From JessaB@aol.com Fri Jun 2 20:23:57 1995 Date: Fri, 2 Jun 1995 23:23:40 -0400 To: Man2man@netcom.com Subject: the Die Hard story - part 1 [Here's the finished product inspired by your short story the Elevator. Hope you really like it.] Laneille's Story by Jessa Notes: Just to get the faces right: Hans - Alan Rickman, Simon - Jeremy Irons, and Erik - Anthony Hopkins (he just seemed right to be the father in this). Uncle Edward should be pictured as Lance Henriksen. Holly still looks like Bonnie Bedelia and John McClane still looks like Bruce Willis. I figure that Laneille Hartmann (the girl) probably looks something like Rebecca Gayheart from Earth 2. Just because I think she's pretty in a different sort of way. Mariele looks like Lolita Davidovich, because the friend I wrote her for says so. The usual copyright stuff: Die Hard characters copyrighted to their respective sources. Same with Die Hard story elements. The rest of this is mine - Except for the first scene in the Lift, which is gratefully stolen from Man2Man, who gave me his permission for the "theft" and alteration (GRIN) of his piece "The Elevator" The portions from that piece are copyrighted to Man2Man. Oh, yes before I forget, my husband wrote a lot of the detail for the sex scenes after chapter 1. No insult is intended toward any of the actors whose faces I have appropriated. Particularly Sir Anthony Hopkins, Mr. Henriksen, Miss Davidovich or Miss Gayheart who had nothing to do with the original Die Hard saga, but should have in my opinion. This is my personal fantasy (yes, you could say that in my dreams Laneille is me), and I can't help the fact that the above faces figure in my dreams. For those of you who are Die Hard experts, Laneille arrives around the 5th or 6th of that fateful December in L.A. when the Nakatomi tower is invaded.] Chapter One The Lift It was the last day of my holiday, I had checked out of my hotel and I was in L.A. visiting a friend of mine who lives in a big apartment building in the centre of town. I arrived there about noon for lunch and spent the whole day just talking about old times. I looked at my watch and saw that it was almost midnight. I couldn't believe how fast the time went by. I knew I could get another hotel room, and a single call would change the plane reservation so we said our good-byes and I left... ... Avoiding the bell, I banged on the door. "Hell, Holly, let me in dammit." I could hear her cursing "Wait a Goddamned minute, already, it's not like you're going to die out there. Geez, I thought you left... " She opened the door and stopped. Stopped talking, stopped moving, looked at me. Stared. I must've looked quite a sight. The top half of my dress was torn up and my stockings were in shreds. I had my shoes in my hand. And my hair had fallen out of its pins. I pushed past her and walked into the apartment. "So, can I stay, and do you have something I can change into?" Then I asked her who were those people visiting her Neighbours. She asked me if I was okay and why the hell did I want to know? I said wanted to know if their friends would be visiting again anytime soon. "Why?" she demanded, "are you going to tell me what happened or not. Should I call John? I know he's in New York, but he has friends out here... " "NO! Don't call John, Holly Gennaro don't you dare call that lunatic husband of yours. No, no, no. I forbid it. Do NOT get that madman involved." So I told her... Walking down to the lift, I noticed that, for an expensive apartment building, there wasn't very much light in the hallways. As I pushed the button, I saw a group of men standing in the hallway saying their good-byes to a bunch of people. They must've had a good time because they were all laughing and talking. God, what a group. There were three of them. An older man, dressed, oh, so properly: vest buttoned up, chalk grey pinstripe suit, some kind of regimental tie. He carried himself like some sort of soldier. Ramrod straight, hands behind his back. I don't know why my dream mind said "reminds me of the guys who play Nazis in the movies." The younger two were just as amazing. One, dark haired and slightly disheveled looking, painted on black jeans, linen shirt, lovely longish black hair, over his collar. Sort of messy chic. The other one, oh, GOD. Navy suit, the shirt had maroon pinstripes, french cuffs with ruby cufflinks, I knew they were real too, he looked like he had just posed for a magazine cover and that he knew he owned the world. Oh, hell, forget the damned suit, the eyes on this one. Oh, God, the eyes. Oh, shit, he saw me staring. He winked. I turned away, pretending I didn't notice. I was sure they could see me shaking. Especially navy suit. I noticed him whisper something to the older man. The older man smiled. The dark haired one nodded. They left their friends and headed towards the lift. I finally had to look at them (didn't want to appear rude) and they said, "Hello". Of course, being the friendly person that I was, I said, "Hi" back. We stood there for awhile waiting for the lift to arrive. When the doors opened, they let me get on first. Ah, gentlemen, I thought. They had sounded foreign in the hallway, that would explain it. I always though European men were the courtly types. As the door closed, I could hear movement behind me but I was pretending to ignore it, when I felt an arm reach around me. As it came into my line of sight, all I saw was navy fabric, the strong hand reached for the control panel and pushed the button that stopped the lift. From the look in their eyes, I knew what was going to happen. I was scared, but deep down, I was also very excited. The oldest of the men seemed to take charge. "Hello, my name is Erik, these are my sons, Simon and Hans." I didn't of course for one minute believe that these were their real names, but at least it afforded me a point of reference, now I had something to call navy suit "Simon", and I was sure that they really were related. They had the same deadly icy eyes. And, oh, God, Erik had a German accent, which reinforced my initial silly assessment, for a moment, I mentally laughed at myself "Nazi indeed, Hah!" Before I knew what was happening I was grabbed by Hans and Simon and pressed down onto the floor. I hit my head and cried out in pain. Hans put his hand behind my head for a moment, I don't think cracking my skull was in his plans. My hair started to come down into his fingers. He seemed to enjoy that and pulled the pins out until my hair fell down around my shoulders. Simon's strong hands ripped off the top of my dress in one stroke, while Erik tore off my pantyhose. Damn pantyhose, I thought. Never again pantyhose. As they started to unzip their trousers Erik reminded them, "I am first." Off came the jacket, vest and tie, then he pulled down his trousers and lay on top of me while his sons held me down by my shoulders. Hans still had his hand in my hair, I wanted desperately to reach up and do the same to him, but they had my arms pinned securely to the floor. Its funny, after noticing how nicely built their father was, all I could think, was boxer shorts, I should have known, he's so very proper. I wondered what Simon and Hans were wearing. Hans was licking his lips and staring at my breasts, Simon ran his finger across my jaw and smiled wickedly. He caught my gaze almost forcibly and winked once more. I could feel Erik's hot breath on my face as he started kissing me. I knew what he expected. I mentally smiled as I turned my head from side to side, trying to keep his lips from touching mine, but he grabbed my head with both hands and held me still. As his lips touched mine, I opened my mouth and bit him. His head came up and at the same time his hand came down and hit me across the face and in my mouth. I heard him say, "Do that again bitch, and I'll kill you." The look of fear in my eyes seemed to please him, so he continued. I could feel his mouth on my face and felt it move slowly down to my neck. His un-shaved face rubbing against my skin hurt, but I was too shocked to say anything. His mouth and tongue moved slowly down my body, then his hands were on my breasts, squeezing them with such force that I cried out. He looked at me and laughed. My reaction seemed to give him pleasure so he lowered his head and started sucking on my nipples, gently at first but then he sucked harder. I felt his teeth bite down on my nipple while his hands squeezed harder and harder on my tits. He went from one nipple to the other, biting and sucking; biting and sucking until he was satisfied. I'd never felt so helpless, or so good, in my life. Then I felt one hand move down my body to my pussy. He put his hand on me and seemed pleased when he felt my wetness. Removing his mouth from my tit, he licked his way down the rest of my body until he had to slide his body off mine and onto the floor to put his head between my legs. With one hand, he spread my pussy lips and with the other, he stuck his finger deep inside me. Hans moved one hand off my arm and onto the breast his father had just abandoned, feather light caresses alternated with sharp pinches. He bent, I could feel his hair brush across my chest, he grasped my nipple in his teeth and bit. I gasped. Simon smiled. At first Erik was gentle, but then suddenly he went crazy. It felt like he shoved his whole hand into me. It hurt like hell, but it seemed the more I yelled, the harder he shoved his hand into me. I almost passed out from the intense pain he was inflicting when his mouth took over. He ran his tongue up and down the length of my pussy, then flicked it across my now hardened clit. I could feel his hot breath on my pussy as his tongue licked it from top to bottom. Then his lips went around my clit and he started sucking for all he was worth. I didn't want to enjoy it, but all the while he was doing that, I kept thinking, "Damn, this guy can really eat pussy!" As he ate me his hands went up underneath me and I felt his finger go up my arse and the pain I felt made me cry out again. As I lay there with my eyes closed, yelling, I heard him say to Simon, "Shut her up!" I closed my eyes tighter, thinking I was going to get hit again, when I sensed Simon standing directly over me, feet planted on either side of my shoulders and suddenly I felt his weight settle against my chest as he knelt down straddling me. I opened my mouth to say no, but he shoved his cock deep into my mouth before I could utter a word. It made me gag, nearly choked me as he hit bottom, but I loved it, although I tried not to let him see that. I noticed that Simon had merely un-done his trousers. He was still impeccably dressed. With his hand hard on the back of my neck he kept shoving all the way to the back of my throat, telling me to "Suck me, slut!" Afraid to do anything else, I had no choice. Simon dropped his other hand against my breast, lazily tracing the bruises his father and brother had inflicted. He looked directly into my eyes, smiled, grasped my nipple in his fingers and twisted. Hard. As I gasped, he thrust his delicious cock deeper into my throat, and involuntarily I bucked my hips up toward his father's plunging tongue. I didn't want to admit to myself that sucking his cock and being eaten by his father at the same time was really turning me on, but my body was betraying me and Simon knew it. I was also becoming aware that he was the real power behind this family. I realised that I would do anything Erik told me to, willingly, just to keep Simon's magnificent cock down my throat. God, I wanted to be Simon's "slut". It was turning me on. Especially the way he managed to have his way without even mussing up his appearance. He still looked like a GQ cover. Except for the lust in his eyes, he had no expression, and his clothes were all still in order. His father on the other hand was a "messy" fuck, he'd have to send that suit to the cleaners to have it pressed when he was finished. Little brother (How did I know that? Why was I sure that Simon was older?) wasn't even wearing a suit and that linen shirt of his would need hand-laundering. I so desperately wanted him to take it off before it got totally ruined. As if he was a mind reader, Hans unbuttoned and stripped off the shirt. Ah, wonderful, the undershirt has not been made that wouldn't show under linen like that, so I knew I'd get an eyeful. He smiled as he saw me watching him, and took his time, flexing his strong arms and generally showing off. Oh, my God, he had one of those strong, lean builds, the sort of man that worked rather than worked out. I just knew his brother was built similarly. Oh my. What a family. As I sucked Simon's cock, his father sat up and said, "She's ready, make her kneel on all fours." Simon pulled out of my mouth and stood up briefly so that I could change positions. He smiled wickedly as my body reacted to the loss before my mind did and I reached my mouth up toward him raking every inch of him with my tongue until he was out of my reach and I moaned over my loss of contact with him. The look he gave me said "Scream and you will certainly regret it." For one second I thought of screaming, just to see what he would do. But I feared that he would choose to ignore me and let his brother handle further transgressions, if I upset him. Hans was utterly gorgeous, but there was just something incredibly powerful and irresistible about Simon, and I desperately wanted to keep Simon happy. I kept quiet, I wanted Simon back in my mouth, and soon. Hans lifted me up and as I knelt on my hands and knees I could feel his body press against my back as he positioned me. I could feel the strength in his bared arms daring me to do something. Before turning me over to his father he wrapped his arms around me, I could feel the weight of him and the electric touch of his bare chest across my back. He pinched and caressed both my breasts and kissed the back of my neck where a bruise was beginning from Simon's strong grip. He smiled and nodded toward his father, moving away from my back, but still holding my arm. Simon knelt down in front of my raised face, smiled and grasped the back of my neck again. He ran one finger across my jaw and I tried to catch it in my mouth. He laughed and replaced the wandering finger with the delicious cock he knew I really wanted. God he was incredible. I felt Erik rub his cock up against my arse and I shuddered. He said, "First, bitch, I'm going to fuck your sweet little pussy, and then I'm going to fuck your tight arse until you scream." All I could do was moan, because I had Simon's delicious cock down my throat. And then I thought "I'm not your bitch, Erik, I'm Simon's slut." He thrust into my pussy harder than I'd ever had it done before. Putting both hands on my arse he pulled his cock in and out, shoving it in deeper and deeper with every thrust. It hurt, but at the same time, felt fantastic. The faster he pumped, the faster I sucked his son's cock. Being fucked and sucking cock turned me on more than I cared to admit. As the rhythm got faster and faster I could hear Erik start to moan and Simon's hand gripped me even harder. I knew they were getting ready to cum. I sucked harder and harder, and Simon came in my mouth the same time his father came in my pussy: I felt the pulse in Erik's cock start to beat faster and I knew he was close. With one last thrust into my pussy, I felt his cum shoot deep into me and I sucked Simon's cock harder until I felt him start to cum and ram his cock deep down my throat. I tried to pull back far enough to taste him as I could feel his cum sliding down my throat, and I swallowed every delicious drop. Hearing my moans of pleasure, his father said, "You love it, don't you bitch?!?" I moaned "Slut, I'm not your bitch, I'm Simon's slut." later as I thought back I was forever glad that he couldn't understand me with my mouth full. I nodded my head in agreement. "Now in your tight little arse." Hans was there his massive cock getting harder every moment, he was obviously incredibly turned on by all this and I should have known that Hans' choice of underwear would be "none". His father said to him, "You try her pussy while I fuck her in the arse, she's very nice." By now I was starting to feel very tired, but the thought of having all three men fucking me brought me back to life. They turned me on my side, and Simon shifted position with me. Erik rammed his cock into my arse and Hans shoved his cock into my pussy and continued the work started on my tits earlier, while Simon pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. We all seemed to be moving as one. I was never without a cock inside me. My loud moans of pleasure and pain could be heard throughout the lift. They started pumping faster and faster and I sucked faster and harder. Erik was smacking me on the arse, and Hans was manhandling and biting my tits, but it so felt good. After what seemed like hours, Erik came first and shot his hot cum deep inside my arse. Then I sucked harder and harder until I made Simon cum in my mouth. I felt Hans start to cum in my pussy and I just lay on the floor, exhausted. Finally they started to get up. I reached up and ran my fingers through Hans' hair, it was as soft as I thought it would be. He smiled. Simon smiled. Erik laughed. As I lay there I felt the lift suddenly start to move again, and I saw Erik and Hans putting their clothes back on. Simon just smiled and zipped his trousers. I looked around for the top of my dress, wanting to cover myself up before the lift reached the lobby. As I saw the numbers get closer and closer to the lobby, the lift didn't stop, but kept going down into the basement parking area. I was glad, because I didn't want anyone to see what had happened, and there was a guard in the lobby area twenty-four hours a day. I did NOT want to explain this to a uniformed guard. I did wonder though why the guard didn't notice the lift being stopped for so long, but I was too exhausted and forgot my concerns. As the doors opened they thanked me for the good time. "Maybe we can do it again sometime." Simon turned back, smiled at me and quietly mouthed "slut." He knew. I nodded and licked my lips, staring obviously at the juncture of his thighs. I heard them laughing as they walked towards the Mercedes pulling up near the lift. I barely heard Hans say to the driver "Uncle, you missed a nice one." I got up and before they changed their minds about leaving or I begged them not to and quickly pushed the button to go back to Holly's apartment. As the lift went slowly up higher and higher, I prayed that it didn't stop to let someone on. Finally, it reached the top floor, and I got off and headed back to Holly's. Avoiding the bell, I banged on the door... "I'm calling John, I need an excuse to get him out here anyway. If I don't put in an appearance as the happy homemaker, the guys at Nakatomi will start making passes again and trying to fix me up." "No, NO, NO! Holly Gennaro don't you dare call that lunatic husband of yours. I still can't figure out why you're still married to that madman. Everywhere he goes someone tries to shoot him or something. Don't say it's because he's a cop. Cops can go their whole careers without looking at a gun much less being shot at. John McClane is a certifiable nutcase and you know it." "Okay, so I'll call a local cop. John has friends out here, I actually met a couple of them the last time he was here." "Oh, let me guess, he knows Dirty Harry or something. Holly, get it through your head. I did not come in here screaming call 9-1- fucking 1. I did not yell get a cop, I asked you if you had something I could wear so that I can go to my car and get my luggage and change, after all the next guy I meet in that damned lift may not be so nice. Ok? Ok!" Holly pointed toward her closet. "And she thinks John is nuts?" "I heard that Holly, I heard that." I changed into one of her dresses, didn't bother with underwear, and went back downstairs to my car. The driver's door was unlocked. I knew that I had locked it so I was pretty surprised. I looked in, just to make sure there were no weirdos in the back seat. Only my purse sitting on the floor on the driver's side. Oh, shit, I thought. My purse. I opened it up, everything seemed to be there. Money, credit cards, keys. It was all there. Whew. I picked it up, got my suitcase out of the hatch and went back up to Holly's. After she let me back in, I changed and hauled my suitcase into her guest bedroom. Part of me was glad that she was staying in town tonight, I don't think I could have faced her kids right now. Company housing or something. She rated because she was some kind of executive. That way she didn't have to drive all the way out if she worked late. "Holly, didn't you say Nakatomi needed a new accountant? I think I might like living in L.A." She threw a pillow at me. "You are far more certifiable than John. You DO know that, right?" "Right. Me, certifiable. John, merely nuts. Got it. Or is it that John merely has nuts? That was why you married him wasn't it?" "Yeah." "Good night." I dumped my purse out to put the contents back in order. Picked up my card case, it dawned on me that interviewing at a Japanese company, I had better damned well have my business cards with me. I opened the case to see how many I had left. Grey? My cards are white. What the hell? Security Consultations, Inc., an L.A. address, a phone number and a name. Erik Gruber. They told me the truth, they actually had the balls to tell me the truth. I turned it over. Oh, shit, oh, hell, oh my goodness. 555-2919 Simon. Tonight I sleep peacefully with their cum dripping down my thighs and the delicious taste of Simon in my mouth. I think I'll bathe in the morning, maybe. Tomorrow I make the phone call. And I'll even call Nakatomi, I'll probably be on the payroll in time to be introduced at that Christmas party Holly's been bragging about. Chapter Two The Phone Call I made the call, set up the interview with Nakatomi, went to the mall to do some shopping and put a few grand on a credit card buying interview clothes (who packs this stuff on holiday, after all) and other stuff I'd need until I could get my New York stuff packed and shipped. I ordered some extra Japanese translated business cards at an overnight printer. Stopped to eat, then I bought something very nice for myself. A fire-engine-red slip-dress. Short. Real silk. Expensive as hell. New red shoes and real stockings. I'd sworn off pantyhose, they can be a bitch. Holly introduced me to the buying committee in the condo her company housing was in and I to her surprise I bought the penthouse, which had just been vacated. The owners were getting a divorce and had to sell to divide the profit. They even left the furniture, not my taste, but I could live in it until I bought new stuff. Holly knew I had money, but she wasn't sure about the penthouse. She figured that if I got the Nakatomi job, they might foot part of the bill as moving expenses for me and I could afford it, but she worried that if for some reason I didn't get the job I'd be stuck. I assured her I could "make the payments" I didn't have the heart to tell her I paid cash in full and the monthly assessment wasn't all that much, especially since the former owners had already paid the special assessment to repair the lifts. I smiled inwardly. Ah, guards rarely investigate something they think is broken, especially since no one picked up the call phone or used the alarm button. Since there are no cameras in the lifts, they probably thought it was stuck, but empty, lucky for me. Good thing, this happened now, it seems they had voted to put in cameras when they did the repairs. Whew. Great for security, but lousy for privacy. But then the penthouse has its own lift, and I'll be damned if I'll let them put a camera in it. At the entrances maybe, it only stops on a few public access floors: the pool, lobby, etc. but no way a camera inside it. I find that I like stuck lifts occasionally. When Holly said Nakatomi needed an accountant, it sounded more like Assistant Comptroller for the North American division. Vice President sort of stuff. Money and perks, as if I really needed either. I moved my rental car into one of the spaces assigned to my apartment. Then I packed up my stuff from Holly's, picked up my keys and a member of the Security Company showed me how to change the codes in the alarm system. I called the phone company from my cell-phone and made an appointment for them turn on the phones. I called the printer and gave him my new address and phone number for some letterhead and envelopes. They said they'd deliver my order, including the new business cards. I love that sort of thing, so convenient. I also called the desk in the lobby to authorise letting in the phone man. Then I tried out the penthouse lift. Gosh, I cannot believe this, Mariele will think this is so damned ostentatious. A private lift with an upholstered bench. It looks like something out of one of those old movies. Fancy paneling and brass buttons. But oh, what I want to do on that bench. I will never look at a lift in quite the same way ever again. I came back upstairs and I made the OTHER call. Got the machine. "Hi, you remember me, this is Laneille. Call me. 555-... beep... " "Hold on a bloody minute." I recognised the voice and it wasn't Simon, it was Hans. "Hey, Simon, it's your new girlfriend," he laughed. "Give me the damned phone and keep your nose out of it." I heard him take up the phone. "Little brother is so uncouth. Hello dear, I knew you'd call. Where are you?" I told him that I had moved into the building I had met him in. He said wait, he'd pick me up in the garage. I changed into the red dress, stockings and shoes. Just the red dress, stockings, and shoes. Went downstairs to the garage. About a half hour later the Mercedes pulled up, the same guy driving. Long, strong fingers gripped the wheel. Those hands could kill, I just knew it. Dressed all in black and wearing jeans that were even tighter than what Hans was wearing when I met them the first time. And he was twice Hans' size. Easily comparable to Simon. Big. Hot-looking. Scary looking. Simon spoke first. "Oh, yes, Laneille, I should introduce you to my Uncle. Uncle Edward, this is the lady you missed over the weekend. Pity, you should have been there." Edward spoke, low voiced, I had to strain to hear him, lean in closer to understand. "Yes. Pity. Well I am here now, aren't I?" I gasped. Oh, my, another one? Three was exhausting enough, but this one... He just might be a few all by himself. Simon laughed. "Yes, yes, you'll get your turn. She's a regular little slut, this one is. Right dear?" "Yes," I sighed "definitely." Edward looked at me, the same ice eyes as the rest of the clan. "Definitely what, dear? What exactly are you, dear?" dripping heat, lust, and menace. "Um... " "Well? Simon she's not very responsive, doesn't make you look too good. I asked her a question. She can talk can't she?" Simon frowned. I started again "Yes, definitely Simon's slut. Very definitely." Edward laughed so hard he nearly hit his head on the roof of the car. "Oh, Simon, this is too damned delicious. Not just any slut, you've found. You've managed to... " he laughed again. "Oh, God, wait until I tell my brother this one. He thinks he was in charge that night. Oh, shit, Simon, he's going to kill you. Your slut indeed. This is too much. Shall we test this idea a bit. You drive." Edward got into the back seat. "Tell her to get back here and make me happy, Simon. She owes me. If I hadn't had to drive that night, I'd have had her first, and she'd be mine, not yours, believe me." "No, I don't think so. You're not quite my type Uncle Edward, dear. But then I may know someone for you. I definitely belong to Simon. I do however have a sister in New York. She might like a job out here. You wouldn't know someone who would hire her would you?" Then I looked back at Simon, making sure that he wanted me to be nice to Uncle. He nodded. I reached for Edward's belt and undid it. Slid his incredible cock out of his trousers, knelt in the well between the seats, his thighs spread wide enough to accommodate my shoulders and bent over his lap. Simon smiled. He knew I had a mouth on me. He knew I would make up for the fact that Edward had missed the lift escapade. Even though he wasn't fully hard yet, he was impressive. I looked up to see a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth. I had never seen a cock like this on a man so thin. Simon wanted me to do this so do it I would. I licked my lips in anticipation of what I hoped Simon's reaction would be later, and leaned into Edward's lap. I could tell he was deliberately keeping calm to prolong the experience. I moved myself down, slowly taking all of him, then letting my tongue start in on him, as I slowly increased pressure near his base, like a human vacuum cleaner. He grew rapidly in size, and my pulse quickened. His hands were resting at his sides, yet I was getting as hot as if he were Simon and was fondling my breasts with one hand, and plunging between my thighs with the other. If this is what listening to Simon does for me... oh, my. I started moving my head up and down, and he had grown fully erect now. Breathing was a difficult thing, but I was too worked up to care. I could feel his body respond, even though his face betrayed nothing, what little of it I saw between thrusts. I began to tighten my lips around him, and move slightly faster. I could hear and feel him breathing faster, his hips pushing up ever so slightly against me. I risked a look. His eyes were closed, his fists clenched. I knew he was close. Good. So was I... I moved faster now, moaning slightly as I felt my thighs begin to get wet as they always did just before I came, Edward didn't know it, but the thought of doing this for Simon was driving me crazy. Somehow though, I was determined to make him cum first. I increased pressure, relaxed my throat, and rammed my face straight down. "... ahhhh... " was the only sound he made as he came. I almost missed the noise, I was too busy trying not to drown. It seemed to go on forever, and his legs had locked my head in place, but suddenly, the pressure eased, outside and in, and I lifted my head up. He had one or two beads of sweat on his face and I felt like I was in a sauna, but damn-all, it was worth it! He nodded his head slightly to indicate I should clean him up. I didn't lift my head from Edward's lap until Simon was pulling into the driveway of the family house. Wiping Edward's cum from the sides of my mouth I walked into the house behind Simon. Edward stayed behind long enough to fasten his jeans. As I walked in the door, Hans grabbed me and slid his hand up my skirt, smiling when he felt the tops of my stockings and nothing else. His mouth came down on mine so hard, I gasped. He had knocked the breath out of me. He parted my lips with his tongue and kissed the breath out of me again. I raised my hands up his back and ran them through his hair, I slipped my thigh between his legs and rubbed up against him. He smiled, and lifting me up effortlessly, he passed me over to Erik, who also kissed and fondled me, sliding his hand up between my legs and slipping his fingers into my pussy. I writhed against daddy's hand. While I was in his father's arms, Hans came up behind me and slid his hands down the front of my dress, pinching my nipples. Oh God, the sensation of his hands on me, I was still bruised from our previous encounter. I shuddered. Hans reached up and pulled pins out of my hair (I wrote a mental reminder, "hair down, silly girl.") I gasped against his father's probing hand. Simon reached up between them and caressed the back of my neck just as he had in the lift. I came, and then I practically swooned into Erik's arms, when reminded of Simon down my throat. Not completely sure of the cause of my distress, he thought me sturdy enough to cum while standing up, Erik asked "Drink, dear? Would you like something to drink?" Hans smiled and walked over to the bar, and dropped the hairpins in an ashtray. Edward looked at Simon and they both broke out laughing. "Drink indeed," he said. "Brother, dear, the only thing this girl really wants to drink is Simon. Indulge her nephew, why don't you." "Hmm." Simon sat down in an armchair, and planted his feet wide. He beckoned. I moved like I was possessed. Before Edward had stopped laughing my face was between Simon's thighs, and that strong hand was gripping the back of my neck. Suddenly his cock was so far down my throat, I was choking. I hadn't had a chance to catch my breath. "What a way to die, eh, dear?" This from Edward. "Let her up Simon, before we have to dispose of the body." Simon laughed, he though it was funny. It scared me though, because Edward had sounded so damned serious. He released my head, I waited, counted to three, still impaled by his hardness, slowly, I raised my head and gulped air. "If you ever have a reason to want me dead," I joked "Edward's right, this is a hell of a way to choke to death." I smiled, licked my lips, looked back at Simon, "I think I have a drink coming to me." Simon guided my head back to his lap, grinning at his uncle. "Really now Edward, that would be an unfortunate waste of a pretty girl, don't you think. Be nice to Edward dear, you still owe him." I raised myself up from sitting on my heels so that my arse was clearly visible to the men in the room. Edward wasn't about to wait for a more formal invitation than that. I almost immediately felt harsh denim against my legs and what had to be the second largest cock in the room ram into me without preamble or warning. God, he was huge and every thrust forced my face harder against Simon, and Simon deeper down my throat. I had taken it behind before, but never with so little warning, or so much cock. The intrusion was painful, but washing away before the pleasure building in me. Simon was running his hands through my hair, occasionally guiding my head into him, with that neck bruising grip of his, while Edward ran long fingered hands around my waist, and pushed my dress further out of the way. My balance shifted slightly to take his deep thrusts without letting go of Simon, which made my body arch between the two men. Edward's hands pulled the straps off my shoulders, and enclosed my breasts, with my bruised nipples hardening between his viselike fingers. I was having even more trouble breathing now. Simon was leaning back now, really enjoying the effect I had on Edward. That made me have to move further forward into him, and further back into Edward's waiting gift to my rear end. It reached the point where I was rocking back and forth between them, with Simon seated in front of me, and Edward kneeling behind, in my behind. They came together. Remembering the last time, Simon raised his hand off my neck so I could pull back and taste him. It was ecstasy drinking one, feeling the other run down my legs, mixing with my own juices. I nearly collapsed, but the two men were holding me up. "Mmmmm. Absolutely delicious. Best drink I've ever had. Sorry Uncle Edward, but I don't think Simon would want me to lie." Edward slapped me on the arse, hard, and laughed. "Simon, you certainly have a live one here. Lucky man. You said you had a sister, dear? Tell me about her. Tell me about you for that matter, exactly how did you come to belong to my dear nephew Simon?" Simon lifted my head up off his lap, pulling me off Edward, and onto my feet, he led me to a chair, where I sank gratefully. I couldn't believe this family, and I was getting all the benefit! I willed my body to recover quickly so I could do some more of this. It couldn't happen soon enough. Simon did up his trousers. He was the only man I had ever seen who could remain completely neat at a time like this. Edward noticed me staring. "Its amazing isn't it. Man never gets messy. Cannot understand it. I did however, ask you a question dear. Simon tell her to answer so she doesn't have to sit there waiting for your permission. Haven't you got her number yet?" Simon nodded. "Okay. I'm Laneille Hartmann from New York, via lots of places. I'm a CPA and an investment broker. I came here on holiday and stopped on my way to the airport to visit a friend of mine who happened to live in the building these gentlemen were visiting. We met in a lift, they introduced themselves, I decided to stay out here and the rest is history. As for my sister. Well Mariele is a defence attorney, I think she would like you Edward. When she's not in court, she likes riding her motorcycle in insane places, skydiving, skiing and other interesting pursuits. A terrific risk taker, sounds like just your type. She also likes dressing in black and looks as good as you do in it. You two would make quite a pair. So lets see. One for Simon, one for Edward, and we'll all keep Hans & Erik happy together. Or maybe sis has a friend for them. Personally, I think they're both incredibly great fucks, so if Simon doesn't mind, I'll keep them satisfied too." "Simon doesn't mind, as long as you remember where your mouth belongs, you can keep the whole damned family happy by yourself if you want to." "Yum, yum," I smiled at him. Edward nodded. "So do you want to call New York?" He led me to an office and pointed to the phone. "Sure," I dialed, thinking to myself, please answer kid, don't have the machine on, this is the chance of your life. "Hey Mari, it's me. Have I got news for you, our troubles are over, the problem is solved. Hol says her company may have a job for me come New Year's, and it looks like I can get work for you as well. You are still licenced out here right? Good. Hol also found us a great place in the building her company house is in. Terrific split-level penthouse, more than room enough for both of us as usual. Besides which, even without the Nakatomi job, we can afford California on our investments anyway. "Oh, and have I met the guy of your dreams. Black denim jeans, painted on so close that it must take an hour to get out of them. Arms to die for, and hands you would kill to have between your legs. Trust me dear. This man is fantastic and just your type. When he's not riding an amazing motorcycle, he has a Mercedes. Loads of class. Listen, I'm going to stay out here whether you move out or not. Yes, dammit, he has a brother for me, and two nephews also. No, I'm not crazy, ok, I met them in a lift. Was the fuck of my life, believe me. "Are you coming out here or not? Good. Call me when you get your flight plan, I have the cell-phone with me. Oh, and our new address is... They turn on the phone tomorrow and it will be 555-... I knew you'd come, you're already on the deed. If you get there when I'm not home, I'll leave your key with the guard downstairs, oh and, I programmed our usual 4 digit into the security system temporarily until we can come up with another number out here. The box is to the right of the front door." I turned back toward Edward and smiled, "She's coming out here as soon as she can get our business in N.Y. sorted out and our stuff packed up. Where did you put my purse, I can show you a picture if you want, or you can just wait and be surprised at the airport." Edward looked me over "I might be able to wait. That is if you can keep me happy 'til she gets here." He grinned wickedly. I smiled. Simon walked in, tapped Edward on the shoulder. "Uncle, dear, this one belongs to me, remember that, and do NOT tick me off, or you won't get any. Right dear?" "Right." Edward laughed. "You are much too much sometimes Simon. But we have had our fun this afternoon. Our poor brothers on the other hand seem lonely. All that watching must have driven Hans crazier than he already is." He smiled devilishly. Simon nodded. "Hans, why don't you take the girl upstairs, Edward and I need to talk with Father anyway." Hans grabbed me by the hand and started walking upstairs. I had to practically run to keep up with his long-legged stride. I looked back at Simon as if to ask "anything I shouldn't do?" Simon said "Make my little brother VERY happy dear."