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The Dick
by Sandmann (bd654@scn.org)

***

The day in the life of a sleazy private eye. (MF+, intr, 
anal, feet, ds, prost)

***

THE CHEATER

It was one of those god-awful summer nights in the city. 
The midnight hour was fast approaching and the 
temperature readout flashed 98 degrees on the bank 
clock. The humidity turned any dry piece of clothing 
into a sweaty rag. It was under these ideal conditions 
that I aimed my binoculars at a dining room window of a 
second story apartment.

I had followed a well dressed black man to the apartment 
where he proceeded to dine with a redhead who appeared 
to be his mistress. The girl seemed to giggle at just 
about anything he said. A regular charmer, this guy was. 
I took a camera shot of this conversation then let my 
mind drift back to a meeting earlier this evening.

I hadn't had a new client for over a week. Not that such 
a dry spell was unique for me in any way. I put in a 
final call to an old client to see if he had any new 
investigation business he needed taken care of. After 
about 20 minutes of needless chit-chat he closed with, 
"Sorry, Frank. I really don't have anything for you 
right now."

As I hung up the phone I heard a knock on my door. I 
yelled, "It's open." To say that a woman walked in would 
be to understate the event. I'd worked for plenty of 
female clients in my days as a dick, but never had I 
laid eyes on a dame like this. Sexuality oozed from 
every pore of her smooth, dark skin. Her full hips 
swiveled back and forth within a close-fitting business 
suit as she took a seat across from my desk. 

As I leaned forward upon my desk to get a closer view, 
she crossed her legs in a way that was obviously done 
for affect. Her rounded knees protruded outwardly from a 
short slit within her skirt. The dramatic curve of her 
calves mirrored the larger curves of her body. Her 
exquisite legs were encased within white silk stockings, 
and a black pump was dangling precipitously from the 
toes of her beautiful left foot. I took in this entire 
view from a quick sweep of my eyes. "Never leer at a 
client." It was a good rule to live by.

Staring into two jet black eyes I listened as she asked, 
"Are you Mr. Chase?"

"Most days."

An angelic smile spread across her face as she said, "I 
believe you know a co-worker of mine, Ronnie Moore?"

"Yeah, I've worked some for Ron."

"Well he told me that you could help me out here. Are 
you ready to hear my story? I'll keep it as brief as I 
can."

"Take as long as you wish ma'am."

"I was your typical ghetto kid from a broken family. I 
had no intention of remaining there and began placing 
myself in the path of affluent men by the time I was 18. 
Mostly bars, health clubs, that sort of thing. At an 
aerobics studio, fifteen years ago, I met a man from one 
of the wealthiest black families in this city, the 
McLemore clan. 

"I caught Bernard's eye, and before the year was over we 
were married. I guess I loved him at one point, but I'd 
always seen him as a means to an end in terms of the 
life I wanted. He put me through college and business 
school, and allowed me to take a job as a broker at 
Helgesen-Smith."

"All of this went according to my grand plan. From the 
beginning, I was allowed to take control of Bern's 
finances, much to the relief of his family. He's a 
spendthrift and his family was getting tired of upping 
his monthly stipend. I put him on a tight budget, and 
have played the remainder of his stipend within various 
markets. I've taken precautions to ensure that Bern and 
his family aren't aware of any of this investment 
activity. The greedy bastards forced me to sign a pre-
nuptial agreement before the wedding, so this is my way 
of getting my share."

"I recently hit big on an investment and am looking to 
quit this marriage. I know Bern has been cheating on me, 
but since he's never been a very good lover, I've 
ignored it and immersed myself in my work."

At this point she paused, so I took up the slack in the 
conversation.

"So you're here to hire me to find proof of Bernie boy's 
infidelity?"

She smiled again and lightly inhaled, causing her ample 
chest to expand to even greater proportions, as she 
replied, "You're pretty smart for a white boy."

"Ma'am, I'm twenty plus years from my days of being 
referred to as a boy."

"Well Mr. Chase, I'm still far too young to be referred 
to as ma'am. If I'm gonna hire you, you'd better call me 
Chantell, or Chan, or Channie for short."

"Well Ms. Chantell I'd love to work for you and you can 
call me Frank."

She paid my retainer in cash and told me where I could 
expect to pick up Bern's trail. She explained that she 
regularly worked the graveyard shift at Helgesen-Smith 
monitoring the Asian stock markets during the dead-of-
night. She continued, "I get off from my shift at 4:00 
a.m. If you finish tailing Bernard around that time I 
wouldn't mind receiving a preliminary report. I'll swing 
by this building, and if I see your light on I'll stop 
in, okay?"

"Yeah, I'll probably be here," I muttered as she swung 
her incredible ass out the door.

***

I was fondly reflecting upon her narrow waist, her 
striking nose, her naturally full lips, and her sexy 
feet when I saw a light flash out at the corner of my 
eye. I sat up quickly and noted that Bernard and his 
carrot-top lover were moving on to another room. I 
grabbed my camera and bolted toward the building. As I 
walked around to the side of the building, I found a 
balcony opposite a lit room. 

I scrambled up the side of the building and landed 
stealthily onto the floor of the deck. I breathed a sigh 
of relief when I noticed that the curtains over the 
patio doors were cracked open about 2 inches. I brought 
out a directional mike, pointed it toward the bed, and 
turned on the mini-recorder I had within my pocket. I 
sat down beside the glass doors with my camera propped 
on my knees, and proceeded to enjoy the scene.

Bernard was sitting naked on the bed, stroking his thin 
five-incher, as his beautiful girlfriend did a slow 
striptease in front of him. During her sensual dance she 
paid a lot of attention to her clit. She started by 
rubbing it with the palm of her hand through her 
panties. By the time she had stripped down to a pair of 
dark stockings, she'd had two orgasms by my count.

She had long red hair that flowed down and around her 
shoulders. Her skin was a milky white with striking red 
moles on her thigh and belly. She looked to be in her 
late teens or early twenties. She had some remaining 
baby fat that gave her tits and hips some extra 
curvature. Her aereolas were wide and pink and she kept 
her round nipples erect with one hand, as her other hand 
was busy on her clit. 

She had a round, soft face that was highlighted by 
emerald green eyes. She had to be as fine a young, white 
fuck that Bernard was apt to find anywhere; but, why he 
was messing around when he already had a drop-dead 
gorgeous wife was beyond me.

I'd took two photographs when Bernie grunted, "Ah shit, 
it happened again."

The girl opened her eyes from her dancing reverie and 
moved toward the bed.

"Oh my darling, did you come early, again?"

Bernard mumbled, "Yeah. Sheila, your dancing is just too 
erotic for me. I guess we should start right into the 
screwing for now on."

"Don't worry sweetie, I'll clean it up like I always do. 
You know how I love the taste of your cock cream!"

She proceeded to lick his dick along its length. She 
took a long time cleaning up Bern's premature ejaculate. 
She played with his stringy cum with her tongue and lips 
for at least five minutes. Her tongue was 
extraordinarily long and dexterous. I wouldn't have 
believed it if I hadn't seen it, but she could wrap it 
all of the way around Bern's pecker, which was a feat 
even given the relative small size of his prick. Finally 
she finished off the remaining drops of cum on her mouth 
with a slow languorous swirl of her tongue around her 
lips. She swallowed noisily and then gave Bern's cock a 
couple of tugs with her hand to bring him fully erect 
again.

"Jesus, Sheila, you are one talented little girl."

She reached her arms up around his neck and moved close 
to kiss him, "Thank you Bernie."

He held her away and retorted, "You know I hate that 
nickname, and you also know I don't kiss you after a 
blowjob."

She looked down and said, "I'm sorry."

"I feel like doing you doggie style tonight, so turn 
around."

She got onto the bed on all fours and stared back at him 
with those incredible green eyes. He commented, "Wow, 
your pussy is as wet as a fountain." He didn't seem to 
have too much trouble pushing his way into her vagina. 
Once he was all of the way in he released his breath and 
said, "God, your pussy feels great."

"Oh your big cock is such a great fit for my whorish 
cunt. Fuck me like the big, black daddy you are. Treat 
me like a dog."

Bernard grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her 
head back. "Shut up Sheila. You know I don't like that 
whore and dog and daddy language. If you're gonna talk, 
talk like a sweet girl. That's what turns me on most."

Although, Bernie boy was obviously pissed, it was clear 
by the look on Sheila's face that she enjoyed the rough 
tug on her hair. She immediately moved her hand beneath 
her belly to her clit as he resumed pumping her from 
behind. She made soft mewing sounds into her pillow as 
she brought herself to orgasm, again.

It took Bernard all of 5 minutes to reach orgasm, again. 
But this time he seemed to be satisfied with his 
stamina. His dick was limp within seconds of pulling out 
of her. He collapsed onto his back while she crawled 
into his embrace.

I almost forgot to take more photographs. Just prior to 
their somewhat mutual orgasms, I took a few shots of 
them. I was disappointed about not getting shots of her 
earlier tongue job, but reasoned that those wouldn't be 
the best ones to show Ms. Chantell McLemore, anyway. 
I've found that when confronting clients with evidence 
of their spouse's infidelity that it is best not to hit 
them over the head with the most graphic sex scenes.

Sheila's pale body looked very inviting. From my vantage 
point I could see her snatch was dripping all kinds of 
fluids. The two of them engaged in some meaningless 
drivel, and then he finally got dressed to leave. I fled 
back to my car. Bernard came out of the building and I 
followed him home. His bedroom light flashed on briefly 
and then went out.

***

My job for the night being done, I debated on whether to 
blow off Ms. McLemore and catch some rest. I could 
always report to her in the morning. But her image 
haunted my mind, and three hours didn't seem to be an 
inordinate amount of time to wait. I proceeded to one of 
my favorite bars for a few drinks before it closed. Hal, 
the bartender, often kept it open late, so I planned on 
wasting two of the hours chatting with him.

Hal was busy with some of the other customers when I 
walked in, so I asked the waitress for some darts and a 
pint of Guiness and headed for the dartboard. I had 
thrown a couple of rounds at the board when a familiar 
voice said, "You really know how to hit the bullseye."

I turned to look right into the sexiest pair of green 
eyes I had ever seen. I almost blurted out "Sheila!", 
but I luckily caught my wits and responded, "Hello."

A smile spread out between her long, thin, red lips to 
reveal two perfect rows of white teeth. The striking 
juxtaposition of green, red, and white within and around 
her face was dizzying for a moment. I collected myself 
as she said, "Well hello to you, too. I was sitting over 
in the booth and was amazed that you could hit the 
center three times in a row. The men I always end up 
with never have that kind of focus nor accuracy."

I cleared my throat and looked down for the first time, 
noticing that she had squeezed her body into a skin 
tight black dress that didn't quite make it over the 
tops of stockings. I made a nervous attempt at humor and 
responded, "Are you referring to darts or something 
else?"

She kept smiling at me and ignored my repartee. "Will 
you teach me to throw?"

As she said it she batted her eyelashes once. I tried to 
turn on my charm by replying, "I'd like to, but if the 
cops bust into the joint they're sure to arrest me for 
contributing to the delinquency of a minor, wouldn't 
they?"

She feigned a hurt look, extending her lower lip, "You 
don't believe I'm 21 years old?"

"I guess if Hal let you in, you must be of age. Come on. 
Step to the line and I'll show you some good technique." 
Her face visibly brightened at this comment as she took 
the darts and moved past me to face the board.

I was staring at her back and my eyes lingered a little 
too long on her peachy ass when she commented, "When can 
we begin?"

She caught me looking and I blushed as I said, 
"Immediately."

"How cute, you're blushing. It's nice to see an older 
man who can still be embarrassed."

I moved to her side and began showing her what a good 
arm and wrist movement toward the board is, but she 
moved in front of me, saying "Show me like this. It'll 
be easier to visualize if you're standing behind me." 
Without her 3-inch heels, I estimated her to be 5'5".

The added height caused her lovely butt to press right 
against my crotch as I tried to concentrate on holding 
her arm and showing her how to throw. She threw all 
three darts, went to the board to collect them, and then 
snuggled back against the growing bulge in my pants, 
again. As I was explaining how she should change her arm 
motion, she interrupted me saying, "You know, the 
humidity is amazing. No one can avoid sweating in this 
heat."

It dawned on me that I hadn't showered, nor changed 
clothes all evening. I must have smelled pretty ripe to 
her. She slowly turned around and looked at me with a 
sly smile, continuing, "Some women find sweat 
disgusting, but I love the smell of sweat from a well-
toned body."

"You're not really interested in learning about darts, 
are you?"

"Well, I am interested in knowing if you can sustain 
your focus and accuracy on something other than darts," 
she said as she raised one eyebrow.

"You know, I'm old enough to be your - er, uh, - older 
brother?"

She leaned her mouth close to my ear and whispered, 
"Well I'm old enough to fuck you real good, big 
brother."

My dick, entangled within my briefs, was rock hard after 
that comment. She seemed to sense my discomfort and 
sneaked a peak down to my crotch. I took the hint, took 
her hand, and walked out. As soon as we got out the door 
she spun me around, locked her arms around my neck, and 
pressed her mouth against mine. 

There was a moment where our lips explored one another 
before her tongue went into action. "Her tongue," I 
thought to myself. I had just seen that long sexy tongue 
perform some amazing acts a scant hour ago. Now it was 
driving me crazy exploring every crack and cavity within 
my mouth. I broke off the kiss abruptly and held her at 
arm's length. She was surprised and asked, "What's your 
name?"

I was even more surprised, but responded, "Frank! Frank 
Chase."

"My name is Sheila Conaghan. Do you want to follow me 
back to my place or do you want to do it here in the 
parking lot?"

I stood looking at her slack jawed, so she grabbed my 
hand and pulled me into her car. As soon as I was 
seated, she reached across and unzipped my pants. I 
helped her pull my pants down, and when she pulled my 
boner from my underwear the release from constriction 
was such a relief that all I could do was sigh.

At the same time, she gasped, "Finally, a big cock for a 
change. This will be a real challenge." She kissed my 
balls and stared up at me. "Frank, since you didn't 
answer my question I get to choose and my choice is to 
partially do you hear in the lot and then take you home 
and finish you off there. Do you have any objections?"

I wasn't sure whether my dumb look and lost voice was a 
turn-on or turn-off for her, but since I was having 
quite a bit of luck with it, so far, I merely replied, 
"uh uh!"

She smiled at me as she slid her long tongue up the 
length of my cock, stopping to flick the pre-ejaculate 
off of the end of it. "We're not going anywhere until 
this beautiful fat pecker erupts its cock cream into my 
mouth."

She took a big gulp of air and then took the entire 
length of my penis down her throat in one downward swoop 
of her head. Her mouth and throat seemed as hot as a 
nuclear meltdown. I leaned back and enjoyed the ride as 
she rotated her lips around the base of my dick. Her 
nose was buried within the curls of my pubic hair. She 
then changed her rhythm and snaked her amazing tongue 
between her lips, past the base of my dick, and licked 
my balls. 

I was just about ready to blow when I remembered her 
words about wanting to meet a man with focus and 
concentration. I bit down on my lower lip and pulled all 
my thoughts away from orgasm and just barely held it in. 
I was enjoying the best blowjob of my entire life when I 
realized that she had been deep throating my 8 incher 
for over a minute. I grabbed her hair and pulled her 
head off of my dick. She sat up and started coughing.

"My god, you could have choked to death."

She coughed once more and replied, "Naah, I can hold my 
breath for close to two minutes." She was looking at me 
with a new sparkle in her eye, and I recalled the look 
on her face when Bernard yanked on her hair. She clearly 
enjoyed a little rough play with sex.

I decided I'd had enough of doing the strong and silent 
act, and changed my tactics. "You are one nasty little 
whore. How much is this gonna cost me you dirty little 
bitch?"

I could tell she was getting excited by this new turn. 
"You'll owe me at least one mouthful of cum." She pushed 
her head down and started giving me her wonderful 
external tongue treatment as she squeezed my balls in 
one hand and jerked off the base of my dick with the 
other.

Noting that both of her hands were busy and knowing how 
much she enjoyed stimulation of her clit, I reached 
beneath her skirt and felt her bare pussy. "You filthy 
fuckin' whore! You're not wearing any panties!" This got 
her even more excited and she wiggled her pussy down on 
my hand until her lovely little clitoris was pinched 
between two of my fingers. I proceeded to work on her 
clit while inserting one of my fingers into her love 
tunnel. Her cunt was as wet as this hot, humid night. I 
kept at it, as she was beginning to bring me to the 
brink with her tongue and lips.

Just as I thought I couldn't hold back any longer, she 
pulled her head from my cock and sent out a blood 
curdling scream before I could clamp my other hand over 
her mouth. I was shaken somewhat before I removed my 
hand. Her breath was coming in gasps and I realized that 
this was simply her orgasmic reaction to my hand job. 

A couple of guys came running from the bar. I slid 
beneath her into the driver's side and pushed her to the 
opposite seat. She was still half-dazed and banged her 
head against the door. I grabbed her on both sides of 
her face and yelled, "Your scream has caused a lot of 
trouble. We gotta get out of here. Where are the keys 
you stupid cunt."

She found her purse and handed me her keys, saying, 
"Sheila."

As I gunned the engine to a start I replied, "What?"

She looked at me and said, "Sheila. You can call me 
Sheila. You don't have to call me a stupid cunt on the 
drive home."

I didn't know if she had flipped some sexual switch, but 
I proceeded cautiously with the dialogue thereafter. As 
I pulled out of the parking lot I asked, "Where do you 
live, Sheila?"

"At the Westchester Apartments. Do you know where they 
are?"

"Yeah, I think so," I replied, feigning my uncertainty.

She was quiet during the drive, but when we reached her 
apartment building she turned toward me with an innocent 
look in her eyes. "I'm sorry about the scene back there. 
Sometimes I get into new sexual situations and I lose 
it. I sorta meant to half scream, half moan, but I must 
have lost it with the sexual shocks going up and down my 
spine."

"Forget it doll. It happens to me every night."

Her face lit up and she asked, "Then you'll come inside 
with me?"

"Just try to stop me."

***

I glanced at my watch and noted that it was 2:30 am. I 
briefly considered the ethical question of doing my 
client's husband's girlfriend, but I dismissed it 
quickly while looking over her body once more.

She held my hand tightly as she led me to her apartment. 
Once in, I roughly threw her to the couch and started 
taking my pants off. Her eyes went wide while she 
whispered, "Don't diddle me. I don't want anything to 
distract me when I suck all of the cream out of that big 
ten incher."

I laughed. "I seriously doubt that this thing is ten 
inches, but you're doing wonders for my ego you little 
Sheila."

She smiled. She obviously had heard the affectionate 
play on her name before. She kept her hands behind her 
back as I walked forward and rubbed my prick across her 
face. Her eyes were closed as I did this and she 
occasionally flicked that tongue out as it passed by her 
mouth. I whispered, "Tell me how much you want it 
Sheila."

"I want it so bad that my cunt aches. Please let me suck 
it Mr. Chase. I promise that I'll treat it really nice. 
I'm so crazy for your cock, I'll do anything. You can 
even fuck my virgin asshole, just let me suck it till it 
spurts. Please, please, please!"

As she pleaded, tears started forming in her eyes, and I 
realized that she was probably some kind of sexual 
addict or nymphomaniac, or something. I placed the head 
of my dick against her lips and she opened her mouth to 
take in just the tip. She looked up at me, her tears 
refracting the green of her eyes. This scene just about 
caused me to blow my load right then and there. I bit 
down on my lip, again, as I watched a fat tear escape 
her eye and roll down her left cheek. She then looked 
down and concentrated on giving me one of the best 
blowjobs I'd ever received.

Her hands worked my balls and cockbase while her lips 
and tongue swirled up and down the length of my dick. 
Whenever she got to the tip of my cock, she pushed her 
mouth over the end until it tickled her tonsils. Then 
she would pull off, look me in the eye, and repeat the 
process. I lost count after ten cycles, and several 
minutes later I let myself go. She could feel me about 
to come and squeezed hard on the base of my pecker. This 
cut off the flow for a brief second while she slipped 
the tip of my cock into her mouth. 

She then clamped down hard on my balls with her other 
hand, and with a yelp of pain I squirted the first glob 
of semen out of my dick. I watched her swallow the first 
stream and pull her mouth off of my cock. The second 
blast erupted from the end of my dick and splatted 
against her mouth and nose. She flicked her tongue at 
the head, again, and without further coaxing I let out 
two more jets of cum that successively landed across her 
cheek and forehead as she pointed my cock upward. I sent 
a final blast deep into the folds of her lovely red 
hair.

I collapsed beside her onto the couch, and she proceeded 
to clean all of the cum from my cock and her face. Upon 
rising to look at me, I picked the last ribbon of jizz 
from her hair with my fingers which she licked clean, as 
well. She smiled shyly at me and hesitated. I realized 
she wasn't sure whether to kiss me, so I grabbed her 
about the waist and kissed her enthusiastically. 

She responded in kind and squirmed onto my lap forcing 
her panty-less crotch against my freshly cleaned cock 
which was starting to rise again. Her mouth tasted of my 
cum, but I didn't mind. The sensation of feeling her 
tongue within my mouth was too much to pass up.

Finally, we broke off the kiss and I stripped off her 
dress while she stripped off my shirt. I was suddenly 
very cognizant of my ripe smell, but she seemed so taken 
by it that she was licking the sweat from my chest and 
stomach.

She seemed to be a connoisseur of fucking. She liked the 
rough stuff, she liked the tender stuff, she liked nasty 
talk, she liked to play submissive. This was one sexy 
young girl. I carefully picked her up and carried her 
into the bedroom and laid her on her bed. Her eyes never 
left me as I lit the many candles surrounding the room. 
I got fully erect while staring back at her. I thought 
about what she'd said about her virgin asshole, and 
wondered how to go about it as I'd never had the 
opportunity to buttfuck a woman.

As I approached the bed, she reached for my cock. I 
grabbed her wrists and yanked them down hard. Her eyes 
went wide and they seemed to catch afire. She yelled, 
"Don't hurt me you big-cocked rapist."

Now it was my turn to be surprised, but I went through 
with my plan and pushed her back onto the bed while 
plunging my own head between her thighs. I attacked her 
clit with my tongue for several seconds before she went 
into convulsions. I stopped, but she eventually caught 
her breath and told me she would be alright. I continued 
licking her clit while working two of my fingers into 
her tight snatch. She let out an almost continuous 
stream of moans as I gave her my very best cunt sucking. 

I moved my tongue constantly up and down her slit, 
pausing to tease her labia with my teeth, and also 
pausing to kiss her puckered up little asshole. I worked 
a finger up her tight bunghole to loosen it up a little, 
as I continued to work her clit with my tongue. This 
sent her over the top and she half screamed, half moaned 
as she unleashed her orgasm. I greedily licked up 
everything leaking from her cunt, and a final shudder 
ran through her body. I started at it again when she 
yanked my hair and told me to stop.

"I can't take it twice in a row. I think I would die."

I took the cue and moved up her body, pausing to such on 
her pink nipples for the first time. Her breasts were 
roundly shaped and my attention seemed to affect her 
positively without sending her down some orgasmic train 
track. I continued upwardly and reached her pretty face. 
Dark half-circles were forming beneath her eyes. She 
looked exhausted, but she moved her lips to my ear and 
whispered, "Fuck my cunt, Frank. Fuck me with that huge 
cock of yours." 

Knowing she was plenty lubed I slipped my boner into her 
pussy. As wet as she was, I could feel a lot of internal 
and some external resistance as I pushed it up her 
vaginal tract.

She let out another gasp, complaining, "Oh my God! Your 
prick is so thick it's rubbing against my clit." I 
started pulling out, but she yelled, "Push it back in 
Frank! Make me cum again."

I started pumping her, slowly at first but then picking 
up speed. Her legs were clamped hard across my butt and 
I raised up on my arms to get a better view of her face 
and tits. Her eyes looked wild with terror as I 
increased the pace of my thrusts. A long moan stretched 
from her lips and I responded with a moan of my own. Her 
eyes took on a glazed look as she uncontrollably started 
beating my chest with her fists. The pace of my 
pistoning cock was grinding her clit so hard that it 
sent her into orgasm, once again. 

She closed her eyes and lost her voice, this time. She 
did go into spasms again which kind of scared me, so I 
stopped. Her convulsions eventually died down, and I 
shifted to her side while still hard within her pussy. 
She opened her eyes and tears started spilling down her 
cheeks. I didn't know what to do, so I caressed her and 
said in my most soothing voice, "It's alright sugar. 
Don't cry. It'll be alright." I started doubting whether 
she was the rough-tough nympho that I previously thought 
she was.

She started laughing through her tears which caused me 
to laugh in return. It was as if she was guessing my 
thoughts when she said, "It's okay. I'm still the hard-
bitten whore you met at the bar. I just have never 
orgasmed continuously like this before. Thank you Frank, 
you masterful fucker."

"You're welcome Sheila, you succulent little nympho."

That set her off some more, and we both laughed for a 
long time. Finally, she pulled herself off of my hard-on 
with one last groan. She rolled over onto all fours and 
said, "A deal's a deal. I said that the price for 
fucking me is a mouthful of jizm which you dutifully 
paid. You asked how bad I wanted your meat, and I 
offered you my last remaining virgin hole. Frank, I want 
you to screw that cuntbuster into my shithole. I always 
pay my debts."

"God, you're one filthy mouthed little pisser. You can 
bet I'll fuck that beautiful ass of yours. Should I be 
gentle or should I ram it in hard?"

This question caught her by surprise and she thought 
hard for a moment before whimpering, "Please be gentle. 
I've never had anything inserted up into there, except 
your finger just now, and I'm getting a little scared."

I shook my head thinking, "Man this bitch has some crazy 
moods. Hot and Cold. Dominant and Submissive." I moved 
between her rounded butt cheeks and started by kissing 
her puckered asshole. She tensed up, but after licking 
and spitting all around it she loosened up enough for me 
to insert my tongue part ways up her anal canal. I'd 
never gone this far up a woman's ass before but it 
didn't feel unnatural. 

The taste was plenty bitter, but knowing my cock would 
be following soon, I was very excited by it all. I 
worked one and then two fingers into her. She squirmed 
upon my hand and seemed to be getting particularly 
stimulated by it all. Once I felt she was adequately 
lubed, I got to my knees and pushed my pecker into her 
pussy once more to lube up my dick. This surprised her 
and she let out a sustained groan. I pulled it out and 
placed the head of my dick against her wet asshole.

"Are you sure you want my tool up your poopshoot little 
Sheila?"

This time it was my turn to be surprised as she pushed 
back onto my cock. Her rectum and my prick were such a 
tight fit that we both let out a gasp as the first three 
inches disappeared. I worked the tip of my cock back and 
forth in her anus until it was almost all of the way in. 
We were both grunting pretty loudly when she finally 
thrust her butt all of the way back against my stomach. 
The tightness of her asshole felt great on my cock and I 
knew I wouldn't last long as I started a consistent 
pumping action.

Sheila started yelling, "Ow, Ow, it hurts. Your cock is 
hurting me."

I abruptly stopped and asked, "Do you want me to pull 
out?"

She yelled, "Don't you dare you motherfucker! Keep 
pumping my shithole Frank!"

I resumed my pumping and muttered, "I've never fucked my 
mother."

She heard me and said, "That's surely her loss."

I slapped her ass in response, and she let out a little 
yelp. Eventually, her asshole loosened up to the point 
where I was able to pump fairly quickly in and out of 
her ass. I teased her by withdrawing all but the tip of 
my dick from her hole and then pushing it in to the hilt 
with a certain ferocity. This action seemed to change 
things for her.

"I had no idea how this would be. This is wonderful!"

She started moaning and screaming into a pillow as I 
continued to fuck her ass. I could feel her cunt walls 
starting to contract as she went into yet another 
powerful orgasm. This action caused her anus to 
contract, as well, and sent me over the brink. I yelled 
loudly as I released my sperm toward her colon. She felt 
my orgasm and lifted her head to yell, "Cum in my ass 
Frank. Cum and cum and cum and cum ... " She trailed off 
into a series of moans. My cock erupted for what seemed 
like an hour. The vise grip of her rectum seemed to 
stretch out my orgasm. She seemed almost unconscious 
after her fourth orgasm of the evening (with me, that 
is).

I was exhausted and collapsed onto her back. With the 
pumping stopped, her asshole contracted about my still 
hard cock. I was unsure whether I would get limp enough 
to pull it from her butt. She whispered, "I've never 
orgasmed without clit stimulation before. That was 
unbelievable."

I sang a little lullaby into her ear which seemed to 
change her mood, yet again. She squirmed off of my cock 
and into my arms as if she was an infant. When I 
finished the song she asked me to sing it again. I 
obliged and rocked her fast asleep within my arms. I 
absently traced a circle around her red thigh mole.

I can't fall asleep immediately after sex. Although I 
get quite tired, the post-coital period is always a 
supercharged kind of exhaustion. For me, it's like 
trying to go to sleep on a wired caffeine buzz. I let 
Sheila sleep as my mind started to wander. Suddenly I 
realized that I had promised to report to my client. 
What was her name? I couldn't believe that I forgot her 
name!


THE CLIENT

I slipped from Sheila's embrace and tucked her into the 
blankets. I grabbed my watch and it showed 3:30 a.m. It 
would take me at least ten minutes to run to my car at 
the bar and another fifteen to drive to my office. I 
hurriedly dressed, but dropped my belt loudly onto the 
floor in the process. Sheila woke up and dreamily called 
for me. I was really torn and almost left, but I went 
back into the bedroom and sat down beside her.

"Where are you running off to?"

"I gotta go. I promised someone that I would meet them 
early this morning."

"So I don't get to cook you breakfast or squeeze some 
morning juice from your pecker?"

I shook my head and kissed her on her lips. She grabbed 
me by my shirt after the kiss and asked, "Can you come 
back after your meeting?"

My head was swimming. I said, "Maybe..."

To which she replied, "Good! Take my apartment key and 
let yourself back in.

If I'm still sleeping I want you to wake me up by 
licking my pussy real good."

I looked surprised in response, and she asked, "Do you 
promise?"

The mental picture of waking her up by eating her out 
was too vivid for me. I muttered, "Okay".

She collapsed back onto the bed with a dreamy smile and 
was fast asleep before I left the apartment.

***

As I ran from the apartment, I settled into a jog toward 
the bar. The temperature was finally beginning to cool 
and a breeze was starting to flow inland off of the bay. 
After some concentration I recalled that the name of my 
client was Chantell McLemore. My mind slowly started 
filling in the details of her persona which was quite 
substantial. Ms. McLemore seemed almost the opposite of 
the cute Sheila he had just fucked. She had dark looks. 
She was a serious professional. She was intelligent and 
rich. And perhaps the most important difference: she was 
older and wiser. This was not a woman to underestimate.

I reached my car and continued my thought processes on 
the way to the office.

I had definitely put myself in a precarious position in 
regards to my client. By screwing Sheila I had 
interfered with the affairs of Chantell, instead of 
being an objective observer of these events, as 
professionally required. So I had two options. One, I 
could admit to her that I got involved and refer her to 
some other dick; or two, I could attempt to conceal my 
involvement and hope that she doesn't find out. 
Considering my dwindling bank account, option one didn't 
look too attractive right now.

It was 4:00 a.m. sharp when I pulled into the back 
parking lot. I reasoned that if her shift was over at 4 
that she wouldn't be by for at least another ten 
minutes. I raced upstairs and turned on the light. After 
another five minutes of thinking I came to the 
conclusion that she was too classy to rely on a 
faithless shit like me as her detective. I'd give her my 
full report, square the account with her, and tell her 
of my accidental involvement with Sheila. Who knows, 
maybe she'll take pity on me and keep me on the case, in 
spite of it all.

The knock on the door came five minutes earlier than I 
expected. I went to the door and opened it. Chantell had 
her suit jacket draped across her arm and the top two 
buttons of her blouse were undone. She looked like she'd 
had a tough night at work.

"Come in Ms. McLem- err, I mean Chantell."

A smile broke out upon her face as she extended her 
hand, "Pleased to see you again Frank."

"Would you care to sit on the couch rather than at the 
desk?"

"I'd love to as long as you don't mind if I remove these 
pumps. My feet are killing me. I was on my feet all 
evening as our computer connection to Hong Kong went 
down and I was forced to use our discount international 
telephones across the hall in order to do our business 
there."

"I don't mind at all," and as I said it she reached out 
and put one hand on my shoulder as she bent one leg and 
slipped her shoe off one foot. She then put her other 
hand on my other shoulder to release her other shoe. 
When she was done she was directly facing me and I could 
judge that she was still a statuesque 5'8" standing 
flat-footed. She didn't use any perfume that I was aware 
of, but she obviously used some type of soap or lotion 
that had a very natural smell.

As I looked down at her face she smiled and said, "Thank 
you."

She took a seat on one end of the couch and stretched 
out her long curvaceous legs. I took a seat at the 
opposite end, and she bent her knees slightly so that 
her white-stockinged feet wouldn't be touching my thigh. 
Her casual appearance upon the couch had an even more 
pronounced allure for me. I mentally concentrated and 
started into my report. In addition to her appearance, 
her air seemed very casual as well. Here I was reporting 
on the basic facts of her husband's infidelity and she 
seemed quite unconcerned by it all. 

I couldn't help but notice that she seemed to be 
consciously breathing hard. The rise and fall of her 
chest extending outwardly from her blouse was putting a 
lot of strain on my peripheral vision. As I was 
finishing my report, she subtly moved her feet against 
my thigh, and would occasionally wiggle her toes. This 
was becoming a real turn-on for me which as a 
consequence was a problem considering the restriction of 
the growing pecker within my briefs.

"...and that's pretty well the extent of what happened 
with your husband, tonight, Channie."

At the sound of her nickname she looked up and smiled 
again. "I have the photographs on film, and can have it 
developed by a photographer friend of mine in 
confidence. I can have both the photos and my written 
report to you by the end of the week, but you may want 
some further surveillance before going to the divorce 
lawyers with all of this."

She tucked her left leg up under her and started 
massaging her stocking clad foot. At length she replied, 
"Yes, I think you're right Frank. I think we will need 
further spying on Bern."

"Excuse me for interrupting here, but would you like me 
to massage your feet, Chan?"

"Oh God! I was hoping you'd catch the signal, Frank. But 
only if it's not a bother. It won't gross you out or 
anything will it?"

"No, not at all. I've always enjoyed giving and 
receiving foot massages. I've been sitting around in a 
car all night so I surely don't need one myself, but I'm 
always at service of a friend in need." I slipped off my 
own boots and turned to face her on the couch. She 
slipped her sexy right foot into my hands while 
stretching the left leg out until her left foot was 
extended between my legs. I really couldn't believe this 
was happening, but I kept my composure and started 
rubbing the soft curves of her foot and toes.

She started in again on her instructions, saying, "I 
think we need Bernard followed during the daytime. He 
might have another mistress. Who knows?" She tilted her 
head back and moaned, "God, that feels good! You're not 
a professional are you?"

I was kneading the muscles in her foot quite forcefully 
by now and she seemed to be enjoying it even more. "No, 
not me, but like I said I have enjoyed foot massaging in 
the past, so I do have some experience with it." As I 
said this I dropped her right foot and started massaging 
her left. She deftly placed her right foot directly 
against my crotch and it took a maximum of composure to 
keep my cool, now. Luckily, my formal report was over.

"Well, anyway, I think you've done a very good job so 
far ... on the Bernard watch, that is. Oh, on the feet, 
as well." She grinned on this last statement showing her 
bright, white teeth. A small gap existed between her 
front teeth and this slight imperfection enhanced her 
attractiveness. "So, what's the damage. What do I owe 
you."

"Expenses came to 27 dollars and my time, including this 
report, comes to 300."

"That seems fair." And as she said this, she bent down 
to retrieve her purse from the floor, but while doing 
this she was wiggling her toes at my crotch. It seemed 
impossible that I could contain myself while feeling and 
looking at these two sexy feet. All I wanted to do was 
grab one and start kissing it all over. I wasn't paying 
attention to the rest of her, and a few silent moments 
later I found her rubbing the flat of her right foot 
directly against the bulge in my pants. I looked up 
quickly.

"Hmmmm. It seems we have a little foot fetish on our 
hands here, doesn't it?"

I dropped her left foot, ignoring the play on words, and 
stammered, "I-uh-I apologize Ms. McLemore. You're right. 
I do have a fetish problem. I never should have offered 
to massage your feet." But her right foot never stopped 
massaging my crotch while her left foot was now moving 
up and down my thigh.

"Did I refer to your fetish as a problem? I don't think 
so," she said with her eyes held wide open and her 
elegant eyebrows arched. It was a smoldering look that 
burned me to the quick. I grabbed her left foot and 
immediately started showering it with kisses. The mixed 
scent of shoe leather and sweat was a powerful 
aphrodisiac for me. As I kissed and licked the lovely 
curve of her heel, she wiggled her toes before my eyes. 

I kissed my way across her arch to the ball of her foot 
and took the time to kiss each of her toes. She had 
scooted forward to gain a better advantage on my crotch, 
moving her right foot back and forth over the material 
covering my cock and balls. I held her leg by her calf 
and softly kneaded her calf muscle while kissing her 
toes. This elicited another moan from her, and as she 
tilted her head back, I had my first shot of the tops of 
her stockings, garter belt, and lacy little panties.

She caught me looking when she said, "No Frank, I really 
believe there is no problem here." Then she winked at 
me. "But, I really want to return this wonderful favor 
on my feet. Here let me relieve some pressure here." She 
reached and undid my belt and fly. She then pulled down 
my pants and underwear and released a blast of air 
through the gap in her teeth that sounded like a 
whistle.

"Oh my, Mr. Chase! You are a big man." I thought she was 
going to proceed to blow me, but much to my delight she 
sat back again and gave me an unrestricted footjob. This 
time she was able to slide her sexy foot back and forth 
across the entire length of my throbbing boner pausing 
to tickle my balls with her toes. I resumed my kissing 
of her other foot keeping one hand moving up and down 
her entire leg, as far as I could reach. My hand 
caressed her leg from her ankle, across her knee, and 
down her thigh to her stocking tops. Eventually, I got 
bold and released the catches between her stocking and 
garter belt.

"You know Frank, that a black woman's foot is two-toned 
in color. Many men think the whiter looking sole is 
ugly. If you were to remove my stocking, you might not 
be so turned on by my feet." I took this as a clear 
invitation to do just that. I scooted forward and 
reached down between her legs. 

I let my fingers stray across her panties for a moment, 
and they felt quite wet with sweat and pussy juice. I 
only hoped that I would get to ingest such sweet elixir 
before the night was over. I reached for the top band of 
her stocking top and began to roll it downwardly upon 
her leg. I tore my gaze temporarily away from her leg to 
look at her face. She was staring intently at me and 
gave me a look that was so patently lustful that I had 
to swallow hard due to the dryness of my throat.

I looked back down at her leg and found she had balanced 
her left foot upon my shoulder and was tracing the line 
of my jaw with her toes. I proceeded to roll the 
stocking down the length of her thigh and over her knee. 
As I did so, my fingers trailed along the dark, smooth 
and unblemished skin of her leg. I pulled the sheer 
white stocking across her calf and ankle while lifting 
her foot from my shoulder. With her foot poised in front 
of my face, I pulled the remainder of the stocking over 
the heel of her foot, across her arch and let it drop 
from her toes. 

The dark soft skin at the top of her foot was at 
distinct odds with the tougher and lighter skin on the 
bottom of her foot. The ying and yang quality of her 
foot drove me to kiss her foot all over, again. After 
showering it with kisses, I went back and started 
licking every square inch of her left foot. She was 
really enjoying the attention and kept her jet black 
eyes locked upon my face. I'm not sure if she caught it 
but I finally blushed over all of these events.

Finally, I reached her toes and drew each of these two-
toned wonders into my mouth individually. I sucked on 
each one while swirling my tongue around these lovely 
little digits. Upon putting each one in my mouth she 
gave out a little pleasure yelp. Meanwhile, I was 
getting hornier by the minute. My cock was totally 
engorged with blood. I looked up at her as I was sucking 
her last little toe. 

She was now concentrating on bringing my erect penis to 
the brink. The sight of her working to bring me to 
orgasm was too much to handle. I knew I only had moments 
left, so I stuffed all of her toes into my mouth, as far 
as they would go. She looked up into my eyes, and I lost 
it. I could feel the surge from my balls, so I bit down 
slightly on her foot and her eyes went wide as she let 
out a sustained groan.

To prevent gagging, I pulled her foot from my mouth and 
placed it against my face. My orgasm was powerful, and I 
sprayed the first couple of jets up over my own chest. I 
couldn't recall when my shirt buttons had been undone. 
The remaining jizz sprayed out lavishly across her 
stocking clad right foot. 

In an instinctive response, I dropped her left foot and 
our bodies moved closer to one another. Our mouths met 
in a hard kiss, and I was practically bowled over by how 
sweet her tongue and lips tasted. I kept thinking of how 
much I'd wanted to kiss this mouth from the moment I met 
her. It was a long languorous kiss that included much 
movement of both of our lips and tongues.

When we broke from the kiss, she cautioned, "Be careful, 
I don't want to lose any of your seed." As I looked at 
her quizzically, she slyly smiled as she rolled the 
stocking off of her right leg careful not to let any of 
my jizz drop off the end as she removed it from her 
foot. With her eyes locked on mine she started licking 
the cum off of her stocking. I'd never seen such a sight 
and just stared at her in dumb amazement. When she 
finished, she moved to my chest and licked and swallowed 
the trail of cum leading down to my cock. She used her 
tongue to good effect upon my cock to ensure that she 
got every last drop.

She laid her head across my thighs and gazed up into my 
eyes. I was still speechless when she said matter-of-
factly, "I knew I smelled something fishy on you, but 
after getting a good whiff of your cock and licking it 
clean I know you've had another woman tonight."

Needless to say I still couldn't bring my vocal chords 
to work. But I'm sure she saw the new shock upon my face 
as she went on, "She smelled and tasted like a pretty 
rank whore, Frank. I thought the pungent odor was bad, 
but the bitter taste was almost overpowering." The blood 
drained from my face as it dawned upon me that the last 
place my pecker was before entering Chantell's mouth was 
up Sheila's asshole.

Chantell sat up and said, "Frank, you're white as a 
ghost! Please, you haven't offended me in the least. In 
fact, quite the opposite. These smells and tastes are an 
aphrodisiac for me. I don't know if you noticed, but I 
had an orgasm during all of this. My sense of smell is 
so acute that I can bring myself off without any manual 
stimulation, whatsoever! I didn't want to insinuate that 
you sleep around with whores, I'm just saying that 
whoever it was you obviously got down to some pretty 
ripe action. 

"I'm quite flattered that you didn't wash up afterwards. 
It clearly means that you had no intention of making me. 
Since I stopped fucking my husband, five years ago, I've 
never accepted sex from any man unless it's totally 
spontaneous. If I catch a whiff (excuse the pun) that 
the guy expects sex, I won't give him the time of day. 
Unfortunately, it means I've done without sex almost 
entirely. Well, I guess there were a couple of times in 
there." She smiled.

I recovered and said, "What a waste," and she was 
positively beaming at me for the offhanded compliment. 
It was then, that I realized that on top of everything 
else, I'd spent all night sweating on surveillance, 
sweating during sex, and sweating here in my office. It 
truly sunk home that this woman enjoyed ripe smells 
because I had to truly stink from sweat.

"Well even if you like this sort of thing, I must be 
allowed to apologize for not washing up. I was raised to 
have better manners than this."

"Apology accepted. And if you really want to make it up 
to me you'll tell me all about your other sexual 
adventure tonight."

At this point I realized that the whole idea of coming 
forth with the truth about Sheila was not going to work. 
I already deserved a painful death from Chantell for 
allowing her to lick up the smells and tastes of her 
husband's mistress. I was surely not going to cause her 
pain by letting her know the truth. I quickly started to 
skate around the truth, and told her that my former 
lover of the evening was a common girlfriend of mine.

"Oh really? You don't give out that having-a-girlfriend 
vibe."

"Well, she's not really a girlfriend, she's more of a 
fuckfriend ... err, excuse the vulgarity."

Chantell bent forward and lightly kissed my lips, 
saying, "Don't sweat that sweetie. You'll find that I 
can swear with the best of sailors, so as long as you 
don't get offended, I won't get offended." She paused 
before going on. "So, your fuckfriend, does she walk 
both sides of the street? Is she bi?"

This caught me off guard. I wasn't sure where she was 
going with this, but I had a feeling I wasn't going to 
like where it ended up. "Well, I really don't know. I 
don't think so, but I suppose she could be."

"When are you going to see her again? Did you promise 
her you'd meet her after giving me this report?"

Now my mind was reeling. I decided to give the truth a 
very short leash since she probably saw the surprise in 
my face. "Why yes, how did you guess?"

"Intuition. Can I come along?"

Son-of-a-bitch! Now I'm dug into a hole as deep as it 
goes. "I really don't think that would be a good idea."

"Why not? I can't imagine that you'd settle for anything 
short of a progressive lover. I'm sure she'd have no 
problem if I watched."

When I get backed into a corner, I sometimes get 
creative, so this was a time to change tactics. "Are you 
bisexual Chantell?"

"I've often wondered about it, but I've never actually 
been with a woman before. It's funny, now that you 
mention it I can recall my Aunt Tessa giving me 
lingering kisses on the lips. I never thought much about 
it until I got older and then I thought of it as kinda 
fun."

This was good. Get her distracted by reminiscing and 
somehow I'll find a way out of this. "Well kissing is 
one thing, but I'm sure the decision for lesbian sex 
would be a pretty big step to take."

"Oh, I don't know about that." She paused and then said, 
"I know! We'll go to your fuckfriend's house and we'll 
ask her if she'd like to have sex with me for the first 
time. If she doesn't want to, I promise I'll leave. If 
she does, and I get squeamish, I'll also leave. But if 
she does and I go through with it, you get to watch 
Frank! It's perfect! I know it's every man's dream to 
watch two women make love. Why do all of the porno films 
have lesbo scenes, otherwise?"

She had me. I was dead, but I tried one last feint. "I'm 
sure she probably wouldn't go for any of this."

"Oh come on! You just told me that you don't know if 
she's bi, or not. What would it hurt to ask her? I 
promise that I'll ask her very nicely so that she won't 
think any less of you."

My final gambit was likely to produce the opposite 
effect than I intended, but I had to let her know about 
it anyhow. "She's sleeping and I had to promise that I'd 
wake her up by cunnilingus."

"That's perfect. I'll wake her up that way. If she wakes 
up and is horrified, I'll apologize profusely. If I 
don't feel I can go through with it, I'll leave you in 
peace."

I recalled before that I had a tough time saying "no" to 
this black magic woman, and things hadn't improved for 
me in this regard. I finally shrugged my shoulders and 
said "okay."

She responded by flinging herself into my arms and 
kissing me for a few minutes. It was the first time that 
I had felt her ample chest press against mine, and I had 
to admit that as miserable as I felt that this kiss was 
especially pleasurable.

***

On the drive over to Sheila's apartment, I tried to 
backpedal as best as I could to perhaps make it through 
the night. I told Chantell that my fuckfriend and I had 
a very confidential relationship and that we didn't want 
others to know about it, so we never give out one 
another's names, and so she shouldn't expect any 
introduction. She seemed to accept this. 

Luckily, Chantell wouldn't see Sheila's & Bernard's 
pictures for about a week, so it would buy me time 
before Chantell finds out who Sheila really is. Sheila's 
voice was pretty muffled and non-distinct on the tape I 
played for Chantell, so I doubt that she would recognize 
it, in person. We arrived at Sheila's apartment at the 
very break of dawn. Chantell stopped me prior to getting 
out, because she had obviously been thinking about 
something on the drive over.

"Tell me the truth here, Frank. Did you buttfuck her 
before coming over to give me the report?" I groaned in 
response, and that told her all she needed to know. "I 
knew it! I knew there was something more rank on your 
penis than simple pussy juice." She was beaming when she 
continued, "Maybe I should be the detective here."

She declared, "Well if we go through with this and she's 
game, I'm gonna ask her to lick out my asshole in 
return. We'll see how she likes it." I groaned again, as 
she continued, "As a matter of fact, I think you should 
be the one to lick our assholes."

I did not have a happy look on my face when I replied, 
"I've already performed analingus on her and I'd be more 
than happy to perform it on you."

She got out of the car and declared, "Really. I've never 
had it performed on me. This should be some fun!"

***

I let myself into Sheila's apartment with Chantell close 
behind. I looked through Sheila's open bedroom door to 
find her fast asleep in bed. She was lying atop the 
covers so this cunnilingus wake-up call was obviously 
going to work.

Chantell whispered behind me, "She's naked!"

"Yeah, I noticed."

"Well I better get undressed, as well."

As she stripped off her clothes I got my first full look 
at her form, and once again, I was blown away by the 
beauty of this woman. Her breasts were perched high upon 
her chest and were very full. There was no sag to them 
which seemed to enhance their fullness. Her areolas were 
as broad as a coffee cup, and as brown as a dark coffee 
bean. Her nipples stood out like the end of a pool cue. 
The perfection of these tits made me dizzy, but her body 
didn't stop there. Her waist was very narrow, but flared 
dramatically into wide, full hips. 

The crack of her ass was very pronounced and extended 
vertically at least 10 inches above the bottom of her 
pussy. She kept her bush well trimmed, and the pussy 
looked like a ten course meal. Her large pussy lips 
stretched out like butterfly wings and didn't quite hide 
the pink entrance to her vagina. Her clitoris was poised 
like a sentinel above it all. Finally, her long 
beautifully curved legs suspended the entire package 
well above the floor of the room.

"Well how do I look?"

I took her into my arms and whispered, "You're a 
goddess." She beamed and proceeded to give me a long, 
slow wet kiss. Meanwhile my hands never stopped 
caressing the length of her body. As we broke apart, I 
whispered into her ear, "If you two do get along, you're 
in for a special treat. She has the most incredible 
tongue I've ever come across."

Chantell arched her eyebrows and replied, "Oh really?" 
Obviously she got the double entendre.


THE MISTRESS

Light was faintly starting to shine within the room, but 
there was enough to clearly see what was going on in the 
bedroom. I stood to one side peering in as Chantell 
approached Sheila's sleeping form. In spite of the 
obvious trouble all of this was likely to cause me, I 
was getting very turned on by where it was heading, 
sexually.

Sheila was lying on her stomach with her legs spread 
well apart. Chantell leaned over the end of the bed and 
I could see her pussyworks very well from my position as 
she slowly started to caress Sheila's thighs and ass 
cheeks. Chan took one more look back at me, and then 
took the plunge. There was never any doubt in my mind 
that she would go through with it. Channie's chin rested 
on the surface of the bed as she flicked her tongue at 
Sheila's pussy. Sheila immediately moaned in response. 
Chan started licking up and down her slit, but stopped 
short of her asshole, for now. Sheila was still half 
asleep, but she was beginning to get very aroused. 

She deftly turned over onto her back while still keeping 
her eyes closed. This allowed Chan much greater access 
to Sheila's cunt, and she proceeded to drive her finger 
into her slit while gently biting and sucking her labia. 
Sheila moaned and voiced the words, "Oh that feels so 
good. Don't stop!"

I knew the dam was about to break, because Chan had 
obviously not attacked Sheila's clitoris, yet. Seconds 
after this thought, Sheila cried out and her eyes flew 
wide open. Channie didn't miss a beat and laved her 
tongue across Sheila's clit. Sheila propped herself on 
her arms and stared incredulously down at the top of 
Chan's head.

"Who the hell are you?"

At this point I had to step in if I were to prevent any 
disastrous introductions.

"Hi sweetie, it's me. This is a new friend of mine who 
was interested in my relationship with you, but I told 
her that we both have reasons for keeping our affair 
confidential, so I didn't tell her your name. She thinks 
that's a good idea, so we're going to skip all of the 
introductions here, okay?"

Sheila, still looking puzzled, replied, "Okay. But I 
thought YOU were going to give my pussy that wakeup 
call?"

"I was, but my friend thought it would be clever if she 
did it, instead."

Channie had moved up to sit beside us on the bed. Sheila 
looked at her and said, "Thank you, that felt great."

Channie replied, "It was my pleasure. Tell me little 
red, are you bisexual?"

Sheila blushed and stammered, "No, but I do get certain 
dirty thoughts when I see a beautiful woman." Her voice 
trailed off as she looked away from Chan's black gaze. I 
thought to myself, "Who could blame her?"

Channie smiled and lifted Sheila's chin until they were 
looking at one another eye-to-eye. "Listen sweetie, I 
don't want to do anything you're not comfortable with 
because this is my first time with a woman, as well." 
She tossed her head in my direction and continued, "This 
dirty dog's description of you didn't do you justice. 
You are so beautiful that my loins are aching at this 
moment."

Sheila's bright smile lit up her face, and she 
responded, "Really? Do you really think so?" Channie 
nodded in reply and Sheila continued, "Wow, because you 
must be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen!"

Chan pulled Sheila into her embrace and the two women 
kissed passionately for a couple of minutes. Channie 
finally broke it off to catch her breath, and shot a 
look over at me. "You ain't kidding about this little 
honey's tongue."

Sheila smiled and said, "You ain't felt nothin' yet. 
Wait till I get my tongue inside your cunt, little 
blackie!"

Chan's eyes flew open wide at the name and started 
laughing. She looked at me and declared, "This little 
piece is quite a gem. Now get the fuck off the bed and 
leave us in peace. If you want to watch us and beat that 
fuckrod do it over there on the chair."

Sheila was obviously into this game. She replied to me, 
"Yeah, keep that cuntbuster to yourself."

I took a lame parting shot and yelled, "Well you two 
haven't heard the last from me." Then I settled into the 
chair to watch the show.

***

Sheila immediately grabbed Channie and kissed her again. 
Chan responded and pressed her dark body into Sheila's 
white skin. Chan's tits were only slightly bigger than 
Sheila's, so they matched up well when pressed against 
one another. Both women were getting stimulated by the 
hardened nipples of the other's tits digging into their 
own soft titflesh.

Again, Chan broke off the kiss, took a breath, and 
exclaimed, "Oh yeah, before I forget! I sucked off the 
dirty dog's dick earlier and he told me, afterward, that 
he'd just finished fucking your ass. Is that true?"

"Yes, he did. It was wonderful."

"Well since I tasted your ass by sucking his cock, I was 
wondering if you wanted a taste of mine?"

Sheila's eyes flew open wide, and she paused for a 
moment before lying down on her back. With a dark glint 
in her eye she said, "Sit that stinkhole down on my face 
you black bitch. I'll have a taste of that."

It was the first time that I'd seen Chantell speechless. 
I laughed aloud. I really gave her no warning on how 
foul-mouthed Sheila could be. Channie wasn't stunned for 
long, though. She placed her knees on either side of 
Sheila's shoulders and lowered her dark ass down on 
Sheila's face. Channie immediately began playing with 
Sheila's round tits. By the look on Chan's face I could 
tell Sheila started out kissing her puckered asshole. 
But with time, another surprised look came over her face 
as I knew Sheila's tongue was penetrating her anus.

Chantell leaned back and let out a low guttural moan. 
Within seconds Channie's cunt juice was flowing over 
Sheila's chin and down her neck. "Oh you lovely little 
redheaded tramp. Your tongue feels divine. Don't stop 
you little cunt or I'll spank that fat white ass of 
yours."

Sheila did stop and pulled herself out from beneath 
Chantell to face her. "What did you say? You're gonna 
spank my ass? And you think my ass is fat compared to 
your big caboose? I've licked your dirty poopshoot long 
enough, but I'm not done with you." She pushed Channie 
onto her back. "I tasted some of that sweet cunt cream 
of yours and I ain't stoppin' till I get my fill." With 
that Sheila plunged her face between Chantell's dark 
legs.

By now, I was getting very turned on by all of the talk 
and action. I don't know how many erections I'd had 
already, but it was hard once more. I pulled it out of 
my pants and started stroking it to the rhythm of the 
slurps upon Chan's pussy. I could only catch glimpses of 
Sheila's tongue, but it was obviously working overtime. 
Channie started moaning and she never stopped. Her 
orgasms were quite different from Sheila's. Where Sheila 
tended to have a short, intense release, Channie seemed 
to stay in an orgasmic state for minutes on end.

The two of them went on for 20 minutes before Chantell 
broke it off, saying, "Hold on sweetie. I can't take any 
more of that tongue. You proved your point. I'm 
exhausted!"

Sheila surfaced from between Chan's legs and started 
cleaning the excess juice from her face. She paused 
before asking, "Were you faking all of that moaning? I 
couldn't tell when you were actually achieving orgasm?"

Chantell pulled her down on top of her and kissed her 
long and hard. When she broke it off, Chan replied, "I 
don't fake lil' red. I just like to take my time, 
stretch 'em out for long periods. I remained in orgasm 
for almost an hour, once. But with your tongue, the 
orgasm was too intense. I couldn't maintain it any 
longer without going over an edge."

Sheila smiled and replied, "Now do I get that spanking 
you promised?"

Chantell replied, "Do you really want a spanking?"

I leaned forward in my chair because this sounded 
interesting.

Gears were obviously shifting in Sheila's mind when she 
replied, "No please don't spank me. I cry when I get 
spanked. Especially hard slaps on my ass. I know I've 
been a naughty, nasty-mouthed little whore and deserve a 
spanking, but please have pity on me."

Chan looked stunned, at first, but picked up on the game 
pretty quickly. "Of course I'm gonna spank you, you 
dirty little bitch! You said I had a big caboose. Did 
you really think you were going to get away with that?"

If I didn't know better, I'd say that there was genuine 
fear in Sheila's eyes. "No, no, I didn't mean it. You 
have the most beautiful ass in the whole world. I should 
know, I just tasted it. Your asshole tastes so great. 
Please don't spank me for my comments. But whatever you 
do, don't ram one of those dildos in my dresser up my 
cunt while spanking me. That would hurt even more. I 
never want to feel such pain ever again."

I laughed at this, but Chantell shot a hard look at me 
as she retrieved, not one, but two dildos from Sheila's 
dresser. Sheila's eyes shot wide open, and I'm not sure 
whether all of the fear was feigned, as Chantell 
replied, "I'm not only going to shove one dildo up your 
cunt, but since you seem to enjoy things shoved up your 
ass, I'm gonna shove this second one up your dirthole. 
Then, we're going to see how much you enjoy the spanking 
I'm gonna deliver to your lily white ass cheeks."

I interjected, "Careful Channie, she's only been 
buttfucked one-"

To which, she eloquently interrupted, "Shut up 
Pudwhacker!"

Chantell grabbed Sheila by the hair, jerking her onto 
all fours. Sheila moaned in delight. Channie started in 
on her cunt with her tongue. "My, my look who's wet 
already?"

Sheila seemed to be trying to imitate Chan's orgasms by 
keeping a continuous moan going, but every time her clit 
was touched she let out a little yelp. Chantell, worked 
the first dildo into her cunt while kissing and licking 
Sheila's asshole. Once her asshole was good and wet, 
Chan pulled the lubed dildo from the cunt and slowly 
pushed it up her asshole. Sheila kept her moans going, 
but I could see she was shaking slightly from the 
experience. Once the first dildo was all of the way in, 
Channie had no trouble pushing the second one into 
Sheila's sopping wet pussy.

With two dildos pushed up Sheila's two holes, Chantell 
started slapping Sheila's beautiful, round derriere. 
With each slap, Sheila cried out. Her pain seemed real, 
but the look on her face was a mixture of lust and fear. 
By the tenth slap her cries had turned to ecstasy, even 
though tears continued to roll down her face.

"So you think that feels good little bitch?" Chantell 
grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked her head back as 
she slapped one of Sheila's sweet cheeks as hard as she 
could. Knowing that this type of rough treatment had 
previously turned her on, I was unsurprised when she 
cried out and turned her head to give Chan a look of 
pure lust. Chantell rubbed her hands over the red spots 
on Sheila's ass cheeks caused by the spanking. She bent 
down and covered the surface of her ass with gentle 
licks and kisses while reaching around and rubbing her 
sensitive clit. This action elicited a series of long 
moans from Sheila. 

Chantell, seeing her advantage in this situation gave 
the lovely redhead several more light slaps on the butt 
while pinching her clit. This was too much for Sheila 
and her moans turned into a full blown scream for 2 
seconds before she buried her face in a pillow. As 
Sheila continued her muffled screaming, Chantell kept up 
her light spanking which caused Sheila's cunt to start 
gushing pussy nectar out from the sides of the dildo.

Chantell quit her spanking and positioned herself 
beneath Sheila's snatch to catch the juice dripping off 
of the dildo. Eventually Sheila's screams turned to 
shaking sobs, and Chan on cue removed the dildo from her 
pussy to cause the remaining cunt juice to flow all over 
her face. She pulled Sheila's slit down on her face, 
licking her clean, while simultaneously withdrawing the 
other dildo from her asshole. 

Sheila was still sobbing, so Channie moved up and pulled 
her into her arms. Sheila went into her infant act, once 
again, and nuzzled her face into Chan's magnificent 
boobs. Chan held Sheila's shaking body tightly against 
her own while making soothing purr sounds in her ear. 
Within Chantell's face I could read concern, relief, and 
a certain sense of wonderment over what just happened.

I could hear Chantell whisper, "Don't worry little 
sweetie. Momma's here." In response, Sheila squirmed a 
little in her embrace and began to suckle on one of 
Chantell's large nipples. Soon, her sobbing and shaking 
stopped, and she seemed to be falling asleep again.

At one point during these scenes I almost jerked myself 
to orgasm, but as the events transpired I'd forgotten 
all about my hard-on and sat as a dumbfounded spectator 
taking in an incredibly sexy act between two gorgeous 
women. I moved to the bed to caress the skin of both of 
these beauties, and this action sent Sheila into 
slumberland. Channie slowly extracted herself from the 
embrace, and followed me out to the living room.

***

I sat down on the couch, and Channie straddled my lap 
and gave me a long, wet kiss. I caressed her back and 
ass while she pushed her billowy chest against my own. 
When she finally broke off from the kiss she looked at 
me with one of her dazzling smiles. She said, "Thank 
you, thank you, thank you for bringing me to the most 
wonderful sexual experience of my life."

I feigned a groan and replied, "Oh no! I've created a 
lesbo!"

She pinched me and said, "I'll show you what kinda lesbo 
I am." With my hard-on pressed against her belly, she 
slid her body up in one fluid motion and pushed her wet 
love tunnel down upon my pecker. As her butt settled 
onto my lap she buried her face into my shoulder and 
gasped, "Oh my God your dick is big!"

I held her tight and still as I pulled her head back to 
give her another long kiss. As we held still onto one 
another, Channie's pussy continuously pulsed upon my 
throbbing boner. I laid gentle kisses along the contours 
of her face and neck, as she held her eyes closed. 
Through her soft moaning, she whispered, "God I love 
your touch, Frank."

"Thanks, yours isn't bad, either."

She slowly opened her eyes and asked, "Had you ever made 
love to a black woman before tonight?"

"Once. She was one of these hookers-with-a-heart-of-
gold. Actually, I paid her for sex one time and she gave 
it away on another occasion. I helped her out when she 
quit whoring. She had some trouble with her former pimp 
before she got out from under that lifestyle."

"Do you consider me a whore for my relationship with 
Bernard?"

The question caught me off guard, and I hurriedly 
stated, "No. Definitely not. I think people should do 
what they feel is right at the time. Besides, I don't 
look down on the profession of prostitution, so even if 
I thought of you in those terms I wouldn't be thinking 
any less of you."

My stomach started growling, causing Channie to laugh, 
saying, "Maybe we should finish this up and grab a bite 
to eat, or even some sleep."

I retorted, "Oh, I think I would have to get rid of two 
distractions before I could sleep." With that, Chantell 
started a slow motion fuck that felt absolutely great. I 
placed my hands on her tits as she ground her pussy down 
onto my lap. I could feel her clit rubbing against the 
base of my cock while her wet cunt lips slid all of the 
way down to my balls. This action produced soft moans 
from both of us, but eventually she started an up and 
down action that was agonizingly slow. She would rise up 
slowly until the head of my dick would slurp out between 
her large, thick pussy lips. I would respond by pushing 
the slit at the tip of my helmet against her budding 
clit. She gasped at the end of each of these strokes.

Then, she would work her vaginal muscles to open the 
entrance to her pussy, and slide back down my pole in 
one long, slow burn. After one or two cycles, I sensed 
she had started into another orgasm. Her pussy began 
pulsing at a harder and quicker rate, while the insides 
of her pussy felt wetter and wetter. Her face looked 
totally lost with her eyes rolled back into her head and 
her mouth continuously moaning. I started to hum to the 
rhythm of this slow fuck while squeezing her beautiful 
boobs. I lost track of time, and wasn't aware until 
afterwards that we had kept it up for almost a half 
hour.

Channie's orgasm continued to crescendo. After awhile I 
could feel her pussy juice drip down across my balls. 
This sensation got me even harder, and I was having 
difficulty holding back my own orgasm. About this time, 
Chan opened her eyes slightly and whispered, "Cum in me. 
Let it go. Let me feel your hot spunk shoot toward my 
ovaries."

The sound of her voice and the mention of her 
reproductive organs set me off. My dick throbbed so hard 
that it sent her into a deeper orgasm. Together, our 
moaning changed to loud grunts, but Channie refused to 
pick up the pace of her up & down motion. The slowness 
of the stimulation caused me to hold back for almost a 
minute, but when I finally came I literally exploded. 

My violent orgasm shot wad after wad of cum deep into 
her vagina. She shouted aloud as she collapsed her butt 
onto my lap a final time while burying her mouth into my 
shoulder. She bit down, and I yelled as my last jet of 
jizm squirted out the end of my dick. She lie still 
within my arms for over a minute as our sex organs 
quivered to a stop. As she arose from my shoulder, she 
gasped, "Oh my God! I drew blood."

I ignored my shoulder and brought her face up to mine. 
Several drops of blood stained her white teeth and 
another drop was dripping down her lower lip. My cock 
seemed to be stirring as I wiped a finger across her 
mouth to show her my blood. Her eyes went wide as she 
looked at me, and then she closed her lips about my 
finger and swallowed all of the blood.

"Wow, a first! I've never been fucked by a lesbo 
vampire, before."

She pressed her mouth onto mine and I tasted the last 
vestiges of blood in her mouth. Our kiss was interrupted 
by applause coming from behind us. Chantell twisted 
around, causing my dick to fall out of her cunt. Both of 
us were staring at Sheila's nude form standing in the 
doorway.

"How long have you been watching us," Channie asked.

"Oh, about 5 or 10 minutes. I wished I could join you."

"Well come here, sweetie," Chan said while extending her 
hand toward Sheila.

Sheila ran to the couch and squeezed her voluptuous form 
between us. Channie kissed her for a short while, but 
Sheila broke it off and turned toward my shoulder. She 
laved my wound with her tongue, but her saliva stung a 
little. Then she popped back up and said, "I'll get a 
Band-Aid."

***

After dressing the bite and giving one another kisses 
all around, I found myself getting a bit dizzy between 
these two naked beauties. Sheila's nose crinkled and 
said, "You smell like a dump! I think we should all 
adjourn to the tub." It was then that I heard the faucet 
running in the bathroom. Sheila must have turned it on 
when she retrieved the Band-Aid. I couldn't deny that I 
needed a washing.

The three of us, got up from the couch and walked toward 
the bathroom. Chantell let out a low whistle when she 
caught sight of the tub. Sheila beamed at the 
compliment, stating, "It's my biggest indulgence. I have 
to have a large tub to stretch out in ... with or 
without a man."

The tub was almost half full already and its large 
circular shape could easily hold the three of us 
together. After easing into the hot water, all three of 
us tilted our heads back and enjoyed several minutes of 
peace. Eventually, Sheila produced two bars of soap and 
the two women proceeded to scrub me from head to toe. 
Their hands felt great upon my body, and they allowed me 
to help wash them, as well. We were all feeling very 
clean when Sheila announced, "Now for one of my best 
tricks."

She plunged her head down beneath the water and 
proceeded to gobble my dick, whole. Chantell stared 
incredulously down at the sight. She asked me whether 
she might gag or drown. I replied that she'd previously 
informed me that she could hold her breath for two 
minutes. Chantell looked at me and stated, "I have to 
get a better view of this."

She plunged her head down beneath the surface of the 
water, as well. Within moments, I felt Channie's mouth 
open wide over the surface of my balls. I couldn't 
believe what I was feeling. Here I was receiving an 
underwater blowjob from two women; one had my testicles 
in her mouth while the other had deep throated the 
entire length of my penis. They had proceeded to kiss 
one another across my cock and balls. I had to draw on 
every bit of composure to keep from coming. 

I reasoned that any disruption caused by me might result 
in great harm to me, personally. I didn't want to give 
either of these women any reason to gag, or cough, or 
bite down. After about a minute of this, both women 
broke off from my genitals and resurfaced. They both 
gasped for air and breathed hard for a couple of 
minutes. Watching their lovely breasts heave up and down 
was a sight to behold. I thanked both of them profusely 
for their wonderful act.

We spent another half hour fondling, caressing, kissing 
and licking one another all over. Sheila and Chantell 
alternated bouncing their tight cunts up and down on my 
underwater hard on. When we had all had enough, we got 
out and toweled off. I put on my briefs while they put 
on a couple of short silk robes that Sheila produced 
from her closet. Needless to say, the sheerness of these 
garments did little to hide the charms of their bodies.

I sat back at the dining room table and watched the two 
of them concoct a huge breakfast with many pauses for 
long kisses with one another. There seemed to be a huge 
amount of affection building between these two women, 
who were heretofore strictly heterosexual. I knew I was 
treading dangerous waters here, because the veil of 
introductions could tumble down at any second.

After a delicious breakfast, we hurriedly threw the 
dishes in the sink and ran toward the bedroom. I'd been 
going for 30+ hours with no sleep, but the deprivation 
seemed to be heightening my libido. I'd never done two 
women at once, and I wasn't going to blow this 
opportunity by insisting on a nap.

***

As I climbed onto the bed I caught Channie winking at 
Sheila. "I say we tie him up with our stockings. What do 
you say, Red?"

Sheila laughed, and replied, "I say that's a great idea, 
Blackie. Once he's firmly strapped to the bed, it'll be 
fun to use and abuse this boy toy."

As they started cinching their hose about my wrists and 
ankles, Chan continued, "Did you know this dog is a real 
pervert when it comes to stockings and feet?"

"No, I didn't know that. Do you think he'd willingly 
kiss and lick mine?"

"Well, once we have him tied down, it doesn't matter 
what he's willing to do. We can force him to do most 
anything."

With my wrists already tied to the headboard, Channie 
continued to lash my legs to the lower corners of the 
bed while Sheila stood up over the top of me. She let 
herself down with a thud upon my chest, causing all of 
the air within my lungs to painfully expelled from my 
throat. I tried my best to conceal the searing pain of 
the wind being knocked out of me, but Sheila's knowing 
smile revealed that I wasn't having full success at such 
disguisery. Eventually, I got my wind back as Sheila 
traced her small, sexy feet across my face. I kissed and 
licked at them whenever they strayed over my mouth which 
resulted in giggles from her. Sheila's ticklish nature 
forced me to reconsider her actual age.

By this time, Chantell was done with her task, and set 
about on her next adventure. Although Sheila's body 
blocked my sight of Chan, I could tell she was spreading 
out petroleum jelly upon my pecker. It was rock hard 
when she positioned herself above the erection. Sheila 
looked back as she watched Channie squeeze her tight 
anus over the top of my dick. Sheila commented, "Go on 
girl! This boy is a master buttfucker!"

Chantell's rectum was almost as tight as Sheila's, but 
the jelly seemed to make it slide easier. Once her 
asshole was fully settled over my dick, she let out a 
sustained groan and muttered, "Oh, this hurts so good."

Sheila remarked, "It sure does you tramp. I'm jealous." 
In response, Chan reached around Sheila's torso and 
started playing with her tits. Sheila kept gliding her 
feet over my face, while using one hand to stimulate her 
pink little clitoris. Chantell, meanwhile, started an up 
and down pumping action on my dick. The tightness of the 
fit was keeping my orgasm in.

All three of us were moaning and grunting for several 
minutes. I was getting closer to the edge as Sheila 
stopped moving her feet which allowed me to constantly 
lick and kiss them. About this time, Sheila started 
swinging her free hand back to slap at Chan's curvaceous 
buttcheek. Initially, it caused her to yelp and jump 
upward on my pecker. But, then she settled back down 
into her up and down movement and another continuous 
orgasm. The convulsions of her cunt rippled through to 
the walls of her anus causing waves of pleasure to pass 
from my cock through my entire body.  
 
Every time Sheila slapped her ass, Channie's cunt 
convulsed anew. I lasted for all of five minutes before 
I exploded my fifth load of jizz of the night/morning 
into Chan's dark, lovely anus. There couldn't have been 
much more volume of cum left in my balls, but Channie 
seemed to feel what was squirted into her ass and let 
out a long, sustained howl.

Meanwhile Sheila had brought herself off and let out a 
choked-off scream. I was sucking on her toes when she 
screamed. Reactively, she shoved her thin small foot 
deep into my mouth. I swallowed it almost up to the 
heel. After her orgasm, she slowly withdrew it and gave 
me a wink. The two women collapsed on either side of my 
chest, and began to tease me.

"You really must be only half-a-man to let us tie you up 
like this."

"Yeah, you're a weak little mongrel. We should take you 
out into public with a collar and leash."

"Oh, that's a screamer of an idea, but I think I would 
prefer to keep him tied up here and force him to do all 
kinds of nasty things."

"For starters, he promised a little analingus on me, and 
the timing couldn't be more perfect. His last little 
squirt went up my stinkhole. What do you think, Red, 
should we force him to eat out my ass?"

"Fer sure! He's a great ass licker."

Channie wasted no time mounting my face with her 
asshole. Sheila licked up the remaining mess on my dick 
and had me half-hard, again, within seconds. She managed 
to slip it up into her snatch and after several minutes 
of up & down, had me fully erect, again.

I was ready for the anal job on Channie. I started by 
kissing her puckered asshole for several minutes, and 
her sphincter loosened up immediately. A small mixture 
of fluid flowed from her asshole that I hoped was mostly 
sweat. Her pussy nectar flowed from her cunt, as well, 
to form an elixir that was very heady. There was both a 
sweetness and sourness to the mixture, and all I could 
think of was that I was sipping the nectar of a goddess.

Channie and Sheila were facing one another upon my 
torso. Sheila's action on my dick was frantic for 
awhile, but soon she slowed down and though I was blind, 
I presumed that the two were kissing and caressing one 
another. At this point, Channie had mostly dried up, so 
I kissed her puckered asshole several more times and 
dove in with my tongue.

Her anus had a bitter taste, as Sheila's had, but the 
flavor was distinctly different and indescribable. To 
think that I was licking the inside of woman's asshole 
would have normally been a bit repulsive to me, but I 
let my mind wander to all of the events of the last 12 
hours and got swept away by these powerful sexual 
feelings.

My thoughts were distracted when I heard Sheila go into 
a half-scream. Her juices were flooding down the length 
of my pecker, and I could also feel Channie's pussy 
starting to release upon my chin. It was too much to 
take, and I immediately launched into my own orgasm. My 
balls were pretty well spent by this time, but that 
didn't prevent my cock from going into throbbing 
overdrive literally dry heaving the last remnants of 
jizm into Sheila's cunt.

They're orgasms lasted quite long, so I swirled my 
tongue one final trip around Channie's anus and then 
moved down to her pussy to lap up the remains of her 
orgasm. Eventually, they dismounted and smiled down upon 
me like two Cheshire cats.

"Okay dirty dog, we're gonna give you a choice. You can 
stay tied up and be our love slave, or we'll release you 
if you let us spank you."

The love slave part sounded interesting, but I had 
strained my limbs against my restraints and I needed 
some freedom of movement for my limbs. "Untie me you 
uncouth pair from hell." That set them off giggling as 
they untied me, and I stopped to consider whether these 
two might be real live witches.

As soon as they release me, I contracted my arms and 
legs and rolled over to a fetal position with my butt in 
the air. Channie and Sheila started whacking me with the 
flat of their hands, but it really didn't hurt at all. 
It had the effect of numbing me, somewhat, which caused 
my normal post-coital supercharge feeling to dissipate 
quickly. By the time they'd finished I was completely 
exhausted. I collapsed upon the bed, and felt the two 
beauties tuck me in under a light comforter. In this 
drowsy state they both gave me sweet kisses and left me 
in silence. Dreamland hit me like a ton of bricks.

***

I awoke to the sound of a hammer being cocked upon a 
gun. I'd heard this sound, unexpectedly on several 
occasions during my work, and it never failed to get my 
full attention. I was awake with my back against the 
bed's headboard within a half a second. At the end of 
the bed I was faced with the barrels of two guns staring 
me down. Chantell was holding my gun which she must have 
found within my boot holster while Sheila was holding 
another handgun that must have been hers. Chantell had 
cocked my gun, and Sheila was in the process of flipping 
off the safety of her own.

There was a large red weal on the side of Sheila's face 
that looked strangely erotic to me. Since I didn't cause 
it, I could only presume Chantell had had some sort of 
violent swing at Sheila's pale, white face. Once the 
hammer on Sheila's gun was cocked, Chantell growled, 
"Well, well, well, the son of a bitch is wide awake. 
Good! He has some explaining to do."

As my mind cleared, I could only presume that 
introductions were made between the two, while I slept. 
Mentally, I put on my blades and quickly started to 
skate...


THE FALLGUY

As I stared up at these two armed beauties, my fear was 
mixed with a certain erotic thrill. I was pretty sure 
that neither woman was very experienced with firearms 
which made the threat posed by their itchy trigger 
fingers all the more real. Nevertheless, neither the 
dark Chantell nor the pale Sheila had bothered to don 
any clothes prior to this showdown, and the thought of 
my life ending with this vision as my last was giving me 
a brand new boner.

"First of all, I never approached Sheila in that bar. 
Second, I had intended to tell you, Chantell, all about 
my involvement with her prior to our own sexual 
encounter. Our intimate engagement after the report made 
it difficult to tell you afterwards."

"Go on," snarled Chantell.

"I never meant for either one of you to get hurt. The 
sexual situations we were involved in were entirely 
spontaneous."

"Go on," piped in Sheila.

"I've never gotten involved in a sexual situation with a 
client, ever, in the past. I can prove it to you if we 
go to my office."

"Go on," they both intoned together.

I was starting to panic. Usually, I could tell what 
someone wanted to hear.

In my business you don't get very far by not being able 
to read people.

Desperate I tried another strategy, saying, "And I'm 
very, very sorry."

"And," they chimed together.

"And, I'm a low-life scumbag for doing what I did."

"And," they said again.

"And, I'll make it up to you, I promise. Just please 
don't kill me."

A smile broke out on Chantell's face, and as she glanced 
at Sheila a smile broke out on her face, as well. I was 
beginning to feel that I had successfully skated around 
the debacle when Chantell informed me of just how far I 
was going to have to pay. She said, "This is for 
starters, but eventually you will see how bad repayment 
really is."

She flicked off a tape recorder over on the dresser, and 
approached the bed with the gun still leveled at my 
head. She told me to get on all fours, and as soon as I 
did she presented the barrel of my own gun in front of 
my mouth. "Suck on it, you disloyal scumbag."

I didn't open my mouth right away, and paid for it. 
Sheila had snuck up behind me and whacked the side of my 
head with the butt of her gun. My head was ringing from 
the impact as I opened my mouth. Sheila inserted the end 
of the gun into my open mouth, saying, "You're gonna 
keep sucking this gun until I can see evidence that 
you're enjoying it."

She slid the barrel in and out of my mouth with her 
finger on the trigger the whole time. I was thankful 
that the gun barrel was no longer than 4 inches. As a 
result, I never quite gagged on it when she pushed it in 
as far as it would go on the end stroke. I was damn 
afraid. I'd come across gangland shooting scenes before 
and realized that a gun going off in a person's mouth 
can induce a long, painful death.

I was wondering just what it was that I had to do to 
show Chantell that I was enjoying this when suddenly, 
from the rear, I felt an object pushing into my asshole. 
Knowing that if I yelled or tried to turn my head to see 
what it was that I could trigger the gun in my mouth, I 
merely closed my eyes and concentrated on absorbing the 
pain. The object at my asshole was obviously a fairly 
long object with medium thickness. I knew what it was 
well before Chantell yelled encouragement to Sheila, 
"Push it in hard babydoll. That was a good idea not to 
lubricate it before pushing it in."

Sheila's gun had a 5 to 6 inch barrel and she'd inserted 
most of it already in. The thought of a bullet ripping 
through my colon and guts was not a pleasant thought, 
but I realized that the more resistance that my rectum 
offered that the more likely it was that her finger 
might push too hard on the trigger. Therefore, I 
concentrated on loosening my sphincter. Soon after, she 
had shoved it all of the way in, and after a few more 
push and pulls my butthole was loose enough for a 
smooth, easy stroke.

"Are you scared scumbag" asked Chantell, knowing I 
couldn't answer.

"Yeah, are you enjoying this double penetration, 
darling?"

"Sheila, you're such a flirt. I bet if we were doing 
this to you, you'd have had a couple of orgasms by now." 
Sheila didn't say anything in response, and I could 
picture her pondering Chantell's proposal.

"Okay loverboy, I still don't think you're enjoying 
this." With that, she shoved the front pistol down hard 
within my throat. Part of the gun butt rammed hard into 
my chin, but I kept my composure and kept sucking.

I thought to myself, "Think, you dumb son-of-a-bitch. 
Sooner or later one of them is going to tire and if 
their gun goes off it's pain-city." It then dawned on me 
that I was limp as overcooked pasta. Obviously, these 
girls wanted me to get turned on by all of this before 
they stopped. Despite being orally and anally raped by 
these firearms, I began feeling like I was being fucked. 
I pulled my thoughts into the action of the gun barrels 
and slowly started getting hard.

I could taste and smell the vestiges of gunpowder and 
tried to think of it as an aphrodisiac. Meanwhile, the 
gun at my butt was moving in and out so smoothly I was 
actually beginning to enjoy it. After a couple of more 
minutes I finally got confirmation that it was working 
when Chantell commented, "Well, well, well, the dirty 
dog has got a nasty boner. He must be enjoying this 
after all."

Relief started flowing through my body because I thought 
the rape might end. Much to my dismay, though, Channie 
commanded, "Okay Sheila-slut, get underneath there and 
suck him off, but don't you stop moving that gun in and 
out."

Sheila's enthusiasm could be surmised by the speed of 
her motions. She quickly slid under me and placed her 
mouth on my member. I was temporarily fearful that her 
cocksucking ministrations were going to cause a powerful 
eruption in my ass. But soon her mouth and throat were 
full of my meat and I was oblivious to all else. It took 
less than five minutes to summon a load of jizm, and 
when I blew my load into Sheila's mouth it had to be my 
most powerful orgasm of the last 24 hours.

Chan removed the gun from my mouth and moved to take 
over the trigger at my asshole, saying "I didn't know 
the bastard could cum so fast." Sheila took her time to 
clean up every drop of cum, and then moved beside 
Channie to give her a tongue load of my seed. I turned 
to watch these two french for a short while with the gun 
still inserted up my butt.

When they broke from the kiss, Channie said, "Now you're 
going to tell me the best gun-for-hire who has no 
ethical problems shooting someone for a small sum of 
money."

My mind was reeling. What would she need a gunman for? 
If she was going to kill me, wouldn't she do it herself? 
Or did she truly hate Bernard so much that she was going 
to have him murdered? I asked aloud, "What would you 
need a gunman for?"

Sheila grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. "Answer 
her question!"

"Okay, okay. Mike Fanelli."

Sheila had picked up my gun and slammed the butt into 
the backside of my head, shouting, "Is he the best you 
can come up with?"

I was seeing stars, but responded, "Yes, yes, he's very 
good. He used to contract part-time with the mob. Now 
he's an independent contractor."

Channie chuckled in response to Sheila's violent 
actions. She asked, "How good is he at surveillance?"

"Very good. I've worked with him in the past and he's 
very professional."

Finally, she pulled the gun from my asshole. Sheila 
pulled me down to my side, squirmed into my embrace, and 
started kissing me. I was so relieved that I started 
kissing her back. Chan let it go on for a couple of 
minutes before she commanded, "Come on tramp. Let's get 
up. We have work to do."

***

"You're probably wondering what the fuck is going on, so 
let me clue you in. Sheila, here, doesn't know very many 
details but enough to know that Bernard is out of her 
life. I've made the little she-bitch an offer she 
couldn't refuse. Oh yes, she'll remain a kept woman, but 
her life is about giving me pleasure and keeping me 
happy."

"Who liked that little-dicked prude, anyway," Sheila 
rhetorically asked, obviously referring to Bernard.

"Shut up Sheila," Channie acidly replied. She continued, 
"Originally I was going to retire with my investments to 
a villa in Mexico upon my divorce, but I've always 
thought it would be nice to have a second house in the 
Caymans and now I think I know of a way to achieve it."

Channie licked her lips and said, "That's where you and 
your friend Mike Fanelli come in ..."

***

Today, thinking about those twelve sex-charged hours 
always seems to bring a smile to my face, and I haven't 
had a lot to smile about over the last two years in the 
state penitentiary. Two years ago, Chantell had hired 
Mike Fanelli to follow me at a distance with a high 
powered rifle at my back, as I implemented her plan. One 
false move by me and I knew Mike's aim would cause a 
quick death.

It seemed Bernie boy had a weakness for gambling, and 
after a few weeks at the horse track, I worked my way 
into his confidence. Using a couple of jockey friends of 
mine, I arranged to rig a race. I approached Bernard 
about investing in the scheme and he got so excited he 
almost came in his pants. Not surprisingly, someone had 
tipped off the cops of our scheme before the final 
meeting. 

The police had got to the jockeys first and offered them 
clemency for their involvement in the sting. I was not 
so fortunate. The best my lawyer could do was plea 
bargain for a 5 year prison term with eligibility for 
parole after 2.

Meanwhile, after two years of appeals and high priced 
shenanigans by his attorneys, Bernie boy had yet to 
spend a night in jail. Unfortunately for him though, his 
criminal behavior cost the McLemore Clan a good sum of 
money to one Chantell McLemore in their divorce 
proceedings. Bern's criminal actions violated a term of 
the pre-nuptial agreement and Channie was able to exact 
a $30 million settlement. I figured that could easily 
buy her a dream house in the Caymans.

Every time I sit down to eat the prison food, I picture 
Chantell and Sheila sitting somewhere sipping margaritas 
while laughing at my predicament.

***

The state gave me $200, today, as I stepped out of 
prison. They warned me many times of the requirement to 
see my parole officer tomorrow. I made a beeline to a 
bar and quickly said hello to the bottom of four shot 
glasses of whiskey. After a three or four beers, a guy 
came into the bar and sat down next to me. It took me 
awhile to focus on the guy's face, but it turned out to 
be Mike Fanelli.

With as much sarcasm that I could muster, I said, "Mikey 
pal. Thanks for not shooting me two years ago."

"It was just a job Frank, just like I'm just doing my 
job now."

"What!? Did the bitch hire you to kill me once I got 
out?" My drunken feeling had kicked in strong, but I 
don't think I would have felt any fear even if I was 
sober. Death was no longer a big deal with me.

"Come on, Frank. I'll take you someplace better than 
this dive."

I obediently followed Mike and he took me to a private 
airstrip. I took one look at the private jet and 
realized that I'd be breaking my parole if I left the 
state. I turned to try to run away, but I was too drunk 
and Mike was too quick. He stuck me with a long 
hypodermic and I lasted about 10 seconds before falling 
into a stupor.

I woke up with a banger headache on a plush private jet. 
The jet was small but it included several seats, a 
dining table, the bed that I was on, and a fully stocked 
bar. I looked out the window and found that it was 
night.

Screwed again! There was no way I was going to make my 
parole meeting. I'd spend a minimum of another 6 months 
with the guys in stripes for this fuck up. I moved 
forward and found the door to the cockpit locked. A 
small window revealed a pilot with long red hair. I 
couldn't see her face, but knew it had to be Sheila. I 
pounded on the door and shouted her name to no effect. 
Finally, I yelled, "I need an aspirin."

I went back and found an aspirin that was already 
prepared for me upon the table. I took it, and waited 
out the long flight. Four hours later we landed in what 
I calculated to be a small town on the West coast of 
Mexico. I tensed up and readied for a spring. I was 
going to have some answers, by God. When the plane came 
to a stop, a gas erupted into the compartment from the 
air vents. I quickly covered my face, but it was too 
late and I lost consciousness.

***

I dreamed some very pleasant dreams, but eventually I 
drifted into a semi-conscious state. I could feel a 
mouth licking and kissing my balls. Occasionally, teeth 
would gently pull at the skin of my scrotum. This mouth 
would then open wide and totally envelop my 'nads and 
then stroke the entire ball sack with a wonderful 
tongue. My cock was enveloped as well, but obviously by 
a different mouth. Every couple of minutes the mouth 
would kiss the head of my dick, and then slide over the 
full length of my hard-on. The lips felt grand on the 
way down to my pubic hair. Then, with my penis firmly 
embedded in this throat, an incredible tongue snaked out 
between the lips and licked the top of my balls, often 
meeting with the other mouth that was giving so much 
attention to my testicles.

With my eyes still closed in half sleep, I recognized 
that wonderful cocksucking technique. Sheila! I opened 
my eyes and let out a surprised grunt to see a full head 
of beautiful black hair. The woman lifted her face from 
my cock and turned to look me in the eye. I barely 
whispered, "Channie!"

She smiled as she moved up my chest. "I'm glad you're 
still willing to use my nickname affectionately." Her 
nipples were hard and dug into the flesh of my own 
chest.

I was dumbfounded. I glanced down and noticed that 
Sheila was working her clit pretty hard while continuing 
to lick my balls. As I looked around I could tell that I 
was in the big bedroom of a very large Spanish-style 
house.

"You probably think you've died and gone to heaven."

I numbly nodded my head.

"I hate to burst your bubble, but you're not in heaven. 
You know, as well as I do, the consequences of breaking 
parole by leaving the country. You're as much my slave 
now as you were when you had two guns deep within your 
orifices."

Her full plans finally dawned upon me, but rather than 
intimidate me they infuriated me. I got up to a seated 
position and swung the back of my hand across Chantell's 
face. The force practically knocked her from the bed. 
Sheila stopped her licking and stared in amazement. Chan 
sat up with a fire in her eyes, and a drop of blood 
dripping down her lower lip.

"What makes you think that I can't break your neck 
before this red tart can get a gun aimed upon me?"

"The double blowjob," Chan responded.

"What!"

"The double blowjob. It wasn't the first, and I'm here 
to tell you that it won't be the last as long as you 
don't break my neck."

I'd had enough and grabbed a handful of Chan's long 
curly black hair. Jerking her onto her knees I snarled, 
"I'm raping you, you dark little bitch!"

With no advanced lubrication I pushed right into her 
pussy. She yelled out in pain. But I yanked her hair 
again and slapped her round asscheeks in response. She 
started whimpering, but soon started producing her own 
lubrication in response to my long, hard strokes. After 
two years, her cunt was as tight as ever. I'd imagined 
that she'd had had her fill of big-dicked studs during 
my prison term, but now I wondered whether she'd had sex 
with anyone other than her nympho redheaded friend.

Sheila wasted no time, and added to the effect by 
positioning herself beneath Chan and alternately licking 
her clit and my balls. Channie's tight pussy eventually 
went into contractions. The effect on me was 
overwhelming. I held onto my orgasm for as long as I 
could, while continuing to yank at her hair and slap her 
ass. But eventually Channie started screaming and going 
into bodily convulsions and I lost it. By the time I'd 
emptied all of my seed into her vagina I fell back onto 
the bed lightheaded. 

I kept trying to remember, but it would seem that 
Chantell not only learned Sheila's excellent suck 
technique, but also her propensity for violent orgasms. 
As I was lost in thought, Channie crawled up my chest, 
pausing to re-insert my semi-rigid pecker back into her 
pussy, and brought her pretty face up next to mine. I 
absently placed my hands on her soft boobs and gently 
started a squeezing rhythm.

"Anything you want to ask me sweetie?"

"Yeah, I thought you said this wasn't heaven?"

"I did, and I meant it. It may be paradise, but it won't 
be heaven for you. As I said, you're my slave. That's 
not to say that you won't be raping, and fucking, and 
fulfilling lots of other fantasies with me and my 
chauffeur; but you'll have some very specific duties as 
our bodyguard. If you thought being a private eye was 
tough, you're gonna find it even tougher protecting us 
during our gangbangs, dance shows, and daring public 
displays that we so enjoy."

She paused to let this sink in. "And, if you ever get 
out of line, one quick call to the Mexican or Cayman 
authorities and they'll have your ass deported back to 
the States in no time. I'm already on good terms with 
some cute cops in both places, if you know what I mean."

I caught her by surprise when I replied, "Chauffeur?"

Chantell's eyes grew wide and then she laughed as she 
got off of me. She mounted Sheila at the end of the bed, 
and affectionately pushed her hair from her face. "Did 
my little Sheila give you a nice flight here?"

"Sure," I replied.

Sheila had begun to squeeze Chan's ass and lick her 
beautiful tits, as Channie closed her eyes. "Well, she 
better have. I paid a pretty penny to give her flying 
lessons and now she drives and flies me anywhere I want 
to go. Sheila loves to serve me, don't you my little 
slave."

Through a mouthful of tit, Sheila replied, "Mmmmm Hmmmm, 
yes boss."

These two beautiful bodies, lying against one another, 
were now facing me in such a way that I could see their 
four holes lined up in a line: asshole, cunt, cunt, 
asshole. It was a beautiful and erotic sight. I paused 
to consider my situation, scratching my balls in the 
process.

Finally, I said, "How's the saying go? 'If you can't 
lick 'em, fuck 'em!'"

They paused in their embrace of one another to look back 
at me, and said together, "Lick us and fuck us!"

With that invitation, I plunged my face into paradise.

THE END

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