He was lying behind me, holding me close with a hand over one tit while his erection did its work. Just as I was about to roll over he started huffing and humping against my ass as he came. No sooner did his cock quit spitting when he got off my bed and hurried from the room. I flipped over to see who it was but it was too dark, I saw only a pale shadow barely visible in the night. I had just gotten screwed in my sleep and didn’t know which of them did it.
Part 5
Runaway Train
As the girls battled their demons, Beth’s revenge continued to gather steam.
Following the disappearance of Rachael Walsh and her two daughters, the death of Thomas Walsh and the suicide of his father, the police thoroughly searched the Walsh home. They discovered a cache of flash drives with video clips of rapes and underage sex in a locked cabinet beneath the lounge television. Oddly, they did not find his personal laptop, but they assumed he kept it at his office.
In fact, Tim’s operatives had taken the laptop and numerous other flash drives. They had staked out David’s house beginning with the disappearance of his wife and daughters. They reacted quickly to the sound of the muffled gunshot that ended David’s life. An unlocked sliding door allowed them free access. They searched for nearly an hour, before their lookout heard the police message.
Tim’s team easily broke the laptop’s encryption. The information detailed his theft from his wife’s and daughters trusts. It recounted David’s involvement with major criminals, money laundering, extortion and outright theft. It had voluminous data on international organizations with terrorist ties. The information could have explosive impacts!
Then they came on a file named “LANA”. It contained several video clips and numerous pictures. Several former military men almost vomited while watching David send Lana to a hell on earth. They weren’t snuff films, just horrifying brutal treatment of a once beautiful woman.
They sent the financial and documentary files from the laptop to Michael and Peter Gardiner. They began to open the flash files.
Several contained photos and videos. By now, the team had grown callused to David’s perversions. One file, though, related to global financial accounts. They sent that flash drive as well.
A week later the forensic accountant had deciphered the data and met with Michael and Peter.
“Good news of bad first?” the thin, bespectacled man asked.
“Let’s start with the bad.” Michael said softly.
“He stole about half of the trust assets for Lynne and Susan and about 60% of Rachael’s. We should be able to get it back, but it will require them to sign affidavits which will require them to disclose at least what state they’re in.”
“It may actually get worse. He also stole money from some of his clients, including some pretty bad people and mixed it with some of the trust money. And he put Rachael’s name on the accounts.”
“The good news is that he was a pretty good judge of investments. He grew the trusts considerably. That’s how he was able to cover up the theft. He basically took the profits he made and hid them.”
After a long minute of consideration, Peter spoke. “Do we know who these bad people are?”
The accountant nodded.
“Was he money laundering or investing for these bad people?”
“Money laundering, mostly.”
“Give me the names and amounts.” An envelope changed hands. It contained a hard copy of the list and the flash drive. He also handed them the computer.
After the accountant left, Peter and Michael sat beside each other in their main conference room, reviewing the spread sheet the account had just delivered, the anti eavesdropping device humming in the corner.
“What do you think?” Michael finally asked.
“I think we know who is behind the hitters. Zapata is one mean hombre. And now money stolen from him is in Rachael’s name in Mauritius? Not good. The others are not really violent, but Zapata’s not going to stop.”
Michael nodded grimly.
“Let’s get some intel on him. Everyone has a weak spot.” Michael did not seem convinced as a fresh wave of fear passed through him.
Six hours later, he called Michael into the conference room.
Peter was old fashioned. He carried a paper notebook and hand wrote his thoughts.
“There may be some good news. This guy is vicious but he will negotiate. The only two things he seems to hold dear are money and family, particularly his sister and little nieces. Unfortunately, his sister is here in prison and the best lawyers with the best connections can’t get her out. She’s one mean bitch as well. She was raped a couple of times and nearly beaten to death. They branded her and cut her up bad. Ripped her plumbing up so bad, she can’t have kids. Educated in the States, before she and her family were deported as illegals. DEA dragged her across the border last year, but Homeland now has her under the Patriot Act.”
“PCHA (Post Conviction Hearing Appeals) petition or amnesty?” Michael asked.
“Can’t do amnesty – too much publicity and it’s election time. We can look into the PCHA route, though. There are a number of criminal judges on that list. If we can get her a new trial, bail won’t matter, but we’re getting way outside the lines here. I will not stoop to extortion. Someone will have to negotiate with him.”
Michael nodded agreement.
“Let’s have Marissa look over the transcript and see if there’s anything there. At least we know who is behind the hitters.”
A thought hit Michael. “Peter, what about a trade. You said she was being held by Homeland Security? What if we can give them some of this in return for her freedom? Some of the stuff David had on these guys could be real helpful to Homeland. CIA could squeeze them like an orange.”
“Same problem. Someone will have to negotiate.”
Grimly Michael said, “I’ll go if we have a deal with Homeland and CIA.”
Michael was numb from the bouncing of the jeep over the goat paths they called roads. They drove through the mountain passes and across the arid deserts. They wanted to confuse him. He smiled inwardly. Not likely.
Finally they drove through a small village and up to a high, reinforced steel gate. They roughly put a bag over his head. It smelled of sweat and feces. The jeep lurched up the driveway, almost throwing him out. He grabbed the handle below the windshield, certain they were toying with the “Gringo”.
He was led into a building, searched very thoroughly and led through another door back into the heat.
“Strip”
Michael slowly removed his clothing, holding each piece out to be taken. He stood still. Waiting. Not his first rodeo.
A small hand lifted his flaccid cock and giggled. “A shame to have to cut this off.” A girl said in Spanish.
“Te gusta?” (You like it?) He said, hoping to sound confident and unconcerned.
“Maria, get out of there!” The voice of authority. “She is right, though, it is impressive.”
“Thank you.”
The bag was removed and he gulped the fresh air.
A young man with an AK over his shoulder handed him a pair of swim trunks, motioning Michael to follow. They led him through another building and onto a pool deck, then over to a large table beneath a huge canopy.
A small, slightly cherubic man sat in the shade, slowly puffing on a cigar.
“May I sit Mr. Zapata?” Michael asked, showing respect.
“Of course.” Motioning to a chair opposite him.
After a long pause, “My sincere regrets on what those animals did to your daughter. I would have been a bit more direct in dealing with them.” Another pause. “You were once a man of violence?”
Michael nodded.
“Tell me. Why did you not feed them their testiculos (balls)?
Michael considered the question carefully. “16 years ago I left the world of violence for my little girl. She is my life. Had I returned to the world of violence, I would have lost her. I also wanted to get all of them.”
“Did you?”
Mr. Zapata scanned this American’s hard gray eyes. “Not yet,” Michael said softly, “but it’s in motion.”
“And now you are here to talk to the viscous drug dealer. Why?”
“My daughter is with the Walsh family.” Michael watched the brown eyes turn hard with anger.
“Then you should remove her. I have no interest in harming your daughter.”
Michael realized that intelligence of this man, so he laid the information on the table.
“Mr. Zapata, I cannot do that. When my daughter was broken, Rachael Walsh helped her to stay alive. I owe her my daughter’s life. I think I can, however give you a number of reasons to consider my request.”
Silence for several minutes as both men evaluated the other.
“You have his files?”
“Yes.”
“You know he stole from me?”
“Yes.”
“You wish to offer me my money to protect your daughter?”
“No. The money is yours and will be returned with interest when the girls are safe.”
Surprise registered on his face, though he quickly masked it.
“Then you offer your life in trade?”
“If necessary, yes.”
The little man laughed. “I like you Gringo.” He waved over a waiter and ordered a bottle of Tequila. “Please call me Miguel.”
“I already know your offer. As soon as we found the Laptop gone, I knew you would figure out how to use the information. You are offering to broker the deal for my sister, no?”
“I already have.” Miguel’s eyes widened noticeably and he stood abruptly causing the guards to un-sling their weapons. He motioned them down. Slowly Michael stood. He did not trust the guards.
“She has been transferred to a Arizona facility near the border.”
Tears filled the small man’s eyes. He swallowed hard, trying to regain his composure.
“When?”
“As soon as I have your word that instead of being targets, the Walsh family is under your protection.” Michael held out his hand.
Instead of shaking Michael’s hand, the smaller man wrapped him in a bear hug and began to cry. After a few moments, Miguel fled into his house motioning Michael to sit back at the table. Michael saw him pacing inside speaking too rapidly for him to catch, but he sounded beyond happy.
After about an hour, he returned in swim trunks. The drink in front of Michael remained untouched.
“You said maybe tomorrow?”
“I take it we have a deal?”
Miguel nodded emphatically, “Yes, yes….”
“If I may have my satellite phone, I will put it in motion.”
He dialed Peter. “Mike here. Cherokee. Repeat Cherokee.”
“Where does he want her?”
“Where is she now?”
“Nogales.”
Covering the phone, ”She’s in Nogales now. If you don’t want her there….” Michael stopped as he nodded emphatically. “Nogales is perfect. I have many friends in Nogales.”
“When can we get her across the border?”
“As soon as you tell me you’re ready.”
Again covering the phone, Michael fought getting caught up in this man’s enthusiasm. “When can you have your friends ready to receive her. It looks like we can get her home today.”
He ran inside again. Michael heard the joy in Miguel’s voice as he spoke with his friends.
“They will be there in 20 minutes.”
“Half an hour to an hour OK?” Michael said to Peter, accounting for Latin enthusiasm and time accuracy.
“Done.” Michael simply hung up because he did not trust Miguel.
A squat, older woman in a bright dress came to the table. Michael rose and was engulfed in her arms as she repeated “Thank you” in Spanish over and over. Miguel told her to prepare some dinner.
Miguel saw the untouched drink. “You have manners, Gringo.” He reached for his drink as Michael reached for his.
“To family.” They said in unison.
Michael could not leave until Miguel’s sister arrived. At first, he thought it was to ensure she arrived safely, but they received confirmation of her release as soon as she crossed the border. He realized that he’d become a friend of the notorious drug dealer and he wanted to introduce him to his sister.
The festive preparations spread to the little town. Nearly a thousand people lined the street when her car drove through. She stood through the open sunroof and waived gaily to her people, a ransomed queen returning to her castle.
He didn’t want to interfere. The contagious happiness and Tequila had infected him as well. The thought of Beth overwhelmed him. At last he began to think of holding his daughter and lover.
“You seem far away, Gringo.” Maria giggled. Miguel had spoken of her. She was 15 and had lived in the compound ever since Miguel learned that her father had molested her. Her father died with his penis stuffed in his throat. She was very pretty, barely over five foot tall, maybe a hundred pounds with 32 C chest and a magnificent ass. She was also an outrageous flirt.
Miguel came over and pulled him to his sister.
“This is the Gringo. He comes here with no help to protect his family! A brave man. Gringo, this is my sister, Rafaela.” He bowed slightly, drunk.
“How do you do?” Perfect English, but then she had been educated in the US. She was slightly taller than Miguel, with smooth dark skin and brown eyes that seemed look into a man’s soul. She dressed in slightly baggy clothes, but he supposed that was from Prison food. He guessed she had 32 B breasts and probably weighed less than 110 pounds.
“Miguel has told me about you. You are a very clever and brave man. He said you offered your life to protect those you love.” Her eyes softened with kindness like Rachael’s. “I like you, but I must attend my other guests.”
He watched her move through the crowd, greeting this retainer but never fully a part of the celebration. It finally dawned on him! She headed this family.
No one had spoken about where he was to stay that night, so he stayed on the pool veranda as the party wound down. He lay down in a double chaise, realizing that he had been awake for more than 24 hours.
Just as he dozed off, Rafaela strode out, onto the deck and walked to him.
“I know it is terrible manners not to have you put in one of the guest rooms, but I wanted to talk with you.” She had delicate features. “Miguel says your daughter was raped.” Michael nodded silently. “And now?”
“I don’t know. The last time I saw her, she seemed to be coming out of it. She had just made love to a man for the first time and it convinced her there was a future. She’s with the family of a guy who stole from you”
“Walsh was a pig.” she spat.
“He raped his daughters and gave his wife as a sex toy for others. It was his son that led my daughter’s rape.” Even though he tried to hide the pain it was obvious the agony even talking about it caused.
“I have seen the photos.”
“Was this man who made love to your daughter a good man?”
“I can’t judge. I am her lover.”
“I know that as well, Michael.” Her hand rested on her arm as she gazed at the stars on this moonless night. “They are as safe as I can make them. I swear.”
“You have brought me a new life. But the past is always with us.” She continued, looking into his eyes wistfully, a vulnerable little girl.
She told him about herself, her words filled with sadness. She did not know her father. She had lost her mother long ago. She told hom how she had sold her body for a position with a drug kingpin who already employed Miguel. When the kingpin died, Miguel became the nominal head of the family. They spoke of many thiings, gradually drawing closer.
“Tell me about Beth.” She sat on the edge of the chaise. He slowly reached around and pulled her close, moving over so she could lie in his arms.
“She is funny, pretty, sexy and when she’s happy, she lights up a room. She’s a fighter. She hurt so badly, it tore me apart. She said she was damaged goods. She is so wrong. She’s tempered steel with a warm heart and a need to be loved. When she was fighting through the operations and the pain, I told her someday she’d find a good man to give her virginity to. She didn’t understand that the body is just a building. It’s the soul that matters and until she shared her soul, she had never made love.”
Something he’d said had soothed her. Rafaela snuggled against him and fell asleep, thoroughly exhausted. He smiled inside. He thought she had been coming on to him. He closed his eyes, feeling safe in the compound of a notorious drug dealer.
He was alone when morning dawned, covered in a blanket.
“Good, you’re finally awake!” Rafaela bounced out of the house. She wore the smallest of bikinis and dove into the water with obvious delight. She swam swiftly but was clearly winded after a couple of laps.
“Come on in! There are trunks in the cabana.” Pointing to an open door.
He was back in moments, dove into the pool and swam hard for the other side, flip turned and returned to her.
“Showing off?”
“I guess I was.”
Her eyes grew serious. “There is a problem. We have contacted all but one group. We cannot seem to find them. If you go back now, you may lead them to your family.”
“I do not know where they are.”
“Too many people know you are here. They can acquire you and bring the family into the open. I have sent the other groups to hunt the missing one. If they can get the message to them, there will be no death. If not, they will wipe out those still hunting your girls.”
They swam for a time, Rafaela getting called inside frequently, but always returning. They ate on the veranda enjoying the shade and serenity. Hearing her name called, she ran inside. When she returned, she read the terror in his eyes. She gently shook her head. No news.
The girls came out to prance in front of the Gringo. Maria “accidentally” brushed her breast against Michael’s arm when Rafaela had gone inside.
Frustrated and on edge, he dove back into the pool and began a rigorous workout. After several laps, he realized that he’d neglected his body for several months.
Be felt the ripples of another body in the water and realized Rafaela was racing him. She was much faster than he thought. He had to strain all his muscles to out-touch her!
“Wow! You’re fast.”
“And competitive.”
“Rafaela?” Instead of going to the ladder, she put her hands flat on the deck and launched herself out of the water, her bathing suit clinging to her labia, inches from his face. Her bottom jiggled as she ran across the deck and into the house. Across the small of her back, she’d been branded. It read SLUT.
Left alone with his thoughts, he felt depression. So close and now they are still in danger.
She returned smiling widely. “We reached the last group. They were in the mountains of North Carolina.”
She saw that he really didn’t know where they were, but that she had aroused his suspicions. His eyes hardened. She cursed herself inwardly. Stupid! Stupid!
“Michael. I swear on my brother’s life that I was not trying to make you betray them. I was just surprised that they may be so far from home.”
She took his face in her hands, staring into his eyes. “I swear they are safe.” His eyes remained hard.
She leaned forward and placed her lips on his, trying desperately to fix her gaffe.
He felt her breasts against his bare chest, felt the need in her kiss as she pressed her pelvis forward, causing his cock to inflate. He began to kiss her back, his fingertips caressing her neck just below her ears. Their tongues intertwined in delicate maneuvers.
She pulled back a little. Tears streamed down her cheeks. “Oh God, I’m sorry.” She began to sob.
She took his hand and drew him back to a private part of the veranda.
“Truth.” She paused and took a deep breath. “ We know where they are. We have for some time. The lawyers couldn’t get me out, so we had to try something else. It was really about Walsh. We knew Walsh had contacts, but we couldn’t get to them. After your daughter was raped, you became a wild card. We tried to make Walsh desperate and he blew his brains out. When we found out Beth was with the Walsh women, we had to make you desperate. I thought if I could get to you, you might think of something to force Walsh to use his influence to get me out. He didn’t steal from us. He was paid to get me out. When he killed himself, your people got there first and took all the information. Threatening Beth was my last card. Beth’s safety for those documents. You came to Miguel. A man reputed to be a butcher. No protection. No guns. No help. You come here and I find you had already made the deal I had been dreaming of!”
Michael started to speak, but she put a finger to his lips.
“Beth was never in danger. Neither were the Walsh women. In my business, fear is a tool. If we could have taken the Walsh women without violence, perhaps we would have. But I would never have harmed Beth. I know too well how she feels.” Her head dropped and tears dripped onto the deck.
“When I met you, I could not believe my eyes. Here was a brave, handsome Anglo who had taken his broken daughter and made her whole. Then you saved me. When we talked last night I hoped you would teach me to love. But I was too tired and so comfortable. All I have ever known of sex is pain.” She started to cry in earnest.
He put his arms around her and pulled her to him. Moving backward into a chair, bringing her to his lap.
After a bit, he realized she was no longer crying.
She looked up into his eyes, “Will you make me a woman tonight?”
He knew Beth would understand. It was part of the price for her safety; at least, he thought wryly, that’s how I’ll justify it if it ever comes up.
Rafaela looked up into his eyes, her lips parted inviting him to close the distance. Their lips met in a soft, loving kiss. Her lips tasted of tears. She reached down to his cock. He pulled back and said, “Slow, Honey, savor every moment and touch.”
He lifted her off his lap, picked her up, her arms around his neck and said, “Take me to your bedroom.”
“Now?”
“Now.”
As she directed him to her room, he saw her mother peak from the kitchen. She smiled her approval as he winked at her.
As he carried her through the doorway, a startled maid gasped and scurried away. He gently laid her on the bed and lay down beside her. Late afternoon light coming through the curtains lent a decidedly wicked effect to the room.
He reached to kiss her, bringing his hand behind her head. She instinctively stiffened. He understood. He used a light, whisper touch as his fingertips stroked behind her left ear and down the side of her neck. She groaned with pleasure into his mouth.
His fingertips seemed everywhere, yet her bathing suit remained intact. He broke the kiss, his fingers tracing across her lips, enticing her tongue to lick them. She sucked two fingers into her mouth, licking and caressing them.
He kissed her again, a firm, passionate exploration, his tongue invading her mouth. It curled to caress her palette. He leveraged himself over her with his left arm. His right hand continued to explore her body, feeling the building tension.
He unhooked her top and began to remove it. Her eyes snapped open in terror. She saw something in his eyes that comforted her. She let him take the top from her and held her breath. Now he understood. Her right breast was scarred. They had tried to cut her nipple off!
He leaned over the mutilated breast, his hand cupping it, bringing the nipple into his mouth. She exhaled, a long release of fear.
His tongue circled the dark, damaged aureole, gently sucking it into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the increasingly hard nipple.
He decided to take a chance. She let out a gasp as he gently bit down.
She pulled his head to her breast, a delightful fire burning inside her. He sucked harder and she held harder. He bit down again. She squealed her pleasure.
His right hand drifted along her waist to the flair of her hips, snagging the side tie of her bathing suit and releasing one side of her bottom. His hand softly caressed her ass, kneading her soft flesh. He brushed her pussy from behind and found the wetness he had hoped. Perhaps more than he hoped.
She released his lips as her breath became irregular.
He pushed her on her back, throwing the bikini top off the bed. He began to kiss and lick his way to her sex. He made it a long journey, paying particular attention to a small scar in her belly button.
When he reached her belly, he untied the other side of her bottom. She lifted her ass as he pulled it away and threw it after the top. He kissed and licked her belly to a point just above her sex. To a scar just below her naval.
He shifted to get between her legs, the aroma of a fresh woman filling the room. He kissed the side of first one, then the other thigh, trailing towards her shaved pussy. He could see moisture oozing from the inner lips. As he came near, he blew warm air across her labia. She gasped with a sharp intake of breath.
Her hands found his head and pulled him into her nether lips with an urgency that made him smile. He licked her from her asshole to just below her clit. Using two fingers of his left hand, he spread her inner lips while his tongue caressed first one side then the other. He blew on the little engorged head of her clit. Her head rocked from side to side, begging in an unintelligible language.
Palm up he slid first one then two fingers into her sopping pussy, while simultaneously sucking her clit into his mouth. He curled the two finger upward to caress the spongy area of her inner tunnel, his tongue moving in a dance of lust with her clit.
She screamed her climax. Again and Again. He continued to torture her oversensitive pea until she forced his mouth away.
“No mas, no mas.” She wallowed in her world of sensual pleasure, eyes shut to concentrate on other senses.
He moved beside her, wiping his face on the beautiful bedspread. He pulled her into his arms. She sighed contentedly, snuggling closer.
The sun was touching the horizon when she stirred. She levered herself on one elbow, looking at this man with a magic tongue. She giggled.
He levered on his side a few inches from her. He searched her eyes in the fading light and found joy. He leaned forward and kissed her. She tasted herself on his lips. She began to crawl down to return the favor when he stopped her. “I want to make love to you now.”
“Please. I need you. Make me a woman.”
He pushed her on her back, but stayed on his side, exploring her sex. She was still incredibly wet.
“OK lover,” he said as he lay on his back, pulling her to his chest. “You’re in control.”
She raised her leg and straddled him. They locked eyes as she slowly moved down his body. She rubbed his cock along her slit, drenching the head. She grimaced as the head of his cock stretched her open. She was incredibly tight.
“Slowly, Honey.”
He took her hips and began to rotate them around his cock. She understood immediately and began a sensual dance of lust as he began to penetrate her. He moved his hand to the point of their joining, slowly caressing her clit in time to her silent dance. Her arms above high, her head moving in circles throwing her hair in sensual patterns. He brought one hand down, leading it to her clit.
He reached a hand to each breast, squeezing, caressing and pinching.
The pattern of the dance changed. She slammed herself down on his engorged cock. He pulled her forward and began to slam upward, into her.
She screamed in delight.
“Now! Now”
“I’m cumming”
Her pussy fluttered against his cock as they exploded together.
She collapsed on his chest. He pushed her legs straight.
She laid atop him with her face turned to the dying light. When she turned to face him, he said, “You are a beautiful, extraordinary woman.”
“I never knew.”
“What will you tell Alice?” he asked softly.
She bolted upright, looking at him with fear. When she saw no anger in his eyes she said, “When did you figure it out?”
“You knew my buttons. Your shaved pussy, some of the phrases you used….”
“Are you angry?”
“I should be, but, no, I am not angry. You were never the threat I thought you were. You made me feel so special giving yourself to me this way. It had to take enormous courage.”
“Even though I am a drug dealer?” she whispered.
“John Kennedy’s father was a bootlegger. The Rockefellers were so corrupt they passed the anti-trust laws. Americans are a strange people. If we don’t have the discipline to keep from using drugs, we export the problem and make the producers the bad guys instead of the users. How else are the farmers here going to feed their families when the government doesn’t help? When you rode through the village, I realized you headed the cartel. The people love you. Still, it’s dangerous. Sooner or later, they’ll drop a smart bomb on this house and I will lose someone I love.”
“What did you say?” Her eyes were pleading.
“That I love you? Do you think I was mechanical? I made love with YOU. I know more than you think. Gang raped at 15, again a year later. Mutilated because you refused to surrender. You will never have babies. I was surprised that you kept the scars, but they remind you of how tough you have to be. You and Beth are very similar. She would like you.” He smiled at her. “And that’s high praise.”
“Are you going to let me go tomorrow?” He said with humor in his voice.
“That depends on how you perform tonight. You still have two virginities to take.” She said with a broad smile on her face and a suppressed giggle.
Inwardly he grinned and thought, ‘that’s why I started early.’
They showered together in her enormous bathroom, and dressed for dinner. As we left the room, Rafaela spoke to two maids who scurried into the room to make it fresh for tonight.
They sat on the cool veranda. Two servants brought simple, but spectacular food and wine.
They spoke about little things, content in the knowledge that they had many hours until parting.
A simple fruit desert and coffee was served.
As they sipped the bitter blend, Rafaela began to speak. “What will you do when you get back?”
“I’m really not sure. I practice law to earn money, but now that I have enough money I’d like to take a break. After the last year, I’d like to find a place by the sea and be with the people I love and help Beth heal.” He said softly and paused. “Want to come with us or are you going to keep me as your love slave?” He said impulsively.
She laughed softly, but did not answer. “I won’t keep you as my love slave. But you’ll have to tell Beth that she may have to share.”
He saw the shock of his impetuous suggestion.
He stood and helped her stand, pulling her chair out. Hand in hand they climbed the stairs to her room
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Part 2 of a 10 part story about a sex trafficking enterprise operating in a small coastal city.
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Misty & Roo Part II
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Ok so its long and not just a quick fuck, its sensual and a love story, with maybe a hint of something more
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Redemption
It was 7:30 on a Monday evening in May. I had just finished my last class of the semester at the community college. At 42, I was going back to school to learn a new career being unemployed during this economic downturn. I had to stop at Wal-Mart to pick up a couple of things for my supper that evening. I don’t know why I decided to stop at this particular Wal-Mart instead of the one in my hometown twenty miles away, but I did.
I felt a sense of dread pulling into the parking lot: I used to work at this store six years ago, and there were a lot of bad memories weighing very heavy on my mind. Six years ago, I had completely made a mess of my life, and the Wal-Mart was the epicenter of what I had done. Six years ago, I entered into a sexual and emotional relationship with Renee, a co-worker that ended badly because she couldn’t tell me the truth, and used me to break up her marriage. To make matters worse, I was in management, and she was one of the people under my direct supervision, a serious violation of the company policy. Basically, I was offered the option of quitting and the company wouldn’t say anything about my violation of the rules, or be terminated and every prospective employer told of my transgressions. I took the first option.
I spent the next six years trying to pick up the pieces and move on, but being lied to completely by someone I cared about, finding out about that from her jealous husband with a baseball bat one evening in the parking lot threatening to rearrange my face or anywhere else he would decide to smack me, did a lot of emotional damage to me. In the last six years, I had tried to “get back on the horse that threw me” a few times, but I couldn’t trust anyone. Every relationship would fall apart, one woman telling me that I was on an “emotional island that no one could get to,” which was the truth. I was hell-bent on hurting someone like I was hurt, getting my revenge for what had happened to me if not on the one that hurt me, then on somebody, and I didn’t give a damn who it was. Even my best friend and roommate was a victim of my anger. Amazingly, Mary understood and forgave me for what I had done to her.
I found a parking place for my Blazer and shut the engine off. I pulled a Camel Light out and my Zippo, and with shaking hands lit up. I sat in the seat and smoked, trying to force the dread and anger down. Finally, the cigarette was burned to the filter and I stubbed it out, rolled my window up and got out of the truck. ‘All you have to do is get what you need, pay for it and get out. It’s only ten, maybe fifteen minutes at the most. You can do this,’ I thought.
The entrance doors slid open and I walked in. As I walked in, the first person I saw was Carrie, and I smiled. Back a lifetime ago, when I first started there I was a cashier, and Carrie was my trainer. Over a short period of time, Carrie became one of my best friends. She was about an inch taller than I was at five feet eleven inches, and from what I remember from what she told me one night at work seven years ago, weighed one hundred seventy five pounds, and she didn’t look like she weighed any more or less. But here’s the thing: she didn’t look like she had an ounce of fat on her; she was a ‘workout freak’, working out on her home gym four nights a week after work. She was a year younger than I was. The first thing most men would remember if they saw her would be her chest, with what I would guess was at least DD size breasts, or her spectacular heart-shaped rear end. Yes, her titties and ass were spectacular, but what most men neglected to see was the area above them. With long, dark curly hair, brown eyes, and a pair of full very kissable lips, and what I thought was the most beautiful face I had ever seen, Carrie had an aura of sex appeal shining around her very brightly. I joked with her once that she could give a saint a hard-on. She could be an outrageous flirt, especially with me. In my defense, I could give it back just as well. The only reason we never went beyond flirting was the fact she was married and trying to be faithful to her husband, whom I had met on a few occasions and took an instant dislike to, along with their three kids, whom I loved as if they were my own. I say trying because she told me about a few instances of cheating she had had, and many temptations, including me.
She was working at a register. Tonight, she was wearing a pair of tight black Levi’s 505 jeans and a dark blue knit sweater over a black turtleneck. I quietly walked up behind her and whispered in her ear, “Take me to bed or lose me forever,” one of our cheesy lines we used to flirt with each other. She finished with her customer, and then turned to me and said with a smile, “You couldn’t handle me, stud,” then hugged me tightly. “How are you, Douglas James?” she asked me when she let me go. Carrie was the only person who called me by my given name; everyone else called me DJ.
I smelled her perfume; it was the same scent that drove me nuts one night, threatening her that I was going to drag her to the back room and rape her. Her response was, “You can’t rape the willing, big boy,” and stuck her tongue out at me. After six years, it still had the same effect.
“I’m better now that I’ve seen your beautiful face, Carrie. How are you doing, babe?” I asked her.
“Well, as you see I’m still here. And, single. I’ve been divorced for a year now,” she replied showing me her left hand which looked bare compared to the way I remembered it with an engagement ring and wedding band. “My shift is over in thirty minutes, are you busy?”
“I’m open, especially for my best girl. I’ll wait for you. I just need to get something to eat for supper,” I replied.
“No you don’t, Doug. You’re coming with me. The girls missed you too. If I told them I saw their Uncle DJ and didn’t bring you to see them I’d be playing Hell for a while,” She said sternly, but with a smile. How could I refuse that offer? I missed her girls too.
“Okay,“ I said softly. “I’ll be right outside.” Carrie squeezed my hand and said,
“Don’t disappoint me, Doug, and not be there in thirty minutes.”
“I won’t, Care-Bear,” I said and kissed her cheek.
Thirty minutes and another cigarette later Carrie walked out of the store. “Where are you parked?” she asked me. I pointed in the general direction of where my truck was at. Carrie took my hand and said, “Come on, I’ll drive you over there, okay?” I smiled and we walked hand in hand to her car. Before she unlocked her car, she turned to me and said, “I’ve wanted to do this for nine years,” as she moved in and kissed me tenderly. I could feel the electricity pass between us. I kissed her back. My tongue slipped inside her mouth and tickled her tongue. She moaned into my mouth. When she pulled away, we were both out of breath.
“Was it worth waiting nine years for, honey?” I joked. She kissed me again and said, “What do you think, baby?”
“I’m thinking I could do this all night, Carrie,” I said. She smiled sexily and said,
“I know we could do more than that all night, darlin’.”
I followed her to where she lived. Carrie handed me her keys and said, “I’ll be right back, the kids are across the street. Make yourself comfortable, honey.”
She turned to walk away. I pinched her tight ass. She squealed in surprise and said, “Behave yourself!!”
I laughed and said, “That would be so boring!” I went inside and sat on the couch. About thirty seconds later the door flew open and I was assaulted by three female munchkins. “Uncle DJ!! We missed you so much,” Danni, the youngest said as she jumped into my lap and hugged me fiercely. The last time I saw her, she was five years old and cute. Now, she was eleven and already a heartbreaker with blonde hair and blue eyes. Emily, who was fifteen and a beautiful young woman with the same blonde hair and blue eyes as her youngest sister said as she hugged both Danni and I, “Mom missed you too, Uncle DJ. When you left, she cried for a week.”
“So did I, Em. I missed all of you,” I said after I swallowed the lump in my throat. Cassie, who was thirteen and a younger version of her mother said,
“Well, don’t do that again, Uncle DJ,” as she hugged me tightly.
“I won’t, baby girl. I promise,” as my tears fell. “I love you ladies.”
Cassie kissed my cheek and said, “We love you too, DJ. Don’t cry, okay? Otherwise, we’re all going to be crying right along with you.”
Carrie came through the door and said, “All right, kiddoes. Don’t smother Doug now. Supper will be ready soon; you need to get your chores done before then, all right?”
The kids grumbled about it, but headed upstairs to get ready for supper. Carrie turned to me and said, “You okay, Doug?”
“Sorry, I just lost it there for a minute. I’m all right, babe. Promise,” I said shakily.
Carrie kissed me and said, “Come on and help with supper, darling. Oh, and molest me a little bit, stud,” as she rubbed my dick through my jeans.
I got up from the couch and said, “How about I just molest you a lot, Care-Bear?”
Carrie smiled and said, “That sounds good too, Doug.”
I followed her into the kitchen. I hugged Carrie from behind and kissed her where her neck and shoulder come together. She threw her head back and moaned softly as I trailed kisses up her neck to her earlobe. My right hand was caressing her DD cup tits, while my left hand was unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. My hard dick was rubbing against the crack of her ass. When her jeans were loose, Carrie took my hand and thrust it inside to feel her soaked panties.
“Imagine working an entire eight hour shift like that, baby. I was like that at work just wanting you. I’d have to finger myself at lunch so I wouldn’t go insane for wanting to feel your hard dick inside my pussy, your tongue licking my clit, your hands on my titties, and wanting to swallow your hot cum. I was like that five nights a week for three years, just hoping and praying for tonight. I want you; I need you to fuck me senseless, Doug. Please, baby, I’m begging you!!” she cried.
I turned Carrie around to look her into her brown eyes. I saw the fear of rejection in her eyes. I kissed her tenderly and said, “I’m yours, Carrie. But not just for tonight, okay? I care about you too much to have a one-night stand with you. Wherever this relationship goes, is fine by me, if you want me.”
With a tear in her eye, Carrie said softly, “Yeah, I want that. I missed you so much, baby.”
I wiped the tear off her cheek and said, “Shh, Carrie. I missed you so much as well, honey. I thought if I just disappeared it would be easier on everybody. I was wrong. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere without you and my ladies, okay? I promise I’m not going to leave you alone again.”
Carrie whispered, “Doug, I’m going to hold you to that,” and broke down crying. As I held her, the floodgates in my soul crashed down and I was crying too. Emily came downstairs and found us standing in the kitchen hugging each other and crying. “What’s wrong?” she asked us. Thankfully she didn’t notice her mother’s jeans were open, or at least she didn’t say anything about it.
I said, “Nothing’s wrong, baby girl. Everything’s perfect.”
She turned around and left. I heard Cassie’s voice ask, “What’s going on with Mom and Uncle DJ? I heard Momma crying.” Then I heard Emily answer her. “I think Mom and DJ finally figured out they love each other.” Carrie and I looked at each other and I said, “I think she’s right, babe. What do you think?”
Carrie smiled through her tears and said, “I think so too, Daddy DJ.” I chuckled and said, “Daddy DJ. I like that,” before we kissed each other. We finished making supper and Carrie went to her bedroom to change clothes before supper. She came back wearing the same jeans, but wearing a white button down man’s dress shirt. Damn, but she looked good. Hell, she could make a burlap sack look good.
At the dinner table, Danni insisted that I sit at the head of the table and Carrie sit at the opposite end. As Cassie said the blessing, I looked up at Carrie. She looked up at me with a smile and mouthed, “Love you.” I mouthed it back smiling and winked at her. Cassie finished the blessing with, “And thank you for bringing Doug back to us, we really missed him and we love him a lot, especially Mommy.”
I chuckled and said, “Amen!!”
We all pitched in to clean up after supper, and went to the living room. Emily sat next to me on the couch and said, “I know you’ll be good for Mom and she’ll be good for you too. Take care of us too, okay, Doug? We all love you, and right now, we all need each other. But tonight, you take care of Mom. Make her feel like a woman again.” She kissed me lightly on the mouth, got up from the couch and said, “Cassie, Danni, give Mom and DJ a kiss and let’s give them some alone time, okay?” Cassie and Danni kissed their mother and I and went upstairs. I mouthed to Emily, “Thanks,” and she came over to me and whispered in my ear, “Make her scream your name for me, Doug. I love you.”
“Love you too, Emily,” I said, shocked.
Carrie looked at me and said, “What was that all about?”
I smiled and said, “You’ll find out soon enough, lover. Now, take me to bed before we go insane for each other.” Carrie stood up and I took her hand in mine. We walked hand in hand to the bedroom. Before we went in, I stopped her and said, “Carrie, I loved you from the first time I ever saw you nine years ago. It took me nine years to finally realize it. I apologize for my stupidity.”
She smiled at me and said, “You have nothing to be sorry for. I didn’t see it either until tonight. I love you, Doug.”
“And I love you, Carrie. Let’s rip the roof off this joint, baby!” I said.
She led me into the bedroom. We stopped at the foot of the bed. My heart was beating fast and loud in my chest. I whispered, “I don’t want to disappoint you, baby.” She kissed me and said,
“You won’t, honey.” Her hands went to the front of my shirt and started to unbutton it. Then she ran her hands lightly over my chest. “You feel so good, Doug.”
Meanwhile I unbuttoned her shirt and caressed her tits which made her groan with need. My left hand went around her back and unsnapped her black bra while I continued to softly squeeze her left tit with my right hand. I could feel her nipple stand up under the lace cup. I pushed her shirt off her shoulders and it fell to the floor. I slipped the bra straps off her shoulders and kissed where the straps had been. Then I stepped back and the bra fell to the floor. Amazingly, her breasts did not sag at all. They were capped by brown areolas that were half-dollar size with quarter inch nipples that were standing very proud. Carrie’s stomach was very tight, and even after giving birth to the other three women I loved, not a stretch mark to be seen.
“Carrie, you are beautiful,” I said in awe. She smiled and grabbed my hand to pull me closer to her. Her hands slid across my shoulders and my shirt fell to the floor. Then they moved lightly down my back to my ass. She cupped her hands under my ass and said,
“Have I told you that you have a very nice ass?” she asked me, smiling. That was one of her favorite flirt lines with me, but this was the first time she had ever touched it.
“Yeah, you have but flattery will get you everywhere with me, babe,” I chuckled. I cupped my hands under her ass and said, “Have I told you that your ass is superb?”
With a smile she said, “No, you used to say, ‘Wow’, whenever you were behind me, you perv.”
“Well, then I apologize for being a perv,” I chuckled.
“You can perv on me all you want, baby. But the first time your eyes wander I’ll dig them out with a rusty spoon, lover. Got it?” she said very seriously.
I looked in her eyes and said, “I promise I won’t look at another woman, Carrie.”
She smiled and said, “Good, just so we understand each other. And I promise to never look at another man. You are the only man for me.”
With a lump in my throat I said, “I love you too, Carrie.”
She reached between us to my belt and unbuckled it then unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. Then she reached into my boxers and grabbed my dick. “Careful with that, babe; it’s on a hair trigger right now,” I said.
With a sexy smirk on her lips, she said, “Well, then I better defuse this monster then, huh?” She dropped to her knees and pushed my jeans and boxers down. My seven inch dick popped out like a jack in the box. I heard her gasp then say softly, “Holy shit, I’m the luckiest woman in the world.” Then she kissed the head and licked the shaft. I gasped out, “Oh Carrie, I’m cumming!” She engulfed my cock in her mouth as I came hard in her mouth. She swallowed my semen and cleaned me off. Carrie then said, “You weren’t kidding about a hair-trigger, were you, lover?”
I hung my head in embarrassment and said quietly, “I’m sorry, Carrie. It’s been six years since I’ve been with anyone.”
Carrie stood up, kissed me and said, “Doug, it’s okay, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. It was wonderful. And I’m touched that you waited so long.” She kissed me again and said jokingly, “I knew I was a talented cocksucker, but I didn’t know I was that good!”
I laughed and held her close. I could feel her nipples pressing into my chest. I moved my hands to either side of her face and kissed her tenderly. My right hand moved down and cupped her breast. My thumb rubbed her nipple softly. Carrie moaned in my mouth and broke the kiss. She arched her back; giving me more room to manually worship her twin mounds of womanhood. I pinched her nipples between my thumbs and first fingers softly. Carrie gasped and said, “I knew you were good with your hands; I had no idea just how good you really are with them.”
I looked into her eyes. There was a very wild, burning look in them, a look that I had never seen before. Those twin fires looked like they could consume me completely, and in my mind I welcomed being burned by them, and they kind of scared me with their intensity, but in a good way like a thrill ride at an amusement park. I thought, ‘This is going to be one hell of a ride, and I want to ride this ride forever.’
I let go of Carrie’s right breast with my left hand and moved it down to the button of her Levi’s. I unbuttoned and unzipped them. I moved both hands to her hips and slid her jeans off them. What I thought earlier was panties were in fact a jade green thong trimmed in black. On the front of her left hip was a small rose tattoo.
“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you, babe?” I said quietly.
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” Carrie giggled. She stepped out of her jeans and turned around. On the right cheek of her ass was another tattoo, this one of another heart, but at the top of it, there was a gold halo, and at the bottom of it there was a black forked tail!
I chuckled and said, “So tell me, how much of an angel are you?”
Carrie looked over her right shoulder at me and said huskily, “How much of an angel do you want me to be?”
I laughed and said, “Just enough to love me, babe. Otherwise, let the wild child run.”
She shook her ass and said, “Hell, yeah!!” Then Carrie bent over and untied her sneakers. I saw her pink asshole peeking at me from behind the string of her thong. When she straightened up, she turned and put her hand flat on my chest and pushed me back so I was sitting on the bed. Carrie dropped to her knees again and lifted my left foot up and pulled my boot off, then did the same with the right foot. She moved closer to me, grabbed the waist of my jeans and boxers and pulled them off. While Carrie did that, she licked me from my stomach to my neck. My eyes rolled back in my head and I shivered.
“Oh god,” I gasped. Then I felt her lips on mine. Her kiss was butterfly soft. Then she whispered, “Doug, look in my eyes.”
I opened my eyes. I saw a very sweet softness in them, the look of love. “I haven’t been so happy since the moment Danni was born,” she said softly, her voice quavering. There was a tear at the corner of her eyes. I kissed the tears away.
“This is only the beginning, Carrie. I want to make you the happiest woman in the world. I can’t even begin to say how much I love you.” I said just as softly. I felt a rush of emotion blow through me like a soft summer breeze. With my voice breaking and my eyes full of tears, I said,”I’ve never been so happy, or this loved, ever. I’m positive that I waited my whole life for right now, for you. If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up, because I don’t want to live without you.”
“You won’t have too, Doug. This is real. I love you so very much,” she said. She pulled me into her arms and held me as I cried, overwhelmed by the depth of my emotions. She ran her fingers through my hair and kissed me softly.
Finally I was drained. I raised my head off Carrie’s shoulder. Carrie smiled and said, “Look at us, crying like babies. But they’re tears of happiness, not sorrow or pain. We’re one hell of a pair, aren’t we?”
“Yeah, we are. A perfect pair,” I said. “But, we’re here crying instead of what we came in here to do, which is having wild sex. What are we waiting for?”
Carrie stood up and said, “For me to finish losing my clothes, it looks like.” She stood up, hooked her thumbs in her thong, and peeled it off. I stared at her in awe. Her brown pubes were trimmed in a heart shape. Carrie’s clit and inner lips was peeking out of her outer lips.
“Oh my god, absolute perfection, like the rest of you,” I said. Carrie smiled sexily and said,
“I’ll take it you like?”
“Just come here and I’ll show you how much, darling.”
I lay down in the middle of the bed. She crawled on the bed towards me like a cougar stalking its next meal. I grabbed her hips and pulled them to my head. Carrie straddled my head with her legs, and then squatted down, bringing her pussy to my mouth. I smelled her arousal; it smelled better than her perfume ever could. I kissed her outer lips, which made her jump and gasp. Then I wriggled my tongue between them and French kissed her opening. I sucked on her lips and licked around her clit, carefully avoiding it. Carrie wiggled around trying to aim her clit to hit my tongue. We played this cat and mouse game until Carrie growled,
“God damn it Doug, quit fuckin’ teasing me already!”
I chuckled and gave my lover what she wanted and more. I sucked her clit between my lips and flicked it with my tongue. My hands were holding her ass cheeks tightly. I felt her start to tremble, and then I heard her scream out my name.
“Jesus, Doug!!! I’m…………CUMMING!!!” The last word came out like a wail. I thought, ‘There you go, Emily. Mission Accomplished.’ Her legs collapsed and all of her weight was centered on my head. I pushed up on Carrie’s ass and pulled my head out. Carrie’s hands were holding the headboard. Her head hung down between her shoulders, and she was panting. Her whole body was trembling. I moved her down to lay her down. I lay down beside her. She put her head on my chest. I held her against me with my left arm and stroked her hair with my right hand.
Finally, she lifted her head to look at me. “You OK, babe?” I asked her. Carrie slowly smiled and said,
“I’m better than OK, lover. That was fantastic. Honestly, I’ve never cum that hard or that quickly ever.”
“I guess I inspired you, huh?”
“Smartass,” she giggled. I chuckled and kissed her forehead. Her left hand moved down to my cock and stroked it gently. In a few minutes I was hard as an iron bar. Carrie got up and straddled my hips and lowered herself on my love pole. We both groaned as her wet pussy gripped me tightly.
“It feels as good as I dreamed it would,” Carrie said with wonder. She ground her hips against mine, rubbing her clit against my pelvis. Her breathing got ragged as she approached another orgasm. I felt the muscles in her pussy contract and grab me almost painfully as she came again. Carrie collapsed upon my chest, her face against mine. I caught her bottom lip in my mouth and sucked on it.
Somehow, I flipped us over. Now I took control of our fucking. I pulled almost completely out, and then slammed back in. She grunted and wrapped her legs around my waist. I alternated between long slow strokes and fast short strokes.
“Fuck me, Doug. Fuck me hard!!” Carrie said through gritted teeth. I started pounding her cunt hard. I went crazy on her. I heard the slapping sound of our skin as I was drilling into her pussy. I felt my balls tighten up. I grunted,
“I’m gonna cum, Carrie!”
“In me, Doug, YES!”
With a furious growl, I emptied my balls into her. My eyes rolled back into my head and I saw stars. I must have blacked out for a second because I opened my eyes and Carrie was smiling at me. I rolled off Carrie and flopped on the bed. She pulled me into her arms and kissed me.
When I could breathe again, I said, “I’m sorry, Carrie, I just went crazy there.”
“It was what we both needed, Doug, a whole lot of crazy. It was good. No, it was great. I don’t want to sound cheesy, but thank you.”
“It wasn’t cheesy, Carrie. I’ve never had it so great. I love you.”
“I love you too. Now, get us a smoke out of the nightstand. We need one, don’t you think?”
“Yes we do.” I found her pack of Marlboro Lights and a lighter and lit up two of them. Carrie took a deep drag and said,
“I’m sorry, I wanted tonight to be romantic, you know, with candles and rose petals. Or so I dreamed. I wanted to seduce you like in those romance novels you used to give me shit about in the break room.”
I took her face in my hands and said, “Look at me and listen, okay? It wouldn’t matter if you seduced me or tried to rape me, which wouldn’t have happen because I would have been too willing, by the way. It was special for both of us. It was perfect. Honestly, this was the first time I’ve made love, understand? With anybody else, it was just fucking. But with you, this was more than physical actions for me. For the first time in my life, this was an emotional……….coming together. I love you like I haven’t loved anybody before, ever.”
Carrie’s eyes filled with tears. I kissed her tenderly then whispered, “You’re my angel, and you and the kids are my everything.” I held her until we fell asleep.
Sometime during the night we woke up and made love slowly and tenderly, and fell asleep with her head on my chest. The next thing I remember was the insistent beep of an alarm clock. I looked over at the nightstand and saw it said 5:30 am. Carrie raised her head and smiled at me. “‘Morning, sweet thing,” I said.
“Hi, baby,” she replied. She got up and shut the alarm off. “Come on lazy bones, time to start the day.”
She grabbed my hand and pulled me up and off the bed. We went to the bathroom, where she sat on the toilet. I heard the sound of piss hitting the water. I turned to leave, but Carrie grabbed my wrist and said, “Where are you going?”
“I was going to give you some privacy,” I replied.
“After what we shared last night, we don’t have anything left to hide from each other, baby.” She wiped herself, stood up and said, “Your turn.” I stood in front of the toilet and started to piss. Carrie grabbed my dick and aimed it into the toilet, which was getting difficult quickly because I started to get hard. We both laughed like hyenas at this.
Carrie started the water in the shower and we got in. I grabbed the shampoo and stood behind her and washed her hair. “Doug, you’re spoiling me,” she sighed. I kissed her neck then asked her,
“How did you sleep, darling?”
“I slept very well, because the man I love fucked me senseless last night, how did you sleep?” Carrie asked.
“Better than I have ever slept, because the woman I love was next to me.” Carrie kissed me and said,
“Today is my day off, baby. What’s going on with you today?”
“Well, there are some things I’d like to show you today, but not until this evening.”
“Doug, we don’t have to make love just in the evening, you know,” Carrie giggled.
“No, silly, these things we kind of need to have clothes on,” I replied with a smile. “Besides, I want you meet some of my friends, and check out what we do when we get together. I think you might like it.”
“Sounds good, do I need to get dressed up for this occasion, or what?”
“Whatever you decide to wear is all right baby, it’s not like we’re going to a ball or anything. I do have to ask you if the kids have school tomorrow, because this will be a late night. I’d like the kids to meet them too, if that’s all right.”
“That is perfectly all right, Doug. I’m happy that you want to include them,” Carrie said.
“I love them as much as I love you. From now on, we’re a package deal. Besides, the kids will probably get a kick out of this.”
After breakfast and the kids got on the bus, I said, “Come on, there is somebody you know that would like to see you.”
We drove in my truck to my hometown and pulled up in front of Mary’s Music World. We walked in. Jeff Healey was playing over the speakers in the ceiling. Eve, my roommate’s niece was at the counter. Eve was 19, standing at five feet even and had a pierced lip and dressed up Goth. Her pixie face lit up and said, “Hi, DJ!! You are in big trouble, mister. Mary is mad as hell that you didn’t come home last night and didn’t call her. You better go see her; she’s in the guitar room playing that new Les Paul that came in last week.”
I introduced Carrie to Eve as my girlfriend, which made Carrie smile. I led Carrie to the guitar room and heard Mary playing the opening to Ozzy Osbourne’s ‘Crazy Train,’ and I knew I was in for it. Mary never played Ozzy unless she was pissed. Mary turned around and saw us. Mary was five feet five inches tall, had a petite build, blonde hair, green eyes and a very bad temper when crossed. Mary and I had been friends for fifteen years and we worked at the same Wal-Mart at the same time. Mary quit after I had and opened Music World and it was very successful. She abruptly stopped playing, put the guitar down and said to me, “You know how to dial a phone, fucker? I ought to put my foot in your ass, but I won’t, because, finally, Carrie and you finally figured out you were supposed to be together.” Mary turned to Carrie and said, “It took you two long enough,” then hugged Carrie. Carrie hugged Mary and said,
“Well, we weren’t too smart about that, until now. And it was my fault he didn’t call; I had him rather occupied last night.”
Mary chuckled and said, “Well, I forgive you. Him, not quite yet.” I hung my head and said,
“Mary, I apologize for not calling you and telling you I wasn’t coming back. Please forgive me.”
She hugged me and said, “Well, all right. You are forgiven. Go and sin a lot with this woman, you silly man.”
The three of us sat and talked and laughed over people we all knew and some of the crazy things we had seen at the World of Wally. I got up and picked up the guitar that Mary had been playing, turned the distortion knob on the amp it was plugged into all the way up and the tone knob all the way down and played the first ten chords of Black Sabbath’s ‘Ironman.’ The instant I hit the first chord, Carrie’s head jerked up and she watched me with wonder. I put the guitar down, shut off the amp and Carrie said,”Wow. Now who is the one full of surprises?” Mary said,
“He’s actually quite good. I’ve tried to get him to join the band, but Mister Shy over there thinks he sucks at playing. What do you think, Carrie?”
“You’re in a band? That is so cool!! And yeah, my man is pretty good with that guitar, among other things.”
Mary laughed and said, “I don’t even want to know, girl!! Well, at least not in front of him, anyway.” I hung my head in embarrassment. Mary laughed and continued, “The band is rehearsing tonight. Well, that and a jam session. DJ usually comes with me and goofs around on a couple of songs. Will both of you come tonight? No pressure, if you’re busy that’s all right.”
I replied, “We’ll be there, us and the kids if that’s okay.”
Mary smiled and said, “Great!! It’s the usual time and place, DJ. And I’ll bring your Strat from the house, okay? Now, I’ve taken up enough of your time and I’ve got to run the store so Eve can get a break. I’ll see you later!” Mary hugged me and whispered in my ear, “You be good to her, DJ. I’ll kill you if you fuck it up.” I believed she would, too. I knew she could.
That evening, we pulled up in front of Jerry’s Bar and Grill. Jerry and I had been friends for as long as I could remember, been in more trouble than either one of us would ever admit to, and at one time dated the same girl. Jerry got lucky and married her, though, the bastard! Anyway, Tuesday nights Jerry closed up at 7 and let the house band, Box of Rox, rehearse, jam with their friends, and have a good time. Mary, as you probably guessed, was the lead guitar player. If there was one thing she could do better than play guitar, it was singing; she had a soaring voice that would make an angel cry. Eve, her niece, played the keyboards and sang backup vocals, although she could handle lead vocals pretty damned good as well. John was the rhythm guitar guy, but he could trade licks with Mary, and often did. He worked in Mary’s store doing instrument repair and between him and Mary, taught me how to play. Jerry’s cousin Bob was the bass player. He was a very intense person, being known to stop a bar fight with just a stare. Plus, Bob stood nearly seven feet tall and could bench press six hundred pounds. Bob didn’t say much, he let his bass talk for him. The final person on stage was Jeremiah, the drummer. He was a little guy; he barely stood five feet four inches tall and thin as a rail, but strong as an ox. Drummers have a reputation for being wild and crazy, and Jeremiah used to live that way. Until that day he met Eve in the store two years ago and they fell in love at first sight. He quit drugs, cut way back on his drinking, and pounded out his aggression on the drum set instead of breaking noses and legs. Jeremiah and Eve got married last year and were devoted to each other.
I introduced Carrie and the kids to the band. Danni walked over to Bob and asked him for a hug. Bob picked her up and hugged Danni. One look at his face and everybody knew his heart melted. Danni had made a friend for life.
Six months went by. In that time I had moved from Mary’s house to what by now Carrie called our home. Our sex life, if anything, got even more fantastic. And our love for each other deepened even more. But, to me there was something missing. Again, it took the wisdom of a young woman for me to figure out what the hell it was. One Friday morning Carrie was at work and I was at home doing homework for one of my classes for the next week when the phone rang. It was Emily’s school calling, telling me that Emily was sick and needed to come home. So, I went to pick her up.
As I drove away from the school, Emily turned to me and said, “Doug, I lied. I’m not sick. I needed to talk to you about something.”
“All right, I’m not going to yell about your cutting class and I’m not going to tell your mom about it, but you should tell her. So, what’s on your mind?”
“Doug, are you ever going to ask Mom to marry you? Danni and Cassie and I love you, and we’ve talked about it. You are a great guy, and you’ll be a great dad to us. I mean, you’ve done more for us than even our real dad has ever done. And I’ve never seen Mom so happy. She loves you a lot. And I know you love all of us. You’re already moved in, why not make it official?”
I felt like I had been hit between my eyes with a hammer. This now fifteen year old young woman was smarter about affairs of the heart than anyone I knew. Then I felt stupid. How come I couldn’t figure out what the missing piece of the puzzle was?
Finally, I answered Emily. “You know, I haven’t the slightest clue why I haven’t done it yet. But, now I feel stupid for not doing it. You’re pretty smart about these things; you figured out that your mom and I love each other before we did. I, dear Emily, bow before your feet as an unworthy fool.”
Emily laughed at me and said,”You may kiss my ring, fool. So, are you going to ask Mom?”
“Yes I am, but I want to do it right.” By this time we were home. “I want to surprise her, completely blow her away with this. But I haven’t an idea that’s original.”
Emily said, “I have an idea, but let’s eat first. Then let’s work on this. Why don’t you order us a pizza, if that’s okay?”
As we ate, Emily told me her idea. It sounded fantastic, but it I would need a lot of help to pull this off, and a lot of luck. So I called the one person who could bring it all together: Mary.
“You’re damned right you need my help, DJ,” Mary said. “Don’t worry about a thing; I’ve got it under control. Congratulations on finally getting it together.”
I hung up the phone, and told Emily, “Come on, sweetie. I need to talk to someone about this.”
We drove across town to where Amy, Carrie’s mother, lived. I wanted to do the right thing and ask her for approval. Amy answered the door and let us in. I came right to the point.
“Amy, I want to ask Carrie to marry me, but I want your permission to do that. I know that normally I’m supposed to ask her father, but he’s dead. So, I’m asking you.”
“Doug, I’m touched and honored that you are doing this. And yes, you have my approval. Do you have a ring yet?” I admitted that I didn’t, that Emily had only set me right an hour ago. Amy smiled and said, “Yes, my granddaughter has that gift, doesn’t she?” She left the room, and then came back with a ring box. “This was my mother and father’s wedding set. I would like you to have them and give them to my daughter.” She kissed my cheek and said, “You’re a great guy. I feel blessed that my daughter found you, and that you’re now a part of my family.”
With a lump in my throat, I said, “Thank you, Amy.”
“Call me Mom, Doug, you’ve earned it.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
As we drove home I said, “I hope your mom says yes, and we can pull this off.”
Emily turned to me and said, “Have a little faith, Doug, this is going to work. Trust me, and trust Mary, okay?” She squeezed my hand, and then said, “I love you, Dad.”
Holding back my tears I whispered, “I love you too, Emily.”
It was two weeks later that I set the plan in motion. It was the Tuesday before Thanksgiving. The band wouldn’t be playing the Saturday after Thanksgiving, but Jerry wanted them (and us) to come out and have a good time there, he considered them a part of his family, and wanted to do something for them for the holiday. Mary lent me her favorite acoustic guitar, and I practiced what I wanted to do, sneaking down to Music World to do this. When I put that guitar in the back of the Blazer, Carrie asked me, “Why are you bringing that one for?” I replied, “I heard a song that I think the band could use, and there’s a lot of acoustic guitar in it.” Emily smiled secretly when she heard my explanation. Cassie and Danni were in on this as well, and they were sworn to secrecy. I was nervous, and it showed. Carrie asked me what was wrong, and I told her it was because I had to sing the song.
“Oh, come on, DJ. I’ve heard you sing in the shower, and you’ve got a good voice,” Danni said from the back seat.
Carrie laughed and said, “I have to agree with Danni. You can sing pretty good, babe.”
“Well, I thank all of you for thinking that,” I replied. “I just hope everybody else thinks that.”
“The only one that matters is you, Doug, “Carrie said. “If you think you’ve got a good voice, that’s all that matters. Even if you sucked, you still would sound good to me.”
“Thanks, Carrie, I love you too.”
When we got to Jerry’s, Eve hugged me and whispered in my ear, “Are you ready?”
I whispered back, “I sure as hell hope so.”
She smiled and said, “You’ll do fine.”
I said to the band as I plugged into Mary’s wireless amp and put on Mary’s headset microphone, “I told Mary about a song I heard on the radio I think you could use. She wanted me to play it for you to see what you think, okay?”
That was the cue to Eve. She counted out loud to four, then began to play, her keyboard sounding like an accordion as she played the intro to ‘Maria Elena’ by the Smithereens. I began to play as she sang in her contralto voice, “Little girl, little one, he gave his heart to you. In this world you’ll never know, a love that is so true.
I sang the bridge: “I will love you all my days, that’s how it got to be. I believe in true love ways, Maria Elena.”
Eve and I continued to play and sing the song the same way, Eve singing the verses and I was singing the bridge. As Eve sang the last verse, I stepped off the stage and walked to the table where the four women in my life were sitting. Carrie’s eyes were as wide as saucers; the kids were smiling. Jerry was standing behind the bar holding a video camera taping the whole thing, wearing a shit-eating grin.
I sang the final bridge and the song ended. As I dropped to one knee and reached in my pocket for the ring, there was silence; everybody else in the room was in on this.
I opened the ring box and said, “Carrie, you’re the first woman I’ve ever truly loved. And you’ll be the last. I’m only going to ask you this one time: will you marry me?”
Carrie’s hands flew over her mouth and she gasped. Her eyes were full of tears as she lowered her hands and whispered, “Oh my god……….,” then shrieked, “YES!!!”
Emily took the guitar from me as Carrie jumped up and ran into my arms. We stood in the middle of the floor holding each other, kissing and crying tears of joy. The bar broke out in cheering and clapping. Jerry yelled out, “Gather around, everybody!!” Jerry grabbed a bottle of champagne, poured glasses for everyone (except the kids), and said, “I propose a toast. To the happy couple!” Everybody toasted us.
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A week had passed since I had sex with Kim’s mother, Barbara, and I was ready for more. I waited until my parents were asleep before I snuck out. As I reached Barbara’s backyard, I looked around to make sure no one was about. I moved to Barbara’s window with the idea of waking her up for sex.
As I got close to the window I could hear moaning, and the sounds of two people fucking like no tomorrow. I moved away and checked Kim’s window. She was asleep. So I moved to the far side of the house and there was Neal’s car.
I waited until Neal left for the night, and I went around to Barbara’s window and knocked. “Barbara, I need to talk to you, may I come in”?
She came to the door with a look of surprise “It’s too late for you to be out. What do you want?
“I came to be with you, I wanted to have sex again” I said. “Why was he here tonight“?
“He is my ex-husband and the father of my children” she answered.
“But I thought we would be together, Barbara” I said weakly.
“Look, what happened was a mistake, I never should have had sex with you” she said.
“You are too young and I was wrong. Go home and leave me alone”.
I was hurting and angry and all I could think of was getting even.
“What if I started telling people the baby you are carrying is mine”?
“You wouldn’t dare” she said.
“Ok, well, listen to the neighborhood tomorrow, I going to tell every one starting with Kim” I replied.
I could see her weaken, so I went for the kill.
“How many people know you shave your pussy, or have a mole under your left breast”?
“They will all know we have been fucking“ I said. The blood drained from her face. “I have you now” I thought.
“What do you want from me” she said faintly. I felt my cock grow hard in my pants. “Follow me outside” I said. I turned and started to walk away not bothering to look if she followed. I heard the door close behind me. I walked to the middle of the Backyard.
I knew it was late but I liked the idea of someone seeing us.
“Take off the robe” I said. She did.
“Drop to your knees now” I demanded. She did.
“Unzip me” I ordered. She did.
“Now suck me off and be noisy about it.
I felt her warm mouth close over my cock. Her tongue tasting the under side of my cock. My knees went weak from her tender attentions she was giving me.
Slurping sounds escaped her lips as she sucked.
Watching her head bob up and down on my cock and the power I felt was so great that I blasted my sperm in her mouth.
“Don’t swallow it yet bitch; play with it in your mouth. I want to see it on your lips” I demanded.
She did.
I walked away from the house feeling so powerful that I knew I wanted more.
Barbara would not give in so easy again. I had to take my time and create a record of us having sex. So she could never again refuse me or fuck anyone but me.
I was going to have a full grown woman and with luck, Kim too!
I found out that Kim and a new girl to the neighborhood named Peggy were going to have a sleep-over at Peggy’s house on Saturday.
Peggy was curvy and earthy, the girl next door. She was a very free spirit even then.
Kim was classy and the type most likely to marry a doctor.
I went to the store the next day to purchase a Polaroid camera and three boxes of film. When Saturday came around I was ready and hoping for some luck.
I snuck over to Peggy’s house and into her backyard. I wanted to catch them having sex and I was going to take some pictures.
Please remember, I was young and believed girls did girls as easy as they did guys according to the magazines.
All I could overhear was them talking about boys and some they would like to see naked.
I approached the tent and let them know I was there.
“Can I come in” I asked.
Peggy was the first to say ok, Kim was not so sure, but agreed it would be ok for a while.
For the first hour the talk was about school and who the cool teachers were. But I started a game of spin the bottle. And then it turned into truth or dare.
After about a half hour Peggy was topless. Her beautiful breasts were within reach. Her nipples were about the size of half dollars. I could not take my eyes off of them. Kim was wearing a bra and panties. I could see her looking at Peggy’s tits too.
I was in my underwear. Trying to hide my stiff cock.
It was Kim’s turn and she asked Peggy “truth or Dare”. “Dare” Peggy answered.
Let him suck your tits for a minute. I could not believe my luck. Peggy stuck out her chest to me and I started licking and sucking her tits as much as I could in the minute I had.
Then it was my turn “Kim, truth or dare”. “Dare” said Kim.
“Suck Peggy’s tits for two minutes“. Kim smiled and moved over to Peggy and started sucking like she was breast feeding. Peggy’s eyes were closed and I could tell she was ready to fuck. At the two minute mark Kim was still sucking and Peggy did not care.
I watched the two girls caught up in the moment. I knew that I could fuck at least one of them then and there. But I had to stay on course.
I dressed and left for the night. The girls seemed not to notice my leaving.
I waited about fifteen minutes and went back with my camera.
I moved to the back side of the tent. Looking in I could see the were both naked and kissing. Their hands explored each other. Their fingers were pushing into each others pussies.
Peggy put her head between Kim’s legs and she started to lick.
Kim reached out and grabbed Peggy’s hair. “Oh god that feels sooo goood” Kim moaned. Kim moved to place her head near Peggy’s pussy. I could just see her tongue snake out and lick Peggy. Kim seemed to unsure about eating Peggy. But Peggy pushed her pussy to Kim’s lips.
Kim started to lick and push her tongue into Peggy. They both were moaning and licking with abandon. The sounds of slurping and wet kissing were growing in volume as they became more frantic in their passions. I rose up the camera and took aim. Flash, the girls started screaming and I was gone. By the time I reached home. I had a picture; I went to the utility room to look at just what I had.
Nothing. The picture was blurred by the screen of the tent.
The girls looked like a tan sheet. There was no way anyone would believe it was a picture of Kim and Peggy eating each other out. I went to bed for the night hoping they did not know it was me.
The next day at school Kim all but attacked me. “You asshole, how could take my picture” she yelled. “I have a bet with some guys in school” I lied.
“What kind of a bet” she asked.
“A group of us guys bet five dollars each we could get nude pictures of a girl in school. that was not a girlfriend” I answered.
“Money! I’ll give you money just give me the picture” she demanded.
“Ok, it will be one hundred dollars” I said. “A hundred dollars? Why so much?” she asked.
“There are a lot of guys in on the bet” I said.
“Ok I will pay, now give me the picture” she said.
“Do you have the money on you” I asked? “No, but I can get it” she said.
“Sorry Kim, the bet is the first one with a picture wins the bet. I can’t take the chance some one will bring in a picture” I said.
“I don’t have the money now. But I can get it to you” she said.
“Well, if you could make it worth my while to take a chance on losing the bet” I said.
“What do you want from me” she asked.
“You could let me have my way with you, in exchange for the time to get the money to buy the photo. Or just trade it for hundred dollars worth of sex” I said
“What? Are you joking?” she asked. I smiled and started to walk away
“Ok, I’ll just show the photo and pick up the money” I said over my shoulder.
“Wait, what are you wanting from me” she asked. “Sex” I replied.
“What kind of sex” she asked. “Pussy, blowjobs, when I want it” I said.
“No way” she said. “Ok, see you next period” I said. “Don’t go please” she yelled.
I looked her in the eyes trying to get a read on her. “Make an offer then and hurry” I said.
“I will jerk you off three times” she said. I smiled and said “Bye”.
“Ok, Blowjobs” she said. I turned quickly. “When I want and where” I said.
“Two blowjobs only” she countered. I started walking away.
“Don’t make me do this” she pleaded. I stopped and turned “Blowjobs when I want and were I want. And if I want you naked you will do it” I said.
“Please don’t” she sobbed. “Look Kim you have fucked a lot of the guys here at school, but never me” I shouted. “I am too much like a brother. I hear Incest is best, sis”.
“My cock or hundred dollars” I demanded. “Make up your mind now”!
“Ok I agree” she cried. “Great, let’s go to the hole” I said.
The hole was just that a hole in the wall under the football stadium. The players used the place for sex and smoking dope. “Now” she asked?
“Yeah, I want to make sure you really are going to suck my cock” I said.
She followed me to the hole. I could hear her sobbing the whole way there.
When we entered there was a black guy smoking some pot. His name was Jake.
He played football and was with the in crowd. When Kim saw Jake she looked relieved.
I think she thought that I would not demand sex now.
“Hey” said Jake. “Hello” I replied. “Can I have this place for a while Kim’s going to suck me off”. Kim looked faint, her knees buckled. “Really man, cool but I will just watch ok” he said. “Sure I don’t mind” I replied.
“Kim, strip now” I said. “Please don’t make me” she said. She turned to Jake “please don’t let him do this” she begged. I looked at Jake and said “she made a deal, now she has to keep her end”.
“Hey man, if she will blow you, go for it” he said. “Better get naked, girl”
Kim stood alone; she looked at me and Jake. I thought for a moment she would run away.
Slowly she reaches up and unbuttoned her top. My cock sprang to attention. She unzipped her jeans. Jake’s eyes followed every move she made. She reached behind her back and took off her bra. Her sweet tits fell free. Jake’s hand moved to his crotch. She reached for the waist band of her panties and pulled them down. Her gold brown bush came in to view.
Jake started rubbing his pants. His cock was hard.
“Get on your knees, Kim” I demanded. I moved so that Kim’s back was to Jake.
I unzipped and pulled out my stiff cock. As Kim moved to take me in her mouth, I stopped her. I then lay on the ground making her bend forward with her sweet ass in the air facing Jake. Her mouth swallowed my cock. She was trying to make me cum as fast as she could. Jake pulled his cock out and started jerking off. His cock looked about seven inches long and ready to play.
Kim’s mouth felt warm and she sucked in every inch of my cock. I made eye contact with Jake. He must have read my mind because he moved to his knees and grabbed Kim by her hips. I held her head on my cock as he pushed forward entering her pussy. She tried to fight her way free but Jake and I held her down.
She was sobbing again but Jake was fucking her like a machine. After awhile she started sucking my cock again. But this time it felt different, she was in heat from the fucking Jake was giving her.
Moans were now escaping Kim’s mouth. “Never had a thick black cock before, have you, Kim?” I asked. She moaned louder. “Never had two guys at the same time, have you, slut?” I said. She almost screamed from orgasm. The sounds of Jake thighs slapping Kim’s ass and the slurping noises from my cock as she sucked my cock hungrily.
I could feel myself getting ready to blow. Her mouth pushed down onto my wet cock and I started to cum. I shot load after load in her hungry mouth.
Jake moaned “I going to cum, I going to cum”. “Fill her belly with your sperm Jake, Give her a black baby” I cried. Kim’s mouth was still dripping with my juice.
“Please fill me with your cum, Jake, fuck me full”. Jake pulled his shooting cock out of Kim’s pussy and sprayed her back and ass.
“I don’t need a bitch carrying my baby” he said. I started wiping Jake’s sperm with my fingers and feeding it to Kim’s mouth as she licked my fingers hungrily.
“Eat his sperm, lick it” I said. “Man, that’s one hot bitch you got there” said Jake.
“Yeah, she likes her cock. Don’t you, Kim?” I asked. “Yes” she whispered.
“Can I have the picture now” Kim asked. Jake was dressed and gone before I noticed. “No, not yet, that was just the first of many blowjobs you owe me” I said.
“But I was fucked by Jake. That was not the deal” said Kim. “So go find him and complain” I said. “What if I go to the Dean and say I was raped” she yelled.
“Go ahead. I have the picture and the names of about six guys you have been fucking” I replied.
Kim dressed and left for her next class, I had enjoyed her blowjob but Barbara was a lot better. I decided that it was Barbara I wanted. After school, I went over to Kim’s house and Kim was doing her homework. Barbara was taking an early shower.
“Hey Kim, I am ready for another blowjob” I said. Kim looked stunned. “Here? Now?” she asked “Yeah, or go to Peggy’s house to finish your homework “I said.
“Oh yeah, let Peggy know that I look forward to getting some from her too” I said.
Kim wasted no time packing up and left. I waited for Barbara to finish her shower in her room. Barbara walked into the room and jumped in start.
“What are you doing here” she asked? “I felt the need of some of your attentions” I said
“No, No more I will not be used by a kid” she said.
“Ok Barbara I have another hot slut to take care of my needs any way” I smiled
“Kim can suck cock almost as good as you” I said. Barbara looked struck “Kim is…No she is not” yelled Barbara. “I have some photos and she does not want the photos to get out so we made a deal” I said. “As a matter of fact we were all going to the Drive in on Saturday night” I said. “I was going to having Kim service Mike, Tom and me”.
Saturday night came and to everyone’s surprise Barbara came along.
Kim seemed relieved to have her mom along. Peggy kept looking at me with daggers.
Tom and Mike were unhappy about Barbara because they had scored some pot and could not fire up.
Intermission started and everyone but Barbara and me left for the concession stand.
“Stop blackmailing my daughter” Barbara said. “Sorry can’t help you” I replied.
“I am going to go to the police if you don’t stop it” she said. “Go ahead, you know what I will tell them, miss bald pussy” I replied. “How is my baby doing” I asked?
“Look, you have secrets, she has secrets, and one of you will be my piece of ass” I said.
“She is fucking half the school now, including a black guy named Jake” I said.
“You should have seen her take that black cock”.
Barbara was shaken by what I had told her. “She can service me and you can go back to your dildos and other toys” I said. “Leave her alone” she said.
“Then are you going to be my slut?” I asked. “No” she said. “Look, Barbara, you or her and it starts tonight” I said. “I will be sucked off tonight. By you or her, and if it is her then you will let it happen” I yelled. “Choose now Barbara, They are coming back” I said.
I could hear Tom and Mike talking. “Barbara, decide” I said.
Almost at the car. “Barbara, decide” I said. Tom reached for the door. “Barbara, decide” I said. The car door opened. “Barbara, decide” I said.
“ME” she replied “me”.
The second movie started and I waited for about ten minutes.
“I have to go to the restroom” I said. “Kim, want to go with me?”
“I will go” Barbara said. A look of relief crossed Kim’s face. She and I headed to the restroom. I looked in the men’s room and it was clear.
We entered the handicap stall and she looked me in the eyes not knowing what to expect. “Strip” I said. Off came the top. Off came the pants. Off came the panties and bra.
“Kneel” I said. She dropped to her knees. “Knees apart, back straight, head down” I said.
She did as I said. “I own you. I will use you when and were and with anyone I want” I said. She said nothing. “Answer me, cunt” I yelled. “Yes” she said weakly.
“When Neal comes over to use you, ask him for money for the doctors or the baby” I said
“He does not touch you without money” I said. “Yes” she replied.
“Lick my balls” I commanded. Her tongue started licking me
“Who’s my bitch” I asked. “Me” she replied. “Who’s your master” I asked.
“You are” She said. “I am what” I asked. “Master, you are my master” she said.
“You may now suck my cock” I commanded. Her warm mouth swallowed me deep.
Her tongue licked the under side of my shaft. It felt so good watching Barbara’s head going up and down sucking me deeply.
I was ready to cum “Take it in the face slut” I said.
I grabbed my cock and sprayed her face with my sperm. “Get dressed but wear my sperm to the car” I said. Barbara looked scared. Was I going to make her show the others?
As we walked out of the stall, another man walked in.
He saw Barbara’s cum covered face and looked at me.
Barbara could have died then. But what made her knees weak was when I offered her to the man.
“She is free for the taking” I said. I think he was just too shocked because he turned and walk back out. We started for the car. “Please” she said. We kept walking “Please” she said again. We were close to the car. “Please master” she said.
I turned “yes slut” I said. “Please may I clean my face” she asked.
“Wipe the sperm off with your fingers and eat it” I said. “Slut” I said. “Yes master” she replied. “Do not disappoint me ever” I said. “No master” she said.
A week later I watched Neal visit my slut. I creep into the backyard and looked in to the window. Barbara kept the lights on as I had ordered. Neal must have liked the new Barbara. She was sucking his cock like it was the only cock in the world. She made him cum in her mouth. “Damn, you’ve never been that good before” he said.
Barbara kept licking him hard again, and pushed him on the bed.
She climbed on top and started to ride him. I watched his wet cock disappear into her over and over Barbara was cumming hard again and again. Neal blew another load into her.
After he left I went in the house to see my slut. “You did well” I said. “Thank you, master” she replied. I saw the money on the dresser. I walked over and picked it up; he had left a hundred dollars. I took eighty and turned to Barbara. “Position” I said.
She dropped to her knees, knees apart. I reached down and felt her cum filled pussy. I rolled up the last twenty of Neal’s money, and placed it in her cunt. “Use it to buy something nice for yourself.” “Thank you, master” she said.
“Slut” I said.
“Yes, master?”
“Service me now”
“Yes, master”
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This is a story about explicit sex and other adult only things. If you are underage or offended by such material you should stop reading now. The story, setting and characters have been made by the author and all rights are reserved.
A young man is caught in a tug of war between his heart and his libido.
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This is my first story in a good long while. I’ve been busy with university, and between essays I just havn’t been able to find it in me to write. Hopefully this marks a turn for the better. I do have a series I’ve been wanting to complete for over a year now. Please let me know in the comments if I should continue with this or Malpractice or try something new.
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A guy listens to his girlfriend talk about something new she’s trying; then he tries something new; then they try new things together. The best part is: they get others involved!
Hello! Thanks for clicking on my story, I hope you enjoy it! It contains lots lewd acts I should warn you about. Including but not limited to big giant black Transgender dick going into a small tight white boy butt. White boys being spitroasted. White boy sucking a woman’s cock. A little bit of blackmail and coercion, but the white boy ends up loving it. All characters are over the age of 18. This is purely fiction based on true events that take place some time in the future.
Thank you all for reading, this has a lot more action than the last one.
Glad to be of service
awakened to my cum soaked sweatpants
This is a story of how it all began for me at an early age. It starts slow and some chapters have more action then others but honestly, I feel that those are the more interesting ones. I suggest that you read them in order as to fully enjoy them. Please let me know how much you liked them and maybe even how it made you feel. I know it made me all wet writting it and had to stop multiple times for obvious reasons. Please feel free to check out my picture gallery. Enjoy!
