda asked. "Nod if you can."
Sam nodded.
"Have you enslaved Sheila? Has she become your partner because of a suggestion you hypnotically planted?"
He nodded.
I clenched my fists. Oh, God! I was shocked by his confession. It wasn't love or adoration-it was his power of persuasion.
"You are my slave now, Sam," Linda went on. "You must listen to me. I want you to delete that order. I want Sheila free of your influence. When I awaken you, you will release her. You will be compelled to do so. You will retain no knowledge of having mesmerized her, either. She will leave with me and you will do nothing to prevent our departure." She paused, letting her instructions sink home. "Do you understand?"
He nodded again.
"Very well." She turned to me, noticing my stunned expression. "I'll stay with you to make sure he invokes the command. Don't be afraid."
I swallowed roughly. She hadn't lied about what Sam did. I had no foundation for doubting her. "Okay."
She knelt between Sam's legs. His cock was still swollen, jutting in the air. "This should settle any reservations you have about what I'm telling you. We both roused our victims the same way." She let out her tongue and licked his balls. The first lap caused his eyelids to flutter, the second permitted him to breathe and after the third, life returned to his face.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," she purred, her tongue dabbing him in a tease.
Sam's Adam's apple rippled, then he saw me. "Sheila," he muttered, heavy with desire. His first order of business was to relieve me of my blouse. A flick of his thumbs sent it sliding off my shoulders, rustling down my back. His eyes took in the lush curves of my body. I felt my pussy tighten with anticipation. I was not my traditional self. I didn't entirely trust him. Linda nodded, stepping back. She encouraged me to pretend. My hostility was abruptly subdued. The commanding gaze leveled at me by this egotistical man expedited my surrender.
"Do you want me, baby?" I whispered, feeling his hot breath on me.
He nodded, totally discounting Linda. He placed his hands on my tits. "You make me crazy." His enormous thumbs stroked my nipples. "I couldn't wait to get home to you. I floored the pedal the entire way here."
He seemed to have forgotten a block of time since arriving home and being engaged with Linda. "Yes," I murmured, enjoying the way he fondled me. "I've been anxious for you."
Linda retreated into the hallway, watching over me.
His face was an inch from mine. He let out his tongue just as I opened my lips. I caught it and drew it inside my mouth. My darting tip awaited him, dancing about with passion. We came together in a passionate kiss, our bodies vibrating with want. I felt myself overcome with weakness. My knees buckled, but he kept me from falling. He cupped my ass, filling one hand with nearly both cheeks. If his hands were indicative of other appendages, I shivered at the thought of how enormous his cock was, dripping with remnants of Linda.
"I need you, baby," he whispered. "I've got to have some of you. Jerking off in the car wasn't enough. Nothing replaces that sexy body of yours."
His touch set me on fire. His manipulation facilitated my surrender. "Ohhhhhhhhhh."
I took off his shirt. It slipped from his shoulders, revealing a massive chest with a forest of hair. My fingers combed the ringlets. I circled his nipples, scratching them lightly with my nails. They were hard pebbles, embedded in wrinkled softness. I repeated the action, immersing my nails into his flesh. I took care in not hurting him, yet wanted him to recognize the depth of my desire.
I received the distinct impression that it would be our last time to be together. Linda hovered in the background.
Sam didn't even flinch. Instead, his breathing deepened. The gentle rise and fall of his torso sent me careening.
My roving fingertips trailed down his flat-board stomach. Electric shocks were dispensed by my touch. Sam reveled in my butterfly caress. My style teased and provoked. His cock, reacting from feminine groping, protruded at me.
Sam fought back a groan as he felt my silken breath on his naked skin. A sharp exhalation came when my face was level with his cock. It extended from him like a bridge, long and solid.
I stared at his thing in awe while ridding him of his pants. I had never seen such a well-developed cock. Sam was far more substantial than most men I'd known.
He drew me to him. His arms were like steel bands enclosing my sweet nudity. My nipples dug into his flesh.
We fell onto the sofa in the library, anxious to stimulate each other. I trembled, overwhelmed with lust. I was confused where to start.
Contrarily, Sam had his own blueprint. He cranked open my long, slender legs with his hand and pared back my flowery cunt lips. I had the most pliable snatch he ever encountered. My trench shimmered in moist glory.
"It's the best," he murmured.
"I want you to fuck me."
He nodded, flicking a nipple.
"Ohhhhhhh, oh, God."
"Oh, yes," he grunted, "you're so hot, Sheila."
His cock was hard, his balls taut with desire. He stroked my heaving breasts and pinched my nipples into little nubs of erect flesh.
I groaned and writhed beside him. "Sam, oh, Sam," I whispered ecstatically. "Ohhhhhhhhhh."
He ran his hands down my body and between my luscious, quivering thighs. My pussy was sopping wet. He had no doubt that I desperately wanted him, that I would willingly give all of myself to him without reservation.
"Fuck me," I whimpered, my voice rasping. "Show me what you were thinking while you dashed here. Show me why you had to masturbate."
He was barely able to conceal his excitement. His dick seemed like it was going to burst. The fact he was so hugely aroused by my nudity instigated a longing that couldn't be quenched by anything less than fucking. His cock, palpitating strongly, was ready to give me the satisfaction I craved.
My body moved against his with unwavering sensuality. His hands enclosed my flesh, his experienced fingers touching my most sensitive areas and letting my spasms of desire surge through my every responsive part. From my tits to my snatch, I was highly charged with erotic impulses. Even my toes curled as he traveled along my electrified flesh.
"Ohhhhhhhh," I panted, tingling with passion.
I couldn't believe he generated this much enthusiasm or anticipation from his swerving touch. My cells hummed at his fingertips, hungry for the sensations they were fed.
"Take my cock," he ordered. His hand cupped my head and pressed down. Gravity was conveyed in his voice.
I was unsure of how far I should go. Linda had instructed him to release me. I was unsure if that action would take place while he was in my cunt, or after we finished. I gazed at his handsome face. A remote section of my brain cried for me to remain faithful to Sam and not do as Linda bade.
"Come on, Sheila," he repeated, hoarse with lust. "I want you."
The physical encouragement was unnecessary. I eagerly obeyed with luscious lips and flicking tongue. That hard thing growing between his legs entranced me. I could no sooner take my eyes from it than prevent my mouth from absorbing it.
I slid down the length of his body, working my way toward his throbbing cock. My tongue danced over his firm, developed flesh, tasting hair, inhaling his manliness. He was so fiercely masculine, so unforgettably exciting that I was unsure I possessed the determination to truly leave him. He had the capacity to thrill me.
I licked his skin, molding my lips to glean his flavor. Mmmmmmmmm. He tasted exactly as a man ought to taste. A ravenous need stemmed from this sample of him. I longed to get my mouth around his dick and suck him hard-suck him until he spurted hot cum down my throat.
Sam clenched his fists as he felt my breath on his balls and cock. I was anxious to eat him. He detected my urge and persuaded me to blow him with a thrust toward my face. Waiting for those sweet lips to fasten about his dick had to be agony.
Finally, a slurp was applied. I dabbed him with hot saliva, my darting tip toying with the domed head. The contact I made sent his senses whirring, given the lazy closing of his eyes.
"Christ," he gasped. His head sank into the cushion and his shoulders sagged into the back of the sofa. How long had it been since my limber tongue last moistened his cock? He seemed to be fighting the reflex to grab my head and shove the entire thing down my throat. He wanted me to make all of it wet, get all of it sucked, but knew that, eventually, I would.
I was accustomed to doing everything for Sam. I never held out. I obeyed him without hesitation.
Linda's smirking expression became visible from the corner. I knew she was watching.
My tongue danced around his cock. I enjoyed him in this fashion, for it afforded me a chance to prepare for swallowing him whole. I had to work toward that goal. Sam was enormous; it would take considerable concentration and effort to ease him down my throat. I was stimulated by the idea. Sucking his dick was something I had to do-a compulsion precipitated by an inner voice. I didn't feel obligated to forge ahead-I just wanted to.
My mouth opened just as he pushed his bloated cockhead toward it. I covered it with my silken lips, swirling my tongue around and around the sensitive rim.
"Christ," Sam gasped, enjoying the application of moisture. "Oh, baby, let's have more of that. More, yeah, uhhhhhhhh. Suck on it. Try to keep it stiff. Work on it. Yeah. Ahhhhhhhh. Circle me with that wriggling tip. Give it more spit. I want to soak in your drool. Your saliva burns against the skin of my cock. Oh, Sheila, you're incredible. Yeah."
I panted as he pushed with his hips, introducing a larger part of his dick to my sucking lips. I absorbed it, fanning my fingertips over the taut skin of his balls. "Mmmmmmmmm," I purred, gainfully employed. This was one of those moments nature had equipped me for. My tongue was put to greater use, flicking the heavy vein back and forth until Sam's tremors filled my mouth. I clamped him hard, wanting to experience his unfolding thrill. "Mmmmmmmm, ohhhhhhhh."
Slowly, I worked my lips down his shaft. Its palpitations made me hornier by the second. It wasn't just length. Sam was wide, too. I quivered as I blew him.
My inner muscles relaxed and he slid into my throat. Ohhhhhhh. How was I going to breathe around this thing? It took every ounce of skill to proceed, but I managed to swallow his cock. Ahhhhhhhh. I sucked on it severely, enjoying him this way.
"Yeah," Sam groaned, dropping his head to the pillow while pressing his groin to my face. "Yeah, eat it, suck it, yeah, make it fit in that warm mouth."
When I had sufficiently pumped him with my luscious lips, I eased the pressure and began to ascend. Now it became a simple task to rub my mouth where I wished, gorging myself with cock, then withdrawing. Sam's intense reaction to my abilities spurred me toward greater risks. I couldn't seem to get enough of his manly vibrations, his guttural sounds nor his large hands steering my head. All of it provided my invigoration.
"Mmmmmm," I sighed, mouthing his cock. "Ohhhhhh, uhhhhhhh." My lips snared his hard dick, rippling over its throbbing surface. There was so much to eat.
Sam was ready to convulse, but saw no reason to discharge himself in my mouth when my cunt was available. He pulled my mouth off his dick, watching as the saliva oozed down his pulsating flesh and my eyes flashed. He wanted to see my face as he fucked me-he made no effort to conceal that. Apparently, he wanted to hear me moan as his cock plunged into me again and again, going farther into my pussy than any man previously had.
I knew what he wanted-it was obvious from his inflamed expression. I wasn't sure I was willing to give it, but on the other hand, neither was I in the condition to deny him. My own body twitched with need. "Oh, Sam."
He climbed over me, indicated I lay on my back. My legs spread for him, anxious to lock about his hips. His cock stood rigidly straight, aimed at my sopping cunt lips. Sam knelt in front of me, his knees buried in the cushions. The rise and fall of his massive chest told me how ferociously aroused he was.
I couldn't suppress the itch to massage my clit. The mounting excitement commanded it. "Ohhhhhhh," I sobbed, scorched by that single touch. My love button was red-hot and eager to connect with his dick. "Sam, please, please don't wait. I want it-now."
He cupped my ass and lifted me to him. His cockhead parted my juicy pussy lips. The effect of my tingling moisture was instant. It was impossible for him to contain his fierce arousal. His body ached to plunge roughly into me, for our flesh to merge. He pulled me to him, sinking his cock into my hot, alleviating snatch. He scooped my little tush with his hands and brought me to his erect cock. In and out, he fucked my sweet little pussy. "Yeah...."
I bit my lip. "Oh, God," I shuddered, feeling him enter my cunt. The strain of his separating my walls, penetrating my pussy could not be anticipated. I dug my nails into his arms, but Sam was oblivious. More of him pushed into my cunthole, more of that monstrous thing attached to his body. My head tilted back as I fought to compose myself. I moaned, taking him into my pussy, submitting to that huge cock.
"Can you feel how excited I am, Sheila?" Sam muttered above the harsh breathing. "Yeah, you can feel how stiff I am. That's you making it like that. You turned me on. You got my dick that hard, the size that it is. Now I'm going to fuck you with it. Yeah. I'm going to stroke your sweet pussy until you cum."
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" All the air was compressed from my diaphragm as he brought it deeper into my cunt. He met the section at the bottom where no man had earlier ventured. Neither Kevin, nor Rob had pierced that barrier. He paused, awaiting my signal. He wanted me amply prepared for the rest of him to sink into position. I twisted animatedly beneath him, fighting to catch my breath, then murmured, "Now, Sam ... now!"
He shoved himself into me full, burying all he had into my pussy. Our groins smacked together in a heated rush. We were deliciously joined and reveled in that knowledge.
My lips briefly curved. It felt so good having a well-endowed man in my pussy. "Fuck me with it," I panted, rocking under him. "Fuck me, Sam. Nobody has gone so deep before. Oh, Jesus. I waited so long to experience this. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Come on, give it to me. Don't hold back. You can't possibly hurt me, I'm much too excited. Yes. More. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Yes. Keep doing that. More."
Sam could barely curb his wild behavior. He wanted it, too. He pumped my snatch with his throbbing dick, grabbing my sweet buns and crushing me to him before easing it back. I was light as a feather in his hands, yielding to his strength. I looked totally committed to giving him pleasure. I was tempted to affect a quick, satisfying pace and cause him to explode, just for the sake of gratification. Yet, something inside demanded I let him enjoy this adventure with equal relish. I savored his cock running back and forth inside my cunt lips, grinding against my swollen clit. My squeals of joy propelled him. I yearned for them to increase in pitch and frequency.
"Fuck me, fuck me," I sobbed, pounding with excitement. All the frustrations I previously experienced were exorcised from my body as Sam fed me that enormous cock. I tried to watch it sink into my cunt, but was so consumed by the passion it afforded that I merely closed my eyes and surrendered to the flurry of sensations. "Ohhhhhh, I love it, it's better than I expected. Oh, Sam. You're making me sweat. Oh, my God. Ohhhhhhhh. It feels so good."
"You like the way that feels, baby?" he muttered, fucking my slick, warm snatch.
"Yes, oh, yes! Give it to me. Fuck me with your stiff cock. Ohhhhhhhh. I don't want it to stop, not even for a second."
I accelerated the speed of my hips, fighting to get every bit of him in me. His dick sliced through my juicy cunthole to complete that sweet connection. His pupils rolled up in their sockets and his mouth dropped open as he made shivering contact with my hot squish. I pushed and pulled harder, backing myself up, then charging at him with all I had. He groaned at all that energy fighting against him, grabbing at his dick, greasing his every manly inch. I could not rid myself of the rush his plunging into my sweaty flesh afforded.
I fought to open my eyes and look at Sam. He stimulated a fantasy I didn't want to see end. A lock of his dark hair became plastered to his forehead. His handsome face was covered with such film. I totally submitted to him, giving him all I had. My cunt was like mush, smacking against his groin. Fever claimed my body. Listening to my pussy gobble up his cock, the sounds reverberating throughout the library, made me all the more horny. This wonderfully strange commotion that took place inside me was boggling. I gasped aloud as Sam crammed all he could into my gaping snatch. He was lifting me, fitting that enormous shaft between my legs, nearly causing my eyes to cross in getting every last inch embedded. Ohhhhhhhhhh.
I sank my nails into the cushions beneath my head. My mouth dropped open and I emitted a low-pitched cry.
Sam tried not to watch. He didn't want that depiction of ecstasy to affect him. He wanted to fuck me for a while, get his dick good and wet before he popped. Seeing me enjoy his thing had to be a big turn-on. He clutched my little ass cheeks and dragged my cunt lips over his throbbing dick. Ahhhhhhh. He packed it in, glowing from the tight fit. My pussy was snug, flowing with moisture, giving him what he needed to get off big time. He rammed it again and again, visibly satisfied by its hot, crushing confines.
"This is heaven," he groaned, "fucking heaven!" He slammed his member into my sweet crevice to emphasize his remark.
"Ohhhhhhhh," I moaned, exhilarated by his need. His hardness was splitting me apart, forcing me to respond. There was no faking it. Feeling that cock, having it fuck me, allowed no false admissions. Joy swam through my body-erotic bliss. I twisted myself to his impaling member, grinding my snatch to the thick base. I craved whole penetration. I couldn't get enough of this dizzying high. "Oh, God, Sam, it's so big, so much to handle. Ohhhhhhhhhh."
"Fuck it," he groaned. "Fuck it, baby. Let it fuck you, drown in your pussy and all its juices." Sam swallowed roughly, plunging himself entirely into that succulent clench. "Jesus, I'm about to shoot. Are you ready for me, baby? Are you close?"
"Yes, oh, yes, I'm going to cum."
"Let's do it at the same time. Let me feel you cum around my dick. Squeeze it with all you've got. Yeah, baby, fuck that big dick. Cum with it thrusting inside you. Yeah."
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" I gasped as the spasms hit me. The agitation began in the pit of my groin and blossomed. My convulsion gained strength and momentum. Soon, my entire body vibrated with lasting pleasure. "Oh, Sam! I'm cumming, I'm cumming."
Sam waited, prolonging the last moments before eruption to enjoy my orgasm. My cunt lips locked him in a heavenly grip, followed by violent tremors that rocked his foundation. He could feel the strength of it, building, sapping my energy, declining in intensity. He waited until he thought he was going to die, then exploded. Hot cum jetted into my pussy, gushing madly from the bottom of his balls, collecting in my deliciously compact cunt. The flow was heavy, enduring. "Ugghhhhh, uuugghhhhh, ugghhhhh!"
"Oh, God!" I panted. Sam was cumming in my pussy-I could actually feel it. The warm, jittery feeling that preceded it metamorphosed into happiness. I experienced the heavy squirts into my pussy with relish. "Oh, Sam, ohhhhhhh."
Several moments later, Sam was struggling to breathe. He gradually lowered me to the bed, disconnecting his cock from my jism-flooded snatch. It looked as though he was far from finished. I concluded, from his ravenous expression, that much more fucking was ahead of us. He allowed me to recover from this first taste of sex with him before he'd sink his cock back into me.
"Sam," I purred, stroking his stomach, his arms as I settled against the sheets. "That was so good. I never thought someone so young could provide me that amount of pleasure."
His grin faded as he took his medallion. My heart started pounding.
"Sam...."
It shifted between his fingers. I was arrested by its flashing display. I couldn't avert my gaze.
A numbness came over me.
Sam eased himself away from me, forcing me to stare at his medallion.
Oh, God! I thought, falling under his power.
His tongue slurped my nipple, awakening me. I knew at that moment things had returned to normal. What Linda had told me came into sharp focus. She hadn't been lying.
Linda stepped into the room. "It's over, baby. You're free."
Sam sank dutifully into the chair, looking bewildered.
"What happens next?" I asked.
"I'll put the balance of the paintings in my car while you pack. We'll take the cash you've accumulated from your sales. I figure we'll be in Las Vegas by tomorrow night."
Everything occurred with speed. I hadn't expected to be separated from Sam so swiftly.
I gazed sadly at him. How could he have done that to me? I found it difficult to hate him, observing him in his hypnotic state.
"Come on, baby," Linda said, tapping my shoulder. "Everything will be okay from this point forward."
I smiled. I had regained my independence. I recalled how well Linda and I worked together. Why we had originally gone our separate ways was forgotten. I only knew I wanted to stay with my half-sister.
Did Sam ever recover and take his revenge on us? You bet! Of course, that's another story. You'll find more of my mesmerizing adventures in Beeline.
