0 comments/ 24680 views/ 1 favorites Latin Spitfire By: Rockwell Arnold Craven entered a certain morgue in Laguna Beach, LA after he spoke his password to the guard. Along the corridor leading to the autopsy room, he met Dirty Harry coming out of the door with his female partner tagging behind. Arnold smiled jubilantly at Harry. It was the first time he saw him in person. But the famous homicide cop and the woman just walked through as if he wasn't there. Arnold knew that neither of the two knew him. But in a close encounter like that it's impossible that there wasn't even a little eye contact. Arnold shrugged it off and pushed his hand to the door of the autopsy room. Inside, three forensic doctors were attending to a naked corpse lying on the stainless steel gurney. He greeted them but not one answered. Finally, it dawned on him that he became invisible the moment he walked inside this building. "The man died from three gunshot wounds to the chest," spoke the chief coroner. Oh God! Johnny? Dead? I can't believe this! Arnold exclaimed aloud but nobody heard him. Arnold flinched as the coroner made the Y incision on Johnny's chest down to his stomach. He turned his face aside and squinted at the odor of blood, bile, and intestinal gases. Dirty Harry entered the room again without his partner. The coroner continued talking. "The three bullets punctured and collapsed the left lung. They made a major damage to the large intestine... nicked the common iliac and the celiac arteries, severed the renal artery and then oh...deep laceration of the stomach and liver by fragments of bone and lead and the tear of the heart muscle was sufficient to cause..." He paused. Dirty Harry's partner came back in cupping her mouth to stifle a rising vomit. "You all right?" Dirty Harry said with a bit of concern. "Yeah," she said nodding. Harry then turned to the coroner. "Sudden cardiac arrest," the coroner concluded. "Hey, I think this man is raising a hard on," one balding assistant called the chief's attention. Everybody laughed. "He's just big," the chief coroner said smilingly. "No but I think... Look!" The assistant was flabbergasted. Dirty Harry's partner looked in. "Oh my God! Harry what the hell is happening here?" The corpse's penis had risen straight up to a cocksman's enviable size. Dirty Harry squinted and his partner cowered at his shoulder. "Jesus, this man's heart is beating! Sound the alarm!" The chief coroner yelled and in a second there was a loud ringing of bells. The shrill of the alarm awakened Arnold with a start from his executive chair behind his opulent mahogany desk. He was in his LA office and the cell phone alarm on his desk was going off. He grabbed the phone and killed the alarm. The voice of her secretary came over the intercom. "Mr. Craven, it's 5:00 o' clock. You're visiting Mr. Johnny Olron in Cedars, Sinai." "Yes, Mary. I'm gonna be on my way now," he said. "Would you care for coffee or any drink before you go Mr. Craven?" "No, I'll take care of it myself. You can go if you're through with your work." "Yes, Mr. Craven. I'll be through in a little while." "Good. Have a nice weekend Mary." "You too Mr. Craven, thank you." I slept for almost an hour. Arnold looked at his watch. What the hell kind of a dream was that? Jeez, this is the nuttiest dream I've ever had. Later, Arnold drove his Jaguar to the Cedar, Sinai hospital, dressed down in jeans, loose linen white shirt and light shades. His fifty years sat lightly on him. He looked more like pushing 40. Stopping at the red traffic light, he called his friend Johnny on his cell phone to let him know he was on his way. Within less than 30 minutes Arnold was walking through the lobby heading toward the elevators. Johnny had figured in an accident in the recent Indianapolis 500 car race. Valves burned out. That's the cause, Johnny had said. At the fifth floor, the elevator stopped and in stepped a stunningly pretty nurse hugging a clipboard over her buxom chest. "Hi!," she said softly. A passing resemblance to Paris Hilton, only her eyes were blue behind clear rimless glasses. She was wearing an outrageously short dress uniform engineered to hug her curvy body and make heads turn. "Hiya," he said, his eyes all over her. What the devil is going on here at Sinai, Cedar? Arnold wondered in his thought. The doors closed and she turned her back to him, pulling his eyes over her hand span waist and spectacular ass. A fresh from the shower scent whiffed under his nose. The doors opened at the 7th floor and she stepped out, leaving him spellbound as she strutted her naked full ass and long firm legs. It was after he felt that the elevator was going down when he snapped out of his reverie. Ow shit! I should have gotten out on the same floor. He pushed the 7th floor button repeatedly with his finger but too late, he got off at the 5th and scolded himself as he climbed the stairs to the 7th floor. Arnold entered Johnny's suite room and there she was, the sexy nurse in the elevator, squealing and jumping on her toes beside Johnny's bed. That's because Johnny was goosing up his hand under her dress. Arnold shook his head. Gosh, wasn't his accident serious enough? Despite a leg in a plaster cast, the pussyhound bastard is still makin' his friggin' passes..." He felt a twinge of jealousy. He couldn't help feeling romantic about this girl. But he shook it off and chuckled. "Well at least it appears that Johnny's not doomed to becoming a vegetable. "Johnny!" Arnold boomed his voice. The nurse spun to him with a start, composed herself quickly and fiddled with her tray on the bed side table. "Ahoy there, Arny!" Johnny yelled back. "Come on over here and meet my lovely caregiver." Arnold strode closer. "Alisha, meet my good ol' friend Arny Craven." "Oh that's you. Hello, Mr. Craven." Her voice was cheerful. "Arny, Alisha Mercuri, isn't she adorable?" He said his hand curling about her hips and rubbing towards her irresistible derriere. Arnold grinned boyishly. "Nice to see you again, Alisha!" "Oh, you've met?" Johnny's eyes stared in wonder. "In the elevator a while ago," Arnold said. Alisha extended her hand and he shook it. "Mr. Olron is recovering well. The cast will have to be removed tomorrow. He's quite lucky. His bone fractures are healing well and fast. He's not gonna be put into a wheelchair for life like for some others I've known." "Thanks for the info. With a caregiver like you, I bet he's gonna live longer than me," Arnold said. She smiled sheepishly disclosing good teeth. "She's better than Demerol. Eases my pain like no other. Don't you, Alisha?" Johnny said, venturing to feel her ass under her dress. Her facial expression changed into that alarming look and pushed away Johnny's intrusive hand. "Well, if you'll excuse me, I've got to run along now Mr. Craven, Mr. Olron... Please behave," she said almost in a hush, pressed her dress down and started her way to the door. "Don't forget my treat, sugar," Johnny said. She glanced knowingly over her shoulder. Arnold bunched up a smile. When the door had closed, the two men burst into laughter. "You old, racy, klepto-pussy-maniac. And look at you. A friggin' hard-on despite your burnt up ass!" Arnold laughed pointedly at the tent on his hospital gown. "Jesus, Arnold, I can't help it. She's a dream fuck. Didn't she give you hard-on on your way up here?" "If that kind of ass got stuck on my dick I would have come without even raising a hard-on." Arnold remembered his bad dream and wanted to tell Johnny but it escaped his lips as Johnny cut in through his thought. "She's rarin' to blow me when you came." "You're damn lucky. How long's your ass staying here?" "A week or so maybe. Now I can't do my fantasy trip, which is due to expire tomorrow. So take my place, buddy? It's been paid and the potions have been done and ready. In fact I had them brought up here 'cause I knew you were coming today." Arnold perked up. "No kidding! This is such a short notice! Where should I drink 'em?" "Here Buddy. The fantasy girl is Salma Hayek!" "Sa...Salma Hayek? Great! But...but..." his voice tailed off and Johnny cut in. "Go look into the fridge for the two Coke in cans marked X1 and X2. They contained the potions." Arnold hurried to the fridge, opened it and saw the cans immediately. He took them, elbowed the fridge close and noticed the numbers 1 & 2 that were marked by stickers on top of the cans. "I told Madam Rose that I'll take that Latin Spitfire after the car race but man you know the accident got me sidelined." "Jeez, I bit a bone steak when I saw her once at Alfredo's," Arnold sighed with excitement. "I know you'll eat her to the wish bone and give her what it takes from dusk till dawn." "What about the complimentary entertainment that usually goes with the drinking of the potion?" Arnold asked. "Me and Alisha. She'll come back and give me the mother of all b.j.s," he hissed and gave him a wink. "I don't understand. You in the complimentary show? We're supposed to be audience to this thing." "This is out of the routine because of my condition. So I requested that the potions be brought here for you so they won't reach expiration. Madam Rose doesn't want her potion to go to waste too. So she sent Alisha to make out for anything in the absence of the complimentary show that was prepared elsewhere. Alisha's no real nurse but one of Madame Rose's many performers." "You seem so close to Rosy," Arnold said suspecting a dalliance between them. "Rosy's close to every member. Just tell her your problem. Her magic brews are transferable upon request by a member who passes up for one reason or another just like in my case. Madam Rose said that every potion she makes cannot be repeated anymore. Usage of it cannot be postponed for a longer period of time. And she's at liberty to use members, if they're willing, to act in the complimentary shows." "Oh, is that right?" "Better believe her magic. Now sit back and relax there on the couch and let's wait for Alisha to get back in and as soon as she starts cooking her act, you start drinking that Hayek potion," Johnny said. "Well, as you so say so. Thanks," Arnold said and went over to the couch. He sank his ass in there, placed the potion number 2 on a side table and snapped open number one, sniffing it under his nose. "Smells Coke, ain't no difference. You ain't playing tricks here, do you?" "Wait till Alisha gets back in here." A moment later, they heard the door open. Alisha wafted into the room with her alluring scent, waved to Arnold and then regarded Johnny on his bed with his cock quickly saluting back to attention under cover of the thin blanket. Her hands fiddled at the sheet and Arnold' stared, transfixed at the beauty of her long limbed shape, chasing that hem of her short dress to make a flash of her underwear, if there's any. She twisted her head to Arnold and smiled when she saw where his eyes were gazing. Johnny's hand immediately looped to her narrow waist and slid over to her bottom, squeezing a handful. But she pulled his hand up fast and pulsed the wrist with her two fingers. After having done so with satisfaction, she put on the stethoscope, warmed that round end to her mouth and then pressed it on his chest, examining him intently like a real nurse. "Good," she murmured. Johnny's hand went back to her thigh. "Please Mr. Olron, I have tickles there and I gotta go through with this," Alisha said pushing off his naughty hand. Arnold took his first swig of the number 1 potion, taking big gulps of it in his mouth. When Johnny pulled Alisha's arm to him and whispered something to her ear, pow wow! The back of her uniform rode up her ass and flashed an almost non-existent white panties running through the crack and pouting out into that space where her thighs barely meet. Arnold gasped a whale of air. That instant, his cell phone chirped, but he barely dragged his eyes off her as he fished it out from his pocket to answer the call. A female voice came: Hi Mr. Craven! This is Judy Goodie of Reverie. Olron's game is now yours. Good luck and have fun. "Yeah right, thanks," Arnold replied tersely and quickly thought of taking pictures of Alisha's gorgeous ass through his cell phone camera. "May I..." Arnold asked permission from Alisha and smiled her approval, shimmying her ass gamely. But Johnny's quick hand raked her thong out of the crack of her ass. "Show your backdoor pussy to my friend, Alisha." "Hey that's very lewd," Alisha jerked her ass away from his hand and sat on the edge of the bed pressing down her dress, closing up her thighs. Arnold smiled then cleared his throat. "Hey sweetie, open your legs. Arny wants to see what's in between them," Johnny said placing a hand over her thigh and trying to yank it away from the other one. Alisha shooed away his hand like a pestering fly. "Mr. Olron, it's lewd. I want my picture to be taken nicely and not some kind of pornographic trash." "Point taken, Johnny. She's a good girl. Right on," Arnold said. Gee whiz. I'm in love with this girl. "Oh, cut the B.S. and embarrassment. We're all goin into that..." Johnny said scowling. "Mr. Olron, please try a little patience after all you're my patent." "Okay, but call me Johnny, huh?" he chuckled. "Johnny...Be good, puh-leeze," she said and nodded. "All right, sweetie I'll leave it up to you," Johnny winked at Arnold. Arnold took another series of gulps from the can and then waited with bated breath at what Alsiha was to do. next Alisha looked at Arnold as her hands drew up her dress to show a little V of her panties between her clasped thighs. "No, Alisha you could do better than that, spread out, I mean wide open. You oughta show that classy panties to men like us who are so enraptured by you're sexiness," Johnny said, getting his hand under her left knee and yanking it up. "Oww!" Alisha was caught off guard, falling her back across Johnny's body. She couldn't help giggling as a full crotch view of her panties came off to easy viewing. "See how those pretty little panties make her pussy so enticing?" Johnny pushed his fingers right up to that soft heap of hidden flesh and pressed on to it. She couldn't resist now, his devious fingers slipping into the crotch and pummeling inside her pussy. Alisha's went to unveil instead Johnny's throbbing cock, held it for her tongue lick over the underside, making teasing jabs around the head. Johnny's ass bucked up and he moaned from her handjob as well as her licking prowess. "Suck me off, sweetie!" "Oh God! What a mouth..." Johnny growled. For Arny's sake, Johnny cast aside the crotch of her panties to show what Alisha's pussy was made of. Twin halves of soft nether lips sparsely covered by fine wet textured pubic hair as his finger rutted in, flexing, searching, maddening her with all the lust that he could arouse within her. "Hmm hot and creamy," Johnny growled. She whimpered in her mouth as his thumb orbited around her big clit. Arnold with his racing heart drank at his potion continuously like he couldn't quench his thirst. For awhile he averted his stare from the heated action going on and fixed his eyes on something insignificant. He remembered how pretty she was when he first met her in the elevator, pure and innocent, angelic beauty and he was enamored by her. Now she was a shameless hussy catering to the wanton desire of his friend Johnny. When he fixed his eyes back to Johnny's ministration of wantonness over her pussy, he felt a strong urge to join his finger with his but he knew the rules, no participation from the spectator. He was only there to watch so he lifted back the can to his mouth only to find that it was already empty. Johnny groaned and Arnold's heart stuttered at the licking techniques she was portraying. "Ohh, you're so good. Take off these damn panties and feed me your juicy pussy." Alisha straightened her back and slipped out her thong then she unzipped her dress all the way down to the hem, shrugged her body out baring white matching bra brimming with her succulent tits. She unhooked the bra in front and let her 36 b hooters tumbled out into view. Johnny happily reached out to one tit and wangled it his hand. "See how they hang, Arny? Best tits I could lay my hands on. Oh, yeah," Johnny hissed with delight. "Now get your pussy here, sweetcake, oh but let me suck your sweet gumdrops first," Johnny said eagerly. Arnold was on his second can of potion and drinking way too fast when Alisha assumed the classic 69 position. Arnold was agog with lust that his erection ached in his jeans. However, when the can was quickly emptied, he felt a sudden dizzy spell. Everything in sight was blurring and he was mumbling something that was incoherent. He was drifting into a tranquilized sleep that he had no control of. Then he slumped on the sofa and slid to the floor like a druggie who had gotten overdosed. At that moment Johnny announced that he was cumming and Ashley was jerking him off rapidly gazing with rapt attention over his hot pink rod tensing up to spew his wad. In a tiny second, Johnny thrust his hips up and shot his cum, long healthy, pent-up spurts that Alisha tried to catch in her mouth with her stuck out tongue. "Wow! In sickness or in health, your cock cums like a winner," Alisha chuckled and then after she had drained him off for all his worth, she shifted her position and straddled over his face within reach to his avid pussy tongue. "Finish me off Johnny, I'm near on my second cumming." When Johnny caught a glimpse of Arnold sprawled on the floor, he became deeply concerned. "Hey wait a minute. What happened to Arny?" "Geez, he looked like he's in a bad shape," Alisha said. "Go, call a doctor Alisha. Something could have happened to him!" . . . The buzz of the intercom woke up Arnold. As soon as his eyes got in focus, he noticed that he was not in his house. Gradually, he recognized that it was Johnny's house. And he was wearing a multi-striped terry robe. Obviously, he had fallen asleep in the sofa of the living room. He walked over to the bar where the intercom was situated and answered it. Nobody was around in the house except him. It was a call from the guard manning the gate. He checked his watch and it was 10:00 a.m. "Mr. Olron, the pool cleaners are here and I've already checked them," the guard spoke in the intercom. At first Arnold was startled being addressed as Olron. Then it dawned on him that Johnny's fantasy game was now on the roll. He was Johnny as he saw his reflection on the mirrored bar. What a face off! He loosened the sash of his robe and checked his dick and it was his own. A pin-sized dot of a mole near the pee hole was the distinguishing mark. A smile nicked at the corner of his lips. "Mr. Olron, are you there?" inquired the guard. "All right, send them in Billy," he said to the guard. After a small talk to the leader, the cleaners with Talk Dirty To Us written at the back of their striped blue uniforms proceeded to the pool area and immediately went to work. Arnold fixed himself a cup of coffee and picked up one Havana cigar from a box and slid it under his nose. He switched on the stereo system and chose to play an ambient kind of music. When the cleaners were through the leader told Arnold that their boss would come in and check what they've done. Soon as the men piled back into their parked van, a female hopped out from it, clad in a Kill Bill suit, only it was red and half-opened at the chest to flaunt eye-popping cleavage that could stop traffic. There's no mistaking that she's that sizzling bombshell introduced as Satanica Pandemonium in the film From Dusk Till Dawn. Arnold was standing on the porch, smoking Johnny's favorite cigar as she walked over to him. Latin Spitfire "Morning Mr. Olron, Alexia Bratt, TDTM checker," she said pushing her sunglasses to the top of her head crowned with jet black curly locks flowing down past her shoulders. No other word to describe her persona and body figure other than sexy. Period. This Latin spitfire can draw a hard on even from a stone statue. Arnold told himself privately. "I'm here to check your pool to see if my people have done their job to your full satisfaction. May I come in?" "Sure, glad to know your company strives for perfection," he said as he stepped aside waving her to walk through the open door. "Thank you. It's the only way to gain trust from clients," she said. A hobo bag was slung over her shoulder As they strode side by side to the pool area, Arnold noticed that there were flower arrangements floating over the water of the swimming pool, the biggest at the center and smaller ones at the corners. He was perplexed. "You have an absolute dream house here, Mr. Olron, the pool overlooking the soothing blue of the Pacific Ocean. Fantastic view," she said in an assured tone. "Thank you. What are the flowers for?" Arnold asked. "Flowers make the seeds come. By their fragrance and color they promote the sweet nectar in its heart." Alexia spoke staring blankly into space while her hand was dipping into her hobo bag. "Cool," he simply said, despite her ambiguous answer. He directed his eyes at her crotch-hugging suit and felt his seed percolate in his balls raring to spurt out crazily if this lusty figure would just peel off from her suit and show her own flower. "Frankly, the flowers are for you," she said turning to him with stiff arms that had a gun pointing at him. Before his expression turned into full shock, the Glock gun with a silencer spat three bullets that caught him on the chest. A pink mist clouded the air as blood spurted out from him. Arnold fell backward on the pool walk, his hands clutching his chest. "You shot me! Why'd you fuckin' shoot me? I've done nothing to you!" He cried out furiously, and too shocked to notice that his multi-colored striped robe had flapped open at the center exposing his dick and balls to her devious eyes. "Sorry buddy, I'm what they call 'the cleaner,'" Alexia said gazing coldly at his dick. "I've an order from the Honored Society to liquidate you. The reason? I don't know." She shook her head. "I just do my job and see to it that it's done clean." "Oh god! Call an ambulance, for crissakes I'm dying here!" He sputtered nervously at the sight of his own blood pooling around him. "Sorry, nothing personal. You'll die in 10 minutes, due to loss of blood," she said in a casual tone. Arnold groaned in an ocean of pain. "Oh poor boy, big dick, what a waste! I should have fucked you before I shot you." She clucked a sound in her tongue while unscrewing the silencer from the Glock. Arnold thought that this was a nightmare rather than a fantasy. He couldn't tell now if this was real or not. The effect to him was that he got murdered cold-bloodedly. Suddenly his dream of the dead Johnny on the stainless steel gurney flashed through him. Unspeakable horror! Alexia disposed of the lethal weapon into her bag and then unzipped herself out of her Kill Bill suit and walked over to him with only her miniscule, sea green panties and bra. She stood astride him with her hands on hips looking down at his face. Her thumbs tugged up the sides strings trying to see his reaction. "Hold your breath cause this is the last time you gonna see a real hot Mexican pussy that you'll never get," she said licking across her sensual lips while lowering herself over his hips. Through her wide open thighs she gave him the most arousing peek of all time. "Wanna see my PB muscles contract?" she said and some movement went into action within the pouting triangle. "Oh God," he groaned and despite his agony his dick sprang like Jack in the box and slapped her bottom. "Oops! You're Boy Scout is still aspiring," she said glancing back over her shoulder. She almost took pity on herself and on him. For a while she kept her eyes on a dick that he won't utterly be able to use, then scooted her body toward his face low enough so he could get a good whiff of her down there. "If I fuck you right this moment, we won't enjoy it 'cause you're gonna die shortly," she said gazing down at his tormented face. "Oh what the heck! For consolation, condolence or whatever, here's my pussy, smell it, lick it for all you care." She cast aside the crotch of her panties, and her pussy blossomed to his face. "Lick it. You still have five minutes before you go. I come fast. Come on," she urged him. His nostrils flared and looked as though he was about to sneeze. "There is no pussy like this in the afterlife, I'm sure." Snicker. Snicker. Sure, he wanted to glide his tongue along those open parenthesis of her cunt lips right up to that engorging clit and suck her juices but his shortness of breath was already catching up on him. "Oww, such a pity," she said and entered a finger into her fuck hole and after withdrawing it placed it below his nostrils and then swabbed it into his slackened mouth. "How's that dear Mr. Olron? Champagne wishes and caviar dreams?" she laughed. His hands cramped and he couldn't bring them up even to pinch her for her unforgivable cruelty. She peered back down behind her. "Your dick doesn't quit. You're a dying breed," she chuckled at her wit and then snapped back the crotch of her panties, heaved a heavy sigh and then stood up. "Enough of that. I'll just have to go on with the plan. I'll put you in that big bin over there and pour chemicals on you that my men left here and then your body will melt until there'll be no fucking trace of you." "You, motherfuckin', prickteasin', murderous bitch...!" He snapped. "Say whatever you want to say. This is your final moment. I'll take a swim first in your beautiful pool and I suppose you don't mind," she said as she wiped off the blood under the soles of her soft Prada boots on the flapped parts of his robe. "Goodbye Mr. Olron. May your soul rest in peace." She waved her hand to him, turned to the pool, pulled off her boots and dove into the cool blue water. "Ow shit!" he croaked his last words and his dick finally limped. Mustering his last ounce of strength, he rolled his body to the edge of the pool and dropped dead into the water. Moments later, Alexia climbed out of the pool, took her sun lotion from her bag, applied it liberally all over her body and then lie back on a sun deck. She felt the sun's rays soak into her skin. "Oh it's been a long time, what a pleasant warmth," she said parting her legs a little bit. "Fuck me sunshine...oh fuck me...hurry up! With one hand she cast the crotch of her panties aside exposing her cunt to the soft breeze and sunlight. Then she played her self. After 20 minutes, Arnold's eyes opened in the water. He was astonished to feel he was alive. He swam toward the shallow level and stood on the pool floor. "Oh God, I died, didn't I?" He shed off his robe. The bullet holes on his chest had vanished as if the shooting never happened. He couldn't believe it. "This is a miracle!" Alexia was napping down on her stomach unaware that he had climbed out of the pool. Arnold proceeded to the table where her hobo bag lay. A moment later, he stood next to her. Murderous cock-teasing bitch! He murmured angrily and whacked her sun-kissed butt, jiggling with the impact. "Wake up you little pussy bitch!" "Ouch!" Alexia gasped and then tried to shift her legs to turn over and look. "Don't turn around," he said pressing a hand on her shoulder. "Raise your ass and put your hands behind your head," he said and she obeyed, raising slowly her shapely ass. With the boldness of an outlaw, he ripped off her panties exposing her butt crack and those twin labia pouting in between. He wet his fingers with the saliva in his mouth and rubbed them at those fleshy lips coaxing out her own juice through her vulva. Her hips squirmed in anticipation with the entry of his cock that she now imagined gnarling with its network of thick veins. "Ayeeee!" Alexia cried aloud and bugged her eyes out as she felt something odd slid into her. She wanted to turn and look but she could not. She was insistently told to keep still and remain her hands behind her head. She sensed that he was holding her Glock gun and sticking the silencer right up her snatch. "Mr. Olron, please don't do that. You're alive! Can't you see? My...My experiment was a success!" she exclaimed trying not to sound nervous but victorious. More inches of the metal pushed in. "What the hell experiment are you talking about?" He said in a cold menacing way and then cocked the gun. "Cool down, Mr. Olron. You should be happy. And you can fuck me for as long as you want like you wanted a while ago. Look at you. You look stronger and beautiful than before I shot you. Your body could shame those statues in Rome. Can't you see? You're going to be my fuckmate. Aren't we matched? Try me." Arnold looked at his body and he's convinced. He looked like Alexander the Great in Troy, the movie, rippling with muscles and she the goddess of pleasure, soft and sexy. "Oh, please cut the vengeful act. Be forgiving. Get that thing off me and replace it with your dick and let's fuck all the way up to Kazoo." "Shut up. You shot me three times you goddamn bitch!" He clutched her butt and smacked it hard. "Ouch!" she yelped. The hard slap left a white imprint of his hand on her flesh which later turned pink. "Please Mr. Olron, you can slap my ass over and over again but give me a chance to explain," she implored. "Will you listen to me, it's important that I have to tell you this," she pleaded, tears ringing her lashes. "Now you're trading your goddamned pussy for your life. I'll dip that to the chemical you told me and let you see how it melts away." "Okay if that's what you want. But how about listening first to my explanation and then experience how my pussy milks your dick. You'll never forget that. Take your hand off the gun and see how my pussy can hold it tightly." That got to him. He loosened his hold of the gun and he noticed that she could really do it. The gun didn't limp off a bit from her pussy. Damn pussy. Why does a pussy like this always win? She's right. Whatever her experiment was, I came back to life and who else could explain that other than she. Why not? He could fuck her brains out later. His anger curbed down and slowly he pulled out the barrel from her and heard a slight squelch. "Thank you," Alexia said and quickly rolled over and sat forward hugging her knees to her body with her leg ankles crossed. Then she started to explain. "Mr. Olron that's not a real gun I shot you. It's called 'air soft gun' a replica of a military gun. It's simply a toy for adult men. The bullets are paintball bullets used for plinking games. You thought you died, huh? That's an illusion. You thought that you were really shot because lots of blood spilled out from you. Truth is you didn't know that we put plastic bags that contained red liquid that is life-like blood at the back and front of your robe. The bullets popped them out and when you fell down to the floor more of those fake blood spilled out. But there's drug in those bullets too that induces cardiac arrest but not for long. By choosing to fall into the water, I suppose that hastened you back to the land of the living." Arnold fell silent. He was raising back his hard on and he couldn't say a thing. Finally he said. "All right I accept that." She smiled and churned on her charm as she leaned back on her hands, legs akimbo all the better to show welcoming tits and pussy. He turned around dramatically. He lost and he's got a shameless erection just so eager to enter her open invitation. "Come Mr. Olron, put that gun away and I'll smoke your weiner and fly you to heaven and back," she said. "I could even swallow the evidence if you like." Arnold wrecked the gun and put the parts into the bag. Then he heard her jumped off the chaise and sneaked up behind him. He turned to face her and his hardened dick swiped across her belly. She was holding up a skin lotion in a plastic bottle with a plunger spout, which jolted him a bit. "I'll rub this on you so the sun won't cook you." Wordlessly, he let her take in charge. She squirted a dollop of lotion on her palm. "Turn, I'll do your back. Can I call you Johnny 'BIG' Ooze," she said grinning at his imposing, hard-on oozing with pre-cum. She was right, the lotion felt cool as she spread it on his back not sparing his balls. "Ooh, wonderful. Full tank, huh?" She cooed, cupping and squeezing tenderly his ponderous balls. "Face me again," she said, her eyes on the level with his erection. "This is the part that I love best in a man..." she licked her lips. "The hipbones." She traced her finger on one that gently hinted on his hips and then expertly palmed around his boner pulling it to her mouth like she would sing 'The Greatest Love of All'. She hummed as she took him inside her mouth which made shivers run up his spine. He could see her cheeks puckered tightly around his throbbing cock as she sucked him like a predator. When she slowly pulled away from him, his cock jarred like a diving board after one had bounced off from it. It took him a ton of effort to hold back his orgasm. "Don't come yet," she said holding him tight and using her thumb as stop gap to the tip. Johnny willed himself strongly not to come so soon. "Here, let me have my turn," she said handing him the bottle of lotion. She rose on her feet and then walked back to the chaise pulling the mattress to the ground and lay down on her stomach. Arnold knelt down and worked up the lotion on her back. She let out an involuntary moan when the creamy lotion poured down into the division of her ass. She turned to face him and perched one foot on the seat of a chair just within reach of her left leg. "Hey, don't just stare, finish what you've started," she said. He filled up his hand again with the lotion and roamed his hands over her voluptuous breasts. They felt heavy in his hand and her flat tummy was firm. He merely grazed her pubic hair and worked on her strong, athletic thighs. "Hey, get back there," she said. His fingers moved back over there. "Get into the cleft, will you!" "Harder... Oh, that was good," she sucked in air between her teeth. "Did you feel my magic button sticking out?" He nodded. She sat up and grabbed the lotion bottle and squirted off a small amount onto her palm then stroked the length of his dick that was almost pointing to the sky. "How's this, ha?" She asked rubbing it back and forth, her other hand joining in to cause a perpetual fuck motion. "If you keep on doing that I'll come all over you," he said taking everything he had not to groan. "I've come twice already." A shadow crossed Johnny's face and it became like that of a brutal outlaw. "Get on all fours," he grunted. As quickly as she assumed the position, he was inside her whipping his ass against her, fast and hard. Alexia chanted her moans as he drove into her faster and harder pulling her wrists and crossing them like he would tie her. When she groaned into a paroxysm of torturing bliss, he reached his point of no return, closed his eyes, grunted and bellowed for his release. When he opened his eyes he was surprised to find himself in a hospital bed. His cock was shooting strong spurts of cum after cum to Alexia's face who was dressed in a nurse uniform and leaning sideways beside him her hand jerking him off. "Give it all to me...Give me all that juicy jism...oh yeah..." She prodded pumping his big cock in a frenzy. His cell phone rang and he grabbed it from the side table. "Hello!" Arnold recognized the voice as Johnny's. "Arny are you all right?" Arnold was trying not to be so overwhelmed by his climax. "Yeah, I guess so," he croaked. "But I just don't know why I'm here lying in the hospital bed," he said, panting. Alexia was dribbling his dick against the flat of her stuck out tongue, making sticky strings out of his spermy cock. Then she smeared his dick head between her parted lips like a fat lipstick. Still, it hadn't loose its hardness. "You clutched your chest and there was blood in your mouth while you were slumped down on the floor in my room. I thought you had a heart attack or something. You were moaning aloud and so I called the ER people to check on you and they wheeled you down to the emergency and later admitted you to the room next to me. Man, I thought you gonna die!" Johnny recounted. "Is that so? " "Yeah, you scared the hell out of me." "Well, I'm quite fine. I just have a nurse tending to me right now. She's ahhh Alexia..." reading her nameplate. "Talk to you later Johnny, I'm in a pressing engagement right now," Arny said and hung up. Alexia's lips were all pressed firmly around his dick draining whatever substance was left from him. "Hey, enough of that. What happened to both of us in the pool side?" "We fucked like minks?" "We did?" "Yes superman. You're incredible. You always keep it cumming." "Like how many times?" "It's a delight to see you come, and count those shooting geyser from your cock going like for a minute. But I lost count. Would you like us to start anew and keep score?" "Never mind that. But a good come deserves another one." "Coming from you, wow," she said excitedly. "I better get out of this soiled uniform, wash my face and clean you up," she said slipping out of the bed and showing that she had no panties on. "It's no good that you're reeking with the smell of sex when Dr. House comes here with his entourage." Later. "What happened to me doc?" Arnold asked the smirking doctor while two of his assistant nurses, fat and thin looked on to him. "I can't believe that you consumed a lot of coke in your system." "Coke? You mean the softdrink?" "Yes, take it easy next time, don't over indulge. Anything that is in excess is bad." Now Arnold remembered taking those magic potions too hurriedly. "I'll remember that Doc, I'll take it easy next time." The doctor chuckled. "You're all right and we can discharge you anytime you want to. Nothing to worry about." When the doctor left, Alexia emerged out of the bathroom, naked but enhanced with aesthetics. Her fae was made up sensuously. A long gypsy necklace hung down by her neck running through her deep cleavage. But the most that awestruck Arnold was the sexiest G-string he saw in his life, exquisitely designed with sheer mess fabric and fine red embroidery in front presenting tastefully her smooth, swollen pussy lips now fully shaven in its crotchless part. It was in Arnold's mind a sublime showcase of feminine beauty that ought to be celebrated and his mouth drooled. "What about with me, can you overindulge? I have my own hit list of sexual positions that'll send you beyond your wildest dreams." "With you I can't be moderate," Arnold replied and showed his readiness. * * *